Story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY (MF, cons, rape, oral, anal)


We have already been introduced, dear reader. I am Victoria and I
am a vampire. As you may recall, my master decided to turn me
from his maid to his mistress in the heat of passion. It’s a
bit of an upgrade as becoming master’s mistress is basically
the same as marriage in the vampiric circles. When my master is
away, I’m the boss and the maids are there to serve me even if
it means servicing me. A mistress can get lonely without her
master, can’t she?

Master has a game he likes to play with me and sometimes the
maids called “Rape”. Essentially whoever is slowest to get
the other off is “raped” by the winner. Let’s be quite
clear though, it’s not the same as rape where the girl really
and truly doesn’t want to have sex. I’ve only known master to
rape one girl and he made all the maids watch as a lesson.

We had added a new maid to our staff and master called her over
to him. She came and stood beside his chair and he grabbed her
ass. Like the other maids, she did not wear panties under her
uniform skirt so I knew that she felt the warmth of his hand on
her bare flesh. She pulled away from him. That was her first
mistake.

“Alexa, come sit in my lap,” he said as he unzipped his
pants. I could see he was getting ready for Alexa to give herself
to him. I do mean “give” for master doesn’t hire maids that
aren’t virgins. Certainly makes the hiring process interesting,
no doubt about it. She refused, knowing full well what master’s
command meant for her chastity.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. I cannot allow the patriarchy to
control my actions. I am a modern woman and I am not yours to use
at your whim.”

“You really are a dumb bitch!” His voice was full of malice
and I knew he didn’t harbor an ounce of affection when he
called her a bitch, not like with the rest of us. “Did you
really think I hired you for your modern feminist ideals? I hired
you because you have 2 tits and 3 holes that I want to fuck and I
had hoped that you could do as you are told. Clearly I made a
mistake.”

“Fire me if you dislike my service. I’m sure you can find
plenty of other girls who will just follow orders and basically
be your whores. I won’t be one of them.”

“You really don’t get it do you, cunt? The only reason you
got hired is because of what is between your legs and the fact
that it’s untouched. It’s very attractive actually, if
we’re being honest. However, your brain has clearly been
replaced by sawdust, you don’t follow orders. What good is a
maid that doesn’t follow commands? None at all really. She’d
be a terrible employee. I’ll give you one more chance to sit on
my lap.”

“No, I refuse. You are not the special someone I wish my first
time to be with.”

“Wrong answer, bitch. You weren’t hired to think for yourself
or decide or give orders. It is the other way around.”
Master’s voice was cold as ice and hard as steel. I had never
heard him address even the maids this way. She was definitely not
going to like what was probably swimming around his brain right
now.

Master is usually fairly slow and deliberate in his actions. He
made love to me once for a full 24 hours as he is blessed with
both libido and patience and a strong desire to protect and
serve. Maybe he was a policeman before he was turned. I never
asked him about it. Contrary to what Twilight teaches one about
vampires, Dracula is a little closer to the truth. Besides, it
isn’t polite to ask how someone was turned. It would sort of be
like asking a girl her age or what losing her V-Card was like for
her. If she wants to tell you, she’ll tell you. But today,
master was not master’s usual self. Today he was not the
sweetie pie who turned me into a vampire while we made sweet,
sweet passionate love; tonight master was a predator and Alexa
was his prey.

Master moved as quick as a flash, greased lightning didn’t have
anything on him. He reached up and grabbed Alexa by her long,
flowing hair close to the scalp. If she wanted to get away, she
would have to either tear out all of her hair now or cut it.
Master doesn’t like sharp, stabbing objects around him so that
option was out. He jerked her head back, exposing her neck and I
was tempted to rip her throat out and feast on her warm blood.
That would have been the merciful thing really.

Using her hair like a bannister, master hauled himself up and
forced Alexa across the room. He threw her roughly onto a
mattress that had been laid out for just this purpose. If she
said yes or if she said no, she was going to be ravaged on this
mattress today. No two ways about it.

“Please master, if you want me, take me. I’ll give myself to
you. I take back what I said earlier.”

“Well, you speak truth but it’s past that time now. I do want
you else I would not have told you to sit on my dick. I will take
you and you will give yourself to me as a maid should give
herself to her master, fully and without conditions. It is good
that you had a change of heart but I have not changed my mind. I
am going to rape you, Alexa. You are not going to like it as I
can last for a very long time. There will not be a hole untouched
on your body, be assured of that. Now…”

Master had positioned himself and I could see tears sparkling in
her eyes and hear her pleading futilely just before that telltale
“OWWWW!” told me that master had turned her into a woman.
There were no sounds of wet, lewd sloshing as when master took
the maids or I as his or rather we were pleased to offer
ourselves to him when he showed an interest in us. I turned on my
heel and left the room. There was no need to watch master have
his fun with the maid. He had only commanded the help to attend,
not me. I went to the coffin we shared and dozed off.

Four hours later I woke up and joined master and Alexa. Master
was still going at it. He seems to have the ability to only cum
when he wants to but as much in a load as he wants to. Clearly he
hadn’t since the poor girl was sobbing into the pillows pressed
over her face. She was no longer begging him to stop, just lying
there and taking the pounding into her once-so-pristine pussy.
Master looked up at me as I entered.

