Since I was a little girl, I had always been an attraction and left a lasting impression on people. From when I was born, people found me an uncanny beauty and no one failed to tell so. I had a head of full jet black curly hair and sparkling mysterious large grey eyes that held their fair share of secrets. My skin was somewhat pale, and in contrast, were my lips which were blood red. I know, this sounds like I’m like part of the Addams family or some sort of goth person but I’m really not. My looks are just far different from others but that’s what adds to my beauty. My eyelashes were long, full, dark and curled just slightly at the ends. On my pale skin were a few tiny beauty spots which enhanced my outstanding beauty. At 13, my chest began to sprout little mountains of breasts. Compared to everyone else my age, my breasts were pretty big and when I wore my little extra small t-shirts to school, my breasts automatically became enhanced as they stuck out for the world to see. By the time I was 13, I had figured out my beauty and the power I had over people. I could get whatever I wanted just by batting my eyelashes, flirting a little bit, and exposing just enough skin to send any man running wild. I was possibly the most dangerous young woman in my small town. It was a game to me…and I was winning. All men were my pawns.
By 16, my breasts had developed to a size 32DD and thanks to my cursed genetics, I was sometimes lactating. My breasts were firm enough not to sag but still soft to the touch; they were attractive to everyone, including myself. I loved to fondle the soft firm breasts that attracted people far and wide. My areolas were large and my nipples were extremely puffy and very sensitive. I spent hours exercising and I had developed the perfect body, a flat stomach (with just a small swell at the bottom) with small belly button ring that hung on my navel. To the right of my navel was a tattoo of a butterfly. My legs were long, sexy, and I loved teasing people with them. My ass had to be the worst of my features though. My ass was not flat, it was curvy and moderate sized. By the time I was in high school, I’d figured out how to cheat and slut my way to getting the marks I wanted without actually having to have sex. I never had to pay for anything. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I paid for something. I easily got accepted to the best universities in the country simply by teasing. I had a PhD in seduction even before I got to university. I was a temptress, a provocateur, and I was dangerous. Once in college though, things began to get hard and I discovered that I couldn’t slut my way with most teachers, some of them were actually “honest”. For once in my life, I had to do this thing called work…and I had to do a lot of it. The workload for too much so I decided that it would be easier to take my courses during the night that way I wouldn’t waste my life partying, and could focus more on school. That’s when I met him.
He was different from all the other guys I’d met. Much older. He had jet black hair with a few silver specks, dark eyes and extremely pale skin like he’d never seen the sun in his life. His body was well built with the muscles in the proper places to make him look so attractive. He was always dressed completely in black expensive brand name clothing and never talked, but the most interesting thing about his, were his teeth which were white, extremely straight and very wolfish. At each side of his mouth were fang like teeth and when he smiled, his fangs glittered into the night. He looked just like the perfect vampire. He was so dark and mysterious, I was instantly attracted to him and all I could think about was him fucking me intensely. I had never felt this type of attraction towards any man before. The type where you just want to rip off your clothes in the middle of class and lay on the table saying “fuck me now”. The type where you would do anything to get their attention. Usually, men chased me…now I was the hunter…I wanted him and I was determined to have him because I always win. I tried to attract him in every way possible. I wore tight leather tops with plunging cleavages and short miniskirts which rode up my butt to reveal sexy panties, but not once did he ever look my way. To him, I was invisible…and I hated it. As fate would have it, we got stuck together for a project and I was happy because I would automatically get an A because he appeared to be very intelligent, mature, and wise. He refused to work during the day time claiming that the doctor told him the sun was detrimental to his health so instead we worked at night. I remember the feeling I got whenever I was around him, one of pure sexual lust.
The day we were to finally finish the project, I could no longer control myself. I invited him over that night for dinner. As he and I ate and chatted, I noticed how his eyes continually roamed over my half naked body, a look of pure unadulterated lust. He looked like he wanted to rip my clothes apart and devour my body inside out. I was in control again…I would win.
“How old are you Alex?”
His eyes twinkled mischievously at me and his gaze continued to roam over my body
“If I told you, you would not believe me” he uttered silently in that strange thick sexy accent of his. I could no longer take it and I jumped on him, kissing him, and running my long slender fingers through his soft hair. My control over him lasted only for a moment before he got up and immediately left without talking to me. This was the first time I had gotten rejected. It seemed he did not want me. I had lost the game.
He didn’t come to school for a couple of days after that, but when he did finally arrive back, I noticed that the look in his eyes had changed. At age 23, I was old enough to recognize the look of lust that flashed in his dark eyes so I can’t say I was really surprised when he invited me for dinner at the same restaurant I was at right now.
I remember exactly how I looked. I was wearing a short red dress that stopped a quarter way down my knees with a plunging cleavage and a push up bra. My dark curls were arranged on top of my head with tendrils falling down. I had worn a necklace with a huge diamond that nestled softly in between my cleavage and high heeled black shoes. I had neglected to wear panties. Tonight, I was going all in. I was determined to win.
