The Baroness Goes Bimbo

"My name is Francis Aubert," He said, "Sixty years ago you took my grandfather. Thirty years ago you stole my fiancée's aunt. Jacque was my cousin! My family has suffered for generations because of you."

"And what are you going to do about it?" Victoria teased.

She screamed as Francis slammed his cock into her. Her eyes rolled back, her body twitching as the entire length sunk down to the hilt. He was a big man, and he felt even bigger inside her. He loomed over her, snarling down as his grip on her thighs tightened.

"I will use you like you have used us," He growled.

Hells, that made her heart flutter.

He wasted no time in pounding himself in and out of her cunt. The table creaked beneath them, punctuating Victoria's sharp cries and long moans. Her hands leapt to his shoulders, nails digging into his smock. He was so rough! So strong. So... dominant. She was absolutely dripping wet, clamping around his thick shaft. Intentionally or not he was hitting a sensitive spot, sending bursts of pure pleasure through her whole body. The animalistic grunts from above made her shiver. She could just about see past him and to their captivated audience, the shame and embarrassment of being taken by lowly mortals flooding her mind with so much excitement she felt like she was going to be consumed by it.

Her legs quivered and trembled in his grip as his pace quickened. Her cries were short, breathless, even strangled as sudden jolts of pleasure left her unable to think. She could feel the ruby at her throat pulse in time with Francis' thrusts, growing hotter and hotter as the pressure in her core mounted. Her hand slid off his shoulder and down to her aching clit. More, more! Just a little bit...!

Her calves wrapped around Francis as her whole body shuddered. Victoria screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders as the white-hot pleasure filled her mind and wracked her limbs. She could feel the ruby burning away more and more of her mind with each aftershock, her remaining trepidations and fears vanishing in a sea of pure delight. A grunt above her and Francis' hips slammed her own against the table, his body shaking as his cock pulsed inside her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back as her breath turned slow and ragged.

"What in the hells was that?" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

"Her choker is glowing!"

"It's a trap! I knew it!"

"Francis, get away before she takes your soul!"

"No..." Victoria moaned, "It's not a trap."

She whimpered as Francis' cock was pulled out of her, his cum dripping out of her cunt. Her legs flopped down, still shaking from her orgasm. Slowly she sat up, looking at the crowd. She brought a hand to her head. It definitely felt emptier. A really lovely kind of empty too; not quite dizzy, but a sort of gentle buzz that made it hard to... well, to think. She giggled to herself, scooping up a fingerful of cum from her cunt and popping it into her mouth.

"Mmm... tasty," She purred.

"Does she seem... different?" One of the women asked.

"Yep!" Victoria smiled. "It's the magic ruby."

"Magic?"

"I was getting bored up in my castle," She explained, shakily standing up again. She grinned at Francis, who just backed off a little. "So I was wondering what it would be like to be a dumb, mindless little cockwhore. And I thought, why not have some fun with finding out? So, I made this choker so that any time I cum a little bit of my brain goes pop! But I made it too strong and now..." -She giggled- "Now I'm turning into a stupid bimbo so much faster than I thought. But its kind of nice? Feeling my brain melt away is so good..."

"You did this to yourself?" A woman asked, her cheeks bright red.

Victoria stumbled over, giggling as she leant over and dragged a finger down the woman's cheek. She was cute; all freckles and round cheeks and curly brown hair. "It's so nice! You want to try it too?"

"I-I..." The woman stammered.

"It's okay, I can turn it off. Though, I don't know if I want to. Being all dumb and giggly is so nice." She stepped back, putting a hand to her head as she hummed. "And I'm not even at the bottom yet. There's still so much more brain to get fucked out of me."

"This has to be a trick!" The elder cried, "Some sort of devilish mind game!"

"Urgh," Victoria rolled her eyes, "Is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to be a submissive slut? We're not all born to dominate, you know. Besides, you could always just fuck me again and see if I get dumber."

"Wait, you want to be submissive?" Someone else asked. "But you're-"

"I was human before that. Do you know how hard it is to find someone willing to try and dominate a vampire? You get one every hundred years at best." Victoria huffed tapping her foot. You'd think the cum dripping down her leg would be enough of an indicator. Maybe the ruby was making the peasants dumber too. "Here, why don't I prove it?"

