The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
"I want you, I have never wanted a woman before but I want you" a low guttural voice chanted.
Joyce smiled wickedly
"You have to earn that pleasure little one, now play alone some more and dream of the day I let you touch me!"
So saying she deposited some more of her precious cream on to Lesley's tongue. Lesley started to play, and play as she had never played before.
Frankie raised the bar as she took a step forward, within a second the unknown girl had untangled her body from Gina's and made up the distance between them. Slightly shorter than Frankie and nowhere near her build she didn't look much of a threat, her decision made she swung the crowbar viciously. The blow never landed, the blonde girl dodged and swung her body to the right and back of Frankie - catching her wrist as she flew, an instant later her left arm linked through Frankie's left elbow and pinned it. The pressure on Frankie's wrist built up, her right hand first went white, and then rapidly numb; the crowbar fell to the floor.
Gina jumped from the bed her curly hair plastered to her face by love-sweat.
"Frankie, what are you doing here" she gasped.
"Nothing much, but I know what you've been doing, BITCH," screamed her exasperated ginger lover "and to think I came here to save you!"
"Look Franks, its not what you think, for once listen to me, get out of here, save yourself forget me!" Gina advised.
"No problem, I'll forget you both, once I'm even" spat Frankie.
The arms pinning the redhead moved at blinding speed, the hands reached forwards and ripped the fabric of her tee-shirt apart, full bodied globes mottled with freckles fell from the split cotton.
"Do her now!" Claudie shouted.
She pushed the girl forward so her cherry hued nipples bobbed in front of Gina.
"No, never I love her!" Gina cried.
"Maybe this will help," taunted Claudie as she raked her nails across Frankie's hanging boobs.
Fine lines of blood rushed on to the freckled slopes, Frankie struggled, but it was useless the hands had locked her arms once more. Frankie shot a question at Gina.
"So you want it rough now, I thought S&M wasn't your scene - LOVER!"
Gina dodged the head-but with ease; her eyes glowing with a strange inner light her hands reached forwards and gripped Frankie's breasts. Frankie felt her nipples jump at the touch, and then she felt - shit!
Frankie swung her full body weight around tearing her tits from Gina's grip and dashing Claudia violently into the doorpost. The restraining hands momentarily relaxed and Frankie shot from the bedroom. She crashed into the hall table before flying out off the front door. Out in the bright street she ran for her bike.
"Hey lady, nice boobs" called a teenaged lad.
Instinctively she zipped her jacket up before screaming into the distance on the accelerating Harley. The teenage boy turned from one unexpected spectacle to see two women naked as the day they were born peering out from a darkened house into the street, before vanishing and slamming the door shut. The boy glanced around, and then walked on whistling.
"I think I'll make this my regular route back from the pool hall"
Inside the apartment the girls recoiled from the hall and the sunlight, Claudie asked.
"Did you finish?"
"No, I had only just bitten!" came the muted response; Gina turned and threw up onto the hall carpet. Claudie rushed to her aid.
"But she knows, she is a danger!"
"And whose fault is that Claudie!
"We could have just taken the beating and let her leave, but now she knows!" Gina coughed.
"I'm sorry I panicked, did you really love her?" Asked Claudie.
"Once, but now its too late for that, like you I only really love Joyce - and what she gives us"
Claudie silently followed Gina into the bedroom, despite everything that had just occurred it only took minutes for the sound of skin sliding against skin to resume, as ritual leg clinching took the place of reasoned argument.
Joyce parked the car in her usual slot and arm-in-arm with Lesley walked up the steps to her apartment. Opening the door Joyce stumbled on the upended table, before re-positioning it.
"Sorry about the mess I have some sloppy house guests at the moment - you pop through into the lounge take a seat, I'll introduce my friends in a minute" Joyce smiled persuasively.
Lesley winked and walked into the lounge swinging her damp denim ass suggestively a she skirted the pool of vomit.
Joyce decamped to the bedroom, where once she managed to unglue the humping pussies - she was told the whole sorry story.
"I have a solution to that problem in the other room, but if this is going to work you two need to control your lust. Lesley is strictly off limits, as my slave she is not nosferatu; that means unlike you she can stand the light of day and track down Frankie. Do you have a picture of her Gina, and which clubs does she use?" asked Joyce.
"No picture on me but there's one on our website, and we normally hang out at Meow Mix" Gina replied.
"Great we'll get her back real soon don't worry, Lesley and I will make sure of it!" Now come meet our latest addition to our nest of roost mates.
Joyce scanned the slowly filling ground floor room, no sign of her yet; a minute later she had confirmed the same was true in the upper bar. She returned downstairs, in a second Lesley would arrive and the search would begin in earnest. A tall blonde approached Joyce.
"Are you looking for some one in particular?" The quiet voice whispered in her ear as the girl bent close.
Joyce turned her lips replacing her ear, and then a seductive touch of lip-gloss.
"I think I may have found them" she replied breathlessly.
"Lets chill in one of the stalls upstairs, I'm Sherry and you are?" the curious blonde asked.
"Unstoppable!" laughed Joyce, together they walked upstairs.
Lesley walked into the club, and looked around for either Joyce or the target Frankie, no sign of either. Sighing she decided to get a drink to relax, and then to mingle! What a nice word she thought, "mingle with the minges, or even mingling minges" a sliver of lust ran up and down her spine. She walked through the assortment of femmes in front of her one, a pretty black girl in a tight floral dress turned to speak.
"Hi, your new here aren't you, I can tell by the look - first time?" she queried.
"Yup, I'm looking for a friend of a friend, Um Frankie?" replied Lesley.
"Not in yet, look don't go looking for her, she's a bit, off the wall, you know S&M scene,"
The girl continued in a deeply suggestive voice.
"Whereas me I'm easy goin' if you know what I mean"
"I'm not sure I do, but I'd like to find out - later finding Frankie's important to my friend, you are?"
Lesley replied losing her self in the dark brown eyes.
"Patricia, lovers call me "Trish", will you be one?" fell out of the thick sensual lips.
"We'll find out later Patricia, could you keep an eye out for Frankie?" Lesley sighed
"Sure thing, where will I find you?" Trish asked.
"Oh, around, you know!" Lesley replied.
"I know" Trish replied her hand clinging slightly to Lesley's as she walked away.
Lesley continued her journey around the lower floor, meeting some eyes with interest, but watched by more. Eventually she completed her search and wandered upstairs; her bobbing ass swung as her gusset rode up to cling to the damp folds, she was enjoying this! A perusal of the top bar yielded the same result, she was just about to check out the can to see if Joyce was in there when something caught her attention. A tall blonde sat behind on of the tables in the second stall, her cropped hair was pushed back hard against the seat back, and her own back arched like a bow.
She must be wanking, here in full view; surprised she gawped at the slightly bucking girl. It was then she saw the pump poking out of the far side of the table, the sole pointing towards the ceiling, how the hell was she doing that; a contortionist? Silently Lesley crouched and peeked under the table, she had found Joyce, and her small body was curled under the table as her lips and tongue did their productive work inside the pulled back flies of the blonde's jeans.
