Date: Thu, 05 May 2005 10:31:37 -0500 From: Sere Mela <xv_foreverzero_vx@hotmail.com> Subject: Rayne 1 Rayne - Lesbian Scifi/Fantasy Includes rape and hermaphrodite sex and combat If any of this offends you, don't read it. Rayne, the Butcheress, and the Daemonites are the idea, creation, and trademark/copyright of Majesco (NASDAQ: COOL). All characters and situations are copyright of their respective entities. Yay, another story series that I wrote a long time ago. Hope you enjoy this one as much as my other one. Remember, your comments are my only reward, so feel free to send 'em --- "Only a few more Nazis and I can get the fuck out of here," Rayne thought dryly. She had been climbing through this Nazi hell hole for days, it seems. At first, infiltrating and "dealing with" the German officers in this fortress in Argentina was pretty simple. Using her vampiric powers, Rayne was able to quickly dispatch a good half-dozen officers. They fell quickly to her forearm armed switch blades, bullets from weapons Rayne had "relieved" from soldiers, and Rayne's insatiable hunger for warm, sustaining life force in the form of blood. However, an hour or so ago, the situation completely fucked up, Rayne thought. The Nazis had been using the mountain fortress for experimentation. One of their experiments decided to release itself. Well, not one, but an entire damned swarm! These creatures were called Daemites, or at least, that's how the soldier on the intercom referred to them before he was consumed. Daemites resembled large snakes with ugly, bulbous heads. In their natural form, Rayne easily hacked them to pieces with her blades as they were rather difficult to hit with bullets. However, the daemites had a bad habit of infesting people. They would enter through the mouth and replace the head with their own, taking control of the body. These infested soldiers were by far tougher than the humans they replaced. Rayne could unload whole clips into them and hack off a few limbs before they would fall. Even then, the pure daemites would abandon the body to go after Rayne still. Rayne finally made her way to the roof of the compound. She had just dispatched another officer a few levels lower. She had hacked the body apart pretty well as she didn't want any daemites coming from behind. However, on the roof she would have one of the strangest encounters of her life. "Eckstein, finally! Where's Kommando?" muttered a beautifull busty blonde from a control panel facing a large pit. Rayne took a quick glance at the area. The roof was rectangular. The longer sides were fenced end while the ends were marked with doors into buildings. It's the big blonde bitch from before! thought Rayne. She recognized her--she was a German scientist doctor person. Rayne didn't really care. Her name was Dr. "The Butcheress" Bathory. Rayne only cared about her name because it was on her target list. Taking a second glance at the German, Rayne grew to appreciate her looks. Dr. Bathory had a heavier build than Rayne's, but she was quite attractive. In fact, Bathory seemed to just be a larger version of Rayne and very, very proportional. "Eckstein won't be answering anymore questions, "Butcheress"," shot Rayne, a smile on her face as she hoped she would surprise the scientist enough to give her an advantage in a fight. Rayne's tactic seemed to failed as the Butchress simply and slowly turned around to smile at Rayne. Of course, Rayne couldn't see the smile as the lower part of the Butchress's face was covered with a medical mask. "We have something in common, you and I. I'm a direct descendent of Erzse'bet Bathory, you know the name?" Well, she seems to know who...what I am, or, at least, half of what I am, thought Rayne. She doesn't seem good at conversation. Of course, Rayne did recognize the name the moment she saw the list. "The "Blood Countess"," muttered Rayne, wondering what the point was. "I had a feeling you'd recognize the name. You should appreciate the lust for blood," stated the Butcheress. The Butcheress wasn't as sadistic as the rumors said. Oh, she was clearly insane, but she also had the mind and intellect of a goddess. She lust for blood in her family, especially for her, was a genetic trait which allow her and her family to retain their youth longer than average though she needed the blood of others for it. Because of this, she took an interest in the occult and was a prime target for the Nazi recruitment teams. Rayne wretched. She had heard the stories of the Bathory clan and of their lust for blood. She needed blood to survive. The Butcheress and her kin were worse than animals. Rayne only fed on those who were in her way, or when