Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Pacific Northwest
|Introduction: Cindy wanted to escape from her small town and start her life fresh in the big city. She never dreamed she would be victimized by vampires.|
Raped by Vampires
Cindy wanted to escape from her small town and start her life fresh in the big city. She never dreamed she would be victimized by vampires.
"I'll be fine Mom. I promise to call you every Sunday. Love you, bye."
I had just said my last good byes to my mother as I drove off towards the big city. In high school I promised myself I wasn't going to end up like the rest of the girls in my graduating class, married and pregnant, sitting at home waiting for my husband to return from the local bar. I was going to make it on my own. So I packed up and headed out of my small town.
I had answered an ad on line, "Roommate Wanted, female, to share room and board." When I called I told them that I had the first month's rent but that I didn't have a job yet. They said not to worry, that I could work the temp agencies until I got on somewhere more permanent.
My name is Cindy. I am a recent high school graduate, 18 years old, 5 feet 2 inches, with short brown hair. I have one of those petite figures, A-sized breasts, 32 x 22 x 34. OK a little bit of a butt for my size, but not too big.
When I arrived I was greeted by a young woman, early twenties, blond, 5 foot 8 inches, nicely built from what I could tell and very pretty.
"Cindy, right?" she asked.
"That's me." I had a big smile on my face, happy to meet my new house mate.
"I'm Lenore. Here, let me help you with that," she said as she took my suitcase. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
"I've got a bunch more stuff in the car," I warned her.
"We'll get it in a minute," she told me. "Sit down, relax, tell me about yourself."
I thought about what she had just said and she was right. It would only take a minute to tell her about my life. I didn't have much of one. "Well, I come from a small town where nothing ever happens, not to me anyway. I wanted to escape, to experience life, to do something with my life. I didn't want to end up like all the rest of the girls from my town, married and pregnant."
Lenore laughed. "You've just given me a ton of questions to ask you so we had better get all your stuff hauled up first. I can see this is going to be a long chat session."
I couldn't figure out how she could come to that conclusion from what little I had just told her but I just went with the flow. It didn't take us long to get all my gear up and into a room. It was late enough in the day that Lenore fixed dinner. It wasn't like Mom fixed but was still OK.
Afterward we sat in the living room to talk. Lenore brought in two glasses of dark red wine. "I've never drunk alcohol before," I warned her.
"Your a virgin then," Lenore said.
"Wha...what?" I stammered.
"You've never had a drink so you are a virgin with alcohol, and I get to take your virginity," she laughed. "Enjoy this first sip."
I smiled and took some of the blood red liquid. It had a bitter taste to it. But I wanted to learn to like it.
"How does it feel to lose your virginity?" she asked, her lips curing up into a smile.
I just smiled back and said, "Not bad."
"Speaking of virginity," Lenore said, "are you, a virgin that is?"
I knew what she meant this time. "I guess technically no," I admitted.
"This sounds like a story I want to hear. Tell me all about it," she urged.
I didn't know if it was the wine I kept sipping or just something about Lenore, but I felt like I could tell her anything, as if I wanted to tell her everything. "Like I said, I come from a small town, everybody knows everybody. There was this boy, I was 14 and a freshman in high school. He was 15 and a sophomore. I started hanging out at his house after school for an hour each evening, before either of our parents got home. I liked him, I thought, a lot. It started with light kissing, moving to heavy make-out sessions, petting, and eventually he wanted sex. So did I, so I thought."
Lenore was on the edge of her seat. It made me feel important, telling my story. "We had been taught from the fifth grade on that you don't have sex with a boy without him using a condom. So I told him no condom, no sex. Somehow he produced one but the idiot didn't even know how to put it on. I had to help him. After rolling it down his shaft I gave his hard on a couple of squeezes. We had already undressed. I got on his bed and he got on top of me. But all he did was rub himself against me, not even entering me. I had to reach down there and direct his erection into my pussy. He pushed in partway but enough to break my hymen but no further. He groaned and came right then, pulled out and rolled off of me. He told me how wonderful it was while I laid there trying to figure out what just happened."
"We sort of went our own ways after that. I quit going over there after school and never had sex again," I confessed.
"So all you have had is a guy barely enter you one time and that was it?" Lenore asked.
"Yep, and there went my virginity," I responded.
"I don't think that even counts," Lenore told me. "You certainly don't know what sex is like or how wonderful it can be. Maybe life will be more interesting now that you are here."
"I hope so," I wished out loud.
We talked for another hour about my life, about Lenore's too and when we were done I went to bed glad that I had moved here, glad that I had met Lenore.
The following Friday Lenore announced that we were going to a party. "Sure, sounds great," I said.
"I'm going to introduce you to some really nice guys too," she promised.
