But she was sitting in a chair, with Serana riding one of her legs, rubbing herself on Lydia’s armor.“That’s got to be a bit rough, isn’t it?�...�“Oh, Martina, that was so ... I don’t know what. I’m sorry, I just had to do something. At least I knew to do this from the years with Mother.”“I understand.”Sybille was still confused. “I still don’t understand. I’m two and a half centuries old, and I feel like a young and giddy schoolgirl. And vampires ... we don’t sweat.”“Well, it looks like Serana has. She learned to stop and pose. She learned to display herself for inspection, which she found to be highly humiliating.Each day brought multiple orgasms. The girls had not beaten her again. They did use the riding crop occasionally to correct her but that was child’s play compared to the horrid paddle that she had been beaten with originally. Instead of relying on punishment to mold their new pony, the twins focused on rewarding her for good behavior. Whenever she mastered a new pace or pose,. She leaned over and told me that the only reason we met at the bar was so she didn’t seem like a slut, but as turned on as she was she no longer cared about first impressions. She suggested we leave the bar and get a room as close as possible because she couldn’t wait to taste my cock. Once we’d checked in, she told me how she’d fantasized about this moment and the urge to fuck me right now was uncontrollable. She slowly undressed down to her panties and then turned to me and began. A curtain was lifted from her mind, if only for a second. And she knew. She knew and cried. She cried and balled herself into a fetal position.All was lost for sure.All her female friends must be stupid bimbos by now. Vacant eyed, grossly titted sluts like her little sister. All was surely lost, all was over.Buffy sobbed in her dark prison.She hardly noticed how her hand once again slipped between her thighs, sinking into her wetness. It found her screaming clit.Her body arched. She came once.