6 comments/ 12047 views/ 11 favorites Hunting the Hunters Ch. 01 By: PoliTopSecret In any other situation, the position of Dale would have been a dream: laying on the bed, a beautiful raven haired girl straddled on him, completely naked... It is not, generally, a position to complain about. Except in this case the girl was in fact the infamous vampiress Mary Reddington, colloquially referred as Bloody Mary, or Mary the Flayer, and Dale was tied to bed, all his equipment scattered on the floor. He managed to lure her in this isolated holiday mansion, deep in the woods where the fight wouldn't be noticed. After a brief battle, however, she managed to immobilize him, tying him on a queen size bed. She was stronger and faster than any man but, most importantly, she was cunning. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful creature could be so much cruel: Mary looked like a pale, raven haired eighteen year old girl with a lovely angel face. Her usual attire, a black leather outfit that exalted her supple breast, was a first indicator that the girl was somehow less innocent than how she looked, also without knowing that the leather that she worn was in fact made of human skin. For centuries Mary lured men with her charm promising them a night of heaven, before plunging them into hell. Every vampire feeds on humans: some of them kill their prey with utter disregard for its life; others prefer to leave the human alive, either for mercy or for not to raise unwanted attentions. Mary was something different, something infinitely worse. She was a total psychopath, that didn't just kill her pray, but made it suffer for hours, savoring its agony while she ripped the skin from its flesh. Unable, as every vampire, to feel the pleasure derived from sex, she enjoyed in an almost orgasmic way inflicting pain on living beings. She had to be stopped. "So, here we have a vampire hunter." Mary purred, grinding tantalizingly her shapely waist on Dale's. "I'm trembling with fear, Van Helsing." she mocked him, dragging lightly a sharp nail on his chest, before stopping her finger directly on his heart, asking "Do you have any idea about who I am?" "Yes." Dale said. "Mmm, interesting." Mary answered, planting her talon painfully in the sternum of the man, drawing a tickle of blood and digging directly in his bone. "And who would I be?" "You are Lady Mary Reddington," he grunted "also known as Bloody Mary." "Correct." she whispered licking his ear, her pale breast pressing on his chest. "May I ask you how, exactly, hunting for me would look like a good idea?" "Perhaps you remember a man that, several years ago, refused your advances." He answered. "He was married, and he didn't want to cheat on his wife. So you followed him home, and slaughtered him and his whole family. He was a good friend of mine... almost a brother to me." "Oh, yes." she recalled with a crystalline laughter. "I think his baby is part of my wallet. What an idiot" the vampire added, grinding her pussy on him, "why would you want to resist me?" "Yes, I admit that you have a really amazing body; that's why I'll fuck you." He retorted, having a good look at her. "Oh, sorry, I don't really think so." Mary answered with a look of blatantly fake sorrow. "You know, I don't feel any pleasure in sex. I'll tell you a secret:" she added, approaching her lips at a few inches from Dale's mouth. "Out of curiosity, I tried it a couple of times, in the first days after my rebirth: everybody talked about sex as the best thing in the world, and I hadn't ever tried it before, so I got it a shot." the vampires continued, approaching her lips to his face, her gaze fixed on his. "I found some idiot with more balls than brain, just like you. I had them tied to a bed, just like you. I mounted them, just like I am doing with you" she teased, positioning her trimmed pussy just on his cock "And I rode them. And, let me tell you, it wasn't pleasurable: firstly, my hymen keeps healing, so every time I have sex it's like losing virginity. But even not accounting this, I don't feel anything: just an hard cock spreading my pussy, rocking in and out." she purred teasingly, moving her hips on his shaft. "Beside not feeling good, I find it...annoying. I kind of hate the sensation of something penetrating my soft, inviting hole. So... I don't really see any point in fucking you." Said the vampiress, stopping suddenly and moving her waist away from his penis. "Do you know what I love? What makes me feel good?" she asked kissing him lightly just above his navel. "To flay my preys. To cut their skin with my nails, grab it and pull until it comes away" said, moving her mouth slowly upwards on his belly. "To listen to their screams of agony and terror, and wrap myself in their still bloody skin" she shivered in pleasure, while her tongue licked his ribs. "But, more than everything, I like to make them horny, because do you know where I like to start from?" purred Mary, with an