Lord Ruthven tried to focus only on her pleasure in the dungeon playroom. It wasn't hard. The girl's cobalt-blue eyes clung to him like the most desperate plea. Her nubile, naked young form writhed on the 11-inch shaft as it whirred in her pussy, an audible growl only rivaled by her lilting moans.
Sophia was wet again...so wet. A flowing river seemed to come from between her delicate pussy lips. He stroked her just above her core, then leaned over to prod at her clitoris with his tongue. The devastating results spoke for themselves. Soon she was swaying on top of the shaft, her hips moving faster...her groans gathering like a wave preparing to crash against a shoreline.
The slave girl rode a vibrator fastened to the center of a tall wooden 'Horse.' Her wrists were confined by a pair of bracelets connected to a chain. The chain was low enough so that she could easily engulf the entirety of the vibrator. To obey him, though, she had to do more; much more.
Sophia tried to focus on the pleasure sparking feverishly between her thighs. It was either that or recognize the fiery ache in her limbs as she lifted and impaled herself on the now slick and well-lubricated cock. She had already fucked two of the smaller vibrators as her Master had commanded. Now, despite the pleasure coiling through the girl's tortuously aroused sex, the dull protest of overtaxed arm muscles threatened to pull her back into reality. Worst of all, there were two cocks left to go, attached further along the Horse's length. Both were longer...and thicker.
"Please Master," she moaned, her sweat-slick nakedness flying up and down, pumping for all she was worth. Her mouth opened in that exquisite, wordless moan as her body betrayed her. The girl felt oblivion's embrace. Her juices streamed down the sides of the shaft as her inner muscles clenched so hard around it, milking the artificial cock for sperm that wouldn't come.
The lord vampire's hands caressed her sides as he gently licked her clit one last time, sending shivers through her overstimulated body.
"Mmm yes, Sophia. I have never scented a bouquet as enticing as the fruits of your arousal. You taste sublime," Ruthven sighed.
"That's all well and good, but perhaps the slave is ready for a...more vigorous and entertaining interlude." Both Lord Ruthven and Sophia stiffened at the cold, dry voice which intruded on their perfect moment.
Tanos stood in the background like a looming shadow. The ancient vampire was stronger than Lord Ruthven, and he had the authority that all younger vampires lacked. If he wanted to kill Sophia, he could - both she and her Master knew that much, and their mirrored terror reflected that knowledge in different ways.
Ruthven was all politeness, carefully masking the cold hardness that threatened to surface when he looked into Tanos's pitch-black eyes.
"I had hoped to finish her training on the Horse," Ruthven said, striving for a levity he didn't feel. On the far side of the dungeon playroom another hedonistic scene was playing itself out.
Ruthven's former lover, an irritating if strong-willed vampire mistress named Lucia, stood over a human slave girl who was riding the cock of a spread-eagled human man-slave.
"Fuck him harder, Slave Aubrey! Come on, you worthless slut!" Lucia smacked a flogger against the brunette's breasts and back as the girl's moans deepened. Slave Aubrey arched her spine and sank her pussy down once more on the pale cock, grinding her hips and pressing her cuffed hands against his well-defined abs. Yet meanwhile Lucia didn't seem to have her heart in the task; rather she seemed to do it so that she would look occupied - so that both male vampires would leave her alone, especially Tanos.
Lucia's dusky Latina body was sexy as hell, radiating an aura of authority, but Ruthven had known her long enough to tell that her discomfort right now went just as bone-deep. Lucia's eyes strayed just enough to steal a peek at Tanos. Unfortunately, that was all it took.
"Come here, beautiful Lucia. Join us. You may leave those two worthless fuck-toys to their own devices for a while. There will be more than enough time to drink from them later," Tanos said, dark promise dripping in his tone.
Lucia strode over to them with all the dignity she could muster. "Yes, Great Lord? What would you have me do?"
Before she could reply, however, Sophia found herself trying to take command of the situation.
"Per-perhaps I could play a game with you, Ancient One. If-if you would permit," Sophia trembled.
What possessed a human slave girl to speak so boldly, she wasn't sure. But Sophia did sense within Ruthven a murderous rage against the elder vampire. She did not want Ruthven fighting this more powerful vampire for her, though if you asked her, she would have been hard-pressed to articulate why.
