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What The Master Wants	By : PolterGlitch Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two - The Victim

“Thomas!”
Eichhorst bolted up from his sleep as the Master's voice rang in his head.
“Yes my lord?”
“I need your assistance immediately.”
His voice sounded urgent. A week had passed since their last encounter and the Master had been keeping a low profile. Eichhorst was thrilled that he had surfaced again and swiftly freshened up to go and serve him.
“You called for me, great one?” he entered the Master's chambers to see him with his back turned, gazing out of the window.
He turned when he heard his servant's voice and an infinitely pleased smile spread upon his face. Eichhorst gasped – he was taken aback. The Master had switched bodies once again! Recently by the looks, he was fresh and appeared almost human but his glowing orange eyes and thinning hair gave him away.
“Master!” he cried. “Why have you-”
“Come forth my child, I will show you,” the Master smiled, unable to tame his smug grin.
Eichhorst obeyed, curious, and the Master pulled him closer to force his hand onto his crotch where a massive hard-on could be felt beneath his clothes. Then Eichhorst understood:
“I need a fresh host so I can make use of these human parts,” he whispered in his ear.
“I see... Well Master, I can help you with that, if I may...” Eichhorst trailed off and sank to his knees.
The Master gripped his hair and yanked his head back, “Patience Thomas! I will let you attend to my needs soon but first I have a task for you. Find me a female human. A strong fiesty one... so I can break her.”
“I think I know just the person...”

While Eichhorst attended to his duties, the Master amused himself by stretching out on the couch to drink blood cocktails (laced with booze of course) and play with his new toy. He wondered how he had spent his thousands of years dickless and cursed the one disadvantage to being a strigoi overlord. There were centuries of making up to do. He unzipped his fly and unleashed his huge rock hard cock. It wouldn't hurt to try it out before his prey arrived, he thought as he began to rub. The fact that he was in full view of his two strigoi bodyguards did not bother him. It amused him, the embarrassed look on their faces and the way they shifted uncomfortably as they pondered where to put their eyes. Shame was an emotion he did not feel. His tugging intensified. Already he felt the heat building up within his loins. He let his head roll back and a drawn out moan escape him. Out of the corner of his eye, his bodyguard twitched and sharply faced away, clearly feeling more and more uneasy. The other had his hand over his mouth in a poor attempt to hide the smirk. Moments later, he exploded, releasing vast quantities of his creamy fluid all over himself.
He was covered, and even managed to get some in his face. He sat up and raised his hand, dripping with goo to motion for his guard to come to him, the one who was the most distressed.
“Bring me one of Thomas's shirts, I need something to wipe all this in.”
Knowing Eichhorst's level of pervisity and his intense infactuation with him, it would please him.

Councilwoman Justine Feraldo, did not take kindly to the Nazi strigoi breaking into her apartment, slapping a chloroform covered rag over her face and shoving a bag over her head. She fought him, scratching and biting but was powerless to stop the effects of the drug taking hold.
“Do not resist my dear, you are blessed. The Master has a plan for you,” were the ominous last words she heard as she slipped into unconsciousness.

The trademark strigoi stench of amonia mixed in with sweat and stale alcohol assaulted Justine's nostrils the second she opened her eyes, and she knew what was coming would not be pleasant. She hated the strigoi with a passion and had made it her mission to eradicate them from the city. Eichhorst tore the bag from her head to reveal the Master, sitting smugly on his sofa before her.
“Councilwoman!” he grinned rubbing his hands together eagerly once he realised Eichhorst had brought him one of his arch enemies. “We meet at last. I want to make a bargain with you.”
Justine recoiled in horror as he leaned in towards her. Not only was he visibly drunk but his shirt and trousers were undone and covered in what appeared to be cum stains.
“I'd never bargain with you filthy bastards,” she said defiantly. She attempted to get to her feet, only for Eichhorst to push her back down.
The Master took a big gulp of his Bloody Mary and continued, “You are a powerful human but tonight you belong to me. For twenty-four hours you will do everything I ask in exchange for your life.”
