[Seedful]

((Sure! More vampires are always welcome!))

[Okamiryun]

(Cool. I just wanna make sure that choosing a princeps is ok. He will still be part of the brotherhood. Just not as aggressive as the others. If that's ok.)

[Seedful]

((Sure! Oooh you could have Rhevenge! He's awesome---he's a mixed-race princip who controls a swarm of spiders and scorpions and can read emotions. PM me for more about him.))

[SRuiz]

(Sorry if everyone has been stuck waiting on me. School has started and I have caught some form of cold it seems v.v)

Tyson felt someone grab him from behind and immediately fixed his concentration on to that figure instead. He planted his feet firmly into the ground to prevent himself from being pushed near the wall any further. His hand gripped his arms firmly as he attempted to counter with a reverse wall smash, intending to take the vampire along for the ride.

[Seedful]

Rhage barely managed to avoid having his nose broken as Tyson slammed towards him---he stepped aside and allowed the King to sneak up and grab the back of the lesser's head, with any luck forciblt face-planting him. Hey, lessers healed to some minor degree, and it was not like the vampire fucking them was ever going to look at their face, anyway---the special harness rigs in the cells mainly allowed for doggystyle. Though of course Vishous, that kinky fuck, had had to put his own special spin on things. All manner of erotic tortures awaited them at his hands! 

[SRuiz]

Tyson was slammed down to the ground forcibly amid the double team. He attempted to get back up, but with the given situation of two against one, he was done in a bit.

((Sorry for the delay seriously. My brother thought to pass on some virus and I've been in bed almost all this past weekend among other things. Crap post, but there should be enough to carry on.))

[Seedful]

((Aww I hope you feel better soon!))

Wrath and Rhage had their prizes. Tyson soon found himself bound and gagged like Reed. A quick text had Butch on the way with the Escalade, its black-tinted windows ensuring privacy and that no curious humans got a look at the captives inside. Before long the SUV came purring up and another male hopped out, hazel eyes shining mirthfully at the prospect of not one slut, but two.


"Are the cells in order?," Wrath wanted to know as he and Rhage wrestled their cargo into the vehicle and strapped him in, ready to climb in beside with Daggers drawn lest these two somehow still have some fight left in them. Butch nodded. His flat, Bostonian accent would surprise the lessers. 

"Fritz says they're ready to go. V just finished putting the palm-scanner lock on the door---no way in or out unless you're one of us."

The King nodded gravely; this pleased him. Even should the compound in some way be infiltrated, the prisoners could never be freed. Before long they were pulling through the guardhouse gate which protected the grounds from outsiders. Butch kept on driving past the massive stone castle the Brotherhood called home, and on into a huge underground tunnel which led into the system of passages where such things as the training center, gym and pool were located. It was also where the lessers' new homes were. He pulled up in a covered parking area, and twisted around in his seat. 

"We're here. Welcome to your new home, sluts. "

[Okamiryun]

Jyix, a young princep walks over. His long silver hair done in the traditional japanesse style. His slender frame hiding his streangth and speed. His blue eyes scanning the two prisoners. "So you got two those things. That's good news. Should we get more? Just in case one of them doesn't make it? It never hurts to be over prepared right?"
(I'm hopeing this is a good start. I couldn't find a good way to introduce my char.)

[SimonBrownMpreg]

Reed struggled to understand fully what was happening. Not being killed on the spot wasn't especially strange. Like a cat with a mouse, the vampires sometimes enjoyed toying with their prey before ultimately killing them. If anything, he and Tyson would be taken back to the Brotherhood's stronghold and killed there. Bound as he was, the young man still made a nuisance of himself by kicking and grunting wildly.


When Reed heard Butch speak, it made him freeze up in his seat. That accent. Rumors spread like wildfire among lessers. When you were undead, you thrived on gossip and urban legends to keep entertained. One such rumor was about a vampire with an accent just like this. They called him Dhestroyer. He could sense any lesser anywhere while all the other Brothers had to wait and pick up a scent. Not only that, but thost who got away claimed the Dhestroyer could absorb a lesser straight into his body. Reed looked over at Tyson, eyes showing his fear now.

