“You have a woody,” she whispered into his ear.
Buck held him by the hair and shoved his dick in and out of Aubrey’s mouth. He felt the cowboy’s organ swelling and knew he was going to shoot off soon.
“Fuck me, Aubrey,” Bella whispered.
“Yeah, you have a go at her, boy,” Buck said, as he pulled his penis out of Aubrey’s mouth and shoved him on top of Bella.
His organ just seemed to slide into her. He didn’t have time to think about his mother because Buck quickly moved behind him, opened the cheeks of his ass, and thrust that huge cock into his asshole. Now Aubrey was the meat in the sandwich and he discovered he liked it a lot.
Bella was soft and yielding under him. Her breasts pressing against his chest felt incredible. He kissed her willingly for the first time; being the aggressor, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the erotic sensations their twining tongues sent straight to his cock.
Buck’s huge dick filled him, the lips of his anus stretched to the limit. The cowboy slowly pushed the big organ into him until Aubrey felt Buck’s balls laying against his own.
“It’s my turn to get some,” Buck grunted. He slowly pulled his dick out to the very mouth of Aubrey’s asshole, then pushed it back in. Each stroke stretched the tender mouth giving Aubrey a rush of unbearable pleasure.
Bella’s eyes were closed under him. Aubrey pounded into her, so stimulated and excited he could barely stand it. She reached around him, pulled the cheeks of his ass open and ran her hands over both sets of testicles. Buck yelled and shoved himself into Aubrey hard. The cowboy’s cock bucked and pulsed deep inside Aubrey. At the same time, he felt Bella’s sex grasp him in tiny convulsions. They had both reached their climax.
Aubrey took one more stroke into Bella’s tight passage and let loose with another load, his second in less than an hour.
The three of them lay there for a few minutes enjoying the rush. Aubrey couldn’t believe he’d had a woman. He’d done it. He’d become a man.
Buck groaned and clambered to his feet. “Well that was fun. What do we do for an encore?”
Bella pushed Aubrey off, and used his body to haul herself upright. She slung her hair over her shoulder. “I usually sing a few bars of Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay.”
Blood Lust
“Kneel slaves.” Petal pointed one finger at the woman dressed only in a slip, camisole and corset, and a pretty young man wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt. They did as ordered, dropping to their knees on the cold white tiles. The door opened and he came in.
Petal glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He terrified her. He owned the vampire bondage club called Blood Lust and was the oldest vampire in the place. His name was Etienne Leferre and he was ancient, even by vampire standards.
“These are the two new slaves, my lord,” Petal whispered. “What is your pleasure?”
He was over six feet tall, slender with white skin. His huge organ hung in a black silk bag suspended from a silk cord around his waist. Other than the bag, which displayed rather than covered his penis, he was naked. Tassels at the bottom of the bag swayed with every move he made.
“Are they volunteers?”
Petal lifted each new slave’s chin. “Look at your master and tell him if you are here voluntarily or not.”
“I came on my own free will,” the redhead said and then giggled nervously.
“I want to be here,” the blond man said, his green eyes huge in his handsome face.
Etienne pointed at the blond. “You are now Sunny.” He pointed at the redhead. “You will be called Daisy.”
He took Petal’s arm and led her toward the door to the club. “Bathe them and bring them to the common room. Remember to ask them one more time if they wish to be here. Once they pass through the green door, there is no return.”
His eyes bored into her. They were an icy blue, his hair black. His features were aquiline and his mouth generous but pulled into a thin line. She shivered and gooseflesh raced up and down her arms. He had never chosen her and she was glad.
“Have I ever had you?”
Oh god, he must have read her mind. “No, master.” Her voice quivered and broke while moisture welled in that secret place between her legs. There was something terribly wrong with Petal. Pain and fear made her hot. She wished she could grab her sex and squeeze.
He laughed. “Maybe I will choose you this night.”
She dropped her gaze and whispered. “Yes, master.”
