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

To act without thinking? Yes…that’s what she was doing. But she couldn’t help it; even now her body was craving his cock, begging her brain to forget all about reasonable thought function and not just let him fuck her until her body couldn’t move anymore. Yes…she wanted his touch, his mouth, his lips, and god help her, she even wanted to feel his fangs in her throat and his throat working as he swallowed her very life’s essence. Dear lord, help her…something had to be fundamentally wrong with her, not to be screaming, not to be trying to escape from this monster that had awakened some sort of sadistic masochistic nature within her that she hadn’t even known existed. Master…yes, master. Was she going to be driven insane by her sudden flare of lust for him? He was speaking of moving her here…to live here, to belong to him, body, soul, and mind…as if she already wasn’t already his possession.

She shuddered deliciously at the feeling of his lips brushing up and down her spine in faint kisses. “Continue…?” The word whispered faintly, barely auditable. His voice, in that deep rumbling, made her nipples peak into hard tips, her cunt flooding with a new wave of arousal. He gripped her supple ass, and she moaned, whimpering, before crying out as he returned, stuffing her abused cunny with his cock, her walls clenching around him both in protest and in the desperate need to keep his long rod there for her pleasure. He was gone almost too soon, pressing the head of his massive cock against her anal rim, which tightened at the feel of it there; instinctively, she knew what he was planning, even if her addled brain hadn’t connected the dots fully yet.

It didn’t take long, however. He pressed himself through the tight, somewhat lubricated rim, his cock coated in her arousal, thankfully. She whimpered, whole body tense as he pushed into her anal cavity. Her breath quickened, half whimpers, half moans following each tiny bit of movement he made into her back passage. She hissed in pain as he pushed deeper and deeper, until his ball sac rested against her soaked pussy lips and his cock was buried to the hilt in her curvy, supple rear end. Beast…yes, a beast…oh fuck, she couldn’t think. Her body was in such pain, yet she was incredibly turned on by how dirty and taboo this was, his cock buried in her ass.

She could feel every inch of his cock as it slid from her, barely remaining in her anally, before he sliced forward with a hard, brutal, almost punishing thrust. She tensed, biting her lip to keep from screaming, an odd mixture of pain filled whimpers and pleasure filled moans slipping from between her tightly pressed lips. She shuddered, hands clenched as hot trails of tears from the brief pain sliding down her cheeks; it didn’t matter though, he was so hot, so hard, so solid inside of her ass, it felt odd and she felt so full, but god help her if it didn’t feel good. “Yes, yes! I love being violated like a cheap whore, I love being ripped apart by you…you who wants…aaaaahhh, my blood…body and flesh…unnnhhh!” the words were slurred at parts, each movement painful but getting increasingly more pleasurable. “Ah ah! Unnnnghhh. Oh god...” She wriggled her ass back against him experimentally, moaning at the feeling, as it grew and intensified. “Yessssss, please…fuck me…just like this…” She bit her lips and nearly sobbed, shaking from the feeling as it consumed her, flushing her pale flush subtle pink in arousal, her cunt dripping hot juice on his balls whenever they touched her. “I can take it, ooohh, I want it, pleeeasse.”
 
Her tight young ass gripped at his massive shaft as if it had it in a stranglehold, every thrust into her body was a pleasure inducing stroke of bliss. Alexander growled with each invasion of her anus, his steel hard rod bathed in ass juice and forced hard into her body with each forward movement of his hips. The pleasure and the tightness was inconceivable and he thought for a moment he might black out due to the euphoric shudders that her tightest and filthiest hole inflicted upon him with each passing second. "You don't need to muffle your screams here my dear, scream as much and as loudly as you like, in fact I want to hear you scream." he told her, one hand wrapping about her hair as if it was a rein, the other moving to tease and torture her hard nipples between sharp finger nails as he continued to abuse her rectal channel with vicious and eager thrusts, as if she were some virgin splayed out before him for his wild indulgence.

"There's no need to be quiet, as if to avoid disturbing a parent or a neighbour, let yourself wallow in the pleasure of my cock, you fuck loving little slut. Give yourself to the moment, savour the pain and turn it to pleasure as I bore out your insides and fuck you towards a state of bliss you have never experienced." he grunted his words, hissed them out through clenched teeth as her body wreaked havoc with his sense, as he clawed again at her tits and pounded his cock deep into her rectum, her flesh and the taste of her blood driving him wilder and wilder with each passing moment.

The hard and relentless pounding must have continued for ten long minutes, beads of sweat beginning to pearl on his forehead until finally he eased off the pace. His right hand moved from the merciless torturing of her nipples, to slide down her body and begin to stroke at the folds of her cunt and the bud of her clit as he began to tease and toy with it while continuing to fuck her still vice tight anal corridor with slower and more easy going thrusts, penetrations which were easier on him as he fought to hold another shattering orgasm at bay.

his left hand forced her head around by her hair, dragging her face closer to hsi as he leaned in to lick at her lips before feasting on them once more, invading her body with his tongue as easily as he did with his cock, then suddenly with his fingers as he alternated between massaging her clit and forcing two fingers into her tightened cunt as his cock packed out her rectal duct and battered away at her innards, the member being squeezed over and over into a hole he found it impossible to believe could actually take his girth.

"Can you dance Kristen? I have a mind to slip you into a tiny, almost nothing of an outfit and then adorn you with a pink wig... since it's one of my favourite colours and somehow I think it would suit you." he said with a grin, "You can start off dancing for my pleasure and keeping me occupied during the long nights I hold court over the club. If not I'm sure I can find something else for you to do, I would hate to keep you simply imprisoned in here or at my proper home. I think that a few days a week here will be sufficient, the rest of the time I can start to show you how the other half live." he told her while he paused, allowing his cock to roast and stretch out her anal passage as he clenched his teeth and stroked his fingers at the insides of her vagina, feeling them rub against the shaft embedded in her ass as he did so, his thumb shifting to work at her clit again as he took pleasure in abusing her young body.

"Now... fucking take it, take it like you were begging for it." he growled loudly, moving his hands to her hips he slid back off the bed and stood up, lifting her body up with the strength of his arms and the hardness of his cock. She was strewn out before him as if on a rack, her body was a good foot clear of the bed and her arms were stretched out to the limit in front of her, crossed and chained. With Kristen so elevated he began to drag her onto his shaft as he stood there between her splayed open thighs. Her body dragged onto his cock, then shoved off it as he used her to assfuck his cock, every slick penetration feeling like he was invading the gates of heaven and hell all at once. "Scream and come you bitch, scream and come. Don't hold back, let the world know how much pleasure you are having, bellow out your bliss and soak your hot gash with your dirty juices like the whore you admit that you are." he shouted, eyes closed and hsi cock slamming back and forth as he started to join in his manipulation of her body, fucking deep into her as he dragged her onto him.
 
Each thrust into her tight, now no longer virgin ass, made her moan lowly; his words assured her that she could scream and that, in fact, he wanted her to. She moaned loud, a purr of pleasure, when he gripped her hair in his hand, like he could be riding a horse. Her nipples were hard points against his assaulting fingers as they tweaked and teased the sensitive peaks, his cock thrusting into ass with eager, nearly punishing thrusts. It hurt, boy did it hurt, but at the same time, she could feel the burning in her cunt that came from the pleasure she was receiving from his assault. His words urged her to do just that, turn that pain into pleasure; she could feel him tearing her, stretching her in such a dirty, filthy way, even as his claws left new reddened marks on her pert breasts as they moved with each pound into her supple rear.

Those ten minutes of long, hard, eager thrusts made her shudder violently, noises of both pain and appreciation spilling forth from her already strained throat. Sweat beaded on her pale flesh, legs trembling from being overwhelmed and also from a growing weakness. He’d already rammed her to near oblivion once, and now was doing it again, in a far more intimate, yet dirty way. She wondered how long she could last, as his cock rammed into her anal cavity hard, over and over. When he eased on his pace, she could have been thankful. Her mental capacity wasn’t able to comprehend it for long, as his hand slid down to stroke over her sensitized clit. She cried out and quivered, moaning to his touch, hot arousal flooding from her cunt in response.

She hissed in pleasure as he hiked her head back, to feast upon her lips with his tongue before it dared to delve into her mouth. Their tongues swirled together, saliva mingling as each moan spilled into his mouth like an addictive drug as he speared her cunt with his digits, matching his cock’s thrust into her anus. She shuddered, whimpering, her orgasm clawing at her nerves to beg for release.

“D-dance?” She mumbled, barely able to comprehend speech at this point in time, being stimulated in both her holes. “Y-yes…mmm….ungghhhhh…I can d-dance, ah!” Her voice breaking with each thrust, moans interrupting her words though she did her best to answer whatever he asked of her.

She cried out when he hefted her, lifting her clear of the bed and pulling her taunt against the chains that were keeping her wrists confined, his cock spearing her more deeply and much more effectively as his hands dragged her off and back on by her sharp, curved hips. She screamed each time, her cunt and anus burning hotly, her head hanging and tossing about from the onslaught of pain and pleasure. It was there, clawing at her for release; and then suddenly, it broke over her like a crash of a tsunami, a scream ripping its way from her throat, her head flinging back, even as she was stretched taunt like she was on a rack. “AH! OOHHH GOOODDD!!!” The scream stretched out for the length of her orgasm, her cunt flooding hot juices of release out onto his balls as they smacked against her cunt. She shuddered, her vision going hazy, the onslaught of all of this, everything, making it hard for her to stay conscious.
 
A human would have come within seconds of stuffing himself into the tight and cock destroying channel that was Kristen's asshole. As such, Alexander was pleased that he had managed to last so long and deliver so many ruthless and merciless thrusts to her anal tract. His strong and measured strokes into her filthiest and most taboo hole had proven to him that he was much more than a mere human male, since he had managed not only to extract a sense of blissful euphoria from the act, sending shudders and shivers of pleasure through his whole body, but he had also managed to prevent himself from coming straight into her rectum the moment he penetrated her. Every thrust drove him closer to the realms of insanity and when he felt her quiver, moan and flood her cunt at his insistent and overbearing violation, he roared again with ecstasy and felt a second rush of orgasm fast approaching him.

