It's not your decision anymore

No matter how hard you try, there is no way you can speak. But to be honest, you are not sure what you should say. There is no rational thought left in your head. Only the massive need to finally cum. No matter how or where.

“Looks like you broke him.” Miranda says and gives the vampire a displeased look, “You know, I want my money even if he is dead.”

“He is still breathing,” replies the vampire and slaps your rock hard cock, “and he is not having a heart attack either. He is just a stubborn piece of shit.”

“God, he must feel like he's been in half a year in chastity,” Miranda says impressed.

“Do you have any experience with this?” the vampire asks surprised, “I know you are a kinky bitch, but keeping a human in chastity is nothing I would have expected from you.”

“I was in college once,” Miranda explains and shrugs her shoulders, “and I had a human boyfriend there. Keeping his cock locked up was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t get stuck between some sluts ass cheeks. Sadly he freaked out when I showed him my hair. Too bad. He was cute and fearful every time I demanded the key back.”

“Fascinating,” the vampire says angry, and finally gets off your lap, “well, since your poison isn’t going to work fast enough, let’s do it my way. I want your whip, clamps, and a candle!”

“What?” “but … dear … if we do this in front of the **** he might go crazy and then he'll be useless.”

“I’m not going to whip your naughty ass, I’m going to hurt him, you pervert freak,” the vampire yells impatiently, “if he isn’t in for pleasure, maybe pain will make him talk. Good old bloody ****. You hear that, ****. I’m going to whip the skin of your body. I'll make you talk, it doesn't matter how.”