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.
In the basement a patch of blue liquid gathered on the dark ceiling, slowly it grew in volume and finally dripped to the basement floor. With increasing speed the droplet streaked across the floor like an electric blue stream. It swept past the sleeping bodies into the darkest corner of the room. Finding its host the droplet finally slid between the dried lips of Mike's corpse. Immediate changes ensued, the parchment skin softened, plumping itself in to glowing pinkness. The change swept down the deeply creased neck and into the once fit body. Musculature began to form, and regal blood to flow, the soft thump, thump of a distant heartbeat sounded in the still air.
The blond hair on Mike head shone once again as it cascaded onto firm shoulders. From these sprung a long smooth neck that lead to the most exquisitely finely detailed face. The high cheekbones were topped with dark violet eyes gracing sockets deep with mystery. A short upturned nose was placed above a wide sensual mouth. Mike stirred and his soft hands fell to reveal small plump breasts tipped with honeyed erect nipples. At his groin the rude penile lump was replaced with a fine rounded mound, covered with downy blond fluff. The tops of the thighs were sculpted and firm, the gap where they joined revealed a fine pair of full lush labia. Mike was in fact dead, both dead and gone - in Mike's place lived Mika. Mika was a most desirable young woman.
Mika dreamed of her mistress, of her cruelty and her passion. She knew of both, she had tasted both - however she still could not say which she preferred. The name teased around her mind her mistress was... it was so close she could feel its sensual texture of the word but she could not remember it. She could remember the body though the firm breasts she caressed, the large buds on their tips seemingly always erect. Elegant hands; hands that could take her to the very highest pleasure then slap her down into the depths of despair. She could remember the musky flavor of her lover's vaginal lips. They were so soft and wide - easily sliding against her tongue. The feel of the stiff nub between her fingers as she stroked the shaft of Darvulia's engorged clitoris. Darvulia - that was her name, a name to remember, a name to fear! Mika snapped out of her dream state and into the twentieth centuary basement.
Claudia woke at the same instant; one thought was in her mind - survival. She was in mortal danger, but from what? She scanned the room desperately for clues, there were none? Then her mind recoiled from an intense touch.
"Sister prepare to die, as impures always will" Blasted into her consciousness.
"Who dare threaten a Vampyre, you will be the fatality - fool!" Claudia transmitted.
"A Wampyr can tear your soul apart, I am Wampyr not Vampyre" Came the icy reply.
"I can serve you mistress, spare me" Claudia pleaded.
"You can serve me as can your spawn - by dying," Chided the Wampyr "Now enough idle chat come to me and die"
Claudia's unwilling legs carried her stiffly towards the dark corner. Mika stepped forwards into Claudia's view, Claudia was lost - she had never seen anything as beautiful. Despite her fear her nipples hardened and thick juices ran slickly down her thighs. At once all the roost awakened, driven by the desire to protect Claudia. Sherry and Trish snarled bearing their teeth to the intruder, Lesley clawed the air and howled in sincere challenge. Despite this Mika remained calm and reached out a hand towards Claudia's breast.
Claudia came at the mere thought of the embrace, but when it came it brought pain not passion. The girls rushed forwards to attack, but were stopped in their tracks by the sight of Claudie's heart still beating held high in the intruders fist. In a second Mika closed her fist and crushed the heart to stillness. As the beating stopped the attacking Vampyres collapsed en-masse. Rapidly Mika made her way to the side of Lesley's body, her features had already started to crumble. Mika bared her long canines and sank them swiftly into Lesley breast, drinking deeply of her drying blood. Lesley appearance improved and tenderly Mika returned her to the floor. Mika then drew one long fingernail across her own right wrist, and placed the weeping gash to Lesley's lips. Mika smiled as she felt the lips suckle, she had been in time, and her Lesley would recover given enough rest.
Maldea had been a silent witness to the whole act, and began to wish she had never ventured from her mothers watchful eyes.
"So what have we here, a little vampyres slut," Mika spoke softly "Now you could have your uses day walker"
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me - I won't tell anyone" Maldea heard her own voice echo.
"Don't be scared slut, you can serve me and Lesley well," Mika smiled "In fact death always makes me wet, shall we play little one?"
Maldea knew better than to reply, she simply crawled on her hands and knees to Mika and placed her lips on the bare vulva. As the intoxicating fluid flowed into her mouth Maldea lost all her fear and forgot her mother. The mistress was all that mattered; only the mistress could give such sweet pleasure. Maldea felt the hands on her hair - her mouth was mashed into the soporific flesh. Maldea's own hands parted her well used labia and Maldea's clit burst into a new life, as her fingers played she was sure she could feel it grow; it felt long and hard as it rippled to its first release. Maldea was a slave, but she now felt fully free.
"Trish, are you awake Trish?"
When no reply came she reached out a hand to the sleeping girls shoulder, it was so cold to the touch. Gently she shook Trish in an attempt to rouse her, Trish let out a long sorrowful sigh and rolled on to her back. The young features of her once pretty face were gone, and were replaced by deep ravine like creases; the previously full lips were pulled savagely back in a sardonic grimace - exposing chalk white teeth in blackened gums. A death rattle gurgled through Trish's decayed throat and the weak light in her sunken eyes vaporized like mist before a summer sun.
