The Blood Doll

The show went great and by the end of his set the bottle had been emptied as the liquid flew over the crowd and into his stomach. Sweat streaked down his face as the lights shut down and everyone was told to fuck off on home. With his feet back on the ground he headed through the halls the way he had come, ignoring the rest of the band. There was pussy waiting for him and that was all that mattered.

Handed a towel on his way back, Sebastian wiped his forehead and face dry, letting the towel fall off to the side. The only thing that could get him right was a shower but that was the last thing on his mind. Between what he wanted to use those girls for and what he was planning for Emma later in the night, a shower was virtually forgotten. If things went as well as they did most nights, one wouldn’t be taken until the morning after he’d woken from a night of fucking and drinking.

It didn’t take long before Sebastian pulled open his door, stepping inside and seeing the returns on his investment in Emma. Shutting the door behind him he spoke the one rule he had given to Emma earlier, “Alright girls, there’s only one rule here. To stay you’ve gotta drop your tops.”
 
“Alright girls, there’s only one rule here. To stay you’ve gotta drop your tops.”

Emma heard him utter what must be his signature line as she was shoved out the way, and the three women rushed to grope the star of the show. The door shut firmly in her face, and she was once again humiliated that she had been good enough to fuck only a few hours ago, but now she was shut out, while the fresh meat was wheeled in.

She was cynical, angry, and certainly pissed off, but then she reminded herself that this was infinitely better than the alternative.... one in which she would be at best, mauled, and at worst, fucked by her step father... or she might find herself walking the streets. What did she care if he was fucking half his audience?? He was, after all a rock star, and they were supposed to be wild, right??

She wandered off and introduced herself to the crew, and to two of the band members, who were still packing away their equipment, obviously not trusting the roadies to do it to their satisfaction.

One of them hit on her, but she remembered what Sebastian had said, and she politely declined. She wondered if she would be required later.... hardly, he surely had his hands' full! She found her room, which was a little office, his office actually, but it had a little sofa, and she curled up on that, and fell into an exhausted sleep.
 
Sebastian took in the girls as they followed his order flawlessly. After plenty of drinking and slipping his dick into each of them sometime in the night he unceremoniously kicked them out after he was through. The set, screwing his cousin and then the four girls all at once had taken a lot out of him.

After pulling up on his pants, cinching them around his waist he opened the door and called out to one of the roadies to retrieve Emma. There was still one more thing she had to do before the night ended. It was time to tell her the final, last thing she’d have to do before she actually got the job. She’d not only have to become his little fuck slut, which she’d already agreed to, but she must also become his little blood doll. Whether or not she agreed to that point was moot. Once he’d tell her, there was no turning back. He wouldn’t be able to release her. Not with the secret he had.

Another bottle of booze was delivered to his room and as he sat on the couch waiting for Emma to appear, he opened it and drank a little. But he wasn’t looking to get too wasted. He still had to replenish his fluids.
 
She had not long fallen asleep, it must be close on four in the morning, when there was a loud knocking on the door, before it was flung open, and one of the roadies entered.

"Boss wants you now!! I'll give you a minute to get dressed, and then I'll escort you down to him."


She wondered if she was to join him and the three girls or if they had gone. What in the name of God did he want with her at this unearthly hour!!

She dressed quickly and pulled a brush through her hair, and quickly brushed her teeth, before going with the roadie to Sebastian's room.

She knocked once on the door, and entered, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness within. Had he fallen back to sleep, she wondered, as she looked about, making out the shape of various furniture.

She locked the door, thinking that best, and then called out quietly.

"Sebastian?? It's me, Emma! You wanted me???"
 
After shutting the door behind her, Sebastian spoke, “The rule still applies.” And then, “You can turn on the lights.”

He was just beginning to stand up from the couch. As he waited for her to do as he asked, he placed what was left of the bottle on the floor next to the furniture so he wouldn’t kick it over. With his back to the mirror he turned to face her in nothing but a pair of leather pants laced together.