she desperately needed to be healed. The fact that Rayne had fed on mutated humans, and worse, was a testment to this. "I don't appreciate senseless killing. You're a monster, like those creatures below." The Butchress smiled as she turned around. Her firm, self-reliant voice echoed off the walls of the compound and down from the pit that dominated the center of the area. She flicked a few switches and pressed a few buttons, though Rayne could not see the combination. "The natives call them "Daemites"," muttered the Butcheress as she worked. A lone soldier, having cowered the moment Rayne came into view. He had seen the pale-skinned dhampir cut through dozens if not hundreds of soldiers just like him. He didn't stand a chance. What am I doing here, he thought. I don't even have a name tag! Such were the thoughts of the soldier just before the platforms dotting the floor of the area dropped out into the much larger pit underneath the compound. Only the small railings that ran along the outside of the platforms remained. "No, please Doctor, not me! Neeeeiiiiiin!" cried the soldier as he fell forever into the pit of eager daemites. The platforms quickly slid back into place as the Butchress turned around. "This is fascinating," she stated. "First they squeeze their soft body into the mouth. They secrete digestive enzymes from their skin to eat the brain. The tail is inserted, rather forcefully, into the spinal column, tapping directly into the host's nervous system. They control the host body like a puppet, seeking extremes of pleasure and pain. Mostly, the easiest sensation wins out: pain. They also reproduce asexually in the chest cavity. Quite remarkable, really." The Butcheress smiled secretly once again to Rayne as she finished her lecture. The thrill of the impending brawl and the beauty of Rayne herself caused adrenaline to pump through her system. "If you say so. What are you going to do with them?" Rayne shot back, trying to sound non-chalant, but a worryness creeping into her voice. "Let me see," said the Butcheress as she assumed a mocking 'thinking' position, her fingers scratching her well-defined chin. "I could keep them here and feed them with my men, or I can release them on your country." With that, the Butcheress lunged dangerously at Rayne. Rayne quickly scrambled to bring up her defenses which relaxed somewhat during the dialogue. Rayne brought her switch blade swords into their 'erect' position as she charged at Bathory. While quite beautiful and athletic, Rayne assumed that she was still a glasses-wearing geek whom she would happily hack apart. As Rayne quickly launched forward, her blades moving symmetrically into a flying X-like movement to finish off the Butcheress by slicing her shapely body into several pieces. The dhampir was very surprised when the good doctor slipped under the blades and slide up against Rayne, a delightful thrill running up both of their bodies as they each felt the front of each other's body. Rayne hesitating while Bathory didn't. The Butcheress slammed the side of her forehead directly into the front of Rayne's. Even though Rayne wasn't a complete human, she still had their anatomy. The small bone in the center of her forehead touched her brain, causing Rayne to stumble back a little. Bathory took this opportunity to slam her knee into Rayne's delectably leather clad abdomen. Rayne hunched over a little as she felt her strength fade for a moment. The Butcheress, never stopping her assault, slammed her wickedly heeled boots into Rayne's chin in a high kick. Rayne flew into the door she just came out of. After a split second, she recovered from the blows. Fuck this, Rayne thought as she brought to bear a couple of lugers. She quickly aimed and squeezed the triggers of the pistols several times, firing shot after shot at the big blonde bitch. Unfortunately for Rayne, Bathory could concentrate her perception and reflexes in much the same way Rayne could. This meant that, like Rayne, Bathory could dodge bullets with amazing skill and a certain amount of certainty. Rayne found this out as Bathory closed into the boxed-in Rayne and spun under Rayne's right Luger as she was firing away at the Butcheress. The Butcheress, much like before, sneaked up from under Rayne, sliding her front against the surprised dhampir. Bathory grabbed Rayne's right arm with her left. The doctor then brough her curled right arm to her left side and slammed her elbow roughly into Rayne's head. The force of the blow would have certainly caused a normal person's head to whiplash into a satisfying snapping of the neck. However, Rayne was decidedly not human. The slam of Bathory's elbow did not