Tall Vampire Laid

The battle was over. Barda took a deep breath, her massive, muscular body heaving with the satisfaction born of exertion. Her grip white-knuckled on her Mega-Rod, she actually shook with the knowledge that the fight was finished, giving herself over to the cooldown back into normal life.

Scott approached her, where anyone else might feel like they were approaching a sleeping bear or a volatile tank of chemicals. Recognizing his closeness and the comfort he offered, Barda shifted out of her armor, high technology putting her back in more casual clothes. The red bikini that replaced her intimidating metal skin with bare flesh, far more appealing.

Her body was tall and voluptuous, her imposing stature and musculature almost immediately giving way to the sensuality of her lavish curves. Her thick, powerful thighs, bulging biceps, and broad shoulders were more than matched by her abundant hips and plump breasts. It was no wonder Scott grew close to her, placing his hands fearlessly on the taut muscles of her shoulders and beginning to knead them with the toned muscles of his own athletic body. Barda groaned as she felt herself relaxing, both Scott’s touch and his tender massage working the lingering stress from her physique.

“It’s over, then,” Scott said, looking at Lady Alcina Dimitrescu where she was sprawled on the ground, unconscious. “We can call the Justice League and tell them scratch one vampire lady.”

“But what do we do with her?” Barda asked. “She needs blood to live. We can’t put her in a prison and let her starve to death.”

“We can’t let her eat people whenever she feels like it either.”

“Maybe… if we could train her to control her urges…”

Scott leaned in, using his elbow to work a kink out of his wife’s musculature. “You’re thinking what I’m thinking?”

“It would be the humane thing to do. Besides, she fought like a woman who needed to get laid.”

***

Alcina awoke, remembered the pain of being rendered unconscious—immediately surmised that she might still be in danger and moved to flee. It was impossible. A circle of crucifixes drove her back. Above, ropes of garlic hung from the rafters, preventing her from ascending. Alcina came to her hands and knees and looked through the floorboards, to see that the crawlspace beneath had been filled with stakes. If she tried to dig her way out, she would surely be impaled.

“Much as I enjoyed our fight, Alcina, I thought it best we didn’t have a repeat.”

Alcina gritted her teeth. The woman. Then she heard the man’s voice.

“We’re going to approach you now. You can try to kill us if you like, but even if you succeed, you’ll just be trapped here, unable to get out and feed. And I’m sure the villagers would like a word with you.”

“Without us to run interference,” Barda added.

Swallowing her rage, Alcina turned to the couple and offered them a charming smile. “Why not let them? You are heroes, are you not? I know heroes love to watch monsters burn.”

“We have an affinity for monsters,” Scott said. “We know you’re not wholly responsible for your actions. You have an addiction, and if you could learn to control it instead of indulging it, we could possibly be… lenient.”

“There is no controlling the hunger!” Alcina laughed at them.

Barda crossed her arms. “Why not? We’re controlling you easily enough…”

Alcina didn’t like how the woman was looking at her. Her eyes held undeniable lust, but not the kind that Alcina could twist and control, use to seduce. This sort of lust wanted to devour her.

Scott lounged back to watch the show. “Barda, why don’t you help our new filly slip into something more comfortable? That dress looks nice on her, but she never got permission to wear it.”

With surprisingly broad strides, Barda crossed over to Alcina. “You don’t do anything without permission from now on.”

She ripped open the front of Alcina’s dress, letting her tightly bound breasts spill out in all their vast plumpness.

After a moment of stunned stillness, Alcina fought back, kicking and struggling and biting, her fingers curled into claws that slashed at Barda’s eyes. A harshly stinging slap put a quick end to Alcina’s struggles, knocking her on her heels. Barda pressed the advantage, shoving Alcina towards the surrounding iconography, making her howl in agony as she fought her way back into the clearing with Barda.

“I’d behave myself if I were you,” Barda said. “Be grateful I’m deigning to take off these rags for you. I know a proud woman like you would never take them off by yourself, and disobedience like that would get you punished.”

“You want me to suffer, sadist!”

“We want you to be trained,” Barda countered. “So before we start punishing you, we’ll show you the rewards you can expect if you’re a good girl.”

Alcina let herself be cowed, allowing Barda to methodically strip her of her clothing. The dress was ripped to shreds, falling off Alcina in droves, while Barda tore off Alcina’s bra and panties in single swipes.

In moments, Alcina was stripped bare. Her pale body flashed as she covered breasts and slit with her hands. All she was left wearing was her black gloves, pearl necklace, and the garter belt that held up her sheer stockings down to her dainty heels.

Scott had disappeared into the other room. Now he returned, holding a tangle of leather straps in one hand and a short riding whip in the other. Alcina froze up again at the sight. If she had seen them at first, she might have been able to dismiss them. Having them introduced now, when she already was threatened by Barda and Scott’s power over her, she felt overwhelmed.

“Wha-what’s that for?” she asked, fear tinging her voice.

“Tell me, Lady Dimitrescu,” Scott began, “while you’re into this whole vintage, Hammer Horror retro vibe—do you know how to saddle-break a horse? You ride it till it’s worn down, whip every little trace of resistance out of it. Make it hurt so they know never to disobey again. Being gentle is a waste of time.”

