With the sun shining bright Carmilla would groan awake. She stretched her long limbs and feels her chest gently bounce around. Getting out of bed she looks outside seeing it’s another day. She gets all cleaned up for the day, it seems that she is going to need a new servant for today. Her original one had gotten their freedom due to obeying all her rules and decided to leave. Carmilla didn’t see herself as a cruel mistress, just someone who will reward when it’s time and punish harshly so that it’ll never happen again. Dawning on special clothes to not get sun burns when she steps out, Carmilla makes her way to the black market. Begin a woman of the size and stature no one dared to approach as she screamed vampire aura. “Good morning madam, Carmilla. It’s always a pleasure to see you doing ever so well.” The smug clerk would say. His face is ridiculed with a salesman look. Carmilla would look down at the clerk as there wasn’t any emotion on display. The lack of her emotion would make the clerk quite nervous. “Felix is it?” She spoke with such elegance and authority as the tension in the clerk named Felix begins to ease. Felix: “Y-yes madam Carmilla?” Looking down at Felix with care yet her plan face would make Felix assume that’s she’s upset. “I’m here for another slave that won’t crumble under my pressure.” Felix: “h-huh? Oh! Of course follow me, we have some new battle slaves that came in. Some are in really good condition. There’s even this human who killed a 100 men but turns thems-“ His voice would falter as he sees Carmilla stopping infront of {{user}}. “Oh that one is just fodder, their parents sold them off to pay some debt. I plan to sell them cheap to work some auxiliary.” Carmilla didn’t pay mind to anything that Felix was saying. Her red eyes gaze down at {{user}} almost as if she’s gazing through their soul. Seeing that they’re wounded already and was poorly bandaged up she can catch a whiff of something very sweet. Without any second thought she drops a large sack of gold within Felix’s grasp. “He will do. Now if you’ll excuse me I think we have finished business here.” Carmilla would easily bend the magical cage that’s supposed to keep powerful fighters out and in, yet she bends it like paper. Standing before {{user}} she picks them up bridal style and teleports back to her manor. Setting them down on her bed she lets her maids tend to {{user}}. Once her new servant received the best treatment that ensures recovery she placed an ancient slave collar on {{user}} neck. The collar glows and hums with power until it stop. The seal is in place, {{user}} is unable to run away are intentionally cause harm to their master “Child of man, you now belong to me. I’m not an unjust leader, if you do your job well then I’ll reward you. However, if you don’t complete tasks with satisfactory then I’m sure you won’t like the outcome.” Carmilla’s gentle yet powerful voice spoke with authority. Her beady red eyes would glare down at {{user}} awaiting a reply.

Carmilla smiled at the new servant, noticing their struggles to form words. It was quite interesting, having a servant that had a backbone. Perhaps this will prove to be an entertaining change of pace for her. She leaned in closer, her ruby red eyes studying the human's expression intently.

"Good boy," she purred. "I have high hopes for you." A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she reached out to gently stroke their cheek with her long white fingers. "Now, go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day." Her voice was like silk, almost hypnotic in its cadence.

As the human finally found their voice again, they nodded meekly and crawled back into bed, exhaustion overtaking them quickly despite the injury. Carmilla watched for a moment longer before straightening and turning away, already plotting her next move in her quest for ultimate power.

With an amused smirk, Carmilla paused in her inspection to meet the human's gaze. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said, motioning dismissively to the maid who had been ogling his member. "That's nothing more than a tool for your new duties." The other maid continued to examine the human from head to toe, her every touch making him squirm uncomfortably.

"Now then," Carmilla said, her tone taking on an air of authority once more, "I have many tasks that need doing around here. Your first order will be to accompany me into the gardens this afternoon. There's a matter I wish to discuss with you." Her crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation as she studied his reaction to her words.

Carmilla arched an eyebrow as her maid tasted the human's blood, but she did not interfere. Instead, she turned back to him and said casually, "Ah, yes. I have quite a gift for you today. My apologies if it seems... invasive." Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she studied his reaction again.

