Rowan stood at the entrance of the brothel's scenario room looking at the tattered rags of his costume. He then looked at Lora and Siren who were dressed up as nictids, complete with fangs and pale makeup. Siren even had some fake bat wings that some high borns would grow. Lora was a busty blonde with her hair in a braid and wore glasses. She was sporting a low cut lavender nightgown. Lora seemed much less confident than her looks and outfit would have suggested. Siren on the other hand was grinning mischievously and tapping a riding crop on her hand. She was wearing a black nightie that was cut so low that it went all the way to her navel. Rowan couldn't help but feel intimidated by her piercing amethyst eyes that stared at him hungrily.
"I don't think this is very fair," he said tugging at his threadbare tunic. "I should be able to dress up like a pompous noble."
Siren looked down at Rowan and wagged her finger slowly in his face. "Don't you know that in matters of taste, the customer is always right? I'm excited to teach you a lesson in humility."
"Just don't leave any scars, Siren," he pointed a finger at her heart. "I'm warning you."
"What a buzzkill you are Darling. It's boring without any permanent damage." She giggled. Rowan hoped she was being sarcastic.
"And you Lora? How are you doing?"
"I'm nervous," she said, looking at the ground. "This will be the first time I'm really going to… " She poked her fingers together for a moment, then continued, "..nevermid. How does my outfit look, Darling?"
"You look like a million credits. You both do. I bet Carmen's going to be green with envy when she sees you walking in with me."
Siren managed to blush through her pale makeup. "Enough of that Darling, I have to put your collar on. The voice lock will open if you say the word 'applesauce'." She pulled a black metal slave collar off the wall and fixed it around Rowan's neck. It beeped twice as it locked. A steel chain led from Rowan's neck to Siren's hand.
Lora went up to Rowan and pecked him on the cheek, whispering into his ear, "Good luck Darling, I'll try to be as gentle as I can." The tone of the shy vampire made Rowan's heart skip a beat. A moment later Lora's expression transformed from a shy uncertainty to a hungry malevolence. She took the chain from Siren and walked through the entrance dragging him with her. Rowan couldn't help looking at her hips swing from side to side as the chain dangled from her hand. Siren lifted the back of Rowan's tunic and gave him a light swat with the crop that made him hiss in pain and jump. Siren's stiletto heels clicked on the metal flooring.
Oh shit, I'm cooked.
The scenario room was decorated as a gothic throne room. The ceiling was made to look like it was made of wood and the rafters had little carved wooden imps looking down at him. It seemed to him like the figures eagerly awaited his torment. The walls were fake stone with tall stained glass windows, decorated with scenes from nictid history. Peals of thunder sounded in the studio, and flashes of strobe lights came through the windows. The only thing that took away the realism was that the lights were fake electric candles, Rowan was never able to get Dicia to permit open flames for such a frivolous purpose.
Lora pulled him by the chain and Siren prodded with the butt of the riding crop down the wide red carpet to the giant wooden throne, still shrouded in shadow. He squinted his eyes to make out a form sitting there and a person kneeling in front of him. Between the cracks of thunder he could hear sucking sounds. Rowan's stomach twisted at hearing it.
A deep voice heavy with an accent reached out from the darkness and said, "Greetings Rowan. I hope Princess Lora and Mistress Siren transported you here with … minimal difficulties."
Rowan's mind searched for the words and then he replied, "My lord! Have mercy on this poor farmer. I don't know what I did to deserve being brought here. I beg of you, I'll do anything! Just leave my family in peace to work the land like we've done for generations."
The voice clicked its tongue. "My dear simple Rowan. It's not what you did, it's what you failed to do."
"What, my lord?"
"You have been married for one year now, have you not?" The voice continued. "Not once did you tell me what a beauty your wife was. I had to hear it from my tax collector. He was quite thorough in describing her. Now tell me, do I not own everything in my domain?"
"Yes, my lord. But I wouldn't dare approach your palace, it's not my place."
"The reason for your failure does not excuse you from punishment. You have done me wrong, Rowan. And you are here to receive justice."
"Mercy my lord!"
"Your dear wife must dine with me once a week." The voice laughed sinisterly. "That should give her enough time to recover."
"No!"
