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             {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 4 of 50
               [Yotna El'toub] (MF, f-solo, f/f, MC)
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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. 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.
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Chapter four: Or In Rain.

Rachael woke slowly, her body finally surfacing from its drug-
induced slumber. Parts of the room swam around her, gradually going
in and out of focus; her mind stirred in its chemical cage.

'Where am I? What happened?' her drowsy mind asked.

She fumbled through her memories, and slowly Rachael assembled her
recent history, fragment by fragment.

'Going to the doctors,'

'Coming hard, and shocking the prudish receptionist,'

'Being pulled off her mum,'

The memory jarred a nerve, and Rachael's rolling eyes grew misty.

'The jab in her arm, and floating to the waiting ambulance,'

'Watching the countryside and mines drift by as she travelled far
away from her home,'

'A serious looking woman in a blue uniform, and the smiling woman
doctor, then darkness...'

Rachael sniffed back her tears, and moved. Her hand failed to reach
her wet eyes. It was held firmly by a leather strap that stretched
towards the headboard of the bed.

'Shit, I'm trapped!' the panicked girl thought.

Rachael noticed the red button close to her hand; her finger jabbed
at it furiously. Almost at once the glossy green door swung open, and
in walked a familiar figure.

"Awake are we? Good. So are we more sociable today?" asked a
matronly voice.

"Sod off!" Rachael snarled.

"Before or after I release you?" the nurse asked.

"Release me, you mean you will take these shackles off?" Rachael
smiled weakly.

"Yes, you know they are only on to stop you wandering around when
you are too drowsy. We don't want any accidents, these neuroleptics
are pretty powerful," the nurse paused, "but you seem awake enough to
me."

"What are neuroleptics?"

"The class of drugs you are on, Rachael, they help control your
symptoms -the voices?"

"Voices, no - there is just one voice, that bitch Lalo. She controls
me!"

"Rachael, you are ill, the doctors and I will help you."

"By drugging me and tying me down?" Rachael spat out.

"You keep up that spirit, girl; it will help you get better."

"I'm not ill..." Rachael's voice trailed off.

The nurse walked forward and unbuckled the straps securing Rachael
to the hospital bed. Rachael read the label on the nurse's lapel:
'Cora Vickery. Matron Unit 5.'

"Cora, what sort of name is that?" Rachael asked.

"A Scottish sort, Rachael, is that OK with you?"

"You don't sound Scottish."

"I've been here so long, the accent - it fades, I expect. Anyway, Dr
Kemp will want to see you shortly, now you are back with us."

"Well fuck her, I'm staying here." growled Rachael.

"We'll see, Rachael, we will see." The matron winked, and swept out
of the room.


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Rachael sat in the doctor's office, glaring at the pasty-faced girl
opposite her; she was the epitome of everyone's image of the
institutionalised. Her sallow cheeks were bony ridges above a deeply
hollowed mouth, at which skinny fingers plucked for no obvious
reason. Her dirty blonde hair hung lankly across her forehead, mostly
obscuring the pale blue darting eyes. The girl, for she was no more
than that, looked like a startled deer, caught in the headlights of
an oncoming lorry.

For an instant, Rachael felt sorry for her waif-like companion, and
was just about to speak, when the door opened. In breezed a woman in
a business suit, who sat behind the room's solitary desk. Quietly she
thumbed through a few sheets of paper, and then spoke.

"Welcome, Rachael, I am Dr Kemp and this is Pearl. Please try to
relax; we are just here to make our introductions. Pearl will be your
mentor and room mate, she knows all about the hospital - and will
help you to feel at home here."

"I'm not sharing a room with that junkie! She looks a right smack-
head, how the hell can she help me?" Rachael gave a derisory laugh.

"Pearl has never abused drugs, Rachael; she suffers from agoraphobia
and an eating disorder. She is however, bright and capable. Now
introduce yourself to Pearl, I'm sure she will accept your apology."
Dr Kemp frowned.

"Yeah, sure, bog off!" said Rachael.

"OK then Rachael, have it your way. I still want you to introduce
yourself, and explain why you are here."

Rachael's face fell, her confident, cheeky air evaporated. She
couldn't discuss this - not now; stuck in a room with a Welsh clone
of Shirley Conran, and a zombie. Rachael shifted uncomfortably, and
stared at her tightly clasped hands. Her panic was blind; there was
nowhere left to turn. Rachael's moods swung wildly. Was she losing
her mind?

