Danica's Bitch

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Hannibal was very ill...He felt like he was having the worst case of strep throat ever known to man. He was feverish, but chilled...His mouth felt sore. It was as if he'd been chewing super-tough gum for far too long. He was also terribly thirsty. He wondered if he might have gotten dehydrated...

At this point, he had yelled himself horse and was too weak to even consider trying it anymore. So, he just lay in a position that was as close to fetal as he could get, with his shackles. He tried to will himself well enough, to get away from the crazy, goth, bitch who'd kidnapped him...

He could hear a clicking...It was Danica's stilettos on the hard marble floor...

She shifted impatiently..."Are you done yet?"

"Because I've got plans...I'm HORNY, dammit!!" she whined. Danica could hear him shuddering within the ultra-modern confines that was his coffin.

She lifted the lid and mimicked the actions of a mother caressing her sick child...She sat, indian style on the floor next to the coffin. His head lay on her lap and she stroked his damp hair...

"Poor, baby...Thirsty?"

"I need, wa-"

She put a black-nailed finger to his lips. "SHHHH!!! I KNOW what you need, baby..."

She reached into her breast-pocket and whipped out a flip-phone/walkie-talkie....After a moment, she said... "Send him in."

A preppy boy, who couldn't be more than seventeen, appeared in the doorway..."Danica? What's going on? I thought you said-"

"Hush, boy. Your time has come, tonight...Come here." A sickening smile spread on her lips and she beckoned with her free hand...

"Come close to me darling, I want a kiss."

Clearly love-sick, the boy rushed to her, his eyes expressing an inoccent loving openness, only one so young, would have.

She kissed the boy passionately, above him...Clearly, he was used to seeing coffins with chained-up strangers in them.

Danica suddenly pulled back and grabbed him by the neck, with lightening quick reflexes. She held him at arm's length, her black nails digging into his skin. The boy managed no more than a horse gurgling sound.

Danica to Hannibal... "Here ya' go, babe." *rip-snap!*

She simultaneously pierced his jugular and snapped his neck. His head hung in a grotesque manner...Blood flowed freely from his wound. It spurted at first, wetting Danica's chic outfit. She made a futile swipe at her stained expensive blouse... "UGH! My GUCCI!!" ...And then resigned herself to licking her fingers.

The blood dribbled down her and the boy's chests and into her lap, where Hannibal lay shaking...His eyes widened in horror at what he just witnessed, but he was too sick to do anything but, allow the blood to flow onto his face...And into his mouth...And then he was tasting it..And greedily slurping it down...

Danica's mouth opened into a blood streaked grin..."Good..."

Some disturbingly, distant, part of him revolted at what he was doing, but the instant addict, that he now was, more than enjoyed it. It was perfection.

His body seemed to heat up, with a feeling beyond any he could imagine...His body hummed with it. All that was left was this blood-red-rapture, taking over every single one of his senses.

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As he came too, he was aware of a three things, his heightened senses, that he felt much stronger, and the fact that his tongue was buried in someone's pussy.

"Whubdafub?!"

"What, baby?"

Hannibal managed to wrench his head from her grasp, just long enough to clarify. "WHAT THE FUCK??!!"

"Oh, you are SUCH a great pussy-eater when you've been fed...I am SO glad I turned you. What's your name, pet?"

"Hannibal King...Not that I don't mind eating pussy, I'd just rather not have ruffies, x, or whatever else you slipped me, be the reason..."

She ignored this. "Hannibal King.." She chuckled at the absurdity of it. "Wonderful."

"Well, Hannibal, you're mine now."

"What did you do to me?"

"..."

"You're kidding right?..."

"..."

"Oh come on, you can't be that stupid..."

"..."

"Vampire? HELLO!"

Hannibal licked his teeth to confirm...

"FUUUUUCK!!! Fuck. Fuck. Fuckickity. FUCK!"

"Oh, it's not bad...You'll love being a vampire...Sooo much power."

"No, you evil blood-sucking bitch, I was talking about your pussy...Do you like, eat a hundred drunken pissy bums a night, or something?!"

Danica smacked him hard across the face, leaving a bright mark.

"If you don't shut-up, that's all I'll allow YOU to have..."

"I thought you liked my sense of humor-"

Danica managed to wrap a length of chain around Hannibal's neck, cinching it so it bit into his sensitive skin there.

"No...What I really like is what you and your glorious body can do for me..."

She straddled him, slipping his dick inside her with one deft move. He tried to suck in his breath.
She rode him roughly... He was aroused but only up to a point...It had become distant and painful after many minutes of her mindless fucking and he couldn't come.

When she lifted herself from his body, finally sated by an oragasm, he saw why...She'd put a cock ring on him.

She saw him glance down.

"You come, when I say you can come. She rasped harshly."

She grabbed him by the chain on his neck.

"You always please me first."

She finally let out the slack in the chain around his neck.

He coughed and rubbed the raw skin on his neck.

"You stay in here. You eat, when I feed you. You get clean, when I bathe you."

" YOU. SERVE. ME."

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TO BE CONTINUED...