Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 43: Dark Vampire BDSM Erotic Story - Part Two

Episode Date: February 1, 2021

The Concluding part of this Vampire Erotica mini series. Abigail is trapped. Imprisoned by the man she sought to kill. To avenge her sisters murder. She has already fallen victim for his legendary sex appeal, and given herself in ways she never thought she would. And what's worse, she enjoyed it! Now trapped in her cage, she must find a way to escape. A way to avoid his sexual allure. A way to end this torment for once and for all.Just how is another matter. Remember for even more intense pleasure you can go ahead and visit wyldedesires.com where you can test ride your own fantasies.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. New bedtime destination for salacious stories. sensuous satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies now as you enjoy tonight's little story you can know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure

and unlimited satisfaction by coming to see me at wilddesires.com that you can test ride and were your favourite fantasies and just for coming Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed Just put your earbuds in and close your eyes And surrender to the pleasure of my voice

Moving over and inside you Remember to loosen any clothing Or even better get naked Just in case you want to enjoy this story On a whole new level And so when you're ready to enjoy the deep sensuous pleasures of this story, just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment and release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.

For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction. your time to release that in a woman as you surrender to my voice. And feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's little story. Abigail's hands slide up and down the cold bars of the cage. As she stares into the darkness beyond, willing Luca to return. The cold air in the cell are biting at every inch of her naked body. What the fuck happened?

Shock still clouds her mind wondering where her focus and resolve went. Just a few hours ago, she was set on killing Luca. She just knew she had to figure her away. But now, here she was imprisoned in this cage. She couldn't even figure how to get out, let alone. kill him. Footsteps fall heavily on the wooden floor above. In desperation Abigail bangs loudly at the bars, shouting to attract attention. She cannot be left down here alone, trapped. Frustration and anger burns through her as she bangs the manacles loudly at the

bars. The metallic sound echoing around the darkened room. Relieved gasp drops from her lips as she hears the door finally open at the top of the stairs. The footsteps moving quickly down the stone. The velvet curtains pushed aside hurriedly. Well, aren't you a noisy little pet? Luca says curtly, glaring at Abigail through the bars. Holding her gaze for a long moment, her anger waltz under the burning fury of his green eyes. How dare you disturb me. when I'm expecting company. This is not the day to try my patience, my pet. He snarls.

Just let me out. No one need no. I won't tell anyone. I know you can see that. Abigail gasps, the sudden urge to escape her torment, fueling the panic in her voice. He laughs cruelly in response.

Oh no, you're not leaving. You are today's entertainment. I have a very select crowd coming to view you. His lips curl into a hideously sensuous grin as he speaks. Despite her desperation to be free, that voice, that smile burns through to her core. Image is flashing in her mind of being bound horizontal in front of a crowd, of being fucked relentlessly while they watched.

Her pussy aches with need again at the debaulcherous images in her mind, her lust winning the argument raging in her mind. Maybe he would let her go after the show. She settles back into the corner of the cage. Her legs parting through some will of their own, exposing the wet desire burning in her pussy. Fuck, when did she ever get so turned on by this kink? As his eyes watch her, her hand rifts between her thighs, massaging her damp folds,

pinching her clit for his enticement. Her back arches as a growl escapes her lips. Her body tenses in undeniable pleasure as he watches her rolling her clit between finger and thumb. Pulling it, forcing the heat to spiral through to her core, before spanking her most sensitive spot hard. The cruel smile that erupts on his lips, fuels her passion further. Her gaze drops from his eyes to the bulge growing beneath the material of his tailored pants, suddenly hungry to fill her pussy full again,

to fill her lips stretched to the point of discomfort. She plunges her fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, pumping furiously as she pushes hard against the back of the cage her eyes fixed on his throbbing erection she cries out as an orgasm explodes for her body nodding in approval he smiles wryly before calmly saying that's better my pet I think less brat more kitten will do well today

and with that he turns and leaves plunging her back into the darkness again. Alone with her thoughts, the confusion that seems to follow him, this fail of lust that embraces her every time he's near, lifts, and she can think clearly again. She must kill him. It is the only way to break this spell, yet her body betrays her every single time. Searching around the cage, feeling slowly with her hands in the darkness, trying to find a weakness, some ways she might escape.

But there is nothing. Maybe he will just release her once the show is done. Maybe he will play some mind trick that blanks her mind to everything that is happening today. It was she kidding. He knew she wanted to kill him. If he let her go, she would just come back again. Suddenly images of her twin sister invaded her thoughts

and tears well in her eyes stinging at her cheeks every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded of her why hadn't she come to her why hadn't she talked to her about what was happening Melissa was always the wild one

the one that went off and did reckless things the one that got all the the boys, whereas Abigail waited until her first husband to have sex. She was shy and sensible, and then one day Melissa disappeared, just vanished. For a while, Abigail had even questioned if she had existed at all. Her memories of her twin sister seemed so vague and confused. Sometimes she wonders if she was just a dream, a figment of her imagination. Eventually there was a memorial service which Abigail tended on her own. There was no body to bury, no explanation, no closure.

