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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Vampiress (tg) [1/2]
Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 20:10:02 -0400
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Here's my latest.

This story is a new twist on life sucking vampires, what causes them, 
and how they come to be.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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HOW I BECAME A VAMPIRESS

I used to be a normal guy. Actually, that's not quite true. I used to 
be a wimp. Truth was, I aspired to wimp. Physically, I was barely a 
man. I was 5 ft. 6, weighed barely 100 lbs., had a cock that was 
barely five inches when hard, and was, as they say, gay as Caesar, 
although considering how big, strong, and dominant some gay men are, 
I don't suppose that last means much.

But my physical shortcomings were only the beginning of it. 
Spiritually, or whatever other term you want to use for it, I was a 
doormat. Anybody and their brother could get me to do anything they 
wanted. I always knew that what they usually wanted was wrong; it 
wasn't that they were convincing me to do something. What they would 
do is just make a demand, and then they'd stare me down until I 
consented. The whole process usually took less than five seconds; 
that was how weak I was.

Way back in high school, I decided that the only way that I was gonna 
ever be anything in life was as somebody else's property. Well, I 
started thinking that I would be somebody else's life partner, but I 
was too weak to make that work. At the beginning of college, I got 
into the BDSM scene, but that didn't work out. As one Master told me, 
I didn't contribute anything to the relationship. I was too weak to 
even make a good submissive.

My lot in life, it seems, was to become someone's abused toady. I'd 
get involved with a gay or bisexual man, then proceed to cook his 
meals, clean his home, and serve as his sex toy any time he wanted. 
In return for his allowing me to do this, I'd let him loan me out to 
friends, knock me around, or whatever else he wanted. This would 
proceed until the guy got tired of having me around and kicked me out.

I was with Jimmy when all that changed. I thought I was lucky to have 
Jimmy. He never beat me, never hurt me physically. The mental and 
emotional abuse he put the through, however, was almost more than I 
could bear. He constantly derided and ridiculed me. He'd make me 
participate in three ways, not too bad with men, but he was bisexual, 
so when I was forced to be with women, I usually couldn't get it up. 
The women would usually laugh at me with him chuckling right along.

One evening, he came home with Her. I was in a French maid's outfit. 
It was a new thing he was doing, putting me in dresses. Mind you, I 
have tried the cross dressing thing. I am too thin and lanky to make 
it work. I look like a bean pole in a dress. That didn't matter to 
Jimmy though. It entertained him to do it, so I was put in dresses.

Then he brought this woman home. Now, female beauty may not do 
anything for me sexually, but I know it when I see it, and this woman 
was nothing short of fantastic. She had a perfectly rounded body, not 
fat, just curvy, big tits, and a face that would make a super model 
jealous.

As soon as she saw me, she asked, "Who is that?"

Jimmy said, "He's my boy Friday. Want to see him perform? I could 
make him masturbate himself with a dildo, if that turns you on."

Then she looked at me with this look. It wasn't sexual. It was 
evaluative. It was the kind of look a person would give to an 
expensive car or a piece of property that they were considering 
buying. For the first time in years, I was afraid. I had reached a 
point where I had pretty much given up and was normally too accepting 
to be afraid of anyone, but this woman scared me.

She told Jimmy, "No, I don't want him to perform. I want him locked 
in a room. I'm getting a real rush thinking of him in a little room, 
unable to get out or do anything, like a hamster in a cage."

Jimmy then took me and locked me in the bathroom. Usually, when this 
had happened before, I just went meekly, but this time, I begged him 
to get rid of this strange woman. He, of course, ignored me. So I was 
forced to sit in the bathroom and wait.

I didn't have to wait long. I figure it was maybe only five minutes 
before I heard the external lock being undone. When the door opened, 
she stood there, not even so much as a hair out of place. She looked 
me in the eye and said, "Come to me."

I found myself walking to her without actually having decided to do 
so. As I moved, I asked, "What did you do with Jimmy?"

She just said, "You're about to find out." She then swept me into her 
arm, clamped her mouth over mine, and began to suck. But it wasn't my 
breath that she was sucking out of me. It was my very life force. I 
struggled for a few seconds before all my physical energy was gone. I 
just collapsed, but she kept sucking. I felt my body shrink, my feet 
lifting off the floor, but she just kept sucking. I thought I would 
die.