"You can dance? That's good, very good." he groaned when she confessed her ability to do more than simply dance on the end of his steel hard cock. "I'll put you to use immediately you slut. You'll have ample opportunity to dance for me when you start here." he gasped, watching her dance on the end of his cock as she was hefted above the bed and drilled like a rag doll, helpless on the end of his shaft. Nails raked and ravaged her young flesh, leaving a legacy of marks and brands to remind her who she was dealing with if ever she regained coherent thought.

"I think I'll have you as my own personal muse. I'll allow others who see you yearn for your touch, yearn for a glance, beg for a smile or dream about the pleasures of your flesh. All the time I shall be... UUNNHH!" he groaned as finally her wicked body began to orgasm on his cock, his fingers sliding around to slip into her cunt and pump away inside as her climax wrought havoc on his self control and his cock began to fill her rectal tract with hot boiling cum, spurt after spurt blasting into her dark hole to fill it to overflowing in a matter of seconds.

His lithe and toned body bucked and spasmed, driving his cock deep into her ass as his sinful ejaculate splashed about her insides until her body was unable to hold any more and it spilled from the tight seal of her anus, soiling sheets and flesh as she slumped forwards, her body dropping to the mattress as he thrashed about on top of her. His gasps and groans merging with her own screams of pleasure as the intense ecstasy of his orgasm almost caused him to black out from the rush of euphoria which washed over his body.

Never before had he laid eyes on such a beauty, let alone had the opportunity to ravish and ravage her body. Her every moan simply brought more come from his balls surging through a cock which could never go soft within her tight innards. He twitched and quivered through a shattering orgasm, spilling his seed into her body in a roasting torrent as he roared in satisfaction, his hands moving around to grasp at her tits as he chewed on one of her earlobes, before twisting her face around so that he could drown out the last of their groans by feasting once more on her lips, his eyes boring a gaze into her own as his body shook and contorted from the shock of such an intense climax, drawn out of him by such an innocent looking ass.

Eventually, after an amount of time he had no concept of, he finally reached around her to snap free the chains. Alexander barked out a command in a language Kristen would not have understood, as it had not been spoken in her lifetime. At once shutters began to descend over the windows, they left the view but threw a blood red filter across the room, turning the stars red. He lifted himself and twisted her over onto her back, slipping down her body he started at a delicate foot and kissed his way up her long slender legs, across her ravaged cunny and onto her taut stomach. Trailing searing lips across her frame as he made his way between her breasts and finally to her throat, kissing the collar about her neck before returning to her lips. "You're body is without measure or rival and so is your enthusiasm." he told her as he played with her lips with his own.

"When the sun rises you will go and gather your things, bring what you need here. You will have no need to return there, ever, so leave nothing you might need, everything else will be provided for you by me. I will send two of my people with you to assist you, take your time and return here when the sun goes down... I will be waiting for you." he told her in a matter of fact fashion. His eyes almost glowed in the dim light and his words were a commanding growl which clearly inferred he would brook no insolence from her.

*Time Skip to later that evening...*
 
Kristen couldn’t help but scream as she felt his hot, nearly searing, cum burst forth from his cock into her anus in a fountain that would make even a waterfall envious. He filled her to the brim, where she felt like she would burst, and then some; his hot seed leaked from within her, to touch upon both of their intimate parts. Her body spasmed with his own, his claws raking at her to further leave even more marks upon her flesh, marking her in a way that no one would dark dispute his claim. Her lips trembled against his, and yet, she eagerly returned his kiss until they both finally stilled from the toll such powerful orgasms had upon their bodies, even his; he was unfazed, where as she was barely conscious, her body ravaged and abused in all ways she could comprehend. She almost whimpered with appreciation as he unsnapped the chains, her thin wrists reddened and sore. Her body went limp against the mattress, as he barked his order and the shutters slipped down and illuminated the room in an almost eerie red hue.

The next thing she knew, she was on her back and he was slipping down her pale form to her feet, where he started his leisurely exploration of her feminine frame; feet to legs, to stomach, the breast, before finally her throat, where he pressed a kiss to the collar he’d placed around her neck. His words stroked that dark part of her, the part of her that had loved every moment of his assault, despite the fact that her body was screaming in protest at the way it had been treated.

“Yes, Master…” she whispered, to his commands; he was sending guards with her, something she could expect. He probably had a slight inkling to the fact that she may run out of fear; she knew that was a stupid idea. He was a vampire(or just someone with a horribly dominant blood fetish), he would be sure to find her, she had no doubt of that. Not to mention the bouncer had seen her I.D. – they knew where she was living. She would not disobey him, somehow she knew that. A part of her wanted to come back to him, her heart fluttering at whatever he had in store for her next. With a soft sigh, she found herself unable to stay awake any longer, her body begging for a small measure of rest; her long lashes fell and she slept for a bit.

Once the sun rose, she was roused and she dressed in her clothes, gathering them from assorted parts of the room, thankful he hadn’t rendered any of the clothes. Leaving her purse, she simply grabbed up her keys and, despite the way her body protested, left with the two large, somewhat intimidating, men. If she tried to make a break for it, she had no doubt they’d be on her in a moment’s notice.

“In the car,” the taller, burlier one ordered and she meekly slid into the back seat, the short, yet stockier, one sitting beside her in case she should decide to dive from the moving vehicle. “Address.”

“Oh…3480 Barlow Loop, the Griffin Apartments…” she whispered, leaning back against the seat, fingers nervously touching the collar around her neck. Kristen still felt a bit light headed from Alexander’s feeding, and swallowed as the car pulled out from the Club’s lot and onto the main street. Her cunt was still aching, as well as her anus, from how his cock had rammed her; every now and then, at the thought, she had to adjust her legs, finding herself growing aroused at the memory, despite how sore she was. Before she knew it, they were parking under the overhang at her apartment complex. Long legs slid out to let her move out of the car, the man behind her closing the door. They were both right behind her as she moved toward the stairs, her heels clicking over the pavement, and then the carpeted stairs as she made her way up to the door labeled D12. Keys unlocked the door and they all moved into the cozy, little apartment she had been paying rent on for a year or so.

“Mr. Gerrard will be expecting you at sunset. Pack whatever you need, but don’t dawdle about. Jake here will go speak to your landlord letting her – “ he waited for her nod to confirm that it was a woman before he continued, “know that you will be vacating the apartment. Mr. Gerrard has also stated that you are to call your place of occupation and inform them that you won’t be returning to work. You will assure them nothing is amiss, that you are simply deciding to move elsewhere. Is that understood?”

She nodded and swallowed, her limbs suddenly trembling nervously as she realized the extent of exactly what she had stumbled into last night. The one she had figured out was Jake, left the apartment to seek out Mrs. Ward to let her know about Kristen’s departure, the other man waving toward her to get started with packing away her old life to begin her new one. First thing was first – she moved to the phone on the wall and dialed the number to her boss’ office; Richard Lothgil, her boss, answered and she explained that there was family issues that needed her attention, and she would be leaving town indefinitely for the time being. He was understanding and wished her well, before she sighed and hung up the phone.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent pulling out suitcases and packing away things she figured she would need; clothes, shoes, make up, hair products, accessories – given the night she had, she had a feeling she wouldn’t need much else than that. She spent some time in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, dark eyes locked on the collar wrapped around her pale, slender neck; last night had felt like a dream, but there was no denying what lay around her throat, or the marks beneath it. She changed her outfit and then she found herself something in the kitchen to eat, to help ease the lightheadedness, and drank a great deal of water to help replenish her body from the exquisite trauma she’d experienced the night before.

Jake, and the other man, grabbed up her bags shortly before sunset and she spent a moment looking at the apartment before she followed them out, locking the door behind her. They piled them into the car and they rode back in the same fashion as they had the way there; the car pulled up just as the sun began to set. Jake and Miguel unloaded her bags and escorted her back into the club, her heart suddenly kicking up in its rhythm. Her cunt dampened the fabric of her thong beneath her tight ass black jean skirt, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her skin tight black blouse, a deep V offering a delectable view of her pert little tit’s cleavage. She was wearing heels again, remembering his words; leave your heels on next time. She wanted to please him, the dark part of her demanding it, so she pulled out her favorite pair of stiletto heels. She’d left her dark hair down, loose and messy, like she’d just tumbled with him in the sheets. After one night, he’d completely changed her, made her into a wanton slut who wanted to live to please him.
 
Miley Cyprus was a straight off the bus, clueless virgin, who had run away from home. She had come to the big city and caught the eye of Alexander Gerrard, soon after getting a job at his 'Dead by Twilight' club and beginning a new life as a blood doll and fuck toy for his amusement. Earning plenty of cash and tips she had plans for living a high life away from her streets and of making something of herself.

Now she was nothing more than a ragged parody of humanity, her blood and organs decorating a basement room in the club as loyal bouncers, glamoured to within an inch of their lives, as well as thralls eager for the gift of immortality, scraped away her flesh and cleaned her blood from the walls. Alexander knew that if Kristen was to have any chance of surviving he would have to at least satiate part of his hunger before he saw her again. Drinking his fill from Miley, shredding her jugular and drowning in her blood until he could drink no more, was a suitable way to dim the hunger for blood within him. Now he would be able to simply taste a little of Kristen, there would be no need to brutally drain her dry.

He had also refrained from fucking the worker, since only Kristen’s cunt and ass had the relevant tightness and appeal to get him into a hard enough state to fuck. Other women now were simply observed for passing amusement or essential sources of nourishment. His energy was saved for where it would provide him with the most entertainment, inside her holes or against her flesh. Miley had been loyal and a constant at the club for a few months, but her lack of a family and the ease with which her young body could be disposed of, burned and discarded in the worst area of the slums, meant there would be no questions. Even if there were he had so many contacts and thralls within the police force that any investigation would have been short lived.

Just like all the others.

The rest of the day was spent mostly sleeping and absorbing the deluge of blood which would allow him merely to feed recreationally, perhaps for a few days. The rest of the weekend was looming ahead and he looked forward to showing off the new addition to the club. There was a special member’s night scheduled for that evening and it was there that Alexander laid claim to the best cunt in the club. Tonight there would simply be Kristen for him to show off to some of his would be peers and mark as his own personal blood doll, to remain untouched upon pain of death to whomever so much as touched her, along with the destruction of everything they loved and their entire family. A feat which he had only had the pleasure of doing twice before, now people knew never to anger and never to annoy him with insolence or disobedience.

