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Catch fire and Explode! (Jack Stalker and Defiant.Anjeru)

Jack Stalker

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Catch fire and Explode!​

Alexander Gerrard had been spending another routine and unfulfilled evening at the club, having sent his usual entourage away he was enjoying a drink and watching the patrons around him go about their usual dance of courtship. Humans flirting and perhaps more aggressively seeking a way to spend the night as he listened to music which held no meaning and smiled politely at women who passed his way, before sending them on theirs. As the proprietor of the club, 'Dead by Twilight' he was well known for his eccentric ways and the rare audiences he would grant to those who caught his eye. In truth it was mainly women he could use as blood dolls and fuck toys, until he was ready to glamour the violent abuse away from their minds and send them on their way. How he hungered for one true doll to take as a permanent toy, to have at his beck and call for a few centuries of crazed lust fuelled abuse... but as yet no one in this town had captured his eye or his attention enough..

Until she walked in, a creature of immaculate beauty who he would soon learn went by the name of Kristen Steward

It was tiresome to have to deal with new faces and new glamours every week, every time the thirst took him. Now he realised that those days were coming to an end. Her flesh screamed out for his attention and he must have raped her and drained her dry in his thoughts a dozen times before she even reached the bar. He was not even sure if she was alone, not that it mattered. He knew from the sleek look of her body, the tight toned appearance of her legs, her sharp stunning features and the overall beauty of her, that she was the one for him. Her body and soul would be sacrificed on an altar of pain and pleasure that would leave her ravaged and begging for more, her young body ripped apart and splattered with blood sweat and tears before she ever saw the light of day again. Something he had no wish to ever see again, as he knew all to well the fate of any of his kind to stray into the daylight.

They would catch fire and explode.

He imagined it would not feel too much different from how he felt right now, looking at her as if she was no more than a piece of meat, her only purpose to slake his thirst and then be impaled again and again on his monstrous shaft and his razor sharp fangs until he could no more tell the difference between her screams of pain and her wild throes of orgasm... and neither would she be able to tell, he fancied with a lick of his lips.

Alexander sent one of his bouncers to tap her on the shoulder, drawing her attention to his darkened table. He waited until he could catch her gaze across the crowded club floor, then he held it and allowed his eyes to pierce into her, raising a hand to beckon her over towards him calling her with a look and a single curl of a finger. He never glamoured his victims and thralls until after he wished them to forget about his feasting, preferring them to be fully aware of everything that happened to them, fully aware that they had walked willingly into the lions den. If she did not come to him now it would annoy him, but he would simply wait to catch her alone, then explain to her in no uncertain terms what she should have done. She did not have that look about her though... even at this distance she looked like a girl who was out to not merely experience some fun in a club, but to experience the night and all it had to offer.

Her face, her pale flesh, her sensational legs... from what he could glimpse of them. The longer he watched her and the longer he waited the more he felt like tearing the slutty clothing she wore from her body, dragging her to the floor by her hair and biting into her soft flesh as he pinned her slender body to the dance floor with his lithe but muscular body and drove himself deep into the undoubtedly tight young cunt that nestled between her thighs.

"Mr Gerrard would like to invite you to join him at his table." said the bouncer in a gruff inconsiderate tone to Kirsten as she approached the bar.

Several women nearby threw jealous and surprised looks at her, openly wondering what it was about her that deserved such attention from the usually unattainable club owner...
 
Kristen believed in the impossible, like so many others in the world; otherworldly creatures did exist. The only problem was what she believed in. Vampires weren't monsters, they weren't cold blooded killers, they didn't needlessly drain people of their blood, they didn't burst into flames and turn to ashes in the sunlight; they were loving, lonely, brooding creatures, looking for their soul mates among the mortal masses. She had a deluded sense of what was, as opposed to the cruel and hard reality that vampires...they weren't gentle, they weren't loving, and they weren't broody boys looking for their other half. Through some miracle, the sexy nineteen year old had avoided being taken by a real vampire in her nightly searches for her deluded fantasy.

That is, until tonight, when she walked into the bar, Dead By Twilight.

Her long, luscious brunette loose curls framed her oval, delectable face. Crystalline blue eyes scanned the bodies crammed in this building, ranging from goth kids to slutty women, and everything in between. Her long, pale legs carried her toward the bar, bare from the middle thigh down due to her tight leather skirt that hugged her tight rear quite nicely, begging every man in the room to give a squeeze. A tap on her shoulder almost made her jump, her ample breasts straining up against her skin tight black blouse. The bouncer indicated a darkened table across the room from her and her eyes followed, meeting the eyes of a devastatingly handsome, sexy man that just added fuel to her fantasies. His hand lifted, his fingers curling in an open invitation for her to be seated with him; was it strange that her heart fluttered and her cunt grew wet with just the thought of being close to such a man?

The bouncer's voice broke her train of thought, or fantasy, rather. Eyes moved away from the mysterious man to his bouncer. "Is that so?" A smile curled her pale, but irresistible lips. Suddenly all the women at the bar, and yes, even some of the tables, were glaring at her, jealous written all over their sub par features.

Well, why not? She had come to have fun and that man looked like he could be fun. Really, the poor girl had no idea what she was literally walking into when she had decided on this bar for her nightly outing. Her heels clicked across the floor as she made her way toward the darkened table, hips sashaying fluidly with her almost liquid movement. When she reached the table, she flashed her new companion a flirty smile, eyes twinkling as she tucked her brown hair behind an ear.

"You requested my company, I heard. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Her voice was sweet, innocent, the epitome of all things pure, despite the lifestyle she tended to keep.

She was going to wish she'd stayed home, but that thought wasn't paramount in this instant. In fact, she found she could think of little else but the man in front of her. His dark gaze, his blonde hair, pale skin, magnificently lean body...and what she knew would be an equally magnificent cock.
 
Alexander’s eyes never left Kristen from the moment she moved into the club and into his sphere of influence. He could smell her blood from here and its scent was already soaking into his thoughts and penetrating his psyche. He watched how she moved and time seemed to slow down for him as he raked his gaze about her body as easily as he could have raked a nail, taking in her clothing and the way she moved as he subconsciously licked his lips, feeling his fangs eager to slip down and prime themselves to pierce her flesh.

He patted the couch next to him as she arrived, only barely aware of a nameless waitress who stood nearby to take any order she might have. He smoothed his fingers across the couch and waited for her to plant herself next to him. "Introductions first I think, my name is Alexander Gerrard, I own this establishment as you may or may not be aware. You must tell me who you are..." he answered her. "I have requested your presence, as you put it, for reasons which you full well know my dear." he smiled at her, a slim predatory expression as he dropped his gaze to take in every inch of her as she approached, lingering longer than common courtesy would dictate on her long slender legs.

"There are two reasons you are here that you know and reasons which you don't. Let's examine them shall we?" he began, his voice was a low growl which should not have been audible above the music playing around them, yet somehow it carried to her ears and penetrated her thoughts as he spoke, his tone seductive and piercing, as were the glances he threw her. "You dress like a princess combined with a slut, you visit clubs and venues by yourself to experience the thrills of the evening and to see what excitement you can find for yourself. That much is obvious to me, whether you admit it to yourself or not. Take this situation for example, there are women here who would sacrifice everything to be seen at my table and to share my time, yet you have captured my attention on your first time here, that makes you quite special and means that every moment you have spent on making yourself into the cock teasing whore that you are has paid off." he smiled at her.

"The second reason you are here is that you have been looking for the right place for a while now, hence your new appearance in my club. Well let me tell you that now that you have found this place you will never want to seek out anywhere else, because everything you have been looking for is right here." he continued, "I'm afraid that if you were looking for a mysterious prince charming to whisk you off your feet and off in a carriage, you won't find him here. What you have found is a man who takes what he wants. I took this club from it's former owner, took his staff to work and obey my commands, took hold of this area of town and bent it to my will, I have taken everything I have ever desired, away from whoever possessed it or simply into my owner ship. Now I have chosen to take you my dear, I have chosen to take you away from the dreary nights you have spent searching for excitement and assault your every sense with a bombardment of lust, pleasure and ecstasy." he slipped an arm around her and dragged her next to him on the couch, fighting his base animalistic urges to sink his fangs into her throat and shred her clothing which barred her flesh from his touch.

"Tell me I'm right? If not then enlighten me on why you came here and why you came at the beck and call of a stranger to be sitting at his table. Your pussy as wet as the liquid in this glass..." he said, sniffing the air slightly to take in her scent.

He held up his hand to dismiss the waitress, getting ready to leave the table he snatched up a lighter and some cigarettes, pocketing them. "I have idled here too long, it's time for me to depart to a more discrete and intimate location and you will be coming with me." he said, not even bothering to phrase it as a question. It was more a statement of fact as he maintained a powerful grip about her waist "There is much for you to see in my private section." he finished.
 