Panicked into action Lesley stood and rushed to check her other roost mates. Sherry laid flat on her back her once blond hair now a shock of white above a wizened face. Her chest was unmoving, the breasts a withered memory of their former glory. Tears pricked at the corners of Lesley's eyes as she turned in desperation to Claudia for help. What she saw overwhelmed her, and she fell to her knees weeping besides Claudia's defiled body. They were all gone, the roost was dead; someone must pay for this sacrilege!
As she sat on her haunches seething with agony Lesley slowly became aware of a presence, the hairs on her neck raised in fearful respect. She could feel the prying eyes burning through her skin and ravishing her soul. Lesley felt pure unadulterated hatred course through her veins, and her lips drew back in a feral snarl. Without any warning she sprang up, and turning in one fluid motion toppled the voyeuristic killer. Entwined and struggling they tumbled over and over on the rough floor. Lesley savagely lunged trying in desperation to sink her long canines into the interlopers flesh. Try as she might she could not reach, the body under her tensioned momentarily. Lesley was suddenly flying though the air in a graceful arc, time stood still until she slammed heavily into a wall. Her breath exploded through her snarling teeth and Lesley fell away from the wall limp and winded. The killer stood up and glared down at Lesley with wicked intent.
"Why don't you just execute me like my sisters?" Gasped Lesley.
"Execute you, no I saved you - transformed you. You owe me too much to be granted death so easily!" Replied Mika.
"I owe you, how dare you say that..." Lesley's voice trailed off "Mike? Mike is that you? I can't see you clearly"
Mika stepped forward into the dim light.
"Mike is dead, but Mika lives on. Mika granted you Wampyr life," Mika announced.
Lesley swallowed hard as she was confronted with the oddest of sights. Before her stood the most desirable of women, a woman but undeniably in some way her Mike. Lesley felt at once relieved and disappointed, ecstatic and depressed, made and broken. She had brought him to this, to be a travesty of nature. Pity welled within her, and she reached towards him, her, it, as she was filled with regret and compassion.
"Mike I'm so sorry..." her sentence and her remorse were cut savagely short.
Mika slapped away the proffered hand with a violent blow.
"You dare to pity me - your mistress? Learn your place Lesley!" Mika spat.
Lesley quivered as an unseen icy hand closed around her beating heart and slowed it to a virtual stop. Lesley's skin tone faded to grey, her lips blued from oxygen starvation, and she felt on the very cusp of death. Slowly the hand relaxed and life flowed back into Lesley's quaking limbs.
"I can squash you like the insect you are any time I wish. It's only the memory of love lost that keeps you alive. That and Mike's desire for vengeance against your sins" Mika growled.
Lesley shuddered in realization of the trap she had fallen into; Mika loved and hated her in equal measure. Theirs' would be no passion only pain and recrimination. Friend and tormenter, an angel and devil rolled into one; with Mika her future was full only of the agony of spurned love.
"Now Lesley, before our days rest I desire your body. Let us fuck!" Mika smiled with evil interest.
"Go to hell!" Barked Lesley defiantly.
"Already there, why don't you join me?" Grinned Mika.
Lesley gasped, she could feel her nipples tightening, swelling against an unseen touch. Her breathing became ragged with desire, as the need in her belly grew from a flicking flame into a raging inferno. Her labia pulled back as the hard nub of clitoris pressed forward resolutely, and thick juices cascaded from her gaping vulva. She must come, come soon surely but no, no the desire just spiraled on. Her bodily control gone her pee gushed out and pooled between her legs saturating her feet. Then she felt Mika in her thoughts, the rabid exploration of Lesley's most hidden desires, and the violent caress on her minds erogenous zones. Lesley's need, doubled, trebled, and then came the pleasure, a pleasure so intense it was pure beautiful pain. The pain screamed its name through Lesley's gasping lips. Her body writhed in erotic agony, trembling with unearthly desires.
"Excuse me for a while Lesley, I have some orders to issue to the day walker. Enjoy yourself!" Mika smiled.
Lesley could not reply, as the pain of pleasure took her to the very edge of reason. All she could do was to watch as Mika walked away. Lesley's insanely frustrated body danced on in an obscene parody of self-love. Lesley had found a new love, and an old hatred. A ball of disgust and venom hardened within her, just as her clitoris hardened without. A trickle of scarlet gathered at its tip and ran slowly down the deeply ridged shaft. Lesley bucked hard against the pleasure flowing from her body, but even now she could not come! As her desire vaulted her into a welcome unconsciousness she had one final chilling thought.
"I have to destroy her, or be destroyed trying. Mika must die..."
Lesley slid effortlessly from this world into her own personal hell.
The irony struck him hard - those weird women had kids? Jeff instinctively buried his head a little further into his shoulders to disguise his interest as he walked towards the oncoming girl. As he got closer he could make her out a bit better, a Hispanic kid not a bad looker but even for him she was far too young. As he secretly observed her he felt his dick start to harden inappropriately, lengthening and uncoiling gradually it strained against his boxers.
