While waiting for you and Josephine to finish reviewing my tapes I’m kept outside in an anteroom by your guards. I can hear myself on tape through the door and over Josephine’s evil giggles. “Ugh! Fuck my ass harder, college boy! Aaaaah! Oh, god that hurts, fucking hurt me harder! Ugh! Go Lions!” I can hear the smacking sound of skin on skin rhythmically beating as I goad on the football player. I blush deeply as I recall that particular encounter - he had been the fourth or fifth boy, a 6 foot seven black teenager with a monster cock and the second to use my ass. If it wasn’t for my body’s ability to heal itself quickly my ass would still be bleeding from the pounding he gave me.

The two guards - ex convicts recruited to handle all your daylight work in exchange for all the cash and pussy they could handle - are listening intently too, and chuckle maliciously as I stand there soaking wet in a clinging tee shirt. “Hey, girl. By my count they still got to watch you fuck another six guys. Why don’t you show us what’s under that little shirt while we wait? Otherwise I’ll tell your master you were naughty on the way home.” He smirks through his goatee beard. He looks like an biker and a bodybuilder, but I know I could rip his head off and feed it to his friend. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I know that just through the door you were waiting, and watching the tapes of my gangbang; and deep down I want you to be turned on by them so that you fuck me and give me some vampire cum. I can’t let this fool ruin it for me.

With a snooty, appalled look on my face I grasp the hem of the tee shirt and slowly peel it up over my body, exposing my pussy, my taut stomach and then my perfect fulsome teenage tits, holding the shirt there obediently. Both of the thugs whistle. One steps behind me and starts squeezing my ass fiercely, and then suddenly spanking it. I give a start, gritting my teeth in impotent fury even as the first man begins savagely abusing my tits with one hand and roughly fingering my pussy with the other. “Too bad you don’t get any jism without your masters permission, slut. Otherwise we would fuck you up real bad” he growls in my ear as I endure their humiliating sexual assault. In the next room I can hear Josephine howl with laughter and my own voice saying “I can’t take three at once…no..stop….ugh! Ahhhhhh!” My words are replaced by a desperate choking sound and inarticulate moans. I hear the football players chanting “All three holes! All three holes!” even as your guards smack my ass and tits hard and I stifle moans of pain and flashes of violent anger at my humiliation.

Finally, after an eternity, I hear the bukkake finale of my little gangbang show (my voice clearly saying “Please aim for my mouth!”), and a buzzer sounds, distracting the guards. “Just as well, I was about ready to fuck you silly and fuck the rules. C’mon, slut!” He grabs my hair and drags me through the metal door and into your lair, my shirt still bunched over my tits. He wrenches it off of me and throws me to the ground nude at Josephine’s feet. The devil dyke pounces on me, hissing in my ear, promising more torment to come.

I hear you quietly issue some orders and I squeal in pain as tight ropes bind my elbows and wrists tightly together behind my back, forcing me to arc my back and thrust my abused tits forward. More ropes tighten around my ankles and then drag me up toward the ceiling, my legs pulled wide apart, causing me to scream in fear at being so vulnerable and exposed. Then, despite my desperate entreaties, you carefully attach the brutal metal clamps to my pink pointy nipples, each attached to fixed rings on the floor. I moan in exquisite agony, every move of my tortured body increasing my discomfort one way or another. Grabbing my hair, Josephine gives me my instructions with her usual articulate brand of sadistic insanity. I’m barely able to comprehend them before I feel the sting of her flogger on my pussy. I scream and instinctively jolt in pain, the hateful clamps biting hard on my nips as my upside down boobs are stretched and pulled mercilessly. My blond hair swings wildly as I scream, adjusting to the new reality of discomfort and humiliation I find myself in.

“I’m waiting, pain slut.” says Josephine sternly. After a few seconds of sobbing you hear me say “One! Uh…thank you mistress…for…for hurting my pussy. Please hurt me some more, mistress.” You laugh and bring your flogger down on the underside of my tits. “AAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck! Shit! Ow…Two…thank you master for hurting my…my boobies. Nnnnnaaaaaa! God! Let me go! Ow that hurts so much….uhhh…Three! Thank you mistress for hurting my bottom. Please hurt my bottom instead of my pussy I’ll be a good girl I promise….AAAAAAH! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Four! Please not so hard on my boobies master my nipples hurt so much oh god my titties hurt so much…Gaaaaah! Oh god not my pussy please…I mean, thank you mistress…”

You and Josephine build up a rhythm, her torturing my ass, pussy and legs; and you punishing each of my big soft fun bags with expert force and precision. With each stroke I moan, beg, count and then thank you before receiving another blow, each time my body spasming and struggling violently, pulling my soft tits this way and that. Finally - around stroke fifty six or so - you deliver a stroke across both tits that causes me to jerk so hard that the clamps both pop off my nipples. Josephine high fives you as she hears my screams of agony as blood rushes back into the tips of my tits, the abused nerves pulsing agonizingly; my upside down body causing blood to pump into my nips even faster than it normally would.

Obviously very turned on, Josephine undoes her belt and boots and peels off her tight leather pants, followed by her thong underwear. Nude from the waist down she approaches my swinging, sobbing body. Grabbing the back of my neck she pulls my mouth up to her pussy. “Licky licky time, slut.” I moan in disgust as she presses my mouth lips to her cunt lips. A stroke from you across my pert ass gets me working; with a sigh of disgust I start licking hard and wet on her pussy. She moans and curses, her nails digging into the back of my neck as I massage her clit and slit with my wet pink tongue. It’s twenty minutes of lesbian mouth rape and the occasional encouraging stroke from you on my pussy and ass before she comes hard over my face, her juices mixing with my drool and running down my face into my hair before dripping on the floor. I swallow as much as I can; I realize I’m just as thirsty for vampire cunt juice as I am hungry for vampire cum.

Sated - at least for a few moments - Josephine collapses on the couch. I swing back and forth, gasping for air and weeping in shame. The videos, my punishment and the lesbian rape have got your dick very hard and your bloodlust way up. You contemplate the possibilities - every sex toy and torture device from throughout history is at your disposal here; you’re spoiled for choice. Taking a swig of blood and whiskey from a goblet on your desk, you notice on your laptop that the high security website you set up to document my abuse now has over a thousand members - vampires from around the world pledging allegiance to you and offering tremendous gifts for the privilege of seeing me raped and abused for the rest of my life, and for the security of knowing that their only natural predator is safely in your power. You click on the comments section, laughing as the forum busily discusses the just posted and very popular football gang bang, with many suggesting that I should be made to fuck their arch rivals next time; others posit their very detailed fantasies of what they would like to see, some of which sound quite fun. You smile and take another swig of your vile cocktail as you turn your attention back to my abused body. So many choices…