Every day was the same for Marlin, get up, get dressed, and adhere to everything the tall lady demanded of him.
He hardly recalled how he ended up in this situation. His friends decided to go on an expedition to Eastern Europe, go sightseeing, they had just finished college, the prime of their lives and ready to see what the world had to offer. It all sounded too good to be true, but now looking back, who could have ever foreseen this.
What happened on the expedition was a blur to him, but he remembered vividly how he was on his knees in the giant castle, all his friends and comrades lying dead around him, drenched in blood. In front of him the tall lady, taller than should be humanly possible and her three darkly dressed and eerie looking daughters behind her. And he was just there completely powerless, about to meet the same fate as his friends.
The tall lady had grabbed him by the throat and held him high. This was the end, he thought. But instead they let him live. His blood, was it special for some reason? Or maybe these women did have some scrap of decency in their unnatural bodies. So instead of death he was given a place in their home as their personal manservant. When they called, he would heed their call, no alternative, no small breather. It was either do what they say or suffer the consequences, consequences he had seen with his very own eyes. They gave him a comfortable room of his own, food and water. It was a comfortable but terrifying life, a golden cage.
But a golden cage is still a cage.
Marlin ran a hair through his golden hair which hadn't been cut in years, making it long and unruly to the point of reaching his shoulders. He walked quietly through the halls of the great castle holding a bottle of the family's very own special wine; Sanguis Virginis.
As he reached the main hall he carefully stepped down the big flight of stairs, making sure to never drop the bottle. The castle was old but still somewhat well preserved, its architecture at least on the inside not waning with the passage of time as most. Though it was still noticeable that this place had been here for a very long time, it didn't occur to Marlin even with his five yearlong servitude to the Dimitrescu family.
Five long years…
Marlin had counted the days since he met this tragic fate. 1872 days. Close to five years' worth of time spend in the servitude of Alcina Dimitrescu, or as Marlin had known her, the Tall Lady, and her three daughters. Her three terrifying daughters.
Marlin remained on his best behavior, making sure to never arise the ire of the inhumanly tall and cruel matriarch, nor even less her daughters, knowing that upsetting or even disobeying them could mean losing his head, or worse. While the Tall Lady barely glanced his way most of the time, the girls had taken to trying to torment the poor manservant at every opportunity. He was their personal little plaything, their blood bank for when they got hungry. And he couldn't fight back, he couldn't dare raise his voice in protest or lift a finger. The moment the Tall Lady would've heard he laid a finger on one of her daughters, it was game over for Marlin, and he knew that as she made it especially clear on his first day.
"Listen well here you filthy manthing, if you ever so much as lay a finger on one of my daughters, I will make you suffer in ways you cannot possibly imagine! Do I make myself clear" she had said holding him high into the air with her extended nails to his throat. All he could do was nod silently in agreement.
That woman's presence alone was enough to make even the strongest man call out in fear for his mommy. Marlin had never been much of a fighter though he could hold his own. But all that meant nothing in Castle Dimitrescu. He was the servant of its matriarch and her terrifying progenies, who wanted nothing more than to make his life a living hell, more than it already was.
Speaking of the devils.
As he stepped down the last flight of stairs into the giant ballroom, flies started to surround him. Which only meant one thing? They were here.
"Morning manslave" a giggling voice said.
There they appeared out of nowhere, three tall and pale looking woman all wearing the same black cloak. Only distinguishable by their different hair colors and different colored pendant. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela.
"Good morning misses, your mother has asked me to bring her your family's priced wine" Marlin spoke politely.
The giggling ensued as Cassandra, the middle one approached him "such a good manslave you are Marlin," she said mockingly, causing her sisters to laugh "not once have you ever tried to escape or try to run from us."
Certainly true. It's not like Marlin hadn't considered it, hell it was his first thought when faced with this situation. But ultimately it would only result in his own death, running was impossible since the sisters could basically appear anywhere in the castle at will it seemed. And if word got out to Lady Dimitrescu about his escape…safe to say he was more afraid of her and what she would do to him then to what he might find outside other than the sheer cold of the mountaintops.
He did occasionally receive a beating from the Tall Lady for not following an order exactly to the letter. But the matriarch was far more restraint then her daughters and knew to hold herself back, but she still made it very clear to him the consequences of disobeying her.
"Now if you'll excuse me misses," he said as he continued to try and move away, only to be immediately pulled back by his collar by Cassandra, almost dropping the bottle in the process.
"You're not going anywhere manslave, we are hungry!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah and your looking delicious" Daniela, the youngest one said. As she stepped forward, taking the bottle from his hand and placing it into her oldest sister Bela's hands.
