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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 18 of 50
               [Yotna El'toub] (FF,MF,TG, MC,caution)
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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 Eighteen: Nature Seems Dead


Jeff circled the small dank cellar like a caged tiger, his hands hung limp 
at his side. Each digit was tipped by a bloodied, torn nail; try as he 
might, he could find no way of escape. As he finally slumped down on a dusty 
sarcophagus, the door creaked open behind him. Turning, Jeff saw a sensual 
female figure, framed in the doorway.

"Maldea?" he whispered.

"No my prince consort, it is I Mika."

"I'm no consort of yours, I despise you. I will..."

Mika's raised voice cut through the chilled air like a knife.

"Worship me, simper in my presence?" Mika laughed.

"Kill you, and that is a promise!" Jeff snarled.

"This is what I love about humans, you overestimate your powers so much," 
replied Mika.

Jeff seethed but refused to be drawn by Mika's tactics. He simply crossed 
his legs tightly and sat, brooding.

"You are sitting on my ancestor! Use the chair," Mika snapped.

Jeff stood, crossed the room silently, and reclined on the sole wooden 
chair. Mika made her way down the stone steps and crossed the floor to the 
dusty stone sarcophagus. With apparent ease the Wampyr slid the thick lid 
off before picking it up and propping it against the slick fungi smeared 
wall. Turning to face Jeff, Mika paused, just long enough to lick her pale 
lips.

"This will be home for a little while Jeff, just until you are... Prepared 
for me," Mika laughed lustily.

"Now come to me consort, for I have waited long enough for our moment."

"You're bloody mad woman, keep away from me."

"Oh I will, It is you who will come to I. Slave to mistress -- as it should 
be."

Mika moved her shoulders slightly, forcing the diaphanous gown to slip open. 
The gentle roundels of her breasts stole into view. Mika's eyes twinkled and 
emitted a soft red radiance. From nowhere, a wind rose in the sealed cellar, 
fierce enough to strongly ruffle Mika's blonde hair, sending wave after wave 
of shimmering light through it. Mika separated her legs elegantly, and 
planted each foot firmly on the dusty cellar floor.

Jeff swallowed hard, seldom had he seen anything as desirable. Try as he 
might, he could not deny the erection bulging against his now over-tight 
trousers. Slowly, he stood, and although every moral fibre of him resisted, 
Jeff took the first tentative step towards Mika. It seemed to him that the 
harder he fought against moving, the faster his transit towards the 
seductive Wamprye became. His fuddled brain made a decision, he should stop 
resisting, yes, yes, that would work. An instant later he arrived in Mika's 
outstretched arms, at last their lips met.

Reluctantly Mika broke the embrace, and sunk down to her knees; in a second 
Jeff's bobbing shaft was free. In the next second, it was captured by Mika's 
hungry mouth. She swallowed his full length down with amazing ease. Soon her 
sharp teeth nibbled provocatively at the base of his cock. Her nose was 
deeply buried in Jeff's dark, wiry pubic hair. Stretching, she let her 
flexible tongue tap delicate at the loose, swinging balls.

She could sense the pulsing vein; as it squirted his life-blood through the 
solid manhood. Mika skilfully adjusted her caresses to match the beat of 
Jeff's desperate heart. He was on the edge of climax; the cusp of 
transformation!

Mika ran her cool hands under Jeff's shirt, and upwards to his muscular 
chest. Her fingers combed through the thick fuzz of hair, before attacking 
his stiffened nipples. Mika knew the time was right, and she bit down hard, 
a heady mix of sperm and fresh blood washed into her waiting mouth. Now!

Mika released the spasming nipples, and spread her fingers wide. The palms 
pulsed with dark desire. In the centre of Mika's palms the lifelines 
separated, into open orifices. The large pores spewed forth their contents, 
solid columns of flesh flashed snake-like toward Jeff's quaking body. In a 
parody of vampyric hawks, the beaked points slashed into the blood-rich 
erectile tissues, and gobbled the offered nutrient. The attached fleshy 
columns rippled with each beat of Jeff's heart.  His back snapped to rigid 
attention... His entire body orgasmed, arching him like an erotic longbow.

