Only His

Chapter 3
Warning: This has one of those kinky scenes I warned you about at the very start of this fic. This scene is very mild though. I warn you it will get a little more hardcore towards the end. However, it won’t hold a candle to BackDoor Sluts 9. Anybody who watches too much South Park will get that joke.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. Or South Park, come to think of it. And I have never made a porno called Backdoor Sluts 9. Not yet.
p.s. No profit. Curses.

To Nahau
Thankyou so much. I need all of the constructive critisism i can get. However, could you please be a little more detailed. How exactly is Alucard OOC? I need this information so i can rectify the situation, because i was under a similar opinion. Just keep in mind that I have not read the manga, and i am basing his character upon the Anime's version of him.
Could you please leave some examples of the problem, and some suggestions on how to fix this in your next review?
Thankyou.

“Come on Kitty-Kitty Kitty” Seras coaxed the thing under her bed hopefully. She got no reply. She wasn’t really expecting one. It was a cat after all. An irritated cat, at that. It seemed to like under the (kind of) bed though. In fact, He liked it so much that it looked as if he was going to stay there for eternity.

Unfortunately this was inconvenient for Seras, so for this reason she was lying on the ground with her head poking under the bed, attempting to convince a feral beast to come out and perhaps eat something? If it didn’t want to eat something, that’s alright it can come and sit down for a bit, just anywhere other than beneath the coffin because she can already smell something bad coming from under there, but she wasn’t sure whether it was the cat, or a little present the cat had given her as a thankyou for feeding it last night.

“Please come out?” Seras waved the food can hopefully. This didn’t seem to interest the cat in the slightest.
“Miss Victoria, what are you doing?” The voice behind her was cold enough to chip ice from, and suddenly the once cold floor seemed more like a blazing inferno. She gulped audibly and wriggled up off the floor to face the monocled ice block. He was obviously still annoyed about the feather incident.

“I would ask if you were looking for dust bunnies, but I know very well there are none, as I cleaned under there myself only recently,” He said coolly. “So I will ask you, what is under there that seems to require you to lie upon the floor?”

“Oh nothing” She blushed furiously.

He gave her a look that made her want to sink into the floor. He could surely hold a grudge. “Sir Hellsing wants to see you in her office, now” And without another word, he turned and left. She sighed miserably, and felt trepidation grasp her. This is ridiculous: she was a vampire! She should fear nothing! But Sir Hellsing was like…scary. She made a sulky Walter seem like a walk in the park, and that was on a good day. She donned her uniform and slunk down the corridor to meet her doom.

***

Seras stood in front of the huge imposing mahogany desk, quivering like a school child. The beauty regarded her behind wire frame glasses slightly too big for her face. It could have given her face a cuter, more childlike quality, but the woman behind the glasses regarded her prey with eyes like bright blue glaciers, and there was nothing childish about that regally blueblood perfect face. Nor would what the woman was saying make her seem ‘cute’.

“This is completely unacceptable, Victoria!” She snarled, her glacier eyes blazing. Seras almost cowered from the pure force in that one sentence.

“I am sorry, Sir.”

“Sorry is not good enough, Seras Victoria. Your behaviour has been absolutely reprehensible lately. I will not suffer for it any longer!”

Another apology.

“Apologising will not fix anything, and it certainly will not change what happened last night. If Alucard had not have spotted you, who knows what could have happened!”
Her Master told Integra where she was? The betrayal she felt was a shock. She should have known that it was her Master that informed her. It was expected, but still it was unexpected.

“I can not allow myself to be so lenient with you any more. You have already endangered my organisation far too many times. If I find you have done something like this again, I will have you destroyed, Alucard’s toy or not!” The rage in those words sent Seras to shaking, before the meaning behind them hit her.

“Destroyed?” Her mouth was dry.

“As I should have done when Alucard first created you. One Vampire is bad enough. But two?” She paused and levelled her hard gaze at Seras. “I am not jesting, Victoria. One toe out of line and I will riddle you with silver. Dismissed.”

Seras saluted and scurried out of Integra’s imposing office as if hounds were at her heels.

*****

Here she was again. In her room, foetal position upon the cold, rough hewn stone that was the floor. She valiantly fought the tears, but to no avail. They trickled down her face, heedless of her wish to make them stop.
That woman hated her, and she could not figure out why. Was it because she was a creature of the night? That didn’t make sense, for she didn’t begrudge her Master’s company. Seras curled into a tighter ball. She was filled with anguish and fear.
She knew that Integra would be looking for an excuse to have her destroyed. It didn’t matter what she did right, Integra would focus on what she did wrong. Ever since Seras came and joined the Hellsing organisation, her life has been one trial after another. Nothing was right, nothing felt right.
And how dare she call her Alucard’s toy!
She was in servitude to Him, yes. But she was not His toy! She was not a doll, to be played with at her Master’s amusement. She was not. But her traitorous mind whispered, What about that kiss? It certainly wasn’t because He cared for you.

