Vampire Cruise Ch. 03
Hey sleepyhead, time to wake up. Your absence over the past couple of hours has left us feeling a bit lonely, but now it's time to join us for an incredible experience, my pet, Sydney whispered, rousing me from deep slumber. I glanced around and realized I was inside another cabin, my hands still tied to a robust curtain rod that stretched above me. The rod was mounted so high that my feet were dangling slightly off the ground. Sydney watched me with amusement, grinning until she saw I was fully awake.
"Guess what?" she excitedly said and walked towards a bed where Julia and Tara laid, along with a massive, muscular man by the name of Chad. Tara boldly straddled him, practically melting on his sculpted torso as she kissed him passionately. He instinctively placed his arm around Sydney and Julia, fondling their buttocks. They, in turn, leaned in for a few adoring kisses to his chiseled torso and neck.
My erection grew in sheer jealous eroticism.
"You'll never believe this," Sydney continued. "Tara here is feeling oh so lucky today! She's about to lose her cherry to Chad." Sydney slipped onto the bed beside the man, with Julia to his left.
Tara eventually parted ways with Chad's mouth and kneeled on his torso. Visibly engrossed with pleasure, she mounted his face. In amazement, I noticed that not only did his lips and tongue explore between Tara's thighs but he responded to the invitation with a wide, open grin. His eyes glistened with gentle tears while Julia and Sydney both soothed his length with their tongues, kissing and sucking as it grew longer with each passing second.
Jealousy resurged in me as I watched their intermingled tongues exploring the man's body.
She struggled to fit his cock into her mouth, sighing in defeat as it became clear that his strapping cock would not fit. Instead, she used her mouth to caress the edge of his length. Julia and Sydney, however, enveloped his balls with their lips. I found myself in awe.
As they pleasured him, Tara frantically rubbed her clit, urging herself into an orgasm. Between Julia's passionate kissing and Sydney's tongue-dancing on his neck, he was obviously enjoying the frantic event. Tara's twisted expression proved she was now fully lost in the erotic escapade.
"I'm ready... God, fuck me, please. I can't wait!" Tara exclaimed, ready for action. Julia took her spot next to him, kissing his neck, while Sydney held his engorged shaft steady for Tara. Gentle and sure, Tara slowly slid down his length, inch by slow inch. A smile of delight spread across his face as she sheathed herself. He seemed unfathomably happy, his eyes shining and forming tears again.
Julia and Sydney shared a look of surprise as they sensed his deep satisfaction. My body tensed in my socks, knowing that Tara and I would never have a chance like this. I felt my hopes slipping away, as he relentlessly powered into her with such eager, violent force. Tara's body bounced effortlessly, riding the end of his thrust. She lost herself in the pleasures provided and, as he erupted inside her, she looked like something breakable - yet she was the one with enough strength to shatter him if desired. Sometimes, it was situations like these that tested my own endurance and cravings for passion.
Tara's cries of passion became fewer, leaving only her labored breathing. After a few minutes, she released her grip on his neck and tensed up, signaling the climax of her orgasm. He slowed his momentum, showing a great amount of control. Even with his cock locked inside her, she persisted, moaning, panting, and uttering meaningless phrases. I stood there, deflated, my heart aching, knowing I could never compete and would never have a chance at being inside her. Needy and frustrated with the scenario, I was forced to watch the two pairs of ladies fondle and kiss the incredible man sleeping beside me.
Eventually, he pumped his final stroke of the night into Tara, leaving her exhausted and gasping for breath. "Enough!... Enough, stop... I can't take anymore!" reiterated Tara, breathing heavily. I smirked and watched as he gently slipped out of her. Her rapid panting and small spasms indicated difficulties in recovering, but she beckoned him over to me.
"Bring him over here," were her words. Again, Julia ignored her request. Sydney, well-versed in her leader's playful requests, untied my hands and guided me over to Tara. As she lay down with one leg falling off the bed in a lazy manner, she signaled for me to step between her legs and meet her eyes. I felt extremely uncomfortable but followed her instructions, kneeling next to her.
Tara pointed toward me. "Bring him here," she commanded, her voice thick with post-orgasmic haze. I stood there, hesitant and anxious. It may seem unremarkable to an experienced lover, but for me, it was a baffling riddle. I could see Julia kissing the man's neck, swallowing him up in her own world of pleasure. I instantly knew that I was way out of my league.