Mika stepped back from her thrall, Jeff stood statuesquely, looking as if he 
would not have been out of place in Piccadilly Circus. Slowly she paced 
around him, admiring his strained body. Eventually she completed her 
circuit, and extended her arm. Her forefinger collected a globule of come 
from the tip of Jeff's glans. Delicately she lapped half of the thick 
droplet from her fingertip, before placing the leftover spunk in Jeff's 
mouth.

"My love, it is only fair that we share your last ever emission. Now relax 
my prince, relax and let me pose you."

Mika stepped away, and ran her hands across Jeff's body. She smiled as she 
moulded him to fit snugly into the empty casket. Minutes passed as Mika 
worked diligently, perfecting the mummy-like posture. She paused, before 
lifting her captive mate above her head with ease. Jeff was held aloft as 
Mika offered her tribute to the Wampyr gods. His savage erection had not 
subsided, and was the only part of him still in motion, rhythmically it 
twitched.

In a smooth sweep, Mika twisted and gently lowered her treasure into the 
sarcophagus. She stared at Jeff sadly, before she moved to retrieve the 
discarded lid.

Mika slipped her gown back over her mesmerising body, before climbing the 
cellar steps. Just before opening the door Mika turned, and stared down at 
the sealed coffin.

"Goodnight my prince, sleep well, princess..."


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"As you will see, the Castle is of concentric construction; a castle within 
a castle. This method of construction was popular in the 13th Century, when 
work on the structure began..." the guide paused for breath, "The most 
striking feature is the leaning tower, unfortunately due to restoration work 
we shan't be visiting the tower today. I will however take you to the best 
vantage points, so you can at least photograph the curiosity. This way 
please,"

The tour group mumbled and grumbled their disappointment, but dutifully 
followed the guide. All bar three, who held back.

Cyn caught hold of Leanne's arm.

"Well they may not be going there, but we are..."

"You mean in there, it doesn't look that safe." replied Leanne.

"Well not so much in, as under, and it's safe enough, that why they are 
there!"

Leanne smiled.

"Come on then Gwen, we have some more exploring to do," Leanne winked 
lewdly.

Gwen hesitated for an instant, and then fell into step behind her mistress. 
Soon the group neared the reclining tower. Workmen's voices rang out from a 
small cubicle tent.

"Laugh, I nearly peed myself; good old Aussies, we should make them honorary 
Welshmen carving up the English like that..."

"True enough... Win the Ashes, my arse!"

Cyn waved her hand at the others, and ducked under the construction tape. 
She hoped her new skills would serve her well. She sensed no other workmen, 
they must all be on tea-break. The trio of women walked past the arc lamps 
and tools. Cyn was on the scent of something unseen. The light dimmed as 
they walked away from the reconstruction area and further into the tower. 
Leanne could only just make out the door they were headed towards. Seconds 
later, Cyn grasped the rusted door pull and strained, it was securely 
locked.

"Adventure over, I have got to get away soon anyhow," said Gwen.

Cyn smiled.

"Join hands, together we may just do this..."

Cyn let go of the door pull and held one hand out to the left and the other 
to the right. Warm palms met her own, Cynthia closed her eyes and 
concentrated. For long seconds nothing happened, eventually there was a 
slight grating sound, the sort a rusty bolt might produce. With a small 
shudder the door popped open.

"Just call me Houdini," said Cyn.

"Cyn Houdini, it has a certain panache to it," Leanne laughed.

Leanne moved first and pushed the door open. The others followed cautiously, 
snaking their way down the steep spiral staircase.

"Gwenny, pull the door too, love," whispered Cyn.

The troupe continued down the stairwell until the sound of raised voices 
reached their straining ears. Leanne stopped.

"How dare you! What have you done to him?"

"You remember my plan for him in New York? I have finally implemented it."

"What? What plan... Oh my god, you sick bitch, I will kill you!"

"Strange, that's just what Jeff said..."

