Stake the bitch.

You tighten your grip on the bat handle. You have to end this now. The vampire is just another monster in your way. You rise to your feet and charge at the vampiric target. You stab with the shattered end of the bat handle, aiming for the middle of her chest. Ready to plunge the wooden object into her ample cleavage.

You feel an impact hit your wrist. She knocked your hand aside, your weapon flying off into the lake. Her hand wraps around your neck cutting off your air flow. You wrap your hands around her wrist trying desperately to pull her hand away. Her icy eyes stare into you, a penetrating gaze that makes your struggles wash away. You stop resisting her grasp and lose yourself in the vampiric stare.

She lets go of your throat and you can breath once again. You don’t move a muscle still entranced by the icy blue eyes staring into you. You hear her talking but can’t make any of it out. Everything but the vampire’s eyes are a blur, lost to your attention. “Strip,” a single word breaks through your haze. Without a second of hesitation, you throw your shirt off over your head and shimmy out of your skirt and panties.

“Hand,” you hear another word while continuing to lock eyes with the vampire. You place your hand in hers, like a trained dog being asked to shake. You can feel a burning sensation on your hand, but you can’t look away from the vampire’s gaze. She lets go of your hand and it falls back to your side. “Go fuck,” she says as she ends the intimate staring contest. For a second you watch as she walks away looking at the silver ring that used to adorn your hand. Then as the second ends you find yourself walking back into the Lakeside Suite.

Your feet carry you to the orgy you walked past on your way in. You kneel next to a woman you don’t know, but you recognize her as a local jogger who you have seen running through the park several times before. She has a cock in her mouth, you look up at the man, he’s the older gentleman who operates a horse and buggy in the park. You run your tongue along the underside of the cock. Your path follows the jogger’s retreat, and you take the cock into your mouth as soon as it’s free of hers.

You push yourself further and further with each bob. A part of you starts to question why you’re doing this. Your vision is clouded with the image of the vampire’s icy gaze, like the aftereffects of staring at the sun, and your questions wash away forgotten. You feel a pair of hands grab your hips from behind, and a cock pushes its way into your pussy. You don’t even take the time to look behind you, instead keeping your focus on the cock in your mouth.

The carriage man grabs his cock, pumping it as he shoots his cum across your face. The jogger jumps at the chance and kisses you before licking the cum from your face. Meanwhile you feel the man behind you fill your womb before retreating. The jogger kisses you once again, this time tasting of cum.

You turn your head and find a free nipple to latch onto. You suck on the tit not caring who it belongs to. A tongue finds its way to your ass as a set of fingers probe your cum stuffed pussy. You’re already starting to forget how you got to where you are. And as you forget more, you care less.