The Vamps Vamp Him

Andrew awoke in a dank basement, chained to a wall. The last thing he remembered was trying to **** two sexy vampires in the entrance, and getting hit on the head.

Cold water splashed against him.

"Glad you're up," said Darla, snickering and laughing in a leather corset as she stepped out. Dru was in a virginal white gown. Black and white, dark and light, day and night. That was Darla and Dru.

The two girls leaned down against him, pressing just slightly. Their fingers ran across his naked, soaking chest, sliding down to his boxers. "Marvin the Martian boxers?" asked Darla.

"He's the original sci-fi comedy hero," said Andrew, nervously.

"Little puppy afraid of what the mean big cats are going to do to him. Eat 'im like a rat?" she asked. "Or play with him like a mousey?" Drusilla paused.

Darla's fingernail cut the elastics of the boxers and Dru brought her teeth down, pulling them off his legs with her mouth alone, then twirling the boxers towards the wall with a jolt of her head. She then turned back towards him, baring her teeth and flaring her tongue.

"You know what we realized what our problem is, after knocking you out?" whispered Darla into his ear, licking his lobe as Dru touched his balls, tickling them.

"Daddy walked out on us," said Dru, disapointed.

"We need a strong man to guide us, to be our leader. Like Angel and Spike were."

Andrew didn't even get a word in as Darla brought her lips to his neck. He saw she was leaving a red stain on it. Was it lip stick, or blood? Her hot breath pressed against him. "How would you like to be that strong man?"

"Umm..."

Dru placed her tongue on his cock, giving it one good licking before looking up. "Mmmm... Like a lollypop. Much better than Spikey or Daddy."

"I'll be that strong man," weakly said Andrew. Darla gladly bit down into his neck, and Andrew knew when he woke up again, he'd be a different man.