She had transfixed him; the long dark hair swayed seductively with each step forward she took, while small breasts jiggled in synchronicity under the white school blouse. He could clearly see the dark nipple tipping each tiny mound through the stretched cotton. He was now so stiffly erect that his pace slowed and he developed a certain distinctive gait. As she got within ten feet of him she winked and lightly pursed her damp lips. Jeff unwillingly ejaculated lustily and buckled slightly at the knees. Her eyes flew to his groin where to his eternal shame she must have seen the spreading dark cum stain on his jeans.
Jeff stood alone in post-orgasmic confusion on the deserted street, where the hell had she gone? No one could move that fast surely? Forgetting his disheveled appearance Jeff turned and ran to the distant corner. What ever he had expected to see it wasn't what he saw. The street was empty but for a single person, it was not the girl, it was a heavily pregnant woman. Her head was back; eyes shut in ecstasy as her slim arm stretched over her bugling belly holding up her skirt and letting her other hand plunder the contents of her pants. For the second time that morning his dick sprang its sticky head forth, what was happening to him, what the hell was going on? He had to find out!
Maldea walked on mildly amused by the mayhem around her, such powers she had been given, now this was fun with a capital "F". Maldea gazed under discretely lowered eyelids at her latest victim; a tall traffic cop reclined against the graffiti strewn wall, his fly torn open he pumped at his long cock as streams of spunk splattered the sidewalk and his dark blue uniform. This was so good! Maldea extended her hand and rubbed the slippery helmet of his stiff penis. As she raised her hand to her lips to savor the flavor of his cum, her fun was cut short. Maldea felt an icy grip on her excited heart; her mind received the rebuke directly, and reeled from the impact.
"You have played enough, I told you not to attract attention. Control yourself and the powers I have entrusted in you, or suffer for eternity! You have been given your tasks, now complete them - or die young!" Mika's voice was as terrible as it was irresistible.
Maldea once again dropped her eyes and returned to her original route, back to the school. As she walked on she could not resist one quick taste of her sticky fingers, yes it was good. Smiling to herself she quickened her passage towards the School of the Sacred Heart.
Sister Agnes sat alone in her study preparing for today's lessons. She wished sometimes that her calling had been towards the certainties of the biblical texts her colleagues taught. However god had filled her with awe for the mysteries of the world and universe, and her calling to the science that enabled the understanding of these phenomenons. Once, before her conversion, this had been fulfillment enough but now she understood her true god given task. It was to unite the understanding of science with the certainty of faith and to explain this wonder to her pupils.
Agnes sometimes worried she would not be up to god's calling. These girls were more interested in boys and rap music than either science or religion. To attempt to instill the awe and wonder she felt into their hearts seemed a hopeless, thankless task. Agnes chastised her negativity and placed her palms gently together, closing the world from her eyes. After a few moments' contemplation and prayer she felt refreshed and revitalized and left the clutter of her office for the first lesson of the day. Maybe today someone would be converted; yes she felt it in her bones today would be the day.
As usual the class took its own sweet time to settle down, but eventually the lesson progressed, developed and ended. As the class started to clear Sister Agnes felt a little disappointed, no flashes of light or instant converts, just another group of hormone endowed giggling girls. Was this really her reason for being here she wondered.
"Please Sister I need your help"
The sudden communication broke through Agnes's contemplation eliciting, a minor startled jump. Agnes laughed at herself, and looked up at the source of the polite enquiry. She was surprised to see Maldea standing before her, this girl was usually too insecure to ask anyone for anything.
"Sorry Maldea, I was miles away. What sort of help" Agnes asked kindly.
"I have a crisis, a crisis of faith, please help me Sister," Maldea implored, "I don't think I believe any more!"
"We all are challenged in this way sometimes Maldea, pray for guidance and two "Hail Mary's" now on your way" Agnes motioned Maldea to the door and her next lesson.
Maldea reached out and grasped the Nun's arm; her grip was tight enough to hurt.
"I fear for my mortal soul please I need you, not prayers you must save me from myself" Maldea's voice quavered, it was full of badly suppressed emotion.
Agnes winced from the powerful grip, and was just about to forcibly remove the girl's hand from her arm when she realized; this is the test!
"Maldea, I have a free period now, come with me and we will discuss this. My study is private if you prefer to discuss this alone?" Agnes asked resisting the desire to rescue her bruised forearm.
"Yes I can't say what I have to confess to anyone else in the school, please save me from myself" Maldea relaxed slightly, the blood flowed back into her tingling knuckles.
"Good," sighed Agnes "follow me Maldea" surreptitiously the nun pumped her fist to get some feeling back into her arm.
Agnes whisked through the doorway and along the corridor with purpose. As she led the sullen teenager she wondered what she was about to hear. Undoubtedly Maldea had discovered masturbation and was finding it hard to resist, and the passion made her doubt her faith itself. She was just the age, and her insistence that she herself was the problem fitted the normal pattern. She would guide her Agnes had plenty of experience of teenage angst, and her own licentious nature tempted her nightly. Agnes had been through this conversation with several girls over the years, and may be this time she could actually help. Of course she could help - her premonition had told her that much. Confidently Sister Agnes opened the door to her study, and invited the devil to sup within.
"Mhhhmss, Mhhmmmmsss" Lesley strained to form any words.