"Oh you're a watcher, that's cool, you can watch me if you want"
The familiar voice in her ear caused her to jump in shock. Trish crouched besides her grinning broadly.
"Frankie's here, if you can tear yourself away come down an' I'll introduce you"
Lesley now irradiating a new blushed pink color followed the wide-assed girl down the stairs; her eyes were fascinated by the undulations performed by the pretty flowers. Lesley walked towards the leather-clad figure of Frankie, her lank red hair hung from her in an unfashionable mullet; she didn't look too attractive a proposition!
"Frankie this is my new grrl Lesley" Trish lied deliberately
"Hi, Lesley, pleased to meet you" Frankie said her dull eyes sparkled a little.
"Hello to you Frankie we have a mutual friend, Gina" Lesley said in her lowest voice.
Frankie's face darkened.
"Oh, she's been mutual with you too, why doesn't that surprise me any more"
"I'm not interested in Gina any more not since she told me about your preferences, you see I'm strictly Femdom" lied Lesley.
"Are you now, lets discuss this somewhere a little quieter, should we"
Frankie raised her left eyebrow and both corners of her mouth; it was amazing how much a smile improved her!
"Sure, I just need to pee first, I'm fit to burst" squirmed Lesley.
"No problem, I'll just follow you to the can" Frankie grinned.
The two women walked to the back of the club together.
"Your new grrl, yeah, sure Trish" Trish swung imperiously around.
"Shut up Andy"
Lesley felt distinctly uncomfortable perched on the rim of the toilet bowl; it wasn't so much the cold porcelain that worried her. It was more the thought, she had never thought she would piss into some one else's mouth. Frankie crouched expectantly between her spread knees, she had to do something, but nothing would come! An idea occurred,
"Slave I need servicing first she pointed to her dark hued shaven vulva" Frankie grinned.
"Yes mistress, at once".
Good to her word an expert tongue descended into Lesley's virgin folds skimmed lightly along the puffed lips and fell into the honey between them. As the tongue travelled luxuriously it found the hard nub it sought, lips closed, and a glorious suction began.
If this didn't stop she was going to - it was no good she could hold back no longer. As the orgasm hit Lesley urine spurted liberally from her pussy and ran down Frankie's chin, quickly Frankie re-positioned her mouth so not to waste an of the amber fluid. Frankie was in heaven, this was always off limits with Gina, and she being the faithful kind had missed the dusky flavour. Lesley rode up against the bowl as her second sapphic climax hit her. Minutes of pure ecstasy passed, and finally they emerged triumphant from the crowded stall.
A small dark girl washed her hands in one of the gleaming sinks.
"Had fun, I heard your call Lesley, even where I was!"
"What the fuck..." Started Frankie.
Her voice was cut off by a sudden impact on the rear of her neck. Reeling she staggered forward, the petite woman thrust her hands roughly up her damp tee-shirt and onto her large breast, excited as she was the nipples were easy to locate. As the pain stung Frankie back to awareness the first red-hot orgasm hit her between the legs. Lesley relaxed her grip on the writhing girl; she would be even easier to control from now on in.
"Are you yourself now?"
"More than I can remember recently" Gina replied, wondering at the words she spoke.
"Good, so how do we get out of this serious shit Gina?" a steady voice enquired.
"We can't, we are bound to Joyce, and bound to the night - this is our future - our home now" Gina's eyes brimmed with certainty.
Frankie said nothing, but her mind was racing; She could feel Joyce's influence inside her, cornering her will and pushing relentlessly to a remote place. At the same time the uninvited guest was pulling up the obscene desire, the need, and the all-consuming darkness... "Shit, I'm getting us out of here some way, a sub by nature I may be, but you still need permission to be my mistress" The bitter thought almost fell through her lips, but her mind grabbed it, and held onto it. As much as it pained her, she could not trust Gina; she was just too far under the vampyres influence. Gina stirred and noticed the tears of frustration running down Frankie's cheeks
"What's wrong?" she asked tenderly.
"Ain't nothing, I'm just glad to have found you again"
At least thought Frankie, as she kissed Gina, that's mostly the truth!
Lesley drifted down from the high that Claudie had just given her, it was good but not spectacular; something was missing. She thought about the climatic shortcomings as she lay there panting. In the midst of the threesome she still felt alone. Her left hand unthinkingly drew circles in the moisture of Joyce's sex. She had come well but something was, well - unsatisfactory? What was missing? The experience in the rest room at the club was more intense; the sex was perverted, even worse (better) on the very edge of danger. She missed that edge, the adrenaline rush, and the fear! That was what she needed; if Lesley wasn't to be one of the roost mates one of the Wampyr she need the high from elsewhere. The answer was at once obvious, one name, one need one desire - Frankie. If Joyce wouldn't let her into the pack (for whatever unknown reason) she would find her highs in dominating the delicious redhead. Then she wouldn't be alone, it wouldn't matter that she was ostracized from the roost. But this could be dangerous, how would Gina and the leader react?
"Joyce I want to join you and the others!"
Lesley suggested quietly her fingers pausing their slippery circuit of the open slit.
"You shall, when I decree it, now carry on with the finger massage, my hunger rises again" Joyce commanded.
Lesley chose to ignore the command and instead stood.
"I'm going to talk with Frankie, I'll be back soon," she said with an absent air.
"I'll do it for you then"
There was a sudden intake of breath from a startled Claudie, who even though only half awake could sense that the upstart's challenge was unwise. A tiny Joyce rose to fill the space of the study. "YOU WILL SERVE ME NOW! How dare you tell me what is convenient. SERVE ME GIRL!"
Joyce's voice was filled with the threat of thunder; her eyes glowed with a dull red passion.
Lesley obeyed instantly, and she fell to her knees, as her hands were directed to explore the wet cavern of Joyce's liquid sex.
"Now lay back girl, keep your calves on the floor and bend over backwards," Joyce said more calmly.
Once again the dominated girl complied, and crisply arched her back; her head and shoulders brushed the floor. Tenderly at first, and then with mounting thirst Joyce drank of Lesley's wetness, her tongue explored every detail of the vulva before it, and widened every orifice it found. Lesley quivered like a string on a drawn bow. Seeing her passion Claudie moved in to twang the stiffly erect nipples - it was too much; Lesley peaked, again and again, and every climax brought the image caught in her minds eye into a sharper focus. The image was desire, it was complete lust, it was danger, and it was Frankie! Sitting between her legs in place of Joyce, her lips waiting eagerly for Lesley's amber ambrosia to flow.
Frankie moved from the warmth of the bed to the chill kitchen, to put a brew on for the both of them. Concentrating on the unfamiliar espresso machine, she failed to hear a new occupant sidle towards her. The slight tap on her bare shoulder sent her skywards with surprise, she span to find a grinning Lesley standing behind her
"Can you make me one?" she asked innocently.
"I'll think about it, if you promise not to creep around like that!" Frankie stuttered.