kill her though it did cause her brain to be shuffled up inside of her skull. After the first shock to her system, Rayne had the certain urge to eat fish. The next elbow caused her to understand everything that ever is and shall be in the universe. The last blow to her head caused her to completely forget that knowledge. With the shock of the blows, Rayne was dazed as the Butcheress picked up the poor girl by her tight, leather pants which dug painfully into Rayne's crotch. The pain cleared the fog around Rayne's mind. In fact, Rayne concentrated on this pain. Her muscles twitched and her vision took on a red tint as if she were seeing through blood. She entered a state of mind of which she affectionately dubbed blood rage. In this state she moved faster, hit harder, and was sexier than hell. However, there was a catch--she could only enter this state for a short period of time before she became exhausted. She hoped that would be enough time to slaughter the Butcheress. Meanwhile, Bathory was taken back as Rayne's sudden change of disposition. She was especially surprised when Rayne's boot hit the side of her ribs. But what surprised the Butcheress the most was the side of Rayne's boot paying her back in the face with a spin kick that sent the good doctor stumbling back to her control panel. "Watch your step! Ha, ha, ha! Somebody wants to meet you!" she shouted as she hit several switches, opening the platforms to the pits below. The enraged Rayne, however, was standing on the rails lining the platforms. Unfortunately for her, these railings electrified, throwing Rayne towards the central area outlining the main pit, where Bathory awaited. Thus began a gruesome battle. For each blow Rayne put on the Butcheress, the Butcheress returned to her. Blow for blow, they were evenly matched, but Rayne was quickly running out of rage. With her last of her rage inspired strength, Rayne slammed her fist roughly into the doctor's solarplex, sending her spinning until she landed hunched over the control panel. Rayne stalked over towards the Butcheress, her switch blades out ready to end this big blonde bitch. However, the Butcheress was not as dazed as she appeared. She grabbed the sides of the control panel and heaved against it, her leg shooting up and catching Rayne in her sensitive chin, sending the dhampir over towards the pit. Rayne panicked as she stared into the pit, herself teetering over the edge. I don't want a daemite in me, her fear-gripped mind shouted as she slowly lost her balance and fell toward the pit. Rayne was saved as she felt a tug on her arms. The Butcheress grabbed the mechanisms that controlled Rayne's switch blades and used them to throw her against the control panel. The dhampir struggled for breath as the Butcheress removed Rayne's switchblades and replaced them with heavy steel shackles. The Butcheress then mashed her front roughly against Rayne's back. The doctor sighed as she grinded her crotch into Rayne's lusch, firm ass. Rayne gasped as she felt something poke and rub against her leather clad ass. "What the hell is that?" Rayne cried out. She didn't mean to scream that loudly, but the perverted blonde German was roughly groping and pinching Rayne's breasts and nipples through her vest. "Well, if you really want to know, my little bitch..." trailed off the Butcheress. The busty blonde then roughly jerked down Rayne's skin-tight leather pants around the dhampir's ankles. Such as they were, the slacks around Rayne's ankles were just as good as any shackles. Rayne's struggles renewed as she felt the cold night air along her bottom and legs, struggling against the Butcheress until the good doctor reached between Rayne's legs and roughly cupped the dhampir's cunny, eliciting a small coo of pleasure. "It seems my little girl is a little naughty," laughed Bathory. She ran a finger along the struggling dhampir's wettening cunny to the shivering dismay of Rayne. She emphasized her comment with a sharp swat to Rayne's delectable ass. "Oh, your ass jiggles so wonderfully when swatted," exclaimed the Butcheress as she rained slap after slap onto Rayne's defenseless, struggling bum as Rayne whimpered less from pain and more from humiliation and growing arousal. Rayne gasped loudly as she felt a finger slide slowly into her seemingly willing twat. The Butcheress's finger slowly entered Rayne's cunt more and more, slowly twisting around inside of the warm, dripping canal. The digit traced along the walls of Rayne's cunt, and, to the dhampir's moaning disapproval, was soon joined by another questing digit. Rayne struggled valiantly against her bonds as she felt her orgasm rise. She knew that if she