Standing behind the naked Alcina, Barda grabbed her forearms and held them out to Scott. Quickly, professionally, he tied them together at the wrists, cinching the straps with cruel tightness. Feeling the leather dig into her skin, Alcina bit her lip.

Scott and Barda switched place, Scott kneeling behind Alcina to strap her ankles together, while Barda stood before her. A wicked smile crossed her face as she regarded the bound, naked victim Alcina had become. Alcina jutted her chin out challengingly, holding herself proudly erect, clearly refusing to give in any further to being intimidated.

Barda slapped her hard across the face. Alcina’s head jerked to the side. Barda slapped her the other way and Alcina sagged against Scott. He bore her down to the floor, moving so that he knelt on Alcina’s outstretched arms, keeping them above her head. He handed Barda the whip.

“Don’t you dare!” Alcina exclaimed, trying to maintain her haughty dignity, but the way she shook her head rapidly gave the lie to her poise. “You’d best not—“

The whip flicked out, its tip gently caressing Alcina’s cheek. She winced as a small line of blood opened up on her pristinely beautiful face.

“There, there,” Barda purred. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

The whip snapped again, stinging Alcina’s other cheek. She cried out, her eyes suddenly filling with tears.

“But that was.” Barda licked her lips and ran a hand over the whip she held. ”As you can see, doing whatever you want has consequences. You’ll have to take up being a good girl if you want the pain to stop.”

Alcina tried to pick herself up with the same aplomb she usually conducted herself with, but Scott beat her to the punch. He locked her arms behind her back and jerked her to her feet. Her ample breasts thrust outward, nipples jutting away from the heaving hills of flesh.

Barda’s whip twitched restlessly as Scott presented her target to her. Then she licked out with it, giving one of Alcina’s engorged nipples a feather-light touch. Alcina gasped. The whip lapped at her other nipple, then thinly lashed over the flesh of her tits, scoring the milky white skin surrounding her pale areolas.

“Ooh,” Alcina moaned, rubbing her thighs together. The heat she felt on her welted breasts now paled in comparison to the warmth growing in her pussy. It felt good—Barda knew exactly how to use the slender whip. Her delicate teasing of Alcina’s cleavage went straight through her to her needy cunt.

Alcina closed her eyes, letting her head loll against an upraised arm. Sensuous delight flowed through the pain when the whip lovingly scored her breasts. The smell of her moistening sex filled the space as her arousal grew more and more intense.

With one hand, Barda worked her armor open. The other hand kept her restless whip kissing and licking at Alcina’s chest. Her own full breasts swung freely once Barda released them, thick red nipples already stiff in the cool air. The whip kept up a steady cadence while Barda shrugged off what remained of her top. Her breasts were as magnificent bare as their shape had promised through her armor. Barda fondled them with her free hand, taking a nipple between her fingers and twisting it to share in the blazing pleasure that Alcina felt to make her writhe about so ecstatically in Scott’s grip.

Barda’s smile widened more. She cocked her arm before slashing the whip across Alcina’s tender breasts. The woman screeched in agony, trying to struggle free of Scott’s grip, but it was fruitless. He held her helplessly leveraged in place as Barda continued lashing her breasts. Her own proud tits bounded to the rhythm of her assault and her expression glowed with excitement.

Though it felt to Alcina as if her breasts were pieces of meat being tenderized, Barda was working with the skill of an artist. She crisscrossed the heaving mammaries with scorching red marks, but never broke the creamy skin, so no permanent marks were left behind to mar that milky white perfection that formed so much of Alcina’s appeal.

With Alcina’s shrieks showing no signs of stopping, Scott took a gag from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Barda—one hand down her pants to soothe her aching sex—gestured what more she wanted him to do with Alcina.

Effortlessly, Scott thrust Alcina down onto her hands and knees, Her breasts dangled near the ground, feeling like they were on fire, while her hands and knees sunk into the carpet. Her upturned ass seemed to strain for the ceiling. Barda whipped her buttocks, knowing they could take more punishment than her tender breasts, and carving into them accordingly. As she did, the fingers of her free hand were thrust deep into her pussy, dealing with the arousal she got from dominating Alcina.

A red X marked where two strokes of the whip crossed on Alcina’s right buttock. Then Barda shifted her aim and made another X on Alcina’s left buttock, this time making the lashes from down to up. Alcina cried out sharply despite being gagged.

Breathing heavily more from passion than exertion, Barda stepped back. She laid another two strokes across Alcina’s ass, making both buttocks jiggle, then jabbed her hand down her pants. Alcina turned her head to see in wonder how Barda writhed, masturbating ferociously and coming hard from it. She threw her head back to give a long, gasping cry, her breasts swelling as she arched her back, then Barda collapsed to the floor with a soft breath.

“As you can see,” Scott said, “Barda enjoys hurting people. It gets her off. Keep that in mind in case you think she’d be too squeamish to hurt you. She’s been holding back until now. And there’s something else. Barda, out of those pants. I think you’ve given Alcina enough attention—it’s time to enjoy yourself.”