Suzy had waited for this day for most of her entire life. At first she’d fantasized about it. Then she fell into the BDSM scene looking for partners that played the way she did. But, in the last few months, even that had grown stale. So she’d started preparing for the real thing by herself.
She’d started with nails, one each through the thickest part of her areolas just at the bases of her nipples. She hadn’t the nerve at the time to spear the nubs themselves. But the thrill had been so intense, she’d fingered herself to the best orgasm she’d ever had, all the while leaning back and making the two spikes pull at her screaming flesh.
The second time, she laid her breasts on the table. Thinking they looked like feasts on a platter, she’d started with one nail through the areola on each side of her nipples. She imagined their fangs doing the same thing, saving the best little bite for last.
Biting her lip through the pain, she watched in fascination as each slim steel spike dimpled the wrinkled skin and then skewered her flesh when she drove the hammer came down. The pain was so intense and wonderful she decided then to go the distance.
After masturbating herself until she was only moments from coming, she pinned her left nipple dead center with a two-penny’s sharp tip. After giving her clit one last, hard rub, she punched the nail through with a decisive hammer blow. It was all she could do to bite back the scream and fight off the orgasm long enough to drive a nail through the right side. She’d no sooner buried her fingers between her legs than the orgasm exploded through her. She had no doubt her neighbors had heard the wild cries of ecstasy, but she hadn’t cared.
Eventually she’d grown to simulating what she dreamed would be their feral attack by hammering a dozen nails each through her breasts’ tortured tips until there was more steel showing than flesh. As blood ran from the wounds and washed over the wood beneath them, she imagined what it would be like to have vampires taking her that way for real.
Once that thrill had grown pale, he faked their biting using steel hair clips, the ones with teeth like piranha, ripping mercilessly at herself until she’d come a half-dozen times and her nipples and areolas glistened crimson from a hundred tears while her breasts dripped with red.
Every time, the orgasms were better than the ones before them. Now, just the thought made her horny. Not only could she take the wicked self-torture, she delighted in it. In fact, it had come to the point she could almost started coming from the torment alone.
Intellectually, she knew she’d probably be better off seeking therapy. Even if that wasn’t the case, there was no way she could simulate being ravished by vampires. They moved too fast, and they would be far more callous and cruel. But she figured she’d make it through the finest parts, the orgasms and the best of the torment before the pain overwhelmed her.
Many people romanticized vampires, but Suzy knew there wasn’t anything romantic about it — at least not to them. They only used sex to make sure plenty of hormones flavored her blood, and they’d only ravage her pussy and breasts to satisfy their inhuman thirsts. None of that mattered to her. What mattered was, they’d fuck her raw while punishing her in ways she’d only dreamed of.
The fact that they might well keep her caged up for seconds or more didn’t bother her. She even entertained the possibility she might not make it through. Everyone died. Very few picked the way they wanted to go. Her last sight would be that of her own nipples and breasts, ravished from their hungry feeding. Her last sensations would be sweet agony and ecstasy. Her last breaths would be the gasps of an insane orgasm. How many people went out that way?
The hardest part had actually been getting the gig. Vampires could afford to be picky. Women and men far better looking than Sue flocked to them in droves. She had to find a way to make sure they chose her.
The way finally came thanks to a prominent New Orleans businessman with a taste for tits. She’d met him in a BDSM club. After drinking enough absinthe to dull the apprehension and numb her mind just enough, she’d let him tie her up and belt enough welts across her breasts to last half a month. She could still feel the burning agony from the leather strip biting into her flesh over and over again, making her tits bounce so hard it hurt. Even so, he’d been skilled enough to make her come, a bonus since that hadn’t been in her plan.
The bruises and bite marks had taken even longer to go away. There was still a faint semi-circular scar arching across the upper curve of her areola from the stitches that put her back together after she’d unexpectedly come, bucking in surprise while he was biting her particularly hard. Not that it mattered. When her areolas were cold or excited, you could hardly see the scar through the wrinkles — and they were excited most of the time.
