The chair

Three days since I was tied to this armchair by this girl, the girl sleeping in my bedroom, next door. Three days and three nights. She caught me off guard at this club, I was drunk, my friends had left me and I was looking for a girl to unsuccessfully pick on. As I said, I was drunk and my chances of not going home alone were far below zero. It was almost morning and she approached me, it was easy for her, I was not going to put up any fight, so she dragged me home, my home. I was willing, probably not able, but definitively willing. Had I not been that drunk, I might have suspected foulplay, or maybe not. Impossible to know. And anyway, it is too late now, I am tied to this chair and she has been feeding on me for the last three nights. Well not exactly. She fed on me when she first tied me to this chair and then she fed on me last night.

It all started as a game.

“Do you have any rope?” She asked.

I nodded and pointed her towards the case where I keep all my tools and this particular string of rope. She played with it a bit, making it slide all over her amazing body and then she wrapped my arms tight. Turning around the chair, she also tied my chest. She is good at knots because I have not been able to move since. I am a bit sore, well terribly sore to be honest, and thirsty as hell, but I do not really care anymore.

So, it all started as a game. I was drunk and horny, so I let her. She tied me, but then, she went away, leaving me there. She disappeared for a while. I wanted to protest but I did not, I imagined it was part of the whole frustration game. I heard her take a shower and then she came back. She was naked. Beautiful woman. Long red hair, curly, falling from her skull to her ass. Very pale skin, covered in freckles from head to toe, ass and tits and belly and legs. Magnificent woman. Then, I protested a bit but she looked so good that my protest did not go far. Smiling and not saying much, she straddled across my legs and we started kissing. Her lips and mouth felt cold but, as I said, I was drunk and horny so I did not really notice. She kissed me for a while, playing with my tongue, my teeth, leading the game, the frustration game. She tasted good. She started to rock her hips and I could feel her wet slit rubbing against my cock. I felt it staining my pants. I was happy, hell, I was in heaven, half hard and drunkenly blissfull until she jerked my head to a side and started sucking on my neck. It was both painful and amazingly pleasant.

At the time, I did not understand what was happening, but this was the first time she fed on me. It was messy, both because of the blood that fell on my shirt, and the chair, and the floor, but also because I soiled myself. As she sucked, I almost instantly went from half limp to full hard and my cock started bursting with semen. She remained there, sucking on my neck, hungrily, until I passed out.

I only woke up much later that day. I do not know what time it was because she had covered all the windows. But it was a long time before I heard the shower run and she came out. She did not even acknowledge my presence until I asked her to untie me. She looked at me with those hungry eyes she has and she told me to keep it shut. I did, I have ever since. Weird, weird also that I did not call for help on that first afternoon alone tied to this chair. Maybe because I was already falling for her. Because I was already madly in love with her and could never do anything to hurt her.

So, she went out and left me there. She came back later, much later. There was a girl with her. They sat in the living room ignoring me altogether. She told the girl not to mind me when she asked and the girl did. It was weird, she acted as if I was not even there.

Then, my girl and the new girl started kissing on my couch and my girl bit the new girl and that is when I realized that she was not my girl but rather I was her boy, her boy-toy, her chew toy to be more precise. I say that because that is when I realized that the girl who had me tied to this chair was some sort of vampire. Not exactly “some sort”, actually, she was a vampire.

So my girl, or my vampire captor or however you want to call her and the new girl were kissing on my couch. Then, my vampire, she started nuzzling in the new girl’s neck. She raised her head and turned towards me. She smiled and let her fangs grow. Long sharp fangs grew out of her upper jaw. Where you and I have small canines, she had this pair of animal like fangs. I shivered a bit, but then I remembered the bite she had given me the night before and felt jealous of the new girl. This new girl, not really my type but hell, she soon proved to be one hell of a sight. A bit short, long auburn hair falling straight on her back, a nice pair of tits, a nice pair of fit legs and a beautiful ass, not my type because a bit too short but still quite good looking according to anyone’s standards.

Anyway, after my vampire bit her, she started panting. And after a while, she started moaning. Louder and louder. And then my vampire let her go. My vampire looked magnificent with all that blood pouring on her chin, spilling out of her mouth. The girl also looked quite hot, as the blood pouring from her neck wound had glued her shirt to her chest and, since she was not wearing any bra, it left little to the imagination. All the nice curves of her tits, her excited nipples, I could see everything and I liked that. At that point, I thought my vampire was done with the girl, that she would let her live like she had let me live, but she had other plans. She quickly pulled on the new girl’s shorts revealing a nice pair of panties, black, displaying a darker stain where the girl’s pussy had spilled over a bit. My vampire expertly ran a hand over the girl’s swollen slit forcing another loud moan from her dinner. In no time, she was kneeling at the girl’s feet, between her spread legs, head buried between her thighs. She started sucking and then girl stared at me. Well she stared in my general direction because at no point she did anything to acknowledge my existence. It was weird, but also extremely hot as the girl was enjoying my vampire’s attentions very much and it was showing a lot on the girl’s face. You have to agree with me, there is no such sight as a woman’s face when she has an orgasm. Well maybe a nice painting or a sunset, but none of them will be as arousing as a girl getting off time and time again. And the new girl, the auburn girl was coming a lot.

