The priest pounded her, his thrusts relentless, and his fingers found her clit, pressing with a precision that nearly made her orgasm on the spot, but she held it in until she heard the magic words, “Veni nunc, virgo sacra.”Come now, sacred virgin.
Her back arched off the altar, and she screamed her pleasure while the vampires held her firm, and the priest’s cock drove her through wave after wave of pleasure.
And then came the next part, which she brought on by pleading, “Have pity, Pontifex, the gods weep for me! Mercy! I plead though to go not so deep!”
And with that, he pulled out, lined up at her ass, and then thrust in as violently as he’d taken her cunt. Her screams were real this time because he was thicker than expected, and she hadn’t been stretched — but she’d agreed to this, soshe fought the vampires holding her down and screamed the lines she’d memorized.
“Pontifex, please spare this humble servant! Go gently, I plead!”
And then later, “Please, Revered One, ease this torment! I can’t bear it!”
But the vampires at her side held her firm, and the one between her legs worked her clit until she orgasmed again, the ceremony’s final climax a perfect blend of staged pain and real ecstasy.
She heard the whore scene being acted out beside her while her vampire fucked her ass with gusto. From this point forward, he was performing for the audience, showing he could last the entire time, fucking someone with fervor and endurance, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm without a bite, which wouldn’t happen on stage until the end.
Screams echoed and reverberated in the audience as the vampires began fucking their assigned flock member, and then focused back on the stage, where the gladiator guy was brutally taking his new virgin bride.
Later came the slave who’d burned breakfast, caned with an actual Roman walking cane. Not like a normal BDSM cane at all, so the actress had to be a level-three. Twelve fast strikes with the slave screaming, the ritual rhythm of punishment becoming the theater’s heartbeat — crack-crack-crack in rapid succession, red welts blooming instantly across her ass, her body jerking forward with each one, thighs quivering as she gripped the table’s edge. By thesixth, her desperate cries cracked into sobs; by the ninth, her screams echoed off the rounded walls. Immediately following the twelfth, the cane was handed off to someone while the vampire lined up, and he plunged into her ass the very second he had both hands available to grasp her hips, and he drove in with a violence everyone in the room witnessed.
Emmy had another orgasm during the end of the caning, her own body clenching in sympathy while the gazelle shifter screamed in true erotic pain.
Then came the other shifter’s lines, performed with perfection, her words coarser than Emmy’s had been while she promised to do better, and she apologized and begged for a mercy she never received.
“Master!” She wailed. “I’ll cook true next time! Spare this wretched hide!” Her voice cracked, hips bucking against the thrust, the audience breathless as she groaned, “Forgive me, I beg of you to recognize my contrition! I accept whatever my master decrees for penance, please, let me prove my worth!” The raw plea turned sultry, her body arching in staged agony that morphed into a shuddering moan, further igniting the crowd’s lust as she cried, “Show mercy, Master! I have sinned! I was wrong! Fill me to redeem my shame, but please have mercy!”
The slave’s pleas collapsed into hoarse sobs, and Emmy considered begging her vampire to fuck her pussy a while and have mercy on her sore asshole, but then he put his hand on her clit again and brought her to yet another orgasm, and all thoughts left her mind.
And then there were just the sounds of fucking and torture in the round theater. She could hear Felix screaming occasionally, but she recognized his erotic pain in them, so it just amped her own arousal even more. There were sounds of caning and flogging, especially on the first row, where the level threes were, and she wished her vampire would turn her over to fuck her a while, so she could watch.
But mostly, she existed in a sexual haze, and when he realized she was thinking, he’d do something to bring on more orgasms.
Eventually, she heard the cymbals out in the audience, the sound denoting it was time for the actual feeding frenzy.
Emmy’s vampire of the night leaned over and sank his fangs into her left breast, just above the curve, an initial sharp sting that morphed into a flood of warmth as his pleasure cocktail injected, freezing her in place.
Her body locked, muscles rigid, every nerve alight with a delicious ache that held her captive on the altar. The vampire drank steadily, his lips sealed tight, sucking her lifeblood into himself while his cock was still buried in her fucked-raw asshole.
Just before he finished, he injected the orgasm cocktail, and her muscles obeyed her once again. She writhed, hips bucking with pleasure, and a scream tore from her throat as ecstasy rocketed through her in waves. Her back arched, her hands slapped at the table, her insides spasmed and jerked, pussy muscles clenching on nothing, asshole on fire as the vampire pistoned in and out, ramping himself up and up until hefinallystilled, filling her full.
He stood there perhaps fifteen seconds before he pulled out, gently patted her inner leg, and said, “The offer stands. If you wish to accept it, Spence can get your message to me.”
And he was gone, vampire fast.
She heard others finishing up, screams and moans echoing around her, but she only readjusted herself on the table, rolling to her side for comfort, and just enjoyed her bliss. She had no idea how many orgasms he’d pulled from her, but there’d been dozens and dozens. She was exhausted, sore, and completely sated.
Eventually, Spence came to her table and asked, “You okay?”
“Fine,” she rasped, a lazy smile tugging her lips. “Just soaking it in.”
He nodded, and she let him help her up. The two walked down the steps, off the stage, turned their costumes in at the door, and walked out naked. They took the pole down, the cool metal a jolt on her flesh. She slowed at her floor to push away and alight on the landing.
She needed a shower, but she didn’t want to lose this feeling, the drama and heat of the production still buzzing through her.
Rhea was in their room when she arrived, gathering clothes and her towel.
“Fuck,” Emmy told her with a smile. “I’m still on cloud nine.”
Before Rhea could respond, the door opened and Felix stumbled in. She gasped when he walked past her, his back a mess — whip marks with torn skin weeping red, and deepbruises on his ass and the backs of his thighs from another of those walking canes.
