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

Hello, my name is Victoria Capwell and I am a vampire. Since
obviously I wasn’t born this way, this is sort of my origin
story.

I met my master online. Even before I was turned by my master,
neither of us spent a whole lot of time outside. I remember the
day that we met and how quickly we hopped into the sack, so to
speak. Our little role-play involved him being my master (he
obviously wasn’t yet) and I was his vampiric mistress.

Our conversations weren’t always sexual in nature although it
was nice when they were. I would often lie in bed naked with my
laptop while he pretended to ravish me and use my favorite dildo
to pretend that he was. I’ll be quite honest, nothing could be
more assured of getting me off than this.

Things progressed nicely until one day when I brought up
something I had read once about facials helping to keep one young
and wrinkle-free. The subtext was that I wouldn’t mind if he
sold his jizz, and it seemed like he could use the money, but I
wouldn’t mind if he came on my face because I trusted him.

“You’re serious about that?”

“Of course I am! A lady doesn’t make aging into a joke.”

“I can do better than that but there will be a price.”

“Anything master, I would do it if it’s with you.”

“Your place or mine?”

“Some place that is neutral. A lady can’t be too sure when
meeting a man.”

“How about Ottawa? Somewhere public like the city hall or
something. It’s closer for you than me still and it’s nowhere
near any of our houses.”

“Ok, August 14 sound okay?”

“Sure. I can’t wait to cum on your face. Until then.”

I’ll be honest, I’d never been like this before. I had never
practically begged for a facial. Why did the thought of a man’s
hot sperm on my face get me so wet between the legs? Maybe I
really was a slut. I had practically already given this man my
body in whichever way he might want it. I just knew that I
couldn’t wait for August 14 and fortunately it wasn’t all
that far away.

We met in the town square. Even were he not an actual vampire
(which I didn’t know at the time), I couldn’t see how girls
weren’t throwing themselves at him. I wouldn’t have cared if
he had taken me right then and there, to be honest.

“Are you satisfied? Shall we go somewhere a bit more
peaceful?”

“Y..yes please!”

He wrapped his arm around my back, guiding me to a nearby park
and sat down on a bench. I joined him as he began to speak.

“I can free you from where you live now but I have conditions.
If you cannot agree to them, that is that. We will still be
friends but really nothing more. The first thing is that you will
address me as master, just like in our fun online.”

“Yes master.”

“The second and really only other thing of import is obedience.
No arguing, no protests, just doing. You might not always prefer
to do what I want from you but I am not a cruel master like some.
I think you will very much enjoy serving me, under me. I am going
to fuck you because your holes are mine. Your mouth, your pussy,
even your ass will belong to me and I can make you beg to be
fucked in any of them. You are here to serve me but that
doesn’t mean that I am self-serving. Yes, I do get around but
the only time I don’t use condoms is if I know the girl and
even though this is the first time we have met, I think that
based on past conversations I can trust you. Besides, what use is
a cum dumpster if you don’t cum inside of her?”

“None, master. I can live with these conditions.”

“I see you have already done master a favor. I like it when
girls provide easy access for me. Take your panties off.”

I suppose he was calling attention to my skirt. There was nobody
in the park at that hour, at least none nearby and so I did what
was asked without question.

“Good! Now kneel on the grass in front of me.”

Again I did what I was asked unquestioningly. When a guy like my
master asks you to do something, you do it. Obedience might be
rewarded while disobedience is pretty harshly punished. I
remember once when a woman trespassed on master’s property to
complain about who-knows-what. He had given her to his enforcers
and let’s just say they forced her for hours. Master and I had
watched from behind a one-way mirror and I’ll confess, master
very much enjoyed how much I enjoyed her plight. After that, the
dogs had been allowed to have their way with her and when they
had tired of that, they tore her into pieces screaming. At least
she hadn’t had to watch her husband being fed to the piranhas.
Yes, disobeying master is just best not done.

I bent and released my master from his pants. Of course he was
hard already. He’s pretty randy, master is. The grass felt cool
and wet against my tight pussy, no, master’s tight pussy. I
would not have noted its wetness were it not for the temperature
difference between its wetness and my own.