The thought sent her into a fresh bout of tears. Savagely she pushed the thought aside. It doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter because she wouldn’t ever let Him do it again. No matter how much you want it to, she thought nastily.

“Mistress Victoria?”

In her misery, Walter had snuck up on her. She jumped up from the ground and stood with her back to the butler, wiping her eyes furiously.

“Yes, Walter” She managed, getting her voice under control.

“Are you alright? You seem upset.” Thankyou Walter, for voicing what seems to be the complete obvious.

“Oh no, I’m fine Walter, don’t need to worry about me. I was just hot and the ground was nice and cool so I thought I’d lie down on it for a little while. It’s nothing for you to concern yourself about, just me being silly! It’s a bit stuffy in here, don’t you think? I think I might go for a walk! ” Seras said this all very fast.

Walter blinked. He looked a little confused. She knew he hadn’t been fooled. She just wanted him to hurry and leave, so she could cry some more. She couldn’t hold them in much longer. “I have come to repl-”

Seras collapsed on him, sobbing. So much for self control.

“Why, Seras, whatever is wrong?” He seemed genuinely concerned. His arms went around her to pat her awkwardly, yet comfortingly on the back. The transformation from human icicle to normal human being tore at her.
In-between wrenching sobs, she told him. About how miserable she was at Hellsing, about how Integra hated her, how her Master thought she was disgusting, about how the closest thing to a friend here was a cat, because she didn’t fit in with the troops because they were either scared of her or just interested in her breasts and the cat didn’t even like her very much and now she was going to be killed because she was incompetent.

Even in her vulnerable state, Seras avoided telling Walter about the kiss.

He said little, merely holding her and letting her speak. When she finally calmed, he held out a tissue from his pocket. She gratefully wiped her eyes, avoiding his monocled gaze.

“Do you feel a little better?” He asked, gently. She nodded, cheeks reddening.
“I’m sorry, how very silly of me” She whispered hoarsely, her throat raw. He actually smiled at her a little. “There is no need to apologise, Seras.” She couldn’t help it, she smiled a little too.

“Now about this cat. You do realise that it is against regulation to keep pets in this facility, don’t you?”

The vampire opened her mouth to plead with him, but before a word could fall past her soft lips, Walter held up his hand to halt them.
“However,” He continued, “I think that what Sir Hellsing does not know will not cause her any permanent damage. Not in this case anyway.”
Seras was ecstatic. “You mean I can keep him!” She exclaimed in delight.
“Just try not to let Integra find out.” He warned, “She will have both of our hides.”

Seras was so happy she was jumping up and down on the spot. She ran around for a little bit, looking for the mangy ball of fluff. Her pet cat! He was under the bed where she left him.
This disappointed her a little, but Seras bounced back, as she does, and asked Walter if he happened to have any cat food lying around.
He didn’t, but he said that they were serving fish tonight, and he didn’t think anybody would really notice if a little went missing to feed her new friend, and oh, by the way what was his name, because a cat can’t very well go throughout his life without a name. This was true, so Seras paused. What could she call him? She was stumped, until a familiar face flashed across her thoughts. A blonde boy of her age, who she used to play with when she was younger (before cooties mattered). He was her first friend.

Perfect. “Philip” She said quietly, smiling.

Walter straightened up and scurried out on his quest for fish for Philip the cat. Seras plopped happily on the bed. Idly she wondered whether she should change out of her uniform and into her bed clothes. Her smile widened and she giggled a little when she felt a gentle paw tap experimentally on the fingers of the hand that was hanging off the side of the bed.

How cute.

A sudden appearance of a face from the ceiling above her made her yelp in surprise.

“Boo.” It grinned.

“I told you I would be checking on you, Police Girl,” He said smoothly, extracting Himself from the ceiling and settling comfortably upon the chair that graced the space next to her bed. She wriggled away from Him and sat up warily.

“Hello, Master.” She said, tartly. Usually she would be happy to see Him, and overjoyed that He actually came to see her. But not this time. Not when He betrayed her.

He frowned slightly, studying her over the top of His round-rimmed glasses.
She dared to meet His stare, and saw something stir behind the blood-red of His eyes. Irritation, but also amusement, and perhaps even slight approval at her audacity.
“How impertinent,” He murmured. She was saved having to reply by a knock on her door.
“Enter” Her Master said flatly, not tearing His eyes from hers.

A very uncertain Walter slipped through the doorway and into the small cell like quarters. He had on his person a small bowl of mushed up fish and a hesitant look on his face.

