Susan hears her master's call and takes four friends with her.
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I strongly recommend the reader read Teen's Night of Horror before reading this. This follow-up story will make a lot more sense if you do.
Teen’s Night of Horror: The Return
It was a warm April day. Susan was celebrating her sixteenth birthday. The attack she had endured last Halloween was still fresh in her mind. In spite of it, Susan was trying hard to live her life like a normal teenaged girl, even if she was a teenaged girl who was six months pregnant.
There had been one serious reminder of who’s baby she was carrying. She wasn’t showing much and the boys still thought she would be a cute girlfriend. At a New Years party thrown by one of the neighbors, a boy tried to cuddle with Susan. When she allowed him to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse, she felt a terrible stabbing pain in that breast. Susan then remembered the Warlock’s words.
After he had cum deep inside her womb, the Warlock pinched both of her nipples hard. He then spoke these words to her. “These you will only use to feed my son. No male, other than he and I, may touch them.”
Susan’s cries from the pain in her breast frightened the boy away from her. The word quickly spread through school that Susan was a little freaky and should not to be messed with. The boys all stayed away from her, but Susan developed some strong friendships with many of the girls in her class. She was mindful of the Warlock’s request for more virgin girls with which the group could play.
As the Spring passed and Summer brought warm days Susan’s belly grew exceptionally large. When her pregnancy came to full term in July, she delivered a healthy eight and a half pound boy. It was a surprisingly easy birth. Especially since she had such a large baby. Just as a nurse filling our forms asked what she wanted to name her son the name Damon popped into her mind. She didn’t know why that name had come to her, but she liked it. So her son was named Damon.
Over then next few months, Damon sucked ravenously at her engorged tits. He grew rapidly, and as Halloween approached, he weighed in at over twenty pounds.
About a week before Halloween, she was startled out of her sleep. Her Master’s voice was calling her. Susan had been expecting the call.
“Susan, Susan my witch. Wake up! It’s almost time. Gather your virgins and bring them to us on the appointed night. Tell them you are inviting them to a special costume party. They will come. Bring my son. Be at the house at eight on Halloween night.”
“Yes, Master.” Susan answered without question. She had long since resigned herself to life as the Warlock’s mate. She fully expected to be bred by him again.
Earlier in the school year, Susan had become friends with three girls who had just moved into the area. Or, more accurately, they had befriended Susan. They had recently transferred from another district into her class at school. For some reason they had found it fascinating that Susan not only had recently given birth to a baby, but had been impregnated against her will during an attack. They had asked Susan to describe in detail how she had been attacked. It didn’t frighten them in the least when Susan described her attacker and father of her son and his companions.
When Susan brought her new friends home to meet her son, they had all insisted on holding Damon. As the girls took turns holding Susan’s baby. They seemed to go into some sort of trance while holding Damon.
Susan took the opportunity to ask a blunt question. “Since you girls know how I became pregnant with Damon, I want to ask you all something. Have any of you been with a boy? Have you had sex?”
While still fawning over Damon, without hesitation they all shook their heads no. As Susan looked at each girl, they all added that they hadn’t even seen a real live penis.
Susan had her virgins for the Warlock.
When Susan called to invite the three girls to a costume party, all three eagerly agreed to go. Andrea was tall and slender blonde with a nice set of C cup breasts. She said she would go dressed as Cleopatra. Carrie, was a little shorter than Andrea and slightly heavier. She had cute round face framed by short dark hair, said she would be Joan of Ark. Finally there was Tina. She was the shortest and slimmest of all the girls. She had long red hair, green eyes, and A to B cup tits. She agreed to go as Tinker Bell.
At school, the four girls all chattered excitedly about the costume party. They were eager to meet Damon’s father. Susan tried to warn them of the possibility they could be harmed, but they would hear nothing of it. They were adamant they would go to the party, have a good time, and come home safely.
