The Vampire Club’s Blood Auction

Draven and Mircea were fucking me at the same time, one from behind and the other from the front, while Selene bit my left nipple and slowly drank the blood gushing from it. I felt my other breast emptying under Tobías’s mouth, as he sucked the milk with a relentless hunger. There was no pain anywhere in my body. Only a succession of orgasms linking one to the next without letting me breathe.

With my eyes closed, I offered them my breasts and held their heads. I wanted my movements, as I was being fucked hard, not to pull their mouths away from those so sensitive parts that were now serving them as food. Each thrust tore another moan from me, and each moan blurred into the next.

When the two of them came inside me, they forced me to my feet and changed positions. They sat me astride Tobías, the youngest, and took possession of my breasts again. While the blond boy’s cock filled me completely, the two vampires brought their mouths close and sank their fangs right into the nipples, into the liveliest point. I would have screamed with pure pleasure if Selene had not filled my mouth with one of her breasts at that very instant, inviting me to bite it.

With their fangs buried to the hilt, there was no danger of my nipples slipping from their mouths no matter how much I jumped. I bit Selene’s nipple to stifle my own cries, and it was she who pressed her breast against my face, as if afraid I might let go. I could feel her shudder each time I closed my teeth, but she made no move to pull away. The fluids were running down the inside of her thighs.

After two more orgasms on my part, and Tobías emptying himself inside me too, they pulled their mouths away and devoted themselves to licking up the last drops of milk and blood beading from the wounds.

—Sweetheart, you’ve given plenty of blood for now —said Selene, running her tongue over my breast.

—Let’s rest a little and recover our strength.

I didn’t understand what they needed to recover from, after the feast they had just made of my body. But I did feel weak, my legs shaky and a tremor I couldn’t control running through me. My nipples hurt terribly, marked with deep wounds where the fangs had gone in, speckled with tiny red drops.

Those drops vanished quickly under Selene’s tongue, which cleaned me and closed the wounds with her saliva. Saliva that healed and soothed the burning at the same time.

—Sweetheart, now you can rest. Later we’ll go to the main hall, where you’ll see the women who are auctioned off to be used as food and entertainment, depending on the whim of whoever buys them.

***

Draven looked at me for a moment and, after exchanging a glance with Mircea, pointed at me.

—In that hall only whoever has power over her can use her. While she’s wearing the red collar, touching her is forbidden —he said—. Only you would be allowed to have her, and the slightest contact would be off-limits to us.

Selene nodded. She took a green collar and swapped it for the red one I had been wearing until then. The gesture was so simple it took me a moment to understand what it meant.

—Sweetheart, don’t worry —she told me—. Even wearing this collar, no one can touch you without our permission, and they’d have to pay a lot to get it. We won’t put you up for auction. Only we’ll be able to enjoy you.

Honestly, I wasn’t reassured. And much less so when we entered the main hall and every gaze turned toward us at once.

Two women entering, one of them naked and with bite marks on her breasts, drew the attention of the entire room. With the green collar I didn’t feel safe, not after seeing what they did to other girls wearing exactly that color.

On the way to where they served drinks (goblets of blood for those who couldn’t drink directly from the wet nurses), I was able to see how some women were used to feed or entertain those present.

Those who showed their breasts through the openings in a wall were bitten in turns. The clients paid and took shifts to sink their teeth into those breasts whose owners could not see them. A blonde with enormous breasts was being whipped and writhed like a worm every time the lash struck her softest flesh. The reddish marks crossing her tits and thighs testified to the skill of the one wielding the whip.

In another part of the hall, a group admired a splendid brunette, with a model’s body, hanging by the arms inside a large glass urn. Several birds fluttered around her, looking for an exposed patch of skin where they could drive their beaks in. They pecked at her nipples and drank the blood that flowed; others, perched on her shoulders, nibbled at her ears while she shook her head trying to drive them off. There wasn’t a single part of her body without a red trail.

Noticing my interest in those birds, Selene explained:

—Sweetheart, those birds are called vampire finches. In the wild they feed on mammals’ blood. Here they’ve been trained to drink from the women we put on display. They don’t always eat blood, they also eat seeds, but they’re made to go hungry so they’ll sate themselves on them. They’re taught to peck where the blood flow is strongest. As you can see, that really excites the crowd.

There wasn’t a place I looked where some woman wasn’t being bitten or punished.

***

Selene ordered a tonic drink to be brought to me. It revived me instantly and I felt warmth rise up through me. After the third glass I had already recovered from the weakness, back in full form and, besides, a little euphoric, as if I’d had several glasses of liquor. So euphoric I wouldn’t have minded letting myself be bitten by a dozen of those vampires prowling the hall, thirsty.

I could feel my nipples so hard they were starting to hurt, and my cunt soaked through, fluids running down my thighs.

I don’t know what was in that brew, but it had me totally amped.

Now I didn’t mind Draven and Mircea fondling my tits, pinching my nipples and tugging on them to test their elasticity. Selene enjoyed seeing me like that. Or maybe she felt envious that she wasn’t the one being treated that way. I let them do as they pleased, because I knew it was the ritual they always followed before biting me, as if they were assessing where they were going to start.

She took me by the arm and, followed by the two vampires, led me to a chest the size of a large sarcophagus, set against one side of the hall.

—Sweetheart, I’ve got a surprise for you —she said—. This will remind you of your initiation, when you started giving blood to feed Draven. You have to bend over and put your tits into those two round openings in the lid.

