This is a story about abduction and non-consent. In the real world, please always do enthusiastic positive consent. Thank you!They call me their anima... and I obey. I hate that I like it. They think I belong on my knees in front of them, my legs spread and my breasts bare… The trouble is, I have come to the conclusion that they may be right.The old world, the human world, seems so far away now.This all started when I went with my friend to new vampire bar. It was past midnight and I was tired.. And she no longer winced in pain or tried to stop the invader hammering the walls of her womb. Instead, her hands braced against the wall separating us and helped her to push back against the horsecock he was feeding her. Her head hung down, mouth hanging open, almost or sometimes drooling as if all the life had been fucked out of her during anyone one of her five counted orgasms. The first happened as he forced himself inside; she bit her lip as he pressed the head against her moist lips,. I love ya.”“Love you too.”With that, she walks out and I head back into the bar. A seat’s still open next to that cute girl with the short hair. I walk over. “Is someone sitting here?” I ask.She turns to me and her face lights up in surprise. “Kai?” she asks with a familiar voice.“Yeah… Do I know you?” She looks familiar, but I definitely would remember meeting a girl like her.“Well, it’s a little complicated… But you look good… Really good,” she says as her eyes travel up and down my body. “By. I thought about just going onwards by myself, but I decided that our prior plan of caution was the wiser choice. Besides, now that I knew that the tunnel was here, I was quite curious to see exactly how much smuggling traffic ... and armed security it had. I'd also need quite a bit of time to map it properly or else my intrusion into this criminal underworld would probably be for nothing!At the dot of five minutes after we had made our entry we now left, locking the steel doors behind us. While.