My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 227: B - Revolting sight

Thanks to our supernatural speed, Philip and I cover the two kilometers separating us from Twelfth Avenue in just a few minutes — the place where, according to the information we’d received, Melania was supposed to be.

Even so, it’s obvious that while I was running almost at my limit, he wasn’t anywhere close to his top speed.

I’m not surprised, considering he managed to wound someone like Kimberly and force her to retreat.

And when we finally reach the pier...

I... no... I can’t believe it... What the fuck is happening?!

Fuck... I can’t keep my eyes on that scene for more than a few seconds. It’s so sickening I feel like throwing up just thinking about it.

Melania is bent forward, her back arched as her hands press against the wall.

Her shorts and panties hang around her knees. Her T-shirt has been tossed onto the ground at her feet, and her bra has been shoved all the way up to her chin, leaving her huge, overdeveloped breasts completely exposed.

A man in his forties grips her firmly by the hips, pounding into her from behind with animalistic desperation.

Another middle-aged man stands in front of her with his pants around his ankles, his cock buried deep in Melania’s mouth.

Two more men, a little younger but still well into their thirties, are sitting off to the side with their pants all the way down. I can’t tell whether they’re already finished or simply waiting for their turn with her.

Judging by the way they’re dressed, all four of them are probably dockworkers... or maybe sailors.

But that’s not what shocks me the most.

It’s not even the obscene age gap between Melania and the four men surrounding her that turns my stomach.

It’s the expression on her face.

An expression that has absolutely nothing in common with the terror of someone being gang-raped.

No...

She’s completely lost in ecstasy, overwhelmed by pleasure. She’s enjoying herself in a way I’ve never seen anyone enjoy anything before.

Not to mention the deafening moans pouring from her lips, the way she’s panting and crying out without the slightest trace of shame.

The four men, on the other hand... the exact opposite.

There isn’t a trace of pleasure on their faces.

The two men currently fucking her have completely vacant eyes, dull and lifeless, as if they’re under hypnosis, while the other two sitting on the ground look dazed and disoriented.

As insane as it sounds, the four of them look like the ones being raped.

Forcing myself to look at that revolting scene again, I desperately hope I’m wrong — that the girl down there isn’t really Naomi’s cousin, just someone who happens to look like her.

But...

Damn it.

Those are the exact same clothes she was wearing at lunch today. The same long brown hair tied into a ponytail. And, above all, that unmistakable pink streak falling across her forehead.

Yeah... it’s really Melania. There’s no doubt about it.

And to think that just a few hours ago that little slut was complaining because she couldn’t celebrate her one-month anniversary with her boyfriend...

Turns out it wasn’t her beloved boyfriend she was missing. It was his cock.

So she must’ve decided to make up for it by taking four of them instead, two at a time.

I don’t know what’s worse — the fact that an twelve-year-old girl enjoys doing something like this, or that four grown men willingly had sex with a girl young enough to be their daughter.

What a revolting sight...

One thing’s for sure — that girl has serious psychological issues, far worse than the four men having sex with her.

I refuse to believe she’s doing this out of spite, just to hurt Britney... or even Naomi.

Yeah... if Naomi ever found out...

The pain of being dumped by that loser Tyler would be nothing compared to what she’d feel if she knew what was happening right now, right in front of my eyes.

There’s no way I can just stand here and watch those four sick bastards stuff her like a Thanksgiving turkey!

I’m about to rush toward them, but Philip stops me by grabbing my wrist.

His grip is like steel.

Even if I used every ounce of my strength, I wouldn’t be able to break free.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I snap, yanking at my arm in a pointless attempt to break free.

But Philip doesn’t loosen his grip.

It’s obvious he has no intention of letting me go.

"You don’t need to get involved. Don’t worry. That girl doesn’t need your help," he says in a calm, confident voice, as if he knows exactly what’s going on — as if there’s something far deeper behind all this madness.

"Philip, you may be a tiefling, but I’m sure you’ve lived in this world long enough to know that this is completely fucked up, whether that girl is consenting or not! We’re doing this my way, and I’m not taking ’no’ for an answer! First, I’m putting an end to that disgusting abomination that’s gone on long enough. Then you’ll take that girl somewhere safe, clean every drop of semen off her body, get her dressed, and get the hell out of here. Meanwhile, I’ll teach those four perverted pigs a lesson. I’ll make damn sure they never feel like taking advantage of a girl like this again. Am I clear?!"

"Oh, little Axel Lustsilk... you’re so naïve. I’ll tell you again — everything happening here is perfectly normal. In fact, it’d be strange if that girl wasn’t doing this. Trust me. At this point, I’d say we can head back. I’m pretty sure that once she’s finished here, she’ll go home on her own."

Again? What the fuck does that mean? How can any of this be normal?!

He’s talking about Melania as if she were nothing more than some wild animal in heat!

It doesn’t matter. There’s no time for questions now.

It’s time to step in.