Kapitel 152: Mavis' Bad End (Hotel Transylvania)
A/N: Mavis' Bad End was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in August of 2019. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Mind Break, Gangbang, NTR
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It's the middle of the day, and Mavis Dracula is resting. Of course, she is. As a vampire, Mavis can't exactly be out in the sunlight, she'll get burnt up into a crisp! Unfortunately, Johnny isn't quite nocturnal yet. He's slowly making the change, but their sleep schedules aren't quite aligned. He still ends up being asleep in the middle of the night, while she finds herself lightly resting in the middle of the day.
Of course, vampires don't actually sleep during the day. They don't sleep at all, being what they are. Instead, all they really do is find themselves growing more and more lethargic, the higher the sun rises in the sky, their power and their stamina altogether waning in the face of noon-time, when the sun is at is apex. This wouldn't be fair to Johnny, so Mavis doesn't force him to deal with her, sending him out on little errands when he won't just leave on his own.
Johnny will likely be back in another few hours, right as the sun is beginning to set. Luckily, the night life of this city is… spectacular. New Orleans, that's where they've decided to go for their honeymoon, and honestly, so far, it's been everything that Mavis could have ever wanted. She's even seen a few glimpses of the supernatural around in her and Johnny's nightly incursions into the Quarter, from werewolves to witches, to even other vampires here and there.
Lots more humans around than anything else though, Mavis had noticed. Lots and lots of humans. But then to be fair, this was America, home to over three hundred MILLION humans. When Johnny had first told her that, it had boggled the mind, if Mavis was being honest. But now that she'd been in the crowded streets of New Orleans night after night, she could believe it. She'd already encountered more humans in New Orleans than she had in her entire life, for sure.
Regardless, she was so very happy to finally be married to Johnny, and to finally be on their honeymoon. Her father meant well, as evidenced by the way he'd risked his life just to bring Johnny back to her after driving him away, but that didn't stop Dracula from being an overbearing parent in pretty much every way that mattered.
This wasn't only Mavis' first true incursion into the human world, this was her first time away from her dad… ever. She was out from under his oppressive love for once, and as much as she cared for him, as happy as she would be to go home and see him again once the honeymoon was over, for now Mavis was enjoying every last moment of this time away from him. She and Johnny had been spending a lot of time together, exploring the city… and each other's bodies. She loved it, sex. She loved doing it with Johnny, loved how he made her feel, and how she got to make him feel. She-
Mavis blinks as there's a sudden knock at the door and then something slides under and into the room. She slowly sits up, still lethargic as all hell, but eventually her gaze focuses and she's able to see what looks like an envelope sitting a foot away from the hotel room door, having been slid under the crack beneath the door.
Furrowing her brow, the young (by vampire standards) vampire slowly pushes off of the bed. She truly can't move any faster than that, and honestly, she likely wouldn't be moving at all if the circumstances weren't so… mysterious. Given that there's no further knocking at the door in the two minutes it takes for Mavis to stand up and sway her way across the room, she rightly assumes that whoever had stopped by and dropped off the envelope was already long gone.
So, instead of trying to open the hotel room door and possibly being forced to deal with some stranger, Mavis just reaches down and grabs up the envelope, taking it back over to the bed and sitting down on the end as she looks it over. The envelope itself is unmarked, so Mavis opens it up and reaches in to pull out the contents. What she gets is a square CD case, with a DVD inside. The case has the words 'WATCH ME' written in big black marker on the outside of it.
Mavis stares at it for a moment, nonplussed, before turning her eyes to the hotel room's television set. There was in fact a DVD player that came with the slightly out of date TV, so she began the process of rising to her feet once again, walking over and inserting the disc she'd been given into it. Making her way back to the bed, Mavis grabs the remote and starts up the video.
What happens next wakes the young vampire up faster than anything else could, her eyes widening and her nostrils flaring as a video of… her plays out on the screen. On the television set, Mavis watches herself being utterly pounded by about ten athletic looking young men. Each of them was better built than Johnny, and their cocks, either inside of her, in her hands, or in their own hands, were all bigger than Johnny's was. Mavis' mouth opens and closes in shock as she watches herself… enjoying being gangbanged by the human men on the screen.
"God, this pale bitch is a cock-hungry little whore, ain't she?"
"Fuck yeah, and so fucking tight too…"
As Mavis herself blushes deeply, bristling in anger, she can only freeze up as the Mavis on the screen, her of the past, lets the cock in her mouth pop out as she gives a giggle and a smile.