came, the Butcheress would win and she would be at the blonde bitch's mercy. However, Rayne had little choice as she felt Bathory's thumb slide up against Rayne's clit and begin to flick and stimulate the sensitive nubbin. Though the thumb was not inside of her, Rayne felt even more powerful sensations coming from the small piece of flesh as its hood was flicked to the side. Dr. Bathory was playing Rayne like a well-stringed instrument. Rayne reacted just like the many girls she had taken, willing or not, over the years. Her moans became louder and closer together until they reached their peak with a third finger being added to the sexy dhampir's sloppy, wet cuny causing her long held-back orgasm to wash over her. The Butcheress flipped Rayne over onto her back and slipped between the drooling girl's bound legs. Rayne stared lustfully at the big tittied blonde as Balthory made as big show as she slowly sucked and licks Rayne's juices from her fingers. Her fingers glistened from her saliva as the Butcheress unlaced the front of Rayne's vest, freeing the bound dhampir's large, lovely breasts. Rayne moaned and groaned as she felt her will slip away. While Rayne was preoccupied, the Butcheress layed across the bound, witless girl, rubbing the coarse material of her coat over the dhampir's sensitive, diamond-hard nipples. Rayne let out a quick gasp as she felt the coat slide across her breasts. "Better than leather, isn't it?" chuckled Balthory as she pulled her medical mask off while Rayne enjoyed the new sensations. Rayne didn't know if it was the wonderful orgasm, the arousal treatment of her sensitive nipples, or the blows to the head, but she held a new appreciation as she gazed up at the perfect though malevolent face of the Butcheress. The smooth skin of her face, the blue eyes that seemed as sapphires, the beautiful hair that framed her face... Rayne shaked the adorement away as she felt her cunny give a twitch of lust at her thoughts. All the while, the Butcheress continued her gaze at the shackled Rayne. Rayne couldn't, or wouldn't, move away from Balthory's face as the busty blonde slowly moved her face towards the bound dhampir. Rayne eyes couldn't look away from the sensuous red lips of the German scientist until they pressed firmly against Rayne's own. Both sets of lips were soft as silk, though firm. This was a first for Rayne and the softness of a woman's lips against her own was intoxicating. Rayne's arousal increased exponentially as those soft, silky lips parted her own and a warm, wet tongue snaked into her own mouth. The dhampir resisted the sudden urge to bite on the tongue, much to her horror, as the conquering red tongue explored her mouth. In fact, Rayne's own tongue was prompted to join in on the fun. Every move of Balthory caused the coarse coat to run across Rayne's nipples and every flick and lick of the bitch's tongue caused Rayne to moan in even more in pleasure. Even the breath of the blonde was sweet and heady to the horny captive. Rayne grunted as she felt Balthory slowly grind her crotch against her own, feeling that strange bulge once again. However, Rayne didn't care. All she cared about at this point was the wonderful pleasure building inside of her, leading to another climax. To this end, she slowly, hoping to escape notice, moved her hips slightly with Balthory's crotch. Balthory, conscious of her own rising desires (among other things), broke the kiss with the lust-struck Rayne. Rayne licked her lips, savouring the taste of the delicious doctor, and pouted at the kiss having ended as Balthory slowly crawled down Rayne's front. The dhampir let out a long moan as the delicious contact against Balthory's rough coat and exposed chest and neck. However, Rayne's true pleasure came when the Butcheress nestled her face between the pale girl's disproportionally large breasts, licking and sucking at the warm flesh. Rayne couldn't believe the wonderful sensations that her body could make. Having Balthory at her breasts was as pleasurable as feeding, if not more. The doctor would lick and suck along Rayne's impressive globes, leaving a warm trail of saliva on the pale flesh. The wonderful pink tongue would then circle around the tip of Rayne's breast, teasing the bound dhampir's nipple and areola with the promises of pleasure to come. The Butcheress would not reneg on those promises either as her mouth latched onto the nipple, forming a seal around the nubbin as her tongue flicked across it over and over. The blonde's other hand was busy pinching and rolling Rayne's other nipple, sending the girl to high heights of pleasure. Rayne couldn't control herself anymore. The constant