The Blood Doll

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Sebastian was on his own. It had been that way for nearly two decades. Friends came and went, they had to lest they figure out his little secret. To dispose a body on a traveling bus, it was never hard. Eventually he grew wise to the idea of taking groupies, letting them disappear into the night rather than leach off the roadies who carried his gear. There were disappearances in big cities everyday, and more often occurred in crowded places. Touring was the best thing to keep his food supply stocked.

It was another night of playing hard music to the deafening listeners. They ate the poison like rats, unbeknownst of his true intentions. But the music did get him off, give him a high he only felt when taking a life or bleeding a body dry. It was an incredible sensation to have entire crowds cheering your name, your lyrics. However the nights couldn’t last forever and after the first encore he called it a night.

Disappearing into the back he found a pair of blue eyed floozies trying to get in. There were others, other girls, but Sebastian couldn’t help his shallow tastes. The guys tried to get backstage too but they never really had a chance. There were just two things wrong with them: not enough tit and too much dick. Passing by an open door he whispered something into one of the girl’s ear. She smiled, running a departing hand down Sebastian’s sleeve, pulling at his fingertips as she left, heading down another hallway. This left Sebastian with just the one. She was a knock out. And she was going to be his.

After briefly looking around he saw no one. Figuring the coast would be clear until he finished feeding, he pushed the girl hard against the wall. A painful gasp escaped her lungs but she managed a smile at the rough play, thinking there would be some pleasure in this for her. But there wouldn’t be. At least not in the long run.

Sebastian leaned forward, kissing her lips gently. The tips of his teeth bit against her lip, pulling at it before his head disappeared against the crook of her neck. In a flash he bared his fangs, digging them deep into her neck. Puncturing the jugular he felt the warm juice flow from her neck and into his mouth. Swallowing mouthful after mouthful he felt the excess liquid coating around his mouth, no doubt a few lines had dribbled down her neck and onto her clothes. The warmth filled him. As he pulled away, taking what he needed, his tongue lapped at her neck where the puncture wounds were. She’d be fine in time but she was going to be out a long while.

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She was small, lithe and petite, save for her boobs at 32D, long dark hair, cute, with a cheeky way about her, that belied her desperation. Her soul seeking brown eyes searched the crowd.

Emma fought her way through the crowd trying to get back stage. She was met with a wall of bodyguards.

"Please, I need to see him, its important!"

She was met with stoic faces, immovable faces.

She turned on her best, winning smile.

"Look, he knows me, I'm his cousin!"

The eyes rolled, clearly this had been tried before, unsuccessfully.

Finally she began to cheer, pointing behind the bouncers, and the crowd surged in that direction, sure they were missing something, and Emma, as small as she was, darted though behind the bodyguards, who were busy dealing with a surging crowd, and unable to follow her. they had bigger problems.

Nearly there, nearly there.

She pushed her way, backstage, ducking and diving until she found it, the room with the star, and his name adorning it, and she pushed inside, curling up on the couch, waiting.

She'd run away. Her mom was going to marry that bastard, and she was not sticking around while his groping esculated to raping. She was out of there!! But surviving on her own was damn near impossible, and at just 19 she was vulnurable, to say the least. She looked like a mark. She'd used the last of her resources to get her, to Sebastian.

They were cousins, not that he'd remember her much. They'd met but a handful of times. Her father had been Sebastian's Uncle, and, as Sebastian was her only family, she would appeal to him for help. Not charity mind, but a job, something she would use to earn her keep. Tidy up, help out, whatever. With an operation as big as this, there was surely room for her, if only he'd agree.

Sebastian was through with the crowd. There’d be girls and drinks, but later. Turning the knob on the door he pressed it open, expecting nothing inside but a pair of guitars, whatever the house left for him and the necessities for the night. He hesitated when he saw Emma, not expecting to see anyone in the room but he quickly decided to turn this surprise into a positive. The memories they’d had of their younger years hadn’t come to surface in his head, not that that would matter. He’d done worse things in his life than incest.

Shutting the door behind him he made his way farther into the room as he watched her. After a few silent seconds he spoke, “They let you back early? At least your tits are big enough but they should’ve told you the rules. Bras and panties at the door. And you’re topless at all times.”