She marched her way over to a pair of young men -twins, if she had to guess from the identical heights and blond hair- and, before they could shrink away or scream, dropped to her knees and tugged down their britches. Definitely twins, she thought as she licked her lips. She wrapped her hands around their hard cocks, slowly stroking up and down. A quick roll of her tongue around her mouth to build up some saliva, and she made a big show of swallowing one of their cocks. She swirled her tongue over his tip, smothered his shaft and balls with kisses, all the while giving his brother slow strokes to keep things going.

A hand grabbed her head and immediately all the confidence and authority she'd had vanished as her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded. She stalled, slowly turning her gaze up at the two of them as she realised just how vulnerable she must have looked. Thankfully, the one she was sucking found his dominant side. With a small growl, he shoved her head back down his cock until her lips were a mere inch from his pubic hair. Victoria let out a muffled noise, her hands moving to brace against his thighs as he forcefully bobbed her head along his shaft, his grip on her hair just a touch painful.

It wasn't long before another pair of hands grabbed her head, pulling her away off the cock with a lewd pop. She barely had time to catch a breath before the second shaft was shoved down her throat, her eyes rolling back as he pushed deeper than the first. He held her head in place as his hips thrust forward, fucking her lips like a second cunt before the first brother pulled her away and took his turn again.

Victoria's shaky hand slid between her clamped thighs, stroking at her folds and clit as she was passed between the two of them as a cheap toy. Now, this was what she'd been craving. No dignity, no resistance, no shame. Just the raw, carnal pleasure of being used to slake their desires. She swallowed greedily as one of the twins rammed his pulsing cock down her throat. He withdrew, strings of saliva dripping off him and down her chin and chest before the other brother took his place. Victoria was dimly aware of the crowd advancing around her, her toes curling as she imagined their leering faces.

Someone yanked her off the cock just as its owner grunted, thick ropes of cum splattering over her face. The smell was intoxicating, the molten droplets almost searing her skin. The hand in her hair pulled her roughly upright, pushing her forward. Two hands went around her wrists just as a cock slammed into her cunt from behind. She yelped with surprise and pleasure, her hips pushing back of their own accord.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" The man behind her growled.

"Hah! Yes!" Victoria cried as he pounded her.

"A filthy cock-whore!" Someone else shouted.

"Cumdrunk bitch!"

"Stupid slut!"

Victoria squealed as the insults stung. Fuck, yes! She should have done this sooner!

A hand grabbed her chin, forcing it upward until she was looking at the round-faced woman from before.

"So you get dumber the more you cum, is that right?" The woman asked.

Victoria moaned, feeling the ruby start to build up alongside her orgasm.

"Answer me!"

"Y-yes!"

"Well..." The woman smirked, "It's a good thing you were born a girl, wasn't it?"

And with that, she shoved her hand between Victoria's legs. Victoria groaned, her eyes rolling back and her breath catching as the woman's fingers worked over her clit and folds even as the cock slammed in and out of her cunt. Her legs wanted to slam shut again, but they were too shaky to move. The woman was good... really good. Victoria's orgasm was racing toward her, the ruby burning brighter and brighter. With a howl of delight, Victoria threw her head back, her whole body convulsing and shuddering, the flash of white burning off another portion of her mind. The sheer pleasure made every part of her body feel weak and exhausted, but still, she craved more. More!

And more was what she was getting; the two abusing her body hadn't stopped even as she'd cum, and she could already feel a second orgasm building in her. It was too soon... she was too sensitive! But they kept going and going and before she could cry out to make them stop the ruby and her body burnt again. And again. And again! Over and over they forced out a sequence of orgasms, her mind bombarded by white light and the wonderful sapping sensation. Victoria could feel her brain melting away in her head, and she loved every second of it.

Finally, the two fucking her slowed down enough to let her breathe. No part of her body was responding; just quivering and shaking. If it wasn't for the tight grip of the stud impaling her cunt she probably would have collapsed to the floor. Her eyes were glazed over, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as cum dripped over her cheeks. The round-faced woman smirked down at her.

"How's that brain of yours now, you undead slut?"