Alexander Gerrard...so that was his name. An equally entrancing name as the man whom owned it. He patted the couch beside him and she arched a thin brow, vaguely entertaining the idea of planting herself beside him. Her instincts were telling her to turn and walk away, but fuck it all if her hormones were telling her to jump the man. His smile was going a long ways to making her hormone's argument the more appealing one. Damn, a sexy ass smile. With lips she could imagine on her body, stimulating her cunt in ways she'd nearly forgotten. God help her, but just looking at him, hearing that sexy rumble that was his voice, made her cunny wet. "My name is Kristen Steward," she finally said as she planted herself in the seat next to him, crossing her long legs as she set her expensive purse on the table top.

"Two reasons, hm?" She asked innocently, a sexy smirk curling her plump, pink lips. Her brows raised and her smirk extended as she listened to his reasoning. Cock teasing whore...well, that was a new one. His arm came around her, dragging her up against his side on the couch; his words had made her undeniably turned on. She wasn't use to such a forceful approach, but fuck it if it didn't turn her crank, so to speak. "I suppose you aren't...entirely wrong," she said softly, her respiratory rate increasing as well as heart rate, being up against a man such as this. It seemed odd to her that he sniffed the air, like he could actually smell the arousal building up between her lusciously pale thighs, the wet juices clinging to her feminine hole. The thought that he could smell her wet arousal, only served to make it more forceful. Fuck it if she wasn't going to need a new thong before the hour was out.

"I take it, being as a man who gets what he wants, you aren't giving me a choice in going with you," she chuckled softly as his grip tightened around her slim waist, her eyes glinting at him, and pale cheeks flushed red. "To tell you the truth, I am no used to such a," she made a gesture with her hand, "forceful approach, or being talked to in such a way."

Before he could take it the wrong way, she picked up her purse off the table and moved in closer in his hold. "Not to say that I am not intrigued. I am...curious...about what it is that you have to show me, Mr. Gerrard. Lead the way."
 
Alexander listened to what Kristen had to say, paying attention to her words as he sensed her cunt growing wetter and hotter by the second. The blood which he could sense racing through her veins was pumping out a tune that only he could hear, driving him to ever more forceful and immediate movements. Standing up suddenly he grasped hold of her and lifted her up as if she weighed less than nothing, tossing her over his shoulder and slapping a hand against her ass. The sound of the slap echoing through the room was met by a round of impromptu applause, which broke out in the club around them. Apparently this was a sight which had been seen before... indeed he knew that it had, many times... but never with a gem such as the unique beauty he had captured tonight.

He let his 'spanking' hand slide down onto the bare flesh of her thighs, ignoring any praise, indignation, protest or anything else which may have spilled from her lips at such a base course of action. He moved quickly away from the table and towards some stair through a curtain at the rear, up the red carpet lined avenue, past security and waiters to a door at the top which was roughly kicked open as he carried her inside.

The interior of the room was a large bedroom, the theme was all gold and velvet with a almost gothic nature to it's appearance. The four poster bed which lay ahead in front of a set of balcony doors which opened out into a star lit night was the destination for his package, which he dumped unceremoniously onto the mattress, before turning to slam shut the door. Shrugging his way out of his shirt as he did so and dropping it aside. His torso revealed a lithe yet well muscled body, defined abs complimenting his appearance as he stopped to admire her as he watched her settle from her initial bounce on the bed where he had tossed her.

"I would have thought you would be used to the direct approach by now Kristen. I've always wondered about mortals and their willpower, I always assumed I had greater will than they, yet you are able to walk a dozen steps and more outside in the world and yet not get yourself raped to within an inch of your life. I find that intriguing, certainly I don't possess such a humungous level of will as that. I was barely able to restrain my lust upon seeing you walk into my club. You are truly a unique specimen my dear... truly unique." he told her in a low almost animalistic growl as he walked up to the edge of the bed.

"You have something I want Kristen, something which needs to be heated to just the right temperature. Fortunately I have perfected a method that gets it just the way I want it. It will involve fucking your pale flesh and tight young body to the point of death, before I feast on everything you have to offer. Enough of me though..." he said, letting his gaze run up and down her impossibly long legs.

"Your dripping cunt has brought you here to me and this moment, so I think it's high time that you showed it to, me, you cock teasing little slut. Strip, before I shred your clothing and leave you with nothing but your flesh to warm you when you leave here... assuming i ever allow you to leave that is." he told her in a quiet yet commanding tone, his expression showing that he was entirely serious with his demands. He could care less what she believed or what she even understood of what he had said to her, she would learn soon enough that there was no way out of this room without satisfying his every desire, repeatedly, until he was ready to show her a shred of mercy.
 
Kirsten dropped her purse as the man hefted her up off the couch and, in a manner indignant to her, tossed her rather unceremoniously over his shoulder, like a prize; it was apparent that he thought of her as exactly that, a prize to be taken, kept and used for whatever he demanded. As much as it turned her on, she couldn't help but feel a little chill of apprehension run down her spine like she'd walked straight into the Lion's den. She nearly cried out as his hand landed against her supple ass cheek through the leather of her short skirt, an aroused flush heating her flesh as her blood pumped almost wildly through her veins in time with her furiously thumping heart. The applause made her shudder and lick her lips. Did the patrons of his club know what was in store for her? Before she could think further on it, his hand slid down to her thigh, touching the pale, soft flesh. Her thighs were so sensitive, she shivered and bit her lip, bouncing against his back as she braced himself, his steps taking her up some stairs, down a red carpeted hall, past security and waiters, to a door he promptly kicked open, jarring her.

Despite the fear, and the adrenaline, and yes, arousal, coursing through her, she could, for a brief second, admire the beauty of the room, its almost gothic luxurious look, though she only real got awkward half glances as he carried her toward the bed. He dumped her onto the mattress like no more than a package that had reached its destination. Her body bounced on the cushion soft mattress as he turned way from from her to slam shut the door, making her flinch. Hell, what had she gotten herself into? Yet, as he pulled off his shirt, revealing that toned, lithe, pale chest and abs, her hormones went crazy. A new rush of arousal hit her cunt and she clenched her jaw, wondering if she should be fighting it. Something about this was...not right, but her body, fuck, did her body want him pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. Wait...did he say mortals? Was he not...mortal? Her eyes widened slightly and she found herself scooting a touch back on the bed, away from him.

"Raped? I figure men are civilized. We're not animals," she muttered, almost insulted by his words. Almost. Yet there was a part of her that liked it. Despite his coarse use of language, she certainly felt like the diamond in the rough, claiming that she was an exquisite creature. Who wouldn't like to hear that. Fucked to the point of death? Was he being serious? In reality, was that even possible? She swallowed visibly, her body trembling slightly.

His demand came next. And the slight hint of something else, a threat, that he was entertaining the idea of never allowing her to leave this place. "What are you?" She dared to voice the question that had been burning in her mind, and though she seemed reluctant to do as he asked, her trembling hands raised to the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one to then slowly allow her to slip the blouse off her body entirely, revealing breasts cupped nicely in a black lace bra and her slim, petite waist and a pierced, cute naval. She slipped her heels off and dropped them on the floor, one at a time. Then started on the zipper on the side of her leather skirt, her beasts heaving against her bra as her nervousness showed.
 
"Civilised? Only when there is plenty for them to eat, plenty to drink, enough to go around... even then there are those who fancy to take what they want, to take more than their share. Still they exhibit more control than I would have given them credit for. Surely you must cover yourself like a nun during the daylight hours, disguise your looks lest you are simply taken and used as the perfect fuck toy that you appear to be. Your perfect face, your unblemished skin, your legs which go on forever, all highlighted by the way you dress like a slut who craves to be fucked. Your skirt barely skimming the swell of your ass cheeks, your fuck me heels stretching out your amazing legs even further, your dark hair framing your stunning features." in his world and thoughts she would have been ravaged to rags already, it was truly a miracle she had survived long enough to blossom into a whore worthy of his attention.

He paused to slip off his shoes, then began to unzip his pants, peeling them down his body he revealed a lower half every bit as impressive as his torso, complete with a massive foot long shaft of flesh which jutted out from his groin, springing up as soon as it was revealed. A thick tube of meat, pulsing and throbbing in the low light of the room, its massive length capped by a glistening head, coated already in a sheen of pre cum.

"Lock some men in a room with you for a few days, then see how civilised they are. Strand them on a desert island, maroon them in a desert with you as the only pussy for a hundred miles... then see how civilised they are when they decide your cunt is too hot and wet to resist." he growled at her as he slowly approached the bed where he had casually thrown her.

He grew impatient quite quickly. "Next time, if there is a next time, leave the heels on." he told her, moving up to her he grabbed her ankles, dragging her down the bed until her legs were spread around him, his enormous shaft bobbing about as he ran his hands up her legs, slowly savouring the feel of her flesh beneath his own as his digits caressed her skin. Stopping at her skirt he simply shoved it up to take the appearance of a thick leather belt around her waist, then he reached up to grasp her bra, sharp nails shredding the material as he tore it off her, so roughly that scratches marked her skin on her left breast. His eyes were wild and he licked his lips as he listened to her blood racing through her veins, pumped by her rapidly beating heart. The scent of her soaking cunt assaulting his senses as he dropped his hands back down her body, raking her stomach with his nails to leave a light trail across her flesh, until his fingers were beneath her skirt and gripping her thong.