You know what to do. Lick me, loser! She demanded while keeping her eyes closed. Gone was the sweet girl who had approached us earlier in the night. She had fully embraced her power over me and no longer hesitated to assert herself. I got down on my knees and moved towards her. Her slit was definitely more hole-like now. Her lips were no longer neatly arranged but were pushed forcefully aside to make way for the thick rod that had just entered her. The most important thing for me, though, was that it was wet. I couldn't resist diving in and allowing my tongue to glide across every inch of her, catching the thick layer of liquid and swallowing it.
"Gently!" She scolded. "I'm sore!"
I slowed down and took much more care in my worship, imagining that I was comforting her. She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her gently. In contrast to the meticulous and measured actions my mouth was taking, my thoughts went wild, my consciousness traveled around the room, and landed in a rainbow of sensations. Each minor drop that touched my tongue sparked a fireworks show of its own, which bled into the next, repeating infinitely.
On the other side of Tara, Julia and Sydney were both on all fours for Chad. Julia was being fucked hard into the bed, while Sydney, awaiting her turn, watched in lustful envy. Julia's ample breasts jiggled and swayed with each movement. I felt like I might climax just by watching her from the corner of my eye as I continued licking Tara. To keep from cumming, I focused on Chad. His eyes dilated and released a fresh stream of tears as he fucked her relentlessly like he was experiencing a deeply spiritual experience. His muscles tensed as he pulled Julia's hips to him. Watching him didn't turn me on any less, so I closed my eyes, focusing solely on the taste of Tara's pussy.
I heard Julia make little rhythmic moans and yelps as she was being pounded into the mattress. Then a longer moan escaped her, which I assumed was her orgasm. A few minutes later, I heard Sydney moan instead, and I couldn't keep my eyes closed.
Sydney looked like her senses were completely overpowered as Chad continued to thrust into her. She held onto the sheets tightly. Chad grabbed her ponytail and pulled it while he fucked her. I knew, even as muscular as he was, that he couldn't match her in strength. Letting him overpower her was a choice she was making. She reached back and found his hand on her ass and placed it around her own throat. He brought both hands around her neck and tightened his grip, using her as a handle to continue violating her body. With her back now arched, her breasts protruded and jiggled with each movement. Sydney looked at me and grinned before her eyes rolled to the back of her head with pleasure.
My concentration shifted back to Tara as she shifted her position and forced my mouth to her ass.
"I've never had my ass eaten before, and I want to feel it tonight. You should feel privileged to be the first to taste my asshole. So, do it! Now!" She commanded.
I was an obedient toy and licked between her cheeks until I discovered her asshole and began worshipping it like I had her pussy.
"Good boy," she purred and ran her hands through my hair again. This hole didn't have the same impact as her pussy, but the occasional droplet from her pussy that landed on me was enough to maintain my excitement. The act of licking her there also made me hornier.
On the other side of the bed, Sydney taunted Chad, saying, "Are you going to cum in me, big guy? Will you come for your mistress?"
He could only grunt like a zombie in response. Sydney smacked her ass and bit her lip as she gave Chad an alluring look. Julia had a smirk on her face as she watched them, lying back and recovering from her own pounding. Chad groaned, sweat dripping down his forehead. He was desperately trying to delay coming, but it was a losing battle. I desperately wanted to be the one to lose that battle.
"Yeah, that's right! Cum in my perfect vampire cunt," she urged him on, taking deep breaths. He couldn't resist any longer and fucked her vigorously, his hands dropping to his sides as he surrendered to his exertion. A few strokes later, his cock twitched and he released his cum into her. Although he wanted to continue, he collapsed on his knees behind her. Sydney fell forward slightly, still on her knees with her ass in the air.
Julia licked her lips as she looked Chad up and down.
"Tara, you want to share him with me?" Julia questioned while lying on the bed. Opening her eyes, Tara shoved me away from between her legs with a firm push.