Before her third orgasm — the one that came as a result of the near nipple removal — he’d dubbed her “Milky Suzy.” When he’d gone for her other nipple, the evil gleam in his eyes told her he wanted to finish the job. A part of her wanted to let him, to feel the sweet agony from deep inside her sub-space as he nipped it from her breast. It was a hard call, but if she’d let him finish she’d have never gotten here. She had to have her nipples to make it happen.
Disappointment aside, he’d stayed true to his word. After using the milky tits she planned to barter to the vampires for his personal enjoyment, he made the contact she needed.
The idea of making them milky came after she’d started following a couple of the vampire blogs that dealt primarily with how to best enjoy their meals. It was kind of like a recipe-sharing forum, only for vampires. It wasn’t long before she started seeing a lot of conversations about “strawberry milk shakes.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the ingredients — milk and blood from a lactating human breast. Unfortunately, even for vampires, taking pregnant humans without their consent was frowned upon, so strawberry milkshakes were a very rare commodity.
Since Suzy wasn’t pregnant, she’d turned to Google and learned out how to fake it with the right amount of hormone therapy and a hospital grade breast pump. It was easier to trick her tits into going into full-blown production than she’d thought it would be — and a lot more fun.
Looking down at them as she walked up the concrete drive toward the address she’d been given, she knew her hosts would be pleased. They had to be.
She stopped for a moment, tugged her white bikini’s the thin top down from the tips, and watched as they tightened. Her ruby-brown nipples themselves were hard and thick. Half again as big as the used to be, they were half-an-inch across and easily an inch long. Her areola had grown larger, too. Even tight and creviced, they were at least four inches across from one edge to the other. They were a deep rose-tinged tan, way darker than before she’d started her lactation regime.
As if anticipating what was about to come, the left dripped. The right actually squirted. Smiling to herself, she hefted her breasts. Thanks to the therapy, they were two cups larger than the C’s she started with. Her skin had thinned into an alabaster translucence that showed a prominent web of blue veins just beneath the surface. She’d read that the blood supply to the breasts more than doubled during lactation and, from the looks of her tits, she had no doubt her research was right. She was certain there would be no way the vampires could resist such a tempting meal.
She pulled the thin fabric back down, making certain the top quarter of her furrowed areolas peeked out above the top and her hard nipples looked as if they were about to poke through. Once she was satisfied with her breasts, she checked the matching thong bottoms. There really wasn’t much to them, but she glanced back just to make sure. From that angle, only the thin waistband was visible. The rest disappeared in the cleavage of her heart-shaped rear. The front just barely covered her pussy’s inner folds, but left plenty of plump, shaved labia for show.
Stopping at the door, Suzy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Her heart pounded so hard her heavy tits jiggled. Her fist shook as she raised it to knock on the door. Despite her nerves, both the top and bottom of her little bikini were already soaked — the first with milk and the second with juices from her sodden crotch. They day she’d waited on for years was finally here, and her body was obviously ready.
She’d hardly rapped on the door when two men threw it open. They looked her over as if she was nothing more than a side of beef. Not that that was any different than most guys, but these two…these two were serious about it. One of them centered his gaze on her full breasts, immediately catching the deliberate display of areola. The other licked his fangs when he spotted her bare, fat pussy lips, now gleaming from horny anticipation. She felt both areas start to get warm, tingling, as if her body were heating up in response to what it sensed was about to happen.
Together the vampires grinned wide, not bothering to hide their long, wet fangs. Together, they grabbed her arms and yanked her inside with such force that her breasts bounced wildly and popped completely out of the bikini. She stumbled on the black strap stilettos, only managing to stay up thanks to the vice-like grip of fingers around her upper arms.
One of them, a big bald vampire with spider-web tattoos covering his skull — the one that preferred her pussy — yelled back over his shoulder, “Kevin, your birthday present’s here!” The other actually hissed when he saw her granite-hard nipples now on display for everyone to see. He acted as if it was all he could do to keep from having them then and there.
In that moment, Suzy had never felt more desired, or more endangered. She realized that, before the day was done, her most prized parts would be their dinner and dessert. It would be the culmination of her dreams, and the last thing she ever did. There was no backing out now.
