2 comments/ 15879 views/ 6 favorites Marissa's Big Day By: Dutchboy51 What a day it had been! Marissa had spent the day shopping for her trousseau with her mother and now she was going to meet her maids of honor for a drink at one of the swankiest bars in the city. The Excelsior Hotel was old, famous, and THE place to be seen. Marissa had just picked up her wedding dress- it was done, finally. All of the alterations were finished and hardly a moment too soon. The wedding was in three days! The excited girl was bubbling as she fairly bounced down the boulevard leading to the Excelsior. She was a trifle late for the meeting, but being the bride-to-be trumped being a bridesmaid. In fact, the bride trumped all four of her maids added together. They'd wait all right and, thought Marissa, it would be worth the wait because underneath her right arm she was carrying the outfit she intended to wear on THE night. Her fiancée couldn't see it until their wedding night of course; it was bad luck, but there was no prohibition against her showing it to her girlfriends. They would positively drool when they saw it! Just an hour ago Marissa had kissed her mother goodbye at the seamstress shop, entrusting her mom with the wedding dress and then hailed a cab to take her to Bare Essentials, the lingerie shop which just happened to be three blocks from the Excelsior. Marissa knew exactly what she wanted. It had to be white, of course, and consist of multiple layers- thong panties and demi-cut fine lace brassiere on the inside, the racier the better. On the outside she wanted a kind of... wrapper, something elegant, made of silk and as unrevealing as her real wedding present for her husband was revealing. Buttons, it had to have lots of buttons so that when their special moment came she could play it out, make it last as she slowly revealed herself to the man she loved. To top it off, a full length white silk robe. The entire package, complete with stockings and stiletto heels to match, was tucked under her arm as she slowed to let the doorman open the door of the splendid hotel for her grand entrance. As she walked through the wide opening she saw the doorman's head turn to follow her and then she had to squint and cover her eyes from the setting sun. Evening was coming and she was on top of the world. The bridesmaids had all been put up in an enormous suite of rooms on the top floor at the Excelsior by Marissa's father and the plan was for Marissa to meet them there before they would all go down to the bar for some chit chat. Then Marissa would head back to her parents', again by cab. Marissa boarded the express elevator to the exclusive suite and then pushed the buttons. While it rose at its own methodical pace, Marissa allowed herself to daydream what it would be like on her wedding night. Max was a hard-working, handsome, loving man who was attracted to Marissa for herself and not her father's money. The courtship had taken over a year before Max had asked her father for her hand and another year planning the wedding. Max had respected Marissa's desire to save intercourse until their wedding night. It was kind of a throwback to a bygone era, she knew, but while she was in Saint Bernadette's prep school in Connecticut she had made a pact with the very same four girls she was to meet in less than a minute. They would stay virginal until they were married. Now she was to be the first to wed, the first of the self-named "Gang of Five" to experience intercourse. The agreement they had made was simple; each girl had sworn to remain chaste until marriage. After some discussion and much giggling it was agreed by all that the strict definition of the agreement was "nothing at all below the waist" or "no letting them get past second base." To the best of her knowledge nobody had broken the pact. The elevator slowed to a stop and the elevator's metal door slid open to reveal another door, solid and ornate complete with doorbell. Access to this exclusive and expensive group of rooms was closely guarded for obvious reasons. In its glorious past the Excelsior had seen some of the wealthiest and most famous personages in the world sleeping in these beds and when those people booked at the great hotel they expected and paid for privacy and security as well as luxury. Marissa had just reached for the entrance buzzer when the door opened from the other side. "Surprise!" shouted the excited greeters. Marissa stood dumbstruck, totally surprised. Before her stood her four best friends, each clad in her old St. Bernadette's school uniform. The previous year had seen their fifth reunion and it was there that Marissa had broken the news and named each of her four friends as her bridesmaids. Sarah had come up with the idea of the bachelorette party that very same weekend. When they returned home after the reunion each of the girls had dug her uniform out of storage, cleaned it and now had brought it to the wedding. A couple of the girls, including Sarah had to diet in order to squeeze their slightly more mature frames into their old school clothes, but all had succeeded. And there they were, dressed in black patent leather shoes, knee socks, white linen shirts and soft blue and white plaid skirts which due to an inch or two of gained height were scandalously high above the knee. Each girl had a champagne flute and Sarah had two. Sarah handed one of the slim pieces of crystal stemware to Marissa. "Drink up, Marissa," said the smiling blonde. "It's going to be a long night." Marissa was rushed by the group and amidst the roar of everyone talking or shouting at once Marissa learned that she had been lured to her own bachelorette party and that it was going to be a sleepover. Her parents had been in on it. Her mother had even secretly provided Sarah with Marissa's St. Bernie's outfit. The room had been decorated with "St. Bernie's" banners and signs. Photos of the girls from four years of friendship they had shared together were everywhere. It was perfect. A few hours and magnums of champagne later the night had fallen and Sarah remembered that she had Marissa's uniform. She went to the closet to get it. "Hey, Marissa," she chirped, "Look what I've got!" She pulled out Sarah's plaid outfit and tossed it to the young redhead and Marissa caught it, beaming. As she rose to examine it prior to putting it on Marissa too remembered that she had brought something special to wear. "I have something to show you guys too," smirked Marissa as she set down her old school skirt and picked up the small parcel from Bare Essentials. "Take a gander at... this!" she exclaimed as she drew out the white box containing her new intimate wear. She plopped the box on the coffee table and opened it, turning back the delicate tissue paper to reveal the outfit. All at once the schoolgirls rushed the box, each girl reaching in and taking out a piece of the outfit and holding it at arm's length for closer examination. The