He walked by her, heading toward a small closet whose door he swung widely to one side. Just a few pieces of clothes hung on the hangers. Staying for no more than a night in whatever-the-fuck-city this was, he didn’t have a need for a big stash. Just something to get him through the shows, and something to get him through the night.... and if the night went well enough, the morning.

Once he decided mentally what he was going to wear, he turned back to the girl still on his couch. “And if you want to stay in this room, that means now.”

She hesitated, not sure how to proceed. He didn't recognise her, that was for sure, but if she didn't start to get her clothes off, she might be out the door before she got the chance to explain. It'd be awkward, and embarrassing, but she'd get over that.

She flung off her denim jacket, and her little once-was-white, now rather grubby v necked tee shirt, and her practical, rather than sexy slightly greying bra, leaving her large tits, with hard pink nipples free. She pushed up her tiny demin mini skirt, and hooked her thong, pulling it down her legs, and tossing it to the door.

She'd managed to keep her back to him throughout, and now she tugged her skirt back in place, and folded her arms, sheilding her bare tits from his gaze!

"Um... Sebastian.." She cleared her throat, and spoke louder, to get his attention.

"Sebastian, I'm your cousin, you may not remember me?? Your Mom and my Dad were brother and sister. Your Uncle Dan? Remember him? Big guy, 6'5" married to Tracey? I'm their daughter, your cousin Emma! Look, I'll cut to the chase. I left home, Dad died, Mom has a new man, and lets just say he wants me too. I need a job, food, shelter - I've no experience, but I'll do anything, absolutely anything you have need of! I can be your go to girl!! Please Sebastian, I'm desperate, and I have no where else to go! You're the only family I have!!!"

“Do I look like a Jonas Brother?” he asked after he turned around, noticing that she was covering her breasts. “We may be cousins, as you say, but my rules are my rules.”

Sebastian considered what she said as he walked across the room, falling ass-first into the couch stationed in his room. Kicking out on leg and letting his arms drape over the furniture he watched Emma. “Come over here,” he spoke after a minute of silence. “If you want a job with me you’re going to have to do that you might not be used to. I could always use an extra girl.

“I’ll hire you on as my personal assistant but you’re going to have to do things when I ask you of them. You’ll likely want to forget we’re related. You will make sure everything is ready for the shows. Clothes, instruments, all that stuff. Just make sure it gets done. During the shows I’m going to need you to pick out girls to come back here after everything’s done. On nights when there isn’t a date, I’ll need you to satisfy that need. There are a few other things but I’ll let you know when you’re ready. If you want the job. If you don’t want to go crawling back home.”

If she turned around and left it was just one more girl who went through a door. There’d be another to fill her place.

She stood, shocked, rooted to the spot, as she digested what he was saying.

Okay, the PA duties sounded doable. Get him girls, okay, she was a little uncomfortable with that, but she'd manage! She was sure she had misunderstood the other bit, she better clarify.l

"Thank you, Sebastian! You wont regret this! I'll be the best Personal Assistant you would ever dream of!"

She was smiling, full of relief. He wasn't exactly friendly, but at least he hadn't kicked her out with nothing.

"I'm sure I misunderstood one thing though, you didn't say that I'd have to meet your sexual needs if there weren't other girls, did you?"

She was still covering her boobs, glancing to the door, wondering when she could put her top back on.

Sebastian paid her no attention as he relaxed, staring toward the ceiling. He let her talk but it was clear she didn’t understand everything. Or at least, she didn’t want to. Raising his head he looked across the room toward her and spoke directly, “If you want to work for me, you’re going to have to do everything. If I don’t feel like going out or don’t feel like another girl, you’re going to have to fill in. I’m sure the rest of the boys won’t be as light in their demands,” he permitted here a slight smirk.

“So Emma, why don’t you come over here and show me what I’m paying for,” he took in a deep breath as he watched her. “If you’re still interested in the job. If not, then I’ll have a line of girls after the show ready to take your position on my lap.”

she looked at Sebastian, kinda horrified when the penny dropped and she got her head around what he wanted of her. She stood and began to walk to the door, and then she realised, that given her current situation, she would be walking the side walk, advertsising she was willing to fuck everyone, and anyone. At least if she stayed with Sebastian, it would be him.

