Welcome to part two of vampire take out which graphically explores the perverted cravings of a crazy old vampire and her... Plaything? Companion? Unwilling fuckpuppet? You get the picture. This is not an S & M 'how to' guide and I strongly advise against taking it as such. Contents include mind control, blood play, enslavement, non consent/dubious consent, rough anal with a group of promiscuous strangers, rimming, enforced cumguzzling and an admittedly brief mention of suicidal thoughts. There is a little aftercare but it's basically an afterthought. You have been warned....
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Abbie's mouth is still gaping open wide, as far as she can force it. Each shallow gasp pays off a little more of the oxygen debt, the dizziness passes. She feels the chill of Leo's slick cum sliding down her chin.
Her inhuman captor sinks lazily to the floor, skin still flushed with stolen life, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
"Go ahead and use your mouth however you like now, honey. Leo is all fucked out. Good job."
Abbie rubs her aching jaw and sniffs, trying not to cry. Is the bastard dead?
No, not dead. Abbie can hear quiet, little breaths from her exhausted attacker. He's no longer in a fit state to hurt anyone, but the puppet master is right there ogling her tits. The vampire. That terrible feeling she was about to be devoured took over, helpless she lost her mind then what? Was it hypoxia? What kind of sick twisted slut would get off on that treatment?
I'm filth. I'm nothing.
She glances at the vampire, then back at the floor. How had she mistaken this woman for anything but a predator with those eyes...
"What? What do you want to say?"
"May I go?" Abbie's voice catches in her bruised throat. "Please?"
"No. You may not."
The girl pulls her legs closed and draws up her knees. No-one will realize there's anything wrong for three days, minimum. Even then, when word gets around that her uncle kicked her out, her friends might just put her missed livestream down to that. All her camera kit is still at home. Well, not home any more, is it? His place. And if anyone did come looking, what the hell could they even do to help? She sniffs, rubs the muck off her face with the back of her hand. It's bruised and smeared with semen. Mascara's stinging her eyes.
The vampire is looking at her with that strange half smile just like before. It's not desire, is it pity?
"You
could
leave, right? But it's still raining, you have no dry clothes, no money, and no fucking clue. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
Running for the door would be the dumbest. The vampire is stronger, faster, and she can fucking hypnotise people. Meekly Abbie follows her into the washroom.
"Shower first."
The shower runs into a deep porcelain tub. Abbie jumps right in under the brisk stream before it has a chance to warm up. She scrubs the sweat and cum and sticky food from her skin hoping to feel better. She feels stupid. Ugly. Used up.
The vampire sits on the closed toilet seat and just watches everything. What the fuck is this? The way the bitch is staring at her like she could eat her up, like before...
"Rinse yourself off quickly and run me a bath."
"Yes ma'am." Just a useless prop in a sick game. Not good enough at all.
As soon as the water is flowing hot, Abbie pours bath foam under the stream. It's not cheap floral crap either, she muses absently. She dares to look up and the vampire beckons her over.
Was this it? Maybe she was playing with her food all along? Cold hands gather her wet hair onto one shoulder, deceptively gentle nails caress her back.
"Lie across my knee. Hold here, rest your head on your arms."
Abbie grips the towel rail and winces as a chill hand finds her nipples, teasing, squeezing. Her posture stiffens as the other hand strokes her sex, fingers and thumb slide into her.
Fucking perverts everywhere, this is nothing. No different to uncle Henry, or her damn highschool teachers. Why did she think a woman would be any different with such awful strength in her body, such awful lust?
"Why did your uncle kick you out? Huh?"
That was creepy. Crazy. "You should ask him."
With that pathetic quiver in her voice, Abbie disgusts herself. She thought she was done begging. Her uncle caught her masturbating on camera and forced her to get him off. Made her suck his cock with the lights off, that was all. No threats of violence, he never even slapped her face when she called him a dirty old pervert. But she did it for him anyway. She did it for almost a year.
"Had his way with you more than once, I take it?"
"All summer."
The vampire laughs. "Your uncle was a lucky guy."
"What do you care?"
"You're starting to intrigue me."
Did I tell her about uncle Henry before?
Damn wine has gone to her head. Her breathing quickens as the cold hands tighten their grip.
"I always marvel at the bare distance that separates the seat of pleasure from the seat of shame. Less than a finger's width."
"Is this just what you do to people?" Abbie whispers. "Because you're a vampire, right? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Dear God. No-one has time for a story like that."
The hold on her sensitive flesh shifts just a fraction. Abbie gasps as the vampire fingers her, relentlessly, perfectly in sync with her ragged little breaths, massaging such a sweet tender spot until the icy fingers become hot and soaked with arousal. The girl suppresses a whimper as the hand on her nipples moves to rest on the back of her neck.
"I'm playing my game, little lamb. It's just a few hours. Might get rough for your tastes but you can take it. Take me."
Her sex is hot and wet, her shame delicious. Abbie breathes in time with the sensation inside herself, clenched fists pressed between her forehead and the bar, tits swaying gently, missing the attention they deserve.
Fuck it. Can't run. Can't fight. Nothing to run back to anyway.
"The bath is getting full. Here." The captivating hand draws away gently, almost tenderly. "Kneel down. Show me your gorgeous tits."
"Promise to let me go? When you're done with me?"
"If I say no will you scratch out my eyes? Run naked into the storm?"
Okay. I can do this. I can give her what she wants. She didn't promise though. She didn't answer the question.