Seras jumped up and all but snatched the bowl from his fingers. She could feel her Master’s eyes on her back. “Oh, thankyou so much Walter!” She exclaimed, “I haven’t had fish in so long, you know. Oh this looks yummy!” Seras loathed fish, she even loathed it when she was human, but she didn’t count on her Master to know that. Thankfully, Walter seemed to catch on to her ruse.

“Of course, Seras Victoria. Any time you wish” He turned and went to leave.
“How kind of you, Walter; bringing Police Girl some fish to eat.” Her Master said smoothly. It was obvious that He was not fooled. The blonde swallowed apprehensively. Oh dear.

Walter however, smirked. “Why, any time Alucard. Perhaps I could make you up a dish also?”
Alucard’s expression of distaste was almost comical. Almost. Walter walked out the heavy oaken door, his face one of barely suppressed amusement, and shut it smartly.

His distraction gone, Alucard turned back to His fledgling. “I should make you eat it, just to punish you,” He said flatly. Seras turned a slight shade of green.
“However, I am more interested as to why you feel the need to smuggle food into your room, when your intention is obviously not to eat it.”

Several possible excuses ran through Seras’ mind, none of them really suitable.

“The truth, Police Girl” He said quietly.
The ‘truth’ mewled hopefully and poked its head out from under the bed. Seras blushed.
Alucard raised an eyebrow. “I see you brought your friend home,” He observed.
“Well I couldn’t just leave him there.” She said defensively.
“And why not? You baffle me, Police Girl.”

She placed the fish down near the bed. Philip looked even more hopeful and began to creep towards it. She feigned concentration so she could avoid Alucard’s intense stare.
“He was cold, and hungry. I felt sorry for him.” She said quietly.

She expected Him to be angry with her, or at least be disgusted, so when she heard Him chuckle she couldn’t help it; she looked at Him in surprise.
He offered no explanation, He merely looked at her, His eyes burning with amusement. Suddenly, He frowned.

“Do you have a mission tonight, Police Girl?” He said abruptly.
“Pardon Sir? No, I don’t.” She was puzzled.
“Then why are you still in your uniform?”
She looked down at herself, remembering that she hadn’t changed since her chewing out by Integra.

“This is displeasing.” Her Master said flatly “Change. Now.”

Seras hastily stood, nearly upsetting the bowl full of fish that Philip was currently scarfing. He yowled his displeasure and darted back under the coffin.
Wondering why her Master suddenly disliked her uniform, the voluptuous vampire obediently made her way to the clothes chest and pulled out her pink nightie and headed to the bathroom.

“No.” His voice was commanding. Seras stopped and looked at Him in confusion.
“Here.”
“Pardon me?” She yelped.
He smirked at her. “You heard me perfectly well, Police Girl.”
Seras spluttered. “But…”
“What’s wrong?” He mocked. “Are you still clinging to your notions of modesty? I find that surprising.” He looked at her uniform pointedly. She gasped.

This was humiliating, and He knew it. Yet He was going to make her do it. She knew He would.
“Could You please turn around?” She asked hopefully, knowing full and well His answer.
“No.”
The answer was expected, unsurprising, but it still sparked anger in her breast.
“Fine,” she spat “I will.”

And she did. Her back faced Him as she unbuttoned her uniform top. She could feel His gaze boring holes into her back, but she refused to acknowledge Him. She slipped her jacket off of her smooth shoulders, and then pulled off her gloves. Her shoes and socks followed, sliding them down her long shapely legs, and she threw them all into an unceremonious pile upon the floor. The cat, which by now had finished the fish (and licked the bowl several times), sniffed the pile of shed clothing interestedly.
She grabbed the nightie to pull it over her head, but His voice stopped her.
“The rest, Police Girl.”

She grit her teeth in anger and mortification. Resentfully, the young vamp took off her singlet, and slowly slipped her hand behind her back to unclip her bra. This was degrading, she thought. This was totally unfair…this was arousing. She tried to deny it, but her Master watching her undress, indeed her Master forcing her to undress in front of Him was almost as arousing as it was embarrassing.

She unclipped the plain bra that cupped her ample breasts. That too, went in the pile.
She halted. She didn’t want to do this. She couldn’t do this. She had to do this.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” His voice had a bite of impatience to it.

She unzipped her short skirt and quickly slipped it down her thighs, her calves, her ankles and stepped out of it. She stood with her back to Him, with nothing but a tiny pair of white panties that revealed as much as they concealed. She couldn’t see His face, but she knew that He was taking full advantage of her near nakedness, hell; she could almost sense His eyes raking her form. Anger and shame reddened her cheeks and she hurriedly pulled her nightie on to cover herself.