The day before the party, another of Susan’s classmates asked if she could go to the party too. Lauren practically begged Susan to include her. Though Lauren was sweet, she was not the prettiest girl in school. She was short and quite a bit over weight with dirty blonde hair. Her extra pounds had blessed her with a huge set of tits that bounced as she walked even when held up by a bra.
Susan liked Lauren and really didn’t want to include her in the Warlock’s party.
“Please Susan. You know I never get invited to anything. Please let me come to the party.” Lauren begged.
In an effort to discourage her friend, Susan bluntly asked. “Lauren, are you a virgin? They only want me to bring virgins to this party.”
Still insistent, Lauren answered. “Yes! I’m a virgin. If you tell me I may lose my virginity at the party, that’s alright. Susan, look at me. I have never even been asked out on a date. Boys don’t seem to like me. I’d be happy to give my cherry to some man or boy who wants me. Please let me go with you and the other girls. Something tells me I really need to go to this party. Please!”
Susan relented. If Lauren wanted to take the chance on suffering what had happened to her, that’s her choice. “OK Lauren. You can go. What will you be wearing?”
Lauren was practically bouncing in her excitement. Her tits bounced with her. She hugged her friend and said. “Thank you, Susan! Thank you! I’ll come as a short, fat, Little Red Riding Hood. Thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
At about seven thirty Halloween night, the girls gathered at Susan’s house. They all looked so cute in their costumes. Even Lauren got compliments from the other girls for her Little Red Riding Hood costume.
Susan was of course again dressed as a witch. Last year she had looked sexy in her witch’s dress. This year she looked a little sluty. Her tits, swollen from breast feeding Damon, were barely held in by her bra and the top of the dress. She had cut the dress even shorter than it had been and, if she bent over, her ass would be exposed. She knew what to expect and almost looked forward to it.
She had dressed Damon as an imp, a mischievous sprite.
The girls left for the short walk to the party with ample time to spare. A number of boys whistled and yelled at the girls as they walked. Unlike the other girls, Lauren enjoyed the crude comments from the teen boys.
They arrived at the old house right on time. It was again brightly lit from within. The door swung open as the girls stepped onto the porch. Susan, followed by the others, walked in.
Each girl was greeted by the Warlock. He took them each by the hand and gazed deeply into their eyes. Like Susan had been the previous year, they were transfixed by his stare. Without formal introductions, the Warlock kissed each girls hand and spoke directly to their minds without words.
‘Miss Cleopatra, how lovely you are. I am sure Marc Antony will be happy to see you again.’
Andrea stared at him wondering how he had spoken to her without speaking.
‘Joan of Arc, we are happy to see you too. You will be the guest of honor at our barbeque later this evening.’
Carrie grinned broadly at the thought that these adults would treat her as their guest of honor. However, she too didn’t understand how she had heard the Warlock speak to her.
‘Tinker Bell, I don’t believe we’ve met. However, I assure you this evening will be thrilling for such a delightful young sprite.’
‘Last but not least I see we have Little Red Riding Hood. You are certainly a tasty looking morsel. I think we have a guest who will find you irresistible and just to his taste.’
Lauren was beside herself to think there was someone who would really like her. “Who is it, Sir, who do you think will want me.”
‘Patience Red, patience. You must first be prepared.’
‘And now my beautiful witch. My eternal mate, I believe you are holding something for me.’
“Yes Master. I have your son, Damon. I hope you are well pleased with him. He is growing big and strong at my breasts. As you demanded, no other male has touched me except one, and that brief caress caused me such pain that I never want another male to come close to me except you and your son, my Master.”
The Warlock reached out and took Damon from Susan. He then held the boy over his head and presented his son to the assembled guests. They all loudly applauded. Damon cooed and smiled at his father.
Igor then presented the girls, including Susan with goblets of red wine. As they sipped their wine, the Warlock introduced the girls to the other guests present. Wolfy was first. When he was introduced to Lauren, AKA Little Red Riding Hood, he bowed deeply and kissed her hand. He couldn’t resist the urge to take a wide lick of the back of her hand.