"So Darvulia our guest is awake and noisy, prevent that could you?" Asked a clear aristocratic voice.
Before Lesley's eyes a mask appeared, no not a mask - it was a scold's bridle! Lesley's face distorted in fear, but she could do nothing to prevent the bridle being secured forcibly in place by unseen hands. Her mouth was filled with the sharp metallic tang of rusted metal, worse still a pointed outcrop of iron bit onto her tongue. To move her tongue now would result in nothing but lacerations, but no sound would escape from the stifled mouth.
"Excellent, now lets get the formalities over shall we, I am Erzebet Bathory and this is my consort Darvulia. Your mistress Mika, blood of my blood, has sent you to us for training. You will learn the secret desire for pain, the lust of immortals, and join us. This is your destiny, it always was" The unseen orator announced in a ceremonial tone.
Lesley made a desperate bid to regain control of her body she knew now she must flee! Her face creased in concentration, and sweat beaded on her knotted brow, every fibre of her being screamed for freedom. The result was nothing, other than her expression nothing changed. In a fleeting second her expression shifted from complete concentration to abject fear. She was at their mercy!
"My you are a spirited one, never mind we will break you. Pleasure and pain, pleasure for us and pain for you. Darvulia - prepare!" Erzebet commanded.
In one fluid motion the sheet covering Lesley was ripped from her naked body. Darvulia moved silently to the bedside, a cutthroat razor open in her right hand. Without ceremony she placed the blade on Lesley naked stomach and swept it down through the hairs of Lesley's dark mound. Lesley trashed her tongue impaling the spike still deeper, as the hairs were torn from her pubis. The agony doubled once the blade slipped between her outstretched legs and dragged the down from her unlubricated lips. Lesley screwed her eyes shut to block out the razors burn, then suddenly it was gone, and pure relief flooded her. Then an instant later Darvulia's face filled her vision, it was savage in its intense beauty. The deep violet eyes drank deep of Lesley's and she could feel the close scrutiny of her will. Without warning her head was jerked violently up as her tormentor grabbed and tugged a handful of black hair.
"Still defiant then, I will mark you accordingly!" Darvulia chided.
The dragging razor scrapped painfully across Lesley's scalp as the first lock of hair was shaved away. As Lesley watched its dark curl slip past her face on its way to the floor tears streamed down her cheeks. Was she to be left with nothing, to be stripped bare of her own being? Darvulia worked on with a cruel determination and soon dark hair adorned the sheet below Lesley's newly baldpate. Lesley could feel the cold castle air ravaging her sore shaven skin, it prickled with a savage icy intensity. She felt naked, exposed and used - her very persona ripped open for all to view.
As she lay there bleeding Darvulia and Erzebet mounted the bed; the consort straddled her head while Erzebet parted her legs over Lesley's newly denuded mound. Simultaneously they dragged back the draws under their gossamer gowns and peed lustily on to the trapped girl. The torrents of acidic urine spayed over Lesley's raw and cut skin. Each droplet stung and burnt as it splashed and trickled its painful route to the now saturated sheet. Even through the agony Lesley was aware of her desire mounting, as her nipples reared unrepentant into the cold castle air.
It seemed impossible to her but the pain and humiliation was turning her on! The debauchery was enticing, and the pain delicious in its splendour. One wet pubis descended towards her encased face; suddenly the bridle was gone, and a wildly thrashing pubis replaced it. Pain seared though Lesley ravaged tongue as it mashed against the urine soaked vulva. The pain developed and twisted in Lesley's entrails and became desire; impure unadulterated passion pulsed through the shaven slave.
Lesley felt the other slit slide forcefully against her naked mound, gradually it shifted bringing Erzebet's vast swollen bud in firm contact with her own smaller clitoris. Lesley murmured her delight and responded by pressing her shaft against the solid dome. All too soon it slipped away and descended further - finally pressing against the rosebud of Lesley's anus. The sphincter relaxed and Lesley felt her anal walls stretching against the pistoning invader. She had never felt anything remotely like this; true disgust mixed with hot wet desire.
The slit above her mouth slid away, thrusting its hard clitoris against the bridge of her nose. Her tongue touched and tasted a bitter sponginess; against her better judgement her tongue rolled up, and pushed itself deep into Darvulia's rectum, flicking tenderly against the solid muscular walls. Her anus filled with one woman's clitoris and her mouth defiled with another woman's heady aroma Lesley finally came. Her will was crushed; her soul sold to the highest bidder, to all but her mistresses' Lesley ceased to exist.
"So now we are alone Maldea, tell me of your terrible sin" Agnes smiled attempting to lighten the atmosphere, and relax the concerned girl.
"I'm not sure you will understand..." Maldea's voice tailed off in embarrassment.
"I think I know what's worrying you Maldea, we all have desires" The sister calmly replied.
"It's not my desires that are the problem, I make other people desire me. I like it but it's wrong, I am evil!" Maldea explained.
Sister Agnes face crumpled with concern.
"Other people desire you? But you are far too young, who are these monsters?" Agnes asked her voice quavered with thinly disguised contempt.
"No you don't understand I make them do it!" Maldea sighed as tears erupted and streamed from her moist brown eyes.