Just years of torment of searching for answers to questions that all pointed to this man. He had the answers and he would tell her she would make him right before he took his last breath. she needed to know. It was impossible to say if she fell asleep in the darkness, or if her thoughts were just so preoccupied with Melissa, that she became oblivious to everything else around her.

Whatever the reason, she never heard him approach the cage. She never felt her manacled hands being lifted until it was too late, and she was strapped back onto the chain, and being raised from her slumber. instinctively kicking her legs out, hitting the side of the cage bruising her shin painfully. Oh fuck! She screams as pain burns through her leg. Abigail kicks out again, trying to stop Luca from strapping her ankles in once more.

Determined to resist him and this desire coursing through her veins. But the more she fights it, the stronger it gets, the more she resists her passion. passion, the harder it burns between her thighs. As he finally grabs her ankle and holds her still while he attaches the leather strap, she is suddenly all to aware of the scent of her own desire. How can she deny herself when her feminine scent is so strong? Cursing her body, cursing her lust for its betrayal. Abigail accepts her salacious. fate. As the straps hold her upright, suspended a foot from the ground.

Lucas smiles as his gaze caresses her naked body. Time for you to learn some manners, my pet. He says as he walks behind her. The sound of him rustling through various objects is surprisingly unnerving for Abigail. And shockingly arousing. She can hear herself moan as she hangs suspended, the dark casting a veil around her. The first spank comes hard across her ass, no warning, no pause. Just a hard punishing spank right across her butt that forces her buttocks to tremble for long minutes after.

The delicious sting of pain eventually subsides to a burning glow across the chest. her skin. Her cries of agony morph into groans of pleasure. Her body trembles with aching desire. We have company today. I can't have them thinking I let you act like this without some repercussions. Lucas says, another strike harder than the first. The next three strikes come quickly and always at the same spot, sending an earthquake of pleasure cascading through her body. Without warning, a loud groan explode from her lips. Her pleasure undeniable as the warm caresses of her own juices streamed down her thighs. Gentlemen, Melissa has returned to us. Lucas says, My pet is back. Shock ricochets through Abigail's mind. Wait, he thinks

are Melissa. Why doesn't he know Melissa is dead? Suddenly a thought floods into her mind that pushes all her other questions to the side. Which fucking gentleman, opening her eyes, in the darkness that unmistakable glint of green eyes watch with a remarkable curiosity. Just on the edge of her hearing there is a sound,

like a hushed laughter, almost mocking her. Abigail glares harshly at the treacherous green eyes. They set her up. They lowered her in with promises and now this. So focused on the green eyes, Abigail doesn't notice the breeze moving around her body, caressing her,

stimulating her, turning her up more than she can ever remember being aroused before. The biting cold of the air, teasing every inch of her body, as if a thousand lovers were biting and sucking at her skin, her neck, her nipples, her clit, the sensation swirling in a melee of lustful confusion, growing faster and faster more and more intense. Somewhere in the midst of the desire,

she gasps loudly as two lubricated fingers pushed deep into her arm, mass, massaging her, bringing her body to the very edge. Before she collapses to the ground, the ropes released. She lays in a crumpled heap, her manacles gone. Her sense is coming back into focus. She is suddenly aware of Luca stood right behind her, and five, maybe six men, seated in front of her. Their green eyes watching her intently.

For the longest moment there is nothing but silence, which Abigail is grateful for, so she can regather her thoughts. Nil! Luca commands, without thinking Abigail kneels before the men. Her mind still dazed from all the sensations. She is in no state to argue. So, you returned, Melissa. Then you must be ready. The central man says, grinning widely. Ready for what? Abigail wonders.

And why do they keep calling me Melissa? What the fuck did Melissa get up to when she was with these people? Let us complete what we started. He says staring intently at Abigail. Why she did what she did next? She may never understand. But on her hands and knees, She suddenly felt an irresistible urge to crawl forward,

pushing the mound's velvet robe to one side, in exploring beneath until her fingers found his semi-hard cock, pushing herself up onto all fours. She takes his cock in her mouth, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as she slides her mouth, up and down his shaft, feeling his cock swelling in her mouth, becoming harder and harder as her tongue flicks around him.

Somehow, she just knows this is what she needs to do. And feeling Luca kneeling behind her, his fingers pushing into her ass once again, thrusting gently. Her body trembles in beautiful response, the pleasure growing through her. The man in front of her tensing as she moans along his cock, feeling his erection swelling to bursting, pulsing along her tongue.

Without warning, Luca pushes his cock past the muscle of her ass as the shock and pain of the first thrust subsides. And his thrusts grow deeper and deeper into her ass. The pleasure moving through her body grows. Fuck, when did she like anal so much? She'd never even thought about it. And the sensations growing within her body, with the threat of another intense orgasm.

Unknown memories come flooding into her mind, nights in the club, putting on the show her and Luca, Melissa and Luca. The depraved acts they committed right there, the bondage, the flogging, the undescribable pain and pleasure. Sucking the man's cock even harder,

feeling her teeth drag along his shaft. She can feel him tensing, knowing he is on the verge of coming. Feeling Luca swell inside her, his cock aching to climax as his fingertips grab at her ass, pulling her back onto him. Her own orgasm growing through her thighs as more memories, more images invade her thoughts.