She tried to pull her hands together so she could cover her nipples and prolong the show. She’d thought there would be more of a build-up, but two more vampires came around the corner of a hallway. They stopped when they saw her. The one in the lead looked at her as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
“A…girl. Guys, you really shouldn’t have.” The disappointment in his voice was as obvious as the disenchantment on his face.
Suzy felt as if she’d been gut punched, and then Spider-web snapped her bikini top off her as if it were tissue. She felt two thin lines burn across her back.
He tossed the ruined top to his frustrated friend. “No, dude, this isn’t just another human meat whore. Take a whiff!”
Kevin looked at the ruined cloth and then held the wet triangles up to his nose. His eyes widened as he took a longer, deeper whiff. This time, his voice sounded disbelieving, hopeful, and even a bit excited. She had no idea what he said, since it was in Latin, but the sick feeling in her stomach ebbed.
The big bald vampire grinned and repeated Kevin’s words. “…lac lactis infirmo… Damn straight, dude! She’s a real milk shake!”
Kevin rammed the bikini into a pocket and crossed the remaining distance in a blur. His right hand was around Suzy’s left breast before she even knew he was there. He crushed it brutally in his fingers. Milk sprayed from her nipple as if it was a shower head. Dull pain coursed through her chest as he squeezed even harder and opened his mouth wide, spraying his face with breast milk. He almost completely missed his mouth, but didn’t seem to care. He shook his head as if he was a Rocky(D) enjoying a summer sprinkler and let go of her tit.
After running his hands up his cheeks and smoothing the milk back into his hair, he beamed. “A strawberry milkshake! This is awesome! Fucking awesome!”
The other vampire, the one that obviously wanted one of Suzy’s breasts for his own, laughed. “Yeah, we all pitched in.
Grinning, he looked her up and down the same way they had at the door. “So, you look surprisingly delicious for just having a monkey.”
Suzy could hardly find her voice. “A monkey? Oh, a baby… no. No, baby. Hormones… and a breast pump…”
Kevin traced one of the dark blue veins beneath her breast’s translucent skin with a clipped fingernail. “Really? So, you want this so bad you faked it. You think we’ll turn you into one of us if you give it up your tits and a little pussy?”
He snagged her left areola behind the nipple and squeezed cruelly. He watched the milk seep out and pool in the crevices then drip to the floor. Eventually, he caught a drop on the tip of a finger and brought it to his lips. “You think we’ll gang bang you, suck a little bloody milk out of your udders and then give you the gift, is that it?
She straightened her shoulders, forcing herself not to cry out as he ground his fingernails together with her thick flesh between them. “No, sir… I mean, yes, I want this. No, I don’t expect you to turn me.”
All their eyes widened except Kevin’s. He simply twisted her nipple and kept watching it drip. “Oh, you’re one of them. You probably hammered a nail or two through your nipples and thought it’d be like having us fang them. You heard we’d fuck you silly and help you get off on some sex torture fantasy.”
When he saw the red of embarrassment wash up her face from her neck, he laughed. The other three laughed on cue. “You know what we’re really going to do to you? We’re going to pound your bare pussy into a pulp while we rip these udders apart and suck them into dry, Swiss cheese-looking bags of mauled, human flesh and fat. And once we’ve sucked every drop of milk and blood from them, were gonna go for those little curves right there…”
He pinched her rear with his free hand, gouging his nails into the inner curve just above her thighs and behind her pussy. “And, while one of us chews every drop of blood from that hot little ass, another one’s gonna eat your snatch, clit and all, like an oyster…just because it’s fun. That what you want?”
Despite some sudden misgivings, all she had the courage to do was nod.
Kevin’s smile widened. “Well, boys, there is a God.” Without warning, he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground then tossed her like a rag doll to a friend. “Game room.”
The other vampire caught her by the waist in mid-air. She hadn’t even had time to gasp. After that, they moved so fast Suzy missed half of everything they did. The way they shifted from the easy, slow movement humans were comfortable with to vampire-time and back made her dizzy. When she tried to watch one, another would blur.
