Chapter 5

Monday morning Rachel went to see the school guidance councilor. She told him that her father had been abusing her and raping her. The councilor looked quite worried, "This is very serious. Do you have any proof?" he asked.

"What do you want a fucking video?" Rachel blurted in disperse.

"Please calm down Miss." The councilor said gently. "You cant just go making accusations like that; you are talking about some serious criminal charges being laid against your father. The police will want evidence they can use."

Rachel dug her nails into the palms of her hands, to help her stay calm. "Iv been beaten up, tied up and fucked senseless for the past two days, how was your week end?" she glared at the man behind the desk.

"Well we could get the school nurse to have a look at you, rough treatment like that would be detectable. Although I must caution you, if the nurse finds signs of abuse that's just the start of a long process." He gave her his best -Im on your side look. "Things like this are usually best settled with out getting the police involved."

"Yea whatever, let's get on with it." Rachel said with determination. It was clear that the councilor was uneasy about the situation. He was supposed to be there to help students, but Rachel guessed he would be happy if students never brought him any real problems to deal with.

A few minutes later Rachel found herself in the school nurse's office, the councilor stood near the door and explained briefly why they were there. The nurse took some notes on her clipboard. Then she said in a friendly voice "I will give you a little something to help you relax before we start the exam, if that is ok." Rachel knew that she was tense, on edge, and ready to run out of the room, so she nodded her head; ok. The nurse prepared a needle and told the teenager to take off her shirt. Rachel did as she was told, not hardly flinching at all as she was given the shot.

"Now please take off the rest of your clothes and have a seat on the table." The nurse said as she prepared some medical instruments beside the table. Rachel glanced nervously at the councilor and then looked around for some sort of privacy curtain. "Regulations say there must be a witness to this sort of thing" The nurse explained. The councilor smiled and made a show of looking at some papers on the desk, instead of at young girl. "You may feel a bit lightheaded, but don't worry its normal." The nurse said as Rachel finished stripping naked.

Sure enough, as she sat on the table, Rachel did begin to feel more relaxed and rather foggy. Whatever was in the needed sure had a strong effect. Her memories of the next few hours were dreamlike or nightmare like to be more accurate. The nurse began with professional poking and prodding but soon her touch turned more sexual. She even sucked on Rachel's breasts, or was that the felling of some strange device that was attached to her tits.

Rachel remembered having something cold and metallic stuffed up her pussy, being forced open wide very wide, it should have hurt but it did not. Things were pushed up her 14yr old cunt, then up her bum. She struggled a bit but found that her arms and feet had been put in some sort of clamps. She also remembered the councilor with a camera, taking photos of her.

After the exam was over, Rachel drifted in a timeless sleep, she did not know if it was a few minutes or a few hours. Then something familiar was forced into her young cunt, she thought for a moment that she was back home and her dad had come into her room for a morning fuck. But no she was still on the exam table. A man, maybe the councilor, was fucking her as another man, maybe the principle, was rubbing his cock across her face.

When the first man finished hammering her pussy, the next guy took his place. It was all very foggy, she was not sure how many men fucked her, maybe it was only a few who did it several times or maybe it was every male teacher in the school who had a turn violating her. A few times she though she smelled perfume and the way she was fucked seemed more like how Sally did it with her strap-on dildo.

Rachel passed out for a while, but was awakened by a burning sensation deep in her tummy and it felt like she was peeing herself. She looked around and saw the nurse with some sort of water-gun, she was squirting something smelling like lemon juice. The nurse smiled and said "Your fine, this is all just a bad dream."

It all seemed unreal, especially when Rachel finally woke up in the nurse's office, fully dressed, on bed in the corner. From the fading light coming through the window she guessed it was late afternoon. Quietly Rachel got out of bed, she still felt a bit light headed. Her body hurt but it had been acing ever since the week end rape. There was no one in the office. The clock showed it was 4:30pm. An envelope sat on top of her backpack. She found that it was a note excusing her from today's classes and explaining that she had a strong reaction to the sedative. It also allowed her to take the next day off if she did not feel up to coming to school.

Rachel took a good long look around the room. There was no evidence of the sort of things going on that she dreamed about. The office was simple and dull, just the way it was when she entered it. The exam table did not even have any restraints build into it. Picking up her pack, and stuffing the letter into her pocket, Rachel left the school.

She did not want to go home. But what could she do?

Chapter 6

Rachel walked aimlessly in the late fall twilight. It was cold but she did not care. Her feet took her away from the usual streets she walked on. Her desire to get away from everything at home and at school, subconsciously lead her into an unknown neighborhood. The houses were old and built close together; some were stone others brick others wood; some looked well kept others were rundown. Most had small front yards with old black iron fences offering privacy.

It was in front of one of the shabby looking Victorian houses that Rachel finally stopped. Her wandering thoughts suddenly abandoned their depressed meditation on her life to ask "where are we?" She looked down the street, the way she had come. That was no real help because she had no clue which direction she had come from at the corner.

Hesitantly Rachel walked up the steps to the front door. She could see the lights were on and faintly hear the TV playing, but dark curtains prevented any real glimpse inside the house. She knocked on the door, intending to ask to use the phone. She would call her best friend Tammy, beg for a lift and ask to spend the night at her place. That seemed like a good plan.

The door opened with a creek and young Rachel found herself looking into the deep dark blue eyes of an older teenage girl, dressed in soft black velvet. The girl had several piercing and some gothic jewelry on, her long dark hair was tied into a strange knot and she was barefoot. "Hello there little stray cat." She said in a friendly voice. "Don't just stand there in the rain, come in."