Lauren giggled. “Oh my, Sir. Were you kissing my hand or tasting it?
Maybe both my delicious pet. We shall see what comes of it later.
Again Lauren giggled.
Tina as Tinker Bell was introduced next. The Count and his Vampiress licked their lips at the sight of the petite young thing with artificial wings on her back. As they each kissed one of Tinker’s cheeks, the teen felt a shiver run up her spine.
The Count smiled and spoke to her. “Who knows? You may have the gift of flight before this night is over.”
Tina laughed out loud. “Really fly? That’s not possible! Is it?”
“You never know what is possible here tonight, my dear.” The Warlock interjected.
The girls had finished their goblets of wine just as Igor brought a second goblet. This wine was not as sweet as the first, but they all quickly drank it down. The expected effects were becoming evident. The girls would soon obey every command the Warlock or his guests gave them.
They soon got the idea that they were to be more than guests at the Warlock’s party. They were to be the entertainment. Though their tears flowed freely, none of them hesitated when he ordered them to remove their clothing. All the girls had smoothly shaved pussies, except Carrie. She still had her full bush and hair under her arms. The other guests applauded appreciatively. The girls managed a weak smile.
They were instructed to mingled for a while to be sure the potion they had drunk was fully in effect. Carrie was then introduced to a man in a white apron and chef’s hat. Without permission or warning he reached out and felt Carrie’s body as if inspecting it. She didn’t resist his prodding. He firmly fondled her tits, poked his fingers into her soft belly, squeezed both cheeks of her ass, and finally pushed her knees apart and shoved his finger up into her pussy. He stopped abruptly when he felt her hymen was still in tack. “Master, may I prepare this tender morsel in my usual manner? The bush will have to go as well the obstruction to my basting syringe.”
“You may. Be certain she is well prepared before our guest see her again.”
“Of course, Master. Come with me Joan of Arc. Your chance of a lifetime has come.” The Chef laughed as he led Carrie off to the rear of the huge house where the kitchen was located.
Once in his domain, the Chef effortlessly lifted the plump girl onto his solid butcher-block table. He curtly told said to her. “Joan of Arc, raise your arms and spread you legs wide. I will be shaving all the hair from your body.”
“Yes Sir.” Carrie smiled and eagerly cooperated. She knew she was being prepared to give her virginity to someone that night.
In the mean time, Lauren joined Wolfy near the fireplace. Almost instinctively she knew what he wanted and she liked the idea.
Wolfy began by pulling the teen close and passionately kissing her. He then began licking his way down to Lauren’s large tits. She cooed and stroked the hair on his head. She was reveling in the sexual attention she had never had. His tongue licked rapidly at her hardening nipples. When he nipped at her left nipple she cooed and caressed his ears.
Lauren found Wolfy’s ears had grown considerably longer. The hair on his head seemed to have become coarse and covered his back. Lauren didn’t quite know what to make of the changes to Wolfy, but she didn’t care. This man was giving her body thrills she had never felt before.
Wolfy then dropped to his knees and pushed his elongating snout between Lauren’s quivering legs. She spread them widely and used his narrowed shoulders for support. His tongue darted out and into her hot sex. He lapped her juices as rapidly as she produced them, and she produced a lot of pussy juice.
Lauren looked down and gasped. Where Wolfly had been between her legs there was now a dog. No! It was not a dog. It was a wolf, a werewolf. She was frightened, but not so frightened as to push him, or it, away from her dripping hole. Her heightened sexual drive urged her to let Wolfy have his way. Though tears were flowing down her cheeks, she wanted him to satisfy her need. “Oh God, Wolfy, eat my pussy.”
Some how she understood his message when he growled at her. She slowly dropped to her hands and knees. She spread her knees widely apart and offered Wolfy her dripping pussy. He again began lapping up her juices. She did not care that Susan, Tina, Andrea, and all the other guests were cheerfully watching her pussy being eaten out by a werewolf. All she cared about was the tongue in her pussy. It was reaching to her hymen and driving her insane with lust. She was getting hornier by the second.