And then, her eyes popped open. There was panic in those eyes, a bit of panic blurred behind all the pleasure my vampire had given her. She let out a small scream. Not too loud, not too screechy but a small and unpleasant scream of pain. I assume that my vampire had bit down because, just like it had happened with me last night and with her earlier, soon, the auburn girl started to moan louder and louder. All trace of panic, fear or pain had disappeared from her eyes, she was pure orgasmic bliss.

And I was quite hard because all this was quite hot and, my jealousy for the girl grew even worse. I wanted to be the one being bitten down there. I definitively should have been more careful with what I wished for, but we will get back to that later. Back to two nights ago, the girl grabbed the arm of the couch and started arching her back. Her moans grew deeper, hoarser. It was a sight to see. I wanted to touch myself but my arms were tightly held to the chair so I was damned to behold the hottest scene I had seen in my life with no chance to touch myself. Not even a gentle caress through the fabric of my pants… not even that. It was a really nasty game of frustration my vampire was playing on me. Or maybe she did not care about me.

That continued on for a while, and then, a bit later, the new girl started to relax, she left her back rest back into the couch, let go of the arm of the couch. Her moaning and panting grew weaker. She kept on staring at me as her breath also grew weaker and soon, she died. I guess she died, because she has not moved since and I am starting to see - and smell - the first signs of decomposition. And yet she keeps on staring at me. It is disturbing, I must say, but she was happy when she passed, and she had it coming. I have not let go of that jealousy streak, I am a mean man on that aspect.

I assume it was close to morning by then, because my vampire had a quick shower and locked herself in my room. I must have fallen asleep at some point later. I was woken up by my captor going out. I was starting to grow quite thirsty and a bit hungry but she did not seem to care. The thirst has started to have nasty effects on me, head turning, painful cramps, but I will not tell my vampire because I guess she might take offence and I would not like that. And it is not as if I could say anything, since she told me to shut it and I do obey her every order.

Anyhow, she went out but contrary to the night before she came back quite quickly. She was with another girl, a tall blonde this time. I was expecting to have them give me a show similar to the one I had the privilege of attending the night before but it soon turned out that the girl with my vampire was a vampire too. They chatted for a bit and then they turned to me. I smiled, not really sure what was expected of me, but it turned out that they did not expect anything from except, maybe, for me to bleed for them and that I did. They both undressed, fooled around for a bit, kissing and touching each other, showing me how gracious and perfect their bodies were. Showing me, or not, as this whole thing might have just been for their own benefit and not mine. When they finally came back to me, the other vampire, the blonde one, went directly for my neck. She went for the other side, not the one where my vampire had bit me, she went for the clean side. It was as pleasant as it had been with my own vampire. A bit painful at first, but then immensely pleasant. It soon became even more pleasant because my vampire released my cock from my stained pants and started stroking me. And that felt even better but not as good as when she started sucking on my cock. Not sucking my blood from my cock - that came later - just giving me a regular, yet quite expert, blowjob and I was in heaven. And the vampire, the blonde one started moaning against my neck. I came through my mistress lips and she drank it all and it was glorious. Contrary to what could have been expected I was still hard and willing and able after that first unloading, so I smiled when my vampire guided her friend’s cold pussy onto my hard cock and they started kissing. I could go on telling you that it was exceptional but at this point I must assume that you have understood that. So, I fucked the blonde vampire as she drank from me. Then, I fucked my mistress as she also drank from my neck and then they both sucked my still hard cock, and, finally, they both sucked on my cock, this time sucked my blood as I was not producing much semen anymore.

Of course, I quickly passed out and have slept until now. I slept so well, so well fucked and drained, but then the thirst and the hunger have brought me out of my slumber and I have been suffering hell despite being in my own personal little heaven with my vampire Mistress.

I can hear her now, waking up. I hope she will soon visit me. I hope because, I know I am dying and I would love to give her one last present before I go. It would be absurd to let me die of thirst, would it not? I mean, I still have some blood pumping in my veins, some seed in my balls, would be a shame to let all that go to waste.

She is behind me, I can hear her. And the rope cuts loose. I am free. I am surprised. I hope she will release me soon from my silent spell because I want to tell her how much I love her and how much she means for me. I stand and turn. It requires one hell of an effort but I do. I turn around and she is there, my magnificent vampire Master. She turns around and walks away. Curious and intimidated, I follow her to the kitchen. She points at the fridge. I understand. I am a clever man, so I go slowly and take my time and all the time I take she remains there, looking at me. I have a hard time guessing what she wants of me but she wants me strong, that I know, she wants me alive and I will survive to become her faithful servant or maybe her chew toy. I do not know and I do not care because I love her like I have never loved anyone like her.