I Returned to the Vampires’ Club Wearing a Green Collar

I was in an old industrial warehouse that had once been a slaughterhouse, surrounded by vampires, with a green collar choking my neck. That color gave them the right to use me however they pleased, with one condition only: they had to ask Daniela’s permission before taking me and satisfying their wildest instincts.

Among them was a very old vampire, unlike any I knew. Nothing like Drago, or Casimir, or young Iván, who wasn’t even a vampire but imitated them by drinking blood from wounds he opened with a stiletto. This old man had no teeth: in his upper gum he showed only a pair of very close-set fangs, sharp as a snake’s.

His skin looked like wrinkled parchment, like the mummies I had seen in photographs. And his lips, if those were lips at all, formed a ring of folds much darker than the rest of his face. They looked more like an anus’ sphincter than someone’s mouth.

I got chills every time he fixed his gaze on me while he negotiated with Daniela for the right to satisfy his lust for sex and blood with me. The problem was that I was exhausted. My breasts hurt unbearably after feeding Daniela, her two companions, and young Iván, who had drilled my nipples to drink my blood mixed with milk.

“Daniela, please, I can’t go on,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I’m going to faint any second. My breast wounds are burning and I couldn’t bear being bitten again. Give me a few days to recover and I swear on my children that I’ll accept whatever you arrange for me.”

Daniela looked at that horrible being, wavering between handing me over then and there or postponing the meeting. I had no doubt about the influence the old man exerted, not only over her, but also over Casimir and Drago, who did not dare intervene in my defense.

Daniela tried to make him see reason. She explained that if she gave me time to recover, his pleasure would be greater: he would take me rested, with more stamina to feed him. The old man looked at my bloodied breasts, frowned that ring of wrinkles, and, to my relief, nodded.

“Marina, Mordek has agreed to wait until you recover,” she told me. “But he wants an advance on what you’ll offer him when you’re healthy. And he’s demanded a guarantee: your two children. If you don’t keep your word, they’ll be the ones to pay the consequences.”

Terror froze me from the inside out. The mere idea that my children might be in danger erased any resistance. I had no choice. I held both breasts and offered them, trembling, to his thirst.

“You may take whatever you desire, sir,” I murmured.

The words barely came out and my legs were giving way when he came closer. He trapped a nipple in that mouth and began to suck, licking up the blood that welled without sinking his fangs in. He did the same with the other, leaving both wounds clean. He drank only the blood pooled in Iván’s cuts, opening no new ones so as not to weaken me further.

“Daniela, please, change my collar and take me home when you can,” I asked.

She said goodbye to everyone, hooked a chain to my collar, and pulled me to the car parked at the entrance.

***

By day there was no danger: the vampires couldn’t attack me, and I breathed with relief. Only Daniela, with her thick coat of sunscreen, her dark glasses, and the car’s tinted windows, could travel in broad daylight without suffering harm.

By day, I had the advantage in any confrontation. If she lost her glasses, or if any part of her body were exposed to the sun, she could suffer severe burns and even cease to exist. She couldn’t die, because she was no longer alive.

I myself had died in my own home, completely drained of blood, because of the insatiable thirst of the one who was now her friend and sire. Since that night I had forbidden him entry to my home, afraid that in some lapse he might feed on my children, even though he had sworn to respect them. The safest thing was for him not to cross the threshold. When he wanted to meet with me, we did it in the boiler room, where there was enough space to tie me to the wall or hang me from the ceiling and let his desires run wild.

When I got home she unclipped the collar and handed me two bottles of that wine-like drink. It helped me recover and, according to Daniela, gave my blood a different flavor and aroma, much more appetizing to vampires. I had tested it: it was enough to walk past them while bleeding for the smell to drive them insane.

The days went on with nothing to break the routine. From home to work and from work to home. Taking the children to school, picking them up in the afternoon, helping them with homework, bathing them, and putting them to bed. I nursed the little one at my breast, and many times he fell asleep clinging to me. I watched him sleep and thought that before I let anything happen to them, I would rather give my own blood. That was why I was willing to give myself to Mordek, before he took revenge on my children.

