the thrall

CWs: mind control (thrall magic), dubious consent, a CNC scene framework within said dubious consent, impact play, implied potential loss of control (it's hard to CW what I mean here)

"I want you to top me," Eleanor said flatly over her cup of black coffee. Alia stopped massaging Eleanor's feet mid-motion and looked up from the floor
"Top you, my Mistress?"
"Is that ambiguous at all?" Eleanor snapped
"... I'm your servant, my Mistress"
"So you will do as you are ordered"
"Of course, gladly my Mistress. May I ask why?"
Eleanor sighed deeply
"People always expect me to be in charge. And I often am, as I should be, and I enjoy it. But I find myself desiring to be in someone else's hands, receiving their will"
"If I can ask a question, my Mistress?"
"Permitted, but resume your massage"
Alia hurriedly did as she was told
"How exactly am I in charge, if you're telling me what to do, my Mistress?"
Eleanor rolled her eyes
"I will instruct you on what kind of things I would and would not enjoy, but what you do with that is up to you. Your job will be to choose what makes you feel good to do to me. Just because your desires align to mine doesn't mean you don't have desires of your own"
"Yes, my Mistress" Alia replied, and Eleanor knew that her agreement lay perfectly in the blank space between belief and disbelief. She had been a thrall once too, before she was turned. She remembered how it felt. Sort of.
"And you will not call me "my Mistress" as you usually do"
"Okay"
Eleanor smacked her across the face, hard enough to draw tears to Alia's eyes
"Not right now! God, you are so fucking stupid. When I tell you to, on the night"
"Sorry, my Mistress" Alia looked up at her, expression perfectly vacant of any resentment or anger.
"Forgiven" Eleanor said quietly, making it clear that she expected no response. She finished her coffee in silence, letting Alia work away at the tension in her feet from the previous night's hunt. Then she'd need to attend to both of their boots; it had been pouring with rain for several days, and they had returned caked in mud. Alia had been shivering, but did not waver in performing her duties to remove her mistress' outer garments, to hang and fold them neatly, to put away their hunting gear, before finally scurrying over to the hearth.

The weakness of thralls was a big part of Eleanor's enjoyment of them. Others kept many, but she preferred only a few at a time. She revelled in really examining them, seeing every moment of suffering against their mortal limits that they would endure for even a hint of her affection. It also felt a little like revenge. Not that she could bring herself to hate her former mistress—how else would she have been granted this life, after all? Currently, Alia was her only one. She'd been so eager to throw herself into Eleanor's arms, it was almost impressive. She didn't have a bad lot in life to escape, no debts to run from, a reasonable family, and no husband yet. But it had been clear in her eyes from the moment they had met that she wanted it. And that was something Eleanor found absolutely fascinating.

Maybe that was why she wanted this, she mused to herself on another morning, drinking the black coffee that Alia had learned to make exactly according to her taste. A thrall who'd come from resentment, from hatred... all magic has its limits. Eleanor had learned that from her own Mistress’ hubris. Once she convinced her former Mistress that she should be turned, it was simple to drain her, stake her, and replace her. But Alia had walked into this willingly, knowing that she would be beaten, fucked, fed from, ordered to clean, and whatever else Eleanor decided was her duty. She wasn't like most thralls. Yes, this would work. When was the last time she had gotten to let go?

Alia knelt on the floor in front of the bed, naked save for the chain she wore round her neck. It added nothing to her binding, to the magic that Eleanor's fangs could send through her veins, but it was a symbolic touch that Eleanor enjoyed. Tonight though, she needed to remove it. She reached behind Alia's neck and found the link that she had welded shut. With a little effort, the reworked link broke at its weakpoint. Alia flinched at the sound, and Eleanor chuckled softly. She really was cute
"Stand up"
Alia did as she was told, as she always did
"You remember what I told you?"
"Yes, my Mistress"
"You're going to restrain me to the bed. You are going to hurt me and hit my thighs. You are going to fuck me. You are going to do all of these things to the extent that you desire, and when you are satisfied, you may stop. If I tell you to stop, you will feel if I mean it, and you will stop"
"Yes, my Mistress"
"Good," Eleanor reclined back onto the bed, "Please stop calling me your Mistress until you are done with me"
For a few seconds Alia didn't move and simply stared at Eleanor, naked on the bed. Just as Eleanor thought she might need to specify that she should start now, Alia stepped forward and climbed neatly onto the bed, moving up it to lean over Eleanor and meet her gaze. There was something odd about having her wrists put into shackles by someone who's eyes completely lacked malice, or even anger, but Eleanor dismissed the thought from her mind and tried to relax. Hopefully when it came to fucking her, Alia would become a bit more of a natural. Her grip felt startlingly gentle as she fastened Eleanor to the bed, as though she were merely touching her skin rather than trying to move her limbs into restraints. Not that Eleanor could test her strength and fight against her, which was a shame. One day she'd find another vampire she could trust. Hopefully this would quell her hunger for now.

