Vampire Revenge: Blood, Sex & Violence

Pablo was an expert, before returning to his plan, he passionately kissed Gisela, the girl looked at him even more surprised. Corrupting was not just about giving sexual pleasure, it was about giving comfort, making the other person feel an affinity, feeling understood, gifted.

"Ready to continue?"

"Yes..."

The vampire did not give her time to react, the vibrating egg activated at its maximum speed and the dildo entered with a strong penetration that surprised the girl.

"I told you that if you did not call me master you would be punished, we are going to have to teach you a lesson"

He unhooked the girl's legs and the chain of her wrists from the hook on the wall and forced her to get on all fours on the bed. He did not remove any of the toys, but instead took one of the riding whips that the girl had.

He hit the girl's buttocks hard enough for the girl to feel that mixture of pain and pleasure that this could produce. The paddle of the whip had left a mark on her small and pretty ass. He continued with the punishment while Gisela screamed, moaned and complained, but without Rojo saying anything at any time. Now, Pablo, after putting the plug in his mouth to lubricate it, introduced it without hesitation into the girl's anus.

She screamed and moaned, he continued to take it out and put it in while he whipped her with the whip. He left her like that, with her ass in the air, a vibrating egg at maximum power, a dildo inserted in her vagina and the plug in her anus.

The demon took the gag, Gisela did not resist, and accepted that she deserved the punishment, but then Pablo left the room again. He went back to get some ice from the kitchen. While the vibration continued at such a level that the girl had to do her best not to cum, he passed an ice cube over her back, while with another he numbed her nipples again.

So many sensations were too much and the girl came strongly between spasms, lying on the bed, but this was a sadistic session, it was a session of corruption to unleash all her instincts.

"Did I give you permission to cum? Did I order you to lie down? You are my slave and now you are going to know what it is like to be fucked hard."

Without hesitation, Pablo put her on all fours again and took her to the edge of the bed. He put the nipple clamps on her again, but this time he hooked a small weight from the box onto the chain. In this way, gravity and weight would pull her nipples down. The boy took out the dildo and got into position. He grabbed her tightly by the nape of the neck, forcing the girl to arch her back, and then he penetrated her with his own member. He lowered the vibrating egg to the minimum, to help her become active again without hurting her, but his thrusts were not at all careful, with each jerk the nipple clamps made them swing from one side to the other.

The first spank left Pablo's hand clearly marked on the white skin and elicited a cry of pleasure that could be heard even through the gag. He fucked her like that, hard and strong for more than ten minutes, giving her no respite, at a hellish pace that didn't let Gisela even think about what was happening to her.

She came again, she couldn't help it, but the boy didn't stop, he continued penetrating her. Gisela was about to snap her fingers to make the boy stop, but he quickly stopped, removed the clamps from her nipples and removed the vibrating egg and gag. Any pleasant effect must have worn off, there were limits to endurance. He gently removed the anal plug. That boy had read the symptoms of her body and had reacted so as not to transform the pleasure into something unpleasant.

"Thank you master... I'm sorry I couldn't hold out..."

"And tell me, slave. How do you plan to compensate your master?"

"I will make you cum master, I promise"

He freed her from all the bonds that remained and stood up. She began to lick him, to suck him passionately. He did not touch her, he did nothing to her, he only let her demonstrate all the devotion that a slave who had not fulfilled her duty should feel for her master. The truth is that Gisela was completely immersed in her role.

The boy was about to cum, she noticed it in the small spasms, but she did not stop, when the discharge came she received it with pleasure in her mouth and swallowed it. It did not disgust her, he had not forced her to do it by grabbing her head or forcing her, the boy did not warn, but Gisela had not needed it, his moans and the previous contractions were the best sign she could have. She had received it in her mouth because she had wanted to, to show that she was a good slave.

She licked her lips theatrically, although she asked permission to rinse her mouth. When she returned from the service the boy was in bed, still erect. He really was a marvel of nature. Gisela looked at him without knowing if they should continue with the session or not.

"Come..."

Pablo made a friendly gesture with his hand and Gisela went to the bed to lie down beside him, he kissed her then slowly, lovingly, delicately, the caresses were no longer those of a sadomasochistic roleplay. She kissed his neck, shoulders, pectorals.

He did not try to touch her in her intimate parts, he only continued with the caresses on the skin of the girl who had the hair on end. She got on top, moistened herself a little with her own saliva and grabbing that wonderful member she introduced it to him.

They did it slowly, between kisses, between caresses, interlacing their hands when he changed position and got on top. She wrapped her legs around him to feel him more, their bodies were synchronizing on their own, she guided him with her legs and hips. It was tender sex on a hot day. They both came at the same time, with a deep shamelessness and ended with a tender kiss, while he wiped a tear from the girl's cheek.

Pablo didn't do it for any romantic reason, the girl didn't take it that way either, she wasn't crying out of love, but out of gratitude. Gratitude for not being judged for her tastes, for not ceasing to be worthy of respect, gratitude for understanding, gratitude for complicity.

It had been a practice of hard sex, they had done things that many wouldn't dare, they had played to the limit but following all the rules, and that didn't label any of them, but above all it didn't label Gisela, at least not in the eyes of the vampire, reaching deep desires deep down was an act of liberation, or so the justicar believed in his strange morality.

It was true that he was a vampire and a particularly lustful one, an expert in fulfilling fantasies, but he also enjoyed his shady work. From what she had seen on the news, on the internet, with the crimes, the gang rapes, he had many more principles and knew how to enjoy sex in a more respectful way than most of that society that called itself civilized and respectful of rights, and when the time came all those sons of bitches would be his potential food.

Human hypocrisy reaches such a point that if you did not fall into behaviors that objectified women you had to become a repressed prude who would label any practice that deviated from the norm, any lustful desire as a deviation.

The vampire wondered if with his influence he was corrupting that society or just awakening its true nature.

Gisela prepared a coffee in the kitchen, they talked and joked about certain things, about certain details, they commented on the game and the girl was really delighted. Pablo could be a good occasional lover in a world full of idiots and uncouth people.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"Do I look like I should ask you out?" Nah, my friends will be busy tonight and I'd rather do something to stay home"

"I don't think they'll let you in the places I go to wearing those clothes"

"Ha ha ha, do you think I only have good boy clothes?"

"Well, we'll see, be at my house at nine..."

The vampire was saying goodbye to Gisela at the door when the roommates appeared through the elevator door with all their things from the beach. Pablo wasn't embarrassed and waved as he headed out and began to go down the stairs.

He had time to hear the laughter and some risqué references to himself from his friends, surely that afternoon the young university student would have many things to tell. Those things that women can tell without fear of being called indiscreet and that if said between boys would be little less than a rude and sexist attitude.

It was four in the afternoon, his day was once again complicated but the gain had been great. He was sure that he would end up completely corrupting that girl's mind.