It felt like a war was waging inside me.
“Breathe slowly,” Hans told me. “Your body must accept it belongs to me now.”
I breathed as slowly as I could, ears ringing. I zoned in on the pulse in my temples, and listened. Breathed and listened.Slowly.
My body belongs to Hans now.
Give up the fight.
“Good girl,” Hans whispered. “No matter how much you think you want your life sucked from your slender throat and an undead creature’s cock tearing your beautiful virginity away, it’s going to be a very different experience when it comes to it. Tell yourself you want that experience. Make your body believe you.”
His words sent fire searing through me. I felt his fangs stabbing my neck. His cock filling me up in one hard thrust.
Yes, I want it. I want that experience.
My body belongs to Hans now.
Give up the fight.
“That’s it,” Hans said. “So, bring your body into line. Give up the fight and strip naked for me.”
My nipples tightened at his words but I wanted to whimper at the thought. I’d never stripped naked for anyone. My own mother hadn’t seen me undressed since my breasts first started to develop. I was too uncomfortable to reveal myself, even to her.
Give up the fight. My body belongs to Hans now.
My fingers unbuttoned my blouse slowly.He’s already seen me like this.He’s seen my tits offered up to him.
“Yes, I have,” Hans told me. “And they are absolutely beautiful. Just like the rest of you will be.”
I used his words as extra confidence, still battling my body’s urge to run. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor with my blouse, then reached behind for the zip of my pencil skirt.
I felt so exposed. It felt like a whole audience of hidden eyes were watching me.
“You want me naked? Right here, in the middle of the room?” I was stalling and sounding pathetic.
Hans came to stand before me, eyes on my tits. The bruises looked worse now. I lifted my chest a little. He liked that. Smiled at me.
“Yes. I want you naked. Right now. This is part of accepting your fate. Losing your inhibitions to a higher force. Show me.”
I felt the shift in me. Thewantin me.
His will. My will.
I unzipped my skirt and let it drop, standing bare apart from the tights he’d already torn at the crotch and the wet panties underneath them.
“Almost there,” Hans said. “Go on, little one. Show me.”
I closed my eyes as I took my tights off, and hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties. It felt like there was something symbolic about it – presenting my virgin pussy to Hans.
“Thereissomething symbolic about it,” Hans told me. “Virginity is a sacred thing. A sacred gift of the body to be offered.”
I opened my eyes to see his smile. The green of his hooded eyes was dirty but pure.
“Offer yourself to me,” Hans said, and his voice was so self-assured. “Offer me your sacred little pussy like a good girl.”
I no longer wanted to run. My panting had shifted from fear to want.
To need.