Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic Amusement ❯ My Bitch ( Chapter 3 )

All right, ladies and gents, chapter three! Just recently, I got a note on Deviantart from a girl named Nasumaru who knows Japanese. Apparently, she loved my story so much that she is translating it so she can give it to her friends who can't read English. I must say, this is the most flattering thing anyone has ever done when it comes to my stories. She is also one of my favorite artists on Deviantart, and the best Hellsing yaoi artist I have ever seen. (Oekaki not included; if this were the case, she would be even with v-azazael.) So, thank you dearly Nasumaru.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Hellsing, nor any of its characters.
(Oh yes, the sinfully tight pants are dedicated to Minx Alighieri a.k.a. Evil Bunny. ^_^)
-P. Alighieri
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Anderson was pulled out of his sleep by the smell of meat and the hunger that penetrated his dark, demon-filled dreams. He opened his eyes to the dim oil-lamp light that spilled from the fixture on the wall. Alucard wasn't there this time (Which was less of a comfort that Anderson thought it would be; perhaps it was because if the vampire was in front of him, he knew where he was.), but in his place was a plate with a decent sized steak, a bowl, and black semi-gloss leather pants. Not caring to examine the bowl or the state of his original cloths at the moment, he all but threw himself at the meat and began tearing and chewing as fast as he could without choking. It was no Filet Minong (Not that he was used to such things), but it was sustenance and he ate it with out qualms as he stood. It was acceptably made as well, medium-rare just as he liked it. When he was done entirely, which didn't take too long, he then glanced at the bowl. It was a rather large, gold painted, glass one with a flat bottom and filled with water. It also had something written along the side that he couldn't quite read from his high angle. He picked up the bowl carefully and lifted it up to his line of vision. Along the side was “Dog” engraved in elaborate, dark blue lettering.

Anderson yelled in fury as he was threw his arm back to toss the bowl against the wall. He paused at the last second, causing some of the water to slosh out. This would very possibly be the only bit of water he would get for a while. His entire body shook with pure anger as survival and pride waged war in his mind. He lowered his still raised, quivering hand and stared at the bowl, gritting his teeth and sending death glances at the bowl as if Alucard were in it. He growled dangerously through his teeth, “Ye. Sick. Bitch.” Anderson glanced at the hallway to be sure that Alucard wasn't there. He then growled one last time and downed the water as fast as he could. He just needed to get this over with. After drinking the entire thing, he threw the bowl as hard as he could against the opposite wall, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. Anderson stood there, panting heavily in his anger and adrenaline.

Anderson then looked down at the leather pants still on the floor, slightly wet from the spilt water earlier. It then gave him a thought to look at his own pants. They were in such a state that they barely covered what they should. Anderson furrowed his eyebrows, and then turned pale as last night's events crept up from the dark corner of his mind. Anderson retched, almost vomiting as a small amount of bile came up into his mouth, but he quickly reigned in his stomach and swallowed hard. Anderson slowly leaned against the wall to regain balance, staring straight ahead and gasping for breath as he got his thoughts in order. He had sinned. No matter what the circumstances were. This was against everything good and right. Moreover, it was by a vampire. An earthly demon, Satan's very own. Anderson shivered at the thought. He felt tainted, as if a whole lifetime of repent couldn't relieve him of the unclean, infested feeling that had taken root in his soul. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

He numbly looked back down at his pants, finally having enough comprehensive thought to change into the cloths the demon provided. He was able to do this with a bit of decency, since there was no bottom left to his original pants. After having a bit of a time with trying to slip into the sinfully tight, leather pants, he was eventually in them appropriately. He then walked to the back of the cell, and slowly slid down the wall with his bare back against it. He still couldn't believe any of this. This monster had him and intended to do “things” to him of the Devil's nature. This is the devil incarnate, and here he was to serve as his plaything.

Anderson flinched slightly as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were slow and deliberate, just as last time. A scowl formed on his face, as he knew what would happen again. Only there were no more disillusions of him resisting Alucard this time. The footsteps stopped just beyond the wall, perhaps just to fuck with his head a little. Anderson glared at Alucard's direction, pure hatred radiating off of his very being. He heard Alucard laugh lightly, speaking with immense amusement, “You drank it? You have accepted what you are then.” Anderson leapt to his feet, his pride already wounded by drinking from a dog bowl in the first place. “Shut up, monster! I'h did it `cause I'h had teh, Ih'm not yer bitch!”

This just made Alucard laugh uncontrollably as he walked into view of Anderson. He wore the same thing as last time, except no shirt. The vampire stared at the dog sidelong, provoking him with his eyes and with his arms crossed against his chest. Anderson growled as he charged at Alucard, but his chains stopped him right at the entrance once again. Although, this time Anderson didn't snap back. He was stopped at the length of the chains, and whether by a miscalculation (Not likely) or intention on Alucard's part, their faces were only inches from one another. Anderson growled like a freak on a leash, as Alucard snickered. “Going to try to chew me to death now?” Anderson yanked at his chains once more, his entire body shaking in furry. “Damn you Alucard!” Anderson suddenly felt lips on the corner of his mouth before he actually comprehended Alucard closing short distance. Anderson stood there completely stunned when Alucard whispered next to his ear. “Then off to Hell we go.”