I could barely count on my husband. He traveled nonstop for work and we went whole days without seeing each other. I felt like a widow with a living husband.

***

A week had passed since my visit to the club when Daniela showed up with two more bottles of that strange wine. Although I still had a little left, she had anticipated that I would run out.

“Hello, darling. How are you recovering?” she asked as she came in.

“Much better,” I replied. “The wounds have already healed over.”

“Marina, would you like us to go to the back room?”

I knew that was not a question but an order in disguise. I couldn’t refuse unless I wanted to lose her protection from the other vampires. Daniela had enough influence to keep the others away. Without her, without Casimir or Drago, any thirsty vampire could attack me with the slightest hesitation.

Ever since my first encounter with that world of bloodsuckers, many of them knew me and coveted my blood. Only Daniela’s protection kept them at bay.

It wasn’t only vampires who drank blood. Some humans did too, and they usually did more damage, because they used all kinds of sharp objects to open the wounds they fed from. I had suffered that more than once. The first time, in Casimir’s mansion, when Drago still had no fangs and drilled both my nipples with the stiletto he wore hanging from his neck. That night I was served as food for the first time, in addition to being fucked over and over. I remember how they whipped my breasts for their pleasure while they masturbated watching my suffering.

And now, in a few days, I would have to surrender myself to a being who looked like a mummy fresh out of a sarcophagus. All because of me, because I had allowed them to put that green collar on me.

As we walked toward the room, I dared to ask what had kept me awake.

“Daniela, I can’t stop thinking about Mordek’s proposal. What did he offer you so you wouldn’t resist handing me over?”

“Even if I explained it to you, I’m not sure you’d understand,” she replied. “It’s something intrinsic to us. He has offered me a lot of money, yes, but that wasn’t what made me decide.”

“Try. I want to know what’s so important that you’d sacrifice me for it.”

“Do you know the hierarchy that exists among us? I’ll explain it simply. Drago owes obedience and respect to Casimir, because he was the one who turned him. He’s like a father. In turn, I owe it to Drago and Casimir, because they turned me. Do you understand so far?”

“Yes,” I said. “Though I thought friendship bound you together.”

“There is no friendship among us. Only the law of respect for the progenitor and for the stronger one.”

“And what does Mordek have to do with that?”

“A lot. Besides the money, he has offered to take me in as my new progenitor. With his influence, I would be far more highly regarded.”

“Just by adopting you you’ll have that power?”

“It’s not an adoption. He’ll feed on me until satisfied and then let me drink part of his blood. That way I’ll become part of him and be above almost all the vampires I know.”

Distracted by the conversation, we had reached the boiler room. Now it was my turn to satisfy Daniela. I stripped completely so she could sate her thirst for sex with me and delight in my blood.

***

Her favorite way was to offer me her sex first, so I would lick it until orgasm, and then tie me up to devour mine, ending by sinking her fangs wherever she pleased. She liked to mix my milk, my juices, and my blood on her tongue.

Kneeling before her, I looked at her shaved cunt, already shining with excitement. I started on the inner thighs, drawing closer little by little. I licked her lips, flicked the clit with my tongue, and as soon as I felt her shudder, I backed away to where I had started.

I licked and sucked her thighs, catching little bits of flesh between my teeth, biting gently and then letting go to bite again higher up. I moved from one thigh to the other until I reached her lips again, nipping at them while slowly pulling on them.

When I finally held her clit between my teeth, she was so aroused that the moment I began to suck it, she came in torrents, holding my head with both hands.

“Marina, you drive me crazy,” she gasped. “You’re like a drug I can’t get off. Now I’m going to give you pleasure back multiplied.”