Finally, something inside me exploded. Not a physical thing, but 
something from the place where she was sucking from just exploded. 
Just before I passed out, I heard that strange woman cry out in pain.

Eventually, I'm not sure after exactly how long, I woke up. I was in 
a four-poster bed with silk sheets and a draping, lace canopy. I sat 
up and looked around, seeing a room filled with antique, Victorian 
style furniture, but my looking ended about as quick as it started 
when I was distracted by the bouncing on my chest, rather the 
bouncing of my chest. I looked down and saw two of the biggest tits 
that I've ever seen in my life. And they were mine!

After the shock of staring at tits on my chest wore off, I threw the 
bed sheets off of me in order to look at my crotch. The good news was 
that my cock was still there. The bad news was that it had shrunk up 
to almost nothing. I know I had never been big down there, but what 
was there probably wouldn't have been any bigger than my thumb. I 
tried to get it hard, but whether from the stress or from whatever 
had changed me, I might as well have been playing with wet spaghetti.

I finally got out of bed. In the corner of the room was a large 
mirror. It was one of those old, oval ones that swivel in the middle. 
I went over and looked at myself. As women went, I looked pretty 
good, big tits, soft, wavy, black hair, bedroom eyes, and a big, 
round butt. The only possible thing that could be described as a flaw 
on me was that I was a little... thick. Not really fat, per se, just 
a little rounder than someone who was considered super beautiful by 
today's standard. As I understand standard heterosexual male response 
to the female form, however, my big tits would be more than enough 
distraction from that, but I never understood the big tit thing, 
myself.

While I was standing there, the door opened, and that strange woman 
walked in. She looked at me and said, "Come here." It was a simple 
statement, by which I mean that it was neither angry nor demanding. 
It was the kind of statement that a teacher might give to students or 
a mother might give to her child, the kind of statement where saying 
no isn't even an option.

I found myself walking to her, my feet moving almost of their own 
accord. I stood in front of her, and she looked me up and down with a 
critical eye and contemplative look on her face. Finally, she said, 
"A little thicker than I might have wanted, but definitely worth it."

I wanted to question her about whatever she had done to me, but I 
couldn't even twitch.

Finally, she said, "Get dressed," in the same tone she had used 
before, and like a puppet on a string, I walked over to the dresser 
and started pulling out clothes. I wanted to pull out something 
decent to cover myself with, but it wasn't to be. My hands got out a 
garter belt, stockings, a miniskirt, and a tube top. Then I quickly 
put them on. With no underwear, I was practically falling out of my 
clothes. Then I opened a drawer, got out some make up, and put it on. 
The last step in my getting dressed was putting on a pair of the 
gaudiest, cheapest looking, dangling earrings. When I finished, I 
looked like a streetwalker, the cheapest in the city.

After I was done, I went back to her, and I stood for another 
inspection. She looked me up and down once more, finally saying, 
"Very good. This will be better than I thought."

For a few more seconds, she continued to look me up and down. 
Finally, she said, "Get your shoes and your jacket. We're going out."

I was terrified. I looked like a whore, and she expected me to just 
go along some place? I wanted to say no. I wanted to rant and rave 
and tell her to stick it where the sun don't shine. I wanted to do 
all that and more.

What I actually did was walk to the closet, go inside (it was a big 
walk-in), and get a pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes and a 
translucent, plastic jacket, all without uttering a peep. Then I 
followed the strange woman through the house and down into the 
garage. We got into this super expensive sports car and drove to the 
worst area of town.

Once there, I got out of the car and proceeded to strut down the 
street. Part of me wanted to run away, hell, most of me wanted to run 
away, but I could feel her presence within my head. She wanted me 
walking the streets, so, like a good, little slave, I walked the 
streets.

At first, I figured she wanted me to be her personal slave, having 
sex with men and turning all the profits over to her. The thought of 
doing that didn't bother me. I had spent most of my life at the beck 
and call of whoever was my "boyfriend" at the time. But the way she 
was making me do it scared the hell out of me. I know I was never 
much of a protester, but this ability of hers to totally override my 
self control was inhuman.