“No. I refuse. I would rather die.”
Enraged, the Master stood up and gave her a firm backhander across the face. His claws ripped through her skin sending blood and tears dribbling down her cheeks. It pleased him to see her like this. The once proud woman was disshevelled; her make up smeared and smart buisiness suit ripped.
“Foolish woman, don't you know that it is a great honour to serve the Master?!” Eichhorst yelled (he would have given his right arm to be in her position).
“Either way, you will do as I say because I could easily drink you, turn you and I will possess all of your free will,” the Master said superiorly. He would have rather have not gone down this route because he wanted to see her squirm but his words did the trick.
Justine looked up at him despairingly. If she did not give him what he wanted, he would take it anyway. At least if she did it willingly, there was a slim chance he would let her go. All she could do was hold on to that chance.
“Fine, I'll do it but you must swear to me that you will keep your word,” she said firmly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the Master said impatiently. “Thomas bring us some drinks! Get some music on. Councilwoman, come and sit next to me. We can get to know each other better.”
Now the party could begin. He stared longingly at the crimson liquid oozing from the claw marks he had created as he extended his hand and pulled her onto the couch. His strigoi thirst for blood was strong and coupled with his ferocious awakened sexual appetite, he was a force to be feared.
Justine sat trembling on the edge of her seat, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her big blue eyes were wide with terror; never before had she encountered a strigoi as diabolical and depraved as this. Her fear made the beast between his legs stir; the power he had over her was the ultimate turn on. Much more so than Eichhorst's lovestruck adoration, although that was great for massaging his ego. To have the two of them together was a perfect recipe for feeding all his needs, just as long as Eichhorst kept his jealousy under control.
Justine kept her eyes locked onto his face, trying with every fibre of her being to ignore the huge bulge and abnormally long clawed fingers edging towards her.
He clamped one hand on her leg and the other on the back of her neck, tilting her head back.
“Let me clean those cuts up for you,” he purred leaning in closer.
Justine could not disguise her cringing at the sensation of his rough tongue slithering through her open wound to lap up the blood. The only small mercy was that it was his tongue and not the six foot stinger he would normally use to drain his victims. The Master wanted to keep her human for now.
Eichhorst watched from the bar, his brow lowered into a scowl. His terrible envy was beginning to rear its ugly head. He could not fathom why the Master constantly chased after other people, especially humans who did not appreciate him, when he was willing to do anything for him and would worship him until the end of time. Being picked up and dropped was tiresome, especially after all he had done. He made Justine a foul tasting vodka with rola cola, the Master an extra strong Bloody Mary (with real blood) and took a few shots for himself to numb the pain in his heart.
He stood in front of them for a few moments hoping the Master would break away and acknowledge him but he was completely engrossed in burrowing his tongue into Justine's cheek. Her knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the couch so hard with an unprecedented fear.
Unable to contain his rage any more, he slammed the drinks noisily on the table and startled the Master. He turned his head slowly and glared at him as Justine let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Something troubling you Thomas?” he snarled.
“She is not worthy of you Master! She is nothing but an ungrateful whore! Why are you wasting your time with her?” Eichhorst cried hysterically.
The Master groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, “Your constant questioning is tedious. And I was going to let you join in. Disturb me again and I will snap your neck.”
Eichhorst retreated back to the bar to drown his sorrows. His interruption had been annoying but the Master did enjoy teasing him. He would call upon him later. But back to Justine, who's face was now dripping with saliva. The Master slid his arm back around her as his gaze followed a strand of drool falling from her chin onto her cleavage. Her large breasts rippled as her trembling intensified. Justine was unsure which was creepier – his hungry stare or the unwanted tonguing of her face.