"For you I would promise anything"
Lesley smiled her reply, and uninvited ran her forefinger across the rounded slope of Frankie exposed right breast. She thought she could actually feel the freckles, how could that be possible? How could they raise to caress her fingertips so seductively? Feeling more adventurous the finger assaulted the crenulations below the heavy red teat.
"Can you stop that, you don't own me!" Frankie exploded, turning back to the job at hand "and make your own fucking drink"
Deliberately Frankie looked anywhere but at the surprised youngster. Lesley recovered her composure and tried to mimic Joyce.
"You will let me touch you I DEMAND it!" Frankie grinned, and through the spread lips muttered with menace.
"Demand what you want girly, but the next time you touch me without asking I'll break you arm!"
The set of green eyes were unblinking below the russet hair, and glinted in defiance. Lesley backed away a little, her features a mask of confusion. The mask slipped and changed to astonished recognition.
"Your not one of us, something's wrong"
She turned urgently to leave the confines of the kitchen, and inform Joyce of Frankie's condition.
"Stop right there - I have a proposition for you" Frankie's firm voice echoed.
Lesley stopped and turned to listen. She chose to turn away from the teasing inner voice of Joyce, and towards the more certain rewards; the rewards that only Frankie could offer.
Joyce sat dwarfed in one of the comfortable armchairs.
"So you heard me, eventually" Joyce's voice now filled her head.
The small form said nothing but the monologue boomed on
"You have some power, now is the time to use it. Claudie I need your assistance in uncovering the greatest find of our careers. A whole other civilisation unknown to scholars, I am path finding a new history. Will you join my quest?"
Claudia hesitated, normally she followed the senior archaeologist without question, but not this time; something dark beckoned her very soul.
Joyce did a seemingly unremarkable thing; she just shifted slightly and bared the tips of her small breasts. An invisible electrifying pulse leapt from the hard buds to the palms of Claudie's hands. She felt an intense need to feed, dumbly she gazed as the lifelines on her palms first smiled, and then opened to reveal the deeply serrated edges. The ecstasy of hunger was upon her, and her vision dimmed to a red smeared blur. She watched in fascination as someone (was it her?) moved her hands to the offered teats, the serrations caught against crenulated skin, tasted and then bit! Claudie experienced a mind fuck; her brain climaxed in swirls of kaleidoscopic intensity, and reality ran screaming from the room.
Claudie soared through clouds of red mist, a mist that reeked of cordite. Below her the fog cleared, and men lay dying on thousands of twentieth centaury battlefields - while dark beings scurried to and fro. No matter how hard she looked at them she could never quite make out the detail of the shadowy forms. Then away at breakneck speed, now swooping over virgin forest and up, up into the higher lands. She circled an unknown castle, and heard unfamiliar coarse tongues. On down to a pitiful peasant village, in the muddy street a woman knelt, crying in desolation.
"Sonja... Csejthe... Sonja!"
Once again all was swept away, and replaced by something frighteningly unmistakeable - Golgotha! The crucifixion, it was the final act of cruelty by man to god. This too in its turn faded, to be replaced by dancing throngs of gyrating fools prancing around a golden calf.
Finally a place of refuge appeared and Giza's dry, golden sands surrounded it. Claudie's tormented soul rushed through the hot winds towards the sanctuary of the giant geometric shape. She entered and scoured the ancient passages searching, always searching. When she found it - the beauty was breathtaking, she gulped in the sumptuous surroundings and marvelled at contents of the tomb. All to soon the sarcophagus summoned her, and Claudie's spirit rested safe, inside the warm red glow at the centre of the Khufu pyramid. Then she understood the Wampyr had always stood beside man, urging on the baseness of his nature, feeding from the pitiful weakness of his desires. She understood her fear of the darkness, the coldness that Joyce had forced upon her and screamed in fury at her eternal damnation. The archaeologist finally understood history in all its bleakness and futility. Thankfully her senses collapsed under the impact of total desolation, and coma claimed her.
Something moved at her feet, it was indistinct; she screwed up her eyes and desperately focussed on the shadows gathered before her. They became clearer; one figure knelt, while the other, legs akimbo crouched over its accepting mouth. A smell filled the air; it was familiar, acidic and spicy in its perfume. Gina was instantly snapped from drowsiness, unwillingly she was to witness the act that, although often asked to perform she had never enacted. With mounting repulsion she watched as Lesley emptied her bladder into Frankie's waiting mouth. How could she? After their recent passion how could she prostitute her desire in front of her like this?
Lesley saw Gina's movement from the corner of her eye and stopped mid flow to turn to the dumbfounded observer.
"Do you want some too? I have plenty to share" the girl asked with mock coyness.
Gina shook her head violently, but at that same instant the cool eyes locked on hers, her mouth worked over time to form the negative response her mind screamed. The words tumbled out.
"Please mistress, let me taste you" As Lesley moved towards the bed, Frankie's restraining hand found the girls bare shoulder.
"Surely, a deal is a deal Frankie?" she whispered lowly "you know the risk I am taking!"
Frankie understood and she would have stopped Lesley in her tracks. If only her personal fantasy was not on offer so intense she could touch it, so real she could already taste it. The unnatural desire fought within her and with Joyce's traitorous help won.
The hand fell and Lesley slid to position, her slit above Gina's compliant mouth. A lusty stream gushed forth, spilling from the corners of the reclining girls mouth, and forming warm rivulets down her elegant neck. Frankie stooped and placed her mouth over Gina's sex, sucking it deeply into her mouth. Almost instantly the familiar flavour of Gina's juices was joined by the heady tang of her urine. Frankie pushed her urgent fingers to the pulsing bud of her own clitoris, and bubbled her orgasm from delirious lips. Plans were gone; escape was unimportant as sex once again ruled triumphant in the dampening bedroom.
"When I bar people they stay barred," The resolute woman announced "and I've got your number to, so make this your last visit!"
After calling in a few favours at the local station he had an address, well at least a location; the car had been sold from a Garage in Manhattan, the driver had yet to log their address. All he could do was cruise the area keeping an eye out for the plate. He would find her, and tell her of his love. He would even admit his stupidity, if she needed time to think, she had it. The truck shot over the raised ramps on the roadway as the skyscrapers drew ever closer. Mike was a man on a mission.
Claudia gasped as the life flew back into her body, Joyce filled her field of view, and she could see but not move. She marvelled at the sight of liquid blood running back up the compact overhangs of breast tissue and returning to Joyce's body through savagely erect nipples. A comforting voice soothed her fears.
"The paralysis is temporary, but the knowledge is not, you are part of Wampyr for eternity. An eternity of lust and supreme power, are you prepared for this?"
Not a word passed Claudie's lips, but a broad grin cracked Joyce's face. Unknown languages filled Claudie's mind, slowly she grinned as the message became clear, both clear and deadly. Life returned to Claudie's limbs and she went to gather the others. Before they could rest there was much to discuss.