It was torn from her body as if it were nothing, then his hands were on her thighs, shoving them wider apart as he crawled onto the bed between her legs. "What am"? he smiled at her, letting her see his fangs as he drank in her naked flesh. "I'm a fool who pretends to be a vampire to impress women." he laughed. "Either that or I'm a vampire who drags sluts who get his attention back to his den, to ravage their flesh and drink their blood. Pick one and we will see if you were right." he said in a low almost joking tone as his nails trailed about her inner thighs, teasing the skin but not breaking it as his cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her.

"Although I doubt you are the sort to care, why bother... you have found the excitement you were looking for when you left your house dressed like every rapists fantasy, dancing with danger as you flaunted your body, safe in the knowledge that men are not animals and you could tease and taunt them with your body, never having to worry about an alpha male deciding that he was the one to possess you." he continued, feverish in his delivery as he growled out the words. His heavy shaft slapped against her stomach as he moved to sink the fingers of his right hand into her hair and pull her head back, tugging on her strands. His left hand cupped her left breast, the nail of his thumb teasing and digging into her nipple as he bore a look into her eyes.

"Is this what you were expecting when you threw yourself into my grasp? Is this what you desired when you soaked your pretty young cunt in your own juices at the sight of me?" he asked, catching the nipple between forefinger and thumb now and squeezing it hard, as he pulled tighter on her hair, leaning down to lick at her throat, teasing it with his teeth as his searing cock almost branded her abs with its heat.
 
She cried out when he grabbed her ankles, dragging her down the bed until her legs were spread, wide, for him and his massive cock, his very impressive cock. Just the sight of it had her cunt dripping with juices that slicked her up like nobody's business. His touch made her shudder and, despite her skirt being unzipped, he simply pushed it up to her waist against her matching leather belt. He ripped off her bra causing her to almost whimper, from pain or pleasure, she wasn't sure, his nails marking the perfect, unblemished skin of her luscious breast. Next went her thong, ripped away from her like it was made of nothing but paper, the elastic marking her hips from the force. She bit her lip, her body trembling.

Her eyes widened when he dared to flash her his fangs, real fear suddenly making her body tighten; vampires did exist. But it wasn't the kind that she had thought; never would the kind of vampire she believed in do this sort of thing to her. He would have loved her, worshiped her, kissed the very ground she walked upon. This...this man was controlling, forceful, demanding; it didn't matter what he had to do to get what he wanted, and that included her. "It was not my intention to tease anyone. I don't dress to taunt men, or to be a rapist's target," she whimpered, his growl making her shudder with apprehension and fear and god fuck it, desire for the beast on top of her. "I don't flaunt myself, at least, i thought I wasn't. All girls dress up when they go out for a night on the town."

His cock hit her toned abdomen as he gripped her long, dark hair, making her bite her lower lip with a moan; hair pulling had always been one of her turn on's. Whether or not she intended to be turned on, it was certainly causing a pleasurable reaction. Her nipple turned rock hard as his thumb nail teased the pale pink tip, its twin pebbling in response to the stimulation. He pulled harder on her nipple, pulling tighter on her hair, and she couldn't stop the gasping moan that spilled from her supple lips. He leaned down to lick her long, elegant exposed throat, teasing scrapes of his teeth, and she whimpered.

"You can't be a vampire," she said, almost in a plea of denial. "Vampires aren't real, right?" Her whole body trembled with fear but there was no denying the dripping juices that soaked her cunny with her desire for him. She had never been one for force, or having things she didn't want pressed on her, but this man...god, this man...this vampire was making her body betray her. Her body was answering him in the most primal way, that she wanted to deny but knew she could not.
 
"Look at yourself you filthy little whore, your cunt is so fucking wet its leaving streaks on my silk sheets. You're staining my bed the same way that you are going to be staining my cock. I'll never be able to rid myself of your scent, not that I intend to. I've been searching for perfection like you for longer than you would believe... and now you simply walk into my club and deliver yourself to me? Truly fate has decided that I have wasted enough time searching for the impossible. Now is the time to sit back and reap the rewards of my patience in not tearing a path through this world in search of you." Alexander growled as his hands mauled her flesh and tugged with a vicious urgency at her hair.

"Don't lie to me you young slut. You're old enough to know what your body does to those who gaze upon it. Like the medusa of old, your body destroys any man who glances upon it. You turn them into wild ravenous beasts who obsess about your flesh and how to attain it... you know the effect you have, else why would you wear such high heels, such short skirts, such whorish and provocative clothing. You want to be looked at, you want the attention, you want to be taken and fucked raw... perhaps you are in denial about it? I doubt you will be when I've finished with you." he told her as he removed his hand from her tit and slid it between her legs, his nails splaying apart her cuntflaps as he slid a finger up and down her soaking slot. The heat of her warm living flesh sending a shudder of long forgotten pleasure through his body as he savoured the feel of her youthful eager cunt dripping its excitement onto his probing digit.

He grew annoyed as she continued to deny the obvious. "You really think that you don't flaunt yourself? You display every possible inch of your incredible legs in an outfit that a street corner whore would be ashamed to wear, then you claim not to be flaunting your flesh? I will not insult your intelligence as long as you afford me the same courtesy. You need to wake up and realise what a dirty little cock tease you really are... except now it doesn't really matter, since you won't be afforded the opportunity to tease anyone's cock but mine from now on." he told her, yanking her head back sharply he seared the flesh of her neck with a series of kisses that brought him to her mouth, his tongue slipping out to stroke across the line of her lips before he forced it inside and claimed her with a kiss which poured forth passion, eagerness and a unrestrained hunger, his lips hard on hers as he explored her mouth until he finally drew back to lick his lips, tasting every morsel of her left upon them as his hand worked at her snatch, fingers burrowing harshly into her tight gash.

Shifting back he dragged his heavy cock down her flesh and over the belt of a skirt she now wore, letting the fat head stroke down her weeping slit to nestle at the entrance to her hot innards. His hands abandoned her body to grasp her hips as he lifted her up slightly and with a growl dragged her onto his erection, impaling her with a simple pull of her body towards his. His shaft splaying open her gash, then forcing its way down her narrow fuck tube. He gasped out and groaned his delight as her warm moist vaginal tract was speared asunder by his foot long monstrosity. He flashed his fangs and as good as roared as his cock was driven into her body deeper and deeper, stretching her tight young cunt to breaking point as he filled her cock sheath to capacity, perfectly violating every inch of her with his member.

"So tight, so wet, so fucking hot..." he growled with pleasure, both hands sliding away from her hips to grasp and maul wildly at her exposed tits as he looked down at her.

"That's right vampires don't exist... now wrap your legs around me and pull me into your cunt you cock crazed little whore. Show me that you don't believe all that bullshit, flaunt your skills, fuck me like the bitch in heat that you are, soak my cock with your cuntjuice and suck on it with your tight cunt walls, just like the slut that you know you truly are." his every word a demand now, a demand that left no space for disobedience, his eyes flaring with lust and desire as he brutally crammed his rod into her tiny youthful cunny.
 
She loved every moment of this, whether or not that was her intention. His words echoed in a place in her that she knew was dark, enjoying every treatment from him, every word. He was right, she couldn't deny that, not when her sopping cunny was dripping with the evidence of her arousal. Sit back and reap the rewards of his patience...fuck, she wanted to. How could she not, he was such a perfect specimen of a man. Every tug of her hair flooded her with a new wave of arousal, making her bite her lip as she moaned softly. "You're right, you're right," she gasped, knowing she couldn't deny it when he touched his digits to her sopping pussy lips, his finger sliding up and down the snatch's enterance, teasing, making her whimper. "I do, I do flaunt myself! I wanted this, I can't deny it!" She cried out at he yanked her hair, searing hot, addictive kisses over the elegant column of her neck. Her soft sounds of pleasure spilled into his lips as he claimed her sensuous ones in a brutal, all consuming kiss that left her nearly dizzy, goosebumps briefly touching over her pale, enticing flesh.

She screamed as he took hold of her sharp, curvy hips and impaled her on his massive cock, stretching her, filling her. He nearly tore her apart, his hard, large - that was an understatement if she'd ever heard one - cock stetching every inch of her tight, hot, young cunt and despite her hot wetness, her slick walls tightened on the intrusion, almost like a pleasurable vice. "Oh god!" She cried out, arching her back as she gripped the covers with her hand, her body shuddering as he pushed deeper and deeper. She felt so full, like she couldn't take anymore, but she did anymore, her thighs falling open to make it a tad easier to accomadate his massive beast's intrusion into her tight cunt.

