Virág

Azumi groaned as she trudged through the stone halls of the castle.

"Hey, uh, why are you groaning and trudging around like a zombie when you aren't one?" Virág mumbled as she peeked out from behind a corner.

"EEK! Oh, it's you," Azumi mumbled.

"Oh it's just me. I don't like that reaction," Virág pouted.

"Hmm? What are you wearing?"

Virág smiled as she stepped out wearing white scrubs and white sneakers. "It's a massage therapist outfit. You likey?"

"Um, "likey"?"

"You teasing my verbal tics?"

"Um, I don't exactly like any of you, so yes."

"Why?"

"Oh, I don't know, you kidnapped me, sucked my blood, made me your slave. Oh, and need I mention I'm now a fucking war criminal thanks to your sister!?" 

"Ah, don't worry about that. You were out fighting for Hungary, so it's all good. You'll be cheered if you go out in the streets," Virág smiled as she gave a thumbs-up.

"Um, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!?"

"No, Grampy's the prime minister and he said it's good."

"YOUR GRANDPA'S THE PRIME MINISTER OF HUNGARY!?"

"Yeah, Laszlo Hun. He lives in Budapest, which is why Ma's head of the house here. He's big on reunifying all of historical Hungary, so Tisza's campaigns are completely legal, and worse comes to worse, he'll pardon you."

"And if I want to visit another country?"

"Mm, depends. Some don't care, others do. Ah, but most countries don't like vampires, so yeah, you're a thrall now so they'd probably crucify you and stake you upon entry. It's not a fun way to go since the special silver stake sucks all your skin off then leaves you to rot in the sun and get picked apart by birds and-"

"OK, OK, I get it! No escaping, stuck here."

"Is it really worse here then where you were?"

Somberness overtook Azumi as she stared down at the floor. "Maybe not, but... I really wanted to regain my freedom one day..."

"Then why were you still there?"

"Think I could run? Those places are managed by gangs. You run, they hunt you, and you're getting something like what you said happens when a vampire gets staked n' crucified. Well, guess I was a slave there, slave here... Come to think of it, why were you three even there?"

Virág shifted her gaze to the side.

"Oh come on!"

"Well, Ma had to do something diplomatic there I guess, and well... I uh... I saw an image of you for the club and thought you'd be fun to play with, but well... Ma thought you were an ugly boy and decided you'd make a great slave."

"Oh lovely, this hideous cut actually made a vampire think I was a twink toy."

"They told us at the front you were a girl, but that kinda made Ma want to make you a slave even more. She kinda prefers getting naked with women more than men... I... do to..."

"I'm straight. Heterosexual in case you don't know what straight means."

"I don't know what heterosexual means."

"It means I'm romantically attracted to men, not women. Didn't stop the club from having some rich whores make out with me."

"You made out with women?"

"Hated every second of it. Even the worst experience I had with a man was better than anything I had with a woman."

"How- How did they treat you?"

Azumi scowled as she raised an eyebrow. "In general... You want exact details..."

Virág nodded her head.

"Sick fuck... Alright. So they..."

...

Virág smiled and nodded her head as Azumi finished her story.

"And you have such a bubbly look on your face why?"

"I get real fuzzy when I think about how that could've been me they were playing with," Virág giggled.

"I bet your room is a masochist dungeon."

"Wanna see it?"

"No."

"But... I wanna practice on you..."

Azumi's heart thumped as she began to grimace. "They're finally gonna start fucking me... Why'd it have to be female vampires? Male vampires... yeah, they could **** me ***** me, and **** *** *********. Ahhhhhh, I'm getting fuzzy just imagining it," she thought.

"You're smiling. You got a thing deep down for girls, don't ya," Virág smiled as she jiggled her breasts.

"No, I was imagining getting fucked by hot male vampires."

"Sorry, Grampy's harem is full, Da's a thrall, and I have no brothers."

"How about male cousins?"

"Don't really see much of the family much."

"So it's nothing but lesbian vampires here."

"Tisza's what you call heterosexual. Though, her heart is more for the country than any one person, unless that person loves Hungary as much as her."

"Correction, there's nothing but two lesbian vampires and a hardcore Hungarian nationalist ."

"Ma's into guys too."

"... There's nothing but a lesbian vampire, a bisexual female vampire, and a hardcore Hungarian nationalist here."

"Yup, I hate guys, I love girls," Virág clapped.

"So what are you going to do to me? I don't think I can refuse even though I want and will say it loud and clear."

Virág did a little twirl as she put her finger to her lips. "Tee hee, we're gonna play Spa day."

"Um, what the fuck?"

Following Virág to her room, Azumi was greeted with what could only be described as a masochist day spa. Everything was white and serene, but if one were to look closely, they'd notice the straps on the salon chair, the white gag balls and whips hanging on the wall, and the wooden horses that could be mistaken for mere decor.

"Take a seat in the chair," Virág giggled as she gestured to the chair.

Azumi's body walked over and sat down despite her screaming at the top of her lungs how she didn't want to.

"Tee hee, you screamed. Screaming's a no-no here, and you know what we do to no-nos? We gag them," Virág giggled as she dangled a gag ball before Azumi.

Azumi let out a sigh. "I've had enough gag balls shoved in my mouth to know they're not soothing at all."

"Really? I always get blushy and fuzzy when I strap one on and have Tisza tie my hands behind my back."

"So do you want to be the one in the chair?"

"Yes, but only after I test things out on you. See... I'm thinking about getting a makeover, but I'm scared. So... I'll give you the makeover first to see if it's right for me."

"And the makeover, dare I ask?"

Virág giggled and held up her phone.

Staring at the video on screen, Azumi grimaced as she watched the woman there have her long hair and eyebrows shaved off, before getting waxed and lathered with oil.

"We're gonna give you a shavey wavey," Virág giggled.