Unsurprisingly, Alia did not go straight to caning Eleanor's thighs. Once she had her restrained she spent a while just staring again, scarcely moving. Eventually, she started to caress Eleanor's body, lightly touching her neck and running her fingers down her sides and over her hipbones. Eleanor tried to let herself melt into the touch. It felt good, as it always did when Alia touched her like this, just as Eleanor would ask her to. She almost didn't want to be touched exactly as she liked though. That wasn't the point. Eleanor bit her tongue and tried to be patient, to give Alia time to do as she had been instructed. She was taking her time, heightening Eleanor's sense of touch with every pass of her fingers over the skin. She started to kiss her neck, also very softly, and Eleanor moaned quietly. God, it always felt so good when she did that. Alia's fingers were skating over the skin if her inner thighs. If nothing else, she was certainly going to be frustrated if Alia kept it this slow. Which was at least something.
"Did you forget that I asked you to hurt me?" Eleanor asked
"No" Alia said, "You told me to act according to my satisfaction and desire. My desire is to touch you first"
"Of course it is" Eleanor muttered, "Just don't let me get bored"
"I don't intend to" Alia replied, as obediently as though she was still ending every sentence with an honorific.

She began to touch Eleanor's tits, pinching softly at her nipples. At first more of those same touches Eleanor had taught her she liked, but then she started to dig her fingers in harder, groping Eleanor rather than playing with her. Eleanor moaned as Alia's nails dug into her, dragging down the side of her tits. This was more like it. How long had it been since she'd felt touch that wasn't crafted to please her? She'd missed this feeling, that was for sure. Alia seemed fixated on her tits, continuing to grope at them and stare, a little longer than Eleanor would ideally like. The sensation's novelty had faded and without Alia's kisses to her neck, she was finding enough room to start thinking again.

"This really can't be all you desire, can it? After everything you've been through for me? There must be more in there"
"I am your thrall" Alia answered simply, "My desires will naturally align with your own"
"Doesn't seem like it right now. I told you I desired to be hurt, to be fucked, to be at someone else's whim. I'm not quite feeling it, Alia"
"It seems a bit impossible" Alia replied, still kneading Eleanor's tits, "To desire me to desire things that aren't what you desire, but yet also are"
"You're overcomplicating this. My instructions were clear. Hurt me, fuck me, you'll know if I really mean stop. So fucking do it!" Eleanor's frustration bled into her words, and for a second she thought she might have frightened Alia into not being able to do anything at all. She stopped groping Eleanor's tits and sat quite still.

Then she raised a hand and brought it down hard to slap Eleanor's chest. Eleanor groaned through gritted teeth. That's more fucking like it. Alia raised her other hand, slapping across Eleanor's tits on the other side. Then back to the right side, then the left, with increasing speed and increasing force, until she was raining blows down as fast and hard as her still-human body would allow. It wasn't close to what Eleanor could handle, but it was enough for her moans to start sounding more pained than aroused as Alia pummelled her. Then, she dipped down to bite hard over Eleanor's nipple, holding it between her teeth as Eleanor squealed. She resisted the urge to tell Alia softer or harder, tried to not even think it and simply lose herself to the sensation. It seemed to work; Alia didn't change anything, solely focussed on continuing to hit and bite Eleanor's tits. She bit down hard all over, her teeth pitifully blunt but nonetheless capable of inflicting plenty of pain on the vampire, pulling her borrowed blood to the surface in blooms of purple bruises.

At some point Alia was clearly satisfied with her work on Eleanor's tits, for she wordlessly got off the bed to pick up one of Eleanor's canes, and wasted no time striking Eleanor's thighs with it. Eleanor moaned, but did not scream. Her legs were a lot less sensitive, and Alia was nowhere near as strong as she was. After the intensity of Alia's teeth on her nipples, it was a little underwhelming. But still pleasant, and she could hardly fault her for being human. Eleanor tried to let her mind sink back down again, as she desperately craved. She closed her eyes, zeroing in on the sensation of the cane hitting the front of her thighs. It helped a little bit, though not being able to see the beauty of her thrall, the muscles rippling in her arms, made it an equivalent exchange.

This was almost it. With more strikes of various canes, the pain was starting to wash over Eleanor in waves, easing her mind away from being quite so conscious and closer to what she wanted. Alia was starting to sweat, but seemed by no means tired. Eleanor almost felt like telling her she was doing a good job, but that seemed counterproductive. It was honestly surprising how silent this had been, save for Eleanor's quiet moans and the occasional squeal. When Eleanor was in charge she was extremely talkative. She knew her words held some magic over Alia and she'd somewhat expected Alia to imitate that, but it was still working for her. A few good orgasms after this really would take the edge off her desire to be possessed and willed by another, at least for a while.