In a flash, Wolfy leapt up and mounted Lauren. By looking between her legs she could see his cock. It was bright red, slender, and about ten inches long. As Wolfy humped at her sex he seemed to be having trouble finding her tight hole. Lauren sighed, reached between her legs, and guided his hot cock to her waiting pussy. “There you go, Wolfy. Fuck me with that long wolf cock of yours.”
Wolfy obliged. He humped her rapidly. His second thrust hit her hymen. The next one drove through her cherry and powered its way to her cervix.
“IEEEEEEEEEEE!” Lauren cried out in pain as her cherry pussy was ripped open.
The beast buried in Lauren’s devirginated hole hammered into her relentlessly. She soon began feeling something large trying to enter her pussy. With a mighty thrust, Wolfy drove his knot into Lauren’s stretched cunt. At the same time, the tip of his cock rammed past her cervix and into her womb.
They were locked together. Instinctively, Wolfy turned so he and his bitch were ass to ass while his hot cum flooded into her womb. He howled in celebration of his conquest.
Lauren quivered through several orgasms as her womb was filled with hot wolf cum. She was pleased to have had a male want her this much. Even if that male was a werewolf.
In the mean time, Tina, aka Tinker Bell, was being fondled by both the Count and his vampiress. They were not as interested in her virginity as her spirit. However, the Count did want to take her cherry. With his mate helping, Tina was laid on the nearby dining table. Her legs were splayed widely apart.
She then saw the Count’s cock. It was massive. It was at least eight inches long and several inches around. With tears flowing from her eyes, she asked. “Why are you doing it like this. I know I can’t stop you, but won’t you please help me get ready like Wolfy prepared Lauren. Please, you’ll tear me apart if you take me before I’m wet.”
As the Count lined his cock up with Tina’s tight virgin hole he spoke to her. “I know my dear Tinker Bell. My mate and I want your virgin blood. A petite thing like you with a dry pussy should produce lots of virgin blood. The more blood you give us, the better. So, you get fucked as you are.”
The count then slammed he huge cock deep into Tina’s virgin pussy. Her hymen was instantly shredded and the invading cock’s head was driven into her cervix.
Tina’s scream reverberated throughout the lower floor of the huge house. Only Andrea wept for her friend’s lost cherry and pain. Even Susan got a bit of pleasure seeing Tina speared by the Count’s cock.
The Count immediately pulled his cock out of Tina’s divirginated cunt. He bent over and began feeding from the steady flow of blood from the teen’s roughly fucked hole. His mate fell to her knees and sucked Tina’s blood from the Count’s cock. When she had his cock clean, she joined her mate feeding from the blood flowing from Tina’s cunt.
At about the same time, as the Count speared Tina, the Chef had finished shaving Carrie. She was bald from head to toe. “Now just one more thing to do before I begin preparing you. That pussy must be opened for my basting to get where it needs to be.”
“Please Sir, don’t do this to me.” Carrie begged. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Just don’t take my virginity like I’m a piece of meat.”
The Chef laughed at his entree. “Too late to beg now, Joan of Arc. You are a piece of meat. Your fate was sealed when you walked in this house.” He then dropped his pants and brought his cock into Carrie’s view. The Chef’s cock was not very long. It appeared to Carrie to be no more that five and a half to six inches long. However, it was extremely thick. She judged it to be nearly as big and a softball bat’s main body.
Her eyes widened but she said nothing more. Her virgin hole was already wet with her lubricating juices. The shaving had gotten her pussy excited and ready for sex.
Without any further preparations, the Chef shoved his cock deep into Carrie’s virgin hole. She screamed so loud she was heard in the main room.
“It seems the Chef is preparing Joan of Arc. He has a really fat dick and really stretches a pussy.” The Warlock laughed.
His guest all laughed as well.
The Chef then rapidly fucked his Joan of Arc. As he poured his cum into the depths of her pussy, the Chef smiled and said. “That should add a nice touch to your dinner.”