"You do not cause other peoples desire Maldea, YOU ARE AN INNOCENT!" Agnes stood as her distress and temper flared in response to the girl's apparent self-guilt.
Maldea however was not concentrating on these words, just the one word exploding within her head. Mika's clear and seductive voice repeated the three letters over, and over.
"NOW!" Maldea's mind screamed
Maldea froze, realizing the implications of her direct order. She gazed in confusion and her mouth opened slightly, her parted lips gave her a vacant expression a thin line of spittle ran down her chin. Her mind reeled in turmoil, trying desperately to avoid responding to the insistent directive. Maldea felt her willpower slipping slowly, and then rushing away from her.
Sister Agnes waited for a reply, but none was forthcoming. Agnes looked more closely at the girl and noticed the dream-like eyes first. Was this a trance, or a fit she wondered? As she leapt from her chair to rush to the stricken girl's aid, the first waves of thick, cloying desire washed over her. Agnes ignored the slickness of her thighs, and the rub of her stud-like nipples on her habit. The sister's adrenalin rush pushed the strong sexual impulses to the back of her mind, for the moment.
"Maldea, are you alright?" Agnes asked urgently "Answer me, Maldea"
Maldea sat statue-like, seemingly unable to respond. Agnes gripped the girl's hand trying to shake her free from whatever held her.
"Maldea, MALDEA!" Agnes pleaded for a response.
Maldea said not a word but merely looked downwards towards her captive hand. As she watched the nun's grip lightened, and the sister's supple fingers started a slowly rotating massage of Maldea's cupped palm. The girl concentrated her gaze on the circling fingers and smiled.
Agnes was reassured, Maldea's smile was a positive response, and it looked as if the seizure was ending. Without any warning electric jolts of pure pleasure burst from Agnes's fingers and rippled up her trembling arm. The sister's right hand pulsed with orgasmic delight, and circles of depravity flowed across the young nun's frame. Agnes's mind was aflame, but still her moral code held fast. The desire for release could not overcome her disgust at turning her youthful charge into a complicit lover. The confused nun stood, and with feet of clay walked away from the girl to the seclusion of her chair, hidden by the sanctuary of her cluttered desk she slumped to recover.
Gradually her head cleared, her heart calmed and her discipline returned. She turned to glare at Maldea.
"Leave this girl demon, I cast you out in the name of Christ our lord" Agnes's clutched her crucifix with grim determination.
Maldea just smiled and concentrated on the small form splayed on the revered cross in the sisters shaking hands. Confusion crossed the nuns face, then more certainty - she could feel the power emanating from the holy relic in her grasp. The figure of Christ was moving, gyrating against her hand, such power - this was indeed a special day.
"Look at you savior" Maldea teased.
Agnes glanced at the wooden cross, her eyes widened with amazement the figure of Christ was no longer pewter! A miniature human squirmed in her fist; she relaxed her fingers to see his divine form more clearly. What she saw fragmented her faith, for the image of god writhed in her hand, sporting a full and brash erection, the sudden release of pressure sparked a miniature eruption from the tip of the stretched organ.
The white spunk jetted arching high into the air before hitting her skin and immediately soaking in to the moist palm. Agnes instantly convulsed in pleasure, her hands flew from the cross to the tattered hem of her habit. She drew the heavy cloth away from her body, before plunging her lustful hands deep in to her neglected slit. Through the haze of unearthly desire she saw Maldea approach her, the girl dipped her face to the juncture of the nuns thighs and ran her tongue along the vibrating lips. Sister Agnes knew at once she was lost, as she was drawn willingly into the darkly sensual world her pupil inhabited.
Jeff stood watching, and idly scratching his head - this took the biscuit; even nuns were going to the house now, and his bet was whatever that place was - it wasn't a convent! He hesitated to break into the place with a sister present; maybe she'd been called on to exorcise the place. No he'd just watch, watch and wait until he could make sense of the weird goings on. Hell this was more fun than the pool hall any day!
As Agnes stepped from the final step onto the unkempt floor of the basement, she felt uneasy - something was here something intrinsically evil. Then she saw it - as her eyes became more accustomed to the dark she saw the spirit, in the form of a woman it stood observing her from the far side of the room. Against every fiber of her soul the nun felt drawn to the apparition, as she got closer she could see Mika's extreme beauty, and the vast obscenity that crawled beneath the smooth white skin.
Agnes stopped two paces short of the powerful figure; Mika immediately closed the gap between them and nuzzled her face into the warmth of the young nun's neck. Mika bit and savored the corruption of every blood cell that pulsed from the vein into her waiting mouth.
Agnes was in ecstasy; her libido soared on wings of impure lust as all the goodness was sucked from her. Not just blood flowed from her to Mika - all of Agnes's beliefs and morals were sucked dry, leaving just the empty husk of her darkest desires intact within her transformed breast. The very fabric of her habit changed, it darkened until it seemed to draw all the dim light in the room in to the black hole of its weave. All light, all hope was gone to look on Agnes was to look on pure despair. Her thirst for debasement temporarily slaked Mika stood back to admire her handiwork. Agnes smiled a terrible smile and spoke.
