At that he scoffed. No one walked away from him. Ever. He grabbed her again. Constance struggled and fought, trying to get out of his grasp, but it was to no avail. The only thing she accomplished was to tear his wife beater. He was older and stronger than she. Where was he dragging her? She didn't like this, but the more she tried to get away, the harder he held onto her. Just outside of town there were woods, and he was headed that way. Terror ripped through her body. She wasn't going to die like this. No one touched her without her permission. Grant finally got sick of trying to hold onto her, so he pulled rope out of his pocket and tied her hands together. Throwing her over his shoulder, she could kick and struggle all she wanted.
Within minutes they were in the woods just outside of town. His hand brushed her cheek, traced the line of her jaw, and slid down to her thought. It landed right between her collar bones. He could feel her warm sexy pulse. The pulse caused by mortal blood in her veins. He was so turned on by this damn cock tease. It was time to execute his plan. He rushed in to kiss her lips, tender at first, but then the fangs came out in his excitement. He kissed her so hard he made the blood run. The cuts healed instantly and he licked up the stray blood. Constance normally loved this kind of treatment, that raw passionate hunger, the animalistic need for blood and sex. She made herself forget that he had kidnapped her. She kissed back, equally as hungry. The rope popped as she broke it. She allowed her fangs to come out and eyes to turn piercing yellow like a cat's.
His hand slid up to her tits and gently massaged them. She promptly removed them, but allowed them to massage her back, nails scratching her skin. He moved away from her mouth, kissing his way down to her neck. The room exploded as his teeth broke her skin, blood flowing like wine into his mouth. Constance closed her eyes and rocked, enjoying this feeling. Oh, god, he was taking too much. She had to stop him. Constance tried gently at first to pull him off, but he was latched on with all his strength. Now she panicked. She struggled and fought, but he had already taken too much. There wasn't enough strength left to resist.
Grant felt Constance go limp in his arms. Still conscience, but severely weakened. There was no one to help her. He carried her deeper into the woods. She was now going in and out of consciousness. Just the way he had imagined it. Two vampires out in nature, enjoying each other. Granted having her weakened was not part of his fantasy, but he would take it any way he could get it. He ripped her tank top in half taking it off. Those beautiful big tits almost swelling out of that bra. He leaned her against a tree, half laying down. Moans escaped her beautiful thought as her head slid to the side. Grant stripped his own shirt off, then kneeling down, gently removed her bra. One simple snap in the front and they were free. He took her right nipple in his mouth first. He licked and sucked, moaning the whole time. Constance could feel the vibrations, and she couldn't resist. It just felt too good. His hands played with her other breast, teasing, massaging, pinching the nipple, making it hard.
Her mind began to rage, "No, this is wrong, I don't want you to touch me. Your making me feel dirty, and not in a good way. I hate you. You will die for this. My body is my temple, and no one touches me without my permission!"
Unfortunately for him, he was not a mind reader. He switched over to lick her other breast and his hands moved to the other one. Her body quivered despite what her mind said. She was responding to this, and she didn't want to. She wanted to kill him. His lips finally left her breast and slowly made their way down, biting and licking. Her juices soaked her pussy. She was moaning and groaning, unable to stop. Her body and her brain stopped communicating. His tongue made one big lick across her clit. Fire shot right through her core. Her pussy lips began to swell. His tongue began to work, back and forth, round and round. Moans came louder and harder. Her body arched in pleasure. She was going to cum.
"Oh god," her brain screamed, "make it stop! I don't want to!"
"Nooooooo" she was able to finally get out. Her mouth was finally working. But this just made him go faster and harder with his tongue. "No, don't touch me, don't do this, I'm begging you!" A laugh deep in his thought gave her his answer. "Stop, stop or I'll kill you" she screamed. He didn't even pause, his tongue moved back up her stomach, landing on her nipples again. He teased it for a second, then bit into her breast and drained more blood to keep her weak. When he finished with that he leaned back, only to slap her across the face. There was so much force it felt like he broke her jaw.
"Don't you ever tell me no you little slut. I'll show you to do what I say when I say, got it bitch?" Constance couldn't respond. Grant hissed and backhanded her, snapping her head in the other direction. One swift movement and his pants were off, his hard cock gleaming in the moonlight. He grabbed her viciously and lifted her up, his cock sliding into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, god, no please, I'm begging you..." No use. He was holding her up, cock shoved all the way into her tight pussy. Her back was shoved against the tree, the bark cutting into her back with every stroke. It was cutting her so deep it was making her bleed, but all the dripping blood just turned her on more. The cuts weren't healing. Slamming her back into the bark kept making it worse and worse, grinding into her flesh. Now she was screaming, partly in reluctant pleasure, partly still begging him to leave her alone, she was in pain. His strokes just got faster and harder. His hands closed around her thought, squeezing so tight it would have killed a mortal. Choking and pulling her hair, yanking her head back, her orgasm built and built.
He pulled out before he came, taking a few seconds to regain control. His hands molested her body, but there was nothing gentle about it. "I want you to submit to me. Give me what I want" He growled in her ear. Tears streaked down her face. That bald, silken pussy was almost too much. Already more than he could have ever imagined. It was now swollen and bruised by his cock. But, now he wanted to fuck that ass. That tight, perfect ass. He managed to untangle her legs from around him and viciously flipped her over.
She screamed and kicked when his soaking cock was shoved into her ass. One hard thrust and it was in. Constance had never, ever, allowed anyone to even touch her ass, much less fuck it. It was, after all, an exit, not an entrance. Not that Grant cared. He was pounding her ass. White hot searing pain shot through her very core. It was beyond excruciating. Grant was so turned on watching that ass get fucked with his cock, never had sex felt so good. He kind of wished his friend Matthew were here to tag team this bitch with him. Give him a second to recoup before coming back to fuck her again. Shit, he was getting sidetracked. With a pissed off growl, he began to fuck her even harder. Pain was now racking her from head to toe. Her shoulder was getting slammed into the tree repeatedly. The horrible bark cutting into her, blood trickling down. God, there was so much force and anger in his strokes.
She knew tonight he may try to kill her. Now his fucking in her ass began to actually feel good. Constance was confused by this, but it didn't matter. Now she was moaning and screaming in pure pleasure. His hands reached around to her front and grabbed her tits, using them to help his thrusts. Then his nails ran down her stomach, cutting it open and causing her to bleeding more. Finally they both exploded, cum leaking down bot her legs and his. He shot into her ass, filling it up with his hot sticky cum. As his aftershocks died down he just dropped her. Constance's body made a soft thud when it hit the ground. He wasn't quite finished just yet. There was just a touch of cum left in him. He jerked it out and splattered it across her bloody wounded back. The salt in his cum burned.
Constance was crying. She felt so dirty and abused, but strangely excited at the same time. She lay there in fetal position for a long time. He just stared at her with those cold unfeeling eyes. He had his prize. He had gotten what he wanted. He would have paid any price to do this, and had no regrets for what he had just done. Now he was satisfied. He got dressed and left the dirty whore laying on the floor of the woods. Let her cry. She liked it. She'll come back when she's ready. Every woman does. He kicked some dirt at her, turned around, and left her laying there. Alone and terrified, and barely alive.
A crash startled Constance out of her sleep. Looking over, the cat had knocked over a vase, and it had shattered on impact with the floor. She was covered in sweat, so she threw off the blanket and sighed. It had just been a dream. However, she reached down to touch her snatch and it was soaking wet and swollen. Was it just a wet dream? Or had it been real? Constance shook her head. Either way, she needed a cigarette right now. Reaching for the pack, she spied a torn tank top laying on the floor....