The men he had sent with her were not there simply to prevent the inconvenience of her running, they were there to prevent anyone else trying to drown in the pleasure of her flesh or take her for their own sinful and sordid amusement. Both 'guards' were castrated and neutered, under glamour and threat if anything were to happen to her. It was likely that if even she was to accidentally cut her finger the men and their families would pay with their lives.

The theme of the evening was an amusing 'vampires and thralls' one, sure to bring a smile to the face and fangs of many of the patrons. Soon the place would be filled with male and female vampires dragging along their slaves and thralls, whores and sluts dedicated to them, drink on the thrill of being a blood doll, simply masochists or perhaps even the hopeful, willing to do anything to be turned. With matters well in hand by his staff, Alexander spent a couple of hours after he arose simply working out, working off some of the energy he had buzzing about him so that Kristen was not simply torn to shreds upon her reappearance. His muscular, toned, yet extremely lithe body was pushed beyond any human limits, giving him a satisfactory feeling by the time he had finished up and the club was ready to be opened for the first of many who would fill it later that evening.

His own table was reconfigured more as a throne now, with its own small circular stage before the sweeping curved couch that he resided on, the area complete with pole and railings. It was somewhere that only the prime thrall at his disposal would be displayed, a place which had remained empty for many years now as none had served to capture his attention as thoroughly as Kristen Steward had. The club was filling up now and there was a reddish tint to the lights and a deep bass to the sounds from the DJ as he waited to see her arrive, watching her as she entered. His eyes ravaging those impossibly long legs and her tight toned body as it entered. His men moved to take her bags to his room, where she would be staying later on in the literal lap of luxury.

"Kristen." he said simply as the crowd parted before her and provided an open path across the dance floor to his booth if she wished to take it. His area was visible to the entire club on a slightly raised platform which overlooked the place. "I've prepared some things for you to wear this evening for my entertainment; you'll find them through there. When you've changed then return here and show me what you can do." he told her as most of the eyes of the scantily clad patrons took in her appearance. All of them were clad in dark colours dominated by leather, fishnets and lace. Chains and whips scattered about and a buzzing atmosphere of lust and depravity. Already several couples could be seen in dark corners fucking and sucking at their master’s beck and call.

He gestured to a curtained off booth behind his own, within were numerous outfits for her to choose from, all skimpy and thread bare. There were even a few wigs, dominant in reds and pinks, bikinis and slutty and sexy clothing, fishnets leather and lace dominating as it had outside. There were even a variety of other heels and footwear at her disposal. "Of course the way you look right now is pretty sensational. If I had not curbed my hunger and punished my body with adequate exercise before you arrived, then most likely I would be fucking you right now. Still, I'm sure that will be rectified soon enough. Your absence has only increased my desire for your innocent looking flesh my dear Kristen. Now, dress yourself in something you deem fit and get on with the show. We'll call it your virgin performance." he said in a joking growl.

"You can keep the heels on." he added with a grin.
 
Kristen had no idea what Alexander had done during her absence; she would be thankful in her ignorance, if she had known he'd literally torn a young woman to shreds before her arrival. The crowd parted before her as she entered, all eyes on her as she moved toward the slightly raised platform where Alexander's booth waited for her; all eyes on her made her tremble with awareness, Alexander's treatment of her the previous evening make her very aware of her appeal. She could, embarrassingly, feel her cunt respond, even against her initial denial of being aroused by the way Alexander and the others seemed to eat at her with their eyes. Really, he had turned her into some kind of cock hungry slut - the only cock she found she wanted was his, not that that was entirely a bad thing. He had a monstrous cock and he sure as hell knew what to do with it. He greeted her and she greeted him, swallowing nervously as he explained what he expected of her now.

She glanced toward the curtained off part of the booth as he spoke, that that was where she would find her materials for her performance tonight. His comment, or compliment even, made her visibly shudder. She almost wished he was fucking her right now, even with the eyes on them; oh dear lord, what would it be like to be fucked by him in front of so many people? Her cunt grew wet at the thought and she shifted her stance slightly to ease the sudden throbbing between her luscious thighs. "As you wish Ale--" she stopped herself with a blush. "I mean, Master Alexander." The collar around her neck a heavy enough reminder of exactly what she was.

Her heels could be heard against the floor as she moved toward the curtained off booth, stepping inside and shutting the curtain behind her. A soft, somewhat wobbly breath left her as she trembled; she could just imagine, she thought as she began to sift through the garments, how it would feel to have Alexander's eyes upon her as she gyrated and moved her body to the music...for him. All she could think about was him. Pleasing him. Serving him. Feeling his cock ravaging her over and over again...and the remembrance of his tearing at her neck for her blood did little to dampen that. She slipped out of her heels so she could strip off her clothes, folding them neatly and setting them to the side of the clothing rack. Fingers decided upon a sheer set of lingerie, the black fabric nearly completely see through, the underwear no more than a skimpy scrap of G-string fabric, her plump ass cheeks bare for him to see, her cunt barely covered by what little cloth it did have. Matching stockings were rolled up her long, lithe legs, before she finally replaced her heels on her feet, remembering his words.

Pinning up her hair, she grabbed up one of the pink wigs he mentioned he was so fond of, placing it on and using the mirror to make sure it was adjusted properly. Her heart racing, she slipped out from the room to move toward Alexander and his private - enough - area that was for his enjoyment, though the people around could clearly see if they so wished it.
 
Kristen's discernable display of nerves amused Alexander more than anything else. While she was his thrall, which was more a lifestyle than an occupation now, she would be completely free from harm Well, from any sort of non sexual harm anyway. As his personal fuck toy, blood doll and queen whore, her word would carry almost as much weight as his, not to mention the fact that she would only be subjected to his outrageous and merciless treatment.

He also saw her as a useful tool to hone and temper his will, since at first sight of her entering the club he had been forced to battle down the urge to fuck her right there at the entrance. Thoughts of other victims and other times faded from his thoughts as they were replaced with methods of pleasuring them both with each others flesh, fucking until exhaustion claimed their bodies and the madness of wild and uncontrolled lust stripped away their sanity.

As she stood in front of him the random crowd seemed to gather around them, moving closer to the roped off boundary of the area, no closer than ten feet away from the podium where she would be dancing. Already there were couples fucking in the far flung corners, but now more and more of the audience were beginning to feel at their neighbours flesh as well as their own, pleasuring themselves at the sight of such perfection at Alexander’s disposal, answering his call and ready to please him at a command.

He smiled as se called him Master Alexander. "That's quite a mouthful, shorten it to Alex." he commanded.

When she returned from the curtained area there was a raucous and loud burst of applause, followed by a more subdued period of scattered claps and whistles. Alexander raised a hand to return the room to silence and the lights dimmed slightly as the podium area was lit a little more and the music developed into a dancing beat. Heavy with bass and techno edge. He growled in Kristen's direction as soon as he saw her, letting a hand drop to his dark trousers, stroking along the half erect six inch tube that was expanding within. His hands moving to slowly unzip his pants with an unashamed brashness, merely at the sight of her. As his eyes raped every inch of her perfect body, the effect of her stockings became visible immediately as his erection lengthened to a semi hard eight inches, then when he saw the perfect pink hair on top of her head his shaft began to throb and grow even more. He gestured her towards the podium, eyes glinting in the less well lit area of his throne as all eyes shifted to her now.

"Your beauty is without measure, truly a sight to behold my darling Kristen. You will be rewarded for your looks if nothing else. Now, please your master, see if the movement of your body can drive me to completion, let us see just how hard you can get me with your whore's body and the soul of a cock teasing slut which resides within it. My slut." he as good as roared. His shirt was open and his ripped torso was exposed as he began to trace a single nail back and forth along his huge shaft. His long hair was trailing about his shoulders and his attention was fully on Kristen, nowhere else.

There were crashes and sounds from the crowd, several of the patrons were busy playing with themselves and their slaves and thralls, while one girl had been bent forward over a cocktail table, already suffering and moaning as her master began to fuck her from behind, though both of them had their eyes fixed on Kristen as they did so, as if it were her alone who was the source of their pleasure.

Every step she took sent a shudder through his body and caused his cock to twitch like a hungry snake. He shifted his hands to either side of the couch, spreading his legs and looking at her over the bulging tube of flesh that sprang from his groin. The massive member seeming to feast on her very presence and strain against its own flesh as it expanded, girth widening as his eyes devoured her and his tongue licked against the fangs sliding down.

"Dance until the music stops, then come and kneel before your master and pleasure his cock with your mouth, my delicious whore...or continue to dance and I will fuck you right there on the podium for all to see the pleasure upon your features. I grant you leave to choose your fate." he growled at her with every word dripping with wild lust. The stockings, heels and hair combining with her own impossible beauty to drive him wild in his seat.

Already three patrons had been dragged away, incapable of restraining themselves as her body drove lesser men to spend themselves upon the floor and begin battering their thralls with brutal vicious strokes, fuelled by her beauty...
 
[Music that she's dancing to; found it helped - I like the song myself and it fits(I really wanted to do well for this part). Naughty by Faderhead - lyrics are incorporated within the post.]

His words had her wetting her lips subconsciously, her cunt suddenly flooded with an arousal she couldn’t deny. Her eyes had dipped down, watching as he’d literally put himself on display, his thick, nearly maddening, cock standing at rapt attention at the image of her dressed so provocatively; it didn’t take long for his cock to stand fully erect and it made her feel…powerful, that she could drive a creature with such power to be nearly mad with lust, with a desire to possess her that none rivaled. He was giving her a choice, something she had thought would be withheld from her from the moment he’d wrapped that collar around her throat – and such a tormenting choice. Suck him off, or continue to torment him to where he’d snap and fuck her in front of all these eyes…god, what wonderful choices. Both had her nipples hardening beneath the sheer lacy fabric with desire.

Lips pulled into an almost seductive smile as she walked slowly toward the pole, the music beginning to thump in her ears as she took place upon her pedestal; the lights had dimmed, a sole light being held on her and her alone as her hips began to sway with the beats. Her head bopped with the beginning bass, shoulders swaying from side to side as she walked around the pole, bending over to run a hand from her ankle all the way up her long leg, tossing her body back into an arch, a moan spilling from her lips as stray strands of pink clung to her wet lips.