He then proceeded to rub her body with a special oil mixed with many exotic herbs and spices. “This will give you a nice over all golden glow when you’re ready. He then took a huge basting syringe and filled it with the oil and spice mixture. The baster was about a foot long and two inches across. It had a thin four inch long metal tip on its leading end and a plunger on the other end. Slowly and carefully he inserted his baster into the teen’s pussy until it rested against her cervix. Over the years, he had developed a talent for being able to perfectly align the tip of his baster with the small opening in a girl’s cervix. He made a couple of jab with it to test his location. When he was satisfied he had it perfectly aligned with her cervix, the Chef shoved it past her cervix in into her womb.
Carrie gasped as the baster entered her womb. Then she felt its contents being pumped into her womb until the mixture had filled her baby chamber and was flowing out of her pussy’s lips. The Chef then pulled the baster out of Carrie and jammed a wooden plug into her pussy to keep the mixture in her.
He then rolled Jon of Arc onto her belly and repeated the process with the syringe up her ass. When her asshole was filled with the basting mixture, he inserted a wooden plug into ass as well.
He then used twine to keep both plugs in place. Her hands were then secured with heavy cord at her wrists. A long round steal pole was then shoved under her wrists and between her large tits.
Finally Carrie realized she wasn’t going to a barbecue, she was going to be the barbecue. “Oh please Sir, don’t do this. Let me go and you won’t ever see me again.” She begged.
The Chef ignored her please. The pole was placed beside her head. Her legs were then twisted around the pole and secured to it as if she were pulling a lover to her pussy. Her knees were shoved up toward her chest and secured. The Chef carefully secured Joan of Arc’s body to the pole with many wraps of the cord. The final step was to shove an apple into her mouth.
“Remember Carrie, you are the one who decided to come as Joan of Arc. You knew what her fate was. Now let’s get started roasting dinner.”
Carrie continued to shake her head no as the Chef used the pulley system that was over head in the kitchen to raise her off the preparation table. With the assistance of a couple of kitchen helpers, Joan of Arc was transported to a fire pit that was glowing with hot coals. She was suspended horizontally above the pit. The pole she was secured on both ends and attached to a motor. The motor drove the pole and slowly turned the teen over the hot coals. “The secret to a good barbecue is to cook it slowly. I am sure you will make a very tender meal. You should be ready for dinner in an hour or so. Don’t go anywhere Joan.” The Chef then swatted her ass as it slowly turned pass him. Carrie’s ass was already beginning to turn red as if she had gotten too much sun. The Chef then left Joan of Arc’s roasting to the kitchen assistants. “Be sure to keep her well basted. Otherwise, her skin will split and make an ugly roast.” He instructed them. He then returned to the main room and announced the time until dinner.
Cleopatra asked. “Where is Joan of Arc?”
With an evil grin the Chef answered her question. “Joan of Arc has been held up a little while. She’ll be ready for dinner soon enough.”
The girls all assumed Carrie was getting well fucked by the kitchen staff.
By then the Count and his mate had Tinker Bell’s bloody cunt well cleaned. Before leaving her to rest, they each sunk their teeth into a tit and sucked more of her blood.
“That’s enough for now. We want all of our guests to enjoy the barbecue, including Tinker Bell.” The Warlock said.
The teen was staggered from the loss of blood, but was able to walk with her attackers to the couch.
Finally, the Warlock called Cleopatra. “My dear Cleopatra, I hope you haven’t felt left out. There is someone here who is anxious to see you. May I reintroduce you to Marc Antony? He has been waiting a long time to see you again.”
Then from a dark corner of the room, a Roman warrior approached Cleopatra. He was not just a Roman warrior, but he was the commander of all the Roman Legions. He was wearing his full battle armor. Andrea did not recognize Marc Antony. However, she knew from her history classes that he and Cleopatra had been lovers in ancient Egypt. Cleopatra had also been the lover of Julius Caesar, but it was Marc Antony that had won the heart of the Egyptian queen. She had merely used her sex and beauty to secure Caesar’s favors.