When he was gone, she turned to the two new slaves and snapped her fingers. “If you wish to be slaves you must learn to be obedient. When I snap my fingers instantly respond. I am but a slave. If you lag behind with a real master, you will be punished. Learn obedience now and save yourself a lot of pain later.”
She took them to the bathing room, a room specially designed to bathe slaves in the manner designated by the masters. “Remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and lay it on the chair.”
Both leaped to obey and Petal smiled. “Daisy, you first.”
She pointed to a strangely shaped tub. It was too small for sitting and had two ridges running the length of the bottom. “Kneel and spread your legs so your knees are on the outside of those two ridges.”
When the woman did as she was told her legs were spread and her sex open and easily available. Petal soaped up a soft cloth and ran it over Daisy’s pointed breasts. The feel of the hard nipples under the cloth aroused her. Petal was easily excited. The hood had been removed from her clitoris and the sensitive bud was always exposed. The slightest touch of her clothing could give her an orgasm. Because of this, she was forced to wear a small plastic cup over it tied around her hips with a silk cord. She’d discovered if she moved a certain way, the cup hit her clit just right and she could stimulate herself anyway.
She ran the cloth between Daisy’s legs, opened the thick labia and stared at the hooded bud. Daisy had a large fleshy clit covered by a thick hood. She pushed it back revealing the slick, red button and Daisy moaned. Petal picked up a small paddle and slapped Daisy’s ass hard. The woman jumped and Petal shook her finger. “You are here to give pleasure not receive it. Any pleasure you may feel should be hidden, or they will punish you. Learn to keep what you’re feeling to yourself…unless you’re told to show them.”
Petal finished washing Daisy. She took a prepared enema bag off a hook and hung it over the tub. “Bend and spread the cheeks of your ass.”
When she did, Petal introduced an enormous nozzle into her anus. She had to push hard to get it all the way in. The woman squirmed and Petal popped her on the ass again with the paddle. Daisy gasped when Petal moved the nozzle in and out mimicking a penis. “They like fucking you in the back door so you better get used to it.” Then she released the liquid and helped Daisy to the bathroom.
Next, it was Sunny’s turn. Petal enjoyed soaping him up, lifting his tight ball sack and stroking his thick penis. Her work soon produced a chubby hard-on and a blush on Sunny’s fair skin. Petal laughed as she stroked the slippery length. “Better learn to control yourself. The masters might wish to be fucked or they might want to fuck you. There are sixteen women masters and they are all very demanding. If you can’t comply with their wishes, the punishment is very hard.” She laughed at her own joke.
When every hair had been removed from their bodies, Petal applied a special cream to Daisy’s labia and clitoris. The cream provoked an extreme reaction drawing blood to the surface. In seconds Daisy’s vulva was bright red and pulsing. Petal rubbed it into her nipples as well and on the tip of Sunny’s dick. He was soon rigidly erect.
“Do we get clothes?” Daisy said in a breathless voice.
Petal laughed. “Sort of.”
She handed Daisy a bustier that did not cover her swollen nipples but clinched her waist in tightly, and a pair of thigh-high black stockings. She handed Sunny a red silk bag. “This is your costume.”
Dressed in clothes that displayed but did not cover their attributes,
Petal led them down a long flight of stairs. A hallway at the bottom of the steps led to a green door. She stopped them outside the door. “Once you step through this door, there is no turning back. Tell me now if you wish to go on. I can take you upstairs and you can still leave.”
Daisy’s dark eyes glinted. Petal recognized the look. She was hot. She’d heard about the club and wanted to experience true vampire love. Sunny’s eyes held fear. But his dick was hard. And men often made bad choices when aroused. It was a historical truth.
“I’m ready,” he said.
“I want it,” Daisy said.
“They will feed on your blood during the act of sex.” Petal lifted her thick brown hair and displayed her neck. Two recent holes stood out against her skin. She pulled her thigh back and showed them two more holes. “They often feed from your inner thighs and even your breasts. Do you still wish to enter?”
Daisy’s eyes grew even more excited. Her nipples were swollen and erect. Petal pinched one hard. “Remember to control yourself.” She turned to Sunny. “Both of you.”