As Eleanor moved among her languid thoughts, Alia picked up the nastiest cane in Eleanor's possession: a spare dressage whip, kept especially for the bedroom. The first strike brought a hard stop to Eleanor's train of thought, and the first real scream of the night. Alia paused briefly, but resumed before Eleanor could say anything, bringing down whip in controlled, precise strikes across Eleanor's thighs as she had so often had done to her. Eleanor started to move around in her restraints concertedly for the first time, her body twitching in response to the pain. She could break them if she absolutely wanted to, but they were sturdy enough to hold her through moderate amounts of thrashing in pain. The hot bite of the dressage whip cut through every thought her brain tried to form, bringing her back to the singular moment in which Alia was hitting her. Eventually her skin started to welt; by that point her screams were much more numerous, and for the first time Eleanor tried to move away from the strikes Alia was bringing down onto her body.

Sensing the intent perhaps, Alia paused and looked at Eleanor who stared back with an intensity Alia had never seen before
"Keep going"
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No apologies!" Eleanor spat, "Aren't you supposed to be the one in charge? I didn't say stop, and I didn't mean stop. You know that. I know you know that. So keep fucking going"
Alia said nothing for a moment. Then she moved rapidly, not to strike Eleanor but onto the bed, straddling her, whip still in hand, and sunk her teeth hard into Eleanor's neck. Even at such force they didn't pierce the skin. But Eleanor's entire body tensed, solid like it hadn't been for hundreds of years. There was no burning rupture of the skin, no blood leaving her body, but the memory coursed through her, wiping out every other instinct
"Stop! Fucking stop!" She screamed. Eleanor didn't quite know whether she meant it. Regardless, Alia did not stop, holding the grip of her bite and starting to grind her hips over Eleanor's body. After a while, Eleanor went limp. Her brain was still drowning feelings that belonged to a time centuries ago, strong enough to wrest control of her body. Primal fear, suffocating arousal, something unknown at the periphery that would soon force its way in and replace her humanity.

Then, Alia let go. She placed the whip on the bed beside Eleanor as she sat back up. Her gaze felt unfamiliar.

"I'm going to fuck you now"

It was not long before Eleanor was howling, Alia's fist buried deep within her and pressing the limits of how far she could stretch. The skin on her thighs was still burning, and every so often Alia would bite and make the pain well up all over again, worse than before. Eleanor had cum twice already, but Alia did not show any signs of wanting to stop. Eleanor had not said for her to stop, or even thought it. She hadn't thought anything for some time, the feeling of Alia's knuckles stretching her out and her teeth bruising her skin too much to let in anything else. The biting stopped again, and Alia put her tongue back to work. Eleanor screamed even louder, tensing around Alia's hand and pulling her further into her body. It felt like another orgasm might knock her out, and she was heading for it rapidly. A particularly hard thrust of Alia's fist pushed her over the edge, her whole body going rigid. The shackles rattled as she pulled on them, torso lifting off the bed, back arched as she screamed, pleasure wracking her exhausted body. It seemed like Alia might finally be satisfied. She brought her movements to a stop as Eleanor's orgasm came to an end, her face slick with liquid. Without particular care or violence, she pulled her hand out of Eleanor, wiping it neatly on the sheets next to her, before moving up the bed to straddle Eleanor's face.

Eleanor had no time to recover before Alia's thighs were pushing against the sides of her face, and she was fucking her mouth. It hadn't even occurred to her that Alia would want to get off, but given any sensible definition of satisfied she probably should have expected it. Eleanor felt a pounding in her head and she instinctively tried to gasp breaths where she could, her body forgetting that it didn't need them. Alia tasted sweaty, and salty, and so fucking good. Eleanor's blissed-out brain could barely comprehend anything other than the taste of her thrall and the gentle thrusts of her hips as she rode Eleanor's face. It didn't take long for Alia to cum, the rocking of her hips rapidly increasing until it turned to an erratic bucking, pushing Eleanor's head back hard into the bed with the force of her movements. The sound of her orgasm was muffled by her thighs over Eleanor's ears, but even then it seemed a little quieter than usual.

Once she had climbed off Eleanor's face, Alia quickly freed her from her restraints. She knelt at the end of the bed, hands between her thighs and head bowed
"I am done"
Eleanor slowly dragged herself up to a lounging position. She could feel her brain coming back into focus, but it was taking its time. She did her best to conceal her grogginess and speak commandingly
"You did wonderfully, Alia. I'll redo your chain tomorrow, you may sleep without it tonight. Fetch us both some water, and then do what you need to do to clean yourself up. You can help me bathe in the morning"
"Yes, my Mistress" Alia stood and went to the adjoining bathroom, returning the dressage whip to its place in the room on her way.

That had gone exactly how Eleanor wanted, to an extent beyond her wildest dreams. She would have Alia do this again. The sounds of the faucet rang through the walls at a strange volume as she adjusted herself among the pillows. Alia returned with two glasses of water, leaving them on the nightstand before returning to the bathroom to wash. Eleanor took a large gulp of water. Through the fog still hanging over her brain, the gaze of her thrall had almost looked different, like that of a stranger. Only for a second, before Alia had wordlessly returned to the bathroom, nothing more. Eleanor thought happily of Alia bathing her the next morning, as she fell asleep to the sounds of her moving around next door, out of Eleanor's sight.