Perhaps it was simply that Ruthven was the lesser of two evils. He was a brutal vampire who'd purchased her on the auction block, but he was also HER vampire. He seemed to care for her, in this odd and jealously protective way. This ancient vampire Tanos, though...his soul-deadened gaze sent chills shredding her veins and heart. She didn't want any part of him, and she certainly didn't want him killing her Master.
Tanos' brow went up in surprise. "A game. Now you have my attention, slave. Do tell."
"I...I suck your cock, Ancient One, and another sucks Master Ruthven's. The winner, whoever helps her Master to come first - gets a reward."
"And the loser?" Tanos prodded, his eyes glinting with interest. Sophia had sensed this in him; he was the type of creature who was most dangerous when boredom had a chance to set in. She had to keep him intrigued - occupied - entertained.
"Th-the loser," she began, faltering but reluctantly coming up with the only answer that would please him. "The loser gets punished." This was a gamble, and she hated to think that some other poor slave girl would have to be sacrificed, but this was the only play she had. Sophia steeled herself, holding her breath.
"Very well." Tanos banged on the door. "Bring in two more slaves," he shouted. Soon enough one of Tanos' shaved-headed vampire youngling servants brought in two gorgeous slaves. The vampire youngling's left hand gripped the neck of Slave Emma, a petite brunette with pale skin and crystal blue eyes, her breasts modest but perky with the buoyancy of youth. The youngling's right hand held the neck of Slave Tanya, a lusciously curved blonde who was a few years older and with large mouth-watering breasts topped by the most impressive nipples Sophia had ever seen.
"These two will do nicely."
"I...what about me, Sire?" Lucia used the formal term of 'sire' - it was very archaic, but also conveyed immense respect. The Latina gently knelt before Ruthven, her eyes boring up into his.
"May I pleasure him as part of the competition?" She addressed Tanos, but she seemed to have eyes only for Ruthven. Their past history as lovers was a thick, tangible cloud now hanging in the air, connecting them.
Tanos frowned. "What fun would that be? Punishing you would be most...limiting." Ruthven and Lucia exchanged a look. They knew very well what Tanos meant; as a female vampire Lucia had rights. Tanos could not punish her as brutally as he could a human slave girl.
Tanos motioned impatiently at his two latest slave girls. "You two can work jointly to pleasure Ruthven. See if you can get him to come. If my little blonde slut here" - and he pointed at Sophia - "if she makes me come FIRST, then you both will be punished." The new brunette and blonde slave girls looked at one another before quickly kneeling before Ruthven's prodigious cock. It swung like a giant, fleshy pendulum, hard and erect as he glanced at one girl and then the other.
"Well, Lucia. Get Slave Sophia's cute ass down here," Tanos snapped. Lucia obeyed, carefully lifting Sophia off of the Horse as the young slave groaned. Her legs felt like jelly, and her arms felt worse. What had she gotten herself into? It would be hard enough pleasuring this evil, ancient vampire at all, let alone outpacing two other women pleasuring Master Ruthven.
She quailed at the sight of Tanos' long, vein-encircled cock. It was paler than the moon, and it throbbed like the corrupted heart of a withered oak tree. Still, she had to admire its impressive girth. She licked her lips, shuddering as he presented his bulbous cock-head to her lips.
"Let the competition begin." At Tanos' words Sophia tenderly licked from the base of Tanos' cock to the tip, her fingers pressing against his lean hips. Then she quickly vacuumed up the tip of his cock and thrust her mouth down his man-meat with swift force, gurgling as she attempted to take him in balls-deep in one plunge. Her throat protested at the invasion, at this cock stabbing toward her esophagus.
She ignored it, desperation giving her what fuel she needed. The lithe 19-year-old pumped her mouth up and down, her teeth grazing his shaft just enough to add tantalizing stimulation. She was soon gripping his ass cheeks hard for leverage. It helped her pump her mouth faster, sliding her lush lips along his shaft as her tongue cradled its underside. Her slurps echoed through the playroom as her face bobbed frantically, up down, up down, saliva drooling down her bottom lip. Soon she had him dribbling precum; when she pulled her mouth off of him for a quick breath, strands of gooey promise drifted from her lips and chin.