Looking more closely, I saw it: on the top, the box had two openings the exact size for inserting breasts, just like that wall where other women’s breasts jutted out, held from the other side. I had no idea what would be inside, but I was certain I’d feel it in my own flesh soon enough.

I was so aroused that I didn’t mind bending over and letting them sink both breasts into the openings. They passed a belt around my waist and back and left me immobilized against the black wood.

***

My attention shifted to my cunt when Draven spread my legs and shoved in until his cock was buried to the hilt. His thighs crushed my ass with every thrust, and if I hadn’t been so wet he would have hurt me.

I was busy feeling him grow inside me when, all at once, I felt something sharp rest against the tip of my left nipple and slowly, relentlessly, penetrate it. They were putting a huge needle through my nipple. That was the sensation, at least.

The belt at my back made it impossible for me to move and pull my breast out of that opening. I had no choice but to scream in pain, and my scream only served to heighten Draven’s arousal and the force of his thrusts.

The piercing object went deeper and deeper, until it made me think it would never stop penetrating. It couldn’t be a fang, given how long it was. It reminded me of the stilettos Draven had used the first time he fed from my breasts.

When it reached the bottom, it began to come out slowly, almost all the way, only to go back in with a pumping motion, as if it were fucking my nipple. My throat hurt from screaming so much, and only hoarse moans came out each time the spike plunged in.

The feeling of the cock in my sex faded into the background. All my senses focused on my breast. And the pain of that spike going in and out turned into pleasure when a mouth took hold of the nipple to suck the blood from the wound.

Someone I couldn’t see was feeding from me through an open wound made with something thin and cruel, some kind of awl. Now it was their lips pressing and sucking my swollen nipple, stretching it to release it and catch it again.

After a while, without my realizing that Mircea had replaced Draven in my sex, the stranger drinking from my breast let go of that nipple and held the other to repeat the operation.

I already knew what was coming, and the burning in my throat barely let me scream. The steps repeated: prick, pull out, prick again, widen the wound until blood poured out freely.

I felt the mouth sucking again while Mircea fucked me hard, gripping my hair, yanking my head back. That whole mass of sensations drove me to a brutal orgasm that they barely noticed, because my cries of pain could no longer be distinguished from those of sheer pleasure.

My head rested against the black wood when Mircea came and pulled out, leaving trails of semen down my thighs.

***

I feared they were going to whip my ass, the way I could see them doing to another woman they had just raped and were now punishing savagely. They had probably whipped her breasts before, because they were covered in terrible welts. I was sweating just at the thought of them doing the same to me, with my nipples already ruined. A lash in that state would have been unbearable torture.

When they loosened the belt and I could sit up, the first thing I did was put my hands to my breasts to check that my nipples were still in place. It felt as if they’d been ripped off by a bite. They were still there, but with terrible incisions in the center, surrounded by congealed blood.

From the look Selene gave me, I could guess how much she wanted to suck them again.

—Sweetheart, you have very appetizing nipples —she said, bringing her mouth closer.

I could hardly believe it. She held both breasts and began to lick them carefully.

—Do you know who made your nipples so desirable? —she murmured between licks—. I owed Tobías the favor of letting him drink from me earlier. He doesn’t have fangs, so he had to use an awl to open those wounds and feed.

Tobías hadn’t been content with draining my milk. After that, he had drained my blood too.

—Let me suck your wounds, sweetheart. It’ll ease the pain and they’ll close faster.

It was true that her saliva, on other occasions, had made wounds heal in no time. And besides, it gave me pleasure to feel her tongue running over my nipples.

***

As I felt the relief, I saw Draven talking to someone in a human way, but with the skin of his face completely pale and covered in wrinkles, like a dry white fig. More than skin, it looked like crumpled paper. When he spoke, he showed two fangs like a snake’s, protruding from his upper jaw. The rest of his mouth had not a single tooth.

He kept staring at me with expressionless eyes. From his gestures I had no doubt they were talking about me and about the oddity of my wearing the green collar.

A sixth sense warned me of the danger that being could pose if he got the right to feed from me. Those long fangs could wreak havoc on my already battered nipples. I couldn’t let Selene put my breasts back in the sarcophagus with him inside.

Mircea came over and, pointing at Draven, told us that the old vampire was offering a lot of money to be alone with me in a private room. He wanted to feed and fuck me, just as I had seen the others do while I was tied to the box.

—Selene, please, put the red collar back on me —I begged—. Look at my breasts.

They were practically sewn up with bites, both nipples drilled through the center. They hurt so much that without the balm of her saliva the burning became unbearable.

—Sweetheart, you can’t change collars in this hall, especially not in the middle of a deal with an offer on the table —she replied—. The only thing you can do is refuse the offer and leave. Once we’re outside, I could change it then.

—No, please, for anything. You can’t let him bite my breasts like this. Let’s get out and you can put the red one on me. I promise that another time I’ll let him feed, and you can even do it yourself while he fucks me. In these conditions I wouldn’t be able to take it.

A cold sweat was running down my back. Feeling those fangs in my nipples would be like letting a snake bite me, with the only difference that a snake injects venom and that being only wanted blood.

Selene didn’t seem convinced about giving up so much money and the favor of one of the hall’s most influential vampires. She looked at my breasts, then at my face, and for an endless moment I had no idea which collar I’d end up wearing.