I leaned toward him and kissed the little master. To be honest,
it’s probably made most of the decisions in our household.
“You’re perfect.” I mumbled into his cock.

“Did you say something?”

“Of course not master” I gave his prick a kiss. It was
already leaking salty pre-cum. The more I licked it, the more
came out. I chanced a look upward. Master had his eyes closed,
clearly enjoying what he had coming to him.

Today I had worn a ponytail to keep my hair from getting
master’s cum in it. That shit’s a bitch to get out! He took
hold of it and told me to relax. “You will find, just like my
other maids, that it goes much nicer for you if you don’t
resist me, often orgasmically. If you go through with my
initiation, you will become mine. You can still back out, no
harm, no foul.”

“I understand master and I don’t want to back out. My body
won’t let me. Please do with me as you wish.”

“Very well slut. That is your name now. You answer to slut or
whore or bitch. Relax, I mean it. I know that’s usually not
what one does when they are told to relax but it’s really what
you have to do to serve me.

“Of course master.” I closed my eyes figuring that perhaps
that might make it easier to relax. Master’s cock eased past my
lips and tried to pass into my throat. I choked and gagged a bit.

“You’re not relaxing. I’ve heard that if you hold your left
thumb tightly in your hand, it makes deep throat blowjobs easier.
Just think of it as being your other pussy. You relax on the
inward strokes and squeeze on the outbound ones.”

“Yes master, I will try as you say.” This time was easier and
in no time my nose was bumping against his abdomen. In, out, in,
out went my master’s hard shaft into my throat. He called it a
mouth pussy. I suppose that they had their similarities. The only
difference is one is packed with vitamins and healthy shit while
the other could lead to 9 months of regret. Out, in, out, in,
out. He pulled out of my throat and told me to be sure to close
my eyes. I did as I was told of course and I felt like I could
hear his muscle’s contractions just as the first wave of hot
semen splashed onto my face. He kept going until I was pretty
sure there was enough on my face to keep me healthy and
wrinkle-free for some time.

“Thank you master” I said as I rubbed his hot cum into my
face.

“You’re welcome, fringe benefit of being mine I guess.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog collar and
wrapped it around my neck. “This means you’ve passed stage
one. I might be wrong but I think you might even have enjoyed me
fucking your throat. You can get up now. Sit on my lap.”

I rose to my feet as I was bidden and took hold of his cock and
guided it to my pussy. With a groan, I sat myself down on it. It
really was perfect, at least for me. Not too short, not too long,
not too thick. Buried in me to the root, it was just kissing my
cervix positioned perfectly to fill my uterus with master’s
babies.

“Taking initiative, I like that. I would have ordered you to do
it if you had sat elsewhere anyway. Stage 2 has started.” He
opened my blouse and let my breasts free. I had foregone wearing
a bra today and he didn’t seem the type to complain as he
groped my breasts. “Not bad for my newest bitch. Your nipples
are so pointy and you certainly took me inside easily enough.
Does this little slut enjoy her master’s dick in her tight
twat?”

“Oh yes master, more than anything. I have wanted this for a
long time. Even when we were just talking online, sometimes I
would insert a dildo in my gushy pussy and pretend you were
actually fucking me like you typed. Turns out, it was exactly
your size: perfect.”

“Well don’t just sit there!”

I had originally sat on mini master facing away from him but I
changed my mind and decided to face him while we had sex.
Besides, my breasts were out and begging for his mouth’s
attention, not just his tender hands. I glided slowly up and down
while I looked into his eyes for a clue as to if this was all
what he wanted. It turns out he isn’t too expressive when he is
being ridden but fortunately my breasts were too much for him to
resist and so I didn’t care. I just threw back my head as the
ecstasy filled me and his dick filled my uterus with his baby
seeds. He was mine and I was his and I, being a selfish little
slut, didn’t climb off his lap until the sun started going
down. I could feel his cum running down my leg when I did so but
when I made to clean it up, he stopped me.

“A good little whore waits for her client to say he is
disgusted with her and she should clean up. As it turns out, I
want you to feel a reminder of me until we get to my house.
Here,” he said as he clipped a leash onto my dog collar and put
my breasts back into my blouse. “I like that you kept things
simple and didn’t wear a bra. You never need to again, nobody
in my household does. Besides, according to research, they make
your boobs sag more than going without so two birds with one
stone. You’ve passed stage two.”