Arms across his chest he spoke to her again, “You’ve done a remarkable job bringing those girls here and your pussy is good enough to earn you this job. But there’s one more thing I need you to agree to and to perform.” At this he brought down his hands so he could speed toward the door, trapping her inside if she decided to try and run. “I’ll need your blood every few nights. For feeding.” Then he bore his fangs for her to see.
 
“The rule still applies.”

"Hmm?? Oh, right! Of course, sorry, I forgot!"

“You can turn on the lights.”

She switched on the lights, and peeled off her top, and popped her bra, throwing it to the floor on top of the tee shirt.

She stepped into the room, her eye flitting to the half empty liquor bottle, tucked by the leg of the sofa.

She looked up a little shyly, as she recalled what they had done there, only a few hours before! Of course, no doubt it had seen a whole lot of action while she was gone!!

“You’ve done a remarkable job bringing those girls here and your pussy is good enough to earn you this job. But there’s one more thing I need you to agree to and to perform.”

She beamed, delighted at his praise, thrilled. Okay, still another hurdle? She could handle it, she knew she could.

She was mesmerised by his magnificent form, shown off to perfection in those tight leather pants.

“I’ll need your blood every few nights. For feeding.”

She saw the fangs, and she laughed. He was teasing her, and God they were realistic looking. He looked like the real thing, like a vampire should look!!

Suddenly the laughter died, and she put her hand to her mouth, stiflying a scream, and passed out!
 
Sebastian thought about fucking her in her sleep but decided against it. It had already been such a long night and he’d already had more than his fill. Besides, there were other times he could get at his cousin’s pussy.

Stooping, he scooped her into his arms and brought her to the couch. Lying her down he stared at her, seeing how defenseless she was. She was beautiful in her way but what he needed now had nothing to do with her physical attributes. It was time to feed on something warm, something that would sustain him. And so he kneeled over her on the couch.

Bending down over her he placed one hand over her mouth in case she woke up screaming, the other bracing himself as his mouth neared her exposed next. With a slight alteration he exposed more of that beautiful flesh to his view, bringing his fangs to show once more. This time they weren’t presented just for proof. They were here for action.

His teeth sunk into her skin, puncturing her and bringing the blood to the top. Feasting upon her neck he felt her heart beating harder underneath him and the faster it beat the more he took in. They remained in that moment for what seemed forever but he eventually took what he needed, sealing the wound when he was through.

He knew she’d be out for a while and he’d have to get on the bus to evade the sun’s scarring rays she he wrote a quick note telling her to get on the bus after waking. After pulling on a shirt and leaving the room behind he instructed two men to watch the room until it was time to leave and that if the girl refused to get on the bus, to bring her on by force. Sebastian couldn’t take chances.
 
Emma awoke sometime later, a hammering on the door bringing her fully to consciousness. She sat up, surprised to find herself on the floor of Sebastian's room, topless.

What had happened? Her mind was foggy, and it took her a bit to recall coming in, taking off her top, and turning on the light, the bottle by his feet, and..... Oh my God!! The teeth, or more accurately, the fangs!! No! She must had imagined it, dreamed it! Such a thing wasn't possible!

She remembered being awoken from her sleep, called to him, and she must have still been half asleep, hallucinating! Perhaps it was a trick of the light?? Or... Of course!! It must have been part of his show paraphernalia!! She giggled, feeling silly!

"Miss, you need to get on the bus now! We're heading out shortly!"


"Oh, sure, thank you!"


She pulled on her top, and grabbed her small bag she had brought with her, and went directly onto the tour bus. It was luxurious, to say the least, and she sought out her cousin, and went to him.

"I had the weirdest dream!!"
 
The sun was beginning its demise, defeated by the onslaught of the night once more. Sebastian waited for the girl in his bus, toward the back. The other members were elsewhere, whether with their select groupies, girlfriends of that particular city or feeding. He, however, was sated and would be fine for the next few days. When he saw Emma come through expressing her dream, he didn’t react. She might’ve still been lightheaded or the adrenalin from being woken and rushed was just getting to her. The truth was that it didn’t matter. He was going to put an end to those dreams right then.