He tore open her blouse in an explosion of buttons to reveal her pert E cup breasts clad in a black lace bra. They were simply begging to be groped. Mesmerized, he released his clutch from her thigh and obliged. What was her pain threshold like? Low, he discovered when he squeezed and made her wince. He twisted her curled blond hair around his fingers and slowly pulled her head back to expose more of her pale neck. His strigoi impulses told him to tear into her throat and drink from her but for now his lustful ones were stronger. A mixture of emotions surged through Justine from fear when he taunted her with his stinger to relief at his lips seductively kissing her instead. To her surprise, the combination of pain and pleasure was arousing.
“Do you want to feel my power?” he whispered.
Justine gave a nervous nod, anything to avoid his violent temper, and allowed him to guide her hand to his smooth crotch. She was reluctant to touch it; the fear was still too strong. A little gentle persuasion was needed. That was no problem for the Master; he had the white. However, she would have to work for it – he did not release his divine healing essence to just anybody. He allowed her a short break to drink some of her vodka before he toyed with her any further. Plus he wanted to check on the overly emotional Eichhorst.
He found him slumped over the bar sobbing like a girl into a rapidly depleting bottle of peach schnapps.
“Why have you forsaken me?” he blubbed.
“Because your neediness irritates the fuck out of me,” the Master answered flatly as he snatched the booze from him.
“Are you going to snap my neck?”
“No, I need you too much,” he shot back impatiently. “You know you are my favourite, I have told you many times. Need I remind you that I let you eat my shit? Nobody else has had that honour you ungrateful Nazi fuckwit.”
The corner of Eichhorst's lips turned into a perverse smile at the fond memory.
“That's better. Show me you are loyal to me no matter what I do and will never show off like a spoiled child again.”
“Yes Master, my apologies,” Eichhorst composed himself and affectionately fondled his hand.
The Master begrudgingly allowed him to kiss him then retrieved the shirt he had used earlier as a wank rag.
“Put this on. I left a special gift just for you.”
It would be enough to lift his spirits and quash his rebellious behaviour for now. He wanted him in good form when he summoned him later.

Thankfully, Eichhorst's meltdown did nothing to diminish his lust when he rejoined Justine on the couch. It pleased him that she had made no attempt to redress and her vuluptuous bosoms were still on display (she had been too busy caning her drink to make her ordeal more bareable). Was she finally ready to submit to him? Maybe she would not even need the white. It was time he put her devotion to the test by ramping things up a notch.
“Councilwoman, prove your worth to me,” he ordered.
Justine looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. Her hesitation cost her the spot on the couch and the Master launched into action by grabbing a fistful of her hair and hurling her savagely to the floor.
“Show me everything you've got! Remember, your sole purpose for living is to serve me!”
Justine did not take kindly to being thrown around and rose up in defiance. It seemed the brief interlude with Eichhorst had caused some of her fire to return.
“Fuck you. I am not one of your mindless puppets. You don't get to treat me like this!”
He raised his eyebrows in shock. How dare she! Another moron who did not appreciate what they were given or how lucky they were to even be in his presence! All the booze he had drank was making him short tempered and impatient. He gave her a cold icey slap on the other side of her face to instil some incentive.
“Get on your knees you worthless unevolved human. Me – Master, you – slave. Give your all to me or I'll turn you into one of my 'mindless puppets'. Please me and you will be rewarded. Its simple.”
He gave her a little help by pulling off what was left of her blouse and snapping her bra off. Her fear was back and she was frigid again.
He put his feet up on the free space on the couch to relax and enjoy his cocktail while he watched Justine strip. She clumsily fumbled with the fastenings on her trousers and pulled them down, trying hard not to break his intimidating stare. She wore a matching black thong, which at first she was reluctant to take off until the Master poked the tip of his stinger through his lips to remind her that her soul was at stake. Giving him her dignity was a much better option. She was neatly trimmed and well groomed. The Master smirked and licked his lips – he was impressed. For a woman in her forties she had an incredibly attractive body and curves in all the right places. His raging hard-on ached for her quivering lips. Once every item of clothing was removed, she got down on her knees, finally embracing her role as his slave.
“Come here and receive me, my beautiful whore,” he beamed, flipping his legs back off the couch and spreading them.