This unknown history of her and Luca. And somewhere in the distance of her memory, she can see her and Luca talking and hear herself saying, In the club, and when I'm with you, I'm Melissa, is my nom de plume. Her body tenses as she sees him lean into her and kiss her so passionately, so deeply.

Her lips sucking along the man's cock, dragging his orgasm up the entire length of his shaft before hot streams have come erupt into her mouth. Luca grows loudly as his cock explodes, Deep into her ass, her body responding in the intense orgasm, spreading up from her ass, upper back, her neck. That warm swirling sensation flooding across her whole body, panting, she lets the man's cock drop from her mouth. It's come dripping down her chin. Luca eases out of her ass.

It's come teasing down the back of her thighs. The man looks direct. at Luca and says, Her pussy is clean, staring at him in disbelief Abigail's mutters. Well, as clean as I can be, as I've been locked up in a cage all day. Yes,

Lucas says, ignoring Abigail's words, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. Then make her one of us, the man says sternly. Her mind still gazed from the fire, of orgasms. Abigail offers no resistance as Luca flips her over and pushes her thighs apart forcibly, dropping his head between them. His tongue flicking viciously at her clit. Oh fuck! Abigail says as her orgasm returns with a vengeance, his fingers pushing roughly inside her still throbbing

pussy as he sucks her clit hard, pulling it along the edge of his teeth, sending shockways of electricity moving through a body. Abigail pushes her pussy up against his mouth, rocking her pelvis with the need to intensify the sensations pulsing through a body. As her climax grows, her core tenses, her thighs clamp against the sides of its face. Holding him hard against her pussy as a body erupts in beautiful pleasure. Ignoring the thrust of her pussy, the intensity of her orgasm spiraling as she fills his sharp teeth. drag along her clit. Abigail screams in both pleasure in pain as she feels him bite down on her clit, the warm blood pulsing into his mouth as he drinks hungrily. Tasting her

cum and her blood, unable to escape the grasps of his teeth. Abigail surrenders to the sensations moving through her body, feeling a new wave of pleasure, something very different embrace her. Something new, taking her, cascading through every nerve of her body as she climaxes again and again. Raptures of unimaginable pleasure grasping at her body. Before darkness descends over her mind, when she finally opens her eyes, her body is still drained from her intense orgasms. Lucre is stood before her.

He's a wrecked cock, trembling just in front of her lips. The sudden urge to taste him overwhelms any tiredness in her body. As she grasps his shaft with her hand, her lips pushing over his trembling end, moving up and down his entire length. She can feel the tip of him pushing at her throat, her fingers grasping hard on his shaft as he thrusts into her mouth. His need to come obvious as his cock trembles along her tongue,

moving her hand lower. She grasps his balls, massaging them, forcing his cock to throb even harder as the first drops of pre-cum tees at her throat. His thighs tense against her face as he pushes deep into her mouth, as far as he possibly can, feeling him fill her mouth her throat

as the intensity of his orgasm moves along his cock, and as he explodes deep in her throat, his hot cum streaming inside her mouth. She smiles, feeling her incisises, grow as she drags them back along his cock, lacerating his shaft, his warm blood mixing with his hot cum in a perfect cocktail. As the last drops of Luca dropped down her chin, Melissa opens her eyes and stares hard at the green eyes looking back at her, wiping her hand unthinkingly over her chin. She looks at the pile of ashes on the ground in front of her.

before looking back at the shadows. He's gone, as you wanted, a voice says in the darkness. A hushed laughter or maybe a breeze blows somewhere in the shadows. But I didn't want this, she says the battle between Melissa and Abigail raging inside her. You should have said, the voice says with a hint of a smirk. You are ours now. You have destroyed the mighty Luca. You have replaced him. And who the fuck are you? She asked some sense returning to her mind. We are in charge. That is all you need to know, the voice says. But it isn't all I need to know. Why did you want rid of Luca? Her voice determined. He had grown too strong. wrong. He thought he was more than us, and that is unacceptable. The voice curate as if offended by her questioning. So if you're so powerful, why didn't you just get rid of him? Why did you

need me? She asked with a distinct feeling that she might not like the answer. We don't take mortal form. We needed someone to replace him to do our bidding. That is you, Melissa. Take heed. If you don't do as we ask, we will find a replacement. The stern words echo in Melissa's mind. And what is your bidding? Melissa's voice dripping with suspicion as she asks.

Whatever we decide. The voice responds, staring back at the green eyes. Melissa stands slowly, confidently. Well, fuck, I think I'm happier as my alter ego anyway. Melissa seems to have so much more fun. Melissa says, brushing unseen dust from her body. Yes, I'd better go find myself some clothes before the club opens tonight. Turning, she walks toward the steps.

And as she puts one foot on the bottom step, she turns. looking back at the shadows before saying resolutely. And if you bitches think you can fuck me over, think again. Next week, oh, we've got a new story. Now got a little surprise for you next week, something different. But that can wait for next week. For now, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devlin Wilde.

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