"Sure. I want to taste that massive cock!" She exclaimed cheerfully and walked toward where they were. Both women picked him up and threw him on the ground within a few seconds. Julia climbed on top of him and immediately bit into his neck. Tara leaned between his legs and licked off the remaining cum from his which-still-firm dick, then gently bit into it and sucked the blood out, relishing the taste. Chad moaned in approval, caressing Julia's spine and running his fingers through Tara's hair.
Meanwhile, Sydney observed them from afar. She turned her head to look at me and said, "Will you clean me, love?" while wiggling her attractive ass and squeezing her pussy lips with her legs. I got on the bed behind her. The spot where her pussy had been dripping with cum and a lot of it remained. I began from the bottom where her clitoris was and ate my way up, consuming both cum and her pussy juice concurrently.
Interestingly, I found I preferred Chad's cum to the anonymous man's I had swallowed previously. My high surged even further as I licked. I then stuck my tongue inside her and tried to extract the remaining cum, which had become so deep that I couldn't reach it. Finally, I explored her ass, where some cum had splashed and licked that up as well.
"Mmm," she murmured, enjoying the feeling.
"Want the rest of his cum, Matt?" She asked me. I nodded. "Then lie back right here," she indicated a spot on the bed. I lay down there. She pointed towards the position I had chosen. I adjusted myself accordingly for the task she had in mind. Chad's seed and her cum began to empty out of her pussy into my mouth. I swallowed the combination and proceeded lapping at her pussy again when I had finished. She sat back, feeling her full weight on me, and dipped her tongue inside her, disregarding my straining lungs.
"You're such an ideal pet, you know? So unwaveringly loyal. We almost drained you of blood using our vampire magic, and now you're back here, almost suffocating under me, and patiently eating my freshly-fucked pussy...it doesn't take much to tempt you, does it?" she murmured, still relaxed on top of me, and then climbed off me. "I'll return the favour - as much as a vampire can," she offered playfully and ran her hands through my hair, wriggling her hips for a moment longer in sync with my tongue before getting up.
"Take Matt back to our cabin, please," she asked the two vampires who were still feeding on Chad. Julia glanced at her and smiled wickedly. Tara didn't even look up as she sucked his cock. Sydney giggled and carried me in her arms as we walked through the ship's quiet corridors, under the Sun's rising. Sleep was impossible for me since I was too drained. After laying me in our bed, she let go of me and both of them started their nap.
My eyes flickered open and I focused on the world around me. There I was, tied to the bed again, but not the same situation, as my friends were now sleeping, huddled close to either side of me, their heads resting on my shoulders. Their bare breasts pressed against my ribs, moving up and down with their deep breaths.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 6 PM. It felt like I'd adjusted to a nocturnal sleep routine to match my vampire companions. The constant blood loss and recovery from being on the brink of death probably wasn't helping, either. I closed my eyes, reflecting on the sensation of my high school crushes holding me. If this was the new normal, I reasoned that it was worth giving up my identity, blood, and any hope of ever having sex with a woman if that meant they could stay like this.
As I ruminated on this thought, I felt lips and the gentle glide of a tongue on my neck, which belonged to Sydney.
"Good morning," she whispered sweetly. "Or is it good evening? I can't keep up anymore. I don't think we burn in the sun or anything, but our body clocks have definitely changed."
Sydney continued kissing my neck as her pussy brushed against my leg. I felt an instant rush of breath. She giggled as she gazed up at me. With a hand on the back of my head, she drew me into a kiss. My heart skipped several beats as she explored my tongue with her own. Tasting her tongue, I experienced the faintest touch of fangs.
After breaking the kiss, I peered over at Julia, who was also smiling up at me. What had I done to deserve such pleasure from them?
"If it's morning for a vampire, we could have breakfast in bed," she said to Sydney. "We do have some time before we bring him to Captain Molly."
She gently unbound me, allowing her pussy to caress my other leg. I lay back, knowing they'd likely bite me soon, but I didn't care. I wanted them to take whatever they wanted from me.
"What do you think, pet?" Sydney inquired.
"Me?" I questioned, bewildered as to why they would seek my approval to consume me. I'd grown accustomed to being treated as a temporary meal, much like our previous arrangements. Seeing how this resembled their former treatment of me, I concluded that it had always been the inevitable outcome of our somewhat transactional, now quite literally parasitic, relationship. I pondered whether I'd feel as comfortable with the crew of the ship later. My growing erection answered me.
