Tall Vampire Laid update

Barda shot to her feet, her breasts bounding. She undid her pants and slid them off. Her ass was big and firm, with the same toned tightness as the rest of her physique despite how curvaceous it was. And there on her right buttock was a brand in inch-high letters: S.F.

“That’s right,” Barda cooed. “I’m his property, just as he’s mine. When I scrubbed off Darkseid’s taint, it didn’t feel right not to have some sign of my affiliation. Now I know who I am. And Scott is going to show you who you are too.”

Even as Alcina listened to Barda’s words, Scott has his fly down, the heat of his turgid erection behind her, warming her upturned ass. Then Scott plunged himself into her, stretching the walls of her sex with his majestic size.

Alcina’s first thought—after how Barda had displayed his possession of her ass—was a thankfulness that Scott wasn’t sodomizing her. She already felt unbelievably stretched taking him in her pussy. What would he do to her small, virginal anus?

Warm oily pressure surrounded Scott’s prick. Used to Barda’s particular massaging rhythm around his manhood, he was shocked by the novelty of Alcina’s tightness, her unfamiliarity. It was nothing compared to how deeply he and Barda knew and could please each other, but he appreciated the change of pace.

He rutted into Alcina for a ten-count, giving her eager thrust after eager thrust, then pulling out. He was sorry not to bring himself to completion in her sex, but that wouldn’t teach Alcina anything. She already knew how desirable she was. What she had to learn was that she could be controlled.

His fat, thick-veined member, liberally smeared with Alcina’s juices, moved between her plump buttocks. Scott ran his fingers lightly over the slope of her asscheeks. He dug his thumbs in at either side of her rectum and pulled her cleft as far apart as he could.

Now Alcina realized what was happening, what he was doing to her. Scott had actually lubricated himself in her dripping pussy. Now he meant to use his oversized erection on her ass!

Alcina gave a cry, feeling the end of Scott’s cock touch itself to her pried-open anus. With her wrists and ankles tied, she couldn’t do a thing about it. Scott’s fingers made flushed red indentations on the white cheeks of her ass, her pale body pinking as if to show the angry pressure she felt inside.

Barda wrenched her hands around on her Mega-Rod, warming the cool metal with her circling hands. It felt cool and smooth and very, very big. She lay back on the ground, her muscular legs spread in a wide vee. She poised the monstrously phallic Mega-Rod at her cuntlips, letting her aroused juices anoint the tip, then she rammed it far into herself, as deep as she knew she could take it.

She didn’t hold back the “AAAAIIEEEE!” that filled her mouth when the pain hit her body. Her inner walls were stretched taut, bringing her flesh alive with jolts of electricity. But the pain kickstarted more pleasurable feelings, fading quickly, replaced by sensations of contentment, satisfaction, ecstasy.

Barda twisted and turned her Mega-Rod inside herself, covering it with her juicy arousal. Then, with her cunt used to being penetrated and her Mega-Rod thoroughly wet, she thrust it into her sex, deeper, deeper, until she could feel it reaching for her cervix. Even Scott wasn’t that big.

Barda withdrew her Mega-Rod, inch by careful inch, each one a slow and lasting delight. Her pussy screamed with enjoyment, sending shuddering pleasure through the rest of her body. She was being ravaged with undiluted ecstasy. It wasn’t Scott, but it was hard and satisfying enough to be what she wanted, at least when she was content with watching her man instead of having him. But she wouldn’t allow that witch Alcina to get to enjoy him for long…

By slow, excruciating degrees Scott’s manhood pressed and prodded and probed its way into Alcina’s creamy ass. The initial entry wasn’t so bad, merely his burgeoning cockhead slotting itself into the space that Scott had made for it by holding open her asshole. But then he was through her sphincter, sliding with agonizing friction towards her bowels, and it became sheer torment for Alcina. Tears were squeezed out from her tightly clenched eyelids. Her jaw ground down, teeth besieging teeth. Every muscle of her taut body stood out from her milky skin, showing the effort she put into fighting off the massive penetration that kept claiming more and more of her ass anyway.

Like a battering ram, Scott’s cock kept forcing her tightness aside, grinding it down, reducing her resistance to that of a nonentity. She felt her buttocks wedged apart, the walls of her asshole stretched to the breaking point. The overwhelming pressure forced Alcina forward and down, until her voluptuous breasts were pressed down into the floor, her cheek braced against the ground. Scott laid on top of her as much as he knelt behind her, sodomizing her as inexorably as gravity pulling a ripe fruit lower and lower.

That was how Alcina felt—like something juicy that had grown unmolested on the vine for long enough and now was being harvested. Her entire life felt like a lead-up to this cataclysm, shifting her from her own woman to being that which Scott used, consumed, burnt up. She did not feel at all the ownership Barda claimed to have over Scott. She got only his dominance.

“Ooooooh, GOD!” Alcina groaned as his cock ruined another inch of her formerly tight hole. “Stop—please—you’re killing me!”

