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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 12 of 50
                 [Yotna El'toub] (FF,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 Twelve: The Insane Root


Lorna cursed her luck as she drove along in the slipstream of the black 
Limo. As if the weirdness of the past couple of days had not been enough, 
she now had to play chaperone to this band of misfits. However, the chief's 
instructions had been clear.

'Get them off my patch, and ensure they are safely taken to their next 
hotel. Watch them and brief the hotel. Oh and no cock ups!'

Lorna glanced across at Helen.

"Are you any happier to be guarding these idiots than I am?" She asked.

"Makes a change for me, I'm not used to this sort of excitement," Helen 
giggled, "and I get the chance to be close to the delectable
Alison."

"Oh god, you're not a fan are you? No, surely not! You have got the hots for 
her, haven't you? Just my luck, a lesbian WPC by my side, this just gets 
better."

"Hey! You weren't complaining in the changing room when I was munching you." 
Helen countered.

"Th - that was an aberration, I'm not like that normally," replied Lorna, 
her condescending tone gone.

"Oh, an aberration, come to think of it, a multiple aberration," Helen 
laughed.

Lorna felt the colour rise in her cheeks; she fixed her eyes on the road, 
and her mind on the job. Long sullen minutes passed before she spoke again.

"How far away are we?"

"About another 50 miles to Bath, then the itinerary really begins, sound 
checks tomorrow morning and the gig at Academy Bristol the day after."

"I only asked how far, please try to act a bit more professional. You sound 
like an overawed teenager," Lorna snapped.

"Humph, maybe I do. At least I'm not frigid..."

"Can I remind you of who's the senior officer here, WPC Grant."

The temperature in the car seemed to drop below zero. It hovered there for 
the rest of the frosty journey. As darkness fell, Lorna parked her police 
car beside the Limo and the battered hospital van. Lorna jumped out and 
hurried along ensuring that she reached the reception long before the rest 
of the band and the hangers on. The muted conversation with the receptionist 
did nothing to raise Lorna's flagging spirits. Dutifully she walked over to 
the huddle of women and handed out the room keys. Finally only she and Helen 
remained, Lorna spoke hesitantly.

"A bit inconvenient Helen, but we have to share."

Helen grimaced.

"Ok, but I get to pick which bed I want!" Helen groaned.

"They only had a double, we really have to share," said Lorna.

"Bollocks! Well don't worry, after today your virtue is guaranteed, Lorna."

"Screw you, bitch," said Lorna before storming off.

"Oh, most professional and by the way, not a chance!"

Helen picked up her case and wandered off towards the bedrooms.

"Excuse me, hello," the receptionist called.

"Yes?" asked Helen wearily.

"Sorry I forgot to tell your girlfriend, but one of the band arrived 
separately, earlier on."

"She's not my girlfriend. Far from it she is just a... colleague," spat 
Helen.

"Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry. Anyway, Ms Mika, and her consort, a Ms Lesley 
arrived earlier."

"Ms Mika? Who the hell is she?"

"Erm, she said Maldea would know her, does that help?"

"Not really, don't worry. I will sort it with Lorna. In the morning."

"Have a goodnight."

"Oh without a doubt," Helen smiled grimly.


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"Well, that is a fascinating tale, Jeff. But it is a complete fantasy," 
Julian chuckled.

"Oh, and you Dr Fazakerly have a far better explanation?" growled Jeff.

"No, but I don't need to resort to fantasy. No wonder the police held you, 
if you came out with that tripe!"

"Well, if you two are just going to argue, I'm off to powder my nose," said 
Jolene.

"Sure," grunted Julian.

Janet lent over and whispered to Jeff.

"Carry on with the Doc, I'm going to have a chat with Jolene."

Janet stood and walked away to the rear of the quiet Pub. She left behind a 
stony silence. Leanne was seated between the two protagonists; she looked 
from one to the other and shrugged, 'men!' She sighed internally.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Yeah, sure Leanne, fire away," said Jeff.

"Why don't we just find the girls and your wife first, and worry about the 
detail later?"

Jeff and Julian eyed each other warily, before an uneasy peace treaty was 
agreed with a nod. Leanne sighed again out loud this time.

Janet walked into the ladies room just as Jolene flushed the lavatory; 
seconds later she opened the wooden door and smiled weakly at Janet.

"Hi," said Jolene.

"Hi, Jolene, what are your thoughts on this?"

"I don't know, I mean things have been weird lately, but lesbian vampires? 
It all sounds a bit Channel 4ish to me..."

