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Subject: The Vampires Tale Chapter Two. First Half
Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2010 11:23:02 -0800
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Chapter two: 1830 to 1851
Born of vampire parents Piotor required a pint of blood a month to
maintain his health. At one time he had a servant who fulfilled his
needs but unlike Piotor she had grown old and died. Now he was forced
to kill and feed off people or traders passing through. This was not
to his liking as it involved traveling long distances to avoid
suspicion. This is his tale.
At about the time of Napoleon's invasion of Russia I saw a rather
unique girl in my town. She was in her 20s with a pretty face and
thick hair piled on top of her head. I waited for my chance to speak
with her and finally my chance came. I was riding my buggy through
town when I saw her walking slowly away carrying a large sack.
"Would you like a lift?" I asked.
She replied "Yes, its a long way home."
I assisted her up into my buggy and let my horse amble along.
I said "My name is Piotor Vlekensky and I've just moved here from
Rumania."
She told me her name was Anne Kortski and her only friend had left to
find gold in America. She had been living on her savings but that was
nearly gone.
When we reached her house I helped her carry the bag in and she asked
if I would like some tea. Not believing my good fortune I accepted.
We drank tea in front of the fireplace and she told me her sad story.
Her husband had left for America to get rich mining gold. That was
two years ago and she hadnt heard from him or received a letter from
him in all that time. I told her some tales of living in Rumania
which brought a smile to her face. I invited her to my house for
dinner next weekend and she accepted. I think the idea of a free meal
was what enticed her. During the week I cleaned my house and
concealed my torture devices in the barn. I knew she liked me and I
planned to exploit this.
Next weekend I brought her to my house for a dinner which I prepared.
Nothing too gaudy but tasty and ample. After dinner I invited her to
join me in front of the fireplace for a brandy. We talked and laughed
until late at night when both of us were a little tipsy. I stood up
and walked behind her chair. I pushed my fingers into the bun on top
of her head and whispered I'd love to let your hair down." With a
giggle she reached back with the intention of pulling the pins out but
I grabbed her wrists and told her "I'll do it." I then pulled the
pins out very slowly while laving gentle caresses to her face, neck
and shoulders. She reached back and put her hand over mine as a
gesture of affection and appreciation. Her silky, wavy brown hair
spilled down her back framing her cheeks and reaching almost to the
floor. I was enthralled. I swept her up and took her to my bedroom.
We spent most of that night making love. Over the years I had learned
how to drive a woman to distraction so I worked hard to please her.
When the sun came up I woke to find both our pillows flooded with her
silky hair. What a picture! I had to have her! We spent the next
week or so reveling in our libidinous delight. She was grateful for my
attentions to her maidenly desires. By the end of a week or so she
had come around to looking at me with worship in her eyes. This was a
good start at defining my relationship with her. In a small town like
this one her disappearance would start questions circulating. But if
both of us vanished they would assume we had run off together. I
started planning our flight.
Among my holdings was a large brick mansion some days ride from here.
It once had a renter but they left and it had been vacant ever since.
I decided in a moment to flee like an Arab folding his tent. That
night as Anne and I went to bed I waited until she was deep in sleep
and reached under it for the ropes I had concealed there. I gently
tied her hands behind her back whereupon she woke up puzzled and
bleary eyed. Using another length of rope I tied her ankles together
securely. With a little fear in her voice she asked "What are you
doing?
I replied that "We are setting off for a new life".
I gathered anything I wanted to keep including my favorite furniture
and stored it in my big gypsy wagon. The wagon was given to me as
payment for a loan the gypsy could not pay back. The rest of the
furniture I burned. I hitched up the two horses and went back into
the house one last time. My little tidbit was where I had left her,
bound face up on the bed. This would be a good time to reveal my
secret. I explained to her that I was a vampire and was in need of a
reliable source of blood. She didn't take this too well so I jammed a
gag in her mouth and tied it in place with a bandana. I picked her up
in my arms and took her to the wagon. She was soon lying on a big
pile of blankets with her ankles tied to the side of the wagon. Here
she would stay until we were well away from town on our way toward the
brick mansion.