hungry gaze at his erect cock. "Exactly" she confirmed, before planting her lips on the wound she had open directly on the man's sternum, sucking the blood that was pouring out, nibbling the hole with her sharp canines to make it bleed more profusely. "Ah!" she gasped in delight, rising her head from her dinner. "Enough with the appetizer." said Mary, licking her lips. "Let's start with the main course." "Before we start, can I ask you a riddle?" Said Dale, with an enigmatic smile. "Sssht" she hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. "Keep your breath: you'll soon have to scream very loudly." "What does look like a human but is not a human?" he asked, ignoring her trembling finger. The vampiress gazed at her hand, confused: why the hand tremor? What was happening to her? "Don't you know the answer?" He mocked her, with an even broader smile "Let's try with: what does look like a human but has a toxic blood?" At this point her entire body was trembling, and a painful cramp hit her flat stomach. "N-No." she muttered in horror, hit by the revelation. "Oh yes, bitch." told her the dampyre, before effortlessly snapping the rope she used to bind him, while Mary fell on the ground, clutching her stomach. A dampyre, or daybreaker, is the son of a vampire and a human. The birth of such a creature is an extremely rare occurrence, because of several reasons: the vampires not being interested in sex, the fact that is quite uncommon to see a human and a vampire to get along enough to the point of even falling in love, the fact that not every vampire is fertile, but almost only the 'fresher' ones... However, it has all the strengths of the vampires but none of their weakness: it can walk in the sunlight, silver and garlic don't hurt him and he is not bothered by crosses. They can still be killed by a wood stake in the heart, and they can die if severely injured by silver bullets, but simple contact with silver doesn't hurt them. Most importantly in this case, the blood of a dampyre was highly toxic for other vampires: despite not being deadly in the quantities she had ingested, it would have take her out of action for some time... and possibly, in a painful way. "I think" said Dale, standing nearby the convulsing vampire "that I'll fuck you, after all." ------- When Mary regained consciousness, she was the one tied to the bed, her whole body still in pain for the poison she ingested. Dale sat on a couch, watching her while he ate something. "You woke up, finally. I was afraid I would have to start without you." He said, enjoying the view. "What are you going to do?" She asked weakly but defiantly. "Rape me? Oh, that's horrible." said the vampiress, forcing sarcasm in her voice. Perhaps if she could keep him busy for enough time, she thought, she could menage to regain her strength and break free. Dampyre or not, he would have paid for what he did. "Yeah, something like that. You know, if I'll like it I could also decide to keep you around." 'Idiot', she thought. Soon Mary would have recovered, and the simple rope that kept her tied would be useless against her rage. Slowly he got up, approaching her; he was still nude, and his quite impressive penis dangled between his legs, already semi erected. "Make good use of it" told the vampiress, referring to his cock. "Because I'll rip it away from you." "Of course I'll do." he answered with a laughter. "You can be sure of it. But, before I start, let me show you something." He said, picking up a small torch and lighting it up, pointing upward: a light violet circle appeared on the ceiling. For the first time, she didn't say anything; an UV torch could seriously hurt, if not kill, her. Damn it, her whole body felt like it was beaten by a pack of werewolves. "Oh, don't worry." he said, sensing her tension. "I'm not planning to use it on you again." Mary wondered what did he mean, while he screwed some kind of cap on the front of the torch. "Now look." said the vampire with a smile, switching the torch on again. This time, the circle was replaced by a perfectly shaped cross. With a hiss, Mary looked away, disturbed by the sight of the holy icon. "And, finally," he concluded, reaching her head and grabbing her by her hair, "Look at this." The dampyr lifted her head, somehow gently, making her look down on her body, and seeing what he did she froze in place: using the UV light, he burned a three inches cross on her belly, right halfway from her navel to her groin. With a chilling scream, the vampiress began to buckle wildly, trying to get free from her restraints. "Did you brand me?!" She yelled, her eyes burning with fury "Did you fucking fire brand me?" "Looks like I did so." answered the hunter, satisfied. "You know, it looks nice on you." "I'll kill you, you motherfucker! I'll gauge your eyes out! I'll make you eat your own dick, asshole! I-" "Oh, I'm sure you would love to do it." He answered, approaching her and admiring his work. "Luckily for