"We could... If you think so," I stammered. Julia scrutinized me.
"Aren't you scared anymore?" she asked. I looked at her, perplexed. The thought hadn't occurred to me until now, but my longing for them had surpassed any fear I had of them. Between accepting my fate lay in their hands and my deep desire to please them with my tongue on their pussies, my blood in their stomachs, and any other offering I could manage, I concluded that their drug had restructured my brain. But maybe their pussies had awakened something in me that was always there.
"I...I don't think so," I finally answered. "I just want to be useful to you."
"Mmmm," Julia moaned and kissed my neck, licking at my exposed jugular vein. She whispered in my ear, "You're sure you can remain beneficial? Last night showcased we could have a man who'd allow us to drink him and fuck us. Consider the possibility of the two of us making a final feast of you and leaving you for a more desirable man. Deliberate this while we have our breakfast."
"Leave the majority for the captain," Sydney cautioned. They bit into my neck, simultaneously drinking my blood and using it to heal the marks they'd left. The pain, tempered by the euphoria from their silky folds touching my legs, was insignificant.
I had foolishly assumed that our history as friends would still matter to them, but if they didn't want me for sex, their desirability of other men presented a challenge. Even without being vampires, I knew there'd been a man somewhere who could give them what I provided, in addition to having some sex appeal that I seemingly lacked. If power and satisfaction were the only two things they craved, perhaps I'd always been replaceable. Power is a limited asset held by one individual, and as a virgin, my ability to entertain them had to be viewed as inferior compared to other men they desired sexually.
"In the new world, it's likely that the economy will keep functioning the same way as in the old world, right?" I stated spontaneously. They wiped the blood from their mouths and regarded me with baffled expressions. "If I were to transfer my financial accounts to you both, what would happen to my money? I'm certain a woman-led society wouldn't let me keep it, wouldn't they?"
Sydney grinned naughtily.
"That would certainly help your case," she remarked diplomatically as she untied me from the bed. "If you log into your accounts on my laptop, I can handle the rest."
She took out her laptop and opened a web browser connected to the ship's wifi. I sighed. My money had lost all significance to me, but I was starting to realize that this was my final opportunity to remain a part of their lives forever. They might take it all and still leave me, but I had to make an attempt, not to save myself, but to convince them. I typed in a mysterious website address known only to me and entered the password. It led to a custom web portal, which displayed a summary of all my financial possessions. I handed the computer over to Sydney, who was almost jumping with excitement while clicking and typing.
"I'm not so easily convinced," Julia said. She turned away from me and faced the opposite direction. "You let Sydney and Tara use your tongue in a new way and not me. That's quite impolite, Matt. Using your tongue on my asshole like you did theirs would be more appropriate. If I like the job you're doing, maybe I'll reconsider not occupying Sydney when it's time to pick you up from your time with the Captain. If we never show up, I have no idea what they'll do with you, our virgin servant."
I couldn't tell whether she was serious about leaving me for dead or if she simply wanted me to eat her asshole. I quickly moved into position on the bed, facing her ass. I spread her cheeks apart and began hanging onto her anal opening with my tongue. As I worshipped her anus, she slowly slid two fingers into her pussy. She played with them, in and out, speeding up as she went. At the same time, she placed my face into her anus and held me there firmly. I gasped for air, but she wouldn't let go, and I knew better than to resist.
"And that's done!\I opened a new account for the two of us," Sydney announced. "It seems the banks are still functioning despite the uprising." Julia released me from her anus as her concentration was now on the computer. I looked up at Julia's anus to see my money rapidly vanishing from the computer screen. That was that. All I had, all I was, belonged to them. I knew it had been theirs in the first place.
"I didn't tell you to stop, bitch," Julia said softly but firmly as she pushed my head back into her anus. I obligingly continued my devotion to her anus.
"How does it feel to be a billionaire?" Sydney asked her friend. Julia glanced back at me and smirked.
"Tastes pretty good," she replied, and casually stuck a finger covered in her pussy juices into my mouth. I inhaled her juices, and my high was soon revived. She laughed amusedly.
"Good boy," she purred. "Syd, are you ready to take him over to the Captain?"