Victoria giggled. What brain? Her head felt like it was stuffed with clouds and happy things. Not like she needed a brain in the first place. Dumb cocksleeves didn't need to think, they needed to fuck. She weakly pressed her hips back against the man fucking her from behind, cooing as she felt him cum inside her cunt. She loved the feeling of being filled. Of being used. It made her feel so, so good... Even without all the cumming she was doing!

"I'll be taking this," One of the men said, pulling the choker from her neck. "So, this can reverse it too?"

Victoria nodded, moaning as a pair of hands brought her down on another cock.

"Well, we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" He ruffled her hair, and she giggled, nuzzling into his warm hand, "I'll just take this and keep it somewhere safe, shall I?"

"Yay!" She said, "Brain, brain, go away; this dumb bimbo's here to stay!"

She squealed as someone pushed her head into the ground, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was fucked like an animal. Her hair was pulled, her arse turning red and raw from slapping against his hips. Another orgasm was rushing up quickly, what little of her mind that remained still flooded with the white haze of the others. Her body trembled, weak and near exhausted but still so damn sensitive. Even if she wanted to move she couldn't, so she just relaxed.

Relaxed and let herself be used as a dumb cocksleeve for the rest of the night. And for most of the nights to come.

***

"Another volunteer, huh?" The gruff man said, a knowing smirk on his face. "Who is it this time?"

"None other than my own wife!" Said the dark haired man.

"No shit? Didn't think you'd give her the go ahead!"

"Well, she won't be my wife any longer, will she? 'sides, she's happy to let me fuck the others as long as she gets to have fun."

"Is that so, huh Margaret?"

The blonde woman smiled, crossing her arms over her ample chest, "Have you ever known me to make a mistake, Jaime? Come on, you daft bastards; hurry up and let's get to fucking me stupid already!"

The crowd, a healthy mix of man and woman, cheered; the sound echoing off the stone walls of the great hall. A few pipers and drummers played as Margaret sashayed into the centre of the crowd, hips swaying as she danced to the beat. Her fingers worked their way up her blouse, undoing bindings to the growing roar of the crowd. A blush fell on her cheeks as the clothes fell from a body tanned by long summer days of work. Another cheer as her chemise was tossed away, leaving her hefty bosom to sway and jiggle with her dance.

"Fucking hells, Dorian! It's not fair you've been keeping those to yourself!" Someone called.

"Well, he won't be much longer!" She said. The crowd laughed and clapped as her skirts hit the floor, soon followed by the bloomers. "Take a good look, boys! I want these covered in spunk by the end of this!"

"Did you know your wife was this much of a slut?" Someone jeered.

"Of course I did; why'd you think I married her?" Dorian called back, "She's fucking insatiable! No one man could handle her, I guarantee it!"

"You did a damn good job so far, love!" She blew him a kiss.

"Alright, alright," Jaime said, motioning for the crowd to quieten down, "But we have to make sure; this is what you really want, Margaret?"

"Jaime," She said, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her chest out, "Am I or am I not standing naked in front of you begging you all to pound me until I can't think again? Hurry up and wrap that magic stone around my neck already!"

"Tis a shame, is all. I always thought you had a good head on your shoulders."

"Aye, it's a good head. But if the lady wants to be rid of it, who am I to say no?" Dorian leant in and kissed his wife deeply, the crowd cheering as he snuck a cheeky grope of her naked curves.

"You never could stop me if you even tried," Margaret teased, tracing a finger down her husband's neck.

"Anything you want to get out before we fuck you dumb?" Jaime asked.

"Just that I want it to be Dorian's thick member that goes first. Might as well get one last married fuck in, right boys?"

The crowd cheered and parted, letting the lady of the manor step through. She was as tall and regal as ever, her pale ivory skin draped in silver chains and sparkling gemstones. Her sombre smile was replaced with a broad grin, the only hint of clothing on her being the ruby choker held in her elegant hands. She stood in front of Margaret and cocked her head to one side.

"So, are you going to be a dumb cockslut too?" Vicky Dumont asked.

"If you're willing to make me one," Margaret said.

Vicky squealed, pressing her slender body close to Margaret's voluptuous curves. Delicate fingers quickly clasped the heavy red stone around the work-tanned neck.