"So, nothing odd has happened to you?"

Jolene instantly remembered the lingering desire Rachael's touch had left on 
her, and her desperate sex sessions with Fizz. The very act of recall 
coloured her face.

"No, nothing at all," said Jolene through tight lips.

"What about your daughter, Rachael?"

"Rachael was ill! The doctor told me that, she was ill!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

Janet put a supportive hand on Jolene's quaking shoulder.

"You didn't, I'm not, and it's just worry about Rachael."

Jolene felt calmed by Janet's affection, her hand warm and comforting on her 
skin. The slow massage reassured her. She stopped shaking and looked into 
Janet's eyes. The blue-grey orbs were full of concern and understanding 
Jolene cleared her throat.

"W-what about you, has anything bad happened to you?"

"I don't know if I would call it bad, but odd things have happened, sexual 
ones," Janet confessed quietly.

"Sexual..."

"Yes, I have never been attracted to my own sex before but now..." Janet's 
voice petered out.

Her hand slipped from Jolene's shoulder, crept across the smooth cotton 
Tee-shirt and stopped when it reached the swell of a well formed breast.

"'Ere, you coming onto me, 'cause I'm not interested. I like men, you 
understand, men," Jolene protested.

"So did I."

Janet's nimble fingers located the unerect bud of Jolene's left nipple, 
gently she twisted and released it. The tip hardened and rose up to nudge 
her fingertips once more. Janet heard a small sound catch in Jolene's 
throat.

"It gets quite addictive, once you try it Jolene."

"Well I am not going to get addicted, 'cause I'm not that sort!"

Jolene shook Janet's hand free and strode out of the toilet, without a 
backwards glance Janet sighed in frustration, and slid the hand that had 
been cupping Jolene's precious fruit under the waistband of her jeans.

Her fingers nipped the swollen outer lips, and trapped her bulbous clit. 
Slowly she masturbated it, as if it were Jeff's straining organ. It felt so 
large. She could imagine it was a miniature cock. The outrageous image was 
enough to send her into a trembling climax. Eventually, Janet freed her 
sticky digits and brought them up to her twitching lips. Carefully and 
deliberately she cleaned away her lubrication. Janet finally checked her 
appearance in the mirror. She smiled a wicked smile at her reflection, 
flicked her blonde streaked mane of hair and walked back into the pub.

During the short walk back to the table, Janet became aware of a fantastic 
scent. A squirt of juices dampened her saturated panties a little more, 
`what was this pheromone?', she wondered. Then it clicked, it was the smell 
of a woman, an excited woman. The closer she got to the seated group, the 
stronger the smell became; it was smelt delicious and spoke of great hunger. 
To her surprise Janet found its source was Jolene. She smiled to herself, 
'I'm not that sort, indeed, well you are now,' thought Janet, 'maybe we all 
are.'

"Well?" she asked.

There was a moments silence before Julian broke it.

"We are putting our differences aside and concentrating on a rescue 
attempt."

Jolene squirmed uncomfortably beside the doctor, she reached over and 
grasped his hand for comfort. But her eyes, her dark limpid eyes never left 
Janet's face. Jolene squirmed once again and ran her fingers though her dark 
cropped hair as she snuggled into Julian's side. Janet wrinkled her nose 
slightly, appreciating the fresh burst of scent from Jolene's groin.

"So how do we do that?" Janet asked.

"Les Bitches have a concert, day after tomorrow, in Bristol. Originally Lalo 
was desperate to go, so I think that's where they are all going to be. As 
will we," Jeff smiled grimly, "and that's the showdown."

"Now that sounds just like my kind of fun," replied Janet with a broad grin.


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Lorna woke to the sound of her mobile phones alarm. Blearily she blinked and 
read the flashing display. 05:30, her face fell 'Shit, why didn't I reset 
it?' she wondered. She cast a glance around the dimly lit room. Her eyes 
finally came to rest on Helen, who slumbered peacefully beside her. A wave 
of guilt washed over Lorna, she had been a bit hard on her yesterday. Still 
she could do without the distraction of a gay colleague, 'God, I will be 
glad when this crap ends,' she thought bitterly.

Helen rolled over onto her back and exposed her left breast to the chill air 
of the bedroom. Even in the dim light the whiteness of the succulent globe 
made it obvious. Lorna was jealous of Helen's pale skin, 'just one of the 
advantages of being a redhead, I suppose,' she thought idly. As she watched, 
the puckered nipple reacted to the cold air and stiffened, Lorna knew she 
could just reach out and touch it, Helen wouldn't object.