Sydney looked at me apologetically and then back at her computer, smiling happily at her earnings. She took in every zero with an air of satisfaction, apparently enjoying the data. Looking back at me, she grinned at Julia.
"Ready!" She agreed.
They led me by my leash through the corridors of the ship and down to the engineering level. The guards recognized us this time and opened the door for us. They eyed me up and down, their eyes lingering on my body.
Upon entering the room, the passionate moans filled my ears. We turned a corner and found the source of the moans. Captain Molly was repeatedly penetrating herself and moving her hips on the cock of a man who was bound to her throne. She paused, slowed down, and eventually sat down in her chair, still with his penis inside her. She took a sip from a straw filled with her blood and observed us. Julia forced me down to my knees before her.
"Our pet, as we promised," Sydney remarked. "If I could make one request before we turn you over to you, though?"
Captain Molly seemed annoyed.
"What now?!" She snapped.
"He's a virgin. He's eaten us out and we've even sucked him off. But he's never experienced being inside a pussy. Could you possibly not do that?"
Captain Molly suppressed her laughter. "Saving him for later?" She inquired with amusement. [end]
"To keep him like that is our preference," Julia interjected. I could tell she was irritated Sydney even considered making that request, but planned to support her friend regardless.
"Fine by me. But now I'm curious. What was he to you? Pre-transformation," the Captain inquired.
"He was our...best friend," Sydney barely uttered, echoed with guilt. Molly gazed at me with a faux pity.
"Oh dear, turned into a cock-thirsty male pet before you could savor the ultimate kick of freedom: sex! And your owners won't let you? That's terrible timing! Don't think you're capable of satisfying me though. If I'm not getting satisfied, then nobody else is either. It's ladies night tonight," she said, eliciting simultaneous lazy acknowledgement from the crew.
"Deal agreed. Can we be done with this?" she inquired, gyrating on the phallus between her legs.
"Fine," Julia said. "But remember the consequence if you breach the arrangement."
Captain Molly glowered as they left. Her expression softened slightly as she gazed at me. She repositioned herself to flick her pleasure button while Chad remained below, his eyes glassy and eyelids half closed, seemingly in a cathartic trance.
"I'm the boss here, so I get the first dibs on you. Lick me while Chad maintains my need for satisfaction."
I hadn't realized this, but Chad was indeed beneath her, seemingly on the verge of unconsciousness. I scurried to her legs and attempted to tongue her clit which protruded from the seam created by her stretched pussy lips. She was almost certainly two-and-a-half times my age, but her pussy still drove me intoxicated. As she moved, my tongue inadvertently brushed against Chad's shaft. Captain Molly chuckled at this.
"You've never tasted a cock, huh?" she inquired. I denied it.
"Moreover, have you sampled semen?" she inquired. I reluctantly agreed. She chuckled also at this.
"Partnered with someone who gave you another man's load? Ugh! How degrading! How does it feel?"
"It's...disheartening, Ma'am," I said. "But...I'd do anything for them."
"Sweet and desperate, aren't you?" she mocked. "Sweet and pitiful. You've licked a more adept man's cum. Wouldn't it turn you on to suck a more potent man's dick?"
"No, Ma'am, I'm not gay," I appealed, as if I could persuade her otherwise.
"Belongings don't have sexual orientation. You're here to sexually serve, feed, and entertain women. So entertain me!" she commanded. She dismounted Chad's dick. She gripped his dick again, a couple of drops of her ware escaped through her fleshy opening, splattering onto his shaft. I couldn't resist. I stretched my tongue over his shaft, imbibing her leftovers.
"Fine lady. Good! And now, lick his scrotum!" she instructed through her gigglingly. She shoved my head down toward his sack, clamping his remnant rigidity to her cunt as she deposited more of her concoction on her scrotum. The scintillating globules enticed me. Was I truly about to lick another man's balls?
Here, my mouth salivated, rationality overshadowed by craving. My addiction won over, and I relentlessly licked him, eager to meet the new challenge this man's crotch gifted me. In hindsight, I was aroused by how his stiff member reacted to my ministrations, throbbing and even emitting a minute trickle of his quality sperm.