Before she could recognize the sensation of a hand tightening around an ankle or fingers crushing a handful of breast or bottom, another sensation, like the burning tear of her bikini bottom from her rear, would try to make itself felt — but her brain couldn’t keep up.
By the time she could comprehend what was happening, they’d carried her into another room, torn her shoes off, and pinned spread-eagle across the maroon felt of a big pool table. Somewhere along the way, they’d all stripped. One of them had her by the wrists, pulling her arms back to the head of the table. Her shoulders felt as if they might dislocate. Her breasts were stretched into fat, wet, jiggling ovals. Milk leaked in waves down their curves.
Her hips were also stretched as far as they could stand, with a vampire holding each ankle firmly to the bottom corners of the table. While trying to catch her breath, Suzy looked around at the high, raftered ceiling. She hadn’t had time to do much more than see the wooden beams when Kevin leapt onto the table and crouched over her, kneeling between her legs.
His cock was huge. It stood straight up against his firm belly, veins bulging. She’d seen big, turgid cocks before. They’d all sort of bounced, moving in time to the heartbeat that made them hard. Kevin’s just stood. It didn’t bounce, didn’t move. She had no idea what kept it up, but there was no doubt it was up. When he grabbed it and started to shift toward her pussy, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“Wait! Not yet!”
This voice came from the vampire at her left ankle. Suzy opened her eyes, but he was already blurring away. Seconds later, he was back. He lifted a thin birthday candle from a box and held it out like a surprise. She couldn’t help but notice the three inch long hypodermic needle it was rammed into.
“Fifty of them…Just a sec.”
Suzy couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Kevin barely looked twenty. Before she could think much more about it, though, she felt a sharp pain stabbing through the left side of her chest. She looked down as he rammed the fifth needle into her left tit, burying it deep. She’d only just registered the first one. It canted slightly from the very tip of her throbbing nipple.
As fast as he jammed the needles into her breasts, her mind seemed to give up on recognizing each individual pain. Instead, her tits felt as if they’d been made into huge pin cushions. They burned with a single pain that swallowed them entirely. He was lighting the candles by the time she realized he was through poking them in place. At twenty-five per breast, some of them had only sunk through fat and glands. Others, the ones further from her nipples, were lodged more firmly. They all hurt. She’d never been so horny.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the wetness between her legs. When a drop of molten wax rolled onto the tip of her nipple, she gasped and opened her eyes yet again. Every candle was burning, and Kevin was about to blow them out.
“If you guys sing, I’ll gut you.” The others laughed as he blew, then they cheered as he slammed his huge cock into her hard enough to rock the sturdy table.
For the second time in seconds, Suzy gasped. She only just felt the dull pain of his dick head slamming into her cervix when he was fucking her in vampire-time. Six or seven thrusts a second slammed into her like a pile driver. Unable to keep up with the constant hammering, she tried to concentrate on her breasts. Pain consumed them as they bounced wildly, slapping up and down so hard that milk slung from them in a spray and half the needles tore free.
She was about to scream from the pain assailing her slamming tits and pounded pussy when the first orgasm attacked her. There was no slow build about it. It was suddenly just there, like an explosion, unlike any climax she’d ever had. It was as if her body suddenly realized she’d been stimulated enough to come and just threw its hands up and said, “Fuck it!”
It didn’t seem as if the first orgasm was over when the second one came. Suzy’s head swam as her body tried to keep up with everything it was experiencing. Neurons tried to send a message that her battered womb was crying for relief and her pussy lips were being pulverized by Kevin’s pounding pelvis.
Others synapses tried to convey the fact that her wrists and ankles were being crushed by the vampires that held her pinned to the pool table. Still others worked to remind her that the weight of her heavy tits slinging around hurt so bad things might be rupturing inside them. The constant orgasms were almost an afterthought.
She gasped for breath and had barely focused through the tears when Kevin paused, hovering over her, staring at her left breast as if were his last meal. The look of feral hunger in his eyes made everything that came before it even more worthwhile. And then the moment came.
Kevin moved so fast, Suzy almost missed it. By the time her brain recognized that he’d swiped the few remaining needles from her and the electrical messages in her brain let her feel the pain in her left breast, he’d skewered its tip a dozen times with his fangs. She tried to follow the blur of his face as he drove his teeth in and out, all but mauling her nipple and areola in the space of seconds.