“You’re not dreaming anymore,” Sebastian spoke. Although this time he didn’t feel the need to expose what he’d previously hid from her. “I’d ask that you not run because I’d hate to have you tied down, it’d seriously impede your job. And screaming won’t do much for you either. Those who you’ve seen, they’re with me for life for one reason or another. Just know that you’re not dreaming. What’s needed from you are two things. Your blood, twice a week will be fine, and you’re body.”

Rising from his seat, Sebastian steadily walked across the little length between them as the bus began pulling out of the lot. “You’ll be paid well for your services and you’ll see the country, the world. Only do as your told and don’t create any disturbances. Seeing as there are a few days to our next show and a number of hours till our next stop, why don’t you disrobe.”
 
Her mouth flew open, horrified at the realisation that her horrible nightmare was, in fact a reality. She expected to faint with shock, but she didn't, she stood there, rooted to the spot, her face white as the blood drained.

God!! That was not a good thought! He would drain her blood.

Images from every vampire movie she had ever seen flashed though her mind, but this was nothing like Twilight, it was much more like Bram Stoker's Dracula! Only wth a modern twist.

She realised he was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to do something.

She had missed what he said, and she had to ask him to repeat it.

He explained about his feeding requriements, and she blanched further, knowing that she was the food source!! It sent shivers down her spine.

“You’ll be paid well for your services and you’ll see the country, the world. Only do as your told and don’t create any disturbances. Seeing as there are a few days to our next show and a number of hours till our next stop, why don’t you disrobe.”

Her hands shaking, she reached for the hem of her tee shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head, and then unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them, tugging her thong down with them, and kicking it off. She stood before him, stark naked, acutely aware of other eyes on her, feeling exposed and more naked than she had ever been in her life.

Nervously, she crossed her legs, and put her hand across her tits, trying to maintain a little modesty.
 
Sebastian watched her as she discarded her clothing. It was expected. If she hadn’t, he would’ve ripped it from her but this was better, easier. A slight smile drew across his face as he watched the last of the clothing hit the floor. In a slow rise his eyes moved from her legs to her pussy until they stopped toward her tits.

With casual movements he grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her chest until her hands remained at her sides. Letting them go he slipped a hand between her thighs, gently, to break them apart. It wasn’t his intent to brush her pussy but neither was he going to pretend shyness. When he was through he brought his arms back to his sides and was quiet while the bus rumbled along the road.

It seemed like she was going to be submissive to his desires, at least while she was trapped on the bus. While he had her here he was going to take advantage of the situation, “Don’t be shy,” he spoke with a smile. “Have a seat on the couch. Spread your legs, wide. And lay your arms along the top of the cushions.” And people wondered why he wanted his own bus. It was so he could have his own fun.
 
She shivered when he touched her, prying her hands from their positions, shielding her body as best she could! She was slow to part her thighs, when he pried them apart, but she did comply.

Finally, she stood utterly naked before him, everything she had on full display, feeling like a creature under a microscope. She began to shiver, as and excess of emotion built up in her.

“Don’t be shy, Have a seat on the couch. Spread your legs, wide. And lay your arms along the top of the cushions.”

She looked, her eyes wide, and for a moment she thought about defying him, but then she thought that he could bite her neck, ripping her veins away, in a split second, as all the most violent images of vampires flashed before her mind.

Such was her haste, that she almost fell over as she rushed to do his bidding.

She sat on the couch, and parted her knees about 6 inches, and lay her arms across the back of the couch. She was no longer white as a sheet, now her face was suffused with blood, as she heated with shame.
 
Sebastian stared into her eyes as she seemed to hesitate before fumbling over herself to obey him. He stood still, unmoving until she’d positioned herself just as he had told her. In his view, everything was going as well as it possibly could. Emma had agreed to everything and now she was obeying his command. He would need more time before he’d trust her implicitly but time was one commodity he had plenty of.