"I am! I'm a cock-hungry, tight little whore who needs to be FUCKED! Gimme your cum! Gimme, gimme, gimme!"
A choked sob exits Mavis' throat as she watches the gangbang continue after that, unabated. Tears well up in her eyes. How could she… when had this… HOW had this happened?! The sad thing was, Mavis kind of knew when it might have happened. Or at least, she had a few ideas. Put bluntly, she'd gone a little wild while being away from her father and on her honeymoon. She'd never been able to have as much alcohol as she wanted before… or as much blood either.
New Orleans was filled with humans who didn't mind getting black out drunk and then having a vampire nibble on them a little bit. That was all Mavis had done, she swore. She'd only ever nibbled, only ever sipped a little bit before moving on. She hadn't wanted to hurt anyone. Still, there had been nights when… where she had gaps. Gaps in her memory, from her drinking (both alcohol and blood) to her coming back to consciousness back in her hotel room, usually with Johnny… but sometimes not.
It wasn't a big deal, or so Mavis had thought. It was just… she was just making up for lost time and partying to her heart's content. That was fine, right? She hadn't thought… she didn't think she was capable of what she was seeing on the video in front of her. And yet, as the men who were fucking her began to cum, some inside and some all across her body, Mavis can only shudder in horror as the Mavis on the screen moans wantonly, slurping up seed like the whore she claimed to be, and visibly loving every last moment of the whole event.
Now she knew exactly when this had happened. Just two nights ago, she'd come back to herself from one of her mini-black outs in the shower rather than in the bed… they'd clearly brought her back, or she'd brought herself back and cleaned off in the shower before the drunkenness had worn off. And yet… and yet…
What WOULD your husband think?
Mavis' thought processes grind to a halt as those words play across the screen in front of her, the video coming to an end and that single sentence replacing it. She stares at the words for what feels like an eternity, but is really only about thirty seconds, before they fade away, only to be replaced with details on where to go and when, and even on what to wear.
A shudder runs down Mavis' spine as the words "What WOULD your husband think?" and the details switch in and out for about five minutes before the video ends. She stays where she is for another five minutes, just trying to process what had happened… and then the video starts to play again, and Mavis is up and across the room in five seconds flat, all of her vampiric lethargy gone as she ejects the DVD from the DVD player and breaks the CD in half with her hands. And then breaks those too, and again and again until she's positively shredded the CD into nothingness.
But that doesn't change the fact that there's video out there of her… of her being unfaithful to Johnny. A-and on her honeymoon as well. How shameful. How disgraceful. If Johnny were to find out, he would think the worst of her. There was absolutely no way for Mavis to properly spin this, not truly. She'd fucked up… and now, if she wanted to keep that a secret, she would have to do what these blackmailers said or else her entire life would come crumbling down around her ears.
A whimper leaves Mavis' throat and a tear slips down her pale cheek as she hugs herself close. This was bad… but she could hopefully stop it from getting worse. She just had to soldier on through…
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It's midnight when Mavis arrives at an empty end of the beach. Just a little ways off in the distance, she can actually see lots of people partying and hanging out, and even some bonfires lit up and going strong. But here and now, it's just her… and the men waiting for her. She's a little late, only because she had to make sure Johnny was truly asleep before she finally snuck out. And perhaps because she was a little embarrassed, given what she was forced to wear.
Blushing deeply, Mavis walks up to the two men with her coat pulled tightly around her. Both of them stare at her in silence, their hands clasped in front of them and their legs apart. Blushing, Mavis knows what they want without them having to say it, so, she slowly pulls open her coat and exposes herself to them. Underneath the raincoat, Mavis is wearing a slingshot bikini. She'd bought it to show off for Johnny, but somehow her blackmailers had known about her secret, clandestine purchase, and they'd demanded that she wear it to this little meeting.
Now, here she was, feeling undeniably exposed as the eyes of the two men rake up and down her barely-covered body appreciatively. She wished that the moon wasn't so full tonight, to be honest, because it and the stars, reflected on the ocean waves, were lighting up this part of the beach far too well, showing off her entire body without issue.
"It's good that you came, slut. Would have hated to have to ruin your marriage to that guy. What's his name again?"
Before Mavis can speak up, just as she's opening her mouth, the other guy overrides her.
"Heh, does it matter? Might as well call him cuckold!"
The two men laugh at their joke together, and Mavis fumes, blushing deeply and squeezing her hands into fists at her sides. If it weren't for the video, she'd teach them both a lesson they'd never forget. As it was, she had to remember the position she was in. But that didn't mean she was just going to stand there silently and not say ANYTHING.