He had left his medium length jet black hair loose which gave him a soft look that contrasted with his masculine chiseled jaw. He had on black Aramni shoes, black dress pants, a black dress shirt and a black suit. When we walked into that tiny restaurant, heads turned and I was happy to be at the center of attention. Women gazed enviously, wishing their dates looked half as sexy and mysterious as mine did, and men gazed down my dress trying to get a peek at my nipples. We sat at the table by the window and he lit the candles, as the waitress took our order.
“Lena….” (pronounced Leh-nah) he said testing my name on his lips. When he said my name, it sounded so foreign and exotic. It made me shiver with lust.
“Yes…..Alex” I whispered back breathlessly. My heart was pounding and all he had said was my name
He smiled revealing his sharp fangs. “Are you enjoying yourself”?
“Well I can’t really say… I mean, the date has barely begun…I mean, you could turn out to be the worst date ever” I babbled
He laughed shortly, “such honesty…I like that.”
He stared at me for a second, and I was lost in his dark mysterious eyes. As the waitress came back, she dropped our steaks on the table, lingering for more than needed while smiling at Alex. I glared at her and she left instantly. I glanced at my steak which was well cooked and at Alex’s which was dripping with blood. He opened the wine and poured it into our glasses, his eyes lingering on my cleavage. I could already feel my pussy pounding and beginning to get wet and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“A toast, to our outstanding mark on the project”. Our glasses clinked and I stared into his eyes
“I didn’t do any of the work, you did everything, even presenting it”.
“Yes, but i couldn’t have asked for a better partner” he said.
He took a sip of his wine letting a drop fall from his cold lips to his skin. That drop resembled blood and I sat shocked realizing how much he resembled a vampire. He quickly dabbed the wine and took a bite out of his steak his fangs piercing into the bloody steak. I watched him amazed.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked
I nodded and took a tiny bite out of my steak. I wanted to eat all right, but not steak, the only meat I was in the mood for was cock, and not just any, his cock. I felt myself starting to get wet as I thought about sucking his meat and shifted in my seat. He gazed at me for a moment and held my wrist stroking the pale skin paying close attention to my vein.
“Could we please leave”?
His eyebrow rose in question
“I…..just…” I couldn’t find the words so I let my sentence trail off.
He paid the bill leaving a large tip for the waitress and took my hand and walked out of the tiny restaurant. As we headed into his black sports car, I could no longer control my dripping pussy. Once we were seated in his car, I grabbed him and began kissing him wanting him to touch me and eat my pussy. His lips were cold against my warm vibrant ones. I ran my fingers through his jet black hair and he suddenly took control, kissing me passionately while tugging on my bottom lip. He slowly moved down to my neck and began sucking hard. The last thing I remember before I passed out was his fangs biting into the hollow of my neck.
When I woke up, I had a pounding headache and couldn’t see anything. It was completely dark where I was but i didn’t need to see to know that i was completely naked. I was strapped to an examiners table sort of and my arms were strapped down. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to survey the room I was in. It looked like a surgeon’s office with: drawers, tables, and sharp equipment everywhere; I whimpered in fear as I saw what was around me. My legs were spread apart further than their limit and my pussy was dripping slowly. I struggled in my bonds, trying to break free.
Where the hell am I? I thought.
Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to recollect the events that had happened. I began to think of the things that could happen to me. Even though I was a 23 year old slut, I was still a virgin. I had wanted to wait…not for the right man but for the highest bidder, the most good looking, with the most money who would be content to sacrifice himself for me. Now it looked like my wait would be in vain.
Where was Alex? I thought.
I screamed while struggling, calling for help, but no one answered. As I continued to struggle, I heard footsteps like high heels clicking towards me. A lamp above me was turned on and the bright light burned my eyes. As I slowly opened my eyes to view my captor, I saw a woman in front of me wearing a tight black leather body suit. It was a cat suit.
The only difference was that there were holes cut into the suit. She had cut the leather fabric around both her small breasts and they were in plain sight for me to see, a black star though was on each nipple. She walked circles around me and I saw that the fabric around her pussy had been cut off, and it too was in plain view for all to see. She was gorgeous with long ice blond straight hair tied tightly in a high ponytail, extremely pale flawless creamy skin (which on most people would unhealthy, but on her it looked gorgeous). Her nose was straight and she had full pouty blood red lips. Her nails were extremely long and painted black. Her hips had the right curves and her amazing ass, that was shaped in that tight leather suit, begged to be smacked. Her legs were long and shapely, and on her feet she wore sexy black high heeled boots. I had always thought I was the sexiest woman on earth (yes, I really was that conceited), until i saw her. She looked to be about a decade older than me.