He moved across the short distance from where he stood to the couch, sitting next to her. Tracing a trail with his finger from where he had bitten her neck to her left nipple he spoke, “You have no idea how much easier you’re making it for me to live. Family must truly stick together if they wish to survive.” Then his eyes returned to her breast as the trail began anew, moving over her belly button and between her legs. He stopped momentarily when he felt the heat from her pussy.

Only to pour more shame over her already reddened face, he spoke, “Did you ever think you’d be giving yourself to your cousin? That you’d ever service so much of his cock whether it be with your body or with another’s?” Knowing the answer already he slipped two fingers inside her, his eyes moving back toward hers as he pumped her slowly, steadily.
 
“You have no idea how much easier you’re making it for me to live. Family must truly stick together if they wish to survive.”

Emma didn't particularly like the sound of that!! She was his food, after all! She sat there, feeling terribly exposed, her face heating with the shame of holding her position, knowing he could see all she had!!

“Did you ever think you’d be giving yourself to your cousin? That you’d ever service so much of his cock whether it be with your body or with another’s?”

She cringed at his words, wanting, more than anything to rail at him, to snap her knees together, but she didn't, she sat there, her pussy open, her clit peeking from between her pussy lips.

She could feel his eyes on her, almost like a touch, and she cried out, when he reached to her, and began to pump her with his fingers, making her whimper and moan, her own needy voice echoing in her ears, as he played her body like a fine instrument.
 
Sebastian steadied his eyes on her, gauging her reaction and seemingly alternating attitude toward the scene. But there was nowhere to go as the bus continued down the road. He had more than enough time to play with her, to turn her into exactly what he wanted. His fingers continued to move in and out of her as his thumb flicked over her clit.

Leaning toward her he spoke with his cheek near hers, his voice gentle, “I can keep up this playing all night. This slow, torturous teasing. And I wouldn’t mind doing this to you over every mile of the road until we reached our temporary stop. Although I imagine its going to be rough on you.” He spoke these words calmly and cooly, daring to add, “But you won’t be satisfied. I’ll keep you from cumming. Unless you tell me that you want to fuck me. That you want to fuck your cousin.”

A smile consumed his face as he drew away while his hand still worked against her. He wanted her uncomfortable, to break out of the set mold she’d been hardened in all those years. Now it was time to melt her and craft her in the image he saw as necessary for what he wanted.
 
Emma felt dreadfully exposed, but his teasing touch was driving her wild!! He had her gasping, and then the touch lightened, and her impending orgasm faded away, ebbing out of reach, only to swell and rise again, and to be foiled once more.

“I can keep up this playing all night. This slow, torturous teasing. And I wouldn’t mind doing this to you over every mile of the road until we reached our temporary stop. Although I imagine its going to be rough on you.”

She didn't doubt that for an instant!! She was already sheened with sweat, as she fought to control her body, to manage her pulsing arousal, and the deep throbbing within her.

She bit her lip, steadying her breathing, feeling weird, over exposed, feeling like he wask watching his fingers entering her exposed pussy, examining her intimately. She daren't look at him to confirm her suspicion, instead she squeezed her eyes tightly closed.

“But you won’t be satisfied. I’ll keep you from cumming. Unless you tell me that you want to fuck me. That you want to fuck your cousin.”

She didn't want to say that! She was trying really hard to forget the fact that he was her cousin. She found it humiliating that she was allowing someone, not her boyfriend, but her own flesh and blood, to touch her like this. But as much as she was resisting, she knew it was inevitable that she would capitulate. Before they had covered five miles, her body was shivering with arousal, and it no longer seemed so bad to ask for what she needed.

"Please! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me... I ... I want my cousin to drive his cock into me!"

She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, hearing those words, in her own voice, was somehow shocking to her, and she wanted to mentally distance herself from what she was doing, and who she was doing it with.
 
Sebastian studied her face as he spoke, looking for the reaction he was hoping to get. He saw the struggle, the fight going on within her and it only fueled his fire. It only made him want her more but he was prepared to hold out. He’d be able to get his rocks off eventually. But then he heard her talk, her asking, pleading to be fucked by him. Silently Sebastian wondered just how difficult it was for her. Or if it were getting easier even though it’d been such a short amount of time.