When she entered the house Rachel quickly realized it was not a normal home, it was more like a hang out. It was a mess, none of the furniture matched, there were weird posters over the place and the smell of pot hung in the air. The teenagers who were scattered around the living room watching TV, talking, drinking and smoking, gave her a quick look then ignored her. The girl who had opened the door waved for Rachel to follow her. "Let's go in the kitchen where it's more quiet."

"Im Mercy. What brings you to our door this dark and stormy night?" The smiling 18yr old Goth girl said as she closed the door to the kitchen.

"Im Rachel, and huuu can I use your phone?" the bedraggled and depressed looking 14yr old visitor said.

"I guess so; let me see if it's free. but first do you want something hot to drink?" Mercy asked and started putting a pot of water on the stove to hear up.

"Sure I guess anything is fine." Rachel answered as she slumped down into one of the two chairs next to the small kitchen table.

That's how it started, Rachel and Mercy sitting at the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate. The Goth girl was very skilled at talking at drawing people into telling her anything she wanted to know. So Rachel was soon explaining intimate details of her life to this stranger and forgot all about the phone call. Little did she know the entire conversation was being observed.

Mercy ran the house, she had lived there most of her life, but she was not its owner or its master. She was a beloved servant of the little Princess. Mercy has seen many guests come and go, some of them became like family, others were easily forgotten. Some visitors hung out for a little while and never had a clue what was really going on, but most who came to the house did so because they were in the know, or wanted to be. They wanted to feel the touch of an immortal, they dreamed about becoming one. But in all the years Mercy had been at the house she had never seen anyone pass all the tests and be gifted.

The little Princess lived in many houses, some in the city others in the countryside. Each house had its own staff, some were servants others simply entertainment and food. Mercy knew there were other houses, but she did not know where they all were. As a child she had been desperate not to be separated from the Princess, who was like a mother to her.

Enjoying the role, the little Princess had refused to give up her baby girl. So they moved back and forth between the home by the sea and the old Victorian house. Now that they years had passed a strange situation was at hand. Mercy was of an age that she could be mistaken for being the Princess's mother. Because she was gifted at a very young age Princess Violet still looked to be a child, although she was old enough to remember the building of the Victorian house in 1877.

Tonight the Princess had awoken hungry. So she rang the small silver bell at her bedside. Mercy would send one of the teenagers up to tend to her needs. It was a great honor for them to render any service they could. It was to her credit that Mercy almost never sent up a servant that was not to Violet's taste. Tonight it was Marko's turn.

The Princess was sitting in the windowless attic, the sound of rain on the roof, the dancing light of candles filling the room. She was in her nightgown, brushing her hair when the door opened and the teenage boy walked in. He quickly bowed down on one knee. The Princess was well known for her fondness of old style etiquette and formality. "How may I serve you my lovely Princess?" He asked.

Violet smiled "Don't be so formal dear Marko; you're like a brother to me." She said as she set down her brush. Then she slowly ran a small finger down from her lips between her nearly non existent breasts, across her tummy to the crotch of her silk nightgown.

As Marko watched, she slowly pulled the gown open, exposing herself. "You can kiss your little sister now Marko. I know you still dream about her pussy. Do you think mine is as nice?" The little Princess knew exactly what effect her words were having. She knew all about his life, what he did to his young sister and what he wanted to do, but never had the courage to do. "Lick me big brother I like the feel of your tongue down there." She said softly almost begging him.

For the immortals there are two kinds of food, as the legends all say; vampires do drink blood, but there is also a more subtle need; strong emotions. Vampires actually feed on the psychic energy people emit when they are afraid or angry or lustful. Violet, seeming to be nothing more than a nine year old girl, had made it her habit to feed upon perverted desires. Love was fine if she could get it, but the mix of guilt and passion from the people she allowed to have sex with her was almost as satisfying and much easier to get. Usually she wanted people who were good natured, they wanted to have her young body and they wanted her to enjoy it. The nasty people who liked to rape little girls and gave no thought to how their victims felt, were powerful emotional food. But they always left a bad taste in her mouth; literally and figuratively.

Tonight the little Princess spread her tiny legs wide for Marko, who lovingly licked her hairless pussy. His lust was pure and clean, his licking passionate if not very skilled. "ohhh yess." She purred as she had her first orgasm of the night. "That's it brother your making me cum, ohh I want you, I want you so much. Pleas big brother put your cock inside your little sister. Im ready for you really I am." She said exactly the things he wanted to hear.

A minute later Marko was naked and pressing himself down onto the young girl. His cock was so hard it hurt him, like throbbing steel. He forced himself into her tight wet pussy. Pushing and pushing until suddenly he slipped forward several inches. She cried out in a tiny sobbing gasp "ohhhhho" her small hands clawed his back. "You did it Marko, you popped my cherry, you made your baby sister into a big girl. Now fuck me hard." She said with growing lust.

It was a strange blessing and a curse that the immortal who had gifted Violet had done so before he ever had sex with the child. Because of the regenerating qualities of the Vampire, Violet now faced a life when every time she woke up she was technically a virgin again. The situation had its advantages and she knew how to use them now.

Marko knew in some part of his mind that the Princess was old, she was no virgin, he had fucked her before, she had fucked every boy and girl in the house. He knew she was strong enough to lift a man with one small hand. But at that moment as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt, all he could imagine was that this must be exactly like what fucking his own younger sister would feel like. Marko closed his eyes and kept on humping, as the small voice under him whispered dirty words of encouragement.