The agony hit at about the same time that he sucked the entire tip of her breast into his mouth, sank his fangs through the ravaged ball of meat and started sucking. For a second, all Suzy felt were his cool, moist lips and his tongue soothing her torn flesh. Then it felt as if someone had attached an industrial strength vacuum to a meat grinder and thrust her breast into it. Pain swallowed her nipple, then her breast.
A part of her mind thought it was wonderful. Another part rebelled and tried to shut her down.
She came again.
Voices cheered Kevin on.
She kept coming.
Violent, wrenching pain tore through her left nipple and part of her areola. She just managed to watch as his blurred, strawberry milkshake-splattered fangs pulled free. As if her brain’s left hand had no idea what its right hand was doing, she started to pass out even as her orgasm kept pounding through her.
Fingertips crushing her right breast, and another mouth attacking her right nipple yanked her back from the brink of unconsciousness. As she registered that the vampire that had lusted after her breasts at the front door was finally getting his wish, Kevin tore back into her, blurred into vampire-time, and ripped his fangs free again. His lips and half his face were covered with milk and blood.
He wiped it from his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at the rafters. “Haul her up!”
With a frustrated growl, the guy at her other breast sucked a couple more greedy gulps before leaping straight up and landed in a crouch on a heavy rafter above them. Kevin threw her into the air, and his lackey caught her by a wrist.
Gravity and exhaustion drew her face down, forcing her to look at her breasts. Kevin hadn’t lied. Gaping, raw wounds shimmered with a wet combination of pink and red. Milk and blood mingled to cover the rest of her breasts in a wash of “strawberry milk.” Thin lines of brilliant red trickled from where needles had been thrust and torn free. The abused mounds bounced and dripped blood and milk to the floor below her as the vampire in the rafters yanked her up.
Moments later, Suzy was being held up by both wrists, dangling in the air just beside the pool table. Her bruised pussy was at eye level with the tattooed vampire. The lower curve of her bottom was at the same height for the one that Kevin had gotten so briefly pissed at earlier. Kevin stood on the table next to her. While he chatted, the tattooed vampire blurred away.
For as much as he’d already fed, Kevin still eyed her breasts hungrily. “So, is it what you expected?”
The bald vampire blurred back, shaking up a bottled Dr. Pepper with his thumb over the top. She opened her mouth to answer the birthday boy, but her voice wouldn’t work. The lull in the action had given her brain a chance to catch up. She hardly noticed when the Dr. Pepper douche. Without the distraction of Kevin’s cock and the constant beating of orgasms, pain consumed her.
Using her left breast as a hand hold, Kevin pulled its battered tip toward his face. “Well, I really don’t care. I was just trying to be pleasant before the end.” With that, he drove his fangs into the underside of her tit and sunk the rest of his teeth into her flesh. A tenth of a second later he’d flown back into vampire-time feeding. His friends followed suit with their body parts of choice.
Suzy didn’t have the strength to buck, fight, or scream as they fed. She felt a set of fangs hook inside her butt cleavage and lodge deep into the inner curve Kevin had bragged they’d enjoy. Another pair sank through the upper part of her labia, coming to a grinding halt against her pelvis.
She could barely focus on the tattooed vampire’s head as he sucked her inner and outer folds and her clit between his cold lips. In vampire-time, he probed and prodded with his tongue, knowing everything from her clit to her deepest depths, brutally exploring just long enough for her to come God only knew how many times.
As she writhed in an orgasm that had long since become equal parts dull pain and pleasure, canines drove through her tits, her pussy’s folds, and the tightest curves of her rear. She knew she should have felt same industrial-strength vacuum cleaner agony she’d felt when Kevin had first taken her nipple, but her body was well past being overwhelmed. It wasn’t until a fang nailed her clit that Suzy finally felt anything more than a dull, distant ache. That sharp pain was something even shock couldn’t dull.