Lesley walked through the sun-dappled streets of the East Village back towards the club, as she moved the bag swung freely at her side the weight of the fragments acting as a pendulum. It was odd, although she hardly ever slept she never felt tired, or hungry it was as if something unseen sustained her. In fact she felt great, and if she got this right surely Joyce would see her worth and let her in to the roost. Then she would have it all, Frankie, that hanger-on Gina and the power.
She would finally have influence with the leader; get her to accept her as an equal. As she swept along the sidewalk she was deep in thought and blissfully unaware of the power she already wielded. Every head turned for a second look, irrespective of gender they all felt the burst of desire. Men walked on with the telltale limp of the semi-hard-on, mothers desperately ignored the dampness accosting their gussets and wondered at their reaction, and single girls opened their minds to new possibilities.
Finally she arrived at the club; the Meow Mix stood lifeless, crates of empties clustered around the entrance. A push of the door met with stiff resistance, it was firmly locked. Lesley cursed and turned to walk away she would have to return later, maybe even have to wait until the club fully opened. Damn, this was going to make it more difficult to secrete things! From nowhere a slim Hispanic girl in her early teens appeared and hurriedly brushed past her. The girl glanced back at her, an expression of puzzlement and surprise on her face. The girl blushed deeply, unlocked the club door and slipped into the dark interior in a confused rush of hormones.
Lesley turned and pounded on the door.
"Hi, can you let me in, I left my purse with all my credit cards in here last night" She lied astutely.
"I just clean, I can't let anyone in, go away!" a nervous voice quavered.
"OK, just let me leave you my business card, then at least you can call me if you find my purse" The door opened a few inches and a slender hand reached out for the offered card. Lesley gripped the left hand with her right and gently ran her fingertips across the palm.
"Are you sure I can't come in for a quick peek?" She asked sweetly.
As the door swung fully open Lesley stepped from the warmth of the street into the cool doorway.
The house was quiet; Gina and Frankie lay coiled together in post coital repose, their arms wrapped in each other warmth. Joyce and Claudie lay side-by-side sighing and squirming as one, as they dreamt their joint dream.
Standing together the sumptuously dressed women cast their appreciative eyes along the rows of peasant girls shivering in the cold castle hallway. Erzebet clapped her hands and pointed to the studded wooden door, Darvulia opened it and ushered the girls into a well-appointed Anteroom, resplendent with a roaring log fire. The girls were assembled into a row, with their rumps warming in front of the generous fire. They were a fine collection this time; Darvulia had excelled her self in the village. Handmaidens appeared carrying fine gossamer gowns and silver platters filled with deep red wine in crystal glasses. Full jugs of wine were sloshed down onto low wooden tables.
Darvulia handed a glass of the fine wine to each of the nervous girls, and timidly they sipped it, appreciating its smokey flavour. Darvulia reproached them, and picking up a full glass quaffing it down in a single fluid motion. She reached for the jug and refilled the glass, repeating the process. The message was universal and accepted; the gaggle of girls thirstily gulped down the rich brew, and not wanting to offend their influential hosts recharged their empty glasses. As the wine flowed the girls relaxed, laughing and chatting to each other of their fortune in being invited to the fabled Castle Csejthe. Darvulia and Erzebet stripped off their formal dresses and slipped into two of the sheer gossamer gowns. Darvulia's impatient arm motion indicated to the girls to do the same. The wine had done its work well, and all reluctance had disappeared; soon a dozen naked girls quickly compared their bodies before donning the gowns.
Erzebet and Darvulia moved to recline on a low bed and hugged each other before starting a more intimate embrace. The girls glanced at the couple, and then at each other unsure of what to do. Darvulia broke her lips from the hardened tip of one rearing nipple long enough to indicate that they were expected to copy. Stripped of their peasant clothing and strict morals the girls complied, and throughout the room couples paired off into impassioned embraces. Soon the boldest of the girls had sought out the wet recesses of their friend's bodies. Erzebet watched their fumbled lovemaking intently, and then indicated to Darvulia with an outstretched palm, which was to be the first.
As usual her choice was impeccable; a well-rounded girl of seventeen summers, with wide sensuous hips, a narrow waist and a pert bosom delicately tipped with puffy pink nipples. Her flaxen hair fell beyond her shoulders to the upper slopes of her virgin breasts. The sculptured face's complexion was clear and honeyed, with dark eyes smouldering above a fine aquiline nose. The full lips of her wide mouth curled upward full of lascivious enjoyment. Darvulia freed the girl from the clutches of her devoted friend. The succulent plop of full-lipped vulva leaving a surprised mouth sounded, soon to be replaced by the excited squeal of the new recipient of the hungry mouth as the detached youth turned her lust elsewhere.
Darvulia guided the giggling girl to the side bedroom; it was sparsely furnished with a framed bed and deep sunken tub.
"Play time,"
Darvulia whispered suggestively into the girl's ear as she tied her hands behind her back to one of the posts of the frame bed. Then a in an instant a blindfold was skilfully applied, covering her dark orbs
"What is your given name?"
Erzebet quietly enquired of the drunken girl.
"Sonja" came the disoriented reply.
As Sonja went to close her mouth something firm filled it. The ball gag was firmly tied, trapping her tongue just before the ligature drew tight around her neck. Soundlessly the girl struggled as a knife drew a weeping curved red line, first under one plump nipple, and then under the other. Following these wine dulled incisions Sonja felt the lightest of suckling lips descend on the wounds, gently slaking a deep thirst. Sonja bucked as she felt the cord around her neck tighten cruelly, and slowly the final darkness descended.
Darvulia delicately wiped the blood from the blade before returning it to it's hiding place under the lace pillow. Secretly she ran her fingers over the raised family crest, savouring its power. She turned to look unsympathetically at the slumped girl; her lifeblood flowed from a wide gash across her neck into the sunken bath. She would be drained in another five minutes, and disposed of. Erzebet was already selecting her successor from the debauched orgy in the adjacent room. Darvulia smiled; soon they would all serve her mistress, but none as loyally as her. The darkening castle welcomed nightfall.
Joyce and Claudia lay side-by-side fast asleep, Joyce's left hand moved deeply between Claudia's legs in a steady rhythm. Claudie's right hand twitched in magical synchronicity between Joyce's thighs. With increasing power and frequency their mutual somnambulistic orgasms carried them to a deeper understanding of their joint inheritance.
All was quiet as she dropped from the last step, and Lesley shouted cheerily
"Thanks I found my purse," into the unlit cavernous interior.
"I'm off now!"
There was a brief muffled reply; there was something about the retorts timbre that enchanted Lesley. She decided to seek out the speaker, her legs seemed to know which way to go; after a few steps her other senses caught up, the sweetest of smells - so rich she could taste it on her tongue, the most velvet of lips brushing softly against hers. Blindly she felt her being drawn towards something pure, virginally innocent. Her sole intent was corruption of such innocence it was too tempting, too easy.
Joyce stirred in her day-time slumber, her dreams pulled apart from her sisters; Claudia alone saw the dispatching of the remaining peasant girls. For seconds that stretched into years Joyce's mind was blank, until the call came. The call whipped through her rest and transported her soul to a very different bedchamber. At it's centre a dark haired woman reclined, Joyce's mind cowered as the unspoken words rang in her mind.