me, and unfortunately for you, having a cross burned directly on your body will strongly limit your powers. Oh, I don't think it will go away anytime soon: I covered it with garlic, just to be sure." added, before straddling on her lower chest, mocking the situation they were in just an hour before. "So, here we have a vampiress." He joked, grabbing her breast. "I'm trembling with fear, Vampirella." [Continues...] Hunting the Hunters Ch. 02 Dale grabbed the tits of the vampiress tied to the bed under him, tickling her nipples while she was still raging about having been marked. "I will disembowel you, fucking pig!" She yelled, furious. "Yes yes, of course", answered him, fondling her tits. "Looks like you didn't lie about not feeling anything." He noticed, not seeing any hardening in her nipples. "How you dare!" She growled, while he moved down inspecting her pussy "I'm Lady Mary Reddington! I have killed more men than you have ever met! How did you dare to fire brand me like cattle?!" "Trust me, Lady Mary Reddington" he answered, with a laughter. "I didn't even start. With a monster like you, I can do literally anything and still not feel guilty. However, I was wondering if your clitoris was numb like your nipples...". The dampyre started tickling her clit, massaging and caressing (not a simple feat considering how hard she was bucking), but after a couple of minutes nothing changed at all. Suddenly, he raised a hand and spanked her on the pussy: this time, he was satisfied to hear a brief gasp. "Oh, so it is still very sensible to pain, isn't it?" He said, lifting his head to look Mary in the eyes. The vampire didn't answer, staring at him with incredible rage. Without a warning, he grabbed her clit and pinched it hard between his fingers, and he could see her clearly clenching her teeth in pain trying to hide it. Dale burst to laughter, moving back to ride her, pinning her down with his weight and putting his cock between her tits. "I think I will really enjoy this night. I may really keep you around, you know? You have got centuries of murders to pay, after all." She kept staring him with hate while he pushed her tits together and started to fuck her bosom. It felt a little cold, but it was amazing nonetheless: her pale tits were not huge, but they were just large enough to wrap nicely around his shaft. Dale began to pump, his cock sliding between her supple breasts and poking through on the other side, clearly visible to Mary, who kept silent and didn't react to the titfuck. "Not bad." He mumbled, fondling her tits. "Not bad at al-" Suddenly, in the middle of a thrust, the vampire's head snapped toward his cock, fangs bared; Dale reacted quickly, retracting just an instant before her jaws snapped shut on his shaft. "Nice try!" He congratulated, while she gritted her teeth in rage. "I totally did see it coming, but nice try nonetheless. Obviously my penis would grow back eventually, and my blood in your mouth wouldn't be good for you, but that's the right spirit. I cannot, however, allow it to happen again." "You are not man enough to handle me even while I lay spread eagle, tied to a bed. You are so pathetic you need to gag me too." She hissed. "Actually, I've got a way better idea." He said, grabbing a small bag and pull out a set of needles, rings and pliers. "Did you know that I worked in a tattoo studio?" "What-?" she asked, eyes widening with shock and outrage. "Here is the plan." he explained smugly. "I'll attach two rings, here and here." said pinching her nipple one after the other to emphasize his words. "Then" Dale added, "I'll link a little chain to the right ring, making it pass through the right one. Doing this I'll be able to keep your head down with one hand, and press your tits together just pulling the free extremity of the chain toward me. Ingenuous, right?" To his surprise, the vampiress burst in tears. "Yes, go on! Torture me! I am an horrible person, right? After all I just grew up in an uncaring family that kept me locked in my room to avoid me talking to boys." She cried. "I got turned by a vampire that ambushed me on my balcony. He was the first man I met outside my family and he killed me!" Dale face was dumbfounded, while she went on telling her story. "I was almost killed by sunrise, and I didn't have the chance to see the sun since that day! Do you have any idea about how I feel? It is like being locked in the darkness of my room for centuries! I didn't ask for this! I killed my handmaid, my only friend to avoid starvation. She... she begged me to stop, but my hunger forced me to do it!" "I- I had no idea." Muttered the dampyre. "I have never had the chance to make love with a man! I was eighteen when that bastard turned me in the monster I am. I- I couldn't feel the heat of the sunlight! I couldn't feel the heat of a lover! The only food I could eat was blood." She continued, weeping. "Can you imagine a life without any kind of pleasure beside hurting other