index


Message-ID: <50576asstr$1109455807@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Yotna El'toub" <yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 8 of 50 [Yotna El'toub] (MF, MC)
Lines: 448
Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2005 17:10:07 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

********************************************************************
             {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 8 of 50
             [Yotna El'toub] (MF, MC)
********************************************************************
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.
____________________________________________________________________


Chapter eight: Come What Come May.

Janet stepped out of the steaming shower and wrapped a towel around her. She 
rushed to the stairs, cursing softly under her breath. Why had she left the 
cordless phone downstairs?

"I'm coming, hang on!"

Janet shouted pointlessly, at the warbling phone. Finally she reached it, 
silently amazed that the caller hadn't rung off. `If this is double glazing, 
I will kill them!' she thought.

"Hello, Janet Widdowson speaking."

"Hi! Jeff, how are you? What are you doing calling this late?"

"Wait, what do you mean one call? Police, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"They think what?" Janet pulled the phone away from her and stared at it, 
stunned she put the receiver back to her ear, "Murder, you, but that's..."

"Look calm down, I'll be with you as soon as I can. Have you contacted a 
solicitor?"

"You idiot, that was what the phone call was for!"

"That's very flattering Jeff, but what can I do?"

"OK, calm down, I'll get dressed and leave now."

"No, no one, I was in the shower, Jeff."

"OK, love you too, see you, bye."

Janet rested the phone back on the table; she studied her reflection in the 
hall mirror and wondered. `Could he, would he be capable?' She instantly 
dismissed her disloyal thoughts. Turned on her heels, and ran up the stairs, 
clearing them three at a time.

The Impreza WRX purred into life, she gripped the leather covered steering 
wheel and revved the car into frenzy. One quick check of the digital clock, 
22:07, Janet toe poked the accelerator and stormed off her driveway. The 
Subaru flashed along the A556 towards the M6. Janet swung onto the slip road 
and pointed her car south, she sighed in relief, for once, the dreaded 
motorway was clear.

Her relief turned to steely desperation within miles; her performance car, 
well capable of 150mph, crawled along in the queued traffic. She could just 
make out the flashing sign; squinting into the distance, it confirmed her 
worst fears. `Motorway closed between Jct 16 and 15'. Janet's finger jabbed 
at the controls of her navigation system - if she went down the A500 she 
could get across to Derby and the M1. It was way off her route, but it might 
just be faster than this.

Janet's instinct proved right and the miles thundered past her in a blur of 
overtaken lorries and cars. Her eyes flitted constantly between the road and 
the navigation screen. Her drive was temporarily slowed around Oxford and 
she studied the navigator intensely, junction 13 of the M4 was only 28 miles 
south. A quick glance at the clock, 0:23, not bad, she might just make it 
before daybreak.

Her mood darkened over the next few miles though; the journey became 
tiresome, `at this rate Jeff will be out on probation before I get there,' 
she thought glumly. At last she reached the M4, and she opened up the 
Subaru, true to its STi rating, the car flew forward, hungrily wanting to 
gobble up the miles to Cornwall. The sound of the siren was most unwelcome; 
Janet glanced in her rear view mirror as she eyed the blue flashing lights 
with contempt. For a second, she considered trying to outrun the squad car, 
but her commonsense kicked in and she slowed to a crawl, pulling over onto 
the hard shoulder.

Janet just had time to check her lipstick and hitch up her skirt before the 
expected tap came on the side window. She pressed the button and stuck her 
head out of the window with her best `come hither' look on her face. Janet's 
face fell, just her luck!

The red-haired policewoman smiled back, before bending to address her.

"Good evening Madam, in a hurry are we?" She asked sweetly.

"I am actually, I know I was going a little fast, but a friend of mine is in 
serious trouble," Janet replied.

"They're not alone; do you know the speed you were doing? It was an average 
of 126mph over 2.63 miles. Impressive, but also enough for a ban, and even 
prison, should the judge so wish!"

"But you don't understand, my friend's been arrested," Janet protested.

"For some reason, I don't find that too surprising," the WPC laughed, "you 
may be too. Now, if you would like to walk to my squad car and get in the 
rear, we will have a little chat. You can tell me all about your friend. I 
will tell you all about the fatalities that excessive speed brings to our 
county."

Janet felt very small as she gazed into the green eyes of the WPC. The 
policewoman made a few notes, and then talked into her radio.

"OK, so she checks out, fine thanks," the WPC beamed, "so at least it is 
your car you are burning up Berkshire with. OK, give me the excuse, but I 
warn you I've heard most of them.

Janet sighed, and began to explain; this was turning out to be a very long 
night.

                      -----------------------


The bunker was quiet, all lay in darkness, all slept. In the valley below, 
shadows moved, assuredly following dimmed lights, deliberate but slow in its 
search. The inside of the limo was not as calm, Les Bitches crowded around 
Maldea. They took long luxurious draughts of Maldea's life blood. After each 
vampyres' kiss, her resolve waned further, and in doing so, led them further 
towards their ultimate prey.

