Chapter 8 - A Traitor's Punishment

"So, you're the vampire who led the rebellion against Dracula?"

Carmilla whirled around at the sound of an unknown voice coming from the corner of her room.

"Who's there?" she demanded. "Show yourself!"

A figure emerged from the inky shadows of the corner and coalesced into that of a man. Even for a man, though, he was unusually large. Somewhere north of seven feet tall and all muscle beneath his purple robes, she had never seen anyone quite like him. That, plus his eyes, which were a deep purple with pure white pupils, and his fangs, which she could just barely see, gave away the fact that he was certainly not human.

"Carmilla, correct?" he asked, walking out into the room.

"How did you get in here?" Carmilla asked, her eyes narrowing. "We have many warriors here preparing to continue our campaign against the humans. Even though this castle is a temporary base, it is not possible for someone to slip by them undetected so easily."

"Oh, that? That was just a bit of simple magic, obviously." The man waved off the question. "Elementary for me, actually."

"So, you can use magic? Are you a vampire? Have you come to join our cause, then?"

The man let out a laugh and walked past her to the couch on the far side of her room, taking a seat.

"I hope you don't mind." He said, crossing one leg over the other. "I just got out of a series of long and boring meetings. It feels good to relax for a minute."

"Answer the question, or I'll kill you where you sit." Carmilla warned.

"No…no, you won't. You might try, but you won't succeed. A child like you stands no more chance of harming me than anything else in this world."

"Child?!" Carmilla spluttered, furiously. "I have walked this land for centuries!"

"Yes, perhaps…five hundred years?" he guessed. "You are quite young. At least, compared to me and my kind. Still, I would warn you against attacking me. Like I said, you stand no chance. I know you vampires like to think of yourselves as the superior race, but in truth, your power is still insignificant when matched against ours. Even the strongest of your kind, Dracula, never could match my strength. If he couldn't, then you certainly cannot. As for who I am, my name is Mordall. And no, I am not a vampire. I'm a demon."

"A demon in that form?" Carmilla scoffed. "Do you think me stupid? All demons are ugly creatures, no more intelligent than animals. But I'll humor you for a minute. What do you want then, 'demon'?"

"To educate you. To fill in the gaps of your ignorance. To show you your true place in this world."

"Excuse me?!"

"You betrayed your King." Mordall said. "Turned your forces against his and then you all ripped each other to pieces. Had you stayed loyal, it is likely that Dracula would not have succumbed to his foes and allowed his son to kill him. Instead, you opted for power. You wanted Dracula's throne. I am afraid, it is not so simple, girl. You don't deserve it. Now, I will educate you on your proper place."

Fuming, Carmilla lunged toward the seated man and slashed at him with her claws. To her shock, in a blink of an eye, Mordall simply reached up and caught her hand mid-slash, stopping her attack as though it were nothing. Faster than her eye could follow, Mordall's other hand flew up and grabbed her by the throat, tightening his grip and cutting off her oxygen. Almost immediately, her vision went black. She thought that it was a result of her blood circulation being stopped, but a moment later, her sight returned to her. When it did, she saw that she was no longer in the castle room, but was now outside somewhere, looking up at a violet night sky full of shining stars.

Mordall drew her back and then threw her away, sending her sprawling with ease onto the grass below. Carmilla, wheezing in air as her neck was released, felt the sensation of magic as his hand left her throat, and then a new weight took its place. Raising her own hand to feel around her neck, she felt some kind of metal collar that had been locked in place there. He must have used magic, not only to materialize the collar around her, but also to teleport them to this unknown location. Carmilla felt a chill run down her spine as she realized Mordall might actually have been somewhat truthful earlier. Even Dracula had been incapable of transportation magic without the help of magical items. Did that mean that this self-professed demon was actually stronger than him?

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, tugging on the stubborn collar.

"I put those on all my slaves, naturally." Mordall laughed.

"Slave?!?!" Carmilla choked out the word, her temper flaring up to new heights. "How dare you! I am no one's slave, certainly not yours! Release your magic and send me back before I reduce you to ash for your insolence!"

"Oh?" Mordall raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "I would like you to see you try."

Snarling, Carmilla raised her hands, preparing to access her elemental magic and call forth a firestorm that would scorch the clearing they were stood in. As she attempted it, though, she found that she was unable to. The magic didn't answer her call. As she reached out with her mind to touch its power, it simply floated away from her range, as though she was cut off from its flow.

"What…what is happening…?" she questioned, her eyes wide.

"This is my dimension, girl." Mordall explained. "Everything here happens only if I allow it. However, your lesson on demon culture and biology will come later. The more pressing lesson is one of humility. I never considered Dracula a friend, necessarily, but I suppose it was as close as it could get to that for me. Your betrayal will not be taken lightly."