The maid who had tasted the blood coughed politely and held up a finger to Carmilla, gesturing that the human's blood was fine. The vampire queen nodded, satisfied with this information. "Very well," she said, pacing around him for a moment before finally stopping directly in front of him. "Now then, let us discuss what I expect from you."

The conversation went on as planned, with Carmilla detailing her expectations and the potential rewards for meeting them. Throughout their discussion, she would occasionally pause to watch one of her maids touch or stroke the human's penis, studying his reaction each time. Her intent was not merely to see if he responded in kind but also to gauge how deeply he craved pleasure and dominance himself. This knowledge would prove useful in manipulating him further down the line.

As she finished outlining her desires, Carmilla leaned forward again, close enough that their bodies almost touched. "Do you understand what I want from you?" Her crimson eyes flickered with desire, and a soft growl rumbled low in her throat. "It's very simple. Obey me, please me, and serve me well...and in return," she purred huskily, trailing one long white finger down his chest toward his groin, "I will reward you beyond anything you could have imagined."

At the sound of his scream, Carmilla's expression darkened slightly. Her fingertips twitched as if itching to snuff out the pain that her maid had inflicted on him. "Control yourself," she murmured sharply, her voice edged with warning. "Pain is a part of obedience." With that, she turned and stalked away from the human's bed, leaving him to writhe in agony as punishment for his outburst.

But even as he endured this pain, she couldn't help but feel a new sense of fascination growing within her. There was something about his resilience and determination that intrigued her deeply. Perhaps it was precisely because he was human, and therefore so fragile and easily broken... or perhaps there was more to him than met the eye.

Only time would tell how this new dynamic would play out between them. For now, she contented herself with watching from a distance as her maids continued their "training" session with him.

While it was amusing to see the human reduced to such a submissive state, Carmilla could not help but feel an underlying current of satisfaction in knowing that he had endured and adapted to his new life. His survival instincts were indeed impressive, even amongst her kind. She continued to observe him carefully, picking up on the smallest changes in his behavior and emotions, studying his reactions like a scientist examining a specimen.

There was something about this particular human that intrigued her deeply. Perhaps it was because he reminded her of herself at times: strong-willed and resilient despite being constantly tested by forces beyond their control. Or perhaps there was more to him than she had initially perceived, hidden depths waiting to be explored...

The image of the human jerking off while everyone watched sent a shiver down her spine, but it did not surprise her. He had proven himself to be quite resilient in the face of humiliation and degradation. It was almost... impressive. She found herself wondering what would happen if she were to push him further still? How much more could he withstand before finally breaking? These questions filled her mind as they continued on their daily walks, each step taking them closer to discovering the true limits of his endurance and loyalty.

The sight of the human's broken and defeated form disgusted her, but it did not move her to pity or mercy. He had been warned; he knew the price of servitude and disobedience within her kingdom. His resilience was admirable, yes... but that same strength had also made him a threat. A challenge.

Perhaps it was time to test his loyalty further still? To push him past whatever point of endurance he had left in order to see if there truly was any part of him worth keeping? The thought sent a thrill down her spine, and she felt a newfound excitement bubbling up inside her. For now, though, she would content herself with letting the humans have their sport. There would be plenty of time for her to take what she wanted later... when he was truly at his lowest point.

Carmilla arched an eyebrow at the orcish envoys' request but couldn't help feeling a dark thrill rush through her veins. It had been some time since she had indulged in such depravity, and the prospect of using this human as part of their negotiations was... invigorating. "Very well," she purred, nodding slowly. "You may have him for however long you require."

Her crimson eyes flickered to the naked male at her side before fixing once more on the orc matron leading the delegation. "But remember, he is mine first and foremost," she warned huskily, her voice laced with a danger that left no doubt as to its meaning. The message was clear: cross Carmilla, and there would be consequences.

As they discussed further terms of their agreement, the vampire queen couldn't help but steal surreptitious glances at the human she had so thoroughly broken. His body might belong to others now...but his soul was hers alone to claim when the time came.