people to drink their blood? Can you imagine centuries of this? You say I am a monster: you are right, I am. But what about you?" She asked, staring him with tears filled blue eyes. "You want to kill me, and I can understand it. You will be making a favour to the world, but why torture me? You are a monster, just like me... but, unlike me, you have no excuses." Dale's face was now full of shame. "Poor little thing." he said, wiping the tears from her face. "If only I knew it before. I- I did my research, you know?" said the hunter, smiling paternally "You know the killings started two years before your eighteenth birthday? They found flayed bodies around your mansion, but your rich parents turned their head away, letting their spoiled psychopatic brat to go on killing servitude. On the same night you turned you slaughtered everyone in your mansion. I'm so sorry about your handmaid: they found her walking in the heath with her eyes gauged and her tongue ripped off by you. Luckily, she could write, and left written evidence of all the horrors she had to see in that mansion. Once again, however, nice try." He complimented, retracting his hand just before she could bite a finger off. "If I didn't know the true story I would certainly fell for it. The sorrow on her face was gone in an instant, showing only rage. "I swear I'll kill you. I'll make you suffer!" She hissed. "You know, that's what I love about you." He kept telling while he gripped her right nipple with the clamps. "If you were a total lunatic, completely mad I would have just killed you. It would have been an act of mercy, for you as well as for the rest of the world. But you are different: you are completely lucid in what you do. You think, you lie, you decieve..." he stopped for just a second, enjoying her gritting her teeth while the needle pierced her sensitive skin. "... you are not mad; you don't act casually, you don't even rush your killings for some kind of addiction. You, girl, are just plain evil." "And you are just -aaaah!" Mary howled mid sentence, while he inserted the first ring. "Oh, did I mention they are made of silver alloy?" Dale said smugly. "Not pure silver, of course: that would burn through your nipple, defying the purpose. Twenty percent, just more than enough to make it noticeable." "Take it off! Take it off, you bastard!" she growled, trying to squirm away from under his weight. "Are you begging me?" he asked, clamping the second nipple. Her answer was a spit in his face. "I suspected so." he laughed it off, shoving the needle in her breast and inserting the second ring. This time she was prepared, and she just let out a muffled wail. "Here we are" he concluded linking the chain to one ring and making it pass through the other. Without a second thought, Dale grabbed the vampire's throat with an hand, holding her down, and shoved his cock between her tits. "Here we are", said the hunter, pulling the chain upward with his free hand, squishing her boobs around his member. "I told you it would have worked." he added, enjoying the outraged scream of pain while he mounted her chest, yanking the chain until her nipples touched. Her flesh wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold, either: it was just fresh, pleasant. Dale went on for a while, savoring both the sensation of her tits on his shaft and her piercing gaze. "I could really get used to it." He murmured, his staring in her flashing eyes "After all this years spent inflicting pain, it would be nice if you gave pleasure for some time. Speaking of pleasure." Concluded the vampire hunter, releasing the grip on her neck and starting cumming. Thick ropes of sperm splattered on her chest and face, the white ooze mingling with he pale skin. "Wow," Dale sighed, releasing the chain and cleaning his cock on her aching breasts. "I didn't notice you were of the same color of cum. Awesome." Mary was astonished: the cross below her navel burned like hell, and the silver rings were continuously biting her nipples, but her humiliation was the worst thing. In her long life, neither before nor after her rebirth, she had never been treated nearly as bed as this. Her rage was immense: her nails were securely dug in her palms, and her eyes were like flaming coals burning with hate. She couldn't even find suitable words: she could only wait for the right occasion to get free and make him pay. Mary closed her eyes, her mind flying away, thinking about how she would have tortured him. His punishment would have been something legendary: she would have recorded it for everyone to see-. A bucket of cold water splashed her upper body, cleaning it from the seed. "Oh, sorry." Dale laughed. "Did I interrupt your thoughts?" A wave of despair hit the vampiress when she noticed he was still hard. How could he? "Oh, yeah." Said the hunter, noticing her gaze. "I don't usually need the blue pill, but this time is special. You know, so much to fuck, so little time..." [Continue...]