"I would like to play Mika" Agnes stated in a dry wicked drawl.
"Play? How my pet?" Mika asked.
"I want to play with that!" Agnes extended a hand and pointed to a slumped form in the corner of the room.
"By all means, let me prepare it and our game can begin" Mika complied.
Mika walked over to the hairless body crumpled in the corner and spoke as if addressing a disobedient dog.
"Up Lesley stand, and meet your nemesis, her name is Agnes but you will call her The Mistress"
Lesley stood immediately on uncertain legs and glanced towards the dark figure. Her eyes made contact with the nun's for a mere instant before they shot down in subservience to the floor.
Mika watched with amusement as the sister crouched to pick up a discarded piece of electrical flex. With great ceremony Agnes wound it around her fist, leaving a good two yards hanging loose, the copper wire splayed dangerously at it's ragged tip. Agnes flicked the wire with savage ease; the crack spilt the silent air in the hushed cellar. The next crack brought a squeal of perverted delight from Lesley's trembling lips - the game was on!
Maldea realized her own excitement was getting to dangerous levels as she walked past the park bench, the girl who had been seated there writing a letter had dropped her pen and paper to the floor. She now sat with her long brown hair gravitating attractively over the back of the bench. Her long back was arched pushing her small breasts in to the air; one hand desperately kneaded an erecting nipple through her blouse while the other looted the contents of her pants through the open fly of her jeans. Softly Maldea swore to herself, she would have to be more restrained in public, or face Mika's wrath.
Maldea controlled her desire, shutting it down instantly. The girl on the bench stopped her fumbling, and furtively tried to conceal her recent activities - which burnt brightly on her flushed and bemused face. There was an instant of eye contact between the two girls'; it was enough to tell Maldea that she was the fuel for the girl's fantasy, and enough to tell the girl that her letter to her boyfriend would remain forever unwritten.
Maldea walked on leaving unsatisfied desire in her wake, the flowerbeds in the park slowly petered out as she approached the gateway to the street and passed through it on the way home.
Maldea cautiously slid in through the door unsure if her mamma would be home yet. She didn't relish the idea of explaining her whereabouts' last night and her reason for missing breakfast this morning. The subterfuge worked and soon she was in her room undetected, but the final fragment was nowhere to be found! Maldea rampaged through her belongings scattering cushions and bedclothes alike but to no avail someone had moved the fragment. Maldea realized to her horror that the trash was collected tomorrow, and flew downstairs to check the trashcans.
A long smelly and meticulous search of the trash revealed nothing, Maldea was just about to leave and return to the roost with her current finds when a familiar voice behind her chilled her to the core.
"Are you looking for this?" Maldea's mamma's curt voice enquired.
Maldea turned to see the small sliver of silver cupped in her mamma's outstretched palm.
"Do you think I don't know what it's for?" Her mamma spat out the words.
Maldea hesitated, how could she know - had she followed her last night?
"I don't know what you mean..." Maldea started to reply.
"It's coke isn't it those perverts have got you hooked on dope! That's what this is a about the disappearances, the sneaking around, ISN'T IT!" Her mamma raged at her.
"No, you don't understand..." Maldea's reply was cut short by her mamma's slap.
Mamma raised her hand to deliver a harder blow, but it never arrived. Maldea's defense response was automatic and swift. The raised hand came to rest on Maldea's left breast, and gripped it lightly. Maldea was so shocked that her eyes flew to her mammas, what they saw her mammas raw desire, mixed with deep confusion. Maldea's mamma backed away the disbelief on her face still clearly displayed.
"I sorry, I don't know what came over me Maldea, I feel so..." Mamma murmured as she stepped forwards to replace her hand on the warm soft mound.
Maldea felt the impact of the ultimate taboo as well, but her corrupted spirit relished the degradation. Maldea sighed as her nipple rose to mammas ministrations, gently she pushed her face towards mamma's and brushed her lips against the one's that usually chastised her. Maldea's fingers traced their way up mammas body until they reached the cotton covered swell of the breast that once fed her. Maldea felt the springy nipple harden and swell against her caressing digits. Mamma's breath became ragged as her daughters other hand swept her skirt aside to dip past the waistband of her pant and stroke the luxuriant hair that guarded her femininity. Together they slipped to the floor blind to anything but the incestuous passion they had discovered.
Since Mario had left mamma had been neglected as a lover. As her frustrated body lurched into its first orgasm for months, she responded by rewarding its giver with her quivering mouth. As her hands pulled back Maldea's thin panties mammas lips closed around the near hairless pout of Maldea's vulva. It seemed so natural, not wrong at all - she was merely repaying her talented lover in kind.
Lesley's body danced to the rhythm of the whip, the pain carried the promise of even greater pleasure. Agnes struck ferociously, the sweat streaming down her contorted face in confirmation of her effort. She paused, raised her habit and dropped the hem on the other side of Lesley's battered shoulders. Agnes's face reflected the passion with which Lesley set about the task of tongue lashing her mistress. As Agnes's eyes closed, she felt Mika's lips on hers and raised her hands to Mika's heaving breasts. Mika's voice resounded in her mind.
