Jake felt a presence enter the room, unable to see who through the black cloth covering his eyes, and shortly after he heard shuffling of feet moving towards him and suddenly felt fangs sink deep into his neck. He cried out in pain, but all sound was stopped dead by the underwear shoved in his mouth and held tightly in place by a strip of duct tape. He struggled in agony against the rope holding him spread eagle on the bed, but all it did was cause his somehow erect cock to bounce a little, much to the amusement of the rooms other occupant. Jake had been there for so long he had lost all track of time. As the fangs slid out from his skin, he heard a contented sigh escape the vampire's lips before she stepped quickly out of the room and shut the door. As the quiet began to smother him again, he started to think of the events leading to this point....
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She seemed normal enough, sitting at the bar, drinking all the drinks the men bought her but she was not looking the slightest bit drunk. After much thought he decided to approach the red head woman, and as he did, she turned to face him, a smile playing across her lips. He smiled right back and sat confidently next to her. Jake's eyes ran her over. She was taller than most and the perfect weight for her size. She was not bone thin, nor was she overweight. Her small black dress- if it could even be called such, it was so short- flowed down her body like a black waterfall, ending just a few inches past her thigh. Her looks were almost addicting as his eyes kept looking to her full red lips, then to her seemingly glowing purple eyes, then pulled back to see her perfectly smooth- if a bit pale- face, and her red hair falling around it, every strand in place.
