No, you must obey

You do not hesitate. With your mouth still thick with the taste of the chaun's spunk you are turning on your knees on the bed. You press your big tits on the rough blanket and your face on the bed, lifting your bum towards the chaun as it commanded. Worm lays a smack roughly across your cheeks. Once, twice, three times, the smacks ringing out loudly. He giggles with each strike, enjoying the way your plump bottom shudders with each blow.

The slaps bring tears to your eyes and elicit yelps of pain, but you cannot move from this position. Above you, Alyssa watches form the ceiling, laughing at your pitiful subservience to the wee bloodsucker. You shake with each blow. Worm is striking you faster and faster, the slaps reaching a crescendo and then stopping suddenly, leaving you gasping for breath amid the stinging pain.

Worm leans into your ass, running his hands over both burning cheeks and sniffing your crack and the dripping mound of your sex. You feel completely exposed. Spreading your cheeks, his gaze and Alyssa's are permitted to wander over the pink not of your arsehole.

You are so intent to feel his tongue up your arse or at your quim that you are caught completely off guard when Worm bites the tender flesh of your ass. His needle-sharp teeth sink into your flesh like knives, but because of the domination you cannot move. You wail pitifully and sob as the chaun's lamprey's mouth latches tight to your bleeding flesh and begins to suck. Your quaivering, pain-wracked breathing is lost to the loud, greedy slurping of the vampling. The suction is strong as he drinks your blood.

"Not a main artery," says Alyssa, watching the feeding. "He'll hardly get anything out of your fat ass. But I suspect a chaun doesn't need much to fill that little belly. My thirst won't be so easily slaked. When I feed, I will drink every drop you have to offer."

The pressure on your bottom suddenly releases with a pop and you feel the sting anew as the cold air in the room breezes over the puncture wounds. You shiver and let you a soft cry of terror. Worm makes contented sounds and shifts his weight behind you. He rests his hands atop your reddened bum and you feel his hard cock against your thighs.

"Lower," he commands and you lower your ass by spreading your knees. The disgusting munchkin holds your ass open with its little claws and makes a vile hacking sound. A warm gob of saliva splats into your crack directly on your arsehole and you clench in reaction. The chaun's clawed fingers drag down your crack to your puckered hole and it begins pressing his fingers and twisting them, working them past the tightness of your sphincter and into your arse. You groan with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as the chaun's whole fist, small though it is, pops into your ass and fills you up. You push back a little as Worm works his fist in and out of your arse.

"I think she likes it," Alyssa comments to the chaun.

She's right. You do. And as the foul fidget fist fucks your fat arse you fuck back against him, pushing him nearly elbow deep between your cheeks, and cum. You don't even need to touch your clit. You cry out, face in the blanket, tears spilling down your flushed face, and cum around the chaun's intruding wrist.

You gulp with resignation as Worm pops his hand out of your stretched sphincter, watching your pucker slowly return. He then guides his cock to you, dragging it over your mound and up to your ass. He teases both holes, leaving you wondering which he intends to fuck.