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The torches cast flickering shadows across the rocky pillars and stalagmites of the cave. Carmilla glowered at her captors, baring her fangs as they pushed and prodded the young vampire girl onward. The hardened vampire hunters were at first taken aback at the youth and innocent looks of their target, but that was soon replaced with bemused annoyance. The little brat sure acted like a spoiled 11 year old princess.

The entourage turned a corner, and entered a large cavern. Carmilla was shoved to the ground, falling on her knees. The leader of the vampire hunter guild was waiting. Sitting on a crate surrounded by even more men. All of them had lost loved ones to the cruelty of the vampire nobility, and they relished exterminating vampires. Even little girl vampires.

"Lay your filthy paws on me and I'll bite them off, you dumb peasant!", Carmilla snapped as the men surrounded her.

"My comrades, for years we've toiled to stamp out these bloodsucking leeches", the leader started, standing up and gesticulating. "Now, we only have one last vampire". He pointed at the kneeling Carmilla. "Would you like to defend yourself?", he laughed, mockingly.

"Perhaps a deal could be reached?" Carmilla said, in a seductive tone. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was looking up at the guild leader. She raised her head and did her best innocent young doe expression. He had to admit, she was a very feminine figure. Her body, having been turned into an immortal bloodsucker at the age of 11, was forever frozen on the cusp of adolescence. The vampire did her best to show off her budding chest, and smooth porcelain skin. She spread her slender ballerina legs, leaned back and let the hunters see a peek of her pussy, unblemished by the decade since her turning.

"I think we could work something out, Ms. Vampire", the leader of the hunters said. Carmilla leaned forward and laid her cheek against his crotch, closing her eyes as she rubbed her face against his growing bulge. He grabbed her by her hair with one hand, the other undoing his zippers as his erect cock sprung out of its confines. The vampire girl immediately began to kiss and lick the penis in front of her.

She looked up with what she hoped was an innocent, naive little girl look as she took the full length of the dick into her mouth, taking care not to puncture it with her fangs. She felt rough hands grab at her dress, pulling and tearing it off her slim, lithe form. Carmilla felt the dick in her mouth pulsate, then jerk as the guild leader came, shooting a load of hot spunk down her throat. Before she could wipe her mouth and catch her breath, Carmilla was pulled away.

The other men jostled to sample her body. Fingers penetrated her butthole, explored her little slit, rubbed her nipples. She squealed as the men lifted her off the ground, one of them jamming his rod down her anus, two others rubbing their own cocks against her face.
The rape went on for what seemed like hours, one man cumming in her, being followed by another depositing a load on her face, in her hair, on her back, and so it went on.

Faintly, Carmilla heard mention of a stake. The vampire girl felt the first stirrings of fear. It was soon realized when the last hunter blew his load into her, and unceremoniously dropped her to the filth of the cavern floor. The men quickly held her down as she struggled, her cursing silenced as a roll of tape was pressed firmly over her mouth.

The guild leader came back, a large wooden stake in one hand, a hammer in the other. With four of the strongest hunters holding the struggling little girl down, he gently placed the tip of the stake against Carmilla's washboard flat chest.

She sobbed then, for the first time in 10 years. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the stake pressed against her body, horrified at her impending doom. With a grim finality, the leader of the vampire hunters raised the hammer and slammed it down on the stake, driving it deep into Carmilla's body, piercing her heart. Her body arched, stiff and rigid, hands and feet flexing as a viscous black fluid squirted from her nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled back, a low guttural scream rising deep within her throat. Then, as if a switch was pressed, Carmilla slumped back down, still and silent. Her empty eyes stared up past the guild leader, no longer animated with the spark of her soul.

The last vampire of the kingdom was dead.
Name: Elly
Age: 10
Personality: Aloof
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: None
Type of Death: Captured by slavers, sold to a billionaire with a penchant for testing his newest weapons on his slaves
Setting: A private estate owned by an ultra wealthy business man, sometime in the near future