The biggest difficulty was that he was her cousin, but she would just have to block that from her mind, and to make herself concentrate on the main part of her job, the organisation, the personal assistant duties.... she could do this, she had to.

“So Emma, why don’t you come over here and show me what I’m paying for If you’re still interested in the job. If not, then I’ll have a line of girls after the show ready to take your position on my lap.”

Despite everything she was still painfully innocent! Still, she had an idea what she was to be doing. She went to him, kneeling between his thighs, as she freed his cock. She looked up at him.

"Sebastian..... I um.. I haven't done this before! I need you to teach me how to please you!!"

Sebastian kept his eye on her, a slow smile drawing across his face when he realized she wasn’t leaving. Perhaps she’d be a good candidate after all. Not only had she acquiesced to what he asked of her, she’d done it much faster than she expected. The girl would have to learn fast, there was no doubt about that. But if he’d be able to drain her every night of that warm, red, red blood she hid underneath her skin, he4'd find within her a relationship that’d be hard to leave go.

With her in that position and with her hands uncovering her breasts, he saw what she’d been hiding. Knowing she had nothing on but that mini skirt she wore after he told her to discard everything, he leaned forward, pinching her nipples with both hands. No words were exchanged as he leaned back toward the couch, encouraging her to follow by the grip he had on her nipples so she’d straddle him.

Pulling her left nipple suddenly tight before letting it go he asked, “What kind of experiences have you had? Any?”

His mouth captured where his hand had released, his teeth skidding against her skin as his tongue bathed her nipple with his saliva. As he tasted her, his right hand still held her other breast, pinching her hard. This probably wasn’t what she was expecting when she’d walked into his room but unbeknownst to her, it was practically universal law.

She flinched a little as his fingers pinched her nipples, tugging them, using them to pull her toward him, making her straddle him. She was acutely aware of her naked pussy, concealed, barely, by her little skirt.

She was terrible uncomfortable, in the knowledge that this was her cousin, but she strove to suppress that thought, and made herself think of him as a stranger.

“What kind of experiences have you had? Any?”

"Um.... I've been kissed, and a boy touched me once or twice, you know... down there...... and he...er..he touched my ..... my.. er breasts! But, er of course I'd be willing to learn, you can teach me.... I'm a quick learner!!"

She was read as a beetroot, her blush stretching from her breasts to her eye brows!

Sebastian seemingly ignored how uncomfortable she was. If she were going to go through with this she was either a floozy or desperate. After her quick confession he knew it was the latter; even if she hadn’t said a word the color of her skin told him truths. Everyone had their price; everyone had their breaking point. Some were weaker than others. Some were willing to fuck their cousins for a little security.

His lips came together on her tit, withdrawing from her, noticing her shiny nipple. Evidence of where he’d been. Sebastian shifted his gaze toward her face as his free hand slipped between their legs and under her. The knuckles of his hand brushed against her once or twice as he softly asked, “There?”

A smirk rose as he watched her, “You understand, you’re no one else’s but mine.” As he spoke he began petting her, “You understand that, don’t you? If I find out there’s been any betrayal, you will be on the street. But if you do your job, do as I ask and spread your legs when I want them spread, we’ll have no problems.” At that he gave another tug on the nipple he still pinched.

“Now let’s see what that pussy is good for,” he removed his hand from under her skirt, releasing her tortured nipple. Sebastian leaned into the furniture with each hand on either of her thighs.

Sebastian's light touch, his knuckle grazing her sensitive pussy, sent a jolt through her. At his question, she nodded, she had been touched 'there' only once, but it had been exciting!

Her body arched a little into his, even as her face flamed.

“You understand that, don’t you? If I find out there’s been any betrayal, you will be on the street. But if you do your job, do as I ask and spread your legs when I want them spread, we’ll have no problems.”


She wouldn't have thought it possible, but her face heated even more at his blunt words.

She nodded her head.

"I understand Sebastian. I wont let anyone touch me, no one! Except you. I'll do my job, and .... and..." she couldn't say it! She couldn't say she'd spread her legs for him when he wanted!! "...... I'll do as you ask!" There, that would do!!

He leaned over her, pressing her back, opening her with the position of his arms.