Trace your body with my eyes and I can’t deny
This sensation that I feel boiling up inside​

Oh those words were so perfect, as she could feel his eyes tracing over every single piece of her flesh. It was such a euphoric sensation. She placed her hands on the pole, one over the other, her plump little rear facing Alexander as she slid down the pole toward the ground in a squat, shaking her ass and hips to the music as she tossed her head. Then she pressed her breasts against the cool steel of the bar, moaning as her nipple hardened. Lithe body then slid up the pole, arching into it as she hooked her leg, spinning around it until she was once again on the ground.​

As you’re dancing just for me wearing only skin
I forget the world around gliding deep within sin
See your body come alive at my fingertips
Make me lose my sense of time with your dirty lips
Every time I see you move I just gotta play
Gotta play with my naughty H
With my naughty H​

Her tongue slid out over her lips as she turned her face upon her master, as he sat there in his throne, watching her move in an almost primal way to the techno playing from the speakers, the bass emphasized giving her an easy beat to drive them crazy with; no, not them, just him. She couldn’t even see them, all she could see was Alexander and his magnificent cock twitching at the sight of her. Her chest came against the pole again and she slid up, this time turning her back to it and stretching her arms above her head. Back arched in, she slowly slid down, her pelvis pointed at her master as she slid down, her wet, glistening lips visible through such flimsy cloth. Falling to her knees, she crawled toward him, stopping just short before she laid on her back slowly and got herself up on her hands to flip herself slowly back toward the pole.​

All your writhing in the sheets makes me wanna scream
Push your body to the max as you scream for me
Let your hips collide with mine in the heavy grind
In the streams of dirty thoughts flowing through my mind – right

See your body come alive at my fingertips
Make me lose my sense of time with your dirty lips
Every time I see you move I just gotta play
Play with my naughty H
With my naughty H​

Oh how she wanted to be writhing in the sheets for him, moans flowing more readily from her as she worked herself into a slight sweat, her pale, tempting flesh gleaming ever so slightly in the light as it poured over her. Her back pressed to the bar, she slid down and spread her legs wide, grinding her pelvis with the music as she drew her hands along her thighs, up over her hips, to cup her breasts as her head tossed, tongue licking her lips. Hands slid up, through her pink hair gently to avoid pulling the wig off, toward the bar, using it to heave herself up, body arched in a bow as she did so. With her hold on the bar, she flipped her legs up, ankles catching it so that she was upside down. She extended one arm and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she slowly slid down the bar, before coming to her front on the floor, flipping herself over fluidly and sliding up the bar as the song came to an end with a moan that matched the arousal she felt now soaking her g-string.

It was all about her choices now. Her chest heaved, breasts trembling as she licked her lips, fingers gripping the pole deathly tight. God, she was so fucking turned on. As much as she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth, between all the dancing and teasing, as well as glimpses of others fucking, she wanted his cock in her and she wanted it now. Smiling slowly, she tossed her head back and started swaying ever so slowly with the new song as it started, telling him with this action what exactly it was that she wanted – she wanted him, in her, fucking her until she couldn’t think straight, no matter the number of eyes on them.
 
Her looks would have driven him insane if he did not believe that he was halfway to such a state already. It was a condition he welcomed if it would allow him to spend his days thinking of no one but her and feasting on her with every fibre of his being. A cock a tongue and his fingers did not seem like enough to pay homage to such beauty and skill. Her scent filled his nostrils, the beat of her heart and the pumping of her blood was a sound that drowned out the sense of all others.

Alexander watched as if transfixed by ancient magic as she walked up to the pole, moving around it and stopping to bend and arch, stroking her hands along her legs. The way she looked with her pink hair caused him to wonder whether she had been born with a colour which looked like it had been invented to simply enhance her already breath taking beauty. He growled loudly and audibly, his erection causing him pain, physical pain which he welcomed, pain which he would share with her when he descended upon her again and tore deep into her willing flesh. Nothing mattered in this moment, all thoughts of... whatever... were driven from his mind and only a series of wild brutal actions bombarded him now as he looked at her.

Choking her, chaining her, branding her blindfolded and gagged body as he forced her to focus on every deep invasive thrust into her body, giving her no means of expression other than to writhe, twist and convulse in pleasure as he brought hell and heaven on earth to her body, taught her to spasm and buck in orgasmic delight on a mere command and fucked and tortured her cunt and ass until she was exhausted and numb, before starting all over again. Bleeding and fucking her until she knew no other pleasure than his touch and his words. Branding her was a given, ensuring there could be no doubt as to who her master was, he would glyph her and scorch his ownership mark into her flesh as soon as was practicable.

Her body seemed to almost command the music which flowed from the speakers; it was as if the group were actually here and moulding their music to the undulations of her body, rather than the other way around. Every move she made seemed to make him even harder and he knew that if he was pushed to such maddening limits by her body, then others in his audience would be straining far worse, knowing that to touch her meant their deaths, but being driven too wild by her body to simply leave. He fancied he saw at least two of the crowd voluntarily chain themselves to a railing, just to stop them from performing a suicidal run on the podium Kristen was dancing upon.

When she span around the pole and dropped back to the ground there were sounds within the audience, sounds of a scuffle and someone being dragged away, combined with several groans of early release from those who could not withstand such perfection. Alexander’s own nails tore and shredded his throne, gouging at the wood beneath the cushioning on the couch as he fought against every instinct he possessed, fought to dominate the savage blind beast that lay inside him, which demanded he fuck her right now. No, he was better than a beast, better than everyone here, his patience would be a display to them all, something to be envied. It would be later that he would show them how such skill with a dance would be rewarded.

When she turned to face him and display her wet cunt, soaked beneath her flimsy clothing, he roared again. He almost angrily raked his nails along one side of the couch and destroyed it in the process; tearing loose a sliver of wood he discarded it to the side. It was clear that the couch was built into this area of the club, just as it was clear that it had never suffered such damage before, as no other thrall had ever driven him to such near uncontrollable lust as Kristen did. He looked at nothing but her now, all other sounds filtered away and the club was him, her, the music and the sounds of her blood pumping in a perfect time to the beat of it, as if she had been created to merge perfectly with it, as if it had been created on the spot to merge with her.

The scent of her sweat assaulted his sense now, like a battering ram. He slid forwards on his throne as she fell to her back in front of him, looking as if he was going to leap forwards and claim her right then and there, looking like a wild starving predator that had not eaten for days, presented with a banquet before him to feast upon. He opened his mouth to speak, but knew the words would be lost within the bass. Instead simply following her every move with his eyes. As he watched her flip upside down and sensed her cunt soak every inch of her flimsy G-string he stood up, tearing off his shirt and discarding it to the crowd. His erection pulsed and throbbed as if it was a separate part of him, maxed out at its full foot long length it looked even harder and more powerful than the previous night, when he had used it to stretch out her cunt and ass to dimensions which had shredded her very soul in his mind.

Once on his feet he felt in his pocket for the leash she would have fastened to her collar when he was done with her, his eyes returning to her features as she displayed a body which should have left her a cum stained wreck out in the normal world. Her survival never ceased to amaze him and he was grateful she would not be forced to suffer being raped over and over again by humans now, since she was in his protection and under his ownership. A the finish of her dance and as the music started up again, he was faintly aware of the sounds of other patrons coming and orgasming in the darkness, while still others began to fuck in earnest now that Kristen was no longer moving and mesmerizing them.

"That was absolutely amazing." he said, moving up behind her onto the podium, his words a barely restrained growl of pleasure. "Your gifts extend from sheer physical perfection to the ability to mesmerize with the way you move your body, as if you were born upon this earth simply to be a slave to pleasure. My slave, my thrall, my slut." he told her, whispering the words into her ear as he moved around her. "Keep your hands on the pole, don't move them. If you do you will be punished." he commanded, placing his hands on her ass and letting them slide up her, over the swell of her buttocks, around her hips and along the curve of her spine. His thumbs traced it until his hands were on her shoulders, his lips close to her ear so she could hear him over the music.

"I want you to shout out to the crowd. My name is Kristen and I am the master’s thrall. I belong to him. I serve him. I obey his every word as if it were the word of my god. He can fuck me and abuse me until his heart’s content. My body is his to fuck to destruction at his whim. My blood is his to drink and my holes are his to ravage." he growled at her, giving her a pause between each sentence so that she had a chance to repeat what he had said to the crowd. As he did so he kept one hand on her shoulder and used the other to reach down between her legs, showing her g-string the same respect he showed all underwear, which was none. Shredding it before he brought his cock up against her soaking juice drenched cunt flaps, before driving his entire length deep into her cunt in one merciless thrust.

Then he left it there, a foot long shaft of flesh crammed into her cunny, his balls hard against her as he used his panty shredding hand to start teasing her cunt, massaging folds of her own flesh against her clit in circular motions while he allowed his motionless cock to roast her insides. "Keep repeating what I told you to the crowd." he demanded. "Improvise if you have to. Keep it up until you come all over my cock, keep it up until your own foul mouth drives you to expel that evil juice of yours. Only when I feel your tight young cunt soaking my rod will I use your girl lube to ease the way, use it to make my cock slick enough to start really hammering you, like the whore you are... my whore." he commanded her. "Don't forget to keep that grip on the pole either."
 
Kristen’s whole body, head to toe, tingled deliciously with a shiver of sexual awareness as he came toward her, his glorious chest, rippled with muscle, gloriously bare, with his foot long cock bobbing with his movements, almost proudly. Her white teeth bit into her lower lip as he came to stand just behind her. A soft moan wafted from her lips as his breath fanned the shell of her ear, making goose bumps flesh out over her arms, his words almost making her long legs tremble; to think she had felt so powerful just moments before and now, she was reduced to a quivering body full of lust. Whether it was a glimpse of his flesh, the timbre of his voice, or the way he growled like a beast at the sight of her – all of it, every bit of him, made her hot and achy, in all the right ways. She tightened her fingers on the pole, knuckles nearly white with the tension as he promised punishment if she were to draw her hands away. His hands caressed her, sliding up her body and making her moan wantonly until they came to just simply rest on her rounded shoulders.

“M-my name is Kristen!” She cleared her throat, finding her voice feeble at first, but continued on, raising her voice so that the patrons could hear her, though, as she looked, she could see many were occupied with a situation she herself wanted to be in; getting fucked and used by their masters. “I am Master Alex’s thrall!” She wasn’t sure what those words meant, but fuck it if she cared right now, her cunt hot, and throbbing. “I belong to him! I serve him! I obey his every word as if it were the word of my god...” She swallowed thickly, her body trembling from the weight of the words. “He can fuck me and abuse me until his heart is content! My body is his to fuck to destruction at his whim! My blood is his to drink…” She paused, bit her lip, then said the last part, “and my holes are his to ravage, and his alone!” alone was almost whimpered as his claws rendered her already scanty panties to nothing more than shreds of cloth(not that it was much more than that to begin with).