A second later, Lorna was out of the bed and pacing around the room. She 
fought against her desire, she knew, she just knew, this was a foreign 
feeling to her. Helen grumbled softly and threw the duvet away from her, 
exposing smooth pale skin and just the fringe of her fiery pubic bush. Lorna 
stopped dead. She swallowed hard and then crept toward her sleeping 
colleague. The fingers of her left hand smoothed over a fecund abdomen and 
stole down grazing the downy fur of Helen's mound. Helen sighed and slid her 
duvet covered legs further apart. Lorna reacted as if she had been stung; 
she snatched away her hand and cradled it in the other. Her cheeks swam with 
wetness. She gave a stifled sniffle, turned and ran for the door. Once 
outside, she rested her pyjama covered spine against the solid oak door and 
shook her head in disbelief. Her head was full of conflicting thoughts. She 
needed some space, some air. Lorna propelled herself away from the room and 
dashed along the hotel corridor. She rushed around the corner and stopped 
dead in her tracks.

Right there, right in front of her in the reception area of the reputed Bath 
Spa Hotel, was the receptionist. Now that wasn't unusual but the fact that 
she was on her hands and knees, with her head buried between the wide 
splayed thighs of a beautiful female guest, was a little unexpected. The 
pretty blonde was toying with the receptionist's bun, loosening it before 
freeing it to cascade onto her twitching abdomen.

"Lesley, it is time!" the woman ordered.

Lorna saw a movement from the far side of reception; a figure unfurled 
itself, and stalked cat-like towards her mistress. What she saw in the 
haunted eyes of the cat woman brought tears to her eyes for a second time. 
They were deep and immensely intelligent, but no will shone in them. They 
were as empty and desolate as a deserted warehouse. The sad figure was 
totally sleek, other than a broad protuberance that bobbed between her 
thighs. The savage dildo swung threateningly.

The creature skulked towards the receptionist, its blank stare never leaving 
Lorna. Skilfully it positioned itself behind the receptionist, and aimed its 
protruding stalk at the girls winking anus. Lorna's eyes widened, 'that will 
rip her apart' she thought, 'I really should stop watching this,' but she 
was spellbound. The hairless cat woman thrust savagely, and the whole of the 
glistening dildo slid in, plumbing the depths of the accommodating bowel. 
The receptionist didn't even miss a beat in the staccato tattoo she 
performed on her guest's stubby clitoris.

The cat woman pursed her lips salaciously and blew a kiss towards Lorna. 
Panicking, Lorna turned away, pulling her hand out of her gaping pyjama fly, 
and flew away from the debauchery and back to the comfort of her room.

Helen was dreaming, she lay on a silken dais in a sumptuous room. It was a 
room straight from the fairy tales her mother used to read to her at 
bedtime. As she lay exposed, open and wet, she watched a bat circle the 
room. Gradually its flight spiralled in towards her; finally it landed on 
her abdomen.

The beady intelligent eyes fixed on Helen and the small creature ran a red 
tongue over the edge of its pointy small teeth. It then turned and scurried 
down her body, teasing her pubic hair with its sharp claws as it homed in on 
its prey. Helen bucked against the pain its sharp teeth extracted from her 
bobbing clitoris, before the pleasure came, raining continual orgasms in its 
wake.

She woke, and in a panic, her hand flew protectively to her groin, where 
they met Lorna's bobbing head. Lust replaced panic as Helen ground her pubis 
into Lorna's wide open mouth.

"But I thought..."

"Shut up, and enjoy!" came the muffled response.

'Well' thought Helen, 'an order is an order.' She relaxed as her first 
orgasm washed over her.

Out in the reception area no one relaxed; Lesley reached forward and wound 
the receptionist's flowing hair around her fist, savagely she pulled the 
girl's head away from Mika's crotch, leaving Mika's erect clitoris to stab 
at the girl's contorted face. She opened her eyes and feasted upon an organ 
that was as large as any cock she had ever seen.

Mika wriggled down under the bucking girl and drove her clitoral meat deep 
into the girl's quivering chasm. Mika's mighty clitoris ground against a 
small but stiffer bud and the young woman exploded into a long noisy climax. 
She slammed her buttocks back against the cruelly pleasurable dual assault 
and groaned her passion.

"Now slave repeat after me," Mika ordered, "Were such things here as we do 
speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root, That takes the reason 
prisoner?"

The girl grunted a guttural response, as was befitting a new slut.

"Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane 
root, That takes the reason prisoner?"

Her scream rent the air.


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2005
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