"If it's easier Rachael, Pearl and I will start first?"

Rachael nodded sullenly.

"I'm Dr Virginia Kemp, Child Psychologist and Psychosexual
counsellor. I'm from Cardiff originally, and my friends call me
Ginny."

Pearl glanced up, the hair fell away from her eyes; the pale orbs
scanned Rachael intensely.

"Me, I'm Pearl, Pearl White. I like it here, it's safe, Rachael; you
don't have to go anywhere you don't want to. I hate going outside, so
they keep me here, safe and sound," Pearl stated in a clear low voice.

"My name is Rachael Savage; I'm here because I hear a voice."

"Yes and the voice tells you to do unpleasant things. Why do you
listen, why do you do as the voice says?" Dr Kemp asked.

"It's not my fault! When Lalo talks to me I lose control, I have to
do what she wants," Rachael stated.

"So this Lalo, is she a real person?"

"Yes, she's the lezzy bitch that set me up, she made me grope my mum
- I didn't want to do it!" Rachael spoke through her tears.

"You groped your mum? Gross..." Pearl eyed Rachael with suspicion,
"I'm not going to share a room with her!"

"Pearl, Rachael is on a high dose of colozapine, she won't hear the
voices now. You are quite safe, Pearl, and Rachael will help you get
over some of your fears," Virginia said.

"I don't like her! She's weird; let me share with someone else -
anyone else," Pearl pleaded.

"Now, Pearl..." Dr Kemp was interrupted by Rachael.

"Please Pearl, I'm sorry, I need a friend..." tears streamed down
Rachel's face "I'm lost, I don't understand what's happening to me."

Pearl's expression changed as the last sentence left Rachael's lips.
She sat forward, and rested her thin hand on Rachael's.

"It's OK, I know. We'll help each other, I'll be your big sister,
Rachael"

"Big sister? How old are you, Pearl?" Rachael sniffed.

"I'm seventeen, Rachael, and you?"

"Seventeen, but you look like a kid. I'm fourteen, but I look older
than you."

"Pearl's illness has stopped her developing sexually, Rachael,
that's why she looks as she does." Dr Kemp added.

"I still don't have periods, and I never want to!" Pearl's voice
quaked.

"You want to be a little girl forever?" Rachael asked, incredulously.

"I never want to be a woman, to have to..." Pearl's voice trailed off.

Pearl coughed and dry retched.

"OK, Pearl, we aren't going to talk about that any more. Calm down,
calm now."

"I'm all right, sorry," whimpered Pearl.

"Let's wind this up, you two girls go and get to know each other.
We'll talk more tomorrow"

Virginia smiled as the girls wandered away from her office. She had
high hopes for them both, and as experimental as this approach was -
it did show promise.


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Jeff panted, and drove his buttocks down once more. He relished the
feel of her soft suction, pulling him into her very core. He closed
his eyes and blindly stroked her rib cage. He swept his fingers over
her smooth breasts and located her needy nipples. She tightened
against him, her breath coming in short gasps. Jeff felt her legs
cross behind his flexing back; lovingly she drew him to her. He felt
the beginning, his slack pouch contracted--squeezing and propelling
his seed on its furious journey. Lustily, headily, he came, filling
her and calling the name of his love into the still night.

"Maldea!"

He opened his eyes, and stared down into the deep blue ones
returning his gaze.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Jeff puffed.

"Don't worry, Jeff, it's not the first time," she said.

"I know, but that's hardly an excuse!"

"Look, I know I'm just the substitute here. I know how much you love
her."

"You are no substitute, Janet; you are far more than that - without
you I'd have gone mad years ago," Jeff protested.

"I know, but I will never understand it, you are crazy about her -
are you sure it can't work?"

"We can never just make love, she always holds something back," Jeff
paused, "it's as if she's afraid it will all start again."

"What will all start again, Jeff? In all these years - you never
have told me," Janet asked.

"And I never will!" Jeff shouted.

Jeff grabbed his trousers, and started to pull them up his legs. His
hands trembled with rage.

"You're not going now, Jeff, you can't just storm out on me, again!"