"Welcome novice into the presence of Erzsébet Bathory, council member of the Wampyr high command. Fear for your immortality, my will rules supreme."
Joyce felt her body pushed down into a supplicants pose.
"What do you want with me?" Joyce's words froze in the chill air.
"Want with you," Erzsébet cruelly laughed "nothing, from you, everything.
You are the most useful of our new recruits, and you are truly privileged. Most vampyres never met one of the true Wampyr, let alone consort with one. However needs drive us, man is close to defeating us, not by power or wisdom but by his fascination with science"
"Defeat us, man is too weak willed, surely?" Joyce asked in astonishment.
"True, but he would not even know of his victory, or need to fight the battle. As always he would stumble forth in stupidity, but he would still win!"
"How, when all we need to do is take of his blood to enslave him?" Joyce questioned the mistress.
"His blood, yes it is both our strength and our weakness. Humans produce intoxicants in their blood when they have pleasure; it is these we feed on not the blood itself. True Wampyr cannot produce the intoxicants themselves and without our regular supply we fade, we can pass on our nature to humans through the bite, or more rarely we can find orphans"
"Orphans?" Joyce furrowed her brow.
"Yes, like you, somewhere in your ancestry a vampyre bit, but did not complete the bite. One of your forebears was strong or wiley enough to escape. The bite was carried through your bloodline to you, an orphan; you do not need the bite. Any contact with a vampyre or its property will turn you"
"So how will man defeat us, there must be many orphans?" Joyce quizzed further
"Many thousands, but soon with his science man will find them, cure them and in the process destroy us. Our touch damages man; if the orphan has no contact with a vampyre by middle age it will perish young. Man will soon have the power to detect this and cure it. If that cure was given to all - Wampyr could not infect humans"
"We would die out!" Joyce interjected her eyes widening.
"Yes, and you are tasked to find and seduce one who can prevent that happening, we need to fight fire with fire, find me an accursed scientist! Do not fail me Wampyr hate is not to be endured"
Abruptly the dream ended, back to welcoming blankness Joyce's soul fled carrying Erzsébet's task wedded to its core. In her sleep Joyce turned her black hair swept across her features, black except for one streak of the purest virginal white.
Maldea wondered at the new feelings her young body produced, oh she had touched herself before, but never with such urgent purpose. Her dark toned hands dipped under her panty band and spread the collecting dew towards the sparse hairs of her smooth mound. Her breath whistled between semi-open lips as her panting deepened. Maldea's mind used her mothers voice to scream at her, to stop the thoughts and the plundering digits, before they sullied her. Desire was stronger than the upbringing, and the body responded faster than the guilt could cope with. Images of soft female flesh hung before her, succulent peach skinned breasts, deep liquid valleys, her wetness played against her fingers as the pleasure surged, Maldea spiralled into her first orgasm of womanhood.
Lesley pursed her lips, and then licked them slowly in appreciation of the impromptu floorshow she had just witnessed. Her boot tip reached out to nudge the girls left foot. She jumped, startled and staring.
"Its alright, that was lovely - would you like to learn more?" Lesley asked in smooth languid voice.
"No, leave me it's wrong, I'm bad - I need confession, I'm..." The girl cried in terror.
"What you need the church can't supply, but I can" Lesley grinned stepping out of her discarded pants.
"Stay away from me I'll scream," threatened the seated girl.
"You will, but you'll have to make me scream first" Lesley laughed throwing her skirt over the girls upturned tear streaked face.
Maldea struggled against the flesh being pressed into her face, trying desperately to avoid contact with the slippery slit. It was hopeless the lips found hers and pressed savagely down smearing juices in their wake. Another outrage, nimble fingers sought the tender nipples on the under-developed chest. Once more her body started the sweet betrayal, her lips opened a fraction and met slick pungent skin, the taste was pure temptation. An inexperienced tongue explored the flavour further and all was lost, and found in an instant. The girl worshipped between Lesley's stretched legs feeding her newfound desire. Olive skinned hands plundered the small wet vulva for the second time as Maldea discovered the bud of her polished clitoris.
Mike swung the pickup into East Houston, It was getting late, and he would need to find somewhere to hole up for the night soon. His eyes flicked alone the sidewalk looking for accommodation, 237, nope 251, nope, 269... Lesley! She just appeared before him sauntering away from the street corner doorway. Mike slammed on the brakes and rammed the right tires unceremoniously up the kerbstone. He searched in desperation for her, and flew from the seat to head up Avenue B in desperate pursuit.
"Hey buddy, you can't leave it there I've got a delivery due" An unseen voice challenged.
"Buddy"
"BUDDY,"
"YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Lesley will soon return from the Meow mix; where she has been laying the bait. Soon our victims will come to us, making our presence harder to detect. It also avoids the risk of us being unable to return here before the dawn launches an obscene sun into the sky. Your task is to entertain our guests, entertain and extract vital information. We are searching for a scientist, or even better a molecular biologist to convert to the cause. Why this is needed you do not need to know, simply contact me, my or sister Claudie with any information. Anyone converting such a contact for personal pleasure will be outcast!"
"What do you mean outcast?" asked an inquisitive Frankie.
"Just that you will be excluded from the house and the roost" Joyce stated.
"But, we'd die!" Gina gasped open mouthed.
"Just so and quite horribly, so no mistakes" Smiled Joyce.
"Frankie could I have a word?" Joyce added "Alone"
Claudie led Gina out of the lounge, her arm slung loosely around the girl's waist. Frankie watched them depart; it still hurt to see Gina with someone else. As the linked figures disappeared Joyce spoke in a hushed but threatening voice.
"Always the one to question, never quite able to hide your impertinence are you Frankie"
"No offence Joyce, I'm just the nosey kind, you know?" Frankie gulped, even towering over Joyce's slight form she still felt small.
"I know, Frankie, I know you had time to build up resistance before you bite was completed. I know you are a rebel, but I will crush you if you oppose my will" Joyce's voice grated with hard-edged hate.
"Oppose you why would..." Frankie's sentence was cut short by a thrusting hand grabbing her throat. As if weightless she was lifted a full six inches from the ground.
"Oppose me and watch Gina die, oppose me and I will make her the outcast. I will force you to watch her flesh stripped by the noon sun, you will see her change right before you into something you can't bear to look at, let alone touch! Do we understand each other?" Joyce looked deeply into the shocked eyes.
"Yes, you're killing me, please" Frankie croaked.
Joyce lessened her grip and returned a shaken Frankie to solid ground.
"Good, it's best to be clear, it saves a lot of bad feeling in the long run," Joyce smiled. "Now show me there is no bad feeling Frankie" Frankie stooped and kissed Joyce, lightly at first, but then with increasing passion. Frankie's hands slid easily down Joyce's back and pulled the twin globes of her ass-cheeks apart. An insistent finger probed against a resistant sphincter, then popped into the pliant depths. Joyce sighed heavily and relaxed back onto the sofa, she looked up into Frankie's adoring eyes and grinned. As the lapping began to spread wetness up her slit Joyce closed her eyes in pleasure.
