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ASSM Vampyre Nights Part 9 of 12 Yotna El'toub (Caution blasphemous Slow
F/F F/f MC WS Tg)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own
local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.
In addition this part contains material that could be considered
blasphemous, if this is likely to offend you please do not read.
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.
Chapter Twenty-five: The Lesson continueth
Sister Agnes directed Maldea to the most comfortable of the chairs
before settling herself down behind her desk. Agnes smiled generously and
spoke in conspiratorial tone.
"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.
Chapter Twenty-six: Sister of no mercy
Agnes stood in the street and hesitated before the door of the house,
why she was here she couldn't really say. What the school were doing about
her classes she didn't really care. All she knew was something had
happened and this was the place she had to be. It was wrong, but it felt
so right finally she raised her hand and tapped lightly on the door. No
one came, but the door swung open inviting her in. Once inside she felt
drawn towards the first door in the hallway, as she opened it and stepped
down the first few steps the front door swung snuggly shut.
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!
Chapter Twenty-seven: The homecoming
Maldea walked out of the "Meow mix" at the end of a successful cleaning
session. The main success had been the recovery of all of the mirrors
fragments, all but the one sitting unnoticed in her bedroom. Once this was
returned to Mika her quests would be done, Maldea's mind turned to her
reward, and her wet tongue explored her lips while savoring the
possibilities.
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.
To be continued...
Part 9 of 12.
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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub November 2003
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