"So big....can't think...oh fuck! Yes, yes!" She moaned wildly as he seated himself fully in her innards. God, she wouldn't even think of complaining. Where his fangs once put her on edge, they now served to make her moan, her body trembling from the extent to which he filled her. She felt too full, that if he moved, he would tear her in two, his beast of a cock leaving no part of her untouched, marking her in a way she would soon - fuck soon - never fucking forget.

She did as he said, taking her long, pale legs that went on forever, wrapping them around his hips, that action alone pulling him closer, making her moan. "Fuuuuucccckkk," she hissed, biting her lip, her eyes tearing, but not from sadness or pain, but the extreme pleasure that was tearing at her from the inside. "Yes, yes, I love it." Her head fell back as she did as he said, moving her hips against his, crying out each time he moved a fraction of an inch inside of her cunt. So full, gods, it felt so good.
 
The wetness, the heat, the tight sucking trench between her thighs that enveloped his shaft and drove him insane with a furious and feverish lust. Alexander could never understand how others of his kind did not simply wreak havoc on mankind with their cocks, ravaging and rapping at will until they were destroyed, but then perhaps they had not encountered such a temptation as the girl who had been thrust upon him by fate, luck or circumstance. No matter, now that her tiny young cunt was being stretched and expanded by his hungry impatient cock, he could fully indulge his urgent need to fuck. No matter the tightness his rod was fully enveloped by her snatch, driving deep into her weeping gash until balls met flesh and his gasps and groans became a loud roar of satisfaction which echoed through the room.

"That's right, of course you wanted this you dirty little whore." he hissed in triumph as his cock speared into her welcoming hole. "As one of the few unattainable alpha females walking this earth you deserve the best... and you have attained it, with me!" he snarled, his nails digging into the flesh of her tits as he raked them with ever increasing roughness across the surface, ploughing his rod into her cunt at a steady pace now, neither fast nor slow, simply squeezing and forcing himself into her with religiously precise strokes, his thick tube of pulsing flesh violating her vaginal tract with each passing second, wrecking her for any other man as he rammed his enormous cock into her body, filling her illicit sheath with inch after unforgiving inch of cunt stretching pleasure.

His huge cock head embedded itself inside her velvet like tissue, her vaginal canal battered open with each invasion of her silken channel as he watched his cock devoured by her young cunny before he returned his gaze to her tits and then her face as he assaulted her cunt with a vigour which would never cease, never lessen, never grow weak.

"Look at the way you open your thighs and arch your back, taking me even deeper into that vice like slot you call a pussy? Your body tells the true tale when you are confronted by lust and desire, you young slut. This is what you yearned for and craved when you left your home tonight and threw yourself out into the dark, this is what you sought when you entered the lair of a monster and paraded yourself about in front of him, begging him with your fresh looks and tight body to ravish and ravage you. Your quest is ended my dear, Kristen, for here you will be sacrificed over and over again until your world holds no meaning, other than for you to survive to experience pleasure another night." he growled.

His hands moved to stroke and caress her thighs as her long legs enveloped him and he began to pound into her body, his hips driving him into her creaming juice sodden hole with a more rapid pace now, erratic strokes broke up the rhythm as he shifted about, nails on her thighs, then scratching at her ass as his hands slid beneath her, lifting and pulling her body onto each impaling thrust that sank into her narrow cock sheath. Her words and the movement of her body spurring him on to more vicious and brutal thrusts as he began to abuse her body in earnest. He dipped his head to her right breasts, scratching her skin until he broke it with his teeth, licking and sucking at the small trickle of blood which emerged as he continued to violate her cunny with relentless power and a wild hunger. His shaft like a never ceasing piston inside her innards as he fucked her and tasted her blood. "You aren't quite ready yet." he snarled, somewhat amused as he slid a hand away from her ass and ran it up her body, between her tits, over her throat until he could force a few fingers into her mouth, before taking the spit soaked digits and using them to twist and assault the hard nipple on her already ravaged right breast.

"Is this what you were expecting when you came here you whore? Is it? This is what every man who lays eyes on you wants to do to you... rip you apart and burn his cum into your insides, to mark you with seed and fingers until you know no other joy than to orgasm and scream on the cock fingers and tongue which he allows you to experience." he told her, looking into her eyes as he gave her a small series of hard and fast thrusts, before settling back to the frenzied rhythm of before.
 
"Yes, yes..." She moaned heatedly, her body trembling beneath the onslaught of sensational stimulation, his cock stretching her to a point she never thought possible, his head hitting and sliding under her cervix with each thrust into her wet cunt. Her voice would rise a bit each time as his nails raked over her sensitive breasts, leaving reddened streaks across her pale skin behind. It felt so good, even if she had never been one for rough sex; each bit of pain just seemed to push her even higher, rather than disturbing her. God, she would never be the same again. There was no doubt to that.

"Oh yes, yes! Over and over," she repeated after him, almost mindless to the pleasure. She just didn't ever want it to stop. His growl only made her shudder, and, as he said before, arch her back in pleasure. No matter what her brain was saying, he was right; her body was betraying her and always would. Her body would want him, even if she thought for a brief second to fight him. He lifted her by her supple ass cheeks, deepening his thrusts and pacing them faster at this new angle. "Ah, ah! Ah!" Each thrust into her sopping wet cunny had her moaning like the whore he claimed her to be and at this point, she didn't fucking care if she was a whore or not. His teeth broke the skin of her breast and she cried out, biting her lip as she arched into it, not even coherently registering exactly what he had done. She almost gagged as he forced the fingers into her already parted lips, into her mouth, where she eagerly lapped at them with her swirling tongue, before moaning as he twisted her hardened nipple of her previously assaulted breast.

"Yessss," she hissed in response to his words. "Yes, yes, yes..." Whispering the single word almost as a mantra, the walls of her stretched yet tight cunny sucking at every inch of his gloriously large cock as he gave her the series of hard, fast, thrusts. "Ungh, ungh!" Each cry with each thrust, head thrown back as she moaned like a common whore. "Fuck me, oh yes...so good," she wasn't even sure what she was saying at this point, just subsconsciously verbalizing her enjoyment.
 
Kristen's silken insides felt so good to Alexander, that he could scarcely believe the standard of cunt that he had experienced... no, endured... for so long in his life. If he had been dealt a different hand or sought out a club in a different city, then would he have found the perfect slot which he now drove himself into with a constant and desperate need and desire? He could see from the look in her eyes and feel from the way her body shifted about, that she was a true whore who could obviously enjoy to the fullest the natural and uninhibited way that a man really wanted to fuck his woman. That and the fact that already she was moaning out in agreement as he assaulted her with words and cock.

Like a wild animal, a rutting beast, a brute laying claim to what was his, now and forever. While there were those who may engage in slow soft and sensual love making, Alexander believed that such 'fucking' was for those who no longer had any passion, who no longer had the urgent need to penetrate their prey and ravage her with the wild and unrestrained lust which all men felt when confronted by such a perfect beauty as the one which even now lay before him, impaled on his cock as he hammered it into her tight young cunny, over and over again without a shred of mercy or consideration for anything but his own wild pleasure.

With her body arched and her head thrown back he kept his hands on her breasts, kneading and massaging the small but perfectly formed tits, toying with the nipples using the long and unnatural looking nails of his thumbs as he thrust into her sucking fuck tube. Her hissed at the feeling of her hot innards clinging at his steel hard rigid shaft, then groaned as he pulled out his slick cuntjuice stained rod, leaving the huge knob splaying open her cuntflaps. Her legs wrapped about his waist were tugged and pulled at until just the tip of his massive member rested at her tiny entrance, then he sank his nail into the flesh of her tits and dragged himself back into her. His manhood driving straight and deep into her soaking slit as he powered and forced his shaft back into her depths, stretching and battering his cock into her body as he began a long series of vicious pounding penetrations into her young body, his snarling and growling consuming him as he fucked her fragile form with a mad abandon.

Harder and harder he drove himself into the tight cunt that had beckoned to him from across a room, his eyes flaring with lust and his body moving with piston like precision. As his lithe form stroked against her tits and torso, as he lowered himself onto her, his body shifted upwards. It was instantly apparent that this new angle allowed him to stroke the upper ridges of his blistering hot shaft against the top of her slit, massaging it with a brutal yet inhuman preciseness. At the same time he reached out with his hands to drag two chains up from the sides of the bed, looping and wrapping them about her wrists as he snarled down at her, drilling his gaze into her as his hips and legs fought to force his cock into her tight wet heat over and over as he bound the cold metal links about her wrists, then pulled at their other ends, drawing her arms apart and above her head as she lay sprawled and impaled on his merciless and unrelenting cock.

"Yes, I will fuck you, I will split you open, you little whore. Your fresh young blood will feed my hunger but only after your tight cunt has fed my cock. Now feed it you bitch, fucking feed my hungry cock with your juices, your sweat and your eagerness. drive that cunny onto me with my every thrust, moan your appreciation, give me everything I want you cock crazed cumslut!" he growled with a mad and consuming obsession, starting to let himself go.
 
