. Shaking my head to clear my fuzzy brain I fought against the drug. I should know. The stretching instrument was withdrawn, a hand entered my cunt, a...other pressed against my belly.Gynaecologist. Suddenly it made sense. It had felt different because I was on all fours and not in a chair. Why hadn't he told me? But he didn't have to. For two years and a day I was his property.Silently, head hanging low, I endured the rest of the procedure. It was distressing, he wasn't exactly gentle, and it. Today!" he hissed."Why the baby?" I asked him."They taste better! They taste like candy." He licked his fangs, trying to intimidate me."Oh! I can understand that," I said. "I happen to think blondes taste better too. Well ... not better, sweeter."He frowned."You're too young and now you'll never know," I told him. "Redheads, brunettes, blondes taste different..."I turned my head to look at the terminal and leaned towards the vampire."Down there!" I whispered. "Like I said, blondes are sweeter.. I reveled inthe masochistic joy and the plug brought me along. I tried at first toact normal and managed to serve a few drinks, but soon the glasses onthe tray were clanking together. I stood and the tide of orgasm filledmy soul. I closed my eyes, I fought for breath. Then I convulsed as thethrows of orgasm hit me. At this point the plug stopped, but my climaxwas a freight train and it blasted through my soul. Sweat dripped downmy face, and I started to control my breathing. With eyes still. I straightened up and faced him, putting my hands on my hips to strikea sassy pose."It will be even more perfect once it's being stuffed by that bigfucking cock of yours," I said.Marcus grinned. Setting his drink back down, he stood up from the sofa,making me step back. He unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, andlet them drop to his knees. Then he pushed down a pair of royal blueboxers. He left his shirt on as he put his hands on my shoulders andturned me around."Bend over and put your.