"His name is Johnny, and I love him! L-Let's just get on with this! What do you want to delete that video? Money?"
The two men stop laughing and exchange a look for a second before slowly walking over to her. Mavis goes stiff, but stands her ground, allowing them to both invade her personal space as one leans in to sniff at her hair, and the other brings a hand up to casually grope one of her pale breasts.
"Money? Nah, doll face, we don't want your money. We want you, bitch."
One of them gestures behind them, to where a tarp is laid out across the sandy beach. The other suddenly grabs Mavis by the front of her sling-shot bikini, pulling either side out from her body for a moment, and drags her back onto said tarp. Mavis lets out a yelp, and instinctively begins to resist before she aborts the effort, knowing that she can't fight back right now. Still, she hates the thought of… of doing that with them.
"I-I can't… I-I'm a married woman!"
She knows deep down that she's grasping at straws, even before the two men laugh at her and continue to molest her.
"Don't be stupid, bitch. You're already an adulterer, we all know that. What's two more guys, when you fucked all of our friends the other night like that, yeah? You horny little cock-hungry whore."
Mavis blushes profusely at the reminder of what she'd agreed she was in the video. But she'd been drunk, it wasn't like she truly f-felt that way. Still, she doesn't try to stop them as they begin to touch her. They start by pulling on the sling-shot bikini again, this time dragging it up into the air so that the crotch of it ends up sliding up into her slit, giving her a wedgie as they cause it to ride up into her pussy.
Gasping and whimpering, Mavis clamps her lips shut to try to avoid moaning, but a moment later the other guy steps up with a bottle of something in his hands.
"Here, slut. Drink this."
"W-What is it?"
"Did I stutter? Drink it you stupid bimbo bitch. Or else your husband finds out what kind of woman you truly are. We'd be doing him a favor, wouldn't we? Giving him reason to drop your ass before he got in too deep."
"Damn right we would…"
Mavis bites her lower lip as she stares at the bottle, afraid. But in the end, she grasps it in her hands, unscrewing the lid and drinking down the contents. She almost wishes that it tasted bad, because at least then she could scrunch up her face in distaste and disgust. But no, the moment that it touches her lips, she's drinking every last drop. After all, it's partially blood-based, from what she can tell. But it's also so much more than that.
Mavis' eyes roll around in her head for a moment as a throaty moan leaves her lips, and now the touching that the guys are doing is… it's like it's been increased tenfold. The sensations, the way they're playing with her body, Mavis loves it. She hates it too, of course. She hates them, for doing this to her. But the way their hands feel on her is… it's good. It shouldn't be so good.
"Oh yeah bitch, now you're getting more into it, aren't you? This is the whore we heard so much about from the other night."
A flash of indignation rises up in Mavis, and she grits her teeth, even as she squirms under the unwanted, but altogether pleasure touches of the two men.
"Y-Yeah, I suppose… I suppose… oooh~"
She'd wanted to be snarky, to say something about how 'she supposed that men like them could only get with a woman like her by cheating', but in the end, her attempt at snark is cut off by her moans. And it's made all the worse when one of the men slides his hand down between her legs, past the crotch of her slingshot bikini, and thrusts two fingers up into her cunt. Mavis sees stars, and despite herself, cums on the spot.
It feels so good. It's not fair, it's not supposed to feel this good when it's not Johnny, right? Johnny is who Mavis loves; Johnny is who Mavis wants to be with. She married him, after all! And yet, here she is in the middle of the night on some strange beach with some strange men, getting fingered and molested and… a-and it feels better than anything she's ever experienced with Johnny.
It has to be the drink they made her down, Mavis is sure of it, but at the same time, part of her wonders if just maybe she likes it because… because it feels good to be dominated. Johnny has always been as gentle and loving and doting as possible with her. He's not the kind of man who would push her down and have his way with her… or the kind of man who would just reach down and stick his fingers up inside of her without her permission, or even without her telling him to, ordering him to really.
Mavis had thought that Johnny was the kind of man she wanted, she'd thought she liked how kind and gentle and loving he was in the bedroom, how he respected her boundaries and always treated her like a person first, rather than… than some sort of sex object. And yet, disrespecting her boundaries, being rough with her, dominating her… treating her like a sex object, that was exactly what these two men were doing to her, and it felt so fucking good.
