Fourteen-year-old Zoey couldn't tear her eyes away from Nicolette. Three people had entered the barn – Nicolette, Felicity, and Stephen – but only Nicolette had Zoey's attention. Her heart beat with the uneasy certainty of a pending death; Zoey was temporarily immobilized, paralyzed with fear. Vampires aren't real, she tried rationalizing, but it didn't work. The woman – Nicolette – looked exactly like one! Long, jet-black hair, eyes so black the pupils were indistinguishable. And, Zoey had never before seen such a pale face – the woman looked undead! And her facial features – as perfect as indescribable. Just a face -- no moles, freckles, wrinkles, or any of the other imperfections that indicated mortality.
"You must be the animal caretaker, the groom." The gothic female spoke in a sweet, comforting voice that contrasted the physical appearance. She extended a long, slender hand with well-manicured fingernails. Other than the pasty color, there was nothing terrifying about her hands. On one finger, the largest diamond wedding ring Zoey had ever seen.
Trying to decide between the self-preservation instinct to back away and the good manners instructing her to swallow the fear and be polite, Zoey stammered breathlessly, "Y-Yes . . . I take care of the horses and the dog."
Just then, Zoey's father appeared, as though he had been miraculously and telepathically signaled that his daughter needed him, and he had driven to the rescue. Zoey and her father's modest home without an ocean view was a few miles away from this place, a classic Italian-style farmhouse with three private, oceanfront acres. With a resounding, "Hello everyone" and extended hand, Zoey's father greeted Stephen, Nicolette, and Felicity. Her father's confidence and seeming disregard for the fact that there was a vampire in the midst amazed and comforted Zoey. And, she gradually relaxed, although she still didn't trust Nicolette and kept a safe distance from her.
With her father firmly in control of the conversation, Zoey felt herself fading into the background. With the newfound anonymity, she looked curiously at Stephen and Felicity. Stephen – he was a fox! Tall, tanned, impeccably dressed, he reminded her of a favorite public school teacher, only older and much wealthier. She wanted the billionaire immediately and jealous hatred mixed with the fear she felt toward his wife. It was blatantly obvious that Stephen was older than his wife was, but the sight of them together wasn't perverted, as Zoey grudgingly acknowledged that Nicolette carried herself gracefully, with an air of savoir-faire well beyond her age. Nicolette's slender, curvy figure had a catlike appearance, all the plump skin of youth gone and replaced by a taut, sleek countenance. But, Zoey thought Nicolette was too pale and thin with disproportionately large breasts and wondered why desirable Stephen had married that girl, that vampire. As for Felicity, she barely registered in Zoey's mind, except for the thought that it was strange to bring an extra female along on a honeymoon.
Zoey's father was introducing the trio to the animals and chatting aimlessly about the area. This luxurious Florida estate was Stephen's wedding present to his gothic wife. Purchased sight unseen, it was the first time the newlyweds had stepped foot on the property. Of course, they wouldn't be familiar with the animals. Zoey felt a little guilty hiding behind her father, since she was the one responsible for the year-round care of the animals. But, between the freight and animosity she felt toward Nicolette and the sugar daddy attraction she felt for Stephen, Zoey was very intimidated.
After all the necessary information regarding the three animals had been passed down to Stephen, Zoey's father made up a hasty excuse about having a prior engagement, and the father and daughter departed. After she was sure they were out of ear reach of the trio, Zoey asked, "Daddy, is she a vampire?"
"No, honey. She's just from New York City."
After Zoey and her father left, Nicolette let out a deep breath of relief. She turned dark eyes to Felicity; the edges of her mouth turned upward in a vicious little sneer. "Now, my little pet, it is time for some rules."
Felicity blinked quickly, shuttering deeply. Wordlessly, without instruction, she lowered herself to a hands-and-knees position before Nicolette. There, she waited with wide eyes transfixed to a spot on the barn floor. Since Stephen had come into her relationship with Nicolette, Felicity's role had been demoted from submissive, abused girlfriend to well-groomed, sexual plaything. It surprised Felicity how easily she had adapted to her new role. And, while she missed the intimacy of a monogamous lesbian relationship with Nicolette, the triangular relationship offered her the controlled, cruel dominance that her submissively demented mind craved. She desperately longed to feel Stephen's thick, ten-inch dick down her throat again, spreading her mouth wide and gagging her throat. Nicolette had permitted it on that first evening but, since then, kept Felicity's contact with Stephen mostly limited to cum swallowing. Felicity wasn't physically attracted to Stephen, but she was sexually attracted to that well-hung instrument between his legs, and his thin veil of cruel indifference toward her was shockingly arousing. And, it was just a thin veil of cruel indifference, Felicity knew. Stephen had a thread of control over Nicolette and used it as the voice of reason whenever Nicolette's treatment toward her turned malevolent. It wasn't that Nicolette intentionally meant to hurt her, Felicity had always understood that; it was just that sometimes, in the heat of the moment, the teenager lacked the maturity to refrain from losing complete control. Before Stephen's presence in their relationship, Nicolette frequently whipped Felicity until the skin broke and blood would bubble up against the strap marks. And the sight of her blood enraged Nicolette, drawing Nicolette to the psychotic conclusion that she was bleeding intentionally! Oh, God . . . Thank God for Stephen! For Felicity, her new triangular relationship was as complex as it was comforting and lascivious.