"Bravo. Wonderful. You've become a fixated slave to pleasure, unsatisfied until you're on the receiving end of all the surprise," she raved with glee, directing my mouth to his nut sack. I unwillingly grazed my tongue over it, then began worshipping the sack. I became even more eager as I oscillated between an unfathomable desire to nibble everywhere, even without evidence of enjoyment. Before I realized it, my own manhood hardened as I licked him wherever my tongue desired.
"Excellent!" The captain snickered sarcastically, smirking down at me as she slid up and down on his dick. "Now do you realize? You're merely an object to be put to use by women as they see fit. And you adore it, don't you?"
I didn't have a response. Sitting there slurping at another guy's balls, I was bewildered beyond belief. If it weren't for the fantastic sensation of her pussy, I'd be experiencing a complete personality crisis.
I had now consumed another man's load, sucked his dick, and licked his balls. Not because I was instructed to but because I...liked it? It wasn't that I thought there was anything wrong with being queer. I just never contemplated that I might be. Or was I bi? Or did it even matter? Whatever I'd term myself, objectively now a non-person, and apparently aroused by that fact, I continued with relish worshiping Chad's testicles like they were divine.
I didn't stop until the captain pulled herself off of him and shoved me away. Realizing that everyone was encircling me, watching, I lifted my eyes for the first time in probably half an hour. It struck me that most of the crew was practically naked - just sports bras or work boots. Some had broad shoulders, some sleek hips; evidence of their activities, but their body types ranged from slim to curvaceous and everything in between.
"So how do you like being a prop, my cherished beast?" She asked Chad. He tried to utter something but only groans escaped. She grinned and graciously unlocked his shackles.
"Aye, that's right. You've been so meticulously used and been treated to such a high dose of my pussy magic that you've forgotten the art of speech, haven't you?" She teased. She crossed her index finger into her pussy and shoved it into his mouth. He swallowed it hungrily, distressed. He caressed her legs as he administered an oral service to her hand.
"All he thinks about is pussy. No matter if I'm giving him orders to suck, fuck, or be fucked by another man, it's just pussy for him. He lives for pussy and even breathes for pussy..and then I resurrect him so that he can serve me some more. There's nothing else going on in that handsome head of his. It's just pussy, pussy, pussy. Doesn't that sound appealing? You, too, could be turned into furniture for me to play with."
Still on my knees, I licked my lips as I stared between her legs, wishing my tongue was still there. Was I already transforming into what Chad had become? Did I care? I pictured my penis rubbing against the inside of her vagina or any vagina, particularly a vampire's. I had no idea what it would feel like with any woman let alone a vampire, but the men I had seen fuck a vampire seemed to adore it more than life itself.
"Hell yes.." I murmured scarcely, barely contemplating what I was saying. She snickered softly.
"Regrettably for you, your friends don't seem to want you fucking anybody...at all. So you'll just have to contemplate, virgin. For the moment, though, I'm going to allow Chad to fornicate with me while I observe." she said, seating herself on his cock. His now liberated hands rose to her chest as he inched upwards, twerking on him.
Behind and overhead, I heard the sound of metal clanging. I glanced back and witnessed a party from the crew was mechanically lowering 3 metal brackets from the roof. All three brackets comprised of five leather straps connected to steel chains. However, one group had a metallic bar between the two, and the third one was smaller. One strong woman from my doorway was among the party and fixed me with a chilling grin. She had disrobed and was in her full muscular splendor.
"Here, sexual toy man! The engineers put together something special for you.." she announced. I hesitated out of apprehension for a second before another woman came up behind me and scooped me up off the ground by my shoulders. She tossed me between them, laughing wildly the entire time. When I felt her again in the rotation, the brawny security guard firmly secured me in her rugged hands and placed me standing in the center, next to the brackets.
I stood there quaking as she restrained leather around my wrists. The gadget that had lowered the chains simultaneously, elevated the brackets around my wrists independently of the others. Soon, I was a few feet from the ground with my arms compelled over my head. When my feet were at a comfortable height for her, she strapped another set of two brackets around my ankles. The bar between them kept my legs spread and my genitals exposed and vulnerable.
I stood there quaking as they pulled me upright, gossiping excitedly and shaking me every so often. Though they released my feet and wrists, their fingers lingered on my limbs, that sense of weakeness remaining, right before they chained me again - this time between the two large brackets, my back forced towards one small bracket. They chained me to the large brackets' chain, linking it to the middle bracket. They inspected their handiwork, their smiles broadening; they were clearly finding amusement in my predicament.