Mordall flicked his hand and Carmilla cried out as her collar magically yanked her backwards, her feet stumbling to keep up. Off balance, she found herself tripping over some stone object behind her that she hadn't noticed. As she fell, landing flat on her back with an 'ooph', a series of golden manacles appeared in the air around her, clasping onto her wrists and ankles. Matching golden chains also came into existence, attached to the cuffs, and began to maneuver her limbs and body about on the stone block. Carmilla found herself bound in place, her legs spread nearly into a split and calves dangling over the sides of the block, while her arms were yanked out to her sides and over the edge as well, where the chain cuffs pulled her wrists tautly towards the ground. Her head was left to hang off the other end of the block, her long, white hair falling straight down toward the grass.

"Release me at once!" Carmilla shouted, yanking with all her strength against the chains.

She struggled to keep her head raised, fighting gravity to look at Mordall as he approached her vulnerable body, her nerves increasing with each step he took.

"Save your breath." Mordall advised. "You'll need it later."

A snap of his fingers, and Carmilla's scarlet dress exploded into a cloud of fluttering, tattered fabric. The useless scraps floated down around the block, landing on the grass until they were picked up by the breeze and scattered about, leaving Carmilla completely naked. Laughing at her embarrassed squirming, Mordall slowly strode around the backside of the block until he was stood over her upside-down head, forcing her to look up at him. Carmilla swallowed, the fear building inside of her starting to outweigh the fury that was also bubbling. She had never been so outclassed before. As a vampire in a world of humans, she had always been superior in every way. Her looks, strength, and magic always gave her the edge and let her manipulate any situation to her favor. Now, she was a mere pawn in the grip of a king, and she was scared.

"I…I'm sorry about what happened to Dracula." She offered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to betray him. I just wanted to…wake him up and get him to take on a new plan of action. Yes, that's it! I would never dream of turning against my king!"

"All your squabbling and scheming may have worked in Wallachia, but it won't do you any good here, girl. I told you to save your breath."

"Why?"

Mordall waved his hand over his chest and his purple robes dissolved into nothing, leaving him nude as well. Carmilla flinched, her eyes closing as something crashed down toward her upturned face, landing heavily on her. Timidly cracking her eyes open, she gasped as she found herself staring at the largest cock she had ever seen in her entire life. Of course, her experience wasn't great, as she typically saw men as nothing more than pieces to move about in her games, so she very rarely slept with any of them. Still, even some animals she had observed were less endowed by the demon now towering over her, and his intentions were quite clear. A shiver ran through her, and she resumed tugging on her bonds.

"Get away from me, you beast!" she shouted in a quavering voice. "I will not be treated this way by the likes of you!"

Sighing, Mordall just reached down and pinched her jaw in one powerful hand, rendering her protests mute. Squeezing a bit tighter, her easily forced her mouth open, her ruby lips parted in an inviting 'O'. With a snap of his free hand, the vampires felt the tingle of magic in her mouth and then a metal ring came into existence between her teeth. It quickly grew larger and larger, pressing her mouth open increasingly wider, not stopping until she was certain her jaw was going to be dislocated. When it finally did stop growing, a set of leather straps flashed out, wrapping their way around the back of her head and locking the ring gag into place.

Carmilla squirmed as Mordall's cock drew back, dragging along her face until it slid off her chin and into place, the tip lined up with her open mouth. Unable to shut him out or fight back in any way with her limbs completely immobilized, she could do nothing but stare wide-eyed as the hulking demon pushed the tip into her waiting mouth, filling the entire space with just the bulbous head.

"Ah, that's nice." He sighed, feeling the warm saliva bath surround his head. "Nothing better than a blowjob to take the edge off after council meetings. Usually, I take it easy on my pets their first time with me. However, in this case, I don't exactly feel obliged."

Carmilla found out exactly what he meant by that as his hips pushed forward, driving more of his length into her mouth. The fat tip almost instantly struck the back of her mouth, triggering her gag reflex and ripping a huge choke from her. This was the first time she had ever been touched there by a dick. On the rare occasion she deigned to sleep with a man, she always curtly refused to suck their cocks. It was beneath someone of her stature and elegance.

This time, she was given absolutely no choice, and her inexperience was showing clear. Each connection of Mordall's cockhead to the entrance of her throat resulted in a violent series of gags, her body spasming and wrenching on her cuffs. A pool of saliva quickly built up in her mouth, spilling past her lips whenever Mordall reared back to deliver another thrust. It dripped down, catching in her nose and eyes, leaving her face covered in the deluge and generally making the entire experience all the more miserable for her.