She crawled slowly toward him on all fours, trying so hard not to cry... and failing miserably. If she only knew what awaited her, she would have been pleasantly surprised.
She knew what he wanted so got to work in pulling his trousers down to reveal his throbbing twelve-inch cock. She gulped nervously as visions of her choking on it flashed into her mind. The Master was eager and had no time for hesitation. It was his first sexual encounter of this kind but with all the souls he had devoured, he knew what was what. His fist closed around her hair, now tangled and wild, and gave her head a firm tug. Justine closed her eyes and opened wide sliding in as much as she could fit, which amounted to six inches.
It was enough to satisfy the Master, whose glowing amber eyes lit up like Christmas lights.
“Councilwoman... your talents are...eh...fuck,” he mumbled dreamily, not even having the mental capacity to string a sentence together.
Her tongue slipped rhythmically up and down his shaft then circled his bellend, sending shudders through his entire body. Justine had obviously had a lot of experience; she knew all the right spots to tickle.
Over in the bar, Eichhorst put his palms over his eyes and stuffed a pair of headphones in, coming very near to deafening himself with a cheesy playlist of 90s music.
Justine peered up at her Master's face to see if she was satisfying him. She was making the effort so that he would cum quickly. His face was awash with pure ecstasy, far surpassing any drug. He caught her peeking so cradled her head to playfully twiddle her hair and gently guide her up and down. It came as a shock to her when she felt sparks of enjoyment within. For a moment, she forgot she was with a strigoi. His breathing quickened, the white was certainly on its way.
“I want you to swallow... every drop,” he panted. “I'm going to bless you with my special white. Soon. Keep going.”
He concentrated hard not to blow his load; he felt his right hand man should share his moment. He brought his knees up and clamped his legs over her back, locking her into their embrace. Although now she was in no hurry to get away.
“Thomas! Come here and bare witness!” he called over to him.
No answer, his voice drowned out by the Vengaboys song ringing in his ears. The Master turned back to Justine and softly scratched the back of her head to tell her, “Go faster.”
He helped her along, taking hold of her hair again with the intention of ramming his whole twelve inches in when he came. She would thank him afterwards.
“Thomas!” he yelled louder when his obedient servant didn't come. Surely he would not have the gall to ignore him? He did not want to waste his energy communicating with him telepathically. All his focus was on the impending explosion.
“Thomas Eichhorst you stupid degenerate Nazi cunt, get your ass here immediately!” he bellowed at the top of his voice.
Eichhorst heard him faintly over the sound of the music but took the decision to pretend that he didn't. He did not trust himself not to murder Justine in a jealous rage.
She scratched at the Master's legs, bringing his attention back to her bobbing head, where it belonged. He gave up on involving Eichhorst and made a brief mental note to make him pay later.
“Harder,” he said through gritted teeth.
She obeyed and sucked with all her might as if pulling the payload up from within. He moaned, curled his toes and squirmed rhythmically as he heated up inside. Any moment now...
Justine felt his pulsing cock twitch and readied herself but nothing could have prepared her for him grabbing her head and forcing her down with phnomenal strength. Taken completely by surprise, she choked and gagged on the monster cock being rammed deep in her throat. The Master erupted what seemed like bucketloads of cum into her then clamped his hand on her chin to seal it and just to make sure, he pushed her head back. Her eyes streamed and her stomach contorted as she retched but the unpleasantness only lasted a matter of moments before the otherworldly powers of the white kicked in.
A warm radiant glow shone through her skin and a wave of total euphoria descended that was compariable to one hundred full body orgasms. Her heart raced and she felt healthy and energised, better than ever. The Master smiled at her with a look of contentment on his face that matched hers. Both were surprised at how good things had turned out. Justine had earned her right to be back on the sofa, where the Master draped his arm around her and said, “I knew you would enjoy it, Justine. And I've got plenty of stamina for more.”
He placed his hands between her thighs and rubbed her sopping wet cunt... The night was still young.
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