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.