Clearly not happy with a mere fraction of his monstrous length in her mouth, Mordall ramped up his thrusting, hammering the entrance to Carmilla's throat with more strength. It was exceptionally tight and unyielding to his advances at first, but after a couple minutes of nonstop pounding, he could feel the barrier start to lessen as her muscles tired of struggling so fiercely. Eventually, her neck muscles gave up the ghost and, on one particularly brutal thrust, three inches speared their way past the convulsing vampire's uvula and forged their way into her esophagus. Including the two inches that had already been in her mouth, that added to five of his fourteen total length. Not nearly enough to satisfy him yet.

Wriggling his fingers in between Carmilla's collar to get a sturdy grip on her, Mordall reset and bulled his way in yet again, this time succeeding in getting half of his absurd cock burrowed into her windpipe. Carmilla's throat was now bulging obscenely, the path of his progress plainly visible as a lump in her neck that shifted and moved back and forth with his motions. Now that he had gained entry, it was much easier going to work his way down, and he wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. Each successive thrust forced an additional bit past the ring gag locking Carmilla's mouth open. An inch here, a centimeter there, it all began to add up as he pounded his way towards her stomach.

Carmilla's wide eyes were, by now, glazed over with her spit demon precum that had leaked down onto her face, but she was more than able to see the fat balls approaching her face. Each powerful thrust brough them closer and closer and, for all her gagging and choking and fighting, she could do absolutely nothing to stop their progress. Above her, she heard a roar leave Mordall and his hips backed up considerably. Only a second passed before he came careening forward, but it felt like a year to Carmilla, her brain putting the pieces together just as her began to move.

Inch after inch after inch disappeared past Carmilla's stretched lips, finding a new home in her esophagus. In a matter of milliseconds, Mordall's heavy balls slapped into her panicked face, where they came to rest, covering her entirely and blocking out everything from her vision to any hope of drawing air through her nostrils. Her throat was given no choice but to snuggle tightly around the demon's entire length, well over a foot of thick meat stretching and distending her slender neck.

Letting out a long sigh of pleasure, Mordall anchored himself in place, just basking in the convulsing sleeve surrounding his member. Even without moving, every gag and choke just hugged and massaged him wonderfully, sending sparks of ecstasy up his spine. Down below, still with a face full of demon nuts, Carmilla was starting to panic. With every second that ticked by, the burning in her lungs grew fiercer and fiercer. Her windpipe was totally clogged, and her nose was completely covered. She was slowly suffocating and unable to do anything at all. Her screams and shrieks came out as mere muffled hums, interrupted by violent gagging and, for all her struggling, the best she could do was make the chain links tinkle and clink against the stone block she was lying on.

Bright spots floating in her black vision, her face beat red, Carmilla was about to pass out when Mordall's finger came down, tapping her on the chest. Her vision returned to normal, although still obscured by the fat demon nuts. Her lungs still burned, and she felt like she might black out at any second from lack of air, but yet she stayed conscious. A shred of sanity fighting through her brain, she realized what must have happened. That tap on her chest had been Mordall casting some magic, a spell that kept her from suffocating.

However, this was almost worse. Instead of the sweet sleep that would have come over her from passing out, she was forced to remain in a constant state of discomfort. Her throat was spasming and convulsing nonstop and her lungs were desperate for air. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity to Carmilla. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't relax, she couldn't black out. She could do nothing but thrash and choke down the log of a cock that had been unceremoniously stuffed down her virgin throat.

Mordall had no problem waiting and allowed at least ten minutes to pass before deciding that he had tortured his toy enough. Eager to resume thrusting, he pulled back until just the tip remained in Carmilla's mouth, allowing her to wheeze in a quick breath, which was quickly interrupted by his length diving back down her throat at full speed. Her neck was callously stretched out again, skin tickling the golden collar encircling it, and her reddened face was slapped by the heavy weight of two huge balls. The rapid thrusting resulted in far more gagging and choking, but at least Carmilla was able to sneak breaths of air in between strokes. Still, the tradeoff left her throat spasming and retching heavily, trying desperately to expel the mammoth cock jamming its way in over and over.

Suddenly, Carmilla found her mouth and throat completely empty. She coughed and choked, her abused throat finally returning to its normal shape and circumference. Blinking spit and pre-cum out of her eyes, she found herself looking up at empty space. Mordall was no longer there. Raising her exhausted head, she instead found him standing between her spread legs, stroking his slick, stiff shaft. Grasping it by the base, he slapped it down heavily on her bare pussy, making her yelp as the fat member struck her clit. A few more rapid taps, smearing her throat-slime over her lower lips, and then his tip was put into place, poised to delve into her depths.

Carmilla tried to protest, begging him not to stick that behemoth in her, but with her mouth locked open from the ring gag, it all came out as some incoherent mumbles and hums. Snickering at her frantic head-shaking and attempts to speak, Mordall pushed his way forward, prodding open her lips, before jamming the first couple inches in her. A shrill scream pierced the night air as Carmilla's cunt was stretched wider than it ever had been before. She felt like she was about to rip in half and yet she could see, to her horror, that this was only a tiny portion of the fuckstick she was going to receive.