With her heartbeat faltering and her vision going white, a part of her wondered if it had been as good as she expected. It didn’t matter. Good or not, she wouldn’t have to deal with it again. Giving herself up for dead, she focused on memories of the past minutes, now finally catalogued by her dying brain — the orgasms and the better parts of the pain — leaving real time to everyone else.
“Fuck, she’s going…”
“So, that was the plan, right?”
“Plans change. This cow could make us a mint if we turn her.”
“Turn her? She’d be a vampire. We don’t do vampires.”
“She’d be a permanent milk shake. We’ll just keep her in the cellar.”
“Damn, Kev, that’s cold.”
“Yeah… so? It’s not like she’s one of us. We’re bluebloods, born vampires. She’s just a fuckin’ halfbreed. We use her as a fuck toy and shake dispenser whenever we want, make her into a cow and hook her up to a milking machine when we’re not using her. I’ll be rich.”
“Maybe, but…Shit, Kevin, if the Overlord hears about this…”
“He won’t, and if he does I’ll fuckin’ stake whoever tells him. Now fuckin’ bite your wrist and turn her!”
Suzy barely felt the cold wrist press against her lips. She hardly tasted the cool metallic tang of vampire blood on her tongue. Kevin’s words were all that registered.
~~~
Suzy woke up in her cage — again. She looked at the polished steel bars she’d given up testing weeks before. Instead, she smiled at the feel of the clean, purple satin cover of her bed pad and then ran her fingertips across the golden finish of her water bowl. It wasn’t the life she’d expected, or the one she’d hoped for, but it wasn’t so bad.
She looked down at her breasts. They were whole — again. Her hard, dark nipples looked as if they could cut steel. The circles of stiff areola around them were tight, wrinkled mazes of tempting flesh — as always. Also as always, a fat drop of milk pooled on each tip. She thought about the last time she’d seen them dripping, remembered what she’d been through the night before. The drops became larger then fell from her breasts.
Four vampires she’d never met enjoyed their darkest fantasies with her. Besides Kevin and the gang, they were always strangers. Two of them were women, and women were always the cruelest.
The searing pain came back to her and she cupped her tits instinctively. She remembered being taken outside, the night’s entertainment for a couple’s night out grill. She’d relishing the feel of the breeze on her naked body. It was a breeze she seldom felt anymore, because she seldom saw the outdoors.
At first they’d been more reserved with her than the gang, enjoying her milky breasts more for refreshment than anything else. But it wasn’t long before wine and hormones drove them to try other things with her. That was when it finally got good for her, too.
She recalled how the guys had watched, their cocks desperately stiff, as the two women stripped and started having their way with her — and with each other. She recalled her moans as they treated her tits to a feeding that made Kevin’s pale in comparison. And then the slow deadening came as her gift began to work. It let her focus on the vampire-time cocks pounding into her from behind. They all thought they were raping her and reveled in their brutality, but she knew otherwise. Yes, there were definitely benefits to being eternal.
As she thought about the way it felt to be really fucked, so much more intense than when she’d just been human, her hand slid down her belly, over the shaved smoothness of her fresh, new labia. A finger found her clit as she remembered the women wildly feeding. The two thick drops of milk spilled from her nipple. The drops became a trickle, navigating through her areolas’ wrinkles until they dripped down the undersides of her breasts. She pressed her clit harder, rubbing it in a slow circle .
Lost in the memory, Suzy’s breathing became labored. She worked her whole pussy now, with fingers inside her as well as attacking her clit. She clenched a breast, crushing it with her inhuman grip, and shoved her new nipple deep into her mouth. Her fangs found purchase between two tight furrows as she relived one set of fangs biting into the underside of a breast, another into an outer curve. When the men had finished using her, they gave her time to heal, then everyone traded places.
The vivid memories made milk flowed freely as she closed her eyes and felt the tingle grow into a stomach-clenching climax. She imagined the feeling of all four of their mouths on her breasts as she slid her fangs into her areola, pulled and sucked. The pain was exquisite, becoming more so when she yanked. It only took another tug to make her come. Again. As always.
It was the fourth time she’d enjoyed a vampire’s orgasm that day. It was the way she passed the time until the next party came — or the next milking.