My undoing was that she knew my secrets and my most hidden fantasies. Being tied up was one of them. She lifted my arms and secured them to a hook in the wall. Completely naked, I felt her body brush against my breasts as she tied me up, and my nipples hardened.

It was impossible to guess what she would do next. She might seize my breasts and bite the nipples, or sink her fangs into them until they looked like a bloody sieve. But this time she only clung to them with both hands and devoted herself to sucking the milk that came out: pressing with two fingers, gulping it in torrents, taking an entire nipple into her mouth.

She stayed at it as long as she wanted, with me unable to offer the slightest resistance. That alone had already brought me to orgasm. Then she moved down, licking my belly and gathering up the spilled milk, until she reached my soaked sex.

I felt her licking the fluids that stained my thighs, climbing up just as I had done with her. The difference was that I was waiting to feel her fangs sink into whatever place she fancied at any moment. She drove me mad with pleasure when she ran her tongue over my slit and sucked the clit, drawing it out of its hood to flick it.

What I feared, or rather desired, did not take long to come. I felt both fangs sink into my pubis, the place she had chosen to drink from. I couldn’t say whether the scream I let out was from pain, surprise, or pleasure. Even she startled. I couldn’t hold back anymore and exploded in another orgasm, filling her mouth with blood and my juices.

We were both satisfied. She untied me, I dressed, and I accompanied her to the car. We said goodbye until the following Friday, when she would come pick me up to hand me over to Mordek, the being half mummy, half vampire.

***

When you’re waiting for something pleasant, time drags. But when something you dread is approaching, the days fly by. Friday arrived almost before I realized it. I dropped the children at school, called work to say I wasn’t feeling well, and told my in-laws to pick the little ones up in the afternoon.

I had no heart for anything. I kept thinking things could go wrong, like they did for Daniela, whom Drago and Casimir bled beyond measure until they accidentally killed her. The same thing could happen to me with Mordek: aroused by sex and thirst, he might drain me dry and force me to become a vampire so I could keep moving through the world. With the difference that I had a husband, two children, and a job where the change would be noticed.

Since I had time, I bathed in the tub without using soap, so I would leave no scent other than my own skin. Only warm water to relax me and open my pores. I checked that there wasn’t a trace of hair anywhere on my body. I didn’t use deodorant or get dressed. I drank the rest of the wine to give myself courage and stayed completely naked. In any case, Daniela would have forced me to strip before accompanying her.

I waited in the living room until the doorbell rang. I wasn’t surprised when she put the green collar on me right away, attached to a chain, and pulled me to the car. At least she hadn’t put alligator clips on my nipples to drag me by my breasts, as I had seen done to other submissives.

Nor was I surprised by the welcome when I entered his lair. Faces of desire multiplied as I passed, now that the green collar announced that anyone could help themselves to me. Only Daniela’s presence and that of the two vampires waiting for her kept them from throwing themselves at me, offering to delight in my blood.

But as soon as Mordek approached and Daniela, with a nod of her head, handed him the chain attached to my neck, everyone lost interest. Such was the respect, or terror, that being inspired.

Now I belonged to him. He pulled the chain and forced me to follow him, escorted by two men wearing only trousers, bare-chested and with not a single hair on them. I didn’t know whether they were vampires or human servants.

We reached a room with splashes on the walls and dried blood stains on the floor. My unease spiked. There was no doubt: to leave those stains, someone had lost an enormous amount of blood.

The two men wasted no time. They lifted my arms, tied them to hooks in the ceiling, and tightened the chains until I hung there, barely touching the dirty floor with the tips of my toes.

A cold sweat ran down my back when I saw them approach, each with a whip in hand.

“Our lord and master likes blood saturated with adrenaline,” one said.

“And the best way to get it is by provoking intense terror and extreme pain,” the other added. “We can see you’re terrified. Now you’re going to feel the pain.”

I knew that wasn’t the only reason. Seeing me whipped would arouse him too. That was why he had chosen two young, strong servants, so they could punish me without tiring while he watched.