“As you say master.”

Master reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He
dialed, spoke curtly to whoever was on the other end and hung up.
“That was our ride. He’ll be along shortly.”

A couple minutes later, a black limousine pulled to the curb near
us. Master opened the door for me and took an upskirt shot with
his phone as I climbed in. Naughty master! I had never ridden in
a limousine before though so I didn’t complain. Besides, I was
master’s to do with as he pleased. No complaining, no arguing,
just doing. That is what I had promised him and I didn’t wish
to give him cause to renege on our deal. I just wanted a new life
and he was the ticket to it.

Master tapped on the partition separating us from the driver and
told him to take us to the airport. A sleek black jet met us on
the tarmac. He had chartered a jet just for the two of us? I felt
so special as I walked up the steps and into the plane’s small
but luxurious cabin. I was greeted by an attractive stewardess,
flight attendant, who was completely naked. The sight shocked me,
I admit. Master smacked me on the ass and told me to keep going
and take a seat like a good girl.

The woman took the seat across from master and I and I wondered
what the help, no offense, was doing seated with us.

“Master! We missed you! She’s why you just left us?”

“Yes Amelia, she’s the reason. She’s your new sister, so to
speak.”

“Not yet she isn’t master, has she passed stage 3?”

“No, that is why we are flying back. Stage 3, you’ll
remember, really should not be done in public places.”

“Of course master. You speak correctly on that.”

“Stage 3? What’s so special about stage 3?”

“Think about it: which of your holes is left?”

“M..my ass. Surely you can’t be serious?”

“Of course, stupid!” That was Amelia. I was starting to
dislike her. “What kind of whore would you be if you didn’t
give all of yourself to our master? Besides, you can leave now
easily enough but once you pass stage 3, it’s pretty much
impossible.”

“Now, no spoilers, Amelia. We wouldn’t want to spoil the
shock of how much she’ll like stage 3 now.”

“Of course master. I was out of line.”

“As it so happens, not completely out of line. We’re at
cruising altitude now so we can move about. I think you know what
I want. It’s time you got to know your sister.”

She began to lick up our master’s cum from my leg, drawing ever
closer to the source of it all. “I don’t ha..aa.aave a
sister.” Her tongue had found the well now from whence
master’s cum overflowed down my leg.

“You’re sure?” I would have let master do stage 3 just
hearing his voice. “Positive?”

“I..I’m not a lesbian. Don’t expect me to do a 69 with her
next.”

“Oh, she’s not a lesbian either. She’s actually bisexual.
We discovered that when she first came to me. As it so happens, I
don’t want you two to do 69 for me.” He got up and took off
his pants and inserted himself inside Amelia’s probably tight
snatch. With every inward thrust, he drove her tongue deeper
inside of me. I’ll be honest, though I might not be lesbian,
Amelia knew what to do with her tongue.

After we had finished and collapsed into a sated heap on the
floor, I thanked Amelia for what had just happened. A girl must
remember her manners.

“It was my pleasure. I kind of like eating a woman, or girl,
out. If you think that was good, just wait until our master does
it. Everything is better with master.”

“Please, Amelia, I’m not really that good!”

Amelia took no notice of master’s interruption and just kept
going. It was about that time that the captain announced that we
were landing. We’d soon be home!

When we were safely on the ground, another limousine was waiting
there for us. We waited there, sipping champagne until our
captain and copilot had done all of their after-flight checklist
and then they got into the car with us.

“Oh yeah, they’re part of my household too. Pretty convenient
really. Now, you’re not flying anymore, there’s no need to be
professional. Off with them!”

Wordlessly our flight crew shed their uniforms. Neither, I noted,
removed any panties. “Always prepared. That’s our motto. Oh,
don’t look at us like that little sister. If you could regrow a
hymen, you’d gladly let master take your virginity every day
and be so happy you would cry each time he popped your cherry,
don’t say that you wouldn’t.”

I thought it best not to answer but there was no need to confirm.
It’s like she had read my mind.

“Don’t worry about it. We all would. Every girl master comes
across, and he has banged a few virgins, has basically said the
same thing. Why would we want to willingly wear something that
got in the way of our master fucking us?”