Back in the bunker, someone stirred, awakened by the closeness of danger. 
Lalo sat up and hugged her knees into her chest. Her breath stuttered out of 
her body in fearful gasps, tears welled up in her dark eyes. She felt a 
gentle movement beside her.

"What's up?" asked Cath.

"Nothing, go back to sleep," Lalo whispered.

"It's not nothing; you forget how well I know you."

"My mother returns," said Lalo, flatly.

"Surely that's good?"

"She doesn't want to come here, but she must. She's not alone," Lalo 
replied.

"Should we go?" Asked Cath.

"It's too late," answered Lalo.

Lalo looked sadly at Cath, and then nodded towards the door. Cath could see 
a dimly outlined figure, but it was too large to be Maldea. Gradually the 
room was illuminated by a dull red glow. One after another, the occupants of 
the room awoke. The atmosphere grew heavy with the sultry scent of incense, 
a fog of longing descended on the bunker. At long last, the figure moved, 
raising her hands and sweeping back the edges of her floor length cloak. 
Slowly, deliberately, she revealed her spectacular curves to her spellbound 
audience.

"I am Margit; I have come for my acolyte. Make yourself known."

Without hesitation, Lalo stood and turned to face Margit.

"I am here, I am ready..." Said Lalo.

"Good, what is this place - why are you here?"

"We are hiding; Mum said it was best to."

"No, little one, I instructed you to find a remote hideaway. We needed a 
remote rendezvous, I must admit you excelled; even if this place is a bit 
austere for my tastes," Margit paused, "now the hiding is over, you are all 
coming with us, guests of `Les Bitches'."

A hubbub broke out in the dim bunker.

"Follow me, bring your vehicles, we are going somewhere special."

"Where are we going?" Asked Pearl.

"Who are you, girl?" Margit asked.

"I'm Pearl."

"Come to me, Pearl," said Margit.

Pearl sidled up to Margit; the woman extended an arm and drew Pearl under 
her cloak and close to her side.

"You will travel with me in the Limo."

"Cool, but where are we going?"

"To the Imperial Hotel Torbay," Margit answered.

"The Imperial! You have rooms there?"

"Rooms, no, we have the whole top floor!" Margit laughed.

"Wow, excellent..."

"Well, let's get there then," said Margit.

She held the door wide open, and silently the assembled, entranced girls' 
walked out into the still of the night. Virginia followed meekly, for their 
journey was now hers.


                   ------------------------


He looked around the room as she showed the police to the door, it was a 
pleasant, if somewhat cramped, living room. He breathed in and let out a low 
exasperated sigh, what she expected him to do about the situation was beyond 
him. Still, she had asked him to stay after the police had gone, and he 
felt, under the circumstances, obliged. He listened to her footsteps coming 
closer, what could he say? He, the ultimate professional, was as confused as 
everyone else.

She opened the door and smiled at him, he watched her intensely, searching 
her face for clues.

"Drink doctor?" She asked.

"No, thank you, I have to drive," he replied.

"Coffee then or tea?"

"No, nothing, thank you, I'm fine."

"OK, do you mind if I do?" she asked, "I need a bit of a lift."

"Of course, understood, it's been a shocking few days for us all."

Jolene returned and placed her generous glass of white wine on the table, 
before settling down opposite the doctor. Self consciously, she smoothed 
down her skirt. The doctor blushed, adverted his eyes, and shifted a little 
uncomfortably.

"How can I help, Mrs Savage? This is more the police's arena than mine now," 
Dr Fazakerly asked.

"I know, I just don't understand it, you assured me the hospital was the 
best place for Rachael, and now she has vanished."

"Ah yes, unfortunately it looks as if Rachael was more disturbed than any of 
us realised!"

"Do you really think my girl abducted this counsellor, and another patient?"

"Well, it looks as if Rachael and Pearl may have been in cahoots, but 
there's no doubt about the abduction, security cameras can't tell lies."

"But Rachael has never done anything like this before."

"Jolene, I'm sorry, but it was clearly Rachael driving the van," Justin 
stated.

Jolene dissolved into tears, sobbing deeply.

"Will, will, I see her again," Jolene stuttered.

Dr Fazakerly rose and crossed the room; he sat beside Jolene and slung a 
supportive arm around her shoulders. She nestled into him and calmed a 
little.

"The police are treating this very seriously, it shouldn't be too long 
before we hear," Justin cooed.

Jolene nodded silently and dabbed her tearful cheeks with a tissue.

"Would you like me to give you a sedative Jolene? Sleep can be very 
restorative," he asked kindly.

"May be, but I have something to ask you first," she said.

"Of course, ask away."

"Ever since that day in the surgery, my life has been upside down. But I 
have been continuously excited."

"You are bound to be on edge, it has been a very stressful time Jolene."