Each touch seemed to just forever stroke her higher, until she knew that she would starve without being fed his massive cock in this way. Fucking was so much better than lovemaking, and sex, it was so much more passionate and all consuming. Threatening to swallow her whole and burn her to ashes; sated, pleased ashes, but ashes none the less. Her breasts arched into his hands as he kneaded and massaged them, her nipples tight, hard little peaks that sent jolts of pleasure through her nerves each time he brushed them, or touched them, or fuck, if he twisted or tugged on them. She almost whimpered as he pulled nearly free of her, not wanting to lose the exquisite feeling of his cock tearing her apart; it was a short lived worry as he gripped her tits with his nails and pulled himself back into her still tight, so fucking wet, cunny. She nearly screamed, throwing her head back, each penetrating pound into her making her moan with abandon. "Ah, ah ah ah! Oh god, unnghh!"

His chest came against her breasts, her hard nipple rasping across his skin as he angled up into her in this new angle, touching her in a way she nearly sobbed from. She would have gone to clutch at him with her own nails, but it was all of a sudden that he dragged two chains from the sides of the bed to bind her wrists. Her eyes widened. "W-what?" But it faded away into a moan as his snarl weakened her surprise.

He almost drove her into her like a starving man and she groaned, thrusting her hips back against his, her cunt sucking at him, gripping at him like a never ending suction tube made to draw every last bit of seed from him. "Yes, yes!" She moved against him, writhing under him like the whore he wanted, shuddering, biting her lip though the almost screams and moans slipped through unheeded anyway. "Mmmm, ah ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me, aaahhh! I'm your little whore, yessss," she hissed, her cunt walls trembling around his beast of a cock as it fed her snatch, warmth and wet arousal soaking his meat; to think she had thought she'd known what sex was before this. Right.
 
With Kristen's arms drawn up above her head as if she was being laid out as a sacrifice, Alexander found it easy to grasp at her flesh wherever his hands could find suitable purchase. Taking a strong hold about her tits as he sank his nails into the sensitive skin, clawing at her young body until streaks of blood trailed from the tears in her flesh put there by his wild antics. His powerful grip lifted her up and towards him, the taut tug of the chains bit into her wrists as he impaled her over and over again on his hungry glistening shaft. Every stroke went from the tip of his foot long monstrosity along to the balls. Each thrust carrying him eagerly into her sucking fuck hole of a cunt as he indulged himself with her all too willing flesh. Each vicious violation of her vaginal tract drove him to thrust harder and faster into her body, the hunger within him increasing by the moment as he smelled the sweet scent of her blood and felt the racing of her heart, as it pumped the delicious fluid about her frail human body.

He pulled out of her with a final back thrust, almost feeling as if her insides were being drawn out of her body along with the monster of a cock which had violated them with such frenzied lust and contemptuous ease. Then, with her sprawled before him, he leaned into lick at the blood streaking from her tits, his hot wet shaft slapping against her stomach for a few moments as he cleaned her flesh of the almost sinful red fluid of life. He paused occasionally to watch it seep from the wounds of his nails with an odd fascination. Once he was satisfied with his taste of her, he took hold of her skirt, which had bunched about her waist, stripping it from her. He wasted no time dragging it down her legs as he rendered her completely naked and at his mercy, tossing the garment aside into a far flung corner of the room he took a few moments to admire her naked body.

"Perfection." he growled at her, "I could scarcely have found a virgin as tight as you are my dear Kristen. Now that the foreplay is over with we can get down to some serious fucking, some hard deep strokes into your wonderful body, can't we?" he asked in an almost amused tone. "First let's try something out for size, it will do well to increase your vocabulary." he grinned, licking at the tips of his fangs.

"From now on you shall address me as 'master', understand?" he commanded her, his hands went to her head and he fisted then in her hair on either side of her, his nails teasing her scalp as he tugged her head back and drove his cunt stained cock back into her body. His crude violation pierced deep into her in a single stroke, one which caused him to roar with ecstasy. He began wrenching hard at her hair as he bellowed out in bliss as his cock ploughed deep into her steaming hot innards. Within a second his manhood was filling her cock tube and stretching it back to accommodate the monstrous size of the rod which he had forced into her tight young frame once again.

"I'm your master now you slut, the man who will bring you the only pleasure you will ever need in your life, orgasm after orgasm until you know nothing but the pleasure of soaking my cock with your juices and feeding my hunger with your blood." he told her as he began to pound hard into her body again, jostling and thrashing it about on the end of his shaft as if she weighed no more than a feather. "Beg for it, beg for more from your master!" he bellowed as he yanked her head back by two fistfuls of hair and drilled his massive cock into her snatch with the fury of a wild animal, every fierce thrust amplified in intensity as he forced her to arch her back with his wrenching hair filled fists and savaged her innards with every stroke of his shaft into her tight fuck hole.
 
Kristen could very well have been a sacrifice, the way that she was stretched - in more than on manner - beneath this man, this beast, like an offering that the pagan's would give to the gods for continued good health and prosperity. Chained the way she was, she was helpless to stop him, the perfect sacrifice for his lust, both blood and sexual. A moan slipped free when he grasped her breasts, the nipples permanent stiff peaks from the onslaught of pleasure given to her my monstrous cock; the moan switched to a loud gasp and cry of pain as his nails clung to her sensitive, pale flesh and rendered it open with scratches. To think he could hold her so by her tits, thrusting into her, impaling her upon his rod of meat over and over, her pained cry soon returning to moans of pleasure. Each thrust seemed to intensify after itself, her cunt walls clinging to him like he was feeding her subsistence. She had almost wrapped her legs around him when he pulled himself from her, her cunt doing everything possible to prevent his cock's departure. A whimper of loss slipped from her as his cock hit her toned abdomen, her body shuddering beneath his powerful one as he used his tongue to lap at her exquisite blood and flesh.

He moved far enough from between her legs to strip her of her leather skirt, leaving the young woman completely bare to his eyes. Strangely, she blushed, even as her cunny was dripping with juices that were tempting him, begging him to return his cock to her hole. She felt like a piece of meat, flesh to appease his insatiable lust; the thought aroused her. To think she could do this to someone like him.

Foreplay? Her eyes widened, and she wanted to balk. This had all just been foreplay and nothing else? Her cunny was stretched and bruised, her flesh of her breasts bleeding and torn. Lord help her if it got rougher than that. She would barely survive, but maybe that was his intention all along. He'd said if she survived, hadn't he? Her body trembled, her arms causing the chains to make a shuffle of noise as she adjusted her arms trying to bring them down, to realize that she couldn't. To think she almost didn't remember him attaches those, the haze and onslaught of his cock having made it hard to even have the coherent ability to think.

A gasp slipped free as he came back and fisted his hands in her hair, on either side of her head. "Y-yes, Master!" She cried out with a shudder, before a scream as he held on and shoved his hard, cunt starved cock right back into her youthful, tight fuck hole with no more than one hard, single, brutal thrust. Her cry matched his own, her back arching as her tunnel once again readjusted to his monstrous size, stretching her to the point of no return, like her flesh would tear if he dared to move. Her own hands fisted as she whimpered from both the pain and pleasure she received from his rod.

His words were arousing and worrisome all at the same time. Was he speaking in the moment, or was he talking like he meant to keep her prisoner? She bit her lip, shuddering. Was he playing into a rape fantasy? Or was he fucking with her - in more ways than one? God! Like she could think when he started pounding into her again. "Ah AH AHHH! OH GOD!" She screamed, her body being jolted and thrashed about on his cock as he pounded into her like a beast. "Yes! yes, please! More, more, more, MORE! PLEASE MASTER!" She tossed her head back, even as his violent hands yanked her head back as well, cruelly, and screamed the words with each pound of his cock into her cunt, not even caring if he was fucking with her anymore. "Don't stop, please, please, master!" The arch of her neck and the way he was forcing her head back, forced her to arch her back and into him like a wanton whore who was begging for his cock like a starved nun, which she was.

Her legs of their own violation found purchase on his hips, trying to wrap around him to bring him closer, his sac smacking against her flesh as hard as any smack, the sting of pain only heightening her pleasure. "Oh, yes, yes! MORE! UNGH, UNGH - yessssssssss."
 
Alexander had hated it when laws had been brought in and devised by man, brought in and set up by those who were weak, those who were sad and deprived, those who lacked the strength and will to take what they wanted for themselves and defend it with the power of their own two fists. They were laws that forbade slavery, forbade sacrifice, prevented those such as he from enslaving whores like her to their whims. In days gone by this one would have been chained to a bed in one of his richest homes and used as his every whim dictated, used until her broken and ravaged body was no longer of any use to him. Used until it was a pale ravaged shell, devoid of blood and battered by sin.

