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"I have needs, CJ. My fingers or my Hitachi wand don't satisfy me anymore. I even bought a huge dildo the other day, and..." Whoa! Too much info. Here was a woman offering me her body and I could think of was Lenora. How the hell did she manage to unsettle me like that by simply dancing? She had me wrapped around her finger. I wanted her to fuck me so badly. The throbbing desire coursed through every vein and artery in my body, demanding relief. "I'm not ashamed of expressing my needs," Brooklyn continued and I felt pity for the poor woman. "I want you. Don't deny me this. Make me feel like a woman again."

But I hit play. A woman, about my age, on her knees in front of a wall. Then it came through—a cock. Just a cock. No face, no name. She licked it, spat on it, sucked it like she was starving for it. Then came another. A thick black one. Massive. She gagged trying to take it but kept going. Letting it unload on her face, her tits, even licking it clean after. My pussy pulsed watching it. I hadn’t felt that kind of ache in years.

Courtesy of this woman. “You really are something aren’t you?” I teased as I gave her nipple a lick. “No wonder you need so many men to satisfy you.” Ahbaya snorted then smiled. “As they say… four is better than one.” I hummed in agreement then began to run my fingers on her soft skin. Caressing her soft breast then giving it a squeeze. My eyes locked into her as I sucked on her nipple, making her neck arch in pleasure as she moaned my name in a whisper.

Oh no! I grab her hair and whisper. "What do you call me?" I ask, withdraw and thrust in again. "Ah! Shit, please..." She could have fought me if she really meant her plea but nah, she is enjoying this. It's what she wants. It's why she chose to be my mistress. We, vampires are fucked up. You may not believe this, but we are sick in the head. We are so traumatised that we crave for constant pain. We see distress as pleasure.

Chapter 3 “That’s barely scratching the itch, you idiots, more, I need more, your cocks aren’t enough alone, force both in my pussy, stretch it wider, fill me completely,” I snarled, the craving turning me feral, voice rough with demand, their faces paling with terror even as their cocks twitched back to life.

*** Lucas was showing the video around the table while we were having lunch, and I was angry. "Is that what you do whenever you hook up with a girl?" I have to ask. Seeing that I'm not into the video like the other, Lucas takes his phone, locks it, and is upset. "What are you, a virgin man?" he says. "I just don't like women being treated horribly." "Remind me never to show you any of my sex videos again," says Lucas. I bit into my sandwich angrily. "So, who next are you looking forward to sleeping with?" Toby questions Lucas, amused by his promiscuous lifestyle.

Men might be nasty and all, but women are much more perverted and vile creatures. I was terrified of getting touched by someone like her, knowing that she would do nothing but abuse and degrade me for hours. It was getting more sickening every passing minute of this ordeal. And it only got worse when Skinny continued his demands after his last statement. I couldn't help but to shake, but I tried my best to remain calm so as not to become weaker than I am. " Fifteen Thousand!" Skinny stated smugly, looking at the woman.

I was accosted almost immediately. "Axel Yakov," a woman purred. "You must be so... pent up after all that time locked away. I'd love to help you release that tension." The flirtatious vixen sidled up to me, her fingers trailing like fire along my arm, pushing her huge tits toward my chest. My body was fucking hungry for touch, for carnal pleasure. Four goddamn years in jail had left me starved and desperate for intimacy, and I couldn't fucking deny that my hormones were in sexual overdrive. But there wasn't a chance in hell I was screwing this woman.

As sick as it was… her mind betrayed her and went back to him. To the nights when he locked her up, whispered twisted endearments against her skin, branded her with his obsession. But he hadn’t let others touch her. He hadn’t allowed strangers to hurt her like this. He had been insane, yes—but at least she’d known the devil she was with. This? This was faceless, organized torment. Robotic cruelty. CRACK. She choked on her sob, tears spilling down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and humiliation. The women didn’t stop. They didn’t even blink. They simply delivered pain as instructed—methodically, mechanically, until red welts bloomed like angry vines down her back.

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.