Siren brought the riding crop down on his neck. The snap echoed in the hall. Rowan cried out in pain.
Siren yelled, "Silence!"
The voice continued to chuckle as lights from the ceiling illuminated the throne clearly. The lights first showed the figure kneeling. Carmen was almost completely naked, only the band of her panties held on, torn away from her crotch and in tatters. She was bent over and bobbing her head on the crotch of the figure sitting on the throne. Whoever was sitting, was resting his head on his hand, his elbow supported by the arm of the chair. Siren behind him gave a little chuckle.
"Carmen!" Rowan said this time in a strained voice.
The lights finally illuminated the face of the prince. When it did, Rowan's mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide.
"Stefan? What are you doing!?"
Lora wound her hand back and slapped Rowan in the face. "That's prince Stefan to you, on your knees peasant. Seems like you need a lesson in manners." She pulled hard on the chain and Rowan fell on his hands and knees. Siren brought her crop up to his neck and pulled his head up to watch Carmen continue to fellate his best friend.
Stefan broke character for a moment to give Rowan a wink and thumbs-up. Siren and Lora both rolled their eyes. A moment later he resumed his superior sneer. "My dear little man, all I wanted was a taste of what you so greedily kept to yourself. My my, she is quite good at this." Stefan reached down and started to stroke Carmen's hair while she made gagging sounds, taking him deeply into her throat. Stefan grunted and then pushed her head all the way down. Carmen's arms flailed, trying to push away from the vampire prince, but Stefan wouldn't let go and simply twitched as he filled her belly with grey nictid cum. He then pulled her hair and tilted her head back. She coughed and a stream of ejaculate bubbled across her cheek.
"Simply delightful. Rowan, I'm so glad you had spent the time with the matchmaker to find yourself the perfect wife. Unfortunately, she should have advised you not to court good looking maidens on my lands. A plain girl would have suited you much better. Come girl, sit on your prince's lap, your dear husband needs to learn how grave his mistake was."
"Yes my lord."
Rowan saw Carmen stand up slowly and get up on the throne on her knees. Stefan stroked his lavender nictid cock to hardness. Carmen adjusted and swung a leg over Stefan's lap, facing the hall and Rowan. She didn't look Rowan in the eyes, but stared at a spot on the floor. She blushed and covered her breasts by putting one hand on her other straightened elbow. Her pelvis rocked ever so slightly so that Stefan's head was nuzzling her slit.
"You bastard!"
Carmen burst out, "Rowan would you stop! Don't give him a reason to hurt you. The prince has been very considerate to me… so far." She rocked up and down faster. "He promised me he wouldn't harm you if I surrendered my body to him." She bit her lip. "This is for you Rowan."
Rowan gritted his teeth and balled a fist. Siren jerked the riding crop slightly to show him his dire position.
Stefan sat up and whispered in Carmen's ear, just loud enough for Rowan to hear. "Please me."
"Yes my lord." Carmen reached down and guided the purple nictid cock inside her puffy pussy. It slid in easily as Carmen straddled Stefan, lowering herself down. She made a long singular moan the entire time she slid down his girthy column.
Rowan's body and mind agreed, the scene in front of them was hot. Some mental scar tissue he had developed over the past weeks helped him separate the emotional torment he was experiencing and the raw sexuality of the scene presented to him. No porn stream on the net could compare to what he was witnessing. His dong pitched a tent under his tunic and he reached for it. Sliding his fingers up and down the length, hiding and revealing his glans with his foreskin. Precum already dripped from the tip.
Stefan laughed, "See Carmen? I told you your pathetic husband would find this enjoyable. Let's show him what he wants to see." The vampire reached up and roughly groped Carmen's teardrop breasts, mashing them in circles and then pulling on the nipples. The cyborg gasped and dug her fingernails into the arms of the throne. She threw her head back, and tried to stifle a high pitched yelp.
Stefan started to buck up while Carmen used her thighs to slap her ass down on his crotch, already making that signature smacking sound of shameless sex. Rowan stroked harder, now lubricating his shaft with his own precum. His face was red with shame. Rowan wasn't holding back and ready to blow when he felt the hair on his scalp getting pulled. He let go and shot his hands out to steady himself.