Instinctively, Andrea knew this Roman was going to take her virginity. She thought to herself. ‘Well, if I have to lose my cherry, this man is a good choice. He is very handsome and looks so strong.’
Marc Antony approached Cleopatra, bowed deeply, and greeted her. “My Queen. It has been far to long since I have enjoyed the vision of your beauty.”
“Oh my! You certainly are a charmer.” Cleopatra smiled at her lover and extended her hand to him.
Marc Antony took her hand and kissed it. “My Queen, I have waited an eternity to be with you again. Must you continue to torture me with your beauty? I would have you now!”
Without another word, Marc Antony took Cleopatra into his arms and kissed her passionately. Andrea as Cleopatra eagerly returned the kiss.
Antony then abruptly lifted Cleopatra and carried her to the large dinning table in the center of the main room. It was the same table that Tinker Bell had surrendered her virgin blood to the Count and his mate.
As all the assembled guests, except Carrie of course, watched, Antony turned Cleopatra to face the table and bent her over. With some force, Antony kicked the teen’s legs widely apart. Her virgin ass and pussy displayed to the crowd, but she didn’t mind. She knew she had to obey this man. She heard the clatter as Marc Antony shed his armor.
When she looked back over her shoulder, she gasped at what she saw. Her Roman lover sported a huge nine inch cock that was as big around as her forearm. “Oh my God! You’re huge! That thing will never fit in me. Please Sir, at least see that I am well prepared before you use that weapon on me.”
Antony laughed. “I promise you it will fit. You may prepare yourself any way you wish. I have waited eons for this, and the time of my relief is at hand.”
Marc Antony then stepped between Cleopatra’s spread legs and lined his cock up with her untried hole. With a quick and powerful thrust forward, his cock’s head forced the virgins’s labia apart.
She cried out at the pain of having her tender pussy so suddenly pried open. “Oh! God! It’s too big. Take it out. Please take it out. Please get me ready first. Then you can have my cherry.” Andrea cried out. She sobbed and her tears flowed freely making a puddle of tears on the table.
With a sadistic grin, Antony patted Cleopatra’s upturned ass. “Of course my Queen. I’ll take it out. I’ll take it out as soon as you’ve been well fucked!” The Roman commander then grabbed both of Cleopatra’s hips and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. He barely felt it as his cock ripped through the teen’s virginity.
“Ieeeeeeeeeee!” Andrea screamed. “Please, no more! I can’t take any more.” She begged.
Almost gently, Antony patted Cleopatra’s ass again. Of course you can my Queen. You’ll take it until I fill that hole with my seed.” Using her hips for hand holds he proceeded to pound in and out of her tight and bleeding cunt. He rammed into her cervix with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity to Andrea, Antony slammed his cock deep into her cunt, rammed into her womb, and filled her with hot cum.
By then Andrea was not fully conscious. She moaned as she drifted in and out of reality. She could feel her pussy being filled with hot cum and somehow knew her ordeal was almost over.
Antony slowly pulled his blood and cum coated cock from Cleopatra’s bleeding pussy. He then addressed his host. “Master, with your permission, I would offer my blood coated cock and this bloody hole to the Count and his mate.”
The Warlock nodded his ascent.
The Count and his mate quickly accepted Marc Antony’s gift. They soon had both Antony’s cock and Cleopatra’s pussy clean.
Igor served another round of wine while the Chef disappeared into his kitchen. He returned a few minutes later and announced. “Dinner is served.”
Then four of the kitchen assistants entered the dinning hall carrying a very large platter on their shoulders. All except the teen girls applauded the entrance of the main course. The girls simply stared in disbelief. There, high on the platter was there friend Carrie. Joan of Arc had again been roasted. She was perfectly roasted. Her skin had become a golden crust. Though the spit and cords had been removed, she remained in the position in which she had been roasted. She looked as if she were squatting on her ankles, knees, and forearms. Her golden rump roasts were prominently displayed. The Chef and his staff had done an excellent job. Joan of Arc was as beautiful roasted as she had been in life. Joan of Arc and her platter were placed in the center of the table along with numerous side dishes.
