Hunting the hunters Ch 2 - Sex Stories

Hunting the hunters Ch 2

... 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 ...