sound of screeching and giggling signaled approval. Lisa, a short brunette had the thong. Her face blushed red as she turned to Marissa. Lisa's mouth was open wide. "'Riss," she said, "please put it on." "No way," Marissa replied. Then the chanting began. "Put it on. Put it on. Put it on. Put it on!" the excited schoolgirls chanted rhythmically. Each time the volume rose until all for girls were shouting. "Alright, alright," Marissa said in mock surrender, but if any of you let Max in on what he's in for I'll kill you. This has to be a total secret. Promise." "We promise!" the girls exclaimed. Marissa gathered up the pieces of her outfit, took the shoebox containing the wickedly thin white heels under her arm and went into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was clad in a full length white satin robe cinched at the waist by a long silken cord wrapped all the way around the robe and tied in a bow off to one side. She had taken the time to take down her long red hair and brush it quickly, just for effect, and her reddish auburn tresses made for a stark contrast as they covered her milky white shoulders and ran down her back. The effect was stunning. The bridesmaids issued a collective sigh and Marissa knew that they approved. Max was a lucky man. Marissa decided to vamp it up a bit. She turned away from her girlfriends and then twisted her neck to look back over her shoulder. Her hair did a flip turn and then rearranged itself while she cracked the thinnest "come hither" smile. She reached down to seize the silken cord and then slowly began to pull it until the bow disappeared and it came away in her hand. Just then the doorbell at the elevator made its familiar buzz. Marissa went from seductress to prude in a heartbeat as she hastily retied her cord and made for the bathroom. Sarah said, "Hold it Marissa. It's alright I just asked for some room service and this must be it. "But I'm half naked," Marissa replied. "No, you're not," Sarah insisted, "whatever naughty lacey outfit you have under there is completely hidden by that robe. For cryin' out loud this is a hotel! Don't you think that the room service personnel ever have a guest answer the door in a bathrobe? Take a chill pill, Mar." Marissa realized that Sarah was probably right. She stopped her retreat and inched back into the room, clearly embarrassed at how skittish she had become. Sarah went to the door to the elevator and peered through the peephole. After a moment she stepped back and smiled. It's just what I ordered said the blond in the light blue plaid skirt as she looked back at the assembled friends and put her hand on the doorknob. When she opened the door all the girls in the room were greeted to not one, but five young male waiters dressed in the hotel's signature blue velvet jackets with red trim. The lead waiter said, "Did somebody order room service?" as he gave a quick wink and an almost imperceptible nod to the schoolgirl side of the assembled coterie. "May we come in and set up?" "Why certainly," said Sarah and stepped back to clear the path. Slowly the five men entered, two of them wheeling two linen covered silver carts. Under the linen draped over each cart was a large covered container. Each of the three other waiters carried their left arm rigidly and extended, white linen service towels, perfectly arranged, hung precisely halfway between elbow and fingertips. The waiters entered silently and in file until all were lined up in front of the two carts. They pivoted as one to face the young women who were distributed more or less randomly throughout the large room. Sarah was closest, a few feet from the end off the line. The three other schoolgirls were draped over the sofa. Marissa was farthest from the carts, but inched closer. Curiosity had gotten hold of her and her earlier concerns about proper dress clearly were secondary now. All of the waiters stared directly at the twenty-something schoolgirls who returned their gaze, to a woman. These young men were uncommonly handsome, and their uniforms fit them tightly, hinting at what had to be spectacularly muscular frames just below the surface, especially the middle waiter who was a bit larger and noticeably more handsome than his peers, who were themselves uncommonly good looking, judging from how the assembled faux-schoolgirl partiers followed their every gesture. It was if just being in the same room with these uniformed hunks had a mesmerizing effect on them. Marissa's green eyes focused on the leader. He returned her gaze, intently scanning the beauty. Although he held his head rigidly looking forward, his eyes darted up and down. They were brown, dark brown, almost black. He spoke to the attractive young women and said, "We have prepared a very special evening for you. May we begin?" Sarah nodded and the waiter grasped the linen cover and removed it revealing an enormous, gold serving tray. It must have been worth a fortune, thought the girls as they watched the linen cloth retract. They leaned forward as if by gaining a few inches they would have a better look. Marissa was now just behind the couch standing with her hands delicately resting on the soft velour back. The head waiter extended his hand to grasp the handle of the elaborate serving dish and said "Ladies, I am delighted to inform you that tonight's specialty of the house is...YOU!" The top was removed and underneath lay, not some delicacy sent up from the five star kitchen fifteen floors below, but a pile of soft silken ropes. The girls weren't quite sure what to make of the presentation. A moment ago they had been ogling the chiseled uniformed eye candy standing before them. Now they were staring at a platter filled with coiled ropes. Was this some sort of bachelorette party act? Were they going to be treated to some sort of show involving these studs? If so, what was up with the ropes? The four young women dressed in plaid and linen looked at each other hoping one or the other of them might be in on it and would suddenly shout "Surprise!" or something equally silly. Nobody said anything. Their heartbeats jumped in unison preparing them for whatever surprise was next. Marissa stood up straight, sensing peril, but her eyes remained transfixed on the tallest waiter even as he returned her stare, freezing her where she stood. Sarah was the first to speak. "I'm afraid that there has been some sort of mistake. This is definitely NOT what I ordered." Without reply, the four young waiters broke ranks and moved towards the women who, by now had figured out that they were in danger. Sarah was the closest and the first to be seized. In a single fluid motion the dark haired man in the blue and red jacket caught her left forearm with his outstretched right hand and spun the surprised and indignant blonde around, pinning her arm tightly behind her back between her shoulder blades. Before she could utter another word of protest, his left hand had covered her