Breaking Purgatori - Chapter 5

The van finally came to a halt after a long period oftravel. By then, Purgatori was feeling very sore throughout her body. Slowly,the boxes were removed, and the man climbed into the rear of the van to releaseher from her bondage. As the steel rings were removed from her breasts, and theshanks lowered down out of her, she let out a sigh. Once released from theframe, Purgatori was led out of the van by the leash still attached to hercollar.

It was night. A moon shone down onto an urbanwasteland with crumbling warehouses, rusting steel towers and broken windows. Thedim lights of a city – the skyline of which was unfamiliar to Purgatori – shonein the distance. Closer to where they are, but still to far for her to glimpsemore than a dark shape, was the stone tower of a church. But it was a style sheknew belonged to the Eastern Orthodox. She realized that she was no longer in North America, but somewhere in Eastern Europe. The man must havebrought her all the way across Europe when she was first captured and placed in rubber bondage.

The man had stopped in front of a large factorybuilding. Two tiny spots of light approached them. They were the burning tipsof cigarettes. As they got nearer, Purgatori could see the men smoking them.They wore heavy dark windbreakers and black balaclava rolled up around thecrown of their heads. Both had AK-type assault rifles slung across their chests.When they saw the man, they stepped aside to let him past, ogling the boundvampiress as she was led pass them by her leash.

The man took her by the reins and led her towards the factorybuilding. Her high heel booted feet slipped and glided on the loose gravel onthe ground, but the man led her on remorselessly, tugging her leashinsistently. The chain linking her ankles together did not help, and she almosttripped on the chain as it tangled her feet. Finally, they came to a steel doorat the bottom of one of the massive walls. There was a CCTV camera mountedabove the door, and someone must have been monitoring its output, for the doorcracked open as the man and his captive approached, admitting them into theinner sanctum of the building.

As Purgatori entered the building, a familiar smellimmediately hit her. Blood! The rusty smell of dried blood! Her eyes widened asshe looked around. The interior had no electric lighting. Instead, there werelarge black candles burning on six-feet tall candle stands placed at regularintervals. The walls and floor of the building was lined with utilitarian whitetiles. These were splattered with blood that had since dried. A series of ironpillars supported a suspension track looping around the factory. Steel hookshung from chains attached to trains on the track at regular intervals. Thehooks had dried blood on them too. It was not difficult to see that this placewas a former slaughter house.

There were a couple of guards here as well, cradlingAK's, but they were dressed differently from the guards outside. They woreglossy black PVC uniforms that hug their sculpted bodies from neck down to tallsteel-toed bikers boots. Their heads were covered by glossy black gas-masksthat had tiny eye-holes and respiration tubes that ran out from where theirnoses were down to leather boxes clipped to a belt around their waist.

Purgatori's eyes rested on the cylindrical grenadesclipped to their belts next to the box. They had NO1 notched on them in brightyellow letters, with bright red bands above and below. They contained a powerfulknockout gas. These were not the only items on the belt. Next to the canisterswere black plastic objects that looked like holsters, but which Purgatori knewto be Taser guns. And both men held what looked like batons, but which werecattle-prods.

"Move it, slave!" the man said, leading her pass thetwo guards. But the smell of blood had made Purgatori restless, and she was abit too slow to follow the man's command. The man signalled to one of theguards, who stepped forward, extending his cattle prod which he planted inPurgatori's right butt.

"HHHHHRK!" Purgatori screamed as the probe jolted her.She stumbled a few steps forward, getting away from the probe.

"That's better. Remember that lesson, slave!" the mansaid as Purgatori followed him sullenly. They walked towards the centre of theslaughter house. There were rows and rows of cages, with walls and roof madefrom chain-link fencing enclosing a strong cubical frame that could not belarger than two metres on each sides. Most of the cages were occupied, withwomen in various stages of undress. Most were bound in chains. All were eithermuzzled or gagged.

From a distance, it seemed as if all had been shavedbald and oiled, but as Purgatori got nearer to the cages, she realized that shewas mistaken. The women were in fact squeezed into latex catsuits and helmetsthat encompassed them completely from head to toe, with only holes for theireyes, noses and mouths.

Purgatori saw more guards now. Some were dressed likethe guards at the door, but others, while still wearing gas masks, wore blackPVC aprons over black PVC overall boots. A group of the latter were inspectinga captive that had been spread-eagled between two iron I-beam pillars, kneadingher breasts and fingering her crotch despite the gagged protests of the captiveand the tears streaming out of her eyes.

The woman had not been clad in latex yet, but theneatly folded pile of latex on a table next to the captive showed that thiswould soon be remedied. Next to the table, on the floor, was a pile ofcarelessly discarded clothing of black and red PVC, with a pair of cut-up bootsthat had obviously been taken from the woman.