“Oh good, you’re here. You should see this.” He clearly was
cumming inside her bruised and battered little love hole as she
gave off a sigh of relief and then master pulled out. Clearly he
had decided to put a hefty load of cum inside her, enough that
one could be forgiven for thinking she had just been gang raped.
He flipped her over and I have to admit, she did have a pretty
nice ass, the kind that makes men go crazy for girls in yoga
pants. ‘Oh sweetie, you think pussy rape is bad, you have no
idea what your ass is in for.’

Alexa gave off a shrill scream and I knew that master had just
deflowered yet another hole. Again I left to go back to bed.
There was no sense gloating over the poor girl’s plight, no
reason for an “I told you so”. There was no doubt that master
acting like a master turned me on yet not enough to watch what
would probably be another 4 hours of sex.

After nap #2 I returned to the room. True to my prediction,
master was still going at it. He looked at me and I saw tear
tracks down his face. I don’t know who cried more, him or her.
He grunted and I knew that was his orgasm grunt. He was filling
her bowels up with master spunk. I was a bit jealous of her right
now. Not all of her, certainly not all of her experiences, but
master’s dick in her ass pretty much.

“I want to die,” said Alexa weakly. “I’ve learned my
lesson. Please kill me.”

“If only you’d learned faster that your opinions and wants
and everything come second to mine. You are here to serve me and
usually that involves me serving you. Ask any of the women in
this household and they would tell you. It wouldn’t have taken
8 long hours for you. Alexa, I give you mercy!” The sound of
her throat being ripped out signaled dinnertime to me. When I
came over, I saw that my master’s face was tear-streaked and
sad and even now, as Alexa drowned in her own blood, he looked at
her and his eyes never left hers. They wordlessly said that he
was sorry and that even now he had nothing but love for her. It
made me feel almost guilty about helping master drain her warm
blood from her corpse. Almost.

I am brought out of my reminiscence by master’s hot cum hitting
the back of my throat. I drink it down as if my very life
depended on it. It doesn’t of course but whether it’s because
master eats the same food I do, it’s actually pretty tasty. I
swallowed a veritable tsunami of scrumptious semen for master. He
likes girls that swallow the best, all guys do.

“My turn!” he says as he pushes me backwards onto our bed.
Between my remembrance of Alexa (don’t judge!) and my tight
little twat rubbing against our silk sheets as I served master, I
was already quite ready for him. My sheer and very short
semi-transparent teddy had ridden up my legs when he pushed me
backwards and master wasted no time, squandered no opportunity
when it came to paying me lip service. In seemingly no time flat,
I was pulling his head deeper against my little 'coochie as I
called out his name.

Do I lose on purpose or is master just that good? In the game of
Rape, there are no winners or losers. It’s "rape" after
all. That just basically means he’s more assertive, dominant
and the sex is more passionate. Our protests are staged. I wait
for the cue that I lost.

“Run, bitch, run!”

I take off like a shot heading for the frog pond, master hot on
my heels. He knows it is my favorite place on the grounds, how
many times we’ve made love by its banks. Now he plans to
"rape" me here and I am looking forward to it eagerly. I run
until I am thigh-deep in the water, the denser substance slowing
me until master splashes up behind me. He has enough momentum
that the sudden loss of it sends him crashing into me and knocks
us both into deeper water. The white teddy no longer hides any of
my body’s parts, not that it is much of a change.

Master is not one to waste time. I am his reward and he wastes no
time making me his as he penetrates me forcefully. This only
serves to knock me even more off-balance and I fall forward
pulling him with me with my pussy. My face is under the water and
I begin to panic when he doesn’t let me up for air. My
struggles are like what I would assume I would put up if I
suffered that fate worse than death of an actual rape. My lungs
fill with water as he cums inside me and I am not fast enough to
cover my mouth when I subsequently cum around his cock.
Surprisingly, I am no more dead than when he made me a vampire.
It was to become the start of a very pleasant 4 hours of
underwater "rape".

Exhausted but sated, we drag ourselves out of the water as the
moon rises. Master lays me down with my head toward the water and
presses on my back until my lungs water the grass with that which
had previously filled them. I do the same for him and master
begins to explain himself.

“Obviously I had to become a vampire somehow just as you had
to. One night I met a girl at a club and took her home to her
place. I’ll spare you the details of what we did at her place
but she had a pool and much of that night centered around that.
She suggested we see if we could make love underwater and I
agreed. She would not let me up until she came and as the water
filled my lungs and I embraced death, I felt her teeth penetrate
my neck the same as I was penetrating her. Suddenly the water in
my lungs didn’t matter and I was able to get her off
underwater. It is why I am who I am today and why you became who
you are. Those times when I’m away, I often stop at her place.
You could say she is my mother but not when we’re in bed
together. We do things you would not expect a mother and son to
do, just as I am your father after a fashion and our
father-daughter relations are far from kosher. As to why you didn't die with lungs filled with water, you're already dead. The only thing lungs full of water does is mute you. It takes air to speak. Since we're used to breathing, it's natural to panic the first time but once your lungs are clear again, you resume as easily as riding a bicycle. Also, breathing helps us get closer to our prey. Imagine how freaked out they would be if we didn't breathe around them.”

“I know I should be jealous you fuck other women but I’m not.
I don’t make a fuss when you exercise your masterly prerogative
with the maids. It would be selfish of me if I did. Thank you for
playing "rape" with me, master. I had fun. Until next time
then,” I say with a kiss.

“Until next time,” he says beaming.