Sebastian continued toying with her as though he hadn’t heard her. His fingers still worked her and nothing changed. Drawing it out further, Sebastian leaned his head down, his tongue snaking out and drenching her nearest nipple with saliva. His lips nipped at her nipple before pulling away, his eyes on her exposed body.

At last he pulled away from her, his hand retreating from between her legs. He raised it up to her lips, letting it brush against her before lining his index finger with her scent just under her nose. Sebastian loosened his pants, letting them fall and freeing his cock.

Looking over at her he had finally given her permission, “Only because you want it so bad. Why don’t you hop on over here and find your seat.”
 
Emma was almost out of her mind, her body was craving what he was promising, and his teasing was driving her wild!! She wanted to clamp her thighs shut, to hold his hand between her thighs, and grind against him!

When his mouth closed on her nipple she arched her back pressing hard against him, forcing as much of her tit into his mouth as she could. She was a creature ruled by desire!! She wanted him, wanted him badly, and his teasing was beyond endurance!!

"Please please fuck me!! I need it so! I want you, my cousin to fuck me hard and make me cum!! I need to cum so badly!!!!"

She was at the point in her desire when she would do anything to get off, she needed it more than her next breath.

Only because you want it so bad. Why don’t you hop on over here and find your seat.”

She lunged at him, straddling him, impaling her wet cunt with his hard cock. She threw back her head and moaned, as pleasure filled her. She was so wet, so slick, that her body sucked him inside, and she had to bounce on him only a few times before she took him to the hilt.

She began to ride him, rolling her hips as she rose and fell on him, crying out as his cock head hit all the sensitive spots inside of her.

"Oh yes! Oh thats so good!!!"

She was breathless, a slave to her desires, and she was already on the brink of cumming, having been teased for so long!
 
Sebastian took his girl in stride, watching her torment herself with desire. She could claim whatever she wanted to but the fact remained that she wanted whatever he was; her cousin, her relation, or a creature that needed her almost as much as she seemed to need him in that time. While he was down on her nipple he heard her exclaim her desires but when he spoke and saw her position change, he leaned back and let her climb into position.

The change was sudden but welcomed as she straddled him. He expected no less from his little innocent, his whore on the road. She was so quick that he moaned, a throaty growl as she impaled herself on his cock, trying repeatedly to slam him deeper, deeper inside. No complaints came from his end as he did what he could to help her achieve her objective, thrusting his hips into her wet hole.

Hearing her call out again he leaned back, watching her in all her glory as she rode him. As she bounced on him, his hips rolled up to meet hers, his hands stretched out, running from her stomach and up toward her tits.

“Tell me who you belong to, my little doll. Tell me who owns your little pussy,” he elaborated, bearing his fangs for a momentary glimpse as another lust filled groan of desire left his lips.
 
Laura rode him hard and fast, channelling her burning desire. She rolled her hips groaning as she took his massive shaft into her over and over, crying out as she came repeatedly.

At one point, he bared his fangs, but her fear was swamped and her burning need allowed her to focus on his cock, ignoring the revulsion she should have felt as his fangs.

She was a primal creature of need, nothing, NOTHING else mattered.

"I'm your little doll! I'm your fucktoy! I'm anything you what me to be as long as I have that long, thick cock pumping my tight snatch!!"

She gasped, shocked at her words, that they had come from her, that she had told him she was his!!
 
Sebastian enjoyed his new toy, his new fleshy, fucking machine. Her eagerness to fuck was contagious, so much so that he felt himself picking up the pace, enhancing the rhythm and pounding her pussy as hard as she was collapsing on top of him. The girl’s true colors seemed to finally be coming out, and in the right place.