Frankie's loving pupils watched Joyce carefully through the fuzz of pubic hair, they kept all their warmth until it was safe, safe to let the hatred shine in their depths.
Maldea hurried through the cleaning, for the first time ever she was running late, damn that woman! She was going to be in trouble here and at home if she wasn't careful. Just the stalls to finish and she was done, a quick disinfect would have to do today. The final bowl gleamed, one quick flush and it would be done, and clunk! The handle moved but struck something, Maldea shoved her gloved hand in and pulled out the obstacle. The door downstairs opened, hurriedly she flushed the toilet again success! She slid the obstacle into the pocket of her apron and raced downstairs.
"Hi, Maldea I thought you be gone, won't Mamma be worried?" Asked Petra the barmaid.
"All finished, just a bit slow today, bye!"
As Petra watched the teenaged butt disappear from the club door, she laughed silently; Mamma really didn't want her little Maldea near the guests. Petra could see her point the girl did have appeal, but then there were limits - after all who would risk jail just to corrupt Maldea.
Lesley sat opposite Mike looking cool and unflustered. Mike tried his best to play the same poker card - miserably as it turned out. Sweat beaded his forehead, and concern furrowed his brow.
"Why did you follow me Mikey, just go home it's too late" Lesley sounded supremely calm
"It is not too late, and never will be - that's what I came to say, I will wait however long it takes. However long you need, Lesley I love you" Mike spluttered.
"Love won't help this time, everything's changed, you need to understand that, AND GO!" Lesley had added a touch of steel to her voice.
"No, nothings changed, I'm me, you're you" Mike responded.
"Didn't you see the club I came from, it's a lesbian club understand, it's over" Lesley's expression was coldness personified.
"I saw, but I don't believe, this woman's pulled you into some cult, hasn't she" Mike spat.
"No I am doing what I want," Lesley stood to leave the small Café "goodbye Mike, go home!"
As Lesley turned Mike caught her arm, in a flash Lesley leant back hard on the heel of her boot. The pressure of the stiletto slid through the leather upper of Mikes Nike trainer and then sunk and inch into the top of his unprotected foot. Mike screamed his agony, and by the time his head had cleared she was gone. He paid the check and rushed through the door, limping along Avenue B for all he was worth. It was hopeless, his left trainer was filling with blood, and the pain slowed him to a crawl he had lost her!
Slowly flatteringly he made his way back to the pick up, or rather where the pick up had been. A joyful storeowner greeted him, and shoved the notice in his hand "Betsy" had been impounded. Shit, the day just got better and better! As he stood there cursing he noticed a slip of a girl walk up to the club door that Lesley had emerged from. She knocked, had a brief conversation with and unseen person and turned clutching a set of keys, before dropping them into the pocket of her apron. For no sane reason he decided to follow the girl maybe, just maybe, she could lead him to Lesley.
Had Mike only known how close he was to her, Lesley stood fifty yards behind him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was so close to going to him, but she couldn't. No way was she going to draw him into this; she spun on her bloodied heel and set off towards the setting sun, and the despised roost that was home.
"Well done Lesley, come join us - the ceremony will being shortly. You will soon join us fully"
The idea thrilled Lesley, Mike was suddenly a distant memory, and she beamed in gratitude, bubbling her words.
"You mean it, Joyce - join you all, When!"
"Just as soon as we locate our new servant, you may need some patience - as you know I am careful in my selection" Joyce smiled warmly.
Lesley's spirits soared; Joyce would recognize her efforts at last. Black hair bobbing she skipped up to Frankie's side and planted a kiss full on her surprised lips. To Lesley's delight the sensual reply was deep and passionate. Frankie's hands stoked her breasts gently teasing her cotton-covered nipples. Breathless she pulled away; as she did she noticed they were not the only entwined couple in the room Gina and Claudie were busily petting on the cushion-strewn floor. For an instant it crossed her mind that Frankie was trying to make Gina jealous, but truth was Gina wasn't even aware of Lesley's return. Her mood lifted to dizzying heights; at last it was all coming together.
Maldea was alone in her bedroom sulking slumped unladylike on the bed; Mamma had grounded her for a week. Her voice had carried such accusation, and after the days events Maldea had blushed at just the wrong moment. The grounding she could deal with, there was always the well-used drainpipe escape route; but having her cleaning job taken that was the pits, even when she wasn't grounded she would have no money. Full of anger she stood and stripped off the useless apron sending it flying across the small badly wallpaper room. It hid the wall with a thud; the shock threw the mirror fragment tinkling across the bare floorboards.
"Hey, what are you banging around for, it's all your fault!" Mamma's voice echoed from below.
"Sorry, Mamma I dropped something, no harm done"
She listened carefully for footfalls on the steps, when none came Maldea dashed across the room, scooped up the fragment and hid it under her pillow. She then lay back and switched on the battered radio, tweaking the volume as low as it would go. Her long fingers flicked up the light switch, and she waited for the Latin rhythm to carry her away from the boredom that was her life.
The effect of the light going out was less than relaxing for Mike, hell no, she couldn't go to sleep at eight O'clock at night; what self-respecting teenager did that. Mike turned up his collar against the drizzle, and eased as much pressure off his sticky left foot as he could. Standing here didn't seem much fun, but at least it hurt less than walking - the other reason was even simpler, he had nowhere else to go.
Petra nipped out from behind the bar to swing a possessive arm around Sherry. The tall blonde glanced down at the bar maid, mildly confused.
"Hi Pet, I thought we were ancient history. What's up?" asked Sherry smiling.
"Not sure, but ever since I got here today the place seems different, kinda spooky I s'pose" Petra stuttered.
" The ghosts of lovers past, returning for you no doubt!" Sherry giggled.
"No I'm serious - something's off center here. Will you keep an eye out?"
"Yeah, sure don't worry yourself, Sherry's here" The mirth disappeared from Sherry's eyes, but the confusion remained.
Early bird custom appeared at the bar, and Petra dutifully disappeared in a flurry of curves. Sherry spotted Patricia and motioned to her friend.
"Trish, is Petra using again?" Sherry enquired in a hushed tone.
"Not, that I know, nothing since the two of you..."
"Yeah sure," Sherry quickly cut in "so how are you doin' girl?"
"Fine - hell it's cold in here" Trish shivered. "Oh don't you start, here I'll warm you up - would the lady like to dance?" Sherry winked, and dropped on hand to slap Trish's attractive rump.
"Enchanter, Madame," Trish replied with a giggle.
Joyce stood surrounded by her acolytes, in front of her on the table lay two items, the Bathory knife and the remaining fragment of mirror.
"This first scan will only affect those already touched by the roost, and prepare the others for the second touch." Joyce intoned.
Joyce picked up the sacred blade and ran its tip across her plump nipple. A crimson splash of blood wetted the blade to the hilt. Joyce inverted the knife and let several thickening droplets fall on to the mirrors dull surface. At once the walls of the lounge were bathed in a dull red light.
