Ashley is impaled.

Vlad grinned, showing his fake vampire teeth. Ashley he reckoned was just about ready for him to administer his trademark coup de grace.

"I think zat it is time zat you vere impaled." Vlad threatened in his thick accent.

His hand, cupping her crotch told him that the punk princess was wet and ready enough to be subjected to his signature finishing move. With a grip on one breast and her damp crotch he hauled the wrestler to her feet. Shifting grip, he spun her around like a top.

"Around and around she goes." He taunted. "Vhere she stops, nobody knows."

Spinning her several times he released her. She swayed, holding her arms out, dizzied and disorientated. Vlad came close behind her and pulled back her arms into a double chickenwing. The bewildered girl could do little but moan and squim in resistance.

"Up you go little girl." The faux vampire mocked.

He heaved her up easily, and turned around to display her limp dangling body to the crowd. When all had been shown her helplessness he lowered her slightly moving his hips until his cockhead was between her legs and pressing at her labial lips. He pressed his hips forward slightly the thick cockhead parting her wet pussylips easily to lodge an inch inside her moist cunt.

"Brace yourself silly girly." Vlad sneered.

He suddenly dropped, one knee pushing forward to part Ashley's legs as she plummeted. She plunged down onto his cock, the thick shaft driven home by her own falling weight. It speared into her to the hilt, her crotch thudding down on Vlads knee.

"Ahh, ze children of the night." He gloated listening to her cry as she was staked on his huge cock. "Vhat beautiful music zey make."