mouth, ending the verbal protest. His heavily muscled arm held her head tight against him like a clamp. She could neither move nor cry out. The other girls had an extra second to react. They chose to use it to scream or bolt from the sofa. Kim, a thin, but athletically built former runner reacted quickly and shot off the couch, running for the bedroom door. One of the waiters, ropes in hand pursued her and caught up to her in the doorway. As he tackled the fleeing girl she fell forward to the carpet, arms outstretched. She screamed. In a heartbeat her assailant was on top of her. One knee pinned her torso to the rug and the other knee went directly to her neck. She kicked her feet and tried to lift her arms, but she could not turn her shoulders to get any leverage. One by one her arms were jerked behind her back and pinned under the waiter's knee. He was incredibly strong and before long her arms were firmly tied at the wrists. He then turned his attention to her legs which were tied at the ankles and then drawn up and hog tied to her hands. "Untie me you asshole," Kim screamed. His reaction was to lift her skirt above her waist exposing her long legs and her panties. She bucked as forcefully, alternately swearing at her captor and then, in the next breath, begging for mercy. Neither curse nor had any effect. Calmly, knowing he was in total control of his immobilized victim, he reached down grabbed her panties and lifted. Her body rose from the floor as if by levitation. With a display of incredible strength the waiter easily lifted Kim's body. It rose a foot in the air and flipped. With a jerk, one side of her panties ripped at the seam. Quickly repeating his previous action, he tore the other side and ripped the cotton undergarment from the protesting schoolgirl, exposing her pussy and her ass simultaneously. In another moment her soft cotton panties had been stuffed in her mouth and tightly secured with yet another cord. Her sobs, entreaties, and curses were now indistinguishable from one another. Back in the main room her friends had fared no better. Sarah was already secured to a strong overstuffed wooden chair, also silenced by a gag made from her own panties. Allison, a buxom big boned brunette had chosen to stand and fight for her freedom, all the while yelling and screaming "Help, Help!" It was over quickly as she was pushed back onto the couch by one of the waiters. She fell with a thud onto her back. The strain of the sudden violent stop coupled with the pressure from her huge breasts, split her linen blouse in two, popping all but the lowest button. Her low cut bra barely survived the fall. The waiter leapt onto the couch and immediately grabbed her neck with his outstretched hands and squeezed. As strong as she was for a woman, Allison quickly switched from offence to desperate defense, clutching at the hands that closed her windpipe depriving her of the oxygen she needed to continue the fight. In less than a minute Allison was out cold. In two she was immobilized by a cord wrapped around her neck and tied to her ankles which were tightly cinched behind her back. Her arms, tied at both the wrists and upper arms, extended above her head covering her face as she lay face down on the couch. Lisa was the smallest of the five girls. Her diminutive frame still fit into her school uniform without the need for dieting. Her daily exercise was more than enough to maintain her 110 pound frame. In the face of the violence all around her Lisa just sat in another overstuffed chair knees up in the air and kicking her legs like a child. She looked like a teenager throwing a tantrum. Her hands covered her eyes as she shook her head like a dog shaking off water. When she looked up she could see her friends defeated by the intruders after barely a fight. She extended her hands and submitted. She was quickly bound with her hands behind her back. With her ankles tied as well, Lisa was functionally immobile. She stood frozen in fear, eyes clamped shut. Her cries for help were barely whimpers as her panty gag stifled all protest. That left Marissa who seemed not to notice the brief battle all around her. She was too busy staring into the eyes of the head waiter. He advanced and gently took her outstretched arms, not breaking eye contact for as much as a millisecond. In a few seconds her wrists were secured and her arms were over her head stretched taut. She alone had no gag to quiet her screams because there were none, not that it would have mattered. She did nothing to protest and the walls were super insulated for privacy from the noises of the outside world. That meant, of course, that the outside world could not hear what was going on in the luxuriously appointed suite either. At this point there wasn't much to hear. The terrified young women were all bound in one way or another and gagged with their own undergarments. Marissa was in some sort of trance. They weren't saying anything; they weren't going anywhere. The five men gathered together and admired their handiwork. In turn, the four girls in the blue pleated skirts and patent leather shoes stared at their captors wondering what would happen next, terrified that they had been abducted for ransom... or worse. Had they known what would transpire in the next hour or less their terror would have been multiplied tenfold. In an hour they would all be dead. The waiters seemed to be discussing something, but in a few moments the discussion was over. Kim was retrieved from the bedroom to join the rest of her classmates. She had been partially untied for transport into the main room. Two of the men escorted her into the room while another cleared off the long coffee table down to the wood. As Kim stood with her back to the table held tightly by her escorts she stared into the face of the same waiter that had run her down just minutes before. He reached out and removed her gag. She shook her head but did not speak, preferring instead to scowl at her captor. Wordlessly he began to remove his own garments. The blue velvet trousers sank to his ankles. He wore no underwear and once Kim looked to his penis, which was semi-erect and rising, she began to shake violently. When her face returned to the upright position what she saw sent a cold shudder direct to her marrow. The half naked man's eyes were no longer dark, but glowed dull red. His fingernails had grown almost an inch and now resembled tiny daggers. Each hand was a five bladed straight razor, sharp and menacing. Marissa's Big Day From their vantage points throughout the room the other girls were able to see everything that was happening to their friend. What they could not see was the horrific transformation of her tormenter. Only she could see his eyes and they were enough to send her into a shaking screaming fit. She writhed and shook, howling at the top of her lungs. The silent waiter leaned over her supine body and silently sliced through the fabric of