They drove right past the mountain and under the Pit. Reed's breathing escalated. Bronze eyes darted around, trying to see out past the tint of the windows, but it was too dark. Shit... Fuck... Shit!

[SRuiz]

With a bound and gagged mouth and arms and legs, Tyson was unable to fight back against whatever the vampires needed him and the other lesser for. He squirmed around, attempting to fight a loose, but he was eventually placed inside the vehicle and taken away. As he struggled to break free of the chains, his ears picked up the conversations the vampires were casually having about the situation. While he could not speak for Reed, he could put two and two together that if they wanted to kill them, they would have already done so. So what were they really capturing them for?

Like with the van, they were escorted into a "room," but thankfully he had heard what was required to get out the room. Being called a slut by one of them only made it apparent the freaks of nature were intending to get some sexual pleasure out of them. After struggling against the chains, he just remained solitary on the wall, casually thinking of a way out of the situation.

[Seedful]

Reed was lucky, in a way. Back when Phury was all messed up on red smoke, he went through a phase where he became known among lessers as the Mauler---for an acquired habit of rearranging lessers' joints with a hammer and chisel, and then leaving them there to gasp and flop like speared fish. Nasty shit---sometimes the Brothers had to come along behind him and put his prey out of their misery simply because it was the decent thing. 

Soon the two slayers were chained up nice and snug in their cells---separated by a thickness of wall which would permit them to hear the tortures their brethren were experiencing--Vishous himself appeared to do the honors with their harnesses. At the touch of a switch concealed machinery would haul the captive up into a kneeling position that was more or less ideal for fucking from behind. Another arrangement, and they could be penetrated from the front, wrists chained together above their head. His diamond eyes glowed wickedly as he tested the strength of the buckles. 

"There. Nice and secure. Even Rhage couldn't break this, and I've seen him snap navy steel! Enjoy, slut."

Thus he said to each of them, turning to leave the cell, nodding as he did to the vampire waiting in the hall.

"All yours." 

Eyes glowing faintly, the monster waiting slipped in after him, breathing softly the faint coffeeshop mocha smell of red smoke into the air. It was supposed to calm the prisoners down and make them less likely to fight. Time would tell how well it worked. 

((Reed, Tyson, which vampires do you want? PM me for descriptions if you can't decide!)) 

[SRuiz]

Tyson tried to fight himself aloose. The fact that he kept getting called a slut only stressed in his mind why he needed to get aloose. As he breathed heavily, he caught whiff of a scent that was beginning to fill the room as red smoke was apparently filling the place. It reeked of coffee, which was a personal weakness of Tyson's when he was human. Soon he began to calm down, his mind tracing back to his normal days, a down on his luck college student in need of a few debts covered. It was there he was offered a position at what he thought was a great opportunity. Now here he was, skin paling, his red hair beginning to fade to a silver blonde and eventually a snow white. Even his blue eyes were fading away. He began to calm down even further as his mind reflected on his human life.

[Seedful]

Rhage paused to take in the scene before squatting down beside the slayer. Up close, he was a mountain of a male, all hard knots of muscle with sa rockstar-handsome face. His ocean-blue eyes lit up with wicked mirth as Tyson struggled. 

"Don't pull too hard, little toy. You'll break yourself," he cautioned, undoing his leathers and reaching out to start undressing Tyson. He wanted to take it in slowly--the still-human skin color, strong build, defiant blue eyes. He was going to be lots of fun to break in!

[SRuiz]

Tyson remained motionless as he was otherwise calm despite what was racing in his mind, which was to fight back and escape. As the vampire began to undo his clothes, the thought of gripping his hands and tearing them off with as much as his might could offer raced through his head, but instead, he just remained still.