"Come let us retire to our desires in the basement, the message is sent."
Amid the plethora of lights in the Meow mix the dull red glow was lost, none noticed its sinister tinge. All however were affected, the touch reached into their souls and planted its dark seed. For those who had touched before it was much more profound - it started as an unsettling urge and grew into desperation. Trish and Sherry paused from their impassioned dancing, and withdrew silently to the sidelines of the throng. They looked at each other and saw the same unspoken need. Not even pausing to slake their considerable thirsts they walked past their drinks and out of the pounding club environment onto the damp sidewalk. Raising their snouts they savored the dank air, the message was clear and the call irresistible. Sherry slipped her arm through Trish's as they fell into step. The night had called, and they must answer.
Maldea's dream rose to fever pitch, she ran through the graveyard in sheer panic. Her panic was driven by the feeling that it would get away from her, leave her stranded forever as an unknowing child. Behind her she could hear mamma steady steps, to her side the illuminated church beaconed its welcome; but she wanted none of it she wanted - corruption! The gossamer gown billowed around her body as she ran, her sweat plastering it seductively to her slim body. She turned the corner and ran into the arms of...
Abruptly she awoke, terrified and stimulated in similar amounts; she knew - she must answer the call. Maldea crept down the drainpipe silently, her route to paradise already planned. She dropped from the window ledge to the street, and set off at pace so intent on her goal that everything else fell outside blinkered vision. Maldea's natural caution would normally have registered the limping form on the far side of the road tonight it did not. A second couple set out on a one-way journey.
Vampyre lust when fully developed clouded the mind with unearthly passions and dimmed reality to a pale shadow. This would not do the girls needed their wits about them; this was to be their first pack attack. Even so the wet succulent skin rubbing against hers was so tempting that Joyce almost peaked, it would have been too soon. Struggling with her desire she withdrew from the huddle formed by Gina, Frankie, Claudie and the most desirable of all Lesley.
Joyce watched the sensuous display enacted before her and sighed; it was so tempting to go back into the throng and loose her body to the alien passion. She could clearly see Gina's erect nipples poking out savagely from between Frankie's fingers as Claudie dropped her velvet lips alternately to their hard tips, sucking them deeply between her white teeth. As her mouth moved between the buds a sliver trail of glistening saliva ran down the generous mounds towards the undulating stomach. Lesley loving caressed the tanned skin of Gina's well-defined abdomen; occasionally letting her fingers dip to skim the dense patch of damp curls nestled snugly within the twitching thighs.
It was no good the desire was too strong, Joyce took two steps towards her impassioned roost mates; her journey was interrupted by a loud knocking from the door upstairs. Startled back from the brink of mutual lust she turned and flowed up the stairwell to greet her guests. She opened the door on the stimulating sight of Sherry and Trish locked in a deep embrace. Joyce could see the wet tongues probing against one another, as Trish bucked against the busy hand wedged between her black thighs. They broke their embrace and turned to look at Joyce, she was the epitome of seduction from the tip of her dark locks to the tips of her elegantly turned toes.
"I had this feeling we'd meet again," Sherry whispered in barely disguised appreciation.
"Welcome all is ready, I even have a floor show to titillate you even further" Joyce smoldered to the pair of them.
Joyce then turned and swayed away towards the closest door in the hallway, she opened it and a warm waft of sexual desire washed its way over the newcomers. Without hesitation they entered the front door and swung it shut behind them.
Mike saw the women disappear into the house as he rounded the corner, and 50 yards ahead of him the girl paused briefly before walking up to the closed door. In desperation she scrabbled at the closed door with her fingers. It opened and her slight form slipped inside the house with cautious intent. Mike grinned, he even chuckled quietly ignoring the pain from his punctured foot as he sneaked forwards; anywhere she could get into he could. Street lamps briefly illuminated his pale face as he passed them, gone was the confidence, and the healthy tan. His bouncy blond hair now hung lank against his forehead. His expression was more akin to the obsessive than the hunter, but he was sure of one thing. This was journeys end.
Maldea shut the door firmly behind her back and leant heavily on it, a reassuring click sounded as the Yale lock secured the door. She had been lucky; Sherry had been too driven by her moist cunt to bother with such simple security. Her small breasts heaved up and down, she was deeply afraid. Yet something told her it was right to be here, it was her right, her destiny. Slowly she crept forwards in the darkened hallway, her hormones rushing into overdrive as her senses reeled form the sexual aura pervading the hall. She had to steady herself and willed the gasp to muted silence as her eyes feasted on the writhing bodies. She couldn't see them clearly they were just visible through the door that had been left carelessly ajar. Her pupils widened to accept the degradation flooding into them, flooding in sympathy with the urine streaming from the standing girl onto the orgy of women beneath her. Maldea instantly recognized the pissing woman, but then again how could she ever forget her.
Maldea's lips opened and the tongue slid forth as if to taste the golden spray, her hands moved with a will of their own to her small tits and hungry slit. She was mesmerized by, and at the same time drawn towards the perverted act. As she moved onto the top off the stairwell she noticed the others, the spell was broken by fear of discovery and she stopped in her tracks. She had little to fear however the three standing women were transfixed by the spectacle at their feet.
The centre one of the three was considerably shorter than the blond on her right or the plumper black girl to her left, however she seemed to be orchestrating things, one hand busily fondled the blonds ass while the other delved between the ample cheeks of the black beauty. Lust rose from Maldea's virgin clit, the burning passion played games with her mind and drove it wild with wanton seduction. Her masturbation took on a ritualistic air, she was a woman and she would come like a woman not like some timid child.
Mike steadied himself on the doorstep and pressed his shoulder into the creaking door with all his weight and might. The door was immovable; it stood in splendid resolution rejecting his advances even when frustration added ferocity to the attempt. It refused to budge one inch, Mike stood back cursing softly, as the sweat collected on his damp locks before falling unnoticed to the step. There must be another way in, he was resourceful - he would find it and rescue Lesley. Feeling along the sidewall of the house Mike blindly made his way through the dark passage and into the back garden. Mike surveyed the shadowy rear of the property, it all looked secure.
Hang on - the back door looked damaged, cautiously Mike padded painfully forward. A sheet of ply had replaced the glass in the wooden framed door, now if this was just nailed he could push it out. Still anguished by his earlier failure Mike pushed with all his strength against the wood. This time his effort met with splendid if somewhat sudden success. The ply board flew clattering to the kitchen floor; unfortunately Mike's own momentum added to his precarious balance and launched him headlong through the now empty frame. His body cleared the hole with ease, as did his legs, it was only his feet that slammed into the solid wood. Mike's involuntary scream could have woken the dead, and in fact it did.
"Take care of the little bird Claudie" Joyce commanded as she rushed past the girl.
Lesley who had the strangest feeling as she fled overtook Joyce. Lesley couldn't help but think that someone needed her protection. She must get there first. Indeed she did and what she saw drained the color from her face. Mike was sprawled across the kitchen floor with blood gushing from between his hands; he mewled like an injured animal as a crimson stream pulsed from his tightly clasped foot. There was so much blood it would drive them crazy! Defensively Lesley spun on her bare foot and spread her legs wide. She positioned herself between the rest of the roost and Mike's pathetic form.