"No, not like that, you know, excited," Jolene replied, looking hard into 
the doctor's eyes.

"Agitated, unsettled?" Justin asked, furrowing his brow.

"More like, well... Horny," Jolene smiled.

"Horny!" Justin mouthed.

He moved as far away from Jolene's warm body as he could.

"What happened stimulated you? You are talking about your daughter's assault 
on you?" Justin asked quietly.

"At the time it sickened me but, her touch, it still burns on me."

Justin watched in horror, as Jolene's fingers probed under her skirt to 
indicate the offending area. She arched her back, and sucked her breath 
raggedly through her teeth.

"I will just get you that sedative, Mrs Savage; I think all of this has 
taken its toll on you."

"I don't want a sedative, Justin, I want a fuck."

Justin Fazakerly launched himself from the low settee; in his rush he 
inadvertently caught his ankle on the coffee table. He, the table, and the 
white wine went flying across the room. Justin landed heavily, and his 
breath whooshed out of him. Dazed and disorientated he lay still, his wide 
back flattened to the carpet.

Jolene was on him in a second, her fingers tearing at the front of his suit 
trousers. She ripped the tab on his zip down, and her frantic fingers 
hungrily plundered his boxer shorts. Before he could raise as much as a 
protest, she had freed his penis.

"Oh my, Justin I never imagined," Jolene cooed, her eyes widening.

The object of her surprise lay in her hands; it filled both of them, and 
protruded a good six inches beyond them, he was huge! Jolene's lips touched, 
and then swallowed the mighty glans. Justin struggled.

"You mustn't, Mrs Savage, Jolene, please!" he gasped.

His body betrayed his words, as his cock unfurled, pushing Jolene's jaws 
widely apart. He was amazed, his penis still functioned, he had presumed 
after all these years it was just an accessory. His desire punched him hard; 
even so, the professional was still to the fore.

"Please stop, this is quite unethical. I can't, you are a patient," he 
begged.

Jolene stopped her ardent sucking and raised her head.

"Rachael's your patient not me, besides which, do you think we should let 
this go to waste?" Jolene asked.

Her fingers ran over the pulsing veins of Justin's erection, and then with 
an ease, that belied her age, she swivelled her body. Grunting with effort, 
she brought her crotch into firm contact with the rampant head of Justin's 
prick. Her fingers dragged the damp cotton gusset out of the way, and she 
drove down, skewering her body on his.

Even now, Justin did his best to hold back. He clenched his buttocks and 
tried in vain, to dislodge the inflamed tip of his knob from Jolene. It was 
too late. A combination of her liberal lubrication, and the insane lust that 
drove her, swallowed him. Despite his reserve, his abdomen contacted, and he 
pushed back, lodging his glans firmly against Jolene's accommodating cervix.

Together they rutted, for the sex was more animal than human. His inhibition 
gone, Justin plucked Jolene's breasts free of her blouse, and smothered them 
with kisses. The coupling was too intense to be lengthy, and seconds later, 
Justin erupted, filling Jolene with his hot seed. Jolene's slippery fingers 
found her clitoris, and she followed after him, crying her pleasure as she 
came.

As the unlikely couple relaxed in their new found love, a different 
tumescence subsided. The large shaft of red light subsided; it withdrew from 
the living room, slipped out of the hallway and returned towards Rachael's 
bedroom.


             -------------------------------------


Janet finished her story, she missed out nothing, not the conjecture, not 
even the pieces she found insane. She blinked and looked deep into the eyes 
of the police woman; had she believed her?

"Well, that's an impressive tale, worthy of a TV series," the WPC smiled.

"But it's true, most of it, I have had to guess at other parts, Jeff is so 
secretive."

"With reason I expect."

"Do you believe me?" Janet asked.

"Tell me one thing, what was the name of this rock band in New York?"

"The Bitches, or something, I don't follow that sort of music, I'm more of a 
classical person."

"Interesting..." the WPC whistled softly.

"Look please, either charge me, or release me, I must get to Cornwall, Jeff 
needs me."

"I'm not going to do either Ma'am."

"What, I don't understand?"

"I am going to give you a police escort, follow my car. Oh and don't hang 
around."

"But why?"

"Just call it a favour, I have my reasons," the WPC smiled.

"Thank you... Umm, what is your name?" Janet asked.

"You can call me Helen."

"Thank you Helen."

"Just remember, Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the 
roughest day. OK?" Helen winked.

"Sure, thanks Helen," Janet smiled.

Janet climbed out of the police car and walked back towards her Subaru `What 
a weirdo,' she thought.


                   ---------------------------




____________________________________________________________________

Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub February 2005
____________________________________________________________________
I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.  As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only
payment for my work.

Please address comments to yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com

This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be
published, posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server,
other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the
author. Any reader may archive a copy of this story, provided the
warnings and copyright information is attached in full.

_________________________________________________________________
Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends 
http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+