Now, in this time, he had to be careful and ensure that after a session his victims were glamoured and sent on their way, all to comply with the laws of man which he sought to bend, twist and ignore where he could. Fortunately they would not apply to this one. Any who claimed to have seen her enter would be glamoured and none would ever see her leave, for now that she was in his clutches, the furious lust he had suppressed for decades had bubbled forth and spilled into view. This slut was his now and no man or beast would ever take her from him.

His ears were assaulted over and over again by cries of pain that bled into screams of pleasure. His own motions and thrusts altering pace and speed to match her sounds of combined pain and joy as he fucked away in her sodden and drenched fuck tube, abusing her to the maximum of his ability as he battered her cock sheath to breaking point with his insane and merciless thrusting. Her blushing body driving him to even more powerful acts of violation as his throbbing manhood grew with her, stretching even as it stretched her own innards, more and more blood racing to surge and pack out its length as he used it to brutally seal his display of obsessed lust as he fucked her naked body with relish.

"I can scarce recall when I saw such a tight cunt weep for attention, your gushing cunt appears to have burst like a dam at the very sight of the man who is now your master. I am pleased with your eagerness and dedication to fucking my young Kristen, very pleased." he growled at her with a nod of his head and a shift of his hands to her tits again, affording them little respite as he released her hair and returned to torturing the apparently permanently hard nipples, peaks of iron hard flesh which called out for a mixture of wild abuse and careful worship. Of course the former option was the only one available to him, in his fevered state of mind.

Distracted a little by the chains he paused and let the raw wet heat of her cunt roast his cock for a while, giving him a chance to cool down slightly and amuse and occupy his lips with her flesh. He covered her mouth with his own as she moaned and wailed her pleasure, then he grunted as she clawed at him with her legs, the long, slender, perfectly formed pins which began fighting to gain a hold on his hips. He tortured her right nipple until he thought sure it would twist from her body, then shifted away from kissing and mauling her lips to seal them against her ragged tit instead, teasing the teat with his teeth. At the same time his furious punding of her cunt eased slightly as he dipped his hips, lifting her up off the bed slightly, pulling her back to strain her wrists against the chains. His massive cock began to tent her stomach at this angle and hsi free hand slid down her body, running lightly over her skin and her hard abs, until his fingers sank between her legs and began to tease her clit, massaging it with folds of her own flesh as he continued to drive stroke after stroke into her soaking innards.

"Will anyone miss you when you don't return Kristen? A family, a friend, a co worker? Where do you live? Near or far... It will make things easier for you if you tell me..." he gasped, groaning in ecstasy at the tightness of her cunt as he spoke, partly to distance himself from an fast impending, but unwanted orgasm, one which would temporarily rob him of her narrow clinging cunt... and partly because he wanted to know.

"Look at you, reduced to a writhing naked whore within minutes of meeting me." he noted with pleasure. "You can't have anyone waiting for you, who would be waiting for such a wild and wanton slut as yourself?" he grunted, pushing and squeezing her clit with his thumb, first shoving up her flesh against it and then driving it into the lump in her groin which formed each time his huge cock buried itself in her up to the balls and her tenting mound was distended and stretched out ot meet it.

Without waiting for her to respond he growled loudly and returned to kissing his way from tit to throat, peppering her collarbone with searing hot kisses as he abandoned her nipple in favour of a position closer to her smooth enticing throat. His tongue slipping out to tease and moisten a patch of skin which he began to scratch and worry with his fangs.
 
Kristen was almost proud of herself, that she could please such a man as this; there really was no comparison. Not that she'd ever seen, or come across. Some warped sense of Fate had led her into this Bar, out of all the ones she'd been recommended by other women online. She clenched her slim hands into tight fists as he continued to assault her cunt over and over, with no hint of mercy. Despite the harm being done to her, she could appreciate that when he fucked, he fucked with everything that he had; he wasn't some pussy ass, whiny bitch. Fuck no. He was a beast, one who took what he wanted, as hard as he wanted, with no remorse. Not that she could complain at the moment, not really, not when every nerve in her body was screaming with pleasure.

She found herself moaning into his mouth as he covered her lips with her own, while her legs tried to get a hold on him. Crying out as he mercilessly tormented her hardened right nipple until she could swear she felt like he was ripping it clear off her heaving breast. His teeth and mouth eased the sting some, but not much as he continued with his torment. As soon as his fingers sank between her legs to begin a slight torment on her clitoris, she arched and gave a keening wail of pleasure; by the gods, she was so close. So close. Mix that with the continued thrusting of his hard, truly monster of a cock, so massive it tented her from the way it penetrated her youthful body - she wondered how she would stay sane after all this. Unlikely.

His words barely registered, but she tried to hang on, to give him the answer he wanted from her trembling, bleeding, sex battered body and pleasure addled brain. Who was waiting for her? She tried to think. "I-I live alone," she moaned out, shuddering. "Have a job...UNGH, aaahhhh...moved away from family...ah ah! Oooh, mmmmmmm." Panting breaths, his words, his harsh, almost degrading words, making her feel dirty but in such a delicious way. "N-no man! Mmmmmmmm!"

She shuddered as he growled, kissing his way from her ravaged tit to her long, elegant column of a neck. His tongue rasped over her skin, his teeth following to causing sharp and scratching sensations against her skin. "I can't! Oh god, mmm, I am going to cum, I can't hold it any longer!" She cried, arching her back, unintentionally pushing her throat against his mouth as he played with there with tongue and teeth and lips. "Please, pleeeeaaasseeeee master, let me cum. Mmmmmmm."
 
Every sound that Kristen made, every moan which crawled out of her mouth and into his, every quiver of her body and shudder of her flesh, every move she made as her body was twisted and pounded beneath his, everything about her just made Alexander want to fuck her faster, harder, deeper than he had ever fucked anyone before. For a moment he wondered if she was some angel sent to fuck him to death, some entity wrought to tear him apart with her perfect cunt and her unparalleled looks. He realised that he did not care, she was his now, his to fuck and to abuse until one of them could no longer move or think.

He thrashed about above her, stroking the length of his body against hers, fingers on her clit, cock buried in her cunt, his lips never straying away from her flesh for more than a few seconds as he ravaged her body, ravaged her entire being with brutal and unrelenting assaults on her that would have destroyed a younger or weaker girl, would perhaps have destroyed him in his younger days. Now it was pure experience and pure skill which balanced him and her on the precipice of a shattering orgasm which would shred his nerves and wreak havoc on his thoughts.

Her breath was devoured by his throat as easily as he took her sweat, as easily as the impacts of her pelvis smacked against his own as he thrust into her over and over again, drilling deep into her perfectly tight snatch, a deep tight tract of vaginal flesh which stroked and clung to his piston like shaft as he fucked her with long hard violent strokes, taking him from a tip splaying apart her cunt flaps to his ball sack slamming into her tender and sensitive flesh. Every foot long violating of her body sending impulses of raw pleasure through him as he savoured each intrusion which had to be forced into that hot tightness as if it was the last, as if she might be torn apart with every piercing violation of her young slot.

"You live here now you slut, you work here for me, you live here for me, you will have a man, one man... your only man will be me, I am your master now... I am your master!" he growled, then shouted at her, as the ecstasy on his face betrayed how close he was to filling her with his cum. A hand left her throat, moved to stroke back and forth from a taut buttock, along her thigh, caressing her long leg down to her knee, then past it to feel its way along her calve as it bent about his hips, trying to find purchase against him as he continued to jostle and pound into her, her body lifted up and then driven down into the mattress.

"Come for me you filthy whore, cover my cock with your cunt juice, flood that tight little hole until your juices stain my cock and soak my bed. Mark me with your offering like the eager young whore that you are. Come all over your master, wet that cunny until my cock is boiling in an ocean of your nasty fluids. Show me how much you can give of yourself you filthy little bitch." he gasped, balancing himself on the edge of his own climax as he forced a finger into her cunt alongside his cock and circled her clit with his thumb, stretching her cunt even further as he poised at her throat, waiting to sink his teeth into her veins and slake his thirst with her life as soon as he felt her start to come. "Come you whore, don't make me tell you again, come for your master, fucking come!" he gasped and groaned the words out as his body began to tense and prepare itself, every muscle hard and rigid, battering against her, inside her, over her as he fucked her with his entire body. Pulling at her until the chains about her wrists ground red marks into her pale flesh and rattled and shook as her body was heaved and tossed about beneath him as he fought to draw her over the edge.
 
You live here now you slut, you work here for me, you live here for me, you will have a man, one man... your only man will be me, I am your master now... I am your master! His words frightened her, made her think that perhaps this all wasn't just a sexual game to him. That he really meant to keep her chained up to his bed, to feed any and all kinds of hunger than came upon him; a vessel to which vent his anger, a hole to ease his lust, a body blood bag to fulfill his thirst. Was she really never to leave her? It was hard to focus on that, when he was pumping his cock into her battered, yet tight, slick as a water slide with her lust, cunt. His hand trailed over her body, to find hold on her leg as he shouted his ecstasy in her face, showing her she wasn't the only one on the precipice on a mind numbing orgasm.