“What’s going to happen to us on the other side of the door?” Sunny asked.
Petal closed her eyes and visualized the common room. “There are vampires and slaves on the other side of the door. You will serve the needs of your masters in whatever way is required. There will be pleasure for you and pain…according to your actions and depending on their desires.”
Petal threw open the door and they entered.
* * * *
Daisy’s heart raced as she stepped through the door. The room inside was bathed in a red glow. It was like nothing she had ever imagined. Large flat-screen TV’s mounted high on the walls all displayed the sun rising over the Bosporus. The early-morning light glinted off the windows of mansions on the west bank.
When they entered, all heads turned to stare. Daisy looked back. The green door was closed. The room was filled with couches and divans. Goblets of red liquid rested on long tables. On a stage across the room, a woman was restrained in a strange contraption which displayed her buttocks and pinned her hands and neck. The sounds of a paddle smacking her fleshy rear were audible over the low murmur of voices.
Two women approached. It was the first time Daisy had ever seen a female vampire. Both women were casually naked, their bodies perfect, their skin like alabaster. “New meat,” one said. She lifted Daisy’s chin and her fangs slid into view. “I get her first.”
Her companion nodded. “I will take him.” She pointed at Sunny.
Petal slid into the crowd and Daisy was alone. “What is your name, little flower?”
“Daisy,” she whispered.
“Come Daisy. My name is Drusilla. Do not be afraid, little flower.”
She led Daisy toward an empty couch. They had to walk around a vampire feeding off a woman while he was mounted on her. Each powerful thrust jerked her body as he held her pinned beneath him. Her eyes were closed and she lay still as death. Daisy remembered what Petal had told her; show no pleasure or you will be punished.
The slapping of the paddle on the woman’s ass grew louder as they passed close to the stage. The vampire doing the paddling stopped suddenly and bit the woman’s red ass cheek. She screamed as he sucked her blood for a moment, then stood up and spanked her again. His cock strained the silky fabric of his penis bag. When Daisy saw the raging cock, her face flamed with heat. She was close to a climax and no one had touched her.
Drusilla pushed her onto a couch of red velvet. “Spread your legs, little flower.”
Daisy looked into Drusilla’s eyes and stifled a moan. When she opened her legs, Drusilla dropped her head and thrust an impossibly long, thick tongue into her sex. When the vampire latched onto her clit and sucked, Daisy arched her back and screamed. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn’t help it.
Drusilla looked up, her fangs appeared and she bit Daisy’s labia. The pain was shocking…and exciting. Daisy panted and moaned, completely lost in the sensation. Drusilla sucked her blood while she thrust a long finger into her anus. Daisy bucked and writhed, moaning out of control.
Drusilla lifted her head, blood dripping from her fangs. She pulled Daisy off the couch and shoved her head against her hairless crotch. “Pleasure me, slave.”
Daisy looked up at the beautiful aquiline features of her mistress and then buried her mouth in Drusilla’s sex. She sucked and laved the turgid flesh, sticking her finger into the tight passage. Drusilla slapped her hard. Her ears rang. “The clit, rub the clit,” Drusilla gasped in a harsh voice.
She did as ordered; Drusilla stiffened and her legs quivered with her orgasm. When she reached completion, she pushed Daisy away. “You will now receive your punishment. Slaves do not show their pleasure. You are here to give pleasure, not get it.”
She grabbed Daisy in an iron grip and pulled her to the stage. “I have one for the paddler, Ivan.”
The male vampire grinned and Daisy shuddered. Fear of the punishment was overpowered by desire. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Ivan’s organ.
Ivan shoved her head down and trapped it with a wooden yoke. She knelt with her buttocks up and vulnerable. Her hands were tied in front of her and a bar placed between her knees to keep her thighs spread. Ivan stepped back. “You have a lovely ass, my dear. I will enjoy spanking it.”
He rubbed the smooth globes, running his hands between the cheeks and between her legs. His fingers pinched her labia and penetrated her anus. The feeling of helplessness coupled with the violation made her weak with desire. She prayed he would spear her with his huge organ and give her release.