Her hands nearly came off the pole when he shoved his cock into her fuck tunnel in one swift thrust, hard and with a punishing force that would brook no argument. Through sheer will, she kept them on the pole like he’d commanded, a cry of half pain, and immeasurable pleasure, escaping from her throat in a keening cry. Her vaginal walls clutched to his cock like a lifeline, sucking at him, as if his cock would feed her, and sustain her life. She shuddered, breasts heaving as he rested inside of her hole, hot, a brand marking her all over again. Already her arousal was coating his rod, even more so as he stroked her folds and brushed across her sensitized clitoris.

“Y-yes, Master,” she moaned, her hips pressing back against his so that her ass pressed up nicely against his lower torso. She could muster the strength to keep saying the words; voice cracking with moans and whimpers here and there from the feel of his cock spearing her in front of so many people. Should she burn in hell for loving that he was fucking her before an audience? She felt so dirty, so wanton, so…whore-ish. But, she was a whore, she was his whore. “I belong to Master Alex! Mmmm…Serve him, obey him, his word is god’s word!” She whimpered, body shuddering, hands trembling as she clutched to that pole like her life depended on it. “He can fuck me! Abuse me! My blood is his!...ooohh…mmm…m-my holes are his to use, and his alone!”
 
As Kristen spoke the words which her master had commanded her to, she would have felt his shaft pulse and throb inside her. The foot long tube of hot flesh roasted her insides as it lay motionless within her tight young cunt, stretching out the walls of her vaginal tract as the girth slowly increased and her every word seemed to send a twitch and a quiver through it. The huge member swelled inside her with each passing second until it was wedged inside her vice like channel, impossible to move unless she did indeed flood her vaginal duct as she had been instructed. The hand on her shoulder was hard and firm, nails tracing circles in her flesh and leaving crescents in her skin as he played with her flesh there, played with it just as much as his other hand was almost maliciously toying with the folds of her cunt, using them to massage and torment her clit with a constant orbital stroke, altering its rhythm on a whim, assaulting her with a variety of sensations as it changed in speed and strength. All the while his breath caressed the back of her neck, unheard whispers formed from his mouth to wash over her. Spit soaked her earlobes, before they were tortured gently by tooth and fang, a low growl always a breath away as he let his hand stray from her shoulder and into the pocket of his trousers.

Alexander removed the leash he had there, then he carefully snapped it onto the near priceless ruby and diamond studded collar she was wearing, a trinket worth a quarter of a million dollars which was assigned to her without pause. She was worth far more to him and he was amazed at the levels of depravity and destruction he would have gone to in order to acquire her in that moment. Fixing it to her collar he wound the leash around his fist and some strands of her hair, testing it as he pulled back his arm. Sure enough, it tugged viciously at her hair, while at the same time tightening about her throat, slowly choking off her airway, something he knew enhanced a woman's physical pleasure if they were enough of a filthy whore and wild slut to appreciate the exquisite depravities of lust and sex.

The heat of her tight wet cunt smothered his intruding member, steaming it within her core as he left it there; gathering the heat of her body and slowly stewing in the juices he felt start to soak into his flesh. His merciless assault on her clit did not let up for a second and occasionally he would test her grip on the pole by tugging on her hair and by association her throat as he pulled lightly at the leash attached to her. "You're literally my cock hungry bitch now you dirty mouthed young cunt. My bitch and my whore, fucked with every inch of my cock to an audience who would die to lick your flesh or touch your skin. Pleasures they will never know, but which I will experience every night, every night when I consume you and abuse your youthful flesh for my own pleasure and amusement you fucking cock hardening fuck doll." he gasped and groaned the words as he felt his cock strain and stretch her insides, sliding a little as her cunt drenched the passage it was lodged within.

Growling as she pushed her ass into him he felt a rush of ecstasy and dipped down to trace his tongue along her spine to the base of her neck, hot breath sizzling his trail of spit as he tasted her and let his teeth graze her skin. "I think I will keep you here until every single patron in my club has orgasmed or departed. Only then will I fill your tight little fuck tube with my own seed, you wicked slut." he told her in an mixed tone of mad lust and amusement. Setting a almost impossible task for himself in denying himself the pleasure of filling her with his spunk. "Then I may well have you dance again, dance until you drop, dance until your young body can do naught but spasm and shake as I fuck you to the brink of insanity." he told her, knowing full well that there was no power on earth which would enable him to last that long. Even now he could hear her begin to repeat the words he had told her to, it triggered his lust and he eased his cunt teasing hand to her right breast, sinking his nails into her violated flesh as he gripped hard on the leash and collar wound about throat and hair, yanking it hard as he started to thrust into her. Keeping her bent over, arms stretched out the pole as he drove his massive shaft back and forth in her cunt, faster and faster, harder and harder. Each passing second brought the sounds of climax and orgasm from the crowd as it began to thin out. All the while he pounded into her, slowly pulling back until his cock head splayed open her cuntflaps, before driving hard and fast balls deep into her juiced up gash, squeezing himself into her tight cunny and stretching out her insides without mercy. Over and over again he fucked her, thrashing himself into her, his lithe but muscular body hammering into her ass as he violated her cunt with brutal unforgiving penetrations.

"I have been looking forward to this since I fucked you senseless on my bed. How does it feel now Kristen, to command such devotion from a man as powerful as I? Tell me how you love it; use your filthy mouth to spill forth profanity. Defile everything with your words, declare to the world, the world within this club how much you need my cock, how much you crave it, how you were born a whore to serve me and only... AUUNNHHH!!" he grunted, fingers and thumb moving to crush her nipple as he brought himself to the edge of orgasm, then faded back from it, maintaining a irregular pace as her sluttish body almost drove him to climax. His body shook, then he began again, more fiercely than ever, pounding himself into her until the pole itself began to quiver and shake.

Shouts and comments filtered through from those patrons left fucking and watching.

“Fuck her!”
“Fuck your whore harder!”
“Rip that slut apart!”
“Fuck her ass!”
“Fuck her mouth!”
“Make that little cunt scream…make her… AUUNNHH… MASTER I’M COMING!”
 
His tormenting hand continued to caress and slick over her the splayed lips of her cunt that drenched his intruding cock eagerly with her arousal. She kept her hands placed against the pole, holding on tightly should the urge come upon her to pull them from the now warm metal; it was an endeavor as the minutes and seconds ticked by, her hands becoming damp with sweat, making it hard not to slip. Not that she was paying a whole lot of attention to that, as it seemed insignificant compared to the sensation of being torn apart and stretched to the point of no return; she’d think that given the torture she had been given the night before, her body would have stretched some to help accommodate his girth and length, yet, it seemed as massive and consuming as it had the night before. Shoved deep inside of her wet cunt, like a white hot brand that left no question of whom she belonged to. If there was – the collar should be enough to say otherwise, yet, even now, she vaguely caught that he was pulling a leash forward and clipping it to the ruby and diamond studded claim of possession.

Kristen gasped as he wound it around his fist and tugged, it catching not only the strands of hair from her pink wig, but also tightening the collar’s hold around her throat. It choked her a slight, at first catching her off guard. She almost – almost – took her hands from the pole to clutch at her neck, but she managed to suppress the urge and instead, let it enhance her aroused euphoria. It made her almost feel high, drugged up in some sort of nearly intangible euphoric land of happiness and pleasure. Her cunt answered by drenching him further, her long, lithe legs trembling as she pressed her ass back against him.

His words further gave life to the depravity he’d seemed at awaken within her. His tongue on her skin, sliding up her spine, made her whimper and shudder pleasantly. He was a brutal man, driven by passion, lust, control, an almost animalistic nature, and an old world mentality. He had been alive for God knows how long; no doubt he’d learned that with his gift, there was not a thing he could not have, in this world, or any for that matter. He had the strength, the will, the power, speed, senses, and hunger than no human dared to take on and if they were stupid enough to try, they would end up much like the meal he had earlier in the evening. Poor fools, all of them. And it wasn’t like she was suffering at the hands of a monster; he hadn’t harmed her seriously and was giving her unmatchable pleasure, when he didn’t have to. He could simply take what he wanted, but he seemed to delight in the full surrender to the depravity she was realizing had been hidden deep within her, awakened to his touch.

She almost whimpered at his words; she wanted him to move, to thrust himself hard and fast into her cunt. In a way, she almost wished he would fuck her to the brink of insanity. To be able to feel pleasure intense enough to cause that…well…it would be a mind altering, mind numbing experience. Would she even want anything other than his cock at that point? It was hard to think of anything other than him and his cock as it was. She cried out as he tightened his grip on her leash and suddenly pulled from her, to shove himself back hard and deep. Her whole body shuddered. She was almost thankful, her own body moving back against his, her cunt a white hot fuck tunnel made to please his massive cock as it speared her, and branded her with each thrashing thrust. Her moans were loud, and matched much of the crowd’s noises, shouts, and cries of pleasure.

“I crave it…unghh!” She tightened her hands on the pole, shuddering. “I crave it, your cock, all the time, you…I crave you, I can’t get enough! Mmmm, unngghhh…I was born to serve you, to be your whore! Ungh ungh!” Her words were cut off, much like his own had been. She groaned loud, pushed just to the brink, before he eased a moment to pinch and twist at a hardened nipple. Before she could beg him to keep going, to push her over the edge, he was starting again, even harder and rougher than before. “OH GODS! YES!” She cried out, whimpering almost, tears of pleasure sliding down her pale cheeks, her whole body trembling from the onslaught that he was bestowing upon her.

Her eyes watched as the patrons of the establishment enjoyed their own pleasures, all eyes on her as they did so; it was almost empowering, as if she was the source of all their pleasure and not the holes they were fucking, or the cocks fucking said holes. All of this was enough to nearly put her over the edge, it was there, teasing her, taunting her, but it was almost as if her body had tuned itself to wait for his commands; as if her desirable frame and luscious body was waiting for him to tell her that she could cum hard and coat his cock with her juices and let him know exactly how much she was enjoying herself in her new found depravity.
 