After a few men approached me and asked what prices I was charging 
and she had me turn them down, I knew I wasn't to be a whore. I also 
knew that I had already become something else. Every time a man got 
close to me, whether he was coming to me or not, I grew... hungry. It 
wasn't a sexual hunger, either. It was the feeling that a predator 
feels towards its prey, like a wolf to a deer. After two or three men 
walked by me, I was glad for that woman's control. Otherwise, I might 
have done something violent right in the middle of the road.

After more than an hour of walking, long past the point where I was 
wondering what I was supposed be doing, some guy grabbed me and 
dragged me into an alley. He threw me against a wall and then ripped 
my tube top off. It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted. His 
pants were open, and his dick was out and hard.

Then the woman let me loose. She removed herself from my mind and let 
me do what I would. I grabbed the man's head, plastered my lips to 
his, and began to suck. The man was so surprised by my aggression 
that he hesitated in acting, and when he did begin to act, it was too 
late. He tried to push me away, but I was firmly attached, and I was 
ravenous. I fed on his life force, sucking his very essence into me.

I became nothing more than a starving animal at that point. I fed and 
fed, sucking everything he had to give into me. I sucked long past 
the point where I actually could've stopped. I sucked until what I 
was sucking started burning my mouth.

I broke away from him and roared my frustration to the heavens. I had 
more than enough energy from a physical standpoint, but like a stupid 
animal, I had wanted more. However, now that there was no more and I 
was sated, a new urge arose in me, a definitely sexual urge. I wanted 
to fuck something, and at that point it didn't matter what.

I looked down and saw a woman in my arms. I also saw, sticking out 
from my crotch, a positively gigantic cock. It must have been over a 
foot and a half long and so big around that I would've been hard 
pressed to wrap both my hands around its girth. I, myself, was so 
lost in my animal fury that I didn't question either, or even that 
anything had changed. I had a big cock, I had a woman, and I was more 
than prepared to rape her.

Before I could do anything, something slammed into me from the side, 
knocking me away. I looked up and saw the strange woman hanging from 
a metal trellis. I think it was the remains of an old fire escape 
that had partially rusted off, although I was too animalistic, too 
feral, to really look in detail. She growled at me, an animal growl 
of challenge.

I growled back and sought to return to my "prey". I heard the 
wrenching of metal and looked up just in time to see the woman throw 
a metal bar that she had ripped off the trellis at me. I barely 
dodged out of the way and she went up the side of the building, 
jumping from trellis to window frame to ledge, using whatever was 
available to move up the side of the building to the roof.

I immediately gave chase. When she got to the edge of the roof, she 
looked back. To see if I was following, I guess. When she saw that I 
was, she took off, with me in hot pursuit. Looking back, I am amazed 
at what we did. We crossed rooftop after rooftop, jumping from one to 
the next, no matter what the distance between them or the difference 
in height. I think I remember jumping up three floors at once, but 
that entire run was a haze. All that mattered at that point was 
catching her.

We ran fast and hard. Somewhere along the way, what remained of the 
clothes that I had been wearing came off, but I couldn't say exactly 
where. I think I remember ripping the skirt off pretty early on, and 
I think I left the heels back in the alley. The stockings got ripped 
apart in my run.

The roofs and buildings flew by us. The types of buildings themselves 
changed as we ran into completely new sections of the city, 
completely different districts. Finally, I caught her, tackling her 
from behind, the force of my tackle carrying us off the roof and onto 
the lawn below. We had run all the way into the suburbs.

Now, I know my head was kind of messed up at the time, being lost in 
the animal rage and all, but I know that the suburbs were about 
twenty-five or thirty miles away from where we had started the chase, 
and I'm pretty sure that we had only been running about twenty to 
thirty minutes, but I could be wrong.

Anyway, when we landed, I pressed her down and onto her belly. I 
briefly noticed that she was as naked as I was. But I also briefly 
noticed that she had a dick, not a pussy. The only reason that I 
really noticed that is because it meant that she didn't have a cunt 
for me to fuck. But she did have an ass.

I took my massive dick in hand, put it against her asshole, and 
shoved in savagely, roaring in victory. I then proceeded to savage 
her sexually, with her responding in kind. For I don't know how long, 
an hour or two I think, I fucked her with reckless abandon. Our sex 
was brutal, almost animal, and both of us seemed to want it that way.