“I thought you were already dead,” Scott grunted. “Not that you feel dead. Unh! What a tight ass! Bet it’ll take Barda to finally make you a good cock holster…”

He paused. Though it felt to Alcina like a baseball bat had been slowly, imperiously driven into her ass, only three-quarters of his manhood was buried inside her sphincter. For a moment, Scott held himself there, reveling in the incredible tightness that threatened to crush his prick, but couldn’t. The pressure of how tight she was seemed to rally, marshal, sink its tightness into his steely erection, then ebb back, releasing its hold on his member, fluttering out to leave his cock alone.

Alcina spat out what remained of her gag. It had already been knocked askew by how her face had grated against the floor. The feeling of invasion wasn’t so bad now that his prick was just seated in her anus. But she didn’t know if she could take him giving her anymore. No, she knew that if he did, she’d simply die.

Barda fucked herself hard with the Mega-Rod, trying to give it to herself so fast she couldn’t tell the difference between it and a man’s member. She almost managed it—stretching and pulling her inner folds in ways too new and different and exhilarating for her to compare them to Scott’s thrusts. But the cold, lifeless phallus didn’t have the throbbing life of Scott’s cock either, and as much as she enjoyed seeing him break a woman who could be broken, unlike her, she missed his touch on her body.

Still, she needed release, and this was the only way she could get it while he was occupied. Barda went harder and faster with her impromptu dildo. Every stroke into her pussy was a new experience, as novel for her as sodomizing Alcina was for Scott. And she enjoyed that freshness enough—her nerves tingling and crying out with joy. The inner warmth she knew from Scott was kindled to life… not with the same rhythm and cadence as he would build it, but still, she felt the embers, then the red-hot coals, then a blazing fire within!

Barda was burning with passion, fucking herself so hard she wondered if the Mega-Rod would melt with her inner heat or if her body would simply burst into flames. Scott glanced at her, enjoying the lewdness of the sight divorced from feeling it, the contrast between the masturbation he was seeing and the taming of Alcina that he was experiencing. It sent a surge of lust into his boiling balls; he clenched himself and shoved two more inches into Alcina’s unready asshole. She screamed into the floorboards, the agony too much for her.

Her cry of pain was answered by a pleasured shriek from Barda. Alcina’s defeat sent the Fury over the precipice into a fantastic orgasm, the kind that would’ve sucked the cum from Scott’s manhood if he were inside her.

Alcina’s cries pierced Scott’s ears and went on assaulting them as he slowly pulled himself from her asshole. To her, it felt worse than it had going in. Not only was there the friction of his thick cock moving through her anal passage, but now she was being deprived of what satisfaction she had received feeling him ream into her.

Sweating with the effort, Scott pumped back into her, his cock straining her tiny asshole wider and wider to let him fuck her faster, harder. Spurred by Barda’s mewling joy and Alcina’s defeated grunts, he hurtled to the edge of orgasm.

Pain and embarrassment and enjoyment flooded over Alcina. The shame was almost as bad as the hurting. She couldn’t believe she was tied up like an animal, being broken in like a horse, her lovely body no longer her own, but theirs to do what they wanted with. And yet, they knew how to make her enjoy it. How could they know to make it feel this good?

Barda felt as though she was molten, melting. She didn’t know if her Mega-Rod would survive the demands she was putting on it. There was a reason she was so devoted to Scott—he was the only one who could truly satisfy her. Trying to sate herself without him was a fool’s errand, but the attempt felt too good to stop. She couldn’t wait for him to finish with Alcina and deal with her. Her cunt felt weak and watery with the Mega-Rod racing into it. She tried to stifle her pleasured moans to better hear the sounds Alcina was making.

Her entire world was growing, expanding, finding room for the sensations jetting inside of her. The soft cradle of the rug underneath her caressed her back. Her legs lifted into the air to let her penetrate deeper with the Mega-Rod. A sheen of sweat covered her body, but Barda didn’t even notice. All that mattered now was the flash of lightning she felt each time the Mega-Rod rammed inside her. Taking one hand from the Mega-Rod, Barda rubbed and stroked her clit for each powerful plunge the dildo made into her cunt. With her fingers massaging it in time to her phallic thrusts, the little bud screamed out its carnal enjoyment. Barda had never felt more passionate, but it was at the cost of going unsatisfied, having to keep waiting until Scott had finished breaking this bitch Alcina!

Alcina felt the warning pulse of Scott’s cock, briefly forewarning her that he was going to come, but her thoughts were so sluggish that her awareness barely preceded him ejaculating. He hilted himself in her bowels and came, his load speeding down the length of his prick like a runaway train, then blasting into Alcina’s ass. It burned like freshly brewed coffee as it filled her anus, leaking out of her well-used sphincter. Alcina didn’t cry out, refusing to give them the satisfaction, but it was obvious she’d enjoyed it—the wetness leaking down her inner thighs was not Scott’s cum, no matter how much of it he’d slammed into her.

Scott grunted as the last of his seed pumped out of him. It seemed to take an eternity, but his erection softened, its diminishing size letting Alcina’s grip on it lapse, so that he slid out of her wrecked asshole. Cum leaked from his cockhead. More ran out of Alcina’s gaping anus.