The woman was struggling vigorously with the chainsthat bound her wrists and ankles. She was a fine looking woman, with longlimbs, a long body, trim waist and heavy breasts that juggled as she fought hercaptors. Her bright red hair was tousled as she shook her head wildly. Hergreen eyes were the size of saucers and her jaws were opened wide as she hissedin defiance against the treatment. Purgatori saw the canine fangs as she curledback her upper lip. A vampiress too!

The two captive's eyes met as Purgatori came nearer.For a moment, both beheld what they had become, from hunters of the night atthe top of the food chain to nothing more than sex slaves for humans.

"That one's a new capture." The man explained as theywalked past the scene, "They always take a while to accept their fate.Vampiress are the best 'recruits'. You have dropped off the radar already, forall intents and purposes, hiding in the shadows. And unlike homeless people orprostitutes, you generally are healthy specimens. And you can last for a verylong time, unlike human women."

Purgatori grasped the horror behind what he wassaying. She would be a sex slave for a very long time, and unlike humans, shecould not hope for liberation even from death. If they feed her blood, shecould be a slave forever.

Theman had led his captive past the other chained vampiress now. They came to aspot that had been curtained off. As they approached, the curtains parted toallow them to step into an area filled with people. It was set up like acocktail area, with tall tables distributed around. Men and women dressed infetish costume and gear throng the place, holding drinks or eating oeuvres.They were served by maids wearing fetish costumes as well.

Themaid costumes consisted of a severe black PVC corset that clinched in theirwaist tightly, emphasising the swell of their hips, which also proffered uptheir breasts, squeezing them in to form a deep cleavage. The skirt of thecostumes had only the rear panel, which were flared back, exposing their nakedcrotch. All had a leather strap that ran down from the corset over their crotchlike chastity belts. All wore fishnet stockings attached to suspenders fittedto the hem of the corset. All wore black PVC ankle boots that had tall six-inchheels.

Allthe maids' heads were heavily encased in a black PVC helmet that covered theirheads entirely, but with a mouthpiece inserted that kept their jaws open. Theonly means of vision were via two small glossy black eye-pieces inserted intothe helmet. To complete their costume, they all wore black PVC bondage mittensthat were cuffed around their wrists by heavy leather bands, with which theyhad to hold up serving trays.

Theman tugged on Purgatori's leash again, and led her towards the rear of thearea. In front of a wall was a plush sofa, and sitting on it was an Africanwoman.

Herbody was well built with broad shoulders, although her limbs were slender andlong. Unlike the dominant style in the chamber, her hair had not been shavedoff, although it was only short blonde fuzz. She was dressed in a glossy blacklatex catsuit that covered her body from head to toe. Around her waist she worea corset which squeezed her already trim waist further. Her two large breastswere exposed before her, held up and squeezed together by the corset, theirpurple nipples proud and dominant in the mounds of dark brown. The crotch ofthe catsuit had a long zip that ran from her waist in front, to the back, andit was open, to reveal her shaved crotch. To complete the outfit, she wore thigh-lengthblack PVC high-heeled boots and a pair of black latex gloves.

TheAfrican woman's legs were spread before her, with one leg straight out, whilethe other bent and resting on the sofa. Her right hand held a leash that wasconnected to the collar of a slave kneeling in front of her crotch. The head ofthe slave was moving, and Purgatori recognised the motion as that of a slavelicking her mistress's clit and cunt. The African woman had a riding crop inher left hand, which she idly swung against the woman's rump to encourage herefforts.

Asthe man approached with Purgatori, the woman looked up, and her eyes lit up.

"My... welcome back James. It's so nice to see you again. And what a prize you havecaptured for yourself! The infamous Purgatori, is it?"

"Mydear mistress, how are you." The man said, smiling, and not without a hint ofpride in his voice, "How do you do? I see that you have yourself a new slavesince I last visited."

"Thisis not my slave. George is away, so he's kind enough to let me have hisfavourite plaything." The woman said.

"That'senough slave." The woman ordered. The slave withdrew her head and sat back intoa kneeling position, as the woman turned and then stood up. She walked over toinspect the chained Purgatori. She reached out with her hands and touchedPurgatori's breasts.

"Magnificent."The woman breathed, "You guys have all the fun."

"Isee that you've gotten yourself a new one as well. I just past her on the wayin. She's quite a catch as well."

"Ohyes." The woman said, smiling, "But she's not a full vampire. She's a dhampir."

Purgatori was not paying attention to what the womanwas saying. Her eyes rested on the slave kneeling on the floor. She had turnednow to look at the new arrivals, and their eyes met.

Even in a kneeling position, it was clear that theslave was unusually tall, perhaps of the same height as Purgatori. She worehigh-heeled glossy black PVC boots that reached all the way to the crotch. Theboots were in the ballet style, which forced the slave to extend her feetstraight back, with heels that must have been at least seven-inches in height.To further constrict her leg movements, thick glossy black leather belts hadbeen used to strap each of her ankles to her knees, frog-tying her.