Janet curled her arm around Jeff's waist; her fingers fondled his
wet shaft, and then sank down to weigh his ample balls. She felt him
swelling against her wrist; he was weakening.

"Leave it, Janet, I have told you before there are things I can't
tell you -I'm going home."

Janet wriggled around Jeff, and took his bobbing cock-head into her
mouth. Her tongue explored the stretched organ, and slid to the
weeping opening.

Jeff sighed.

"Well, maybe it can wait until tomorrow morning..." he laughed.

"Or Friday?" Janet mumbled, sending shocks through his stiff prick.

"Or Friday, you are so bad, girl..."

Jeff's penis flopped out of Janet's succulent mouth, she giggled.

"Besides which, you can't go all the way to Cornwall - commando!"
she pointed to Jeff's crumpled boxer shorts on the floor.

Jeff grabbed Janet playfully, and moved her head back to his turgid
erection. She engulfed him joyfully, giving him a cheeky nip with her
sharp teeth.

"Ow, watch it! And less of the comedy lady..." Jeff chuckled.

In response Janet slid her mouth down to the base of his cock, her
lips grazing his dark curls. She slowly dragged her lips up his
shaft, nibbling the pulsing skin as she went. His length popped out
of her mouth and bobbed furiously, as if seeking its warm sheath.

"A comedian I may be, but I'm no lady," Janet grinned.

As her head descended towards his dancing erection, Jeff nodded his
head in dumb agreement.


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Pearl lay quietly in her new bed, too fearful to sleep. Her mind was
full of today's confessions; Rachael's voice echoed in her thoughts.
She found herself wondering what it must be like to experience such a
loss of control. Pearl's mind recoiled, that was her worst fear -
that one day it would happen.

The years rolled back in her head; she saw the squat, the needles,
and her mother straddling yet another man. One of an endless
procession of men that paid for the heroin Steph craved. She felt the
determination well up inside her. She would never, never, be like
her, Pearl would never be a woman; she would stay safe.

Finally, Pearl drifted off into an uneasy sleep; she squirmed as the
dreams came - they always did. She was back at the hated squat, mum
was seeing off her latest visitor. She heard the insincere banter.

"Glad you enjoyed it, lovely to see you again. You are my favourite
you know - such a man."

Slowly the dishevelled creature lumbered back into what passed for a
living room. She threw herself down onto a torn dirty armchair, her
towelling robe hung open. Pearl caught sight of the ravaged pale
body, inwardly she shivered.

"What's up with you Pearly, do you want a slice of mummy too. Yes
you would like to be like Rachael, a real daughter, real c-l-o-s-e."
Steph staggered to her feet and stumbled towards Pearl, her dangling
breasts swinging with each unsteady step.

"My Pearly..." Steph cooed, in mock seduction.

Steph fell forwards and landed on Pearl with force, her slack mouth
sought Pearl's. Pearl watched the haggard face descend towards her;
Pearl smelt the stale cigarettes. Steph wheezed, uttered a single
cough and lurched towards Pearl's paralysed form. Cold passionless
lips found Pearl's; she shuddered at the taste of the man's putrid
semen on her mother's tongue.

Pearl woke up with a start, covered in perspiration, with her heart
thumping. Her wild eyes darted around the moonlit room, she was safe.
This wasn't the squat. She made her way to the wash basin, and
thirstily guzzled some water from the cold tap. Standing, Pearl
caught sight not only of her distraught reflection, but of an image
that burned itself into her retinas. Her room mate - was sprawled
naked on top of her bedclothes.

Pearl turned, dreamlike, and gazed at Rachael's unconscious display.
Her eyes followed the rounded contours; Rachael looked so different
to her mother, so ripe. The moonlight cast a bluish, unreal tinge on
Rachael's smooth skin; she glowed, looking more like a goddess than a
girl.

Pearl swallowed hard, but her mouth was dry. Rachel stirred on the
bed, moving her legs languidly. Pearl watched in fascination as
Rachael's thighs slid open - she caught sight of a small tattooed
butterfly. Then, gradually Rachael's sex appeared before her, yawning
wildly. Pearl marvelled at the intricate beauty before her, the
silken hairs and deep inviting chasm.