the plaid over the shoulder straps where they joined her skirt just above her violently shaking hips. He flicked them up and over her shoulders. She screamed. Then, with her chest heaving under her white linen blouse, he reached down and ripped the blouse and the bra from her all in a single motion, exposing her medium sized breasts and soft abdomen. A moment later her skirt was gone as well. She was entirely naked and he was entirely erect. She knew that it would be moments before he would advance and take her maidenhood. Instead of mounting her, the attacker bent low, sniffing her vagina. A smile grew on his face as he realized that his prize was pure. His penis was now turgid and hard. As he placed the head of his cock against her outer vaginal folds his hands reached out to grab her at the hips and steady the target. A moment later he thrust his cock home. Kim screamed in pain as he removed his blood soaked member and then re-inserted it into her bleeding vagina. As if on cue, the other waiters removed their own garments, each revealing exceptional and erect endowment but more importantly, each revealed his true nature, not just as a rapist, but as an otherworldly inhuman creature. Their eyes glowed red. Their nails assumed the shape of daggers. The girls shook violently in their uniforms and thrashed about, screaming into their gags and straining against their ropes. The naked male creatures advanced towards the bound women. Marissa alone remained calm, eyes fixed on the lead waiter who was not only larger than the other waiters in frame, but who also, possessed a truly huge cock. In turn, he took his time as he moved towards the woman with the flaming red hair and hands tied over her head. Her robe barely rippled as she stood silently and obediently. Only her chest moved underneath her white silk coverings as she drew in breath after breath, steadily maintaining her posture. Instead of fear, her countenance was one of rapture. Not so for her bridesmaids to be. Sarah shook back and forth in her chair but could not rise because her ankles were bound to the base. Her arms were tied behind her back. She was defenseless. The demon in front of her raised his right hand and spread his fingers wide apart so that Sarah could get a good look at his fingernails. She saw the sharp claws and immediately stopped her shaking. He reached behind her hair and undid her gag. She spat out her saliva soaked panties. "Leave me alone!" she yelled. The monster came closer and, fondling his penis in his right hand brought it close to her face. "Suck," he said. "No," Sarah said defiantly. "No!" He repeated his command. "Suck." Again she refused. "No!" He switched his penis to his other hand, stroking gently. With his newly freed right hand he reached forward and ripped Sarah's blouse from her body revealing a low cut bra within which her breasts rose and fell as the adrenalin in her body forced her to breathe at an accelerated rate. For a moment her captor stared at her more than ample cleavage from above and then extended his right index finger and plunged it directly into her left breast, just above the nipple which peeked out from under the lacy top of her bra. Sarah howled in pain. The finger turned just a few degrees opening the wound and Sarah's voice rose in both volume and pitch. The creature withdrew his finger. Blood followed, staining the lace deep red. In a few seconds the blood had covered her white skin and run down her abdomen. He advanced his penis again, this time while brandishing his blood soaked finger. He licked his finger clean, smacking his lips. He looked down at her right breast and began to lower his finger for another strike. Sarah's lips parted; Immediately they were wrapped around the head of his penis which continued to thrust until it struck the back of her throat. He withdrew and then re-entered her mouth. "Suck," he commanded. Sarah obeyed and began to create a vacuum seal around the swollen cock as it moved back and forth with increasing speed. She could feel the topography of his shaft as he moved and her lips rose and fell ever so slightly over the engorged veins and arteries that fed fluid into the organ. Sarah's mouth filled with saliva to lubricate the action. After a few minutes of his oral invasion the vampire suddenly withdrew his steel-hard cock and then, with incredible speed re-inserted Sarah's panty gag. Her truncated protests were half-hearted and she opened her mouth to receive her own panties once again but this time in mute compliance. The naked demon fastened a soft coil of rope snugly around Sarah's lovely neck. In a moment Sarah was untied, lifted from the sitting position, and standing on her tiptoes as her captor held the rope so high that she was forced to extend her legs and feet to the maximum just to avoid choking. The fight was gone from the blood drenched schoolgirl. The vampire kicked the chair from behind and it fell forward so that it formed a pyramid with the top of the back and the front of the armrests as its base. Its four legs, each one a sturdy rectangular wooden peg about eight inches in length, were now sticking at an angle into the air. It was a secure platform. In a gesture of obedience Sarah extended her arms and quickly her wrists were secured to the two highest pegs. A second pair of ropes were fastened to the other two pegs and then tied tightly to Sarah's upper arms, just above the elbow so that each of her forearms lay flat against the bottom of the chair. The vampire took no time to admire his rope craft. The scent of the blood which had turned Sarah's neatly pressed white linen to a blood soaked red rag was driving him now. He was not interested in savoring his victory or taking his time. He wanted to fuck and feed and the solution to both of these powerful urges was now tied with her back to him less than two feet away. In a single lightning quick stroke her bloody plaid skirt was ripped away and her magnificent ass was revealed to him. With a rush he was on her, roughly pushing her legs apart with an ease that startled Sarah back into the now. His brutality was total. He rammed the head of his thick penis into her virgin pussy without any preparation. Only the blood from her earlier puncture wounds served as lubrication. Her hymen was torn instantly as it yielded to the vampire's battering ram approach to her deflowering adding fresh blood to the tacky mixture between her legs. It hurt, but all Sarah could muster was a muffled "Ugh" from the back of her throat behind her gag stuffed mouth. She did not fight her rapist, but just closed her eyes and sobbed while he forced his cock into her freshly torn vagina. His pace increased as his penis slid in and out of the helpless young bridesmaid. He worked himself to a climax and spewed his seed into Sarah's bloody vaginal cavity. Immediately he brought his claws into her bare sides, pinning her like a roast on a rotisserie spit. Sarah arched her back and jerked her head up just as the vampire brought his gaping jowls, fangs fully extended, down on the side of her neck. Sarah was now impaled at three different points. She couldn't cry out. She couldn't move. All she could do was submit while the young vampire drained her of her life's blood. In less than two minutes Sarah had lost all muscular tone and was slumped forward onto the upturned chair her pretty neck shredded by the brutal feeding and its aftermath. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets, lifeless and unseeing. Lisa could hear the initial screams from Sarah and Kim but could not bring herself to look. Suddenly she was swept off her feet and slung over the shoulder of one of the creatures who walked slowly into the bedroom. Kim allowed herself one look at the carnage as she retreated, feet first, from the scene. She could see Marissa placidly facing one of the waiters. Each one of them was now totally naked. She could also see Sarah as she sucked on the cock of another waiter. Then she was jerked off her shoulder perch and thrown onto the bed. Her body bounced around a bit on the mattress and then came to rest. The monster turned her onto her stomach and then with a single hand and arm grabbed her around her tiny waist and lifted her to her knees. Three overstuffed pillows were stacked below her stomach and she was pushed forward into the luxurious pillows. Her tiny buttocks, as petite as they were when she had graduated five years ago, rose high into the air underneath her blue plaid skirt. In a moment the skirt was lifted and thrown on top of her downward angled back. Her dark pussy hair slipped through her tightly clamped legs. The cord which tied her ankles together fell away and she felt her legs being pried apart by strong arms. The bed shuddered as the naked man positioned himself between the woman's legs and, using his own legs to prevent Lisa from barring his movement, used his hands to spread her buttocks and thighs apart, fully exposing her anus, and below, the dark mound beneath which her pussy. Lisa shuddered at his touch. One finger from each hand deftly spread the outer lips of her vagina. Lisa instantly and involuntarily secreted lubrication in anticipation of the sexual onslaught that was to come. Allison's massive tits hung to either side of her chest. They were too big and fat to stay on her chest. Their weight spread her cleavage wide apart when she was twisted around to lie face up on the couch. Her bra was gone. Her white linen shirt was open to the waist and soon she was untied. One arm was squashed against the back of the couch and the other flopped limply over the front of the couch. Her legs were similarly positioned, one on and one off the couch. Her skirt was raised above her waist uncovering her blonde pussy. All ropes had been removed, including the one which had held her panty gag. She awoke to a sharp pain as her pussy parted and her virginity disappeared into the past. She yelped in pain and then was silent as she gazed into the blood red eyes of the thing that had her pinned to the soft couch. In no time he had entered her up to his balls. As he pumped and pumped, his testicles slapped against her thighs and ass. Quickly the pain lessened and, to her shame and amazement, she began to anticipate each thrust and rise to surround and to bury the intruding cock. God forgive her, she thought, but this feeling was wonderful. Her tits bounced every which way until her violator's hands took control of her own hands positioning them to support the huge tits from either side. She left her hands there. That narrowed her breasts' range of motion from a flop to a jiggle. As she arched her back for added support, her fingers first found and then played with her nipple rosettes which were two inches in diameter, each one sporting an inner peak that stood a full half inch above the base. Intercourse was all new to her, but she was a quick study, fucking this creature as if it were her lover instead of her rapist. She was filled with self-loathing, but could not bring herself to resist. It felt so new and so good- and it was getting better with each thrust. Her pleasure was building towards something, but she had no idea what it would be. She just knew that she wanted to keep going and to keep feeling the way she felt. Kim's body rose as well, but not to meet her partner's thrusting cock. She was trying to get away. She cursed her attacker using every foul word she had ever heard, but had never had occasion to use. Now, she blasted invective and insult with every exhalation. Her arms rose to beat her attacker's back. He ignored the flailing arms and legs and continued to pump his swollen dick into her. Suddenly he doubled the rate at which he was fucking her. She shook so violently that her curses were stammered instead of being spoken clearly. The monstrous waiter lifted his hands from the coffee table and repositioned them on Kim's shoulders, forcing her head back hard onto the wooden table. She grunted in pain. Suddenly she could feel his penis contract and contract again. With each contraction came another thrust. She felt warmth flood her insides. She relaxed and stopped fighting as she focused on the new sensation. After a moment she looked up and saw the rapist's mouth open wide. She could see clearly two sets of canine teeth, uppers and lowers, descend. His powerful hands grabbed her head, pulled her hair away and twisted it to one side baring her delicate neck. She screamed one final agonizing scream as his teeth ripped through her tender flesh and began to feed on her life's blood. Struck dumb with horror and unable to move her head and neck, in moments Kim could feel herself getting weaker and weaker. In contrast the naked monster who had just robbed her of her second most precious commodity and was in the process of taking her life grew stronger and stronger with each of her heartbeats. As her veins and arteries were drained collapsing and flattening as less and less fluid coursed through them, his stood out, filled to capacity. After a minute or so the deed was done. In a final triumphant demonstration, the phony waiter jerked his head up and away taking half of the girl's neck with him. Like a pelican with a fish he tilted his head back and swallowed his mouthful whole. Trickles of blood dripped onto the ornate table as her body, white from exsanguination, slumped, lifeless and expressionless. Allison was too busy parrying her attacker's thrusts to pay much attention to Kim, even though she was only a few feet away. She understood that her friend was a fighter and would resist the forcible rape, but Allison had already resigned herself to her predicament and the incredible whole body sensation of penetration had her in its grasp as surely as her attacker did. She was torn between shame and lust and lust clearly had the upper hand. She wanted to feel everything. It was like she was