teasing, the new sensations, the wonderful scent of blood and arousal in the air were too much for her. She moaned loudly and cooed and sighed like a horny little slut as the Butcheress played with her bosom. Bathory would pop a saliva coated breast from her mouth and kiss her way over to the other, just to engulf that mammary and as much of the surrounding breast flesh as possible. This was too much for Rayne as she moaned and bucked in a powerful orgasm that left her seeing stars. In fact, her orgasm was so powerful that Rayne was she her cunt spasmed so hard, her juices were sprayed onto the Butcheress's crotch. Normally, Rayne would have been devastated by such an act, but she was exhausted and still, to her shock, quite horny. "It seems our little intruder is quite a little number. The little harlot has cum two times and we're just on foreplay," mocked the Butcheress. Rayne opened her mouth to shoot back a "fuck off" or some other quip but she was stopped with a sigh as the scientist's hands slowly traces their way down her stomach. The Butcheress started to make herself more comfortable by unbuttoning several buttons of her coat, allowing her massive mammaries to spill forward. Her breasts, a DD or even an E cup seem to defy all logic. The Butcheress was very athletic and muscular which was illustrated when she handed Rayne her ass. However, her breasts were large and seemed to defy gravity. Rayne almost drooled as the sudden sight of the white, fleshy bosom caused a flood of desire eminating from her cunt. The Butcheress laughed at the bound dhampir at seeing Rayne's lust. "So you like my bosom, eh, whore? Well, good, because they are quite good," chuckled Balthory as she lifted one of the large globes to her mouth, giving the nipple a few flicks with her tongue. "But they are not the greatest surprise on me--or the greatest object of lust." To emphasize her point, Balthory tugged down her pants to mid-thigh, and one of the greatest surprises in Rayne's long life flopped out onto Rayne's crotch--a massive, semi-erect cock! Rayne could do nothing but gasp while the Butcheress was nothing but smiles. Balthory's cock was still somewhat soft though it was as least ten inches long and four inches in circumference. The cock slowly grew on Rayne, letting the dhampir feel its warm, thorbbing power on her sensitive and bare crotch region. For some reason, Rayne desperately wished the cock to touch her lips, to tease her clit, and, God help me, she thought, fuck her faw. "I see you like my surprise," laughed the big-dicked blonde as she reached down, giving herself a few strokes to fully arouse her impressive foot long shaft. "So tell me, my little harlot, would you like me to do anything with my nice, hard cock? Maybe put it somewhere? Why, I have no money," mocked the blonde scientist, sliding her free hand across Rayne's abdoment. "Maybe you would like to be a slut instead of a whore for an hour or so? So tell me what you want, my sweet little slut." "I...I..." Rayne could barely control her lust. She wanted so badly to break her bonds, push the Butcheress down on the ground, and ride her until she exploded again in an endless stream of orgasms, the rest of the world be damned. But no, she couldn't. So, summoning the last vestiges of her will, she brazenly replied, "Let me you, you fucking big dicked bitch!" Laughing, the Butcheress took her cock in hand and brushed the bulbous head against Rayne's wet, sensitive, and now twitching lips. "What was that, little slut? I didn't quite catch that," remarked Balthory, seeing Rayne's moment of resolve melt into raw, animal lust. "I want...you to...f-f-..." mumbled Rayne, hoping, by the look of the blonde's cock, that she'd just fuck her and not make her admit to the fucking she so badly wanted. "I can't hear you, my tastey kirschwasser," said Balthory triumphantly, feeling her cockhead wet with lubrication. "Oh, God...fuck me!" "Come now, you can ask better than that, my dear." "F-fuck me! Please! Nnnn, fuck!" cried Rayne, her legs squeezing against Balthory. "Tell me what you want, and I may consider it," said the German, smiling. Balthory then roughly swatted Rayne's ass which caused a surge of pleasure through the dhampir. "And say "please", bitch. Where were you raised, America?" "God...Oh, God...T-take your big dick and fuck me! Split my cunt apart with your giant cock and rape me, please! I'll do anything, just let me cum again!" cried out Rayne, the last of her pride fading with the echo. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" laughed Balthory as the finally conquered the last vestiges of will. She slowly took her cock and aligned it with the opening of Rayne's cunt, showing the girl who was in charge as she firmly started applying pressure to Rayne's opening. The massive cockhead slowly but surely pushed apart the petals of the girl's flower, much to the discomfort of Rayne who was yelling in pleasure and pain. However, once the her cockhead was inside of Rayne, Balthory no longer went slow. She took long, powerful lunges in and out of Rayne's abused cunt. The almost virginal opening was quickly being torn apart into a wide gaping hole as Balthory moved with speed and power though keeping very careful not to slip out of the girl's loosening twat. Rayne cried out in pleasure and pain, though at this point it was mostly pain. The cock was about the size of her arm and it was tearing her apart from the inside. She was sure her blood was being added to the lubrication her betraying pussy was providing as she arched her back, trying to alleviate some of the pain. But, Rayne quickly realized that if she arched her back, her impressive mammaries would rub teasingly against Balthory's warm, sweating flesh. The contact sent shivers along Rayne's body, helping to reduce some of the pain of her rape. Balthory, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She had, of course, defiled virgins in the past, but this one could be hundreds of years old, yet her cunt was as tight as one she'd ever known--and the dhampir wasn't even a virgin! How fortunate for me, she thought as she worked half of her cock in and out of the poor, moaning girl. Having worked in a good portion of her cock, the blonde released her grip on Rayne's hips and cupped the back of the dhampir's head, feeling the red locks. Balthory then arched her back, presenting her wonderful breasts to the hungry eyes of Rayne. It took little goading to get the girl's lips locked around one of her pink-capped mounds. In fact, Balthory's hands were there mostly to keep Rayne from getting too eager. She probably won't even need my hands for supports, the slut, thought the Butcheress. Slowly, the pain in her cunt gave way to pleasure. Rayne's moans stimulated Balthory's tits even more, causing her long, hard strokes into her to be that much more powerful. Eventually, Balthory's massive cockhead was mashing against Rayne's cervix with every stroke, and Rayne couldn't have been happier. In fact, soon Rayne abandoned Balthory's breasts altogether, her moaning and thrashing becoming too great. The Butcheress's pleasures were growing almost out of control as well. Pre-cum was dripping from her cockhead by the gallons and she could feel her juices dripping along her thighs. Balthory's hands moved from Rayne's head to the dhampir's firm, tastey ass. As soon as Balthory felt the familiar sensations of an impending orgasm she roughly thrust deeply into Rayne, penetrating her cervix and mashing the head of her massive dick into the back of Rayne's womb. The intense pain and pleasure of such an act mixed with the pain and pleasure of Balthory's nails digging into Rayne's ass, and swatting the delectable piece of meat as well. Rayne's orgasms were triggered the moment Balthory broke into her cervix. When the cockhead hit the back of her womb, another orgasm began even before the first one could begin, then another, and another until a string of climaxes merged together to form one earth-shattering orgasm. Balthory's cum was not as life-moving, but it was certainly delicious as her cock spasmed and jumped into of Rayne, erupting in a pint of white, ropey seed inside of the dhampir. Rayne's cuntal muscles were to tight that they even managed to hold in the excess cum of Balthory--for a while at least. The pint of cum couldn't be held back as it splashed onto the thighs of the two horny bitches. The next few minutes were of the two women resting against each other, bathing in the glow of a mutual orgasm in a position that almost seemed romantic--until Balthory dropped the witless Rayne onto the ground. The bound girl merely looked up stupidly at the Butcheress and her massive cock as she continued to enjoy the afterglow of the string of climaxes. Balthory, knowing her transport would be here soon, yanked Rayne up to her knees. Balthory's cock dangled hypnotically in front of Rayne, amazingly still hard as ever. "Ready to clean my cock off, my tastey kirschwasser?" Rayne continued to stare at Balthory, changing her gaze from the massive piece of meat in front of her, up to the scientist's breasts, then to her face. Rayne was brought to a semi-conscious state by a quick but brutal slap. "I've...never done that before..." The next slap rocked Rayne's form. "I didn't asked if you've done it before. In fact, I'm not