The Chef then pulled out a large carving knife from a holster on his belt. He stroked it on a honing steal as the guests seated them selves. When everyone was seated, the Chef sliced off a prime cut of rump roast. He served the Warlock first. He then sliced off more rump and thigh meat which was served to the guests.
When all had been served, the Warlock offered a toast. “To my beautiful mate the witch, to my son Damon, and to all our friends gathered here, I offer a toast to a year of pleasure and feasts. May this roasted Joan of Arc bring us all a wonderful year. Until we meet again, enjoy this evening and this meal.”
As the count took his seat, he noticed the girls were not eating their meat. He looked at each of them and said. “Eat! Joan of Arc is always better while still hot. And I assure you the Chef says this one was one hot bitch.”
The potion they had been given had totally removed their inhibitions. The girls all took a bite of Carrie’s meat. To their surprise, she tasted delicious. They then ate ravenously of their friend rump roast.
It was Susan that broke the tension that was still in the air. This brings a whole new meaning to chewing someone’s ass.“
Everyone laughed and enjoyed the dinner.
After everyone had eaten and had been served another goblet of wine, they all paired off with their chosen mates. Tinker Bell was taken up to a room the Count had been given for the evening. The Count was joined by his mate. As he drove his cock deep into Tinker Bell’s pussy, both he and his mate bit deeply into her tits. She moaned in pain but held her attackers heads to her chest as they fed. The Count filled her womb with cum before moving to kiss her neck.
When his mate joined him at the other side of Tinker Bell’s neck, they both drove their fangs deep into her throat. This time there was no Warlock’s order to stop. They fed until Tina as Tinker Bell was drained of her life-giving blood. Her lifeless body was carried to a dark corner of their quarters and place in a coffin made especially for her.
Wolfy and Little Red Riding Hood were at it again next to the fireplace. Wolfy and Lauren were both howling as he humped her in an attempt to enter her again. She cried out as his long slender cock sunk into her ass. “Oh Wolfy! You’re in the wrong hole. Please put it in my pussy, not my ass.”
Wolfy growled and nipped at Lauren’s neck as he continued to rapidly thrust his cock into her ass.
“Oh fuck it!” Lauren sighed. You can fuck me anyway you like. Just keep fucking me.” She was groaning with pleasure and thrusting her ass back toward Wolfy’s cock as he drove it deep into her ass.
Lauren yelped as Wolfy violently rammed his cock into Little Red Riding Hood’s ass. His large knot had been jammed past her sphincter and into her bowel.
Lauren howled in protest and tried to pull away from the cock and knot in her ass.
Wolfy was enraged. How dare his bitch resist him. He fucked her all the harder until he began to cum. He then turned so they were ass to ass again while his cum flowed into his bitch’s bowels.
When Wolfy finished cuming he jerked his knot out of Lauren’s ass as soon as he could. As cum and blood ran from her ass, she turned and yelled at her lover. “How dare you hurt me like that? You could have...”
Wolfy leapt on Lauren. She screamed only once more. The werewolf quickly bit and ripped her throat out. She fell to the floor with blood pouring out of her gaping neck. Wolfy began devouring her before she gasped her last and died. He didn’t stop eating until all he had left were bones to gnaw on.
Marc Antony pulled Cleopatra to the table where he had her bend over again. “I think I’ll try your ass this time. You don’t object do you, my Queen?”
“No, you can have my ass if you want. Please take it easier than you did last time.” She begged.
As Antony slammed his big cock deep into her ass, Andrea screamed in pain. She continued to scream as Antony thrust rapidly in and out of her widely stretched asshole. He repeatedly rammed his cock into his Cleopatra until he was about to start cuming in her bowels.