"How can you be so corrupt? You are the vilest person I have ever met."

"Firstly, I am no longer a person Maldea, and secondly I don't lick out my 
own slut of a daughter..."

The cruel laughter was cut short, and the sound of a violent scuffle 
started. A high pitched scream was followed by pleading.

"No, don't make me, I won't! Not this time, not after this..."

"You will, and you will enjoy every second. Just think, soon you will be 
able to do this to your husband. Keeping it in the family once more."

"You bitch, no... I won't... I mmmmph, mmmmmmph!"

The slobbering sound of intense oral worship instantly replaced the shouting 
and fighting. Leanne waited for the groans to become almost insane before 
she moved. Beckoning the others to follow, she dashed down the remaining 
flight of steps, and past the back of the two orgasmic women. The intrepid 
trio disappeared around the nearest corner and breathed a little more 
easily. Leanne checked her run and sauntered down the darkening corridor.

"What the fuck do we do now?" asked Gwen.

"We find the girl's and, if we can, the others and then - we leave this shit 
hole!" Leanne spat.

"I think that's a big ask," said Cyn.

"It's the only thing I came for, what about you Cyn? Starting to feel at 
home are we?"

"Stop it, we need to fight them, not each other," said Gwen.

"Sorry, Cyn... Sorry," whispered Leanne.

"It's all right Leanne, I'm scared too." Cyn replied.

"Yeah," said Leanne, "I know..."



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Darkness, nothing but darkness, no sound, no input, just sensations, really
weird sensations. Not to mention the dreams full of colours and sensations, 
very odd feelings. Oddest of all, no idea of time, no knowledge of self, 
just floating in a sea of perverse sensuality. Then a glimmer, a shaft of 
reality, cutting through the storm clouds of a sexual hurricane. Then a 
memory, a face, Mika! A word, no a threat, princess.

Blind thrashing panic, hands thrust upwards, useless against the solid stone 
slab. Useless, trapped, impotent. That word, the threat, slim hands 
descending fearfully, finding the organ. Still erect, tears, an unseen 
smile. But wait different, smooth, no veins, slippery, but something 
missing. Domed glans, perfectly smooth, complete, no urethra! Heart 
pounding, breathing shallow.

Trembling hands move lower, sneak between thighs, and into the wetness of an 
open slit. A slit framed by thick crinkled lips, another sensation, 
something slug-like sliding down thigh. More realisation, nausea, wake up, 
wake up, pinch lips hard, pain, pain, awake! Insanity, screaming, shouting 
insanity. Drowsy,
hatred, revenge -- and at last sleep...



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Leanne hated to admit it, but she was lost, hopelessly lost. There were a 
myriad of tunnels beneath the tower, they must extend under the castle as 
well. It hadn't been negligence; they had just avoided the voices and sighs 
they heard. This worked well, and they had now avoided detection for almost 
an hour.

"You know if we are going to find them, we better hurry up, I don't want to 
be down here when it gets dark."

"Dark? What time is it?" asked Gwen.

Leanne squinted at her watch.

"A half past five," she muttered.

"Oh I must go, my mum will get worried if I'm not home by..."

Leanne cut across Gwen's whine.

"Go then, leave now, good riddance!"

"I would, but I don't know the way out!" Gwen protested.

"And nor do we, you silly cow! Nor do we..."

"Leanne, calm down, she's just a kid, like me. I think we have to start 
going towards the voices if we are to have any chance of finding them," said 
Cyn, sharply.

Leanne swallowed hard.

"OK, but try to find them, Cyn use your powers, and try to find them... 
Please."

Cyn nodded and closed her eyes. She projected, the feelings began, 
indistinct at first, but then intense, almost overwhelming. So much sex, so 
many couplings, Cyn felt her pussy dampen in anticipation. Then something 
stronger, hatred, pain, outrage, and close, so close. Cyn panicked, jumping 
out of her trance with a jolt.

"Did you find them?"

No reply.

"Did you find them?" Leanne reached out and grasped Cyn's shoulder.