just now discovering her own body. Her hands pushed her two massive tits together. She had always known that they were special. Every man she met, even those who passed her on the street were attracted immediately to her chest, not that the rest of her wasn't attractive. It was. Allison was beautiful. Her waist was as thin as it could be, given the fact that it had to support such weight above it. Her Scandinavian heritage was undeniable, showing true in her long soft straight flaxen hair and her icy white, almost transparent complexion. Allison was living an epiphany; she knew she knew she had been designed for this. Her body was perfect. She was perfect. The feeling was perfect. Sensation after new sensation racked her body, each one emanating from her pussy. The creature, despite his red eyes, was still very handsome in a demonic way. To her he seemed like one of those bad boys who repulsed and attracted simultaneously. In her ruptured innocence she had no way of understanding that he was way, way beyond dangerous; he was deadly. He leaned over her body, then grabbed her right breast and squeezed it tightly forcing the bulk of her tit forward like a balloon squeezed at one end and expanding at the other. The flesh oozed between his fingers like soft white putty. The deep blue veins lying just underneath her skin bulged with the blood which had been trapped by his rough constriction. Unable to find its way back to her racing heart, the blood pushed the delicate vesicles to their limit, forcing them to stand out like the massive arteries and veins on a body builder's over-developed biceps. It was not a gentle and loving kneading, but a rough squeeze- as if her enormous breast had suddenly been trapped in a vise. It hurt enough to make her cry out and look up. His pumping pace quickened as he moved in and out of her vagina which had by now become thoroughly lubricated from within. The blood of her fractured hymen, diluted by her own vaginal fluid had gone from burgundy red to the color of blush Chablis. His fingernails dug into the sides of her tit, drawing blood in half a dozen little rivulets. He pumped harder. The pleasure was incredible and Allison concentrated on maximizing it, aware of, but blocking out the pain. Suddenly she convulsed with a series of contractions which struck her everywhere at once. Allison rose from the couch like a Jack-in-the box popping from under its lid after the last tinny note of "Pop Goes the Weasel." She fell back and rose again, screaming with pleasure. In a few seconds the screaming stopped and she sank back into the lush pillows limp and exhausted. She could tell that her attacker was also nearing a climax. The long languid strokes had turned into short and rapid thrusts as he continued to hammer her with his own lust. To him her reaction was incidental and immaterial; he was maximizing his own pleasure. She could have been anyone. She was nothing to him, just a vessel designed to satisfy his lust. Allison was concentrating once again on the feeling of being filled with cock. She had been awakened with the first sharp pain of her rape and now that her own climax had come and gone she became aware of the sharp pain in her breast. She looked over to see her beautiful breast distended with her own blood and the blood from the multiple incisions of her naked attacker. "Ow!" she cried. "You're hurting me." No response came from the thing which had her pinned to the couch. He continued to squeeze her tit while he worked his cock in an out of her at even a greater pace. As he came in three rapid bursts inside her, He raised his head up and growled in satisfaction. As he opened his mouth wide his fangs dripped with drool and saliva. Allison saw the razor sharp animal teeth and screamed. When she tried to look away she turned her head and saw Kim's lifeless body, missing half her throat and draped across the coffee table like her pale body had been an old newspaper dropped there after work. Just then a new sharper pain in her already pain-filled breast jerked her attention back to her own predicament. As she looked down all she could see was the top of his head. His fangs had buried themselves in her throbbing tit searching for one of the distended blood vessels. It was time to feed but he had missed the mark. He withdrew his fangs and bit the tender flesh again. He could taste the sweet blood, but it was not being delivered at nearly the right volume for his needs which had grown exponentially as he had finished the lust-filled rape. Rather than withdrawing for another strike, he bit harder and viciously ripped at least a pound of her magnificent fatty flesh clean away. Allison roared in agony, thrashing about as the blood came gushing from her massive wound. The demon swallowed the blood drenched raw fat in a gulp and re-buried his head in the cavernous wound. Mouthful after mouthful of her precious blood poured down his throat. For no particular reason he rose up and savagely descended on her other breast. In a second it once again formed a matching pair as he ripped the entire front third of her soft tit, nipple and all, away. Allison screamed again, but it was to be her last. The hungry fangs descended on her throat and Allison, beautiful Allison had her larynx crushed and then ripped from her neck. She died in moments, mouth agape and staring into infinity. Lisa gritted her teeth as she felt the enormous cock push past the barrier to her vagina. She screeched as the naked skin rushed to fill her pussy. Lisa was a tiny girl, barely five feet. She was diminutive in stature, a tiny thing. Her tits were little more than tiny bumps, although her nipples were fairly large by comparison. She could feel them harden in reaction to the invasion of her pussy. Her pussy was filled to capacity by the giant penis of her attacker as he pushed his hips forward and then back again. His massive hands had her around her tiny waist, pulling her back as he moved forward. Lisa screeched as he fucked her, crying for him to stop. He didn't stop. Each new advance plunged him deeper and deeper into her until he struck the far side of her vaginal wall. She felt like an overstuffed grocery bag as he tried to jam ten pounds of cock into her five pound receptacle. She felt pressure everywhere below her tiny waist as he continued to rape her bleeding vagina. He was enraged with passion. What he really craved was blood and he needed it immediately. He withdrew his fat cock and swept away the pillows which landed off the bed on the far side of the room. He spun her around like a yo-yo and, now face to face with the terrified young woman, found her bloody pussy again and resumed his frenetic fucking. Both of his hands rose high into the air, revealing the ten daggers. Like lightning they descended and raked the front of her white linen blouse. As he drew his hands toward her navel, the daggers shredded the blouse reducing it to strips of blood soaked