Somewhere along the way, I came to my senses, but that had no effect 
on the sex we were having. If anything, it only made it more intense. 
For however long it was, we groped, fondled, and sucked each other in 
every way we could and then some.

I don't know how long we would've gone on like that, but we were 
eventually interrupted when a light came on in the house whose lawn 
we were on. The house's door opened and a man stuck his head out, 
yelling, "Hey, you! What are you doing on my lawn?!"

I didn't see him. I was sitting on my butt with my back to the door. 
The strange woman was sitting on my cock facing the door. I might 
have looked around, but the woman pulled me close to her and said to 
the man, "There's no need to worry. It's just a bunch of cats 
fighting."

I heard the door close and the man call out, "It's nothing, honey. 
Just a bunch of cats fighting."

I was prepared to, wanted to go back to fucking this strange, 
beautiful woman with the big dick, but she stood up, saying, "That 
command won't hold him for long. Let's go." She said it in that tone 
that would brook no argument. She ran and jumped back to the roof 
top, and I immediately followed.

As we ran over the rooftops, I was shocked and amazed at what we did. 
Before, I had been lost to the animal rage and didn't think about 
what I was doing. This time I was consciously aware of running at 
speeds and jumping distances that a human shouldn't have been able 
to. If I didn't have this compulsion to follow her, I'm not sure I 
could've done what I did.

We ran from the middle class suburbs to the rich neighborhood. Our 
final leap was from the roof of a house, over a street, over a ten 
foot tall wall topped with barbed wire, and over about fifteen to 
twenty yards of estate land, all in one leap, before running another 
couple hundred yards to the mansion we had left earlier that evening.

We went right in through the front door. This time the mansion was 
full of staff, all male, and all big, buff, and handsome. We breezed 
right past them like they were statues. Although I knew that they 
were alive. I could sense their life forces. There was a bit of 
hunger on my part. If I hadn't been so bloated with energy that I had 
taken from the man who had attacked me, I might have fed on them. 
Instead, I just followed the woman up to my room.

Once we are all alone inside the room, the door closed behind us, the 
woman sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come to me. It is my turn 
to savage you."

As my body started to walk towards her, I asked, "Can't we talk about 
what you did to me?"

She said, this time her voice consoling and soft, "You are confused. 
That is natural for newborns. But the human way of communicating is 
so inefficient. Come. Let us join."

I got up on the bed on my knees, straddling her. As I lowered myself 
onto her cock, I said, "The human way? You mean I'm not human 
anymore?"

She pulled me tight to her, then lay back, pulling me on top of her. 
Then she pulled my face down to hers. She said, "Not exactly," and 
kissed me.

As soon as our lips touched, we began to writhe in animal passion. I 
could feel all the pleasure that I was both giving and getting, and 
yet, I felt a strange detachment towards what was going on. Suddenly, 
everything froze. I heard the woman's voice in my head. She said, 
"There. Now we can talk properly."

I was incredulous. "Have you really stopped time?"

She laughed. "Hardly. Time is relative. Right now, we're doing things 
completely on the mental plane. We're passing our thoughts back and 
forth at, well, the speed of thought. If you look real close, pay 
real close attention, you'll notice that our bodies still are moving, 
just really, really slowly in comparison to us."

"Us? What are we? What are you? What did you make me into?"

"The answer to all three of those questions is the same thing. We are 
vampiresses."

"Vampiresses? Like in the movies with neck biting and bloodsucking?"

"You've seen too many of those movies. You have already fed tonight. 
At any point, did you bite anybody?"

"No."

"To a real vampire, neck biting bloodsuckers are like bigfoot to the 
humans, a primitive throwback with no real evidence of its existence 
and that no credible witness has ever seen. We feed on raw life 
force. We are masculine-physical feeders."

"Masculine-physical? What does that mean?"

"To understand that, you must first accept that there is a higher 
beingness to everyone, a soul if you will. That being, depending on 
its needs, will generate three types of energy."

"Let me guess. Female, male, and neuter?"

"No. The three types are spiritual, mental, and physical. Now every 
being can generate extra energy in times of need, but each has a 
starting level for all three types of energy. That base level will 
further breakdown into male and female."

-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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