Moaning wantonly, Mavis can't do much more than squirm as their hands continue to move all over her, until eventually, one of them brings out a camera, a video recorder, right as the other guy who's been playing with her the most grabs her slingshot bikini and finally yanks it open entirely, letting it snap back to the sides of Mavis' chest, where it doesn't even slightly cover her pale breasts any longer.
Mavis lets out a yelp, followed by a moan as the guy begins playing with and sucking on her tits, slurping at them all the while as the other man records the encounter. Moaning, whimpering, mewling, Mavis shakes her head and tries to put up a hand, she tries to block the camera.
"N-No… not more v-video… please, put that away…"
But the man just laughs at her, and the guy on her tits doesn't let up for a moment. Instead, he begins to drag her downwards, pushing her back onto the tarp, and despite her vampiric strength, Mavis' legs feel oh so weak already… she gives in, letting him push her down. She gives in again when he grabs her by her ankles and lifts her legs up, spreading them wide.
She continues to give in, as the man pulls out his cock, slips aside her bikini, and SLAMS his member home into her cunt, just like that. Mavis squeals like a stuck pig, but she can feel it, she can feel her face contorting in pleasure, she can feel the unwanted smile spreading across her features. She knows without a doubt, as he begins to rail her nice and hard, as he fucks her through orgasm after orgasm, that she looks just like she did in the video, in that moment. She looks like she's enjoying it.
And to be fair, she is enjoying it. As much as she doesn't want to be, as much as she wishes to be back in her hotel room with Johnny, Mavis loves getting fucked by this big-dicked man. She likes getting pushed down and railed by his massive cock. And when he pulls out and cums all over her, only to switch places with the other guy, who flips her over onto her front and forces her up onto her knees… Mavis likes getting fucked by him too.
He plows her from behind, rather than face to face, and all Mavis can do is pant and moan like a bitch in heat as the guy who fucked her first brings the camera around to take in her reactions, to record her face as it contorts in ecstasy. And when he eventually grabs her by a fistful of her hair and shoves his cock down her throat, Mavis doesn't think about using her vampire fangs to drain him dry for even a moment, despite knowing that she could likely kill him and his compatriot before they could even blink.
If she did that, the video would almost certainly be given to Johnny, and then she'd be divorced in a heartbeat. Johnny would be right to kick her to the curb too, because that wasn't the only reason Mavis wasn't biting down. The other reason, the reason that filled her with self-loathing, was simply that she didn't want to miss out on drinking his cum. She wanted his seed. She wanted it so badly.
Tears stream down Mavis' cheeks as the young vampire is spit-roasted from both ends, the two men fucking her nice and hard on the tarp they've set up, trading the camera back and forth between them to record the best angles, and fucking Mavis well into the night. They let her go before the sun starts to rise, but by that point she's far too exhausted to realize the importance of that decision.
Stumbling her way back to hers and Johnny's hotel room, Mavis sneaks in as quietly as she can, and takes a shower as quietly as she can, cleaning herself until her pale skin is red and raw from all her scrubbing, sobbing out her tears into the drain at the bottom of the shower. She truly was a cock-hungry whore now… and all she could do was make sure her beloved husband never found out.
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"You should have asked first, Mavis."
Mavis bites her lower lip, hunching in on herself and not daring to speak up or even move as a black marker moves across her skin. Currently sat in the lap of the man who was apparently behind all of this, Mavis should have been feeling some amount of exuberance, but she wasn't. She didn't know how to get out of this. Even if she kills this... David, her life will still be ruined by the release of the video.
As such, the young vampire can do nothing but sit in David's lap, even as he draws on her pale flesh, moving his marker back and forth with deep, swooshing strokes, seeming intent on his work, but not actually writing anything from what Mavis could tell. It was all squiggles and the like. After a beat of silence, he continues on.
"Ah well, I suppose we'll just have to move our timetable up, won't we? Since you and Johnny will be going out on the town in a couple of hours, I'll be setting your route for you. That's okay, right? You'll do as I say, won't you Mavis?"
She hated how he treated her, like she was a child or a toy to be played with and talked down to. But at the same time, a part of Mavis liked it. And she hated that part of herself almost as much as she hated David. The young vampire couldn't quite explain it, but something about David set every one of her nerves on end. It was like her instincts were screaming at her to run and never look back.
But she couldn't. She couldn't follow her instincts, not when running would cost her the love of her life. And Mavis had every expectation that David would ruin her if he thought he needed to. The man acted more jovial than his friends had, he acted so kind, treated her almost as gently as Johnny did… but it was a sinister kindness, a malicious gentleness. He was lulling her into a false sense of security, and Mavis refused to allow it.