"No, no something else, something insane," whispered Cyn.

"Go back, Cyn, go back and find my Cath, please!"

"OK, OK, I just got a bit spooked, sorry."

Cyn shook her head, shrugged, sighed and closed her eyes once more.

The journey began once more, and almost immediately - contact. Someone close 
to Leanne, linked -- it had to be Cath!

"I've got her. This way," whispered Cyn, pointing to the right.

Cyn set off quietly but at a pace, with the sure-footedness of someone with 
a detailed map. For minutes they careered through the narrow passageways, 
suddenly Cyn stopped, hesitating.

"You haven't lost her?" Leanne puffed.

"No she's around the next corner," Cyn answered.

"Come on then,"

"Wait, Leanne wait," Cyn called urgently.

Leanne, however, had disappeared around the corner. Seconds later she 
reappeared, triumphant with her arm slung around a young girl's shoulder. 
Smiling, she and the dopey teenager stumbled toward Cyn and Gwen. Cyn 
relaxed, before the girl screamed.

"The intruders are here, here!" She shouted.

"Cath, Cathy, love what are you doing?" Asked Leanne.

Cyn turned to Gwen.

"Run, we've lost Leanne, just fucking run, will you!"


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Gwen dashed through the endless corridors, pausing occasionally to push at 
doors, locked, all locked. She glanced back over her shoulder. Cyn was just 
ten feet behind her, urging her on. She swung around a corner and spotted a 
door, and gave it a light barge with her shoulder. To her amazement the door 
moved. Gwen paused, and gingerly poked her head into the room, to her relief 
it was empty. She reached out and grasped Cyn's sweaty hand.

"In here, quick," whispered Gwen.

Cyn shut the door behind her and leant heavily against it, she panted in 
lungfuls of dank air.

Cyn struggled to speak.

"Trap," pause for breath, "we were" (puff) "set up, don't know how..."

Gwen nodded and peered around the dim room waiting for her eyes to 
accommodate to the gloom. She gazed intensely at one spot for several 
seconds, then she spoke in hushed tones.

"Cyn, what's that, over in the corner - there."

Gwen held up a shaky arm. Cyn's eyes followed the trembling appendage, and 
she drew in a sharp breath.

"That's a coffin, and we, Gwen, are in the wrong place."

She reached out and gripped Gwen's unoccupied hand, hard. Slowly but surely 
she backed her friend up the steps. Her own free hand found the door pull. 
The door refused to budge. Cyn closed her eyes and concentrated. The door 
remained resistant.

"Who is that?" asked a shocked Gwen, her voice faltered, "What is that! Cyn, 
what the fuck is that?"

"That, is the reason we are here," said Cyn quietly.

The apparition spoke.

"Remarkable Cyn, bravo. You are indeed a gifted human."

The figure glided forward into the light. Cyn and Gwen gazed on it's form 
with widening eyes. A beautiful, dark haired Latino woman stood in the 
centre of the room. From the waist up, she was devastatingly attractive. 
From the waist down, a nightmare. Between her thighs a large fleshy organ 
writhed snake-like, and reared itself up into semi-erection.

"You are also an attractive human. Oh! Did your friend find her daughter?" 
the thing smiled deviously.

"She did, with you help I presume?" Cyn replied.

"Right again, once you found me, I could channel you so easily. Was your 
friend pleased?"

"You freak, you know what happened!" Cyn snapped.

"I do, why do you call me a freak? I am to be your lover, I can satisfy you 
both, as no human can!"

"Satisfy us, you keep away from us. You are not natural, come near me and I 
will puke."

"Now, now. As the Bard tells us 'Now o'er the one half-world, Nature seems 
dead." the thing said.

"What? Poetry?" Asked Cyn.

"Not poetry, Shakespeare. Lalo loves Shakespeare, and she, after all, is the 
force behind us all."

"Who the hell is Lalo?"

"Human, you have much to learn. Let us begin."

The apparition moved forwards, its fully erect clitoris swung heavily with 
each sure-footed step.



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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub July 2005
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