"Enjoy the game Sister Agnes there is much work to do once it has ended - work vital to the survival of the darkness you now relish"
Mika felt the lips crushing hers go into spasm, confirmation of The Mistress's first climax of the many to come. Mika pulled her head back and laughed with glee, once the mirror was complete and in her hands nothing would hold her back. She would rule the world, and eventually the Wampyr. The megalomania slowly subsided as her passion rose. An unholy trinity joined and celebrated its creation in a sea of unbridled lust.
She rose to leave, and moving as silently as possible Agnes made her way to the stairs to creep up the creaking flight of steps. Shaking with fear she grasped the door handle and slowly turned it, with a gentle click the door opened, she peered through the frame into the hall checking to the left and right. All seemed clear, just a few paces and she would be out of the door and on the way back to the Convent to summon assistance. She stepped forward into the hallway; however her steps took her farther away from the door! Although her mind directed her body it know longer responded. Seconds later she found herself standing in a small study, and without warning or prompting her own voice rang out.
"I am here to serve you Mika, what do you need of me"
Mika turned and smiled a knowing smile.
"I'm so glad you decided not to run away, it would have been so painful - for us both," Mika continued "I need you to use your arcane science to uncover a way to preserve the Wampyr"
"Preserve from what?" asked Agnes.
"Preserve us from the unknowing interference of man and his science," replied Mika "Otherwise like the entire collection of non-conforming DNA's ours will be eradicated, and we the mighty Wampyr will be cast out with the genetic defectives; those that the scientists wish to weed out from the human genome"
"How can I help? I understand science - but this is far beyond my skills" Agnes asked.
"Find the scientist's working on this, identify them - that is all, the Wampyr will take care of the details" Mika's coldness was apparent.
"Kill them you mean?"
"No, we will introduce them to a more significant existence" Mika laughed.
Agnes's laughter tinkled in response. Without further comment Agnes sat at the keyboard of Joyce's PC and started to search to web for the unsuspecting converts.
As Agnes's alter ego methodically noted the details of the most recent genetic research, her true self remained isolated and powerless. She could see the world but not influence it, hear the world but not speak to it; Sister Agnes could do nothing but watch the world slowly turn and dim, as the spark of her soul faded within the prison that was once her body.
Jeff felt the strong pull of attraction, it hit him hard, he must resist. He had resisted for endless hours, but the influence he sought to defeat grew ever stronger within him 'Just one beer can't hurt' he thought as he headed off towards the pool hall 'I can be back on duty in 20 minutes' Jeff increased the length of his stride to speed his journey. Jeff's determined gait slowed and then stopped completely, he had to be dreaming! Walking towards him was the girl, and she was arm-in arm with her older sister.
A familiar heat rose from his loins, but he knew not to stare; that way led to insanity. Astutely Jeff sidestepped into a darkened doorway, hoping the linked beauties would not notice him. Jeff could feel his heart pound, as if it was in his throat, he could hear the steady thud of its rhythm perfectly timed to the girl's steps. He moved back as the silent but seductive pair swept passed him, like the fairest of summer breezes. He was safe; wherever they were headed it was too important to be distracted. Jeff sighed and shuddered, as he felt the stickiness spread out from his wilting member he had the oddest of thoughts 'I'm going to run out of laundry at this rate.'
Shaking himself from his trance Jeff set off to discreetly follow the succubae, from a safe distance. Although their presence hinted of summers bliss he knew some how that the chill of winter wasn't too far away.
Agnes changed her search parameters and started on her own quest for enlightenment. 'Google' searched and coughed, the screen filled with the details of Convents in New York State. Agnes smiled, she decided at once; a new Unholy order was needed, and she would be its founder - its center of darkness. Agnes's right hand guided the mouse gathering information on her flock; her left hand stole its way to the moist valley of wet flesh. The lips were parted and the skilled digits nimbly encouraged her clitoris from under its hood.
Mika beamed at the unidentical twins adorning the doorstep. Maldea reached forwards to drop a package into Mika's waiting hands. Without opening the package Mika knew it was complete; the power of the mirror outshone its container.
"You have done well little slut, the mirror and a recruit. Pray introduce us"
"Mika, Mistress - this is my Mamma Christina" Maldea spoke confidently.
"Welcome, I'm glad you could join us Christina, please come in" Mika invited, not bothering to hide her pounding desire.
Mika led the small family towards the cellar door, just before descending she called out in a commanding voice.
"Agnes, come join our celebration, friends have arrived"
Agnes emerged from the study and hurried to follow her Mistress's voice, enthusiastically she ran down the steps. The front door swung invitingly in the evening breeze.
Jeff had a decision to make; he took a deep breath and steadied himself. Then like the hero he felt he should be - he did it. Standing in the deserted hall sweating profusely he felt oddly disappointed - it was just a house; not at all unlike his parent's home. There were no blood splattered walls, no strange insignia or cult symbols; in short it was nothing like he had imagined. Jeff crept up to the half open door, and slowly peered around it into the void beyond.