"Such a good girl," Nicolette's sweet mockery drew Felicity out of her thoughts. "My rules for you aren't that difficult, since Stephen doesn't enjoy watching you suffer as much as I. You are to remain undressed and on all fours whenever we are here. You are to address me as Mistress Nicolette and my husband as Master Stephen. You are to be continuously available to either of us and unquestioningly comply to our every wish, no matter how insignificant or bizarre they may be."
"It will be as you command, Mistress Nicolette," Felicity managed through her breathlessness, her heart beating rapidly. Oh, how easily she found it to adjust to her new life of sexual torture, how sweet and delicious! She could feel heat and moisture gathering around her sex, and she leaned slightly to kiss her Mistress Nicolette's stetto-clad feet.
While Felicity's homosexuality might be considered abnormal is certain circles, she shared the same insecurities about bearing her body as most women Stephen knew. And, it was amusing for him to watch Felicity scurry about uncomfortably naked, ducking behind furniture and other large objects to keep hidden. To make the suffering even worse, creative dominatrix Nicolette put remote control vibrating balls in both of her orifices. It was funny for Stephen to watch the insignificant guttersnipe scamper from room to room, the visibility of her internal objects constantly changing. When Felicity caught Stephen amusing himself at her expense, she cast him a hateful glance before backing ass-first into a corner to hide her stuffed openings from his view. That was too much for the billionaire, and he roared with laughter, holding his sides. Felicity's face turned red and tears filled her eyes. To further humiliate her pet, Nicolette showed Stephen how to work the remote, detailing how to read Felicity's face and decrease stimulation whenever she drew too close to orgasm, preventing the release. Stephen and Nicolette spent hours, like teenagers with a new video game, playing with their human sex toy, completely disregarding that Felicity was, in fact, a human being. Felicity begged for permission to cum, pleaded and kissed their feet, but the masochistic duo never allowed it, and Felicity fell to sleep that night still suffering, with a parched, desperate ache inside of her.
Stephen woke up in the middle of the night to find something preventing him from fully stretching out his legs. "Jesus, Nicolette, does it have to sleep with us?"
Nicolette looked at the bottom of the bed to find Felicity. At her master's instruction, she was back in the dog costume, complete with the choke collar, brown ears, and tail. In her cunt were two dildos of ordinary size and girth, pressing together and vying for room in the stuffed den. Felicity had curled into a dog-like position and fallen asleep at the foot of their bed. Playfully, Nicolette admonished her husband. "Oh, stop! She's hardly taking up any space at all! Besides, she looks cute and you know it!"
"I can think of something cuter," Stephen huskily suggested before diving under the covers to have the sort of midnight snack you wouldn't find on any five-star menu. The resentful look Felicity had cast him earlier put Stephen in a competitive mood and he wanted to remind the insignificant tool who could make Nicolette squirt.
"No, my love," Nicolette whispered urgently. "Please, Stephen . . . put it in me."
"You don't want to cum this way?" This was a first for Nicolette, choosing penetration over cunnilingus.
"Get it in me," she begged, panting lustfully now. "Please, Stephen, get – it – in – me!" And, as soon as he entered her, she began bucking her hips wildly, slapping her flesh against his. "Harder . . . Oh, Stephen, my love, harder . . . Oh, Stephen, how I need it harder!"
Overcome with a beast-like lust of his own, Stephen growled low in his throat, picking Nicolette off the bed without removing his massive organ from her tight incubator. He held her by the hips, and she fell back until she was almost horizontal. Ebony hair fell down to the carpeted floor. She was so thin, barely a hundred pounds; he scarcely felt Nicolette's weight in his strong arms. And he began masturbating himself with her, his strong hands vigorously slamming his super-sized cock deeply in and out of her firm, young sex cavity. Nicolette's hair was wildly propelled in every direction by the manic sex.