Still, it wasn't as if she could refuse him…
"… Y-Yes, I'll do as you say."
David chuckles, and even as his one hand continues to wield the marker that's drawing in black ink across her naked, trembling, pale body, his other hand slides down between her legs, and Mavis' breath hitches as he slips a finger in between her folds, beginning to slide his digit in and out of her again and again. It feels good… and that's the worst part of it. She's not had any more of that drink. She's in full control of her own faculties at the moment. And yet, it still feels good, sitting in this man's lap, having him dominate her, having him control her with kindness and subtle threats.
"That's a good girl, Mavis. Here's what's going to happen. Because you decided to go out on the town with Johnny without asking for permission, you're going to have to deal with my friends… a LOT of my friends. They're going to want you to help them with some things, and you're going to help them, or else Johnny finds out about your infidelity. Of course, you're also going to have to find ways to hide how you're helping my friends from him. It'll be tough, but you can do it, can't you? I'm sure you can."
A single tear streaks down Mavis' cheek as she squeezes her eyes shut, understanding perfectly what David and his friends intend to do to her tonight. She hates it, she hates how she can't fight back. She has to… she has to find a way to get out of this, to get out from under David's thumb… but she could figure that out later. For now, Mavis reluctantly relaxes into the man's touches as he continues to finger her and draw on her, nodding slowly in agreement to his words.
"I-I can do it…"
Even to her ears, her soft murmuring makes her sound weak. She hates it… but she also likes it at the same time.
"That's a good girl. Oh, and when they're done with you, each of them will be writing something on your body, so when you come back to me later, you should be fully covered in ink. If you're not, I'll be very disappointed~"
Mavis can only hang her head and nod again. There was no getting out of it, at the end of the day. She was completely at David's mercy.
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Two hours later, and it starts on the very first bus they get on, of all places. Mavis is with Johnny but being with her beloved husband doesn't make her as happy as it used to, these days. Especially not when she knows what's coming, when she knows that any of the men around them might be one of David's 'friends'.
Still, as tense as she is, as anticipatory as she is, Mavis assumes that the crowded bus will be the last place one of the men will approach her. Luckily for her, because of how tense she is, she doesn't react as badly as she could have when a sudden hand lands on her ass and begins to grope her. Instead, she stiffens, and thankfully Johnny doesn't notice, looking out the window as he currently is.
There was only standing room left in the bus when they got on, so both her and Johnny are standing close together. As a result, Mavis can't see the man behind her, and she doesn't dare turn to look at him and possibly alert Johnny to what's going on. Instead, the young vampire stays perfectly still as the buss continues to trundle along, and her molestation continues onwards. Eventually, the molester gets more adventurous, and his hand comes off of her ass for a moment, only for his fingers to slip into the waistband of her pants a moment later.
Mavis' eyes widen momentarily, but she hastily gets her reaction under control when Johnny chooses that moment to look back at her. He gives her a big smile, clearly just happy to be enjoying her company, and Mavis returns the smile, hiding her true emotions as the molester slides his hand down the back of her pants and panties, between her pert, round butt cheeks, and all the way until his fingertips are touching her cunt lips.
A slight exhale leaves Mavis' lips, but luckily Johnny doesn't notice, even as the man currently fondling her pushes a digit up into her cunt, fingering her right then and there in the middle of the crowded bus. With one hand holding onto a support to keep herself anchored, Mavis has to use her other hand to cover her mouth, trying to hold in her moans, even as Johnny peers outside again, completely missing the byplay between his wife and a complete stranger.
Oddly enough, Mavis feels a small amount of resentment towards her husband for that. She knows that she shouldn't want him to see, she knows that David will only punish her if she and his friends get caught by Johnny or anyone else, but at the same time, part of her wants Johnny to notice, she wants Johnny to put an end to this. She wants the love of her life to take her in his arms, forgive her for her transgressions, and tell her everything is going to be alright.
When he doesn't, part of Mavis is inexplicably disappointed in him. Instead of noticing, Johnny completely misses it all, even Mavis' eventual climax as her pussy walls clench and squeeze around her molester's finger. Chuckling darkly into her ear, the man lifts up the back of her shirt… and begins to draw.
"That's a good girl, Mavis. That's a very good girl."
She hates the shudder of pleasure that goes down her spine from the words of a complete stranger, even as he writes quickly on her back and then pulls her shirt back down, and his hand finally out of her pants. And just in time soon, as Mavis is able to take her hand away from her mouth just as Johnny is finally looking back to her, smiling happily, the bus finally pulling to a stop.