Before he knew it the two pale woman had thrown him on his back to the ground and ripped off the sleeves of his shirt. Licking their lips in anticipation.
This was not the first time this had happened. He was after all their personal blood bank, the Tall Lady had made it clear that when her daughters where hungry, he was to be their dinner, or more specifically his blood. For some reason his blood had something special, it enticed the sisters, made them go wild for more. So whenever they pleased and he was near, his blood was on the menu for them, whether he wanted too or not.
Cassandra wasted no times in sinking her teeth into the wrist Marlin's left hand and drawing first blood. Marlin yelped out in pain, it never got easier for him, the pain remained the same every time they wanted his blood. "hmmmm" he could hear moaning from Cassandra as she indulged in drinking his blood as he laid there powerless to do anything.
"I won't be the last to get a taste" Daniela said as she bend down and sunk her teeth into Marlin's other arm.
He began to scream in pain as the two woman sucked his hands dry of his sweet tasting blood. The screaming was pointless though, no help was coming, it never did, no help came for five long years. This was his fate, these girls where going to kill him one day, he was sure of that.
Marlin thought he'd be used to this by now. This happened often enough that he would have to be totally numb to the experience. But he was in no state to do anything but wait until they finished or maybe they would drink all his blood and kill him, a sweet release from this prison.
He looked up to see Bela standing there with the bottle of wine in her hand. Normally she would have joined her sisters by now but instead she just stood there with a blank expression. What was wrong? Why didn't she take her shot like her sisters?
"What's wrong Bela, you love the taste of this manslave" Cassandra said as she looked up at her older sister, her mouth covered with blood.
Bela smirked and walked towards them. "I do love the taste of this sister, but I want some private time with him first, have a good long taste" she said licking her lips.
Daniela looked up in shock "what! No fair why do you get to have a private session!" she almost yelled. "Because I'm the oldest that's why. Or do you want to take it up with mother?"
The sisters didn't respond, instead wiping their mouths clean and grunting while releasing Marlin, who was breathing heavily as he tried to move his arms. The blood on his wrists having dried already. It hurt, he could barely move them.
Cassandra and Daniela disappeared into a swarm of flies as Bela walked over to the grunting manservant "poor little manthing," she cooed softly "don't worry Bela will take good care of you."
Minutes later she had dragged him to her chambers, locking the door behind her. He had never been allowed in the sisters rooms. They were giant, a big king sized bed with red covers. The walls hung with old but beautiful paintings from a time long past. Marlin's room was comparable to a small shack in comparison. No expense was shared for Lady Dimitrescu's daughters.
Bela wasted no time and threw Marlin on the bed. The covers where soft and cushioned his fall. His head was spinning. What was happening? Was she going to kill now? Did her mother give her permission to end his miserable life of servitude.
Marlin could barely move his arms let alone say a sentence. Paralyzed by fear more so than he has ever been in the last five years. What was she going to do to him? Why did she bring him here? All these questions where coursing through his head, trying to find an answer of what was going on.
He looked up at Bela, she was smiling, though not a wicked smile as was usually plastered on her face. More of a neutral look, her dirty blonde hair hidden under the cap of her dark cloak. She reached for something. Her sickle?
Is this how it ends, Marlin thought as he closed his eyes.
Instead he felt a cold liquid on his wrist and opened his eyes. To his surprise Bela was sitting on the edge of the bed, a bucket of water on her nightstand and wet washcloth over his blood covered wrist.
What was going on? Was she…..
Helping him?
"Hold still" she demanded with her usual aggressive tone, causing Marlin to immediately freeze up. His thoughts where racing, he had expected her so slice his manhood off with her sickle but instead she was treating his wounds, wounds she had also once inflicted on him.
She held the washcloth to his other arm. The bleeding had already stopped but the pain was still there, nothing to severe but enough to make him want to lie his arms down for the rest of the day. Not that the Tall Lady would ever allow such a thing of course.
He wanted to say something but couldn't. Bela was the oldest and most mature of her sisters but still equally as mad and ready to punish him for the slightest action that she deemed unacceptable from her family's servant.
She threw the washcloth in the bucket and grabbed his shirt's collar to make him sit upright.
"What no thank you?" she asked, almost a bit disappointed.
Marlin gulped in response "….thank…you…Mrs. Bela" he muttered softly. He wanted to ask her why? Why did she do this?
"You're welcome manslave," she replied as she said next to him "you are probably wondering why I brought you here."
Marlin could only nod in response.
"You see manslave, my sisters and I do like the taste of your blood, but personally I like a bit more than that. I want more than just your blood" she licked her lips and smiled as she said this.