Kristen's body was driving Alexander wilder by the second, it was not just the look of her hair and the way it announced her as being a cum crazed slut. It was not merely the sound of her voice echoing through his soul as his ears drank in the sound of her as hungrily as his cock feasted on her innards. It was not just the tight cunt wrapped around his cock that had driven him to start fucking her long before she had come all over him to lubricate the way. It was everything about her, everything he could verbalise and everything he could simply feel or experience as her body seemed to merge with his cock and it was as if they were one single creature, one life form created and dedicated to fucking until they could no longer draw breath.

This was a woman he had been waiting for his whole life, even her blood was like fire in his veins, giving him strength the likes of which he could scarce recall. Fuelling him to be able to fuck her even longer and even harder than any who had come before her. The only certainty was that none could match her or come after her, this human vessel would serve as his fuck toy until he had drank enough of her blood to fill him twice over... then he would consider turning her, then and only then... for to lose the taste of her blood would be akin to chopping off a limb or burning himself in the sun until he exploded.

As he realised the effect his collar and leash were having upon her, with the way her cunt soaked and drenched his cock with obvious signs of her pleasure, he twisted hsi fingers to ensure that not merely false pink strands were ensnared, but her own hair beneath them as well. Making sure she would feel every tug herself, every stroke which would cause him to yank on her collar and chain as if she were some possession enslaved to his pleasure as well as her own, which of course in his mind she was. There was no escape from this now, none at all.

"Get used to this my whore, this is but a glimpse of the life you joined when you entered this place. I have many things to show you, many places to take you, even abroad soon. For now though you will be drilled and hammered, fucked and abused, ravaged and ravished in public and in AAHHHH... private, until I am read to take your cum christened body to even newer heights." he growled into her ear as his cock seemed to feed and flourish under the assault of her flooded cunt. Her cunt juice lubricating the way to let him power deeper and faster thrusts into her body, heating her tight narrow tube with the friction as he violated her with a feverish lust that consumed his attention and drove him to more frenzied thrusting than ever before.

"The more pleasure you feel, the happier you make your master, my young slut. You will be rewarded for your depravity and your lust for sex. Even when you are bound, branded, choked and flogged it will be for your own good. It will be in a way that drives you to orgasm. It will be in a way which makes you want to scream in pleasure at your masters touch, a way that makes you want to soak yourself in your own juices, a way which makes you want to expel the contents of your foaming and creaming cunt all over his cock. Understand Kristen, your depravity and devotion is now to the pleasing and pleasuring of your master, because only at the end of my tongue, my fingers, my cock and even my hand will you find ecstasy." he said, moving his free hand to slap down hard upon her right ass cheek, leaving her taut flesh quivering and reddening as he pounded into her dripping wet cunny.

He gasped and groaned as his hand left her red ass to stroke up and down her stomach, travelling up to the swell of a tit he would squeeze with his powerful hands, before easing down to tease at her groin and slide until his finger tips were dancing across her clit as his cock beat a never ending relentless rhythm into her cunt. His body leaned over her and his breath assaulted her skin, washing over it and warming it as he alternated between licking the back of her neck and teasing her flesh with his fangs. Sucking on her earlobe and trailing kisses up and down her throat. Wrenching her head about by her hair and wig, choking back her neck as he took what he wanted while giving her every inch of boiling hot cock he could force into her tiny young fuck tube.

The last of the patrons had been worn out and left either ravaged to rags or in one case dead from the intense pleasure and the inexcusable savaging of their master. One by one the cum soaked and orgasm riddled audience were thinned out and dispatched to the shadows until the only ones left were Alexander and Kristen. As soon as they were alone in the spotlight with only fading groans he slipped his right arm about her waist, lifting her up off the ground as he fucked his massive cunt destroying tube into her cunny. Then his other hand tugged at her choke collar, an inexorable pressure building as it became clear he was trying to pull her away from the pole.

"I'm going to pull you free, slam you down on all fours and fuck you until your cunt weeps with joy all over my cock you little whore. That is unless you hold on and stop me. If you don't I'll have to spank you for your disobedience, but don't worry... you'll like it. Now, I'm going to count to ten and when I'm done I want you to come all over my cock and scream how much you fucking love it, scream so loud they can hear you in the street. I want you to scream and let yourself go like the depraved cock loving whore in training that you are. Now… every time I count I want you to say Thank you master until your tight young cunt has flooded, you filthy little bitch." he growled loudly, his cock moving in and out of her at a blistering pace now.

“One… two… three… four…”
 
It was becoming increasingly difficult for Kirsten to follow Alexander’s words as his cock pounded into her again, over and over, stretching her and rubbing at her in that way that kept her precariously close to the edge of release. Her body trembled and shuddered, breaths falling out in short gasps, or whimpers of pleasure, or even, in some cases, loud, begging moans for more. From an outside standpoint, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, or that she had even willingly walked back into it when she knew she should have run. But God help her, she couldn’t help herself. Not when it was just this fucking good. Despite her physical exhaustion when they’d been separated, her body had only ached and begged for his return. God forbid, he was right – she had turned into a hungry cock whore, but never once had her mind strayed from his sexy and lithe body, or his monstrous massive cock. Cock hungry whore…for him, it seemed. Not that she was complaining. Hell no.

She gasped and whimpered lowly as his strong hand slapped down onto her supple, pale ass cheek that was now stinging and turning a reddish pink in response. Her cunt flooded appreciatively. A shudder wracked her body as his hand trailed up to squeeze her breast, the pink tip hard against his palm as his skin brushed over her. Moans came from his lips as they teased at her back, before assaulting her ear, making her whimper and tremble in his hold, even as she cried out as his cock pushed its entire length into her small, but eager hole that only wanted more and more of him despite how stuffed it was, and despite how he wrenched her head back, it only served to push her higher and she wondered how much longer she could hold out for.

When he slipped his arm around her waist and lifted, she was only vaguely aware that the patrons had all left or been used to the point of blacking out, or in one case, of no return. He yanked on her collar and she almost panicked when her sweaty palms slipped across the surface of the metal pole, until she heard his words saying that he was going to pull her free and slam her down on her hands and knees, and fuck her like the whore she was. She wanted to be insulted, but god, the thought only made her cunt weep more juices of her arousal onto his massive cock. She couldn’t help it anymore, in a way she knew this was who she was really supposed to be. She whimpered and moaned loud at his words, but nodded, letting go of the pole as he instructed so he could adjust them by slamming her onto her hands and knees on the floor, her whole body shuddering as she caught herself on her elbows, his cock sliding in and out hard, a blistering pace that made it hard for her to do anything else but arch her back and moan like a wanton bitch.

Say thank you, say thank you! She cried out to herself, to remind her of his words. “Thank you master!...Thank you master!...Thank you master!...Thank you master!...” she kept repeating it, after each of his counts, her body shuddering, her voice raising in pitch as he pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm she would never forget. She bit her lip, and her wall clenched tight on him, but she managed to keep herself finishing, remembering he said at ten…so close, oh please. Oh god.
 
Over and over her hot wet channel stroked and massaged his cock as it drilled into her without mercy. His teeth clenched again and again and his breath hissed from his body as her insides roasted his cock as easily as his huge cock boiled the juices and secretions that were building inside her tight ravaged cunt. The tightness it maintained all the way through his violating assault never ceased to amaze him, as he considered for a moment whether it was down to her natural tightness or the fact that her presence caused his cock to grow bigger inside her the more that he fucked her. He distracted himself time and time again from exploding inside her and drowning the four walls of her sucking hole in spunk. He distracted himself by searing her flesh with his lips, by slicing open her corset down the back and watching it fall from her body, by licking a trail up her exposed spine and by sucking on her moistened flesh as his hands teased and tormented her newly revealed tits and nipples..

Her flesh was coated by his spit and his breath now, as he groaned at the impossible unrelenting heat of her body which bathed his shaft and heated his tongue. The taste of her and the smell of her invaded and engulfed his senses as he sought to overload each one of them with the very essence of her core. The sight of her body stoked long dead fires inside him, pushing his erection to a size larger than ever. Her taste and her smell drowned him in a wave of lust, her touch set what remained of his soul ablaze with desire and her moans and whimpers called to him to pound his cock into her with even more dedicated thrusts and begged for him to power each stroke as deep as he could.

Without an audience to perform to or slow down for, he indulged himself to the limit, hands and nails scoring her flesh as his hips powered deeper and harder penetrations into her body as he amused himself. His eager fucking serving to let him see if she would let go of the pole and succumb to a pile driving fuck and spanking or simply hold on and endure a brutal fucking dangling from his cock instead. He had no real preference and had decided that she would be subjected to all of it anyway, that she would be ravaged in every way he could imagine. Yet almost before he could come to the conclusion that she was in a no win situation she had consigned herself to her fate.

"You let go? I see... that means you get spanked and fucked... very good Kristen, very good." he growled as her body was torn loose of the metal pillar and slammed down onto the podium it rose out of. Her felt her cunt flood and soaking his shaft even more, enabling it to drill in and out of her drenched snatch with even more efficiency. Once she was on all fours he shifted forwards, his hands moving now, both fisting about her wig and her own hair in a vice like grip as his cock powered down into her cunt at a sharp angle, plunging into her dripping gash with loud sucking noises as it pulled out, splaying her folds asunder, before being forced back into her juiced up cunny, every stroke taking him deep into a squat above and around her as his balls were mashed into her body and his throat let forth a groan of pleasure as every inch of his cock was coated in her cunt and sucked on by the slice of heaven which was her slit.

As she reached five in her count he began to spank her, in between each cuntjuice coated thrust his hand slapped down on her taut and firm ass cheeks, right to left, leaving a single fist wound about her collar and hair. The leather circle choked her with every thrust, before allowing her the opportunity to breath. His engorged and massive penis stretched out her cunt until he too decided to count for her, counting down until he reached ten... at which point he withdrew entirely from her cunt, his juice streaked and dripping rod twitching and jerking as it speared down towards her. This time however he drove the entire length into her ass, the word ten lost in a howl of ecstasy as his balls drained and he came hard into her anal tract, flooding her bowels with come and filling her rectal tube until spurts of his demonic and sinful seed spurted from her rim, splattering out past the imperfect seal as he pulled back and drove into her anus again and again, battering into her ass with a euphoric and semi coherent daze, collapsing onto her back and forcing her down to the ground as his body spasmed and shook through his intense orgasm, their juices flowing together to cement their bond and their sin.