"So, Mavis? Where to first?"
Hiding her true feelings, Mavis lets out a low sigh.
"I… I know just the place."
She had to follow along with David's route, or else she would be in big trouble. She knew that, but at the same time, part of Mavis couldn't help but feel like she was walking herself right down the path of damnation and digging herself a much bigger hole by doing what David wanted. Still, what else could she do? At the end of the day… she was fucked either way.
-x-X-x-
When the next man meets her eyes from across the food court she and Johnny have stopped at and nods his head towards the Unisex Bathroom a little ways away, Mavis blanches and then blushes, but in the end, she stands up all the same.
"I-I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go to the bathroom. Be right back!"
"Oh? Okay Mavis!"
As Johnny returns to his Chili Cheese Fries, Mavis hurries over to the Unisex Bathroom. It's unlocked, so she slips inside… and then leaves the door unlocked, waiting. Two minutes later, the man steps inside as well, and locks the door behind him. Then, he looks over at her, cocking his head to the side as he eyes her up and down with a wicked grin on his face.
"Bend over the sink, bitch."
Mavis blushes at that but does as she's told. The man doesn't comment on her lack of reflection as he walks up behind her. Instead, he just yanks up her top, exposing her tits, and yanks down her bottoms, revealing her pale bubble butt and slightly wet cunt. She wished she wasn't moist, but she was… she was ever so slightly aroused after the way the first man had treated her on the bus.
This one isn't much nicer to her, to be honest. In fact, he's worse, actually using his cock this time rather than just a finger. Mavis can't even process what's happening as she hears the zipper, not until suddenly he's inside of her, and she's having to cover her mouth with a hand as a cry of pleasure exits her lips. He snorts at her as he fucks her, holding her by her hips and ramming into her tightening cunt again and again.
"Yeah, you're a tight one, bitch. Fuck you're tight… let me get some of those titties."
He reaches around and grabs her breasts, practically mauling them as Mavis whimpers and trembles in his grasp, her eyes rolling around in her head. It feels so damn good. Why does it feel so damn good? She hasn't had any more of that drink, she hasn't… she hasn't done anything. All that's happened so far is she's gotten fingered to release onboard a crowded bus. Now she's getting plowed senseless in a public bathroom.
A low, throaty moan exits the young vampire's throat, and she clutches at the metal bathroom sink hard enough to make it crumple inwards. Still the man doesn't notice, or at least he doesn't comment. Grabbing her by her hair, yanking her head up, he fucks her even harder, all while suckling at her neck, giving her a hickey on her pale white skin that undeniably stands out. When he pulls back, he grunts and growls.
"Yeah, fucking take it slut. Take every last drop!"
And with that, he cums inside of her, filling Mavis to the brim, pumping a nice thick load of his seed into her womb. The vampire lets out a choked sob, followed by a gasping moan, the sensation of being filled by someone who wasn't her husband horrifying to her, but the pleasure undeniable all the same. Shivering, Mavis slumps forward over the sink, even as the man pulls out of her.
"On your knees, bitch. Face me and cup those titties of yours."
As she does, as she turns around and presents her pale breasts to him to be marked up, there's a knock at the door.
"Mavis? Mavis, are you feeling alright? You've been in there for a while!"
The guy who just got done plowing her doesn't even hesitate, he just leans down and begins to write or draw on her in black marker. Mavis is left to handle her husband, and she does so, speaking up in a shaky, freshly fucked tone of voice as she calls to him.
"I-I'm fine Johnny! I'll… I'll b-be out soon!"
"… Alright, if you say so…"
Soon enough, the man finishes marking up her breasts. Mavis whimpers as he yanks her shirt back down over her tits quite roughly, and then she stands, pulling her pants back up even as she can feel his cum leaking out of her cunt. Luckily, she's wearing black and it's nighttime, so the stains won't be noticeable when they inevitably start forming…
Either way, the man gives her a contemptuous nod towards the door, and Mavis hurries out, unable to even check if she's still put together properly, due to not having a reflection in the mirror. Still, Johnny seems none the wiser when Mavis tells him she was just having 'womanly problems' and that she's fine now. The part of her that's beginning to resent him grows a little at that, but in the end, she's just relieved he hasn't figured anything out yet.
She's got a lot more to go through this night, after all…
-x-X-x-
Standing in the dressing room of the lingerie shop, Mavis bites her lower lip as she stares down at herself. She looks gorgeous in the black lingerie that Johnny picked out for her… but she doesn't dare step outside of the dressing room to show him it. After all, more than half of her pale body is covered in black ink at this point.