Pearl felt odd, something was happening to her. She gazed down at
her cotton night shirt, and saw two raised peaks tipping the gentlest
of swells. Her hands sought them out, initially to still the
prickling sensation. They stayed to caress her virgin nipples,
coaxing them to full prominence. Pearl's breathing shortened, as new
sensations flooded her inexperienced body. The warmth and itching
between her thighs grew, until she could stand it no longer. A
tenuous hand slid down her taut stomach, pausing momentarily when it
encountered the down above her labia, and then wormed its way lower.

The wetness surprised Pearl, and she withdrew her fingers bringing
them under her twitching nose.

'It's not wee, I haven't wet myself,' she thought, sighing with
relief.

Her slit cried out for the return of her nervous hand, without
hesitation her fingers returned to her treasure. The probing
fingertips opened her slick lips and delved inside, trembling as they
explored the unaccustomed territory. With a minimum of pressure they
slid down the pulsing cleft and entered a velvet pouch. Pearl
stiffened against her own touch.

'Something's going to happen if I keep doing this. I can feel it
building up!'

Despite her desperate thoughts, her fingers danced ever faster,
coating her vulva with delicious secretions. But dance as they might,
they could not take her to her unknown goal. The motion of her hand
tensioned with real frustration; the harder she tried to complete her
passion the further away it seemed.

Then something miraculous happened, new fingers touched her -
fingers that knew what to do - where to press. Pearl's eyes flew
open. Rachael was standing directly in front of her, the tip of
Rachael's nose almost nuzzling hers. Slowly but inevitably, the two
pairs of lips closed the distance between them and smothered each
other. Pearl stiffened, and then melted, dissolving into the delight
of her first ever orgasm.


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Jeff reached the outskirts of Tintagel just as the sun dipped below
the horizon. He glanced at the digital clock on the dash, 20:01 -
autumn would be here all too soon. He pulled into the lay-by outside
the 'Spar 8 'til late' shop, and sprinted up to the door.

It was still open; he breezed into the cluttered store, and walked
past the glaring headlines of the local Friday papers. He turned
right, walked up the aisle, and retrieved a solitary box of 'Milk
Tray' chocolates. He paid in cash, smiling at the young girl's
groans. The filled plastic bags on the counter confirmed that she had
already cashed up for the day.

"Please, I may be in need of the brownie points. I'm late again!" he
practised his most disarming grin.

"Oh, OK just this once, but only because I know Maldea deserves
them," she smiled wearily.

"Cheers! See you," Jeff called, as he ran back towards the entrance.

"Mmmm, bye..."

Jeff hurtled into the darkness, and drove home in record time. The
first inkling he had that life was other than normal came as he swept
the car into the garage, beside the darkened house. Idly he wondered
why the windows weren't blazing into the night. A chilly thought hit
him; he hoped Maldea didn't have one of her migraines. Now that
really could spoil his plans for this evening.

He was still ruminating on the course his weekend would take, when
he flicked on the hall light.

"Hi Maldea, I'm home! Are you OK, love?"

No response.

"Lalo, are you home?"

No response.

"Hey, are you ill? H-e-l-l-o."

No response.

Concerned, Jeff rushed through the house, flicking on lights as he
went. He vaulted up the stairs two at a time. Their bedroom was
empty; Maldea was not reclining on her sick bed. Jeff frowned, and
headed for Lalo's room. He stumbled over some plates, and swore under
his breath at his daughter's slovenly habits. What he saw next raised
the hairs covering his tanned neck.

The room was in chaos with clothes strewn around the floor. He bent
and examined the closest pile; on the very top was a pair of
discarded panties. Jeff picked them up; he couldn't fail to notice
how starched the gusset was, and he sniffed deeply. Jeff was greeted
with the rich aroma of Maldea's sex. Two similar piles of clothes lay
on the far side of the bed. Then he noticed what was on the bed. A
rudimentary inverted crucifix had been fashioned from two broken
pieces of wood. He froze, not wood, a broken pool cue - the pool cue,
his pool cue from New York.

Seconds passed, and eventually Jeff moved, wiping the tears from his
eyes. Through the blur he saw the crudely written message on the
dresser mirror. He checked its substance with an extended finger, and
realised, to his relief, it wasn't blood but lipstick. He squinted at
the unfamiliar scrawl, slowly and with difficulty he read:

'When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.'

Jeff read it, and wept.


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End Chapter four, Chapter five to follow

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub December 2004
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payment for my work.

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