Thrall, Vampire Plaything

You moan out as the other thrall fucks you from behind. The Queen had instructed you and him to fuck for her viewing pleasure. She enjoyed watching carnal deeds while she fed. A teenage woman rests on the Queen’s lap while she sucks on her neck. Her eyes staring up at you being fucked from behind. You struggle to stay upright as your body convulses in pleasure. The man cums deep within you before retreating. The Queen stops her **** on the teen’s neck to say “Go again.” A flash of the familiar icy blue eyes fill your vision and you watch as the other thrall’s dick rises to attention again.

“Happy birthday dear Holly. Happy birthday to you,” the Duchess of Amazon and the Duchess of Sahara sing together. You’re not sure why two high ranking vampires are singing to you. You have a faint memory of what a birthday is, but you’re not even sure if you’re right.

“Turning 30 is a big deal,” the Duchess of Sahara says with a smile that shows off her fangs. “So as a special treat, you’re going to get 30 orgasms!” The two vampires move in a blur and before you know it, you’re all tied up. You can’t move at all, ropes crisscrossing your body. Then you hear a mechanical buzzing as vibrations against your clit send shocks of pleasure over your body.

“And my gift is 30 facials,” the Duchess of Amazon exclaims. And on cue a line of 30 thralls enter the room forming a line. The first guy hovers above your face, his erection floating in face. The clitroral stimuli bring you to an orgasms, and at the sound of your moans, the Duchess snaps her fingers. Without a single touch to his erection, the man starts shooting strands of cum across your face.

The cycle continues. Every time you start a new orgasm, the Duchess snaps and the next guy in line shoots his load on your face. You’re not sure why this is happening, but if it pleases your vampiric masters you would gladly do it everyday.

You look into the mirror next to you. Your old wrinkled body being fucked from behind, your tits sagging in age. You can’t see the person fucking you, just the strap-on thrusting into you. The last time the Duchess fucked you like this, you thought you had broken your hip. Luckily that wasn’t the case, but you don’t know about this time.

Everyday you’re certain you will be retired. None of the other thralls are even a third of your age. The vampires seem to like their food and toys to be young, yet they continue to keep you around. Gray hair and wrinkled skin don’t seem to deter them from using you on a regular basis.

But as the Duchess plunges her fangs into your neck, you know that today is not your last day as a Thrall to the vampire royalty.