She had barely caught her breath and curled into the bed pad when Kevin came in. She instinctively fingered her golden choker. Beautiful diamonds studded it on the outside while something less beautiful filled its hollow core — something that would keep her from escaping. She had no idea what that “something” might be, some kind of electrical inhibitor, maybe — or an explosive… Whatever it was, Kevin made certain she gave it due respect.
She’d only been tempted to test it once — the only time Kevin had let a human borrow her. Lacking a vampire’s teeth, he’d chosen to use a knife. At the time, running had seemed like a plausible option. But, Kevin hadn’t quite left. He never told me why the man had screamed so, but after that, she’d never thought to escape again.
“Morning, Suzy.” Kevin glanced her way as he uncoiled the tubes. “You slept well? No nasty dreams of car wrecks, I hope?”
She knew he really didn’t care how she’d slept. As far as his reference to car accidents was concerned, it was as false as his concern about her rest. The world thought she’d died in a fiery wreck the day she’d been turned. Her family had been given something resembling a body and left to mourn. He told her as much the first day he’d caged her. No one would look for her, even if she wanted them to. She didn’t particularly want them to.
After flipping the switch on the milking machine, he opened her cage. He held the narrow cups waiting while she crawled on her hands and knees to him. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her like udders. Milk dripped from them to the floor. She felt their skin chill, as if they knew what the next few minutes held for them. By now, they should have. Suzy certainly did. She looked forward to it.
Steeling herself, she spread her arms and pulled her shoulders back, giving him easy access to her nipples. He pressed the cups so the rubber seals surrounded her areolas and caved the centers of her breast in an inch or so. Then he hit the switch.
The hard, breast-rocking suction was immediate and cruel. Their tips sucked deep into the clear plastic. Milk started filling the hollow tube as fat nipples and thick areolas drew down over a dozen sharp, narrow slivers of metal set at downward angles around the inside of each cup. Lines of liquid crimson broke the white, and then mingled with it to flow pink down the tube.
Terribly sharp pain, like paper cuts on speed, washed back through her breasts. The pump relaxed and then pulled again. It felt as if her nipples and areolas were in a hiccoughing Hoover vacuum — one lined with razors.
Her pussy clenched hard as more pink milk flowed through the tube. The pump relaxed…pulled…relaxed…pulled, not giving her enough time to heal before the piranha teeth cut her again.
After the first couple of milkings, Suzy thought she might get used to it, but now she realized she never would. The pain was always the same, excruciating, exciting, and raw. And, as Kevin’s thick cock drove into her from behind, she knew she wanted it that way. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensations consuming her breasts and the feeling of his cock pounding her in in vampire-time. It was a fast, wet, sound, not unlike the sound of the pump sucking strawberry-colored milk through the hoses.
His fucking was always desperate, brutal, and uncontrolled. His cock’s head pounded her cervix, sending dull pain flowing up through her belly. Five minutes of mind-numbing orgasms and gallon and a half of pink milk later, he cleaned himself up. Unless she was a party’s entertainment, it was usually the only time he fucked her, during the morning’s first pump. The other times he was all business, idly watching her finger herself into a climax as liquid money poured into his bottles. That said, he always seemed to enjoy her reaction when he tore the sharp-toothed tubes from her tits and bloody white milk splashed from her ravished nipples to the floor.
By the time he’d wound the tubes away and capped the bottles of “strawberry milkshake,” she was healed and curled up back in her cage.
“Here’s another two thousand dollars. And tonight’s gig will net me at least fifteen grand. Make me proud, Suzy. This one’s going to be special.”
She always tried to make him proud in the evenings. Besides the milkings, she looked forward to them the most.
She smiled a barely noticeable Madonna smile and thought of the reasons she made him happy. Her tits made him six thousand dollars a day — three milkings of fresh milk sold to rich vampires. The parties…rentals…whatever he called them on any given day…made him substantially more. And there was the fact she was his own private milkshake machine and vampire fuck toy.
Looking around her gilded cage, she smiled a little bit more. It was a life of wicked sex, bondage, torture, parties, and pain. How many people would gripe about that?