“Now let’s see what that pussy is good for,”

She sucked in a breath. This was it! She had always imagined losing her virginity to some boy who worshiped the ground she walked on, not selling it for survival!! She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and waited, expecting pain, waiting for him to thrust into her. She knew the basics of what would happen. She'd seen it often enough.... well, not live of course, but her Mom's boyfriend spent hours sitting around watching porn on the TV, so she wasn't as green as she might have been. Thinking she should say something, she thought back, wondering what was appropriate to say. She thought of the movies.

"MMMMmmmmmm! C'mom baby, fuck me good!"

"MMMMmmmmmm! C'mom baby, fuck me good!"

“Do you say that to all your cousins?” he smirked a little as he neared his face toward hers, kissing her deeply. His tongue slid into her mouth, tenderly toying with hers as his hands rose up alongside her body. After minutes of sucking her face he peeled himself away, resting his back against the couch as he stared up at her.

“Lose the skirt,” he ordered, placing his hands behind his head while he continued to watch her. “Then come here and push me inside you.” Power wasn’t tying someone up and screwing them, it was getting them to do something they didn’t want without straps, ties or gags. It was having a young girl look back and know she had other options but chose this one. She’d choose something that would’ve repulsed most, choose something that never would have crossed her mind. Sebastian didn’t know what was traipsing through her head but he believe it was those lines. Or at least it would be, he hoped.

Repercussions meant little when what was lived today was forgotten tomorrow. It wasn’t going to change with Emma. Even if she were his cousin.

“Do you say that to all your cousins?”

Emma reddened at his words, but as he kissed her deeply, she found herself moaning, and grinding her hips against him, responding to him, his arousal feeding her own.

“Lose the skirt,”

She stood before him, feeling vulnerable and exposed, having to fight the urge to cover her breasts with her hands.

She hesitated. This was it, the moment of reckoning, the point of no return! Her hands went to the waistband of her little demin skirt, and she popped the button, and unzipped the zip, before shimmying out of it. She was hesitant, and innocent, and unaware that her hesitancy had the effect of a tease, the skirt coming off so slowly, clinging to it still, even when it was half way down her thighs, and it was far more erotic than if she had quickly and efficiently cast the skirt aside. Finally, she released it and it fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, trying, in so far as possible, to press her thighs together, shielding herself from view!

“Then come here and push me inside you.”

She sucked in a short, sharp breath, her lower lip going between her teeth, worrying it, before she accepted what she must do. She simply had to push aside the idea that this was her cousin! And that she was about to lose her virginity in an economic exchange!

She steadied herself, and took a step closer, then another, and then she knelt on the couch, one knee on either side of his hips, and she had to spread wide so that she could lower herself to the point where his cock, thick and angry looking was at her entrance.

She tried to wriggle down on him, holding him steady as she tried to impale herself on him, unable to get him inside of her. Finally she looked up, tears in her eyes.

"It's not going to fit! Your cock it too thick, and I'm too tight!!"

But even as she spoke, she was still struggling to fit his cock head inside of her wet pussy.

Power wasn’t tying someone up and screwing them, it was getting them to do something they didn’t want without straps, ties or gags. It was having a young girl look back and know she had other options but chose this one. She’d choose something that would’ve repulsed most, choose something that never would have crossed her mind. Sebastian didn’t know what was traipsing through her head but he believe it was those lines. Or at least it would be, he hoped.

Repercussions meant little when what was lived today was forgotten tomorrow. It wasn’t going to change with Emma. Even if she were his cousin.

"It's not going to fit! Your cock it too thick, and I'm too tight!!"

“Then you better find a fucking way,” he warned her, his eyes burrowing into hers. There were plenty of girls waiting outside whose lips could surely sink enough ships to make WWII an inconsequential battle in an otherwise brutal war. Whatever the girl was thinking, it was the wrong thing.

“Find a way,” he reassured her with a second, more calming voice. But he’d be damned if it wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. If she failed, he was just going to take it, take her. Money, innocence along with whatever else she had. It all held the same value in his eyes. Nothing. It meant nothing.

If she wanted to earn her keep, then she’d find a way he reassured himself. If she wanted to play games or get around what he wanted her to do, then there was always the back door. One cunt was no different than the other. At last he hit his smile with a quick, “We’re on stage soon baby cousin, do you wanna let someone else take your spot? How deep does the fire burn to succeed? Or are you just another prostitute selling what’s between her legs to earn a living.”