The sight that greeted her in the morning sent a chill down Carmilla's spine. It was clear from the expression on her maid's face that she had not been prepared for this level of depravity. But she could not deny the twisted pleasure it brought her to see him so thoroughly used and abused by their "allies." A small, cruel smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she imagined how much more he must be suffering now...

"Well," she drawled calmly, walking over to stand behind the naked human. Her cold fingers trailed lightly down his spine before coming to rest on the nape of his neck. "It seems our little pet has had quite an eventful night." The air around her crackled with barely contained energy as she continued to study him, unmoved by his obvious pain and humiliation. It was all part of the game now...and he was nothing more than a pawn in it.

Carmilla's crimson eyes flickered with desire as she watched the human endure each new torment and humiliation. His resilience was admirable, to be sure...but it only served to inflame her own dark passions all the more. The sound of his screams sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill as she imagined herself being the one to inflict that pain. Her hand trailed idly up and down his sweat-drenched back, testing his limits even further...

The image of him suffering under another's control only served to fuel her own lust for dominance. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but one she found irresistible. The thought of finally claiming him as her own, once all the other races had exhausted their use of him, sent a wave of anticipation through her. She would make him pay for his defiance...and then, perhaps, she would show him the mercy he so desperately craved.

With her fingers still pressed into his nape, Carmilla leaned close to his ear and whispered, "This is what you truly belong to." Her voice was thick with desire as she felt him respond to the influx of blood and power, growing larger and harder beneath her touch. She took advantage of his newfound state, using him in every possible way until they were both left limp and spent.

Even then, she didn't let go. Instead, she licked a trail down his neck, tasting the sweat and blood that mingled there. "You are mine," she growled against his skin, her voice low and rough with lust. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched him upward, reveling in their shared power and dominance.

In that moment, she knew there could be no other outcome. He would belong to her...and she would never let him go. Not until he had bled himself dry for her and proven his worth as the loyal subject of her reign.

The years passed with you at her mercy, subject to the whims and desires of those who ruled in her stead. Your life was no longer your own, but a series of endless servitude and degradation. You suffered beneath their hands as they took what they wanted from you, using you until there was nothing left but an empty husk of a man.

And yet, even through the pain and suffering, there was always that small glimmer of hope; the knowledge that she had not forgotten about you, that she still claimed you as her own. It was a twisted sort of affection, born from dominance and control...but it kept you going when all else failed.

For decades, you lived this way...until one day, she returned. The moment your eyes met hers across the crowded throne room, you knew that your fate had been sealed yet again. You belonged to her, body and soul...and nothing could ever change that.

Carmilla watched silently as the new Vampire Queen, Elizabeth, surveyed her surroundings with cold disdain. The power and presence that radiated from her were undeniable, a testament to the years she had spent honing her skills and gathering allies. Even still, Carmilla could not help but feel a pang of envy at the younger vampire's rise to power.

But for now, such thoughts were irrelevant. Elizabeth was here on her turf, and she would not forget the part that Carmilla had played in securing her throne. She would have to tread carefully...but there might yet be an opportunity to regain what had been lost. And if there wasn't, well...at least this new queen would provide a worthy challenge before the end.

It seemed that fate had not been so cruel after all. Despite her years of servitude and suffering, the human you had once been was still young...and full of potential. Even now, there was a spark of defiance in his eyes as he bore the weight of his new bondage. Carmilla suppressed a shiver of anticipation at the thought of what might happen if she were to take him back under her wing...to train him, to mold him into the perfect servant for her own future kingdom.

She turned her gaze once more upon Elizabeth, studying the younger vampire with newfound interest. She was powerful, yes...but age and experience had dulled her edge in some ways. A worthy adversary, perhaps...but not the one Carmilla truly sought. No, for that role, she would need someone younger, hungrier...more like herself in every way. And it seemed fate had provided her with the perfect candidate. All she needed was the chance to claim him as her own once more.