She heard Him chuckle. “So shy, Police Girl. Turn around.”
Reluctantly, she turned to face Him.
“Delightful,” He breathed. The simple word sent shivers up her spine. Disgust warred with pleasure inside of her.
“Master.” She whispered. She didn’t know whether it was a plea or a curse.
“Come closer, Police Girl.”
Helplessly, she obeyed. She approached Him warily. Quick as lightening, His gloved hand snapped out to grasp the front of her girlish nightgown.
The tug caused her to nearly lose her balance; she stumbled forward, coming almost nose to nose with Him.
“You haven’t drunk your blood, have you?” He hissed. She gasped. She was not expecting this. His sudden change in manner frightened her. He pulled her closer.
“Answer me, Police Girl!”
She shook her head violently. “No. No Master, I haven’t.”
He studied her coolly, before releasing her scant clothing. She staggered back, watching Him fearfully.

“You disobeyed a direct order Police Girl. From your Master. From your owner. What sort of behaviour is that?”
He sounded so like Sir Integra just then. She didn’t know whether to giggle or scream. She bowed her head and directed her apology to the floor.
“I don’t care for apologies, Police Girl. You disobeyed me, and you will suffer the consequences.”

Seras’ head jerked up, she looked at Him in apprehension. “Consequences?”
“I gave you ample warning, Police Girl. I told you to do as you were told, but still you had the audacity to disobey your own Master. Now, punishment is in order.”

He beckoned her to stand beside Him. She wanted to run, but she knew that she couldn’t. She stood beside Him timidly, willing her legs to stop shaking. They didn’t listen to her. Alucard seemed to be waiting for something. She didn’t know what. Hoping her voice didn’t decide to shake as much as her legs, Seras whispered, “I know I disobeyed You, Master, and I apologise. I accept whatever punishment You decide is proper.” Alucard studied her quietly for a while, and murmured a “Good Girl,” before He grabbed His fledgling’s red-blonde hair and yanked her over His knee.

She yelped in shock as much as pain. She was seated in such a position that her face was merely inches from the ground, and her firm round buttocks were presented in mid-air. She paled as she realised what He was going to do. Alucard matter-of-factly flipped her nightgown up over her butt, and hooking His fingers into the elastic of her panties, tore them off. The ripping sound almost echoed in the room.
Seras flinched. He rubbed His cool hand over her left cheek almost comfortingly, and then gently slipped His hand between her thighs, rubbing His fingers over her cleft. She gasped, and He chuckled. Abruptly He removed His hand from between her legs.

“I don’t wish for you to enjoy this, Police Girl. It is a punishment” He said briefly, before His left hand connected soundly with her buttocks with a resounding slap.
It hurt, it bloody hurt, but she wouldn’t give Him the satisfaction of hearing her yelp. The hand rose and fell again, hitting her other cheek. It stung even more than the first one.

“Count!” He snarled from somewhere above her.

Slap.
“Three”

Slap.
“Four.”

Slap.
“Five.”

Slap.
“Six”

Slap.
“Seven.” She whimpered. It hurt so much, it hurt so damn much.

Slap.
“Eight.” She could feel tears welling up behind her eyes, but she refused to let them flow.

Slap.
“Nine.” She couldn’t take much more.

Slap.
“Ten.” If He kept at it, she would cry, pride or no. Her ass was stinging and felt as if it was on fire.
His hand came down again, and she flinched, but instead of spanking her, it smoothed gently over the welts left, soothing the sting away.

“Do you understand why I punished you, Police Girl?” He asked, almost gently.
She nodded. She could not trust herself to speak. Not yet. Thankfully He seemed to sense that, because He did not press her. Instead, He gently caressed her swollen buttocks, carefully kneading the pain away, until it was little more than a dull throb. After these careful ministrations, He rearranged her nightdress back down over her butt cheeks, and He lifted her up from His lap. She couldn’t look at Him. Instead, she looked at the floor some more. She was becoming very familiar with the stone.

Quietly, He said to her. “Learn from your mistake, Police Girl. What you just received then will not hold a candle to what I will do to you if you insist on disobeying me.”
Seras swallowed. She believed that wholeheartedly.

He studied her for a while longer, and then said thoughtfully, “That garment does not flatter your figure. I don’t want you to wear it any more. Tomorrow night I wish to see you unclothed for bed.”

The pride she thought had deserted her throughout her spanking raised its hackles, but she knew better than to argue.
“Yes Master.” She agreed, not without resentment.

And then, He was gone. Without even a goodbye. Seras collapsed gratefully on the soft bed.
Humiliation, murderous rage, misery and complete exhaustion assailed her. She thought she was going to pass out. This could not have just happened.
This was some unreal dream. Dimly, she wondered what could get any worse than what had just happened. Her mind shuddered away from other possibilities. Tiredly, she dragged off her ‘unbecoming’ pink nightgown, careful of her raw behind, and hoped to God that when she woke up, this would all go away.
She didn’t bother pulling the covers over her.