The strange thing is, she doesn't even recognize most of the writing across her flesh. But she can remember how she received each and every one of them, from the drawings David made on her, to the man who wrote on her back after molesting her in the bus, and then the one who drew on her breasts after fucking her in the unisex bathroom, and a half a dozen other encounters besides.
Mavis had been fucked, abused, molested, and played with in every way she could imagine, in every possible public scenario she could be in. Sometimes it was happening right beside Johnny, sometimes she was able to get away from him for a few moments to take care of one of David's friends. She'd been fucked up against alley walls, she'd been forced to suck cock behind food trucks… the entire night had been one of humiliation and degradation.
And now, at the final stop on David's route for the evening, Mavis now had to come up with a reason why she couldn't go out there and show off her smoking hot body to her husband. Covered in marker as she was, she had more ink than your average alternative punk rocker now. Luckily her usual ensemble, all black covering her neck and her arms and legs, had hidden the writing and drawings all across her pale flesh.
But now…
Mavis' ruminations and pity party are abruptly cut off when the curtain to her dressing room opens up and someone enters. For a moment, her heart drops as she assumes its Johnny trying to be spontaneous, and she turns around thinking that he's already seen everything, expecting him to be horrified by the ink all over her pale form. But instead, it's someone else entirely, and Mavis' eyes widen at the sight of another strange man with his big fat cock already out and pointed in her direction.
"Y-You… what did you do to Johnny?"
He snorts and then grabs her by her hair and forces her down to her knees.
"Johnny's fine, bitch. He had to step away for a second, so I decided I'd step in. You were taking too long anyways. Now open up."
He slaps his cock back and forth across Mavis' face, and to keep him from bruising her cheeks, she obeys, opening wide and letting him slide his dick right into her mouth. He's none too gentle with her, fucking her face from the very beginning, and it's all Mavis can do to hold on for dear life, slobbering and gagging and choking all over his dick.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
She dreads Johnny coming back and hearing this, hell, she dreads anyone coming around and hearing what's going on in the dressing room, but at the same time, part of Mavis almost wants them to be found out. She wants to be discovered, her inner exhibitionist has been awakened over the course of the night, and part of her just wants it all to be over so she can embrace her true self as the needy whore she really is at the end of the day.
But nothing like that happens. The man fucks her face for a little while, and then pulls out and drags her back to her feet. He spins her around, and just like pretty much every man who's fucked her so far tonight, he bends her over and fucks her from behind, rather than face to face. Mavis is beginning to wonder about that… and she's also beginning to love the position, getting fucked from behind like she's just some bitch in heat, rather than a real person with real feelings.
She and Johnny have certainly never been so adventurous as to try doggystyle. Mavis had suggested it at one point, but Johnny said he preferred being able to see her face and kiss her while he 'made love to her' as he put it, and so they'd stuck with either him on top, or her on top, but always with the two of them facing each other. And yet, Mavis was starting to fall in love with getting fucked from behind. Even if she could get through tonight, she wasn't sure she could go on without having Johnny take her like this too…
Either way, Mavis finds herself with her legs spread wide, her arms pulled behind her back, and a thick cock buried in her cunt, facing the curtain of the dressing room she's inside of as she gets plowed from behind by the umpteenth stranger that evening. All she can do is try and contain her moans, even biting her own tongue to try and hold in the noises that are threatening to escape her lips. Then, she hears him.
"Mavis? You okay in there?"
Biting her lower lip, Mavis knows what she has to do.
"I-I'm fine Johnny… um… c-can you go back to the hotel without me, p-please? I'll join you there soon… I just… I just need to be a-alone for a little while!"
"What? What's going on?"
"N-Nothing! I just… just go, okay? Please!"
"… Well alright then, I suppose. I'll see you back at the hotel."
As her beloved husband leaves, the man fucking her just chuckles and redoubles his pace, as Mavis finally starts to let her moans out, allowing herself to orgasm again and again around the man's cock. She didn't want this; she didn't want any of this… but at least now she could enjoy herself without having to worry about Johnny finding out…
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Mavis doesn't get a chance to go back to the hotel, however. After the fitting room, after the man finishes inside of her and draws his own piece on the last bit of naked flesh she has, he tells her that David wants to talk to her, and Mavis finds herself being escorted to the man once more. Pushed into his room, she can only stumble forward before righting herself, slowly straightening up as he turns to look at her.