The world suddenly seemed to blur, as of everything was being sucked into a giant whirlwind. Out of fear of becoming dizzy, he shut his eyes, though a certain instability had already settled in his stomach. He couldn't really feel anything, as if he were floating in still air. When the queasiness settled, he opened his eyes and tried to jump back as the scene revealed itself. It was obvious that they were still in the dungeon area, but an entirely new, darker part. The huge, enclosed, four-sided stone room was filled with all manner of torture devices, brought to light by the blazing torches on the walls. Amongst the room were Iron Maidens, cages, bed of nails, strange metal chairs, equipment for electric play, chains, tables filled with knives, strange dildos, syringes with bottles near them and lit candles. Along the wall hung whips of all sizes and styles, floggers, paddles, canes, and quirts. There was also a fire-pit with a pot boiling and a wood fastener with a hole at the middle, not to mention the long metal pikes sitting in one corner. The wall and floor were covered with dark, splatter-spots that Anderson cared not to decipher at the moment. Now, Anderson's wrists were shackled to taunt chains in the middle of the room, thus, he could not bring them down below the top of his head. As was his ankles, shackled by looser chains that allowed him to balance slightly. Of course, he had somehow lost his pants during Alucard's magic.

“Would you like to tempt the limits of your abilities?” Alucard's voice sounded dangerously behind him. “I personally can hardly contain myself.” Anderson shivered slightly as his eyes wondered around the room at the various devices, dreading the each one more than the last. There was no question as to what was going to happen next. Alucard laughed insanely as he strode over to the table to pick up a wooden dildo with slits and a turn key at the end and another mysterious looking thing with spikes that Anderson had never seen before. Alucard came around Anderson, shoved the dildo mercilessly in him, and turned the key. Anderson screamed bloody murder as he felt tiny knives cut through his walls, each of them coming from the little slits. As he was blinded by the pure pain that shot through him, Alucard attached the ball gag and cock ring, giving that a painful little pull as well. With the new pain, Anderson clenched his teeth, screaming in the back of his throat till he was panting. “That was only a taste, my dear pet.” Alucard went back to the table and took a pair of nipple clamps, deftly snapping them on less than gently. Trying to suppress a scream, he growled till Alucard added weights to the clamps, producing a short scream. Inside, Anderson resolved himself to not cry even as his eyes started to tear up.

Alucard walked gracefully toward the wall and removed a cat o' nine-tails. Anderson, opening his eyes slightly at the pause in the torment, shivered as he saw the infamous whip come down. Moving back behind him, Alucard brought the whip down on his back. Anderson yelped, brought on more by the thought that it wouldn't be the only one. Alucard continued relentlessly, becoming more and more erratic and uneven with his timing and position, Anderson yelping louder and with less restraint each time. After only a small potion of the lashes, tears started streaming down Anderson's face. After his back was entirely welted and bleeding, Alucard walked over to the table and acquired a few candles that had pools of wax in them. Anderson was thankful for the few seconds of sweet relief, his face wet with tears and sweat, his entire body shaking uncontrollably from the pain. Until of course, the first splash of wax covered his back entirely. Anderson screamed once more, his voice fading into a faint whimper. Alucard stood back for a moment and laughed amusedly at his work-in-progress. He gave the dildo a few more tweaks, digging the internal knives deeper. Anderson whimpered loudly at this, perhaps having lost the ability to scream by now. Alucard moved back to the front and stared proudly at his artwork with tears streaming down its cheeks, cock and balls very red and weights clamped to its nipples. He dumped his other candle on the reddened nipples and listened joyously at the marvelous, cracked scream it issued. Alucard simply couldn't handle himself anymore. Alucard ran his sharp canines lightly against Anderson's chest, not drawing blood yet, but getting a reaction through all the pain. Anderson sucked in his breath, scared to death and not bothering to try to hide it. Alucard bit down just hard enough to draw blood, as Anderson whimpered in fear. The vampire watched the blood trickle down from the wound for a second, when he licked it up slowly, as if savoring the taste. Anderson shivered in fear of being the vampire's dinner. Worse, becoming a vampire or ghoul. Alucard licked at the wound gently, gathering any blood that spilt. Alucard starred at the wound that had stopped bleeding with a smile and returned to behind Anderson. Alucard dug his shard nails into Anderson's shoulder and ripped them downward, making eight huge gashes. Anderson made one last scream before his voice gave out. Alucard lapped the blood eagerly through the dried wax, trying to not let a drop fall. Anderson was ready to collapse from sheer pain. He didn't notice the vampire making a large snack of his blood, simply the pain that came with it. He suddenly heard Alucard whispered in his ear, “My, I went easy. Nevertheless, my sadism will be sated tomorrow with our little guest star tomorrow night. He won't be able to survive what I plan for him.” These last words barely stuck in Anderson's head as he fainted from exhaustion, pain, and the need to recollect his sanity.

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Ha! I did it! (Damn, that took a while. I had a roadblock for a bit.) And yes, I know, cliffhanger. It's going to get darker next chapter. Very, very sadistic little chapter there.

Anderson: Reall'eh, ye din' say? Ye practically killed meh! (Really, you don't say? You practically killed me!)

Me: Oh come on, so I took advantage of your regeneration. Big deal. The only two things not plausible in real life are that made-up dildo and the fact that beeswax isn't a wise type to use.

Anderson: Still… Wait widdya mean “real life”? (Still… Wait, what do you mean “real life”?)

Me: People actually do this kind of thing…

Anderson: …

Me: And I have Alucard-ish tendencies.

Anderson: *Runs far away*

Me: *Grin* R&R (Wow… four pages. Longest yet…)

ANNOUNCEMENT: Well, Minxy up there suggested that I commission someone to do artwork for this fic. Being very modest about my writing (Perhaps even more so than is good for me), I'm not too keen on asking someone. So here is what I'll do. If you like my story enough to want to draw a scene, e-mail me and we'll discuss it. -P. Alighieri