Hunting the hunters Ch 2 - Sex Stories

Hunting the hunters Ch 2

... 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 ...