Monster's Mate

“Next stop, London!” the Mad Scientist chirped gaily as they made their way across England by train.

Lucinda still was feeling a bit anemic from the Vampire. Perhaps when he saw her all naked on her knees surrounded by pee with a dildo up her butt, courtesy of his Bitch Brides, it had really turned him on for they fucked again and again. It had been quite illuminating. She had been just a bit curious to know if his cock was still in good working order. After all, if a Vampire was dead, would he be able to have an erection? She had no way of knowing since things never seemed to get very far beyond his first bite on her neck in the past. But this time, being taken with his fangs and cock at the same time, she quickly found that not only was his rod alive and well, but it was extremely thick. And as her menstrual flow gushed between her thighs, that thickness created a nice friction with the slick bloody walls of her vagina. And with her hormones in high gear, she had found it quite pleasurable as she had been as horny as hell. Oh, she had come so much it had hurt!

So Lucinda was not all that enthused when her Master announced that they were going to set off for another trip right away. Truth to be told, she was simply exhausted after Vlad and his brides.

This time, Elizabeth accompanied them on their train trip, serving more or less as the Mad Scientist’s sex toy. He explained to Lucinda that he did not want to wear her out overly much, that she needed to save her strength for the clients. But Lucinda really believed that he just liked the way Elizabeth would protest and cry as he would torment her in the basest ways. He even cruelly loaned Elizabeth out to some of the men working on the train, offering for them to have a tittie feel and a blow job for an absurdly cheap price. Soon there was a line of men outside of their car, anxious to take him up on his offer. Lucinda asked him if she could have a private car where she could rest up if such shenanigans were to go on. He was quite amiable to her suggestion. Even so, the sight of Elizabeth’s exposed breasts had made her so turned on that she couldn’t sleep until she rubbed her clit into a nice comfortable orgasm.

“Our new client is a man named Jack Griffin,” the Mad Scientist announced the following morning. “Apparently, this scientist is as mad as a hatter from one of his own experiments.”

Lucinda wisely did not say that her Master was the last one who should criticize anyone for being “mad as a hatter”.

“I think you will find the sight of him quite interesting,” he snickered. They arrived at their stop at the train depot in London before she could ask him what he had meant by that remark.

“Here we are!” the Mad Scientist announced in a singsong voice.

Taking a cab, they arrived at a rather seedy looking inn on the outskirts of town, called ‘The Slaughtered Lamb’.

“Oh, Master,” she moaned. “Do I have to meet him here? It reminds me of the Transylvanian Inn with that horrible Wolf Man!”

“So choosy, are we?” he sneered. “You can’t always be fucked in opera houses and castles, you know! He said he should meet you in the bar.”

“Wonderful,” Lucinda sneered. With consternation, she buttoned her dress all the way up her collar, hoping that Mr. Griffin would arrive in a timely manner. She was just in no mood to be pawed at by a bunch of drunks. Her fears were realized however when she sat alone at a table. No man came to claim her. And, of course, being a blue-eyed blonde in a bar full of rowdy men, she was the center of all attention.

The bartender, winking at her flirtatiously, gave her a beer.

“I did not order this,” she protested.

“It’s on the house, lady,” the bartender smiled. “It’s rare we get a vision like you in this dump!”

“Well, thanks,” she said graciously, taking a sip at the horrid stuff. “But I’d rather drink it here if you don’t mind.”

The men laughed raucously at her answer, making jokes about “dumb blondes”.

Trying to overcome her nervousness, Lucinda guzzled at her beer, trying to ignore all of the rough looking guys staring at her.

Then suddenly, her dress ripped open right down the front, causing her to spill the rest of her beer as the buttons popped off and flew all about on the wooden floors of the inn. Her bra was then violently wrenched down so her big breasts were plumped up enticingly.

Some of the men, mainly the sober ones, made the wise decision and left. The drunk and disorderly ones thought nothing of a woman’s dress ripping itself apart and stayed to watch the strip show.

Lucinda felt a pair of hands rub and squeeze at her tits. But she couldn’t see any hands on her breasts at all! Just the odd vision of them moving about in all sorts of contorted shapes on their own. What the fuck!

“Are you Jack Griffin?” she asked, feeling very stupid to be talking to the air.

“Ah, what a smart whore you are!” she heard a man whisper in her ear. She could even feel the warmth of his breath upon her, but she still couldn’t see anybody.

