1. Vampire: Stories of days past 3


    Date: 4/2/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Erotica, Horror, Sado-Masochism, Author: Lynch.Stevens, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    fire, bring us some wine to cool the heat.” An elderly man made quick steps, hoping to be first with his goblet filled with spirits. Stumbling over his own feet he spilled the liquid over the floor, forming a red pool reflecting his disappointed face. “There is no need to hurry my friend, all will have their turn.” A loud laughter rose from the crowd, as the man embarrassedly looked around. A younger man placed his glass at the white flower’s lips, gently tipping it’s contains over the brim. As a reward for his generosity he now could chose the next manor in which the girl would be treated. His eyes eagerly slide over many whips, rods and flails in the chest. After some thought he reached for a long horse whip and quickly waved it a few times in front of him. A soft swishing sound could be heard as it made its way through the air. Then he turned to his host, displaying his choice in hopes to get an approval. The lord slightly nodded in a modest way, but his eyes showed a thrill of enjoyment. Taking his place at the girl’s rear, the young man placed the whip gently on the left cheek. With a swishing motion he retrieved the leather rod and a second swish he had it return. An expression of sharp pain could be seen on the girl’s face, but a lustful moan left her throat. His excitement started to stir between his legs as he repeated this act, paying attention to both left and right cheek. Just as he started to develop a sweat, the strong grip of Lord Verona stopped him. “Now, ...
    now, we don’t want to have the flower… just yet.” With a short bow, the young man offered the whip back to his owner and with a polite “your Grace” he returned to his chair in the crowd. A nearby onlooker immediately fell on his knees and started to suck off the young man’s flesh. Many guests had their way with the young girl, who by now laid in her torn dress heavily panting partly on the ground, partly on the sofa. The old man who just filled her throat with his creamy seamen, wiped his pride and joy on her forehead and cheek. Whip marks could be seen from upper legs to her lower back, surrounded by al shades of red glow. Cooled candle wax mixed with all sorts of fluids stained her breasts and neck. On her wrists where signs they had been retied several times. From his throne Lord Verona looked upon the scene, crotch being fondled by his wife. “My love, I’m bored of seeing the rabble having their way with my gift to you. You barely played with it, why not enjoy it some more.” A slight smile crept over his face, pondering his wife’s suggestion. Raising a goblet with wine to his and emptied it in big gulps. “You are right, it’s much more fun if oneself is playing.” With those words he slowly returned on his feet, swaying in a half drunk elegant way. A woman pushed the white flower’s face onto her slit with a smothering force. The strong grasp of Lord Verona’s hand was felt on her shoulder, giving a slight pull. Enraged she opened her eyes turning to the person who dared to ...
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