"Why...are you doing this?" His voice was even calm, if not a bit monotonous. His head turned a bit in curiousity. "Why not just kill me?" His eyes were very much defiant, but so long as the smoke that filled his lungs remained, he was more than receptive to what was going on. Now before the vampire he was clad in nothing but the black boxers and that was more than likely to be take away as well.

[Seedful]

Rhage experimentally smacked Tyson's ass, just to see how out of it he was. The red smoke blunt was down to a stub. 

"Pretty little thing you are. The reason you're in here right now and not on a one-way trip back to the Omega, is 'cause you lot can have kids. That's right. You fuckers are fertile as a female in her needing, so we're gonna use you two for breeding stock, make us some super-soldiers. "

He paused to pull down the boxers. 

"See the thing is, us vampires can't go out in daylight. Roasts us something fierce. You lot though, you can. You're also pretty tough aside from the metal-to-the-chest thing. So picture this----a whole army of warriors with all the advantages of both races, and the drawbacks of neither. Pretty fun, right? We're gonna use 'em to hunt down even more of your kind, give 'em special training in flushing lessers out of their dens."

Pulling Tyson's hips closer to his he added, "Plus you're just fun to fuck. Cold as all get out but a fun ride."

[SRuiz]

Tyson's body reacted a bit to his ass being slapped, but nothing more than a simply twitch. Feeling the touch of the vampire even further made his body tense up only for him to be brought back to an immediate calm. Try as he wanted, he could hardly fight back before the drugs made him relaxed.

"Don't do this..." Not like he was in much of a fighting position. It was generally assumed as a lesser, they were essentially dead. That statement was true, but why he or them in general had a scent that smelled of baby powder was beyond him. Perhaps that was what he was made for; to be bred. That did not mean he would agree with the method, but given the current situation, fighting was out of the option unless his body learned how to counteract whatever was going on within him fast enough. "What if this backfires and you cause both sides losses?" Would they go through such lengths to win? Tyson did not need to have the wits of some vampiric genius to know that mixing bad blood only created catastrophic results. As Rhage gripped his hips, obviously ready to mate, Tyson did as best he could which was attempt to fight something he was sworn to kill off his body, but hardly a muscle moved from his body. He was technically a stone. "Please..." It would have been a beg, but it was too calm.

[Seedful]

It was funny to see how the slayer twitched when his ass was slapped---it kind of made the muscles ripple in a pleasing way. That was something to make note of for Vishous, who was always looking for new ways to smack his submissives around. On a whim Rhage reached around in front of Tyson and gripped his limp, lifeless cock, giving it a few experimental strokes. 

"Can you even feel that? Rumor is you're all dead as doornails down there, that true?"

Up close the baby-powder smell was stronger than ever--Rhage inhaled it as he leaned in to nip at the back of Tyson's neck with his fangs. 

"Thing is, slut-boy, even if it goes south on us, we're just gonna keep trying. We can always catch more sluts and try it over again. Learning experience, y'know?"

And with that he forced his way into Tyson, the red smoke having dissipated enough by now for him to feel and react to the violation. Lessers were cold inside, Rhage quickly discovered, but Tyson was tight and gripped his cock like a fist. He gave a low growl of pleasure as he began pumping his hips, slamming into and out of his captive like a machine. 

[SRuiz]

Tyson felt the monster's hands tug at his testicles only to yield to a fruitless result. It was true. Tyson and any other lesser were dead in and out. That included the male being extremely impotent. There were so many times he attempted to "excite" himself and nothing happened. He did not have to know that his deal with the others and Omega had gone sour. The least he got out of it was putting away monsters worse than him. Monsters like his current assailant.

"I'm not a fucking whore!" He fought with rage to try and get himself loose from the chains. He did not want this at all and would fight with every ounce to try and get the vampire off from fucking. He groaned in bits of pain as the male pounded away savagely and lustfully inside of him while all he could do was practically sit there as the chains were too strong. He still made every attempt to fight the chains and Rhage off of him.