Vampire BBQ

 

Originally posted on Twitter October 3rd, 2020

 

Kept in its original formatting

 

 

You've been friends with this vampire ever since y'all met after a late-night screening of Mad Max: Fury Road at the Drafthouse. You both had enough beverage in your bellies to let some secrets loose. You admitted to your hypno-kinky ways, and she grinned wildly.

 

She found you to be pleasant company, and proposed a symbiotic relationship of a sort.

 

She could gaze into your eyes and melt your mind so thoroughly that you'd forget what "up" is,

 

And you had an aching desire to be melted, a beating heart, and replenishable supply of blood.

 

And so, over the last few years, you two would have these movie nights at least once a week. You'd catch up, share some laughs, and inevitably surrender to your respective hungers. After a year, you both found a different hunger for one another you wished to mutually sate…

 

It wasn't long before she started edging you, saving her bite for the moment you cum after hours of touching, teasing, letting you build up. The levels of endorphins flooding through your bloodstream at your release would make for the finest, sweetest blood there ever was.

 

Now, she's reached out to you, told you to make sure your weekend is cleared, because she's got big plans for you.

 

You arrive at her place on Friday evening, beneath a Harvest Moon. She invites you inside, where you meet her two similarly-complexioned friends, and their humans.

 

She tells you that tomorrow night, she'll be hosting a small BBQ between her and her two friends.

 

Naturally, you and the two other humans will be the meal.

 

She beckons everyone to follow her as she leads the crew to a door in her home conspicuously labeled "Slow Cooker".

 

She opens the door, and your little kinky heart skips a beat.

 

3 Sybian saddles, laid out in a row

 

a projector screen taking up a full wall with a sample spiral looping

 

large-and-in-charge speakers mounted on every wall possible

 

toys of every shape and size~

 

You and your dinner mates are stripped, bound and settled into your respective brainwashing stations.

 

You can't wipe this look of eager anticipation from your face, and neither can your cohorts. At least you thought as much.

 

Then your Sires stood before you and did just that.

 

Moans escape from parted lips as the three of you are bewitched with but glances from your hosts.

 

With that headstart given, the Slow Cooker is set to High.

 

Lilted words pumped from the speakers brush past your ears and move directly into your minds as the screen spins & swirls

 

The hours pass unbeknownst to you. There is nothing but the euphoria of basic, primal mindlessness, echoed in a chorus of grunts and moans. You rut upon your vibrator as you deepthroat a dildo, eyes never breaking away from the screen, the spirals, so nice to watch the spirals~

 

Your Sires occasionally check in to keep their barbeque thoroughly basted, ensuring you're all drinking water and reapplying lube. Sometimes they'll join in, offering you something more substantial for your oral practice & lending their own hypnotic power to the brainwashing.

 

The three of you are compelled to embrace true slumber for what feels like a moment before you're reawoken and resubmerged.

 

Time has become one of the many concepts that your mind has discarded in this moment, but there eventually comes a time when your Sires return, famished.

 

You see your f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ Master stand before you, and your face lights up like a puppy seeing their Owner after being out and about, bouncing on your vibrator eagerly. She smiles right back at you as she undoes your restraints and helps you up.

 

You're led to a warm shower where She rinses you off in warm water and encourages you to wash up with her rose-scented soaps.

 

The dinner must be dressed, and as you hang your towel up, you're adorned in a fine, crimson silk gown and a Ruby-adorned butt plug.

 

Before long, you and your fellow meals are led to the main room, splayed out upon a large red round bed. You're Compelled to begin touching yourself, and you oblige without hesitation. You put all of your holes to good use in service of your Master, for She deserves this pleasure

 

Minds are blanked, nethers are left trembling, wanton and needy. This sweet servitude consumes every ounce of your mind, the world is nothing but pleasure

 

one by one the slaves are urged to make one another cum whilst the Masters await with baited breath, fangs out, necks kissed

 

You blissfully bob your head upon the first meal's cock, gagging while giggles fill your brain. you can feel them tremble and shake as you push them past the precipice, feeling them shoot rope after rope of cum down your throat as their Sire bites into theirs.

 

you eagerly move onto the next meal's dripping cunt, lapping up every drop of grool before luxuriating upon their clit, licking like this is what you were made for. you bury your face in their mound as their legs quiver in that telltale fashion. you are doused in waves of cum~

 

you arise to your knees in eager anticipation for your Master. you're so excited that your enthusiasm remains evident even after meeting Her gaze.

 

She lifts you up onto her lap and cranks up her mesmerism to the max as she begins rubbing between your legs. you pant & convulse…

 

what escapes your lips are but mere fragments amidst the roaring torrents of Her Power.

 

"horny.empty.blank.needy.good pet.horny needy fuck me fuck me cum need to cum oh Master please please aAH!"

 

She sinks her fangs into you and you sink in turn

 

you hope you're delicious~

 

fin