cloth. His fingernails dug a full inch deep into her torso, ripping her skin like razors. The blood was everywhere, spurting from arterial spray. The monster came immediately, shooting white cum into his tiny schoolgirl victim. He fell onto her, licking the wounds he had just created, but the blood just gushed, covering his face and naked chest with red. Lisa screamed as her life rushed from her body in full view of her disbelieving eyes. Her corpse twitched as the monster with the blood red eyes fed on her blood. It was not enough. He punched his right hand through her abdomen and reached up to sever her heart. As he pulled it from her body her held it in both hands and bit down like he was consuming a gigantic hamburger. In a few bites it was gone. Marissa's Big Day All four of her best friends had been slaughtered within twenty feet of Marissa's eyes but she was interested only in the muscled man-monster who stood three feet in front of her. He spoke. "You are for me," he said. "I have come for you, Marissa. These others were of no consequence, food for my companions. You are the prize I seek. Remove your robe." Without protest or hesitation Marissa reached down and undid the silken knot which held the beautiful white robe over her wedding night ensemble. With a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders the expensive silk robe fell to the floor in a bunch. "The top," he said, referring to the matching silk undergarment which had been revealed by Marissa's removal of her robe. Slowly she unsecured each button, starting at her delicate neckline and then deliberately working down to her waist. She neither hurried nor hesitated. Her hands did not shake. Why should they? She was not afraid. Another shrug of her shoulders and it too fell to the carpet. Marissa's heartbeat was steady, only slightly elevated as she stood motionless while he examined his prize. Her pink nipples peeked out from above her demi-bra flanking her tight cleavage. With a wave of his hand he signaled for her to remove the delicate white undergarment. It was fastened in front so Marissa obediently raised her hands to unclasp the nearly invisible catch. As she looked down she saw her engagement ring glimmering in the soft light from a nearby lamp and hesitated, but for only a moment. Marissa concentrated on her task as her hands searched for the small plastic hook which was camouflaged in the white lace. When she parted her hands her naked breasts, perfectly round with nipples erect and pointing slightly upwards, fell free. They sagged ever so slightly and then lifted back upwards as she righted her shoulders and reached across her chest to slide the straps down over each shoulder. An hour ago she would have recoiled in disbelieving horror at the mere suggestion that she would ever expose herself like this to any man other than her husband. Now she stood entranced while the creature before her soaked in the sight of the young virgin with the long auburn hair. The vampire stepped forward and leaned over his victim. Like an animal he sniffed her flesh and cupped her magnificent breasts, lifting them for heft and squeezing them slightly as if to measure their weight and volume, both of which were significant. As he brought his mouth to within an inch of each lobe his tongue darted from between his lips to flick each nipple. They immediately reacted to the touch by stiffening and a soft, barely audible moan of pleasure escaped Marissa's slightly parted lips. Her knees went weak and she had to shift her weight to maintain her balance, but soon righted herself and resumed her previous erect posture. Her vampire master bent low as he inspected her thong, the final piece of lace between him and the prize he sought. Underneath its sheer front, Marissa's pubic hair pushed against the material causing it to bulge just a bit. Again he sniffed his prize, knowing that what he needed was here, hidden behind the thinnest of curtains. With a single precision swipe of his right hand, the wispy white layer was removed. Marissa's glorious pussy, framed in a nest of deep auburn hair, was now in full view. He reached forward with both of his hands and gently parted her thighs. Marissa did not resist, but she did move each of her feet, still covered with white nylons and secured in her stiletto heels to the side, wordlessly obeying the command of her master's hands. He responded by slowly lifting his hands upwards along the inside of her thighs just grazing the insides of her muscled, but softly sculpted legs. She bent slightly at the knees, widening the space between her legs and inviting him to continue upwards. He obliged her silent invitation until he could feel the light resistance of her pubic hair. Using his index fingers he felt for her outer vaginal lips and soon found the mark. A simple probe of her mound told him what her needed to know. His nose had not lied. The red haired beauty standing before him was virginal, unspoiled and unresisting. The vampire's erection was rock hard. Her scent, imperceptible to normal humans, was overwhelming to the demon, who controlled his increasing lust only through great effort. As he rose from his inspection crouch he took Marissa's hand and led her to one of the unused bedrooms. When they entered the other four vampire waiters were waiting with two on each side of the bed, one at the foot and one at the head. Their erections were gone, having recently been spent within their own victims who now lay strewn about the suite like so much unconsumed meat after a big meal. Having just fed on the virginal schoolgirls they were no longer under the grip of their hunger. Their role now was to assist their captain in enjoying his prize. Although Marissa was completely cooperative for the moment, this was not how the vampire leader wished the rest of the evening to proceed. For one thing, her heartbeat was nearly normal. To maximize his enjoyment he needed her heat beat to race like a motor so that when the final moment of consummation and consumption came lust and blood lust would collide and provide him with maximum blood flow, which to him was maximum enjoyment. Tonight's raid had netted five different young virgin women and now the sole remaining woman stood before him wearing only white thigh high nylons and matching stiletto heels. Her skin was white as well, although not as white as her nylons of course, but she was a redhead and very light skinned. Her beautiful breasts had visible veins just below the skin. This excited the vampire almost as much as the scent of her virgin pussy. All in all she was a magnificent catch, but not as she stood before him. She was far too placid. The time had come for her to be released from his control and to discover her predicament. He needed her terror. A wave of his hand was sufficient to bring Marissa into the present fully aware. She blinked and quickly surveyed the room. Discovering her nakedness and her companion she instinctively raised her leg and positioned her arms and hands to cover as much of herself as she could. It didn't matter. Just as quickly hands came from behind her and wrested her arms to the side uncovering what she had just covered. She screamed, frightened nearly witless. Before she knew it she had been roughly jerked onto the bed by the arms. In a moment the remaining two attendant vampires had taken hold of her legs. She was stretched spread eagle on the bed. She twisted and bucked but could not break free. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, pushed into overdrive by the adrenalin coursing through her veins. The lead vampire was pleased. It was time to claim his prize. His eyes shone blood red and his fingernail claws were fully extended, as was his penis. He climbed between her legs and positioned himself to enter her. She pleaded with her captor. "Stop; please, stop," she wailed. "I'm getting married the day after tomorrow. I have saved myself for my husband. He has waited for me for over a year. You can't do this!" The enormous head on the vampire's penis made contact with her pubic mound and began searching for the folds of her vagina. She continued to buck, desperately trying to be where his cock wasn't. He reached down and grabbed her hips with his hands, just digging his nails in enough to get her attention. Instantly her hips rose up in startled reaction to the pain. At the same moment he pushed forward and entered her. Her hymen broke immediately and her virgin blood began to flow. She reacted to the pain with a yelp and another extension of her hips. He withdrew and re-entered. The auburn haired woman began to cry, realizing that the elaborate plans she had made for her marital night were gone. Her brutal rape had ended everything. She sobbed giant sobs as she gasped for air to recharge her muscles which were completely spent from exertion. Her body lost its tension as she relaxed and fell back against the bed. For a moment the vampire relaxed and repositioned himself and then he resumed fucking the helpless woman. In, out, in, out- each thrust completely filling her. She was only half present. A part of her was trying to picture her husband, pretending that it was his body in front of her, his cock inside her. It comforted her a bit and allowed her to turn some of the pain and humiliation into a kind of numb disassociation. She found herself anticipating each new thrust and reacting to it with a small thrust of her own, as if she were trying to adjust herself into a position in which her body gave minimal resistance to the invading member. Against her will, she began to actually experience pleasure. She knew it was shameful, but this new, this wonderful feeling was impossible to ignore. She worked harder to accommodate the thrusts. He could feel the change in her approach to him. For the moment it suited him to have her react as she was, yielding to pleasure over shame, yielding to him. After all he had two goals for the night. One had already been accomplished. He had deflowered a beautiful young virgin and was working towards his own release. He could feel its subtle approach as he subconsciously sped up the pace of his thrusts. He looked down on her beautiful face and reached out for her tits. Taking one in each hand, he squeezed her tightly. Marissa looked up, startled out of her reverie. What she saw was terrifying. Her attacker's mouth was wide open and Marissa saw for the first time the enormous teeth of the monster. The canines were extended, as big as wolf's teeth, sharp and pointed, both uppers and lowers. It was then that she knew she would die. This man, this creature she had imagined to be her husband only moments ago, meant to take her future as surely as he had taken her maidenhood. She struggled, alternately pulling her arms and her legs as she twisted from side to side. The more she struggled the faster he fucked her until in one final thrust his come blasted out of his penis, coating her vagina from the inside in wet sticky seed. She stopped struggling for a moment as curiosity overcame self defense and she experienced her rapist's orgasm. She could see the look of pure satisfaction on his face and wished that she could feel it as well, if only once. She begged softly in concert with her red, watery eyes. "Please," she said. "Please." The vampire heard her plea, looked down at her face, still beautiful despite her ordeal, and her lovely auburn locks, which held their shape although her violent shaking has given them a tousled look. As his lips parted to speak, the teeth reappeared. "No" was all he said as his hands left her breasts and moved to her shoulders. His weight shifted forward and she was pinned to the bed. She looked away, exposing her long neck, arteries and veins bulging, filled to capacity with her precious virgin blood. It had already started to turn, as the subtle chemistry altered to the blood of a woman who had lost her maidenhood. With each passing moment there was a slight souring of his prize. Now was the time to feed. He opened his jowls to their fullest extent and plunged his teeth into her neck. She felt herself merge blood to blood with her attacker. Then it happened; her whole body shook as she came. It was ecstasy unlike any she had ever known. As the vampire continued to draw her blood into his mouth Marissa relaxed straining to fully enjoy the afterglow. Sated, the vampire rose up and silently signaled to his companions that he had finished. For a moment Marissa thought that she had been spared, but that was not to be. She felt her arms and legs freed by those who had held her during the rape. Blood loss had left her too weak to move very much. Getting up was out of the question; she could barely lift her arms. It didn't matter. Marissa's reprieve was only momentary. The other vampires rushed in to finish the job. Marissa gasped for breath. The vampire's initial attack had left her body with oxygen needs far in excess of her circulatory system's ability to supply. Her lungs were working, drawing in the precious gas as they had always done, but the rest of the system lacked carrying capacity. Her red blood cells, forcibly drawn from her carotid arteries by the vampires bite, had been reduced to a small percentage of their former numbers. As a result she was suffocating as surely as if someone had put a pillow over her nose and mouth and held it there. When the final attack came she tried to resist but there was no chance. Both her breasts were pierced by multiple fangs. She cried out in agony as each attacker viciously ripped out a mouthful of tender white tit. Very little blood seeped from the massive wounds left by the vampire's carnage, but it was enough to end her life. Her face was imprinted with a mixture of pain, terror, and surprise as the auburn haired beauty's last moments were spent watching her own body be consumed by young vampires. Then it was over.