The last was vile, and spit out. It was hate yet a wanting to succeed. He wanted her to succeed but he wasn’t about to risk his backstage desire to give it up, not even for tonight; not even for a cousin. One could be forgotten as quickly as she could be felt. The girl. Was. Replaceable.

“Find a way,”

He was a bastard, and would give her no quarter! If she wanted her job, she would have to do as he wanted.

She lifted her hips and lodged his cock head at her entrance, and began to corkscrew her hips, working his thick shaft in, bouncing on him, managing to squeeze him into her, until he met her maidenhead. She pressed down, the pain intense, three quarters of his cock still outside of her!!

“We’re on stage soon baby cousin, do you wanna let someone else take your spot? How deep does the fire burn to succeed? Or are you just another prostitute selling what’s between her legs to earn a living.”

Did he have to remind her they were cousins, it just made it even more.... sordid somehow! Still, she needed this! It was this or streetwalking, that was where most homeless girls ended up. Fucking one guy, or fucking hundreds, that was her choice! It was no choice!! His referring to her as a prostitute hurt, and determined to please, she forced herself down, feeling a pop inside, as her maidenhead tore, and after three more thrusts, which left her silently sobbing, she had broken through, having ripped her own virginity from herself!!

She struggled to take more of him, feeling her tight little pussy stretch almost unbearably, as she tried to accommodate his girth!! There was still several inches of him sticking out, and she was pretty sure she had bottomed out.

Sebastian loved tormenting his little cousin. And this was only their first thirty minutes together; he imagined how great of a use she’d be on the road when he was stuck with nothing more than his bandmates.

Then he felt her lifting her hips, working to get him inside of her. As she continued working against him, he ran his hands up her bare stomach and over her breasts. Giving each nipple a harsh tug before he slapped his hands down on her thighs, aiding her so she’d be able to take more of him in whether she was ready or not.

Then he felt her slide easier, at least as far as he could tell but he knew she was having a hard time. This didn’t prevent him from slamming harder against her hips, as he breathed, “You’re doing good so far, cousin.”

Releasing his hold on her thighs he thrust his cock upward, for the first time using something other than his cousin’s willpower for his satisfaction. At the same time he reached for her hair, tugging it hard toward him until their lips collided and his tongue tasted hers.

Her back arched in response to the sharp pull on her hair!! This thrust her tits against his chest, and she pumped her hips, riding her cousin, taking his cock deep inside her newly opened pussy!!

She wasn't sure what she was doing, but his cock was hitting a sensitive spot inside her, and she began to moan, not really sure what was happening to her.

"Oh! Oh that feels good! So good!!"

The pain had subsided now, and she was beginning actually quite like what was happening to her.

Feeling her react, hearing her want more made him want to torture her in the best way. Now that she’d impaled herself on him, in effect using her own will to take her virginity, he had other plans. With inhuman strength he hooked his arms under her thighs as he lifted her up as he stood, momentarily pulling his cock from her pussy.

Then he laid her down on the couch they were fucking on, releasing his hold on her but not before covering her body with his own. He found the spot between her legs, pushing himself inside her, fucking the girl again. In the new position he brought his head down, his cheek brushing against hers.

Sebastian’s tongue flicked out, tasting her bare neck. Bringing his lips around the spot he sucked on it gently, knowing this was the place where he’d plunge his fangs to begin feeding. But the time wasn’t right yet. It was coming soon but not yet.

Emma moaned as he rode her, her body responding to his touch, his thick cock splitting her wide open, and plunging deep within her!

With his body covering hers, she felt ........ taken, somehow! His tongue on her neck felt wonderful, as she was very sensitive there, and she arched her neck, baring the spot where her neck met her shoulder, loving the feel of his mouth on her there!!

Her body was responding to his touch in the most primal way, and she felt the tightness deep within her lower belly, and little shock waves began to pulsate outward, rippling through her, making her clit pulse, and her cunt clench on him.

She began to moan more, rocking her hips up into his downward thrusts, and then screaming as she imploded, shaking as she came, her body creaming all over his cock.