At the very point that he started cuming, Antony jerked her head up by the hair. Through clinched teeth he cursed her. “You fucking whore. I gave you my heart and you gave yourself to Caesar. Now, you can meet him in hell.”
Antony then thrust as hard as he could into Cleopatra ass and flooded her bowels with cum. At the same time, he pulled his dagger and sliced her throat. He finished cuming just as Cleopatra past from this world and into the next.
About that time, the Count and his mate retired to their quarters where Tinker Bell’s body was lying. They again fed from her tits until she had nothing more to give. Tina lay quiet. No signs of life were evident. The vampires continued feeding on her corpse.
Suddenly, as if by magic, Tinker Bell opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Though extremely pale, she rose from her coffin. The three of them returned to the main dinning room and paid their respects to the Warlock and his mate. They flew off into the night sky with Tinker Bell flying between the two old vampires. She had learned to fly.
The Warlock then turned toward Susan. She had been quietly nursing Damon as she watched the end of her friends. “Now my beloved mate. It is time I paid some attention to you and my son.”
“Am I going to die now like my friends, Master?” There was no fear in her voice. She simply asked a matter-of-fact question of her Master.
“No my love. You have done well and followed my instructions perfectly. It is my intent to use your body again as I did last year. Then I will send you home safely. It is your job to care for Damon and see that he learns all he can of your world before coming to be with me in my world. Now my love join me in my bed chamber.”
“Yes, Master. Will you give me another child?” She smiled at her Master as she followed him to his bed.
“No! You are not ripe at this time. Remember I can smell when you are ripe for impregnating. I will use your body as any other mate would.”
“Please use me Master. Take me and make me yours again tonight.” Susan was happy to give herself to her Master. She climbed on the huge bed and spread her legs wide. “I am yours to use Master.”
The Warlock quickly disrobed and took the gift Susan was offering.
“Oh, Master. It doesn’t hurt this time. It feels like you are much smaller.”
The Warlock laughed. “I am. You remember how I grew from a shriveled little thing to nine inches of fat cock?”
“Yes, Master.” She answered.
“This time I entered you while it was still small so you would not feel pain.”
“Oh, wait! It’s getting bigger inside me. Oh my God! It’s huge again, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“No my mate. When I took you last time, your body was forced to make certain changes. One of them was to allow you pussy to expand enough to except me. The draw back is you will never be able to find a normal human male that can satisfy you.”
“Oh my God, Master. I have to be the luckiest girl in the world. You can fuck me with that massive cock and it doesn’t hurt. I will never want another mate. I can feel your cock still growing inside me. Take me Master. Please take your mate and fuck her hard!” Susan begged.
The Warlock did just that. He almost violently rode his mate’s pussy. He rammed her cervix with each thrust forward. She grunted in pleasure with each hit to her cervix. He hammered the teen’s cum hungry cunt with the speed of a jackhammer. She was returning each thrust with one of her own. Her legs were wrapped around his legs to give her leverage as she pulled his cock deeper with each thrust. With one final thrust, the Warlock drove his cock deep into his mate’s womb and filled her with cum.
The old clock began chiming the midnight hour. The Warlock said to his mate. “My beloved mate, try to bring more virgins to the next party when I call.”
“Yes Master. But what should I say to the authorities when they investigate the disappearance of these four girls?”
“There will be no investigation. They were runaways when they came to you. These girls have already been erased from the world’s memory. You are the only human that can remember them. See you next year my beloved. Take good care of my son, Damon.” The Warlock then gently kissed Susan just as the old clock sounded the final chime of the midnight hour.
Susan immediately found her self in her own bed. Damon was sleeping peacefully in his crib next to her. Susan reached down to her pussy and smiled broadly. Her pussy was still oozing her Master’s cum. She brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. It had not been a dream. With a voice even she could barely hear, she called out. “Goodnight my Master.”
“Goodnight my beloved mate.” She heard her Master’s voice in her mind, but she knew he had spoken to her. After licking her Master’s seed from her sticky fingers, Susan dozed off to a peaceful sleep.