God, when he started telling her to cum, she was so close to the edge she could have sworn to god and satan alike that she was nearly insane with the pleasure and assaulting her body, her flesh, her mind. "Oh yes, yes! I'm going to cum master!" She screamed out the words as her whole body tensed, shuddering in one long continuous motion as the nerves in her body went to work. Her legs tightened on his hips and her hips bucked into his wildly, his balls smacking harshly against her sensitive flesh in the quietness of the room, the noise nothing but them. A coil inside her snapped and she just lost it.

Kristen's body stilled of its violation, a keening cry escaping her lips as her the whole lean frame of hers' bowed in pleasure. Her arms yanked and strained against the chains as she threw her head back in pleasure. Her cunt tightened on him like unbearably tight cock ring, sucking at him, moving over his monstrous cock, milking it, begging it to give it his cum, even as her waves of juices broke free of their damn to coat his cock in their intense liquid heat, scalding and slick, coating every single inch of it. Even dripping from the base of it to slide and caress his ball sac with her release. She whimpered and bit her lip, shuddering.

"Please, master, give me your cum, fill me up, fill me up until i can't think," she moaned; knowing his release, his cum inside her, would give her the most pleasurable sensation, wanting that last little bit to make this the perfect orgasm, her wrists reddened and raw against the chains that held them. "Unnnghhhhh, pleeeeaaasseeee, fill up your filthy little whore."
 
Pain exploded through his body, wreaking havoc with his senses as Kristen orgasmed on his shaft. He felt her constrict about his length and then hissed as her hot wet cunt flooded and her juices rushed about his cock in a surging torrent of release. He shuddered and growled as her cunt squeezed and pulsed around his length and his constant brutal assault on her cunt was finally paid off with a climax worthy of his attention.

Her words of warning about her impending orgasm had simply driven him to wreak destruction upon her sodden fuck hole, his cock battering her innards as it ploughed deep into her cunny and the huge head stroked and stretched out her fuck sheath even as it was pushed at by a wave of cunt juice that threatened to shove it clear of her slot and leave the bed strewn with the soaking evidence of her wild orgasm.

As her wrists strained at the chains and her voice and mind seemed to break he bit down on her neck, sinking his fangs into her flesh. The sharp prongs shredded her skin and ruptured her veins, her blood spewing out and spurting into his mouth as he sealed it about the entry point. Her life filled him and he slaked his thirst with a forceful and constant sucking that drained her blood from her body and took the warm pumping fluid deep down his throat. He could taste her orgasm in the flavour, sense her climax in the rush of it as it flooded his oral cavity. His tongue stroking at the ragged puncture points, his lips searing her flesh as he drowned himself in her bloody offering. He always stripped a pint from the insides of his first feasting on a victim and tonight would be no exception. She would have to take it and prepare herself for an even harder assault.

"Yes, take it you little whore, take what you came here seeking, take the cum of a man inside that virginally tight cunt of yours! Feel his scorching hot seed violate your insides with it's heat and burn his mark into your insides the way no other mans ever will." he roared, pulling away from her neck long enough to tell her, his lips stained in her blood and trails of it streaking her flesh and running down over her chest to her breasts as it was pumped out of her body as he slammed his hips into her over and over again, then sank back to pierce her flesh again, ravaging her throat in the same spot as he drank and sucked at her blood even as his throbbing cock erupted inside her and bathed her innards with cum.

His spunk blasted itself to the four corners of her tight young cunt as he filled her, until no more could be taken by her tiny channel and the dregs of his ejaculate spurted forth to cover her inner thighs in a sheen of sperm. His body spasmed and bucked hard against her as he was engulfed by a shattering orgasm and a withering climax that threatened to shred his sanity. The spasms an quivering shudders that threatened to rip him apart also served to force his fangs in deep and his throat to almost guzzle at the sweet tasting cum seasoned liquid that ran down it and merged with his body as he ravaged Kristen with a savage and wild fervour. His body thrashing and bucking hard into her even after he had finished ejaculating into her youthful fuck cavity. His massive cock showing little sign of diminishing as he roasted her insides in the cocktail of sex that had been swilled together in her cunny.

"You taste perfect Kristen, my young whore. I will be hard pressed to stop myself draining you dry. Just as your sucking cunt has wrenched an orgasm out of me that I will not soon forget. Your ass and mouth had best be able to satisfy my needs, lest I rob you of every drop." he growled at her before returning to his feast upon her naked, sweat, cum and blood stained frame, laying fragile beneath him as he fought to reign in his naturally animalistic urges and permit her some hope to recover for more brutal fucking.
 
Suddenly, it was almost like a nightmare. Fangs, teeth, tearing, blood; it all washed together, a scream erupting from her lips, even as she was pushed completely into a mind shattering orgasm she knew would change her forever. There wasn't any way that she would ever, could ever, reach an orgasm again without this man. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew that. Even as his teeth, his real fangs tore into her throat and her blood pulsed, in time with her climax, into his mouth. A nightmare filled with pleasure she couldn't comprehend; she'd literally stumbled into a monster's lair and she knew, now as he pounded into her tight cunt, feasting at her neck on her very life, that his words hadn't been a lie. She was his and there was no way he was going to allow her to walk away from him, he'd sooner kill her, an obvious thing given that her blood was literally fueling him on.

She whimpered, her already pale body shuddering in his arms, mumbling almost incoherently to his words. "Yes...yes...mark me, make me yours..." her voice was almsot cracking now, between the screams of pleasure and pain she'd been giving him throughout the fuck session that would haunt her until she died. Her blood ran from the wounds in her neck to cover her collar bone and to smear her alredy ravaged breasts in red. Kristen cried out again as he returned to her neck, drinking more and more of her blood to ease a hunger she had thought didn't really exist; sure she had believed that vampires were real...but never would she have imagined this, never in a thousand years.

His cock swelled within her and then, in an instant, she felt like she was going to burst, his hot cum coating every inch of her cunt and its walls, bathing her cervix, her very womb, marking her insides, her hot center, as his and no one else's. She whimpered, even as he feasted on her blood, her whole body one long tremor as his body thrashed and slammed into her cunt over and over again, mixing his cum with her juices and swirling it around in her until that's all there was. "You taste perfect Kristen, my young whore. I will be hard pressed to stop myself draining you dry. Just as your sucking cunt has wrenched an orgasm out of me that I will not soon forget. Your ass and mouth had best be able to satisfy my needs, lest I rob you of every drop." She barely registered his words, a soft whimper coming out in response. She suddenly felt so weak, battered, like she'd been hit by a train, or been in an accident, and was jsut barely beginning to recover. "Yes, master," she whispered almost helplessly, and though she was bruised and battered, she couldn't help but still feel the tingles of the most all consuming orgasm she'd ever experienced. Even now her cunny spasmed around his cock, reluctant to let his assault cease, but she hadn't the energy now. Her body was limp up his, her arms resting on the bed, and legs off his thighs, almost like she was laid out to him like a sacrifice. And she would be, again and again. His words left no doubt to that.
 
Without a care in the world, about the fact that with each passing second his true nature and abilities would become more and more apparent, Alexander continued to feast on Kristen's blood, draining her until finally he had slaked his thirst for the unique tasting fluid that had been pumped even harder into his mouth by her orgasm wracked frame. His cock pulsing and spewing spunk into her insides in time with the hungry gulping of his throat muscles as he drank down the liquid spilling from her throat.

He paused to seal up the injury with some of his own blood, streaked from a slashed finger, rather than let her precious life spill out and bleed away into the bed covers. Then he paused again in his attention to her and pushed himself up, so that he looked down on her ravaged form, his eyes flashing with a wild hunger as he admired her blood, sweat and cum streaked body. A smile on his lips as he took in the look of their secretions, spilling forth from her cunt and bathing her thighs as his cock slowly drew out of her with an obscene sucking sound. His breath was harsh and ragged as he licked his lips and dipped occasionally, to taste some new part of her flesh which had taken his attention and drawn him in to abuse it. Tongue and lips licked and seared her skin as he continued to indulge himself in her pale perfection, his shaft still glistening and hard as steel from the juices that dripped from it and streamed across its length.

With her arms immobilised above her head, drawn up either side of her, he reached over to a bedside table and took out a black leather collar, which was studded with diamonds all the way around it, except at the front where it sported a single huge ruby. He wrapped it about her sore neck, fastening it as he gave a satisfied look at her body, clearly happy with his handiwork so far. Her tight cunt had been everything he had anticipated. He moved to shift the position of her chains, drawing up her arms until they were heading straight up either side of her head. Then he moved down to the foot of the bed, taking hold of her ankles he lifted her body up, holding it taut as the chains bit at her wrists, stretching her out as if she was on an invisible rack. from this position he twisted her around until she was facedown, dropping her back onto her stomach as her arms twisted into a cross above her head, her face resting against the bed and the bottom of the pillows.