Smiling, David walks over with his hands clasped behind his back, eyeing her up and down for a moment.
"Show me, Mavis."
Doing as she's told, Mavis strips out of her black clothing, exposing every last inch of her pale, now-inked flesh. She's covered in the black marker that he and his friends have used all over her body, strange writings and scripts from her upper chest all the way down her thighs. She stands there in front of him, completely nude, arms at her side, blushing mightily as he smiles appreciatively and nods his approval.
"Good girl."
Then, his hands come out from behind his back and in one sharp, brutal motion, David shoves a pair of razor-sharp needles through each of Mavis' nipples, piercing them right then and there and leaving the needles embedded in her teats as Mavis screams in pain and pulls back, but far too late. David lets go of the needles so that they aren't torn from her body, and as Mavis looks down at herself, the drawings all over her begin to glow, as do the needles.
Eyes wide, the young vampire knows in that moment that she HAS to get away. She prepares to turn into her bat form and flee through the open balcony door behind David, but before she can even transform, he stops her.
"Hold! Stop where you are, Mavis!"
There's an unearthly tone to his voice now, a commanding one that stops her dead in her tracks. Mavis' mouth opens and closes as she stares at David in abject terror, a bit of blood leaking out of each of her nipples, mixing with the ink across her body, causing it all to swirl together. Smiling at her quite evilly, David steps forward, closing in on her.
"You never did realize, did you? Who I am… who my friends are. Such a silly girl. Who could have guessed that a vampire would be so easy to blackmail and fuck into submission, eh?"
Mavis' eyes go wider then before at that, but she still can't move, even as David reaches up and flicks the end of one of the needles piercing her nipples.
"We're vampire hunters, sweetheart. You stupid little vampire bitch… we've always been vampire hunters. And all of those markings you let us draw all over you? In addition to being raunchy as hell, they also give us control over you, with the piercings serving to make them permanent tattoos that will never wash away. As long as you're wearing these piercings, you can't break the spell."
A wave of anger rushes through Mavis, and she snarls at David. He smiles and just shrugs his shoulders.
"You can move, if you like."
Rather than trying to flee, Mavis attacks instead. She wants to kill David, now that she knows what he truly is. She wants to tear out his throat and rip out his heart. Slamming her palms into his chest, Mavis uses her vampiric strength to push David back onto the bed behind him. Then, she climbs on top of him… and proceeds to take out his cock and impale herself on it. A cry erupts from the tattooed vampire's lips, and her eyes roll back in her head as she cums on the spot, though that doesn't stop her from bouncing up and down on David's dick even as she does so, moving and orgasming at the same time, moaning wantonly and enjoying every last moment of being fucked by his big fat human dick.
But even as she's doing that, part of her is still intact. Looking down at David, she furrows her brow through the haze of pleasure starting to overcome her mind, staring at the smug, smirking vampire hunter beneath her in confusion.
"Yeah, sorry love. We went ahead and swapped your reflexes around. Whenever you try to fight… all you'll want to really do is fuck."
Then, he jams a syringe into Mavis' neck and depresses the plunger, injecting something into her. Mavis gasps as she feels the sensations of her pussy walls clenching down harder around David's cock expand tenfold… it's the same thing they'd made her drink that night on the beach, the same thing that made her such a whore in the video they'd used to blackmail her in the first place.
Needless to say, the next few hours are filled with Mavis being used as little more than a horny, needy fuck toy. As David fucks her and pounds her and plows her in a few different positions, Mavis doesn't even WANT to fight back anymore, she's too delirious with pleasure, moaning and orgasming and climaxing around his big fat fucking cock. He's plowing her silly near-constantly, and she loves every last moment of it, from him slamming into her from below, to him fucking her on her side, to him taking her from behind (her new favorite position, bitch that she is) and finally, even when he takes her in a mating press.
He kisses her then, as he folds her legs up over her torso and fucks down into her. He kisses her, and Mavis kisses him back, moaning into his mouth, not even thinking about biting him for even a second. As he finishes inside of her, Mavis is gone… she's gone, and she's never coming back. As such, when David pulls back and looks down at her, she just smiles up at him dopily, giggling and mewling and moaning for more.
Chuckling darkly, the vampire hunter rolls his shoulders.
"You're going to help me, and my friends finally deal with your father, vampire slut. You're going to help us take down Dracula himself."
Mavis just nods, half-mind controlled, half-broken at this point… and all cock-hungry whore, desperate for more dick, desperate for more pleasure. She'll do anything… anything at all.
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