“Mr. Griffin, don’t you think it would be better if we went somewhere more private?” she squeaked as he ran his fingers over her erect nipples.

“That would spoil all of our fun, wouldn’t it?”

She suddenly felt his invisible penis pushing at her mouth as he yanked at her hair, pulling her head back as he held her nose.

“Suck on it, tramp!”

As she obediently started to lick his cock, she realized that the men were all observing her lewd tongue gestures and bare tits avidly. He forced himself down her further, making her use her throat as she tried not to gag.

Right before he came, he pulled out of her mouth and jizzed all over her bare breasts. Well, his cum was visible at least. Before she could even get a napkin to clean it off, he was rubbing it into her tits like massage oil.

“Oh, what a creamy dish you are, you harlot!” her invisible client enthused before starting to rip at her skirts.

“Oh, no, please!” she begged, hating to be stripped naked in front of everyone.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, my dear,” he teased. “I think everyone here finds you quite attractive. Ravishing, in fact.”

Lucinda was lifted to her feet and hauled onto her back over a pool table. As he did so, she realized that he was stark naked in his invisible state. She had even felt chest hairs rub against her bare arm when he lifted her!

She could not bear the sight that she must have appeared to the customers at the bar. The Invisible Man had a tight grasp on her thighs, spreading them wide and pulling them over his shoulders. Then he proceeded to hold her wrists pinned down to the pool table so that absolutely nothing was hidden. Spread as she was, the men could see her clit and her cunny and her asshole. Oh, it was so humiliating...

She closed her eyes in shame as she watched the men drool and reach for their own cocks, rubbing furiously.

She felt his hand release one of her thighs and clutch at her throat.

“Keep your eyes open or I shall not hesitate to give these asses a good snuff show.”

Lucinda was not familiar with what a “snuff show” was but it did not sound like a good idea. So she obediently watched the men get more and more lust mad. When her invisible sadist began to reach for her tits and jiggle them, pulling at her nipples until they were long and distended, the crowd went wild, whistling and cheering.

Lucinda screeched when she felt a teasing invisible finger out of nowhere pinch hard at her clit. Although she tried to keep her eyes open, there were spots before her eyes. She knew that it was hopeless, but she made a valiant effort not to come. It would be so humiliating for these lewd men to see her pussy spasm in such a bizarre state. Yet being on display also turned her on. And then he began to eat her out, forcing her to orgasm in front of all of the ogling drunks.

“Have fun, dearie...” the Invisible Asshole taunted as he withdrew from her just in time before several big burly looking guys started to reach for her for their turn.

How did she always get in these damned predicaments? she asked herself as she prepared for yet another Gang Bang.

Suddenly the guys were roughly shoved away, all yelling out in surprise as they had not seen their invisible assailant.

“I’ve decided you’re too good to abandon so soon,” the sick fuck taunted as he pulled her up and carried her out in the London street, stark naked. “You’re still good for a bit more fun yet.”

Setting her on her feet and pinning her wrists behind her back, the Invisible Man forced her to walk beside him out. Then he started to run. Lucinda had no choice but to run beside him in order to keep from falling onto the hard cobbled stones under her feet. What a sight she made with her bouncing breasts and ass jiggling all about as she ran! She could feel her own cum running down her thighs as she jogged and started to feel horny yet again.

Vehicles nearly collided into each other as she passed them by. Men stood staring in unabashed lust with open mouths wide. Women screamed. Children giggled and pointed. When a policeman tried to grab her, the Invisible Man pushed him roughly aside. Lucinda felt so embarrassed! Especially when she had to run past a group of nuns...

Taking her down a maze of city streets until they reached a deserted alleyway, the Invisible Man pushed her up against the wall of a building. He was all hands everywhere. This must be what it is like to be blindfolded while being fucked, Lucinda mused, as the Invisible Man pinched a nipple here and a buttock there, always taking her by surprise and titillating her playfully and mercilessly.

Then he picked her up, supporting her hips in his hands as he fucked her against the wall. She felt so weird draped around his naked compact body, able to feel his flesh, yet seeing only her own naked limbs in front of her, wrapped around air and shaking about as she was pummeled by his hard solid cock.

The nice thing was that since she couldn’t see his face, her imagination could take full rein. Hmm, should he look be the Phantom, the Vampire or the Monster? Unable to decide, she pretended that all three of them were taking turns fucking her.

She shrieked as she came.

This gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “blind date”!