The Mansion
I come from this great planet miles away from any civilization or contact with any other species in the galaxy. It has mountains made of blue diamond dust with mercury and gallium waterfalls that look like melted, shiny ooze to bathe in and feels almost like a hot spring but is minus two hundred sixty-seven Celsius to the body. The sky is so blue that it gives an aura of the night instead of day, where the temperature is so cold that no other living creature would survive our temperatures. Bampires are cold- blooded, therefore we are not affected by the harsh weather. It’s funny how I come from this beautiful place, but my life is not so beautiful. I’m fifty years old and have turned into full adulthood, but life has not been easy for me at all. Losing my parents at a
young age in my life has made me into someone I am not, and because of their passing, I was captured by some real nasty Bampire Lords who in prisoned me, and I became a slave to my kind where I am used to feeding on and to satisfy the needs of my slave owners.
JessBlue
As the evening is getting late, I hear my Lord Cameron and his Lady Candice calling from the mansion that is located deep in the cave mountains in the Crite of Bluestoria, or the city of Bluestoria. Upon hearing their voices, my body convulses. I start to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up from the intense stimulation that I know I’m about to receive. My heart beats in fear because I know what’s coming and I hate it so very much. I exhale a sigh of dread and say with a tired voice, “Why, why me?” I did not want to go, but I was too afraid to keep them waiting. I walk with purpose towards them down the path, past the lagoon passageway and up to the entrance of the mansion. I try to perk my voice up as if I do not know what to expect. “Yes, My Lord, My Lady. How may I be of service to you?” I bow down low, waiting for a response. “Come with me to my chambers,” Lady Candice says as she approaches me and grabs the collar that is around my neck. I lower my head in defeat and say, “As you wish, Lady Candice.” I follow her with heavy feet and the walk feels too short to her chambers of pleasure. It is a room she owns that connects onto her own private chambers that she shares with Lord Cameron. “Cameron, I am going to take Jessblue and have some fun with her before I have my dinner. Her blood tastes so much better when she is at her full peak.”
“All right, Candice. I will see you later when you are finished with Jessblue.” Lady Candice closes the door and her words become hungry and demanding, “Take off that dress and lay on your back on the table.” I move slowly, trying to prolong what is next to come. “Hurry it up, will you? I am hungry and you are fucking taking all day!” Becoming impatient, she waits until my dress hits the floor before grabbing me by the base of my neck. She forces me onto the table. Once I’m on the table, she straps my hands and legs down and attaches the chain to my collar. Now, she has completely restrained my movements. Pleading with a whiny voice and trying to wiggle my arms and legs free, “Please, Lady Candice, I promise to behave. Just don’t tie me up.” “Oh, come on, Jessblue,” she says in a slow sexy, seductive tone. “Do you really think I’m going to let you move around while I have my way with you? No, no, no. I don’t think so, my sweet Jessblue.”
She walks around my openly naked body, dragging her fingernails along my shoulder, down to my breast and all the way down to the ‘V’ shape of my crotch. She continues, “Oh, how I love your sweet, delicious, virgin blood! How it tastes when you orgasm all over my mouth. I delight as I sink my teeth into your pure, tasty flesh, sipping your blue syrup ‘til my veins are content. You should know how this goes already, Jess, so do not fight it. You know I will make you cum longer than the three hours I usually have you.” As I am laying here, my legs are spread open so the air can consume my wetness. Her fingers dance around the outside of my pussy, making circles around my clit, hitting and missing it on purpose. I dread this so much, but once we get started, I love the stimulation. I feel fingers poke through my pussy lips and her middle finger wiggles about on the inside of me. My pussy betrays me by drooling out lubricant from my vagina walls. So much of it that it leaks past her fingers. I am all wet and it’s working its way down between my legs and onto the table. Next thing I know, she hops up on the table and stands above me with both feet straddling my head, facing my feet.