The chain connected to the ankle restraints started drawing my feet up and in the direction of the ceiling. Consequently, the rest of my body was pulled up by my ankles. Eventually, I was facing upward just above the security officer's waist. My erection was rigid against my stomach. Unexpectedly, the security officer slipped her fingers between my legs and took hold of my testicles. I grunted in discomfort as she fastened the last skinny piece of leather tightly around them.
The device regulating all the chains flipped me upside down, so I was at eye level with the security officer's groin. I licked my lips as I saw her spread her labia and play with herself. My amazement was disrupted by the chains tied to my testicles and the ones connected to my wrists tightening towards the ceiling. My arms were pushed flat against my body, immobile. I moaned with the dull ache between my legs as the skin between my legs stretched.
My erection, now pointing more towards my face, oozed precum onto my chin. The pull of gravity brought blood to my head, yet my arousal had not diminished. In fact, the humiliation of my own precum dripping down my cheek, being completely powerless, and under the mercy of these nude women was eternally arousing.
"Aww, I think he likes it! Ha!," she chuckled whilst looking at me as I watched her stimulate her clitoris. I licked my lips with desire and exasperation. "Want a closer look at a grown woman, virgin? Something a little different than those little dolls you're so infatuated with."
She strolled closer to me and aligned my face with her vulva before covering the nape of my neck and pressing my face into it. Despite her teasing, her vulva didn't seem unfamiliar to me; it was merely that it wasn't Julia's or Sydney's. It seemed that, for some reason, I had fond memories of gazing at theirs best and undoubtedly cherished the taste and fragrance of theirs the most. However, admiring another woman's vulva aroused me just as much. I licked her with insatiable appetite. Soon, it no longer mattered that my head was swelling with blood or that my testicles felt as if they would detach from my body at any moment. The only thing I cared about was getting my tongue inside another woman's vulva as deep as I could.
As I carried out her pleasure, she thrust her hips, shoving her sex against my mouth with uninhibited abandon. Each touch of my tongue seemed to intensify her, making her more unruly and frenzied.
"Shit! I haven't experienced the likes of your mouth since the captain locked up the male staff! I wonder what he would feel like inside me." she began saying but indicated the rest with her actions as she turned around and pushed my face between her buttocks. I lapped at her anus even as I struggled to breathe between her muscular buttocks. The pleasure she was experiencing was making me unaware of anything else but her delight. My highs were beginning to last longer; another sign of my rewired brain.
She trembled as she rapidly stimulated her clitoris, continuing to grind my face into her anus. With the ferocity of an addict finally getting their fix after many months of abstinence, she climaxed violently. My skull seemed to be moments away from caving in due to the intense pressure she was exerting on it with her fingers. I considered the possibility that my final moments would be spent inverted and licking a stranger's anus. The conclusion never arrived, and, after she released a cry of pleasure, she let me go. She didn't even glance back as she walked away.
The rest of the crew rushed me immediately. The yearning among them was tangible in the environment. A woman, who had defined curves but wasn't as heavyset as the officer, placed her vulva in my face but didn't force my mouth into it. The downy hair on her mound tickled my chin as I hung there in front of her. Instead of her vulva, she grabbed my distended testicles. I shuddered with the increased strain on the already sensitive region between my legs.
"Lick it, slut!" She hissed. I stretched my neck to reach her and began lapping at her labia, fearing she would rip my testicles off if I didn't. In addition to sucking on her delectable nectar, I savoured the saltiness of her perspiration. I had no qualms about it. Her taste stimulated my synapses like every vagina had thus far. This was my sixth opportunity to taste female genitalia, and I observed no signs of the experience growing stale.
Another female appeared beside her and repositioned her face so she could lick this woman instead. This woman's juices flowed so freely that some dripped onto my forehead. I detested not being able to obtain those droplets using my fingers or engaging in any activity apart from enduring their slow progress toward my hairline; yet even as they dried on my skin, they still impacted me. This second female then enclosed her lips around my shaft, kissing and licking its entirety, which caused my penis to become harder and more prominent.