She squealed with pain when the paddle hit her. It was a large flat paddle made of wood that made a loud smacking sound every time it struck her flesh. The burning pain soon encompassed her. Her buttocks felt huge and red. After ten swats, Ivan stopped. He thrust a creamy ointment into her anus and then shoved his dick into it. Daisy gasped. She’d never been taken this way. It hurt.
“Relax!” Ivan ordered and slapped her red ass.
She moaned. “I can’t.”
Ivan pulled his organ out and shoved it into her sex. Daisy immediately melted with desire. Her legs trembled and threatened to collapse as Ivan’s huge organ spread her opening to the max. He bent over her and sank his fangs into the back of her neck. Daisy’s orgasm rushed through her. It was so intense she buried her face in the cushions and screamed.
Ivan’s strokes were powerful, rocking her body as he lifted his mouth from her neck, roared and gripped the cheeks of her ass in a tight grip. His crotch rubbed her sore ass, causing even more heat. Tears filled Daisy’s eyes as she endured the pain. When she glanced at the room, she saw slaves and vampires in every position imaginable. The sight filled her with new excitement.
Ivan finished and pulled his still-erect cock out of her. He released her from the spanking stocks and pulled her to her feet. “You are too tight. Your anal passage must be opened for our pleasure.”
He dragged her through an exit into a long dark hallway. Open doors revealed more slaves serving their masters. He pushed her into a room with a table in the middle. At his behest, she climbed onto the table and presented her buttocks to him.
He removed a series of phalluses from a drawer, finally choosing one. He inserted more ointment into her anus and then slowly worked the cold, metal phallus into her back passage securing it with a leather belt and harness that passed around her thighs. When she stood up, she felt impaled. Walking behind Ivan was a terrible ordeal. He dragged her back to the common room and pushed her toward one of the female slaves dressed like Petal in a sheer white shift. “Serve us drinks, slave. Until your openings are all available for our use, you will wait on us and clean.”
The slave grabbed her by the arm and pulled her behind the bar. “My name is Marigold.” She kicked a bucket of soapy water toward Daisy. “Scrub the floor and then wash all those glasses. The vamps like it spotless.”
Daisy looked into Marigold’s light-brown eyes and saw no pi
ty or compassion. Marigold reached into a drawer behind the bar and took out two alligator clips. She stepped close to Daisy. “You must wear these.”
Marigold caressed Daisy’s breasts, tugging on the tender tips until they were long and pointed. Then she clamped a clip on each nipple.
Daisy gasped at the pain. Marigold slapped a gold collar around her neck and fixed chains to the collar and the nipple clamps. “Just one clip left.”
She ran her hand over Daisy’s vulva, spread the lips and bent over to get a better look. “Yes, you have a nice, fat little clit. Perfect.”
She pinched it, slid the hood back and placed the last clamp on the red bud. “Daisy clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
Marigold stood up and kissed Daisy’s lips. “You’ll soon grow used to it.”
* * * *
Sunny stood frozen to the floor as Daisy was led away by a vampire woman. The other female vampire stepped so close to him he could see each individual eyelash on her huge golden eyes.
“My name is Victoire.” She grabbed his balls. “You have a fat dick. What’s your name?”
“Sunny.”
“Well, Sunny, you’re mine now.” She walked toward an empty couch pulling him along by his cock. When she reached the couch, she opened a drawer beneath it and pulled out a strange leather device with a ring attached. “This is a cock ring and leash. You will wear this for me.”
She fit the ring around the base of his penis. The ointment rubbed into the head by Petal still had him stiff as an oar. When she fastened the ring, she pulled it tight and he gasped.
“You will not be allowed to ejaculate until I say.” She jerked it even tighter and then she knelt and took his cock in her mouth. When she bit the head and began sucking blood out of the engorged flesh, he screamed. Victoire alternately sucked the head and sucked his blood. It had him ready to shoot off in seconds…but he couldn’t. The collar-like ring pinched his urethra. No ejaculate could get through. Very soon, he felt like his balls were going to explode.
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