The tidy study looked perfectly normal, if a little dark - the only illumination was provided by a dancing screensaver on the flickering monitor. Maybe the PC held some clues to the strange goings on he had witnessed. His eyes gulped in the information from the screen, as quickly as they could, dancing as they were between the doorway and the busy screen. Once again his hopes were dashed, it was just lists of Convents - nothing sinister at all. Maybe he should go to the doctors, he just had to be imagining all this stuff. In a flash he realized how it would appear if he were found here; a youth who had broken into a house full of religious women, his jeans generously caked with his own semen. This was not good, not good at all.
Jeff slid along the halls wall on the way back to the unlatched door and freedom. He was almost there when he heard it; unmistakable it was, the sound of someone walking towards him up creaking stairs. Jeff turned on his heels and fled away from the sound to the back of the house. Gently, silently, he shut the kitchen door behind him. How long he stood petrified in the cool, dark kitchen was impossible to judge. When he finally moved his body was stiff from inactivity, while plumes of condensed breath billowed out in front of him. He was certain that whoever had come up stairs had returned; it was finally time to escape.
He headed for the back door carefully avoiding all the furniture he could make out, so far, so good. Jeff then stepped on something unseen, and his ankle folded under him - just in time he got his hands forward to stop crashing painfully to the floor. Jeff panted, sighed, and went to push himself back to his feet. The rounded shape under his left hand felt oddly familiar, like a head!
Jeff bent down to examine the object and came eyeball to eye socket with a disembodied skull. Care immediately gave way to panic and he burst through the back door into the moonlit rear garden. Jeff's eyes scoured the blue-cast landscape for inhuman assailants, to his great relief all was normal. All except; the large burn mark on the unkempt lawn. Jeff moved closer to look at the bare patch 'Why would you light a fire here?' he thought idly. He kicked at the remains of the bonfire splitting the branches apart, 'hang on, they're not branches - they're bones' Jeff felt the hairs on his neck erect, uncharacteristically his genitals did the reverse, snuggling tight into his protective groin.
He was just about to make a run for it when he realized what a coward he was being - those poor women, the Nun and the sisters' were trapped in the house. 'It had to be a serial killer, a rapist!' Jeff's mind raced 'Yep, it adds up - the bare titted biker, the naked women that had rushed fearfully back into the house.' He had to go back, rescue them, save them from whatever was in the basement.
What a view it was - there were no fewer than five gorgeous naked women standing facing one another in a circle. At their feet was an unseen object; they all gazed at it trance like. Jeff found it hard to pull his hungry eyes away from ten pairs of rounded buttocks and breasts, but he managed; the maniac had to be around somewhere, all geared up for rape and mass murder. Try as he might he couldn't see evidence of anyone else, it looked like it was just the six of them. 'The maniac has to be one of them' Jeff thought, now that changed things - he could just rush them, corner the culprit and save the others. He was ready, he felt sure of that. Jeff was wrong, what happened next came as a total surprise.
Jeff watched as a bright red light shot out of the floor among the cluster of bodies. Breasts and pubes, nipples and dimples were painted in a powerful crimson brush. The circle broke, and all but two of the acolytes stepped back. Jeff could now clearly see the source of illumination; a large mirror laid on the floor its surface shimmering like the very fires of hell.
"I Mika, use your life blood to summon our new disciples, Christina bare your neck and accept my kiss" the sound ricocheted around the confined space.
Silently with his jaw hanging open Jeff watched the spectacle unfold. Christina stepped forward, sweeping her long hair back to expose her virgin neck to Mika's greedy gaze. Jeff could see the nipples tipping Christina's plump breasts stiffen with desire, her stomach rippled with excitement; waiting for the delicious bite. Mika bent her head towards the pulsing arteries, and her succulent lips parted to reveal wicked canines. With graceful ease Mika's fangs penetrated the willing flesh and suckled from the liquid life. Mika shouted her orgasm for all to hear as she ripped back her head, and fountaining Christina's warm blood down onto the shinning mirror. A giant plume of red mist exploded into the cellar; spreading out octopus-like tentacles of living larva. The appendages reached out to touch each of the expectant acolytes. Having touched the naked flesh the fog spread web-like to trap each girl in its writhing silk.
The ensnared bodies boiled with unspoken lust, grinding against the passions of unseen lovers. An unearthly orgy gathered pace; each of the dancing marionettes rushing from one climatic release to the next. Waves of pure desire flowed out from the pool of the mirror, rippling around the room and lapping against the walls. Jeff was not immune; gush after gush of semen was ripped from his sore testicles and thrust up the column of his desire. He could hardly breathe for coming, all his senses hit overload - and stayed there. Much more of this and he would surely die. The process slowly reversed, carrying the raw sexual energy back to the flickering surface of the gluttonous mirror. The glare dimmed, then pulsed once before dissipating through the portal of the mirrors liquid glass.
Through bleary eyes Jeff observed the peaceful room, although only semi-conscious he became aware of activity. The other five occupants were not as spent as Jeff - they moved to the center of the room and formed a loose huddle. Within seconds the orgy began again; starving mouths met hungry slits, grasping hands encircled thrusting tits as a five way fuck began in earnest. Despite the raw pain Jeff's ragged cock reared it's head to applaud their efforts. Passion and power flowed into Jeff revitalizing him. Without any thought Jeff dashed down the remaining steps into the cellar and threw himself into the throng of writhing women. His trusty weapon was now well prepared for the fight.
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