With her on top slamming down on him, he knew he was going to cum. Unlike his groupies and the others who followed him around, he wasn’t going to pull out nor would Emma ever be warned. She was here to earn her position, and she was here to keep it. Sebastian leaned forward, shoving his face into her breasts as his hands moved to her thighs. He thrust into her hard, draining himself inside her.

When he’d given her all he could, letting his cum fill her insides, he relaxed his grip and laid against the couch as his chest rose and fell in contentment. If life wasn’t about getting pussy, then what was the point?
 
Emma was soaked with sweat from her exertions, as she rode Sebastian with wild abandon.

He held her fast as he filled her with his seed, and they slumped together, exhausted and temporarily sated. As she slowly returned to normal, it suddenly occurred to Emma that her cousin had shot his seed deep within her.

"You know I was a virgin when I came to you... right? So.... I'm not on the pill.. or anything, you know? Now, I don't know.... maybe being a v..vampire and all, maybe you can't make me pregnant.... and its not like I'm going to be fucking anyone else... so.... do I need to get myself on the pill.... or what??"

She was scarlet when she finished talking, waiting for him to answer. His cock was still lodged deep within her, and her pussy still gripped him tightly, squeezing him, as though sucking every drop from him.
 
He wouldn’t have believed it before if someone had told him what his cousin was willing to do for a job. Fuck her own flesh and blood, get him girls during the show along with all the organizational work that went along with his job. While he thought of this he let his body rest, his eyes focused not on her face, but her tits, her stomach and her pussy devouring his cock. But he wasn’t about to move nor was he going to ask her.

When she spoke he let her words die under the wheels of the bus and the sound of the engine. His hands started from her thighs, seemingly sculpting her body as they came to her hips, her waist and moved upward. Up her stomach he let them rise over her breasts, his palms pressing gently against her nipples where his hands halted. His hips moved upward, effectively thrusting against her as he resettled himself. His hands moved then to the sides of her breasts, trailing back down along her body until they came to rest upon her thighs.

His eyes moved back toward hers, “In the next town I want you to get your nipples pierced during the day. With metal rings. Buy two chains as well. One that connects one nipple to the other comfortably but not without notice. Another a little longer, perhaps three or four feet.”
 
He hadn't answered her, ignoring her words as he continued to have her fuck him slowly, as the bus ate up the road. She mulled it over, there were several possibilities. One - He was infertile, and therefore couldn't get her pregnant; Two - He could get her pregnant and either didn't care, or wanted to knock her up. She chose to believe the first option. He was a vampire, they were imortal right? He was not going to be going around getting girls in the family way!!! But still, why had he not answered her, and put her worries to rest.

He hardly moved, leaving her to do all the work, making her tits bounce as she fucked herself on him. Then he mentioned the next town... and she expected him to tell her to go and get on the pill, or to buy condoms or something like that. What she did not expect was for him to demand she get her nipples pierced!!

She turned crimson, as she imagined just how embarrassing that would be!! And why did he want it done during the day.... surely there would be more people around at night, and she'd blend into the crowd, be less conspicuous.

She wanted to argue, but knew not to, and she demurely nodded her consent.

"Yes Sebastian, I... I can do that, if you want. I'll get my nipples p..pierced!"
 
“Good,” he answered. “We might not be there for long until we move on so do what you can to not get lost.” With his cock still inside her, he rested his back against the cushions of the couch, still letting her sit on top of him, his cock resting comfortably inside her while every bump in the road and her seemingly small movements added to his pleasure.

His hands gently ran over her thighs as he looked up to her face, “Go ahead and climb off of me, I’m done with you for now. So get on your hands and knees on the floor and keep your legs apart in case I decide to fuck you before we get to our next stop.”

Deciding to fuck with her, Sebastian ran his hands around to the small of her back before they started up her body again. This time he didn’t cross over her tits. Instead they went up to her hair where he grabbed a tuft of it on either side of her head. With his grip strong he pulled her head toward his until their lips collided. Kissing her suddenly and deeply, he held her there, letting his tongue run along hers, tasting her mouth.

For nearly a minute he held her like that before releasing his hold, “Alright, you can get on the floor now.”
 
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