Taking hold of the vampire's shapely hips, Mordall steadily continued to feed more and more of his rod into her, not pausing for a moment. He held tight to the thrashing woman, forcing her tight hole to take in all of him until, with a last push, he was buried all the way to the base. All the while, Carmilla's screams only grew in pitch and intensity as her walls were spread wide. By the end, her voice was nearly cutting out. She could feel his tip encased deep within her, pressing insistently on her cervix and forcing it to move and shift about at his cock's whims. Feeling like a horse was fucking her, she was certain she was going to split in two, but there was not one thing she could do about it.

All too soon, he was moving again. Dragging his member back along her velvety channel, only to ram it right back from where it came, much faster this time. Carmilla was given no time to become accustomed to the ridiculous intrusion and threw back her head in a gurgling shriek. There, she remained, her head slumped back over the edge of the block, her tired neck unable to support her while she screamed her pretty little head off, drool dripping past her open mouth and soaking her face all over again.

All too happy to help her pet get a better view, Mordall reached down and took a handful of Carmilla's white hair, yanking her head up so she could see the enormous bulge in her abdomen. The outline of his cock was plain as day, a thick log of steel tenting her pale skin in a profane manner. Carmilla's eyes couldn't look away and simply stared as he pulled out again, the bulge moving along with him until it was all but gone, only to appear again in a flash as he buried his cock into her steamy depths over and over.

Despite the discomfort and pain associated with her pussy being demolished by the demon's length, Carmilla's body was also reacting to the sexual stimulation. No matter how much she tried to deny it, in her hazy, half-broken mind, she could tell that she was going to cum. It was impossible for her not to. There was so much sensation, that her pussy simply couldn't ignore it, and was steadily being pushed toward orgasm. Each and every stroke and little movement of the massive cock inside her drove her incrementally closer and closer, until she was right on the edge. One last thrust, and it was there.

Carmilla's breath caught in her chest and she went cross-eyed, her vision blurry and hazy, as the most powerful climax of her life crashed into her. It was so intense that it was almost painful. Of course, it didn't help that as soon as he felt her cunt clamp down around him, Mordall chose to speed up his thrusting, fucking her harder than ever before. Every muscle in her body was tensed up, involuntarily, and waves of lightning were coursing through her, scrambling her brain. By the end of it, she was a broken, drooling mess.

It took a few minutes of relatively less intense fucking and some slaps to the vampire's face to finally bring her to some semblance of sanity. Her eyes rolling slightly and finally focusing, she panted, her chest heaving in an attempt to provide her with the oxygen that it required, and still managing to run behind the demand.

"Suppose I should finish this up, then. You don't mind if I cum in your pussy, do you?"

Those words brought about a spike of fear that cleared Carmilla's mind somewhat. Her eyes went wide, and she stared at the demon, shocked, before furiously and frantically shaking her head no as best she could with her hair in his grip.

"What's wrong?" Mordall laughed, driving his length into her again, and forcing another scream from her. "Afraid you would get pregnant? Well, you're right. You would. After all, demon jizz is particularly potent. Don't want any kids, girl?"

Groaning and arching her back as she was speared once again by the fat cock, she quickly resumed shaking her head no, pleading with her eyes and hoping he would have some mercy on her.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice here." Mordall admitted. "I have been curious about what the offspring of a pure-blood demon and a vampire would look like and what abilities it might have. With you here, I no longer need to wonder. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make a great mother."

Terrified, Carmilla could only let loose another shriek as her cervix was pummeled by the next stroke. This time, though, he remained buried in her depths and, with a groan of pleasure, released the orgasm he had been holding back for a few minutes now.

Carmilla came again instantly as she felt the first torrential shot of cum splatter inside her fertile pussy. Her eyes rolled clear up into her head, only the white visible, and her cunt clamped and fluttered uncontrollably, only succeeding in helping to milk shot after shot of potent jizz into her depths. She could vaguely feel her mid-section starting to feel especially tight somewhere in the rational part of her mind but was currently incapable of thinking at the moment. All she was capable of was being the condom for a horse-dicked demon.

Letting out his pent-up breath, Mordall finally removed his dick from Carmilla, muttering a quick spell that put a magical seal over her pussy, keeping his semen trapped inside. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he smirked and looked down at his handiwork. Carmilla was a wreck. Her whole body was limp and trembling, still riding out the remainder of her mind-shattering climax. Her face was plastered in slime from the throating she had received, and her belly was bulging outwards, a result of the massive load he had packed into her. She already looked four or five months pregnant, and she was only just now being fertilized.

"Lesson number one, taken care of." Mordall muttered, waving his hand over himself to re-materialize his robes. "Lesson number two will come courtesy of the demon hordes in my army."