You fight (and lose)

The vampire slams into you before you are even braced for the attack. The impact knocks the wind out of you and the vamp grabs the collar of your coverall and rips it open. Your huge, milk-swollen tits burst free. In fact, they save you from her attack. She leans in ravenously moaning, attempting to bite your neck, but her slender body presses against the tight flesh of your bosom and she can't quite reach.

You grab her by her waist and, with all of your strength, you roll her onto her back. She realizes what you are doing and throws her slender legs around your hips, dragging you with her so that you land on top of her and your big breasts mash against her chest. Before you can react, she squirms up a few inches and leans her long neck forward.

The sharp pain of her fangs piercing your neck melts into prickling chills that course through your body as she slurps blood from your punctured vein. Your arms go weak and your hands slip from her body.

"Mmmmmm, delicious," she moans, licking at your bloody throat, drinking your blood with great hunger. You lift yourself, trying to roll off of her, but she has her arms around you now and follows you up, sucking mouth locked to your neck like a leech. You're too weak anyway. You collapse back down on top of her.

You feel like an insect trapped in a spider's web. You cannot fight back. Her sucking is loud in your ear, the pain and chills replaced with a smouldering full-body pleasure. The announcer is saying something now. Something about you losing, but you can't even look up. The vampire spawn spreads her legs and squirms beneath you, her bare pussy against your thigh as she continues to drink. She begins writhing, rubbing her little cunt on your flesh, getting off to her own bloody feast. Your milk oozes from your breasts, wetting her chest. After several minutes of sucking and grinding against you she snaps her head back, mouth, chin and lips coated in your blood, and she cries out.

"Yessss!" She clamps her mouth on yours, forcing her bloody tongue between your lips as she grinds her damp little cunny against your thigh to her own orgasmic pleasure. You are in a daze, unable to do much more than let her use your body for her climax.

Invigorated by your blood, she throws you onto your back and stands up, triumphant. The audience greets her with cheers, always willing to celebrate a good victory even if it was won by a monster. You are left in the sand, waiting to be dragged out by the orderlies.

Finally, they come, escorting the victorious vamp back through her door and dragging you out and into the locker room. They check your vitals and bandage your neck. Miss Swift leans over you.

"Not a stellar performance, Miss Finch," she scolds. "I thought you might actually have it in you still, but it seems you are no use to us as a combat trainer. Tomorrow you will begin your work with our breeding program. You'll be pleased to know your friend is now in charge. Say hello to Winny for me when she is mating you with your first monster."

You are dragged back to the enclosure and thrust inside with your bandaged neck beginning to throb painfully.