This time I answered. “As long as the public never knows, I am
starting to see how there’s no harm, no foul. Apparently I
still have some choice to leave where I might not after the third
stage. I don’t want to leave. I want master to fuck my virgin
asshole.”

“Oh sweetie, you won’t regret it!” That was our captain who
had remained pretty quiet since leaving the plane. “It might
even be better than vaginal and nothing says that you’re a
dirty slut quite like master’s dick in your ass. I’m glad
you’ve decided to go through with it. You will be master’s
little whore just like the rest of us.”

We pulled up to the gate of the mansion at around 9 that night. I
could see a pond filled with chirruping frogs, 4 dogs waiting
patiently for their master’s return and who knows what else lay
hidden by the darkness.

“Go wash up. Everything is prepared. Best not to keep master
waiting. He wants your ass just as much as you want him to have
it. Move along now!” I was the first out of the limousine, make
of that what you will.

After using the restroom, everything was prepared just as I’d
been told. There was a rosewater bath with candles for me to
luxuriate in and that is just what I did. Best to savor being a
virgin while I could. Tonight my ass was his. Everything was as
it was meant to be.

Master came and helped me out of the water. Fortunately I’d
already given my attentions to myself and he was none the wiser
for it. He lay me down on a towel and began rubbing coconut oil
into my back and lube into my ass. I couldn’t have said no if I
had wanted to, but I certainly didn’t. Tonight I would become
all his, give him the last of my body I had held in reserve from
other men. I was going to let him take my anal virginity.

I almost didn’t feel him slide his dick’s hard length into my
ass. What a shame it would be not to feel your cherry pop! He was
gentle and sweet as pie. Maybe this was what the girls had meant.
I definitely would have let him pop this cherry again and again
and yet again as clearly I couldn’t regrow my actual virginity
for him.

I awoke around daybreak with master lying beside me, my breasts
painfully squashed under my body’s weight. I rolled over and
came face-to-face with master.

“Good morning master. Thank you for last night.”

He chuckled. “I can’t imagine you remembered much of last
night. I would have thought you dead were it not for you drooling
from both ends and moaning like my little whore.”

“I am sorry master. I did not mean to be lewd.”

“Sorry? I don’t want you to be sorry. I got what I wanted
last night. Your ass was so tight and you came so many times.
Master is not displeased. I got what I came for and so did you.
Multiple, multiple times. Stage 3 is passed.” He removed the
rough leather collar around my neck and fastened a black silken
ribbon around it instead. A ribbon with a bell. “You’re my
pussy now, or my ass, whenever I want you.”

“I live to serve you master.”

“You might want to get cleaned up though.” I had not noticed
the steady stream of his cum leaking from my asshole until then.
Clearly he had enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed serving him.

“Yes, of course master.” There was new water in the tub for
me to soak my troubles away in. It didn’t smell like roses.
Today it smelled like sex, shame and regret. I liked it better
than the rose-scented water.

I won’t say that my life has been easy all the time though it
certainly has been pleasant. One night when I was giving my ass
again to master since I was having my period, he turned me into a
vampire just like him. He had removed the ribbon around my neck
as he told me he wanted me completely naked that night for him.
Just as I was in the throes of one of my orgasms, his teeth had
found my neck and he made me his even more. I’ll be honest, the
pain just made my orgasm that much sweeter. Now I sleep with him
on silk in his coffin hidden deep in his room.

I have to say though, whenever he tells a girl he is a vampire,
she will pretty much do anything. There’s a whole lot of
middle-aged mommies he’s banged thanks to Twilight. Teen girls
too. Honestly, I don’t mind if he bangs underage girls if they
have the experience with sex that master gives to us. There are
some moms though. One of them said my master could fuck her
1-year-old daughter if he turned her. He was having none of that
and ripped the woman’s throat out. The daughter now lives with
us and when she gets old enough to be curious about men and
women, maybe master will usher her into womanhood.

As I told master when he turned me, my name is Victoria, not
slut, whore or bitch though I can be whatever he wants me to be.
Perhaps you’re looking for a happy ending and for things to
wrap up nicely. This isn’t one of those kind of stories. It’s
not over yet.