"You'll need to keep that on Kristen, so that fewer questions are asked of you, understand you little slut. If you want more of your masters cock and more of his world, then you will need others to know who you belong to, as well as concealing the true nature of your neck wounds." he growled, behaving with casual confidence as if he believed she would follow his commands without question. Already she would be feeling the puncture points heal, although they would still be visible as scars on her flesh. Of course he would apply a little of his glamouring to her later on, but not until he was finished testing her resilience to his 'methods' of fucking. So far she seemed to be quite accepting of her wild treatment, which assured him that he had indeed been delivered a chosen whore, a slut who craved the dark side of life and wished it to be thrust upon her with as much force as she could bear.

With the collar bound about her throat he moved onto the bed behind her, forcing apart her legs as he laid his huge wet shaft between her ass cheeks. The slick coating of cuntjuice and cum seeping into the tight bud of her anus as he rested his cockhead there, reaching up to take hold of a fistful of her hair as he wound it about his hand. His free hand slid up and down her body, from her shoulders to the small of her back as he stroked at her flesh, feeling out every muscle, every contour, every inch of skin that heated his fingertips and tempted him to further atrocities with her innocent looking young body.

"So my tight young fuck toy, have you had enough? Or do you want some more of your masters cock?" he asked her in his deep penetrating tones, tracing a sharp nail back and forth along the curve of her spine as his roasting shaft as good as sizzled against her flesh as it grew and throbbed at the touch of her skin. Would he even listen to her answer... or was he preparing to claim what was his anyway, to claim what the gods had delivered to him this night? Even he was unsure of the answer.
 
Kristen laid entirely limp for the remainder, small noises emitting themselves occasionally from her physically battered, and even strained, throat; her blood pulsed into his mouth with each beat of her heart. He aimed to draw a pint from her - something typical of a blood donation, which left her dizzy and fairly light headed, especially given the fact that she hadn't eaten before he'd started feeding from her. A soft whimper as he swept his own blood over the marks with the tip of a finger, effectively stopping the flow though she could still feel the wounds pulsing in her flesh. Her body felt a little heavy from the blood loss, but that was not her immediate concern because as he pulled his cock from her abused cunt, the pleasure all at once gone - though a subtle aching for it remained - leaving her to feel every bit of pain he'd administered to her poor fragile human body. Lean fingers twitched and her frame would shiver each time his mouth dipped down to mark or tease some part of her flesh that he had left untouched, soft whimpers and moans wafting from between parted lips in appreciation, despite how much her body was already aching. His cock was still rock hard, as if he hadn't just spilled himself inside of her youthful cunt; she knew that wasn't true, however, as she could feel it, inside her, seeping from her lips and touching her pale thighs.

Despite the light headed feeling making it a touch hard to pay attention, she caught sight of him reaching toward one of the bedside tables, pulling a rather extravagant collar from within the confines of the drawer. She bit her lip and whimpered a touch when he wrapped it around her sore neck, that still ached when the pressure of the collar first touched.

A soft gasp slipped from her as he hoisted her arms to lay straight, reaching above her head; she was unable to do anything about it, mainly due to the chains themselves, but also that her wrists felt raw from pulling against them in her fevered passion. He grabbed her legs, hoisting up her body and those chains bit into her already sore wrists, making her strain slightly though she managed to keep the whimper rather subdued. Next thing she knew, he was turning her, her arms crossing into an x - something she couldn't stop or rearrange - as she fell onto the bedspread, much like before, but on her front. Her face hit the cushioning and she turned it, sucking in both a breath of fear and twisted anticipation. She was sure she lacked the energy to do whatever he planned for her next, but somehow, she still wanted whatever that was - even with the knowledge that she had no idea what he intended.

His words hit her ears next, causing several realizations all at once; one being that he hadn't been kidding about being her master, two being that he intended to feed from her again, or else, why would he worry about anyone seeing the marks. Fear stirred in her, but she swallowed it back at the memory of his hard, monstrous cock filling her, stretching her, sending her into the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She wouldn't and didn't want to let her fear ruin that. So long as...he didn't plan to kill her, did he? Her body trembled, even as she said, "Yes, Master," to assure him that she would do exactly as he said.

She whimpered as he forced her legs apart, his cock falling between her supple ass cheeks; she could feel the mixture of their releases seeping to the right ring of her anus, making her shudder. Surely he didn't mean to...? She'd never done that before...a cock in what she considered the forbidden part of her anatomy; sure she'd heard of it...but...she swallowed, biting her lip. His hand wrapped in her hair, abruptly causing her thoughts to stop. She moaned and her frame shivered beneath his wandering hand as he caressed her pale, soft flesh. His nail along her spine caused goose bumps across the skin of her arms, soft pants of breath following suit. She was so tired already, her body feeling nearly like a leaden weight, battered, and yet, still aroused at the thought of his cock pounding into her. She doubted he would listen to her answer with any intention of following it; he'd do what he wanted, regardless, she was sure.

"What would you have me do, Master?" She asked in answer, going with a different approach; if she aimed to please him, there was a chance she could be better off, so why not try. Even if he attacked her again, there was no doubt she'd be cumming until every nerve in her body screamed for her to stop.
 
Kristen seemed to be holding up well to the savage and brutal fucking session which he regarded to be initiation foreplay. Her ravaged body bearing the marks of a enthusiastic time spent fucking hard, with a man who waited for nothing and took what he wanted when he wanted it. Her flesh was his playground and his dinner table all in one and as long as he remembered to ease off and simply taste her every so often, until she began to replenish the juice which was so vital to him, then she may well last a long time before she became a used up husk of little worth. That was something he would have to work at, for her tight youthful cunt and enticing moans were something he looked forward to, he would have to take special care to ensure that she survived long into the future.

Her body alone was enough to keep his cock rock hard, his glistening erection as solid as a steel bar and ready to plunge back into her depths at a moments notice, but her voice as well added to the moment. Each time she spoke his title his shaft throbbed and pulsed from the pleasure of her acceptance, from the knowledge that she was either taken with events or a supreme actress, either of which were satisfactory for his needs right now.

"That's right, I am your master. I can sense the lust inside you that pushes you forwards, which causes you to act without thinking and subject yourself to depravity and debauchery in the searching yearning need for a more intense orgasm. Your pleasure lies at the end of my cock and beneath the pressure of my fingers and the touch of my lips. Your young and youthful body can survive the things I have planned for you Kristen, don't you worry about that. Just focus on the pleasure of the moment and the trail of climaxes to follow you. I'll be sending you to gather your possessions soon, the things you have at your home, so that you can bring them back here to your new one. First though..." he grinned, licking his fangs as they retracted and he began to trail kisses up and down her spine, licking and teasing at her flesh as he journeyed up and down her abused body. "...first we must continue the dance." he growled in an amused fashion.

Releasing her hair he took hold of her ass, fingers clawing at her buttocks as he slid his length back into her steaming hot cunt, coating the length with juices as he gave a hiss of appreciation. "What would I have you do? Well Kristen i would have you take measures to move into the club, but first you need to show your appreciation by grinding your body back against mine, by howling your pleasure at being fucked by your master and by letting your body dish out orgasm after orgasm on the end of my ever hungry cock" he growled in response, teeth clenched as his cockhead pushed against her impossibly tight and most likely virgin anus.

The tip forced apart the rim and sank an inch into her rectum, before he sank his nails into her buttocks and dragged her body onto his cock as he thrust forwards. Chains rattled and her arms were tugged straight as his enormous shaft crammed itself into her rectal tract. His knob spearheading the length of meat as it was forced deep into her anal passage, stretching and deforming it as he opened up her ass and buried himself inside her filthiest hole with a groan of ecstasy and a tense shudder of pleasure.

His member penetrating her tightest fuck hole with a relentless and unrestrained hunger, his body taut as his erection violated her last virginal entrance and pierced into her rectal depths with the eagerness of a youth with his first cunt. He would have asked god to help him if he had not been abandoned so long ago by such a notion. His mind fragmented and his words were lost at the sensations assaulting him as he speared his cock into her tight depths and tore a new route through her anal corridor until his balls were kissing her cuntflaps and his foot long monstrosity was embedded inside her.

"You are at the mercy of a beast now you cock teasing whore, a beast who has none, a beast who can only be taught mercy with the sounds of your screams of pleasure and the soaking juices of your ass and cunt, you dirty fuck crazed little slut. Tell me how much you love being violated like a cheap fuck fantasy, tell me how you love being ripped apart by a beast who wants your flesh, your screams and your blood... aahHHH!" he groaned, withdrawing until her rim was stretched open by the crown of his cockhead, before slicing back into her rectum with a devastating hard thrust, his bulging cock having to be forced hard into her body to drive it down deep to where he needed it to be... down where it could try to satisfy the madness that her naked flesh inflicted upon him whenever he looked at it.
 
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