A third joined the first on the other side, commanding my attention between her legs with a solid grip on my jaw. She similarly licked up and down my penis with her tongue flat and soft. I presently had three pairs of lips and tongues worked into my penis and three women vying for my mouth's attention. I was rock hard and could feel my cock reddening at the sight of their teasing tongues and lips there.
More females congregated around me, touching my legs, my abs; my balls and anus. They gripped me, kissed me, and sucked on me all over. I felt like a sex doll being passed around roughly at the hands of these women. Their sexual frustration must have been tremendous, judging by their aggressiveness toward me. I couldn't fathom why I was the recipient of their attention - could this be due to my physical attractiveness and not my wealth, since it now belonged to Julia and Sydney? It became clear that I was simply the object of their unquenchable lust.
One of them spread my buttocks apart and licked my anus. This was followed by a chilly liquid trickling down my buttocks onto the other side. Before I could correlate the events and anticipate what was about to occur, a round rubber object penetrated my anus, aided by the liquid that had been applied. I gasped and clenched, but it was too late.
It moved inside my rectum slowly but gradually, until it completely filled it. The momentary relief from it being pulled out was short-lived as it rushed back into my rectum more speedily the following time. This continued until I was experiencing rapid intercourse via an unseen dildo. I tried my best to concentrate on the female who had most recently demanded my attention. Regardless, the slight pain; the deep sense of fullness; the...pleasure... took hold of my senses. It only diminished slightly with the influence of the potent drug I was feverishly devouring from between their legs. I was certain it amplified the experience even further.
I started to discern the scratching sensation of fangs on my penis as the first woman who had approached me continued sucking me. The sensation was somehow more gratifying than it should have been, thanks to that powerful drug. The other two women pampering me imitated her; as they sucked me, their fangs scraped against my skin. My penis responded masochistically to this, twitching and swelling each time their sharp teeth came into contact with me.
Finally, the woman who had first approached me bit down on my sensitive penis head, releasing the vital force she craved and inducing exquisite pain through my body. I cried out; she stifled my scream by shoving my mouth into her thighs. I regained my bearings as she touched me with her wetness, heightening my euphoria. Though the pain persisted, my mind insisted that licking her damp vagina was of greater importance to me at this time.
The other women around me also bit into me, some crouching to get to me. From my neck to my upper thighs, I was being savaged by a vampire woman extracting sustenance from any skin she could uncover. These women weren't merely drinking from me but using their mouths all over my body for their meal. This was bewildering and frightening; rather than being disgusted, however, I was profoundly aroused by the sensation of having so many women's mouths covering me. Even as I became more numb, I catered to whichever pussy my face was being forced into.
The woman sucking my penis persevered even after she had bitten me. She drank my blood as she moved it in and out from between her lips and stimulated it with her tongue. She was evidently skilled at more than operating a cruise ship and did not relent, even as my limbs numbed. I knew she would bring me to climax. If not, the soft sensual mouths, sharp fangs, and firm gripping hands on my body would. It was all too much; just as I neared the pinnacle of my arousal, I pondered if the woman sucking me would swallow my semen just as she was swallowing my blood. The mental image was enough to propel me past the point of no return.
Just before ejaculation was set to commence, a female voice rang over a nearby loudspeaker.
Vessels that are arriving at the Port of Los Angeles, be aware that the rules have changed. You're now entering the territory of the Vampire Dominion, so prepare your men to be processed. Don't let your ladies miss out on their chance to evolve into superior Vampire beings before you make land. If you're caught with any humans on board, both genders will be forcefully bound and processed. To become Citizen Vampires, you're entitled to receive a human servant. Proceed to the military checkpoint. Do not hesitate. Boats that try to escape will end up destroyed for salvaging blood without warning.
I pulled my dick out of the woman's mouth just as I was about to finish, and my release was stifled. The semen dripping out of my cock didn't stop, instead, it spread down my chest, my stomach, and my face, which, like my dick, now had nothing to lick. My cock was not long done, yet my body was rapidly losing blood and my mind was going blank.
I closed my eyes as I felt vampires rushing around me.
"Our our our lord, we must help him!" Captain Molly yelled above the desperation as my mind flickered and I started drifting into unconsciousness. "Hurry, you could lose him!"
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