"We are going to have so much fun together," Vicky purred, tracing a finger down warm skin. She could feel her new friend's heartbeat quicken as she leant closer and closer until their lips met. The crowd 'ooh'ed around them as they kissed, cold silver and smooth stones pressed between their soft bodies. A pair of rough hands slipped between; wrapping around Margaret's hips and pulling her gently out of Vicky's embrace. She pouted, but dropped to her knees and left a trail of light kisses as Margaret and Dorian shared their own passionate kiss.

Margaret shivered under Vicky's touch. Fingertips brushed down ample curves, tracing along faint lines of sinew and bones. So much warmth, and so much to explore. Vicky licked her lips and kissed the thick thighs, again and again, working closer and closer until her lips were brushing over sensitive folds and her tongue was teasing the sensitive nub. Margaret's quivering spurred Vicky on, pushing deeper into the dripping sex.

"Gods, she doesn't half know how to use that!" Margaret panted, "Maybe I should have found myself a wife instead..."

"Ha! You'd have come back to me in the end," Dorian said, "I know for sure you can't go a day without enjoying something thick and meaty."

"You cheeky bastard! You're not -ah!- wrong though!"

The two of them kissed again, Margaret's knees knocking together as Vicky's tongue lavished her clit. Dorian's britches hit the floor with a soft thud, eliciting a few excited 'oh!'s from the ladies in the crowd. Vicky backed off, cooing herself as Dorian's cock bobbed between Margaret's thighs.

"Ooh! He's a big one," Vicky giggled, "You're so lucky."

"Well, in a few minutes I'm going to be back on the menu..." Dorian ground himself against his wife's cunt.

"If you wanted to have fun with this undead cocksleeve you could have just asked, sweetie," Margaret said, "Maybe we could have shared her."

"I think we still can after you join her on your knees."

"Oh, how romantic." Margaret giggled. And then gasped, her eyes rolling back as Dorian slid his cock inside her. The two of them wasted little time, immediately working themselves into a frenzy of fucking. Vicky pressed her lips around Margaret's clit, suckling and licking the sensitive nub, pussy juices dripping down her chin.

It wasn't long until Margaret threw her head back and screamed, her eyes glazing over as the ruby at her throat throbbed with light. She slumped back into her husband's arms, groaning as he slid his cock out of her. Vicky leant in, kissing and slurping her way along the hard shaft. She could taste Margaret still on him, a wonderful mix of salty flavours. Fingers curled around her hair and bobbed her along the thick member as Dorian nuzzled his wife. Their conversation was muted slightly by the wet slapping sounds.

"How're you feeling, love?" Dorian asked.

"Mm..." Margaret held a hand to her head, blinking for a second. Then she smiled; a big, goofy smile. "I feel so horny...!"

"Horny, huh?"

She giggled, "My head feels funny. Like you pushed something out of it with that big, meaty cock of yours. I want to see how much more of me you can fuck away!"

"You heard her, lads!" Jaime cried. The men roared, dropping their britches and swarming the two women. Hands groped over naked flesh, squeezing and kneading. Margaret was pulled away, tumbling back into the grasp of a brute of a man. Hands went around her waist, and she squealed with delight as she was made to sit down on a long cock. Vicky watched as the busty blonde bounced up and down the shaft, her head grabbed and her lips forced around another member.

Vicky giggled as hands went to her as well, pushing her onto her back as a skinny man slammed his cock into her waiting cunt. Her legs curled around his waist as he pounded downward, fucking her like an animal in heat. She peppered his face with kisses as it curled, apparently trying not to finish too early inside her. She loved when they made that look; loved hearing her castle filled with the sounds of wet slaps and low groans. Loved the faces of the volunteers -male and female- when they came their brains away.

Most would be finished after three rounds, but Margaret -Maggie? Yeah, Maggie!- would probably take four or five, being so strong and smart. Vicky couldn't wait to bring her new friend up to the master bedroom, where all the others lay in a naked heap, eating and drinking and giggling their lives away until someone from the village called to them. Then they'd leap out of the furs and silks and suck, lick, and fuck through the night. Her castle had once been a gloomy, desolate place, but now it was a sanctuary.

A sanctuary for dumb, happy cocksluts like her!