The woman's arms had been pulled back cruelly behindher and her elbows pressed against one another. They were now encased by aglossy red sleeve that covered them from elbows down to her finger tips. It hadblack lacings running from the top down to the tip. The lacings were done uptightly to keep the lower arms pressed against one another. Glossy red shoulderstraps sprung up from the top of the sleeve, loop over her shoulders and underher armpits before mating up to the sleeve again to keep the sleeve up aroundher arms.

The woman's head was completely encased in a glossyblack rubber helmet. The helmet had been moulded in the shape of the head of amannequin. Its pale beige face was painted like the make-up face of a sex doll,with rouged cheeks and exaggerated eyelashes. There were tiny eyeholes wherethe eyes should be, and the black top and side of the helmet was moulded in theshape of a china-doll hairstyle, with a square fringe across the top of theface, just above the eyes. The mouth was wide open, with the thick bright lipsencircling a short black tube that punctuated into her mouth, and held in placeby a thick leather strap. Purgatori could see her tongue through the hole. Fromthe stains around the hole, it was obvious that that hole had been well used.

But the most striking thing about the slave was hercostume. The slave was wearing a thick glossy red chastity belt. The design wasdifferent, however, from most that Purgatori had seen previously. It wasskimpier, with a more thong like appearance, although the thick leather wasmuch stronger than the usual flimsy material used for that type ofundergarment. Thin leather belts reached up over both the slave's prominenthips, holding up a crotch piece that pressed tightly against her vulva. Two redcaps could be seen on the crotch piece. They were obviously the ends of a dildoand a butt-plug, inserted into the woman.

Around the throat, the slave was wearing a posturecollar similar to the one Purgatori was wearing, except that it was white incollar. There were also two additions to the top of the collar, triangles thatrose up almost to the level of the cheeks of the helmet, like the rising tipsof a white winged collar. The collar had a large steel ring attached to thebottom of the front. This rested against the woman's chest, above her cleavage.Two red belts of glossy PVC were attached to the ring. The belts were pulled apart,passing over the firm heavy breasts of the slave before going down to eitherside of her, and attached to the chastity belt over her hips.  

Perhaps Purgatori's mind had been slowed by herprolonged captivity and torture, but it took her a while to recognise thesevere bondage of the woman was a caricature of a costume that she had seenbefore. Then recognition suddenly dawned in her.

"Vampirella." Purgatori thought, the chilling hand ofshock racing up her spine. She realized then that she was looking at her ownfate, being reduced to nothing more than a sex doll.

Perhaps it was that the blood that Puragtori had smeltearlier had already made her more defiant. Perhaps it was the sight of anotherpowerful vampiress being reduced to such a piteous state. Perhaps it was anunconscious recognition that the man was temporarily distracted in hisconversation with the African woman. He was certainly unprepared when Purgatorisuddenly turned and lunged away from him. The leash was torn out of his graspas she bolted for the curtain to her left. In a moment, she was through it, inthe darkness of the slaughter house floor beyond.

Purgatori could hear the shouts raising the alarmbehind her as she ran as fast as she could with the short chain linking herankles and her high heels. She ran wildly like a wild animal, withoutdirection, seeking only to put as much distance between herself and hercaptors. She cursed the fact that her wings were still entrapped within theirrubber prison, unable to spread open and carry her away from danger.

There were heavy boot steps behind her now. Purgatoriangled away from the noise, and ran towards what looked like an exit. The menwere shouting. They had seen her. They were shouting at one another like men ona hunt, trying to corner her.

Purgatori tried to run faster, but her bondage hobbledher. Her breasts juggled before her as she twisted and turned her body in an effortto gain more speed.

Suddenly a dark shadow stepped out from behind apillar in front of her, a black PVC clad guard. Purgatori twisted away from hisgrasping arms, and heard the guard fall heavily to the ground behind her. Shecontinued in her reckless escape attempt.

Then Purgatori felt two tiny bites on her ass. Thenext moment, she felt a powerful jolt run up her ass throughout her body.

"URRRK!" Purgatori screamed into her ring-gag, andthen she was down, falling heavily onto the floor, her body convulsing from theTaser charge that had been shot into her body. In a moment, heavy black shadowssurrounded her, ringing her with a forest of cattle prods. Then, she was hitagain and again with the prods.

"URRRGK! GRRRK! URRRRRRG!" Purgatori screamed againand again as her body writhed from the assault.

"Gas that bitch. I don't want her marked!" came adistant voice. A canister dropped onto the floor next to Purgatori. There was abrief pause, than a pop and a shower of spark came from the top of thecanister. Gas began to escape. Purgatori was too weakened by her ordeal to eventry to hold her breath as the gas cloaked her supine body. In a moment, thedarkness of unconsciousness claimed her.