asking anything--I'm telling you that you're going to suck my cock and like it," stated the Butcheress, still in control after her orgasm, it seems. She also stated with another slap for emphasis, "And refer to me as "ma'am" since I am your better. Now, open up, slut." With that, Balthory hefted her heavy, glistening cock towards Rayne's lips. "Yes, ma--oughfff," Rayne only got so far before the giant cock was stuffed down her throat. Unable to think clearly, she did as she was told like an obedient dog--she started sucking and slurping at the warm foreign mass inside her mouth. The cockhead only went past Rayne's lips as Balthory was enjoying the lewd sucking sounds and the sensation of Rayne's tongue swabbing along the tip. She quickly felt another orgasm rise, but she decided to have a little more fun. Rayne on the other hand decided she liked sucking cock. She wasn't sure if she'd like sucking all cock or just really big dicks. Hell, she didn't even know if she's like really big dicks unless they were attached to beautiful women, but she knew she certainly liked sucking on this particular meat. Maybe it was the pleasure it could bring her, or did bring her, or the cum staining the shaft, but she did love giving it a bath. Rayne was jolted from her reverie as she felt the cock slide further into her mouth, seeking refuge in her throat. The Butcheress slowly fed her cock into Rayne's mouth after a few minutes of Rayne sucking and licking her shaft. Feeling some resistance, the Butcheress reached down to stroke Rayne's hair, then slide further down to roughly pinch her exposed nipples. "Open up, bitch." Rayne, grunting, didn't have anything other choice as the massive cockhead was pushed down her throat. Groaning in pain once again, tears formed in Rayne's eyes as the burning sensation in her throat overtook her shattered mind. One could even see the outline of the Butcheress's cock as it pushed down the dhampir's throat. Rayne mumbled and grunted, feeling her air supply cut off from the sheer size of the monster now buried in her throat. Balthory was having a grand time raping Rayne's mouth. The grunt and attempts to speak sent wonderful vibrations down Balthory's shaft. She sheer tightness of Rayne's warm, wet throat was delicious. The Butcheress loved the look of fear and pain in the eyes of those who's throats she was feeling--mainly because she loved knowing that her cock was too big for their throat. It's a shame there was never any opportunity of capturing the vision of a girl's throat bulging with her cock forever. Rayne's nostrils flared as apparently the blonde was pulling her cock from Rayne's sore mouth and cock, but, of course, Rayne was disappointed as the German shoved her massive dick back into Rayne's defenseless mouth. The next few minutes were of a lewd wet sound echoing throughout the compound as Balthory roughly fucked her foot long dick into the bound girl's resisting mouth. Rayne knew she shouldn't resist, especially when it didn't matter--her saliva and Balthory's precum mixed together nicely to form a lubricant, but each time the blonde shoved her dick in, Rayne lost her air supply. She was in a constant heady rush as Balthory's thrusts became harder and more urgent by the stroke. The Butcheress couldn't wait anymore as she roughly shoved her she-dick fully into Rayne's already roughly stretched throat. Balthory's dick expanded even more before it blasted another load deep into Rayne's stomach, mouth, and throat. Unlike the previous orgasm, the German's big, slopping, spasming dick spurted for several minutes down Rayne's throat. In fact, Rayne lost consciousness due to the fact. By the time Balthory pulled her shaft out of Rayne and covered the girl's near-naked form with her white, ropey seed, Rayne was out of it. Balthory smiled, tucked her cock back in her pants, fixed her attire, and went to work. When Rayne awoke, she was alone on top of the pit. She looked herself over. Besides still being covered in German cum, she had teeth marks on her neck, breasts, and thighs. The bitch fed on me, thought Rayne. Rayne then noticed that the shackles were off her hands. Looking around she found her blades and Balthory's hat, tags, and Rayne's target list--an X on the Butcheress's name and photo like all the others. I see, thought Rayne. She wants to be gone and never seen again, and I get rewarded with a fighting chance. Rayne quickly did her best to clean herself up, secretly savoring the taste of Balthory's German cum. She quickly slipped on her clothes and weapons, taking a moment to look at Balthory's tags. "Bitch," she said, wincing at the pain in her throat. "Still, a good fuck."