Barley able to speak, he forced words from his mouth. "Your body, your outfit... your hair... your soul.. every one of my senses that you set alight, it all drives me wild. Everything about you has either condemned you or rewarded you by binding my presence to you for all eternity. Now, you filthy little whore, now you have to be punished for releasing the pole, just as you knew you would be." he growled at her. Pushing himself up he kept his cock lodged with her rectal tract as he unclipped the chain from her neck, letting her head shift forward. He raked her back with his nails, leaving a long furrow of a scratch to guide him and then he began to lightly flog her with it, lashing her with the chain and complimenting each blow with a long hard thrust into her ass, followed by another into her sodden cunt. Lash followed thrust, followed lash, followed thrust. "Fuck yourself onto me, fuck yourself onto me and make me come again you delicious slut, fuck me while I beat an orgasm out of your sin riddled young body." he gasped... before starting to count.

He reached but ten, before he abandoned the chain and simply forced her down by her shoulders and turned his entire attention to stretching open her innards and ass fucking her to oblivion... growling and scratching at her like a wild animal and a beast driven made with lust... "Tell me how much you love it Kristen, tell me how you crave this, tell me how you love your new life as a sin riddled cum slut of Satan himself, of how you are now nothing more than the flesh put upon this earth to bring me pleasure... for surely no other woman will feel the heat of my cock or the caress of my lips while you draw breath!" he groaned, lost in a haze of insane ecstasy. A final shred of conscious thought enabling him to shift a free hand around her to sink two fingers into her cunt as he rammed himself home in her ass with a brutal erratic rhythm.
 
The corset fell free from her with no resistance, her mind caught up in the sensations that were making it far too hard to think, but left her all instincts and reactions. Not that that was a bad thing. She hissed with pleasure as his nails scored over her pale skin, moans following suit, loud and excited as he continued to torment her weeping gash with his massive length that never let up on its brutality, or its searing pleasure as it branded her upon each entry into her fuck hole, leaving her shuddering and moaning to every one. His words had her confused for a moment; hadn't he been pulling her from the pole? He had wanted her to let go, hadn't he? She shuddered at the promise of a spanking - where it should have frightened her, or turned her off, it only served to push her higher...if that were even possible. She felt at her limit already, but her body kept proving her that she could keep going, and in fact loved it, and even wanted more.

Kristen's moans were loud, she couldn't help it. Her small tits bounced with their movements as he thrust hard and without reserve into wet, tight, nearly continuously shuddering cunt. She couldn't help herself, she really couldn't. Even when he wrenched his hand in the wig and her hair, thrusting so deep she feared he may very well tear her apart. And he could, she had no doubt about that. This vampire had awoken some part of her that should have frightened her, a dark piece of her soul that was loving every bit of torment he was lashing upon her, no matter what it did to her physically.

She cried out with pleasure, and a bit with pain, as he slapped his hand down hard on her supple ass, making her cheeks tighten slightly in reflex. The collar pulled tight with each thrust, making it hard to breathe, but the slightly cut off from oxygen only served to help her ride the waves of pleasure, if not enhance them. He pulled from her and she was given a short reprieve, before he shoved his cock into her anally, without any preamble. She nearly screamed, her body unprepared for it, but he didn't let up, pushing deep, making her moan and whimper as he let loose his endless torrent of inhuman sperm into her ass. It was hot and made her whole body nearly spasm in a shudder, the burning sensation mixing with the slight pain she'd experienced when he'd placed himself there, the seed filling her up completely before slipping free from the ring to coat her thighs as her juices had done. He continued to thrust in a lustful haze, the sounds loud as their bodies came together in that primal, taboo way. She had to bite her lip and simply moan, hands fisted against the floor as she took it.

Just when she thought he couldn't take anymore, she heard his words. Now, you filthy little whore, now you have to be punished for releasing the pole, just as you knew you would be. Oh god, what did he have in store for her now? Already her body was protesting from his abuse, but she couldn't deny that she loved it. Her throat was getting sore too, she realized, but it didn't stop her from crying out as he released the leash from her and began to flog her youthful, enticing flesh it. Her skin instantly reddened, and she couldn't stop her eyes from watering, errant drops sliding down her cheeks as she took her punishment. She did as he said, pushing her hips back against him, so that he continued to fuck her ass, her whole body trembling, a mass of overstimulated nerves and a bundle of sin ridden flesh.

"I love it...I DO! I do love it!" She cried in response to his words, giving into his every demand, his hand pressing her shoulders down so that she were pressed to the floor, her ass high in the air as he fucked it. It was an empowering thing, to hear that she could do this to a man, nearly drive him insane with her flesh, nearly mad with desire to taste her, touch her, fuck her until she was unable to walk. Hisses of pain came as he scored her flesh with his nails, but it didn't stop her from doing as he had demanded, pushing back against him as he really began to fuck her in earnest.

When he shoved two of his fingers into her sodden cunt, she couldn't hold it back any longer; had the world's survival hinged on her holding her release back, she would have failed, even then. She screamed, so over stimulated, every part of her aching and yet throbbing with pleasure. Her cunt spasmed on his fingers, her juices flowing out over them as she clenched on him hard, coating their little love alcove with her own release, much as his had moments before. She nearly wept with the intensity of her orgasm as she rode it out, but didn't dare stop pushing her hips back against him until he, too, came again. "Oh, GOD! YES! MMMMMmmm, uunnnggghhhh..."
 
Alexander was beyond any limits he had set himself in the past, beyond the limits he set himself when he was with frail and feeble women who's names and deeds were now lost in time. It was clear that his devotion to Kristen had become more and more solidified. Just as his cock had become harder and harder as it ravaged her anal tract and stretched out her tightest and filthiest hole, while he was busy lost in a euphoric haze. His knowledge of the world reduced to simply being Kristen's tight holes and methods for him to drive his cock into them.

"That's it Kristen, take it, take every fucking thrust I deliver to your youthful cunt. Wallow in the depravity I bring to your young body, that I inflict upon your mind and that I have created for you to see, so that you can indulge your soul in the wild opportunity for sin which I have provided you." he gasped. The sound of the slapping of his balls against her flesh was almost deafening now, as he really began to fuck her hard in the quiet club, instead of digging deep into reservoirs of strength to resist her flesh and give her some semblance of a break. Every inch of his cock was slick with her juices and eased the passage of his shaft into the tight hole of her rectum, burrowing deep into her tight tube of sucking flesh as he drenched his shaft with each intrusive penetration.

"I'm your god now, you young slut. My young slut. I'm you're god." he grunted as she cried out in orgasm, continuing to grind her cunt onto his merciless probing fingers as he used their insertion into her soaking cunny to tighten his entrance into her ass, making every thrust into her rectal cavity a battle to force his length entirely into her. Even with his cum leaking from her anus and lubricating the way it was a struggle to cram his cock into her tiny entrance, her every inch stroking and caressing his manhood as it drilled without pause into her spasming and throbbing frame. Her orgasm causing him to take pause for a single instant, to wallow in the feeling of her cunt clenching at his fingers.

He dragged his cock out of her ass and sank it back into her cunt, eager to catch a few of the fading convulsions as his fingers simple occupied themselves by teasing and toying with the flesh of her clitoral hood, his focus now returned to her cunt while her ass was left to weep his satisfaction, cum oozing from it as he rejoined her cunt and began to fuck away in her primary fuck hole.

Leaning down he indulged himself with a lick of his tongue trailing up her spine and back, cleaning any traces of blood from her scratches and savouring the brief taste of her perfect blood as his cock fought and strained to slide back and forth in her narrow slot. The huge member stretching it as never before while the juices of her ass seemed to thicken and widen his girth even more. His hands left the chain to slide coolly across her flesh and onto the ground, so they could shift around her body, moving to stroke down her sides and over her thighs, shifting onto the stockings she wore. His fingertips began caressing her skin as they travelled back and forth over the material of the sheer leg coverings, his mouth was now searing the back of her neck with his lips and he folded himself over her with a groan of pleasure and ecstasy. His powerful but lithe body began pounding his pelvis into her, at the same time his throbbing and engorged cockhead slid against the four walls of her cunt, penetrating deep with each thrust, his body shifting to drive it home at a slightly different angle every time.

"You see how hard you are coming my little cumslut. I doubt you ever realised what fate would deliver to you when you first walked into this place and into my existence. Now your body is truly put to use for the purpose it was crafted for. Now you are able to bring pleasure, not only to your master, but to those lucky enough to bear witness to your bouts of depravity and your youthful exuberance, as you are fucked senseless." he growled at her as sweat beaded his brow and his shaft carried on nailing deep into her sucking cunt juice drenched cock sheath. Already she pushed and drew him towards another climax, another furious release which he could scarcely hold back from.

Forcing her down flat to the floor of the podium he pinned her there with his muscular frame and began to fuck her from the hips, keeping most of his cock inside her narrow channel as he ground thrust after thrust into her cunny, dragging his cock back and forth in the vice like furnace of her tight young cunt but never leaving it, smearing their juices across her legs and stomach as he ground himself into her with a relentless fervour that bordered on madness. His hands moved to the floor either side of her and he began to push himself up and then drop himself down, powering his half thrusts into her body and rolling his chest and abs against her arching spine as he manipulated her entire body with his own.

As his second orgasm washed out her cunt and flooded every inch of it, coating every nook and cranny of her insides with his sperm, he dragged himself to his feet. Reaching up to tear the pole loose from the ceiling, bending it over at a ninety degree angle. He then hauled Kristen to her feet, picking up the chain to wrap it around her wrists, before tossing it over the pole. Using the improvised structure to haul Kristen onto her feet, then up onto her toes, her arms stretched out above her head, her body drawn tight as he looked at her, letting his nails trace about her body, from mound to throat as he kept her balanced before him, his seed pouring down her thighs and soaking her stocking.

"Whatever shall I do with you now..." he growled, though the cum and cunt covered shaft which jutted up vertically before him suggested he already had a plan. "I have far better facilities at my castle Kristen. Would you like to visit it? Do you have a passport or will I have to as good as kidnap you and smuggle you out of the country?" he asked her as he stopped his trailing fingers on a nipple and began to idly play with the tiny nub.

"While you ponder that I want you to lift yourself up, lock your heels behind my back and sink your cunt onto my cock, otherwise you will be punished... before having a chance to try again." he smirked.
 