Meanwhile in the basement Maldea was coming like a woman, screaming her orgasm into the depths of Trish's slick vulva. Her childish abdomen was swollen and undulating in time to the pummeling of Sherry's fist in her once tight vagina, small vestiges of hymen flapped uselessly against the flexing wrist. Her own fingers were grappling in the depths of Claudie's overflowing slit. Maldea felt Sherry's fist tremble and go rigid inside her, through barely opened eyes she could she the blond convulsing in pleasure.
Claudie must be one hell of a lover to make a girl come like that by just holding her breasts. Sherry collapsed in a heap and her hand relaxed motionless within Maldea's stretched opening. Maldea reached another peak just as Trish's large clit found and then ground against the teenagers nose. Maldea thought she would drown in the woman's juices, as a sudden gush covered her face in forbidden secretions. Trish tumbled from her mounted position on Maldea's face, and Maldea saw Claudie clearly at last; her final scream was one of terror rather than passion. Then the hands found her.
"Ah so its finally decision time" Joyce spoke coldly as she eyed Lesley with uncertainty.
"Leave him alone" Lesley warned.
"Wrong decision girl," Frankie spoke low "I've waited for this"
Frankie made a deranged grab for Lesley's neck, Lesley evaded it with ease but in so doing she gave room for Gina to slip past her. Gina pounced on Mike's fallen body, causing Lesley to spin and grip the vampyre firmly by the hair. Lesley pulled lush clumps free as she wrestled to get the lethal Gina away from Mike.
"Leave him bitch, leave him alone..." Lesley left her sentence unfinished as her voice gurgled incoherently.
"Time to join us" Joyce crowed in victory.
Joyce's hands were firmly planted on Lesley's breasts, and their blood exchanged through the umbilici that attached Joyce to Lesley's exploding nipples. The alien blood coursed through the girl's body rampaging towards the vulnerable brain tissues. Once found the cells were transformed and the nerve impulses raced to every fiber of Lesley's body. Lesley came in a shower of red-hot orgasms each new one building before the last had time to subside. She lost control and released Gina; tufts of hair fell from her hands, and Lesley slumped to her knees. She felt the need, the desperation - she must feed - NOW! Her hands raked at the shirt on Mike's chest - shredding it in seconds. Her hunger was so intense that the serrated tubes leapt from her palms a good six inches to latch onto Mike's unwilling nipples. He turned to her in desperation.
"Lesley no, Please no!" Mike's voice cracked along the edges of insanity.
Mike stared directly into Lesley's wide-open slit; it seemed to wink seductively at him. The unexpected stream of hot piss hit him between the eyes, stinging and blinding them. Mike fought hard but he was trapped, and then he felt another set of tube teeth bite his stomach. Someone ripped open his trousers; and white volcanic agony hit him as his testicles were punctured, his unruly cock extended inappropriately and a final set of tubes latched onto his swollen glans. His penis spurted semen uselessly high into the kitchen that had become his torture chamber. Mike came profusely, as was fitting for any mans final ejaculation. Even long after all signs of life were gone the roost feasted on Mike and drained every drop of liquid desire he contained.
The night passed in an orgy of Wampyr sex, not an inch of body was left unexplored. Maldea passed from being an inexperienced virgin to becoming debauched sex-slave with every passing minute. Finally the house calmed down, as unnatural desires was temporarily slaked. Efforts to effect repairs were now more important; they needed to be complete before the approaching sunrise arrived. The kitchen door was resealed, and the husk of Mike's once proud body was carried down to the basement and dumped in a dark corner. Disposal would have to wait - it would be dawn soon.
"We will gather in the kitchen for a final ceremony," Joyce announced.
As Joyce stood surrounded by her servants, her brow knotted in barely suppressed anger.
"One of us has acted without instruction, has put their own desire to feed before my command," Joyce's voice thundered, "Make yourself known"
Gina solemnly took a single step forwards; there was an intake of breath from all, Frankie glared at Joyce with menace as she fidgeted uncomfortably.
"I instructed you to leave the man to me, you chose to ignore my command. Did you hear me, do you have telepathy?" asked Joyce with menace.
"No I never..." Gina's trembling reply was cut short.
"You lie, and you know the penalty for moving against me!" Joyce sneered.
"You can't - you bitch, I'll kill you first" Screamed Frankie and she lunged violently at Joyce.
Joyce stumbled backwards from the unanticipated contact; pain was written loud across her face, the reason became obvious. The hilt of the Bathory dagger protruded darkly from between Joyce's breasts. As the blood ran down her stomach blue flames started to lick outwards from the deeply imbedded knife. With supreme effort Joyce's hands raised and fastened on the weapon; slowly she drew it from her injured heart. She faltered and fell to her knees in agony.
"Claudie" she uttered in desperation.
Claudia rushed forwards and added all of her strength to the hurried task of removing the cruel blade. It was hopeless! The knife began to sink further in, and Claudia felt her body being repelled by the blade as it fed on Joyce's immense strength. With an incredible force Claudia was hurled back from Joyce's dying body. She flew and smashed into the kitchen wall, falling winded to the floor. Claudia watched in immobilized horror as her sister perished. Wicked blue flames licked up Joyce's disintegrating body. Her dark hair lit and she burned like a melting human candle, in her death throws her charred body fell forward and hit the floor - driving the blade deep into her desiccated body. Joyce was gone.
Claudia regained her breath, if not her composure; tears streamed from her grieving eyes.
"Seize them!" She ordered.
Sherry and Trish stepped forwards and subdued Gina, while Lesley grappled with Frankie.
"Banish them, NOW!" screamed a demented Claudia.
Maldea opened the kitchen door and the rebellious pair was thrown from the house. The door snapped shut.
"Through the power of my mind you will witness the fate of Vampyre traitors. Watch and learn"
They stood in complete silence as the images from the garden entered their souls.
Gina was desperately looking for somewhere to hide, Frankie watched her with pity in her eyes.
"Forget it Gina, we're dead meat, come here - lets at least go out in some style" Frankie suggested.
Gina was calmed by Frankie's wisdom, and walked up to her brave friend. Tenderly they kissed and relaxed, breast pressed against rounded breast, pubis against warm pubis. At last they were together and they were themselves. The first rays of morning sunlight fell on the entwined lovers and a fine blue smoke haze surrounded them. Healthy pliant flesh blossomed ugly blisters as the caustic sunlight stripped away their sin. Soon it was impossible to tell where one lover began and the other ended, the flesh melted and merged in such bubbling intensity. Slowly the bodies disintegrated and fell silently into a single mound of wind swept ash. In the kitchen the remainder of the roost stood transfixed, the fear of understanding glowing in their illuminated eyes.
"So die all outcasts," Claudia announced.
She then turned and walked deliberately towards the waiting basement there was not one glance back. Her frightened acolytes following in complete silence.
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