Marlin tried to look away from her, but Bela grabbed his face and pulled it towards her.
"Five years you have worked for us manslave, haven't you?," she asked looking at him with intense eyes, he nodded in response "five years without a peep, no matter how much we cut you or suck you dry, not a peep, not a complaint, not even once begging for death. I like that about you…most of our servants beg after a week but you, oh not you."
Bela suddenly ripped open his shirt, allowing her hands to roam over his slightly muscled bare chest, a result of the hard labor he had to endure while here.
Marlin had no response, just a blank expression looking into Bela's eyes as she caressed his exposed torso. "Strong and muscled body," she said, a look of longing in her eyes as her fingers went over his chest "all that work must help out doesn't it?"
Marlin gave no response.
SMACK!
Marlin reeled his face back as Bela slapped it, only for her to grab it again second laters "speak when spoken too manslave!" she almost yelled.
"YES!," Marlin yelled somewhat in response before piping down and saying "yes lots of hard work here, as is my job miss Bela."
Bela smiled wickedly at him, placing her hands on both sides of his face.
"Yes you do, such a hard worker you are. You deserve a little reward don't you think?"
Before he could respond in any capacity, Bela pulled her full body weight onto him, making him fall on the bed. Before he could grasp what was going on Bela undid his pants and stuck her hand inside to grab hold of his manhood, which immediately grew upon her touch.
"Well, well, let's see what we are dealing with," she said seductively before fishing Marlin's manhood from his pants and admiring it "my my, not bad at all manslave." She admired the impressive length for a good few seconds, indulging in it as if it where the first cock she had ever seen in her unnatural life.
"Miss Bela!" Marlin's response was dampened by a moan as Bela started stroking his manhood at a reasonably fast pace. Her hand was soft and warm and tightly wrapped around his cock as she was jerking him off. Marlin's head fell back onto the bed and he softly moaned under Bela's touch.
How did it come to this? Marlin wondered. Just minutes ago he was pinned to the ground having the blood sucked from his arms. And now he was being given a handjob by the same woman who had used him as a bloodbank several times before. Was this the twilight zone? Did he enter an alternate universe? Why was she doing this?
And why was he wishing she didn't stop?
Her strokes became harder and her grip tighter as she continued pleasing him with her hand. Marlin softly moaned under the touch, in total disbelief but also pleasure, a pleasure he hasn't felt in years, being done to him by one of the woman who had enslaved him.
"Good boy," she said softly "I love it when a manthing is at my mercy."
Her strokes became ever rougher, to the point it was almost painful. But the sudden pleasure that washed over him was so intense that the small pain was almost inconsequential in comparison. "Miss Bela…" he moaned as he felt he was quickly approaching his climax due to her rough but pleasurable handling of his manhood. She bend forward, only inches away from his face. Her eyes where no longer malicious or crazy, but rather…..filled with desire.
As the pleasure overwhelmed him, Bela closed the distance between them and placed her lips on his. Marlin's eyes shot up at this, his attention now divided between his incoming orgasm and the kiss he had just received from the oldest sister. Bela's kiss was deep and rough, maybe her first? Marlin's shock and surprise however quickly made way for an eruption of ecstasy as he finally climaxed, his cum drenching Bela's hand.
Her lips left his and he fell backwards onto the bed as the satisfying feeling of his first orgasm in five years washed over him. It had felt incredible, like he was in a different world, better than the cruel reality he had found himself in all these years.
His satisfaction however quickly changed into unbridled fear as he realized what had just happened.
Marlin shot up and saw Bela looking at her cum stained hand, looking at it with a curious look before she shot him a look. Dear God I'm a dead man he thought internally, he had just been inappropriate with Lady Dimitrescu's oldest daughter, or well she with him technically, regardless he feared it would conclude in the same result. However what happened next shocked him even more.
Bela raised her fingers too her mouth and slowly licked his semen of them, one by one she did that as he looked in stunned silence. When the final drop was gone from her fingers she smiled at him and said "tasty" in a sweet tone.
Did she just?
But before Marlin could think any further on this Bela had grabbed him by the collar "now zip up and get out! And if you tell anyone about this I will do more to that cock of yours then just touching it understood!" she said back to her usual threatening demeanor. Marlin could only nod in shock as he stuffed his now soft member back in his pants before in a split second Bela had tossed him out of her room and locked the door behind.
Marlin slowly got up, surprised and scared, wondering how exactly this came to be. What had happened to Bela? Why did she do this for him? Did she like him in any way? Was this some form of blackmail? What if her mother found out about this?
That last thought filled Marlin with dread.
If Lady Dimitrescu finds out I'm dead!