She groaned, a cry out as he pressed her flat to the podium, every nerve and muscle in her body aching and over stimulated, and yet she wanted more, for it to never stop. He seemed intent on that, as well, as his hips continued to slam against hers, his cock a steel, undeniable , rod that pierced her over and over, stretching her out in ways she hadn’t thought was possible – she hadn’t thought a cock could be as large as his, either, though. She shuddered as he filled her to the brim, again, leaving no single piece of her untouched, inside, by his hot, nearly scolding, cum – a whimper of pleasure would follow, nearly a keen, whole body one wracking shudder.

She does her best not to stumble as he drags her to her feet, her body screaming at her in protest, breath still little pants from exertion. She misses, with her hazy gaze, as he tosses the chain over the pole but shudders again as he uses the improvised wrack to haul her to her feet, pulling the chain until she was displayed there, arms high above her, breasts heaving, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, his seed trickling from her – with bodily shivers at the feeling – to coat her limber and pale thighs, even so much as to soak the tops of her stockings. She licked her lips and bit back a whimper as he growled at her, her nipples peaking into hard buds at the sound – god, what was wrong with her, that he could affect her so much with such a simple noise?
She bit her lip with a soft whimper as he toys with her hard, tiny pink pebbled nipple that was practically begging to be touched by him. She tried to register his words through the haze of pleasure/pain.

“I have a passport,” she finally gasps out after his final words, gathering all her strength to do as he says; her body is screaming at her not to, that she can’t handle anymore, but she knows the punishment would be far worse than what this would take out of her; she was athletic, flexible, and limber, she could do this and her cunt was practically throbbing at the idea of his cock filling her again.

She grasps at the chains that hold her up, get a solid grip, so that she can lift herself enough to swing her legs up and hook them – albeit a little difficultly seeing as how slicked up she seemed to be – on his hips; she then curls them around his waist, locking her ankles together at the small of his back, hooking them tight lest she slip. Her slippery, hot, cum-soaked cunt lips slide against the head of his cock and she shudders, before steeling herself, and angling her hips down into his, her cunt lips spreading wide over his shaft as it ate it up until she was seated against him to the base, her head thrown back and body shuddering with pleasure. Her cunt grips at him like substance, eagerly wrapping him like a tight, velvet vice, even as rubbed raw by his cock as it had been already.

“AH! Unnnmmmm, mmmmmm.” Her breasts heave and move with each breathless whimper, each moan, every little delicious sound that she makes for his benefit.
 
Alexander had held back, and indulged himself in playing the part of someone with a shred of restraint, for long enough. He was a vampire, a creature of the night they called them, when in reality he was a creature of the flesh and a fiend of blood. His craving was not for the blood of a woman but for the searing insides and hot flesh that Kristen had, the body and mind of a whore wrapped up in the shell of a princess and looks of a goddess. That was it, she was a goddess given human form and dragged into his presence by fate, by fate or by the devil himself, sending her to be baptised in sin and bathed in depravity.

"Convenient." he said to her admission of having a passport. It would make it easier for him to take her away and see to it that she continued her life in surroundings more appropriate for one he intended to make his bride one day, one day soon. The world of so called darkness needed to be aware of her significance and her worth in the scheme of his life and the surroundings of his home.

He felt her slick legs struggle to wrap about him as he stood there, waiting to feel her tight young cunt once more slide onto his cock. Already the fierce lust fuelled madness was rising within him. Her display had been well received and now it was time to feast on her in every way possible. He had made a mistake wasting his time with lesser women, draining them dry was a mistake when the blood he sought was that which was matured within her body and her veins. It was only from her neck he could satiate his need for the pulsing red fluid that dominated his thoughts and drove his everlasting hunger. Her flesh and her blood was what was needed, regardless of any danger or lacking of it.

Alexander stood, admiring her pale drawn taut flesh as she impaled herself on his rigid shaft, watching it vanish inch by inch into her tight young cunt as she abused and violated her body by plunging it onto the pillar of steel hard flesh which rose up in worship of her small fragile looking beauteous frame. With a hiss of his teeth he snapped his fingers and two women, shackled and chained, were dragged into view behind him. A man in a white coat was with them, carrying a case and some tubing and other assorted equipment. Alexander barely acknowledged them, simply licking his lips as he looked at Kristen, reaching out to scratch the nails of his left hand from her tits to her cunt, leaving red racks through her flesh as his other hand went to her throat and began to squeeze it, choking her until he had lifted her up and off his cock until the head was simply stretching open the entrance to her hot wet cunt.

"They're here to provide you with blood. I need more from you, if I take too much then they'll be drained dry to provide you with more. Think of yourself as a living conduit for me to slake my thirst with, my thirst for blood and my hunger for your cunt. Now, fuck me you whore, you goddess of sluts made flesh for my amusement and lust, fuck that cunt onto me, see if you can wreck me before I take you and drink from the veins beneath my fingers, veins which are mine, which belong to me as much as you do my love. Show me just how worthy you are of my attention, attention which will eventually bind you to me as my bride. Show me the energy of youth and vitality of life before I drain you dry and condemn you to undeath at my side. Fuck me...fuck me... fuck me you sin loving whore, you filthily little fuck junkie, you godless and blasphemous slut." he demanded, a madness and all consuming lust burning in his gaze as he licked at his blood coated nails before sinking one into her left nipple and stretching her insides with a clenching of his teeth and a shift of his hips entrenching his cock into her sopping fuck sodden slit. He growled as his tongue caressed his fangs and he watched her, listened to the blood pulsing through her body as he readied himself to take what he wanted from her hot thrashing body.

"Feed me!" he growled with a wild animalistic lust. "Feed me your cuntjuice or your blood, you decide Kristen. Feed me!" he growled louder and louder as he moved his hips to aid her task.
 
Kristen wasn't so much coherent as she was instinctual, her body and mind following his orders almost mindlessly, whatever it took to receive more of this unimaginable, near maddening, pleasure he had bestowing upon her since the moment they'd come together; to think a random choice of bars had led to such an alteration of her life. Not that she cared now – she was addicted to him; his touch, his taste, his cock, his scent, his bite; everything about him was a lure to her and she would burn helplessly at his hands. Her pleasure hazed gaze saw the man with the two chained women, and the equipment, but could barely register anything beyond herself as she continuously rose and dove her hips, her abused cunt eagerly eating up his cock with each motion. His nails scratched over her already scratched, flushed flesh, drawing beads of blood as they went; she gasped as his hand wrapped around her throat, ceasing her movements as he lifted her until he simply stretched open her entrance with the head of his cock.

She wheezed, his hand making it hard for her to suck into more than a faint breath through flared nostrils, her body shuddering as he choked her. She trembled at his words, her eyes wide, yet still filled with pleasure; the things he was saying seemed almost impossible, but really what he was was also impossible. This was the moment when she realized there was no escape from him, that she was his irrevocably always and forever, until death and then even after; to use, abuse, and discard if he so wished.

“Oh god,” she gasped the words on a strangled moan as he sank his nail into her nipple and making it bleed, but it was brief at best as his hips shifted forward to slam his cock back within her abused, youthful body. Her back arched of its own volition, her teeth biting into her lower lip as he took over her task and worked her body like the master he was; should he ever discard of her, she knew she would never be the same and knew, no one in this world and any other, would be able to satisfy her. He had depraved her. “YES! Do whatever you wish to me! Unnnngh, feed from me! I want it, I want it,” she swore she could have been delirious, but pleasing him, it was the best aphrodisiac.
 
Alexander continued to thrust and gyrate his hips, fucking her from his waist as his cock slid in and out of her drenched slow and he moved his hands to cup the swell of her ass cheeks, raking her taut firm buttocks with his nails and leaving a series of red tracks through her flesh as he dug at her, seeking to pierce her with nail and cock and fang, his lips against her throat, his breath hot against the sensitive skin there. His spit soaked her and moistened the target he was aiming for, then his fangs were in her, penetrating her body as easily as his cock was driving hard into her slit. "I am your god now, your master, lover and beast all in one. I will bind you to me through sex and lust and desire. Your whore's body and goddesses looks will slake my thirst and save thousands from my wrath, but not all. Some will still have to fall to give me what I want from your flesh." he growled, through the rivulets of blood which flowed out of her veins and into his mouth.

He drank and drank and drank from her, guzzling her blood into his throat as he feasted on her flesh, his body thrusting and slamming harder and wilder into her own. He paused after what seemed like an eternity of frenzied drinking to draw away from her throat, sealing her wound with some of his own blood as he tore her free of the makeshift stand he had created on the small stage setting. Clearly overcome with a wild and animalistic urge to ravage her he flung her down on the ground and tore at her clothes with his nails, shredding her lingerie and ripping and clawing at her stockings as he laid her down and kept his position between her legs. Her ankles still behind his back as he began to thrust like a maniac into her body, hammering her against the floor with a steady thumping beat as he ploughed his cock into her weeping juice drenched cunt with a feverish desperation that sent shudders through his body from the impacts.

Over and over again his long hard cock crammed itself into her innards, ploughing open the folds of her quim and piercing deep into her cunt until his cock head was stretching her used and abused cunt to new dimensions of pleasure. His fingers found their way to her hair and wrenched and tore at her pink wig until it was gone and his fingers were buried in her own strands, tugging at her scalp as his lips seared her own and she would taste her own blood on his lips as he stroked his tongue against her own and fought to stuff every inch of his foot long abomination of a cock into her tiny cunny.

"You are so fucking perfect Kristen, I should punish you for keeping yourself from me for so long. You will not be some mere slave to be fucked to destruction, I will make you a queen, a queen of darkness who will have power and respect... except when you are with me, when you are with me you will be nothing more than a nasty little whore who hungers for my cock as much as I hunger for her wet sucking cunt." he told her, drilling the words into her mind with each vicious and merciless thrust into her body, as he fucked her before the servants who hand arrived to see to her if required.

Her tight young cunt drove him wild and with the renewed vigour of her blood in his own veins he thrust into her with a refreshed and hungry passion, every stroke taking his cock from tip to balls as he tore and wrenched what little lingerie remained on her to leave her naked body pinned beneath him. "Now show them, show these slaves and show your master how queen of whores comes for her king. Come all over me you screaming whore, foam your juices all over my cock and bellow out your orgasm like a good little slut should, my good little slut... AAUuhhh!!" he groaned and growled as waves of ecstasy rode back and forth through his body as he wrought ungodly havoc upon her flesh.
 
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