Sebastian stowed away this moment, feeling her reacting to him. Any apprehensions she may have had seemed to have washed away as he body rocked beneath him. It was then the mantra of “Fuck first, Feast second” rolled through his mind. Both senses sought satisfaction but she’d be worthless to him the rest of the night had he plunged his teeth into her then.

Feeling her underneath him he felt his own moment rising. Driving into her hard, the resounding slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as he came inside his cousin’s cunt. Forcing himself to pull away from her, his fangs dragged across her skin before reaching that vital vein. But he didn’t puncture. He continued to pull away until he was supported by his arms, staring down at Emma.

“Fucking your cousin get you hot?” he questioned with a wicked grin as he shoved his hips against hers one last time before pulling completely out of her. “Put on your clothes and start scouting the girls out there for after the show.”

When he finished he didn’t even bother to shower after he’d fucked her. There’d be a night full of sweat, booze and fucking, there was no need to wipe away the sin so soon. He knew it was cruel but he wanted her to know exactly what she was to him. Only later in the night would he reveal the other need he had for her body.

When he came, Emma gasped, and hung there, waiting for something.... needing something, but he pulled out, sated, and she felt her body throb excitedly, right on the brink of a massive orgasm,........ but she was denied!

“Fucking your cousin get you hot?”

She blushed, turning crimson, humiliated at how her body throbbed for her very own cousin!!!

“Put on your clothes and start scouting the girls out there for after the show.”


Just like that, she was dismissed, and she stood there, having just given her virginity to him, oddly hurt at her sudden dismissal. Still, she dressed, and turned, making her way way to the door, determined to do her job. It was just a job, nothing more, reminding herself that there was no connection between them, save their familial connection. She was just a pussy for him to fuck, when there was no one else available!! It was lowering!!

Sebastian finished getting ready after she left the room. If he had a conscience it would’ve been gnawing at him but thankfully he’d bled it dry a long time ago. Turning his attention back on himself, he finished getting ready. Closing the distance between himself and the mirror setup, he snaked his hand around a gratis bottle of whiskey. Twisting the top free he let the sweet scent of the chemical rebalancer sift under his nose, building the aroma he’d spend his night surviving in. Tilting his head back he turned the bottle, bubbling up until nearly a fifth raced its way into his stomach. It was a warm feeling only second to living blood.

The band before he was ready to go up had just finished playing as he heard the double pound knocking on the other side of his door, letting him know that it was time. Sebastian screwed the top back on, restraining every drop from an attempt at escape. Turning the knob of the door he swung it open wide, seeing a few familiar faces. A roadie pointed him in the right direction.

As he walked through the halls, guided by the occasional helpful sign or hired hand, Sebastian began hearing the tell-tale signs that the band was already on the stage. The sound of an accidental string being hit as a guitar strap was thrown around a back, the clash of a cymbal. The drummer began his rhythmic beat as Sebastian’s foot hit the first stair leading up to the stage. Skipping every other step he’d reach the top in short time just as the lights hit the stage. With his hands over his head, the bottle in his grasp the crowd roared as his buddy soloed into their first song.

Emma watched from the wings as Sebastian took his place on stage, and the crowd went into a frenzy, screaming, chanting, an exhibition of pure adulation!! She was mesmerised, and watched, as the band finished tuning up their instruments, and then, the first strum of the guitar, which echoed through the auditorium, silencing the crowd. Sebastian began to sing, and the first couple of lines were drowned out by screaming from the crowd.

She watched, as they played their first six songs, before taking a moments break to drink some isotonic drinks. The stage show was awesome, and she found herself to be as influenced as the rest of the crowd! To fall totally under his spell.

Then, she remembered her task. Get a few women for him to fuck later. She scanned the crowd, looking for what she considered to be both his type, and the type that would be eager to get laid by a rock star! In other words- slim, sexy and slutty!!

She was mortified, propositioning the first couple of girls, especially as they turned out to be less slutty than they looked!! The told her to go fuck herself, in quite graphic terms! Her next efforts were a little more successful and, by the time she was done, she had four girls, all a little different, who were dying to be Sebastian's plaything for the night.

Emma was pleased, she had completed her task... but she was also a bit put out that there would be in there with him, while she was in her own room, alone.