“Welcome” she said with a thick accent that i placed to be eastern European
“Where am I and who the hell are you” I screamed. My throat was extremely dry and parched
She didn’t respond, rather she walked around me and opened a drawer bringing out a ball gag. I struggled as she forced it into my mouth. She smiled coldly at me to reveal a set of fangs just like Alexs’. I struggled against my bonds wishing to break free but I got nowhere. She purred as her violet eyes roamed hungrily over my body. I watched as she walked around and opened another drawer and brought out a riding crop. She walked around me letting the crop hit her hand lightly as she stared at me. She turned around and took the riding crop and sent the whip at my breasts. I cringed at the pain screaming against my ball gag. She smiled coldly as she walked around me stopping every now and then to whip my breasts with the riding crop. The more I screamed against the ball gag, the more I choked on my saliva.
I’m going to kill you when i get out of here I thought coldly. She stopped in front of me and continued whipping my breasts with the riding crop aiming for my dusky nipples which were now erect. She was an expert with the whip. I watched my pale skin turn an unhealthy shade of red as she whipped harder and mercilessly. I felt the tears falling from my eyes at the pain as she continued whipping my breasts with the riding crop but yet I felt my pink hot pussy getting wet. She noticed the juice dripping from my pussy and smiled, she took her riding crop and used it to play with my pussy. I could feel my pussy pounding with desire and lust. As if sensing my pleasure, she immediately stopped. She walked over to my stomach and stroked it tickling me with the riding crop. She continued smiling coldly at me as she climbed onto me placing her wet pink pussy directly on my belly button. I felt my breath catch at her weight. She wasn’t heavy but with the way I was bound, it really hurt. I eyed her pale naked breasts, with its soft pink nipples hungrily. I’d never been interested in women in my life, I mean I was heterosexual but I felt my desire rising as she straddled herself on my stomach.
I could feel my pussy becoming wetter as she rubbed her wet pussy on my stomach shifting up and down up and down, her facial expression one of pure lust. She rode up and down on my tummy rubbing her pussy faster against me. She stared at my breasts while licking her lips as she dug her long black nails into my breasts moaning with desire. She dug her sharp nails harder leaving marks, piercing my breasts with her sharp claws. I felt my pussy becoming wetter and my head starting to hurt from the pain. She fondled with my breasts playing with them like a kitty with a yarn of ball. She tweaked my swollen nipples and I saw the shock register on her face as milk came out. She quickly masked the expression and continued squeezing my breasts her eyes growing with wonder and fascination as more milk sputtered out. She placed her cold blood red lips on my nipples and bit them slowly at first, I could feel her fangs piercing into them. I gasped against my ball gag with pleasure. She began to suck and I watched as her throat bobbed swallowing the milk. She was a cat. As she sucked, she dug her nails into my breasts squeezing it causing more milk to flow into her mouth. She lifted her lips from my left nipple and concentrated on my right nipple biting harder than ever as if she had every intention of biting them off. I screamed against my ball gag shocked at the pain, she pierced her fang into my right nipple while digging her sharp long black nails into my breasts drawing a pint of blood from both my nipple and my breasts. She stopped sucking and lifted her head wiping the drop of milk from her lip. She rubbed her pussy harder against my stomach, moaning uncontrollably, and I could feel the wet juices against my belly button.
She climbed off my stomach and went into another drawer were she pulled out two thick pieces of rope. I watched confused as she headed towards me with ropes. She tied the ropes around each of my pale breasts tying them tightly and i could feel the blood starting to drain from them. She gazed at her handy work and smiled as her pearly white fangs glittered. My breasts began to turn a shade of blue from the lack of blood. She went to a tray on a counter and picked up six long silver needles. Smiling coldly, she walked to me her sexy heeled boots echoing in the room. She took off my ball gag and I moaned with pleasure as she played with my breasts a bit more , squeezing each one at the same time seeing which breast squirted the milk the highest. The winner happened to be my left breast, smiling she took a 6 inch long sharp needle and jabbed it into my left breast. I screamed in pain as she jabbed it in more and more until the needle poked out of the other side of my left breast. She did the same to my right breast jabbing the needle in harder than she did with the left breast. She took jabbed three more needles into each breast her fangs smile growing more and more evil at the sound of my screams. She eyed her handiwork and stepped back.
She walked to another tray and took 6 smaller 2 inch needles and jabbed 3 into each nipple. I watched as both milk and blood sputtered out of my nipples. She thirstily sucked the blood, and then the milk. My piercing screams echoed throughout the room. I saw a look of apatheticness pass her face as my face screwed up in pain. She climbed my stomach again making sure she rubbed her pussy against it. Ripping off the black stars that had been stuck to her nipples, she leaned forward grabbing her small pale breast and placing a nipple in my mouth. I sucked hungrily eager to forget the pain of the needles in my breasts. She purred in pleasure rubbing her pussy faster against my tummy and tugging on my hair. After about 5 minutes of heaven, she got off my stomach and walked around to my pussy kneeling down to inspect. She spread my pussy apart, taking clips and clipping the lips of my pussy to the side of my thighs. She sniffed enjoying the aroma of fresh virginal pussy and I swear I saw her fangs grow longer. She slowly licked my pussy. She climbed back on top of me, her ass in my face and her face in between my legs as she licked and inspected my pussy.