I was a little nervous about that but didn't let on to Lenore. She didn't like any of the outfits I had so we did a little shopping. I ended up with a dark red dress that barely went down below my butt. It was tight fitting but did show off my legs. The upper part was strapless and pushed my breasts together giving me great cleavage. I felt somewhat naked with my shoulders bare.
"You look great," Lenore said as I stood there showing off my new dress. "The guys are going to drool over you."
"Just as long as they don't drool on me," I joked.
An hour later we walked into the party. It was at some old warehouse. The music was loud and the lights dark. There were plenty of tables and booths to sit. Some of the latter were occupied by couples kissing. As my eyes adjusted I could see that there were a number of doors along one side, presumably to small offices. One couple came out of one office, the girl in somewhat of a daze. I wondered what had happened to make her look that way.
"Here, drink this," Lenore said as she handed me a clear drink with a cherry resting on the ice in the glass.
I was here for a good time so I went ahead and drank it without question. It actually tasted a little like Sprite but with a hint of something else like almonds. I must have downed it too quick because I got a little dizzy for a few seconds but it passed.
True to her word, Lenore introduced me to several men, some of which I danced with. But there was this one, a bit older than the others, maybe 28, no more than 30 years old. He was very compelling, yet gentle in his touch as we danced. His name was Andrew.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Cindy," he whispered in my ear as we danced.
"Why thank you Andrew," I replied. "And you are quite handsome yourself," I laughed back, still trying to sound prim and proper.
He looked at me, directly into my eyes, into my soul it felt like. "Come with me," he quietly demanded. Then taking my hand he led me off the dance floor. I couldn't resist, didn't want to. He led me into one of the rooms, into its darkness.
Shutting the door he walked me around a partition, out of sight of the door. The next moment he was kissing me hard on the lips. His mouth opened and I followed. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest. I wanted this man to make love to me, right then, right there. If he wanted to I would have let him.
But that's not what happened. He broke the kiss. Then lifting my left arm straight up into the air I felt a soft band clamp around my wrist. A moment later my right arm was similarly restrained.
"What are you doing? Let me go." I demanded.
That's when the door opened. Stepping around the partition I could see from the flood of light a tall thin woman. She had long black hair and was decked out in tight-fitting leather pants and shirt. But I couldn't make out her face. She turned her head to the door and it shut, throwing us all back into blackness.
It was as if I could feel her walk to me. Then she spoke. "Lovely," is all she said as her hand slid under my hair, grazing my neck.
"Let me go or I'll scream," I threatened. Well that was the wrong thing to say. The next thing I knew Andrew was shoving a ball into my mouth with a strap that he fastened around my head. My one chance to call for help was now gone. I felt myself being lifted off of the floor, my legs dangling free.
The woman first touched my legs just above my knees. I jerked but she just whispered "Shhhhhhh" into my ear. Somehow it calmed me. She slowly slid her hands upwards to my dress. Then slipping her fingers under it, pushed it up over my butt to my waist. She then hooked her fingers over the waist band of my panties and pulled them down. I started to struggle again but she simply yanked them the rest of the way off my legs.
The next thing I knew each ankle had been bound by restraints, similar feeling to those on my wrists. My legs were pulled apart with me still hanging in mid air.
"I am your mistress," my assaulter said to me. "You will submit to me."
That was the last thing I would do to her, to submit. But what control did I have? My mistress pulled the front of my dress down releasing my breasts. It felt freeing for a moment until she took one into her mouth. Her teeth glided across my left breast, nicking my nipple. She sucked and I willed myself to ignore what she was doing to me. But my body had its own will. I felt my left nipple go hard under her care, my right nipple too.
"Stop it," I screamed into the gag but nothing came out but a muffled groan. She worked on both breasts, massaging, licking, biting, sucking, things I dreamed about some boy doing to me one day, not some woman. I hated that she was doing it, but my body loved it. I knew I had to fight this, to overcome how my body was reacting.
But I had no idea what was in store for me. My Mistress pulled away from my breasts. Thinking I had won was short lived because suddenly I felt her tongue on my pussy, licking me with long strokes across my lips, my hidden clit, nearly up to my belly button, and then again.
I wiggled my body as best I could hanging in the air like I was. She simply held me still with her hands on my butt as she continued her attack of my female loins. Screaming into the gag did nothing as my body welcomed her touch. I was being assaulted by this woman and I couldn't stop her. I wanted to but was at her mercy. Yet my body cried out on its own each time she stopped, cried for her to begin again. Every time she slid across my clit it felt more wonderful than the time before.