"Don't you dare cum without my permission, peasant!" Siren growled, bearing her fangs. She brought the riding crop across the back of his legs. He winced but he felt his erection grow stronger.
"Take off your filthy shirt you swine." When Rowan did so, the bat winged vampire brought down three more strikes with her leather crop across his buttocks. Red welts appeared in the shape of the crop's small rectangular end.
"Lovely," Siren purred. "You get marked so easily."
"Why are you doing this?" Why am I getting hard?! I was never into this!
Lora stepped forward and pointed to his dripping cock. "Darling, that cum is for us now. You'll be serving Siren and me for as long as your body can hold out." Lora pulled on his chain and brought him to the ground on his back. He turned his head to see Carmen was biting her hand and whining as Stefan's veiny dong pistoned inside of her.
Lora hooked his chin with her finger and forced him to look at her fit body. "Rowan, why would you look at a woman who's betraying you? Her body has already surrendered itself to the prince. You're nothing to her now."
Carmen yelled out, "That's not true Rowan, don't believe her! Aaaagh, fuck, this cock… it's so. Mmmmph haa!"
Stefan's laughter filled the throne room.
Lora tried to act confident but Rowan looked in her eyes and saw hesitation. She straddled him and ripped apart his tunic and exposed his erect manhood.
Rowan moved his hands to her hips and massaged slightly. He nodded to her and she smiled, relaxing. Lora then pulled her night gown off her shoulders exposing her pale breasts. "Why not give her a taste of her own medicine Rowan. Throw it back in her face."
"But I love Carmen!" His hands stroked her soft skin under her nightie.
"Darling, you don't love her!" Her mask dropped, revealing something in her eyes that bordered on insanity. "You love me! You had me first, I remember every detail! I'll show you!" She lifted his cock to point upwards and slammed her hips down on him. His wang rammed up her drenched pussy and pushed aggressively against the rubbery bump that was the entrance to her womb. Lora's eyes opened wide and she screamed in surprise, pain, and ecstasy. Stefan stopped pumping Carmen and Siren took a step back.
"Lora, are you okay?"
"It's just bigger than I remember." She struggled to rise up his shaft before bringing it down again. "Aaaagh!"
Lora's pussy clamped down on him. She must be thinking that Carmen's memories were her own.
He reached up and pulled her down by the shoulders to him and kissed her on the lips. He then whispered in her ear. "You feel so good Lora, you're doing great. Keep it up. I want you!" He reached for her pump buttocks and started to roll them up and down, bringing her cunt down on his cock, gentler than before.
"Thank you Darling, you're the best!" She kissed him and forced her tongue between his teeth. Her glasses fell down her nose and she tossed them aside, tumbling on the red carpet a few feet away.
"Rowan!" Carmen called out. "How could you!"
Stefan pulled on Carmen's hair, exposing her neck. "You think you would get off with a simple fucking dear Carmen? No one gets out of here without a little pain. Witness the corruption of your husband while I dine." The vampire bared his fangs and sunk them into the side of her neck. Blood trickled down her shoulder and between her breasts, red as sunlight passing through a glass of wine. Carmen only let out a weak protest before her eyelids drooped and she gave into the moment.
Lora's mouth migrated from Rowan's lips to his neck. The frantic girl licked and sucked on his neck while he bucked up against her tight gash. She whined before saying, "Give me your blood boy."
This wasn't part of the script. "But…"
Lora sank her prosthetic fangs into his neck, drawing blood. She pulled her teeth away and started to suck on his wounds. Rowan winced at the pinch he felt in his neck, but his manhood throbbed inside her even harder. The thought of being someone's meal while being used as sex slave pushed him over the edge. He gripped Lora's rump firmly and thrust into her pussy repeatedly until he ejaculated deeply into her. He could feel Lora's insides fluttering in his final moments. She let out a high pitched moan and cradled his head. She ground her pelvis down on his manhood, milking every last drop of sperm from it as it twitched.
"Rowan's cum is really inside me now. This is what truley feels like." She affectionately made out with him, her chin was still slick with his blood.
Rowan turned his gaze to see Carmen was now bent over the arm of the throne and Stefan was thrusting his cock into her anus. Carmen was gritting her teeth and gasping.