My mind screamed "Stop," but I found my hips tipping out to her, pressing against her mouth as best I could. My body wanted what she was doing and it spoke loud and clear. I had my first orgasm ever. The rush of heat and energy was overwhelming. That's when I felt the wetness and my Mistress lapping it up between my legs.
I had a moment of clarity, my mind taking back control. Realizing anew that I was being victimized I screamed as loud as I could around the ball strapped into my mouth. But it did nothing except urge on my attacker. As she continued to stroke me with her tongue I felt her finger trace the separation between my butt cheeks. I feared what she was about to do. Squeezing my butt tight I tried to prevent it.
Her finger found its way to my opening, her fingertip pressed against my butt hole. Still I squeezed as tight as I could against her pressure. I was able to keep this up for several minutes while she continued to suck and lick my pussy and clit. My body could not resist her and I felt that same buildup of pressure that I had just had before my orgasm. But the squeezing of my butt held it off, kept the orgasm at bay until I couldn't squeeze any longer.
The moment I relaxed I felt her finger drive deep into my butt hole. Her mouth wrapped around my clit and she sucked it in hard. My body did what it had to do, it climaxed. This orgasm was far more powerful than the last, my whole body on fire. Every muscle went momentarily stiff, the energy was so powerful.
When I came back to myself I realized something had changed. I no longer felt the thin finger of my Mistress but the thickness of a cock in my ass. I was being fucked and fucked hard. It had to be Andrew. He had his hands around my waist, holding me still while he rammed his hard prick deep inside of me.
Every third or fourth thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through my body. I was having mini orgasms, drenching my pussy with my own cum and my Mistress lapping up every drop. When Andrew finally came, I did too, one powerful orgasm that fed my Mistress once more with my fluids.
Andrew pulled out and my Mistress stood up. She whispered into my ear, "We'll do this again real soon." Then she walked away. I saw her for a moment as she opened the door and left. Closing it thrust Andrew and I back into darkness.
His touch was gentle and light, only his fingertips gliding across my back, my thighs, down my legs. I was filled with hope when I felt Andrew undo my leg shackles, first one then the other. He slid the palms of his hands up the back of my legs to the point just below my butt. Lifting me he wrapped my legs around his waist. "Hold there around my waist with your legs and it will ease the stress on your arms."
He was right. His hands moved to my butt, slightly lifting me, moving me outward. Then I felt him, his hardness pressed against my still wet opening, easily sliding me down onto his stiff prick. He pulled me off and back down onto him, repeating until I began doing it myself. "Yes, that's it my love," he whispered. I was heartened with his praise. I wanted to please him, wanted him to release me, at first anyway.
But there was that build up of pressure again, centered deep in my groin that began to spread. I wasn't able to keep up my rhythm only using my legs so Andrew took over again. Holding me tight around the waist he lifted me nearly all the way off of him and then rammed me down hard onto his shaft. I felt him hit hard against my cervix this time but I didn't care about the pain. It was nothing compared with the impending pleasure that was growing inside of me, ready to burst forth.
After several minutes Andrew began to lose his own rhythm, his thrusts becoming erratic and jerky until he pulled me down one last time and held me there, his shaft pulsing with his cum as it shot deep inside of my pussy sending me over the edge. My own orgasm was more than I could take, my whole body shook with the power of it. At that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else but there, with anyone else but with Andrew. If he asked me to go through this all again I would have volunteered willingly.
Then it was over. I felt Andrew withdraw himself, my panties pulled back up onto me, myself being lowered to the floor, my wrists released. I saw the light flood in as he walked out the door and then close, leaving me in the darkness once more.
I don't remember what happened after that. I woke up in my own bed, in my new home in the city. The light through my window made me think it was mid morning. Sitting up I looked at my wrists but there were no marks. None on my ankles either. Had it all been a dream? The horror of being chained up, assaulted, rushed over me. Then the pleasures I tasted, covering those horrors until they were forgotten. What did it all mean?
I looked up to see Lenore standing in my bedroom doorway. Staring at her without a word for a few seconds she finally asked, "How do you feel?"
"How do I look?" I asked back.
"Well you look like hell," she replied.
"There you go," I told her.
She walked away and I just sat on the edge of my bed with my face in my hands, trying to figure out what really happened at the party.
A few minutes later Lenore came in. "Here, drink this. It will warm you and make you feel better. I promise."
She handed me a cup of hot liquid. I didn't even ask her what it was, just took a drink. It was warm, tasted a little like tea but with a hint of...of almonds. My mind went back to the night before and the drink Lenore had given me. "What is this?" I asked. But then I didn't really care what it was. I didn't care that Lenore sat down next to me on the bed, didn't care that she brushed my hair away from my eyes, didn't care that she kissed me on the lips.
Lenore whispered into my ear, "I told you we would do this again real soon."
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