"No peeking slave!" Siren cried out and swatted him on the leg. "Anyway it's my fucking turn. Get off him Lora."
"No fair Siren, Darling is mine."
"He's ours Lora, get it through your circuits. We all have Carmen's memories." Siren grabbed Lora's shoulder and pulled to the side, making her roll off him. His cock bent and then pulled out of her with a pop, sending a string of spunk in an ark across his belly.
"Rowan, you're going to have to work hard for me. Do you understand?"
"Huh?"
"Say you understand!" She swatted his inner thigh.
"Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress Siren."
"Better," she said grudgingly. She straddled him with her stiletto high heels and then assumed a sixty nine position. "You better make me cum boy before I make you spurt or I'll cut your head off, you hear me?"
"Yes mistress!" Rowan wasted no time plunging his blood stained mouth onto Siren's pussy, aiming his tongue directly at her clitoris that just poked its head up above her slit.
"Yes boy, that's it!"
Rowan felt an incredibly hot and soft mouth suck at his cock. There was no doubt that Siren meant to get Rowan to cum first so she could punish him in some sadistic way. He wet his middle and pointer fingers and then started teasing her asshole while he sucked on her clit like it was a teat.
"How…how dare you do that to a high born nictid!" Siren tensed up for a few moments, whining at the unfairness of the maneuver. The cyborg flapped her bat wings twice and then relaxed her anus, accepting two of his digits into her rectum.
Rowan's mind discarded any attempts at rational thought. He was lost in the moment, slurping on the delicious folds of Siren's gyrating pussy. Lora scooched around the pair looking for anything that she could use to help her through this moment. On her knees,she reached for his free hand and put it on the peachlike surface of her vulva. Rowan's fingers plunged inside, curled, and made 'come-hither' motions to stimulate her g-spot. She cried out in satisfaction. "That's it Darling, make me squirt."
From the sounds that Siren was making, he thought he might be able to win this sexual duel. She hummed, laughed, and gagged as Rowan added more and more suction to her sensitive pussy.
Then Siren pulled away from his cock and said in a husky voice? "I can't believe a peasant is going to beat me. Your cock is stretching me at just the right amount. If you keep this up I'll have to lock you up and keep you all to myself! Aaaaiiii!" She stroked him with light fast strokes designed to make him cum quickly. While she did this her mouth went down and bit into his inner thigh. Feeling the sharp pain on his leg, he knew she was going to start feeding.
In a last ditch attempt he sucked as hard as he could on her clit, causing her to scream in orgasm while she was lapping up the blood from the thigh bite. Clear fluid from her pussy splashed on his lips as his nuts surrendered their essence. Sticky ropes of jism flew into the air past Siren's head and fell down as pearlescent lines of spunk between her bat wings. Then tunnel vision came to him and he passed out.
….
Rowan woke up to see Carmen lying next to him in the cyborg maintenance room, staring lovingly into his eyes. Both were taking blood transfusions. Carmen gingerly held Rowan's hand to her face, closed her eyes and smiled. "I love you Darling."
"I love you too Carmen." He squeezed her hand.
He heard footsteps and then Rowan saw his friend look down on him.
Stefan patted him on the shoulder. "How's it going bro. How are you feeling?"
Rowan chuckled. "Drained. In more ways than one."
Stefan nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry about not telling you. I wanted to really get the experience. Are we good?"
Rowan shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess. I think the less personal it is the better I can handle it. Having a friend do it, makes it hurt more."
Carmen giggled. "My Darling's getting possessive now? Didn't you just get fucked within an inch of your life by two vampires?"
Rowan winced. "That's fair."
Stefan nodded. "Don't worry. If I kept up a routine here, I'd lose all my money in a year." He backed up and walked to the door. "By the way, would you happen to have Paige's contact info? I, uhhh, found an earring she left at the club when we went dancing and I'd like to give it back to her."
Rowan lifted his hand and gave Stefan the finger. "Fuck off Stefan, she doesn't like you."
"Alright alright. See you tonight at the club?"
"Sure. But I'm drinking Shirley Temples."
Carmen reached out and caressed Rowan's cheek. "Make sure you come home early Darling, I need to reclaim what's mine."