After half a day of riding I took pity on her and gave her lunch and a
drink of water. I told her if she behaved I would sit her up just
behind my seat. She agreed so leaving her gag in place and her wrists
and ankles tied, I arranged her just behind me and set off. As we
rode along that day I told her of my ancestors and how I was born a
vampire often in need of fresh blood. I also dispelled some legends
about vampires which I knew were untrue. Such as the one that said if
we were exposed to sunlight we would burst into flames or turn into a
pile of dust. Its just not true. I think this one got started
because in the olden days vampires did most of their hunting at night
and slept during the day. This left their skin pale and white just as
mine is today. I wont burst into flames if exposed to sunlight but
it wont take long for me to get a very painful sunburn. Hence I wear
a wide brimmed hat and a cape that covers me from head to toe. I
didnt tell her about some other small talents.
We rode along the dirt roads and sometimes across pastures all the
next day. Late the second night we reached the private driveway of the
mansion. After a long ride through trees we arrived to find it cold
and dark. The moon shining on it gave it an eerie glow. I half
expected to find a mob of villagers with torches and pitchforks
waiting for my arrival. I lifted Anne from the wagon and untied her
ankles so she could walk. Gripping her hair I led her up the steps
then unlocked the front door and led her inside. Dust and cobwebs
covered everything and made it look even more depressing. I shared a
cold dinner with her then led her up to a bedroom. Exploration and
revitalization would wait.
When the sun came up I secured Anne to the bed and took inventory. It
was a two story building with a large attic and a basement with stone
walls and huge beams of wood overhead. I found a lantern and extra
oil along with brooms, mops and cleaning material in a closet. I
untied Annes hands and removed the gag. I gave her a lecture
outlining what I demanded of her. Today her job would be to clean and
scrub the biggest bedroom which would be mine and occasionally hers.
While she was engaged in cleaning I checked the barn and a few
outbuildings and found them sturdy but empty. In the kitchen I found
the bare essentials of pots and plates. It would do. I could hear
Anne working at her task. This told me that she was learning to obey
me.
The trip and strenuous activity in bed had depleted my blood and I
knew I must replenish it quickly.
The next day while Anne cleaned a second bedroom I got one of the
pieces of furniture I had brought with me and set it on the floor in
the newly cleaned bedroom. It was a table with a padded top and slots
to accommodate leather straps. I forced Anne to lie on it face up
while I secured her limbs with the leather straps. Next I pushed her
sleeve up and found a vein. I put a small jar on the floor and
inserted a large hollow needle into her vein. Her blood flowed into
the tube attached to the needle and into the jar on the floor. She
squealed a bit when I stuck her with the needle but shut up when I
described the alternative. Anxiously I tasted some of her blood to
make sure it wasn't tainted. It was bright red and tasted slightly
sweetish, a good sign. When the jar was half full I pulled the needle
from her vein and stuck a plaster on the hole. I drank the whole jar
in one setting and it relieved my mind to know I was healthy for a few
more weeks. When she felt rested I unstrapped her from the table even
though I wanted to have sex with her while she was strapped down.
She'd had a busy day and I didn't want to wear her out.
The next day after breakfast I taught her about her station in my
life. Of course by then she had figured out that she was a walking
blood supply. Then I told her of her responsibilities.
I said Your hands are not your own, nor are your breasts, or any of
your bodily orifices, which I may explore or penetrate at will. They
are mine to do with as I will. You will immediately present yourself
in a convenient posture for sex when I tell you to. Any attempt to
escape or outcry will be punished in a manner which I choose. You
will bathe often and be dressed during the day. Your hair belongs to
me so I want it shampooed twice a week and brushed until it shines".
"You will never cut it."
"You will often spend the night naked in my bed next to me so I can
feel your warm, soft body. Most of the time I want your hair loose
and I will arrange it for you in a manner that is sensual and
seductive to me."
"You will spend a lot of your time tied up or strapped to some of my
furniture."
Anne shrieked "You can't do this to me." "I thought you cared about
me!"
I replied "I care about you a lot so I want to make certain you don't
do anything that would annoy me."
She yelled "You don't care about me, I hate you."
I said "Your attitude is awful. I will correct it." I grabbed her
arm and dragged her kicking and yelling into the spare bedroom where I
had brought all my furniture of corrections. I pushed her face down
on the padded table and after a bit of a struggle stretched her out
and strapped her arms and legs to the table.
She was pretty active so I added a strap around her waist. I pulled
her thick mane of hair forward until it hung over the edge of the
table.
"I told you I would correct your behavior." In this new place I
didn't have much so I had to make do with a bamboo cane. First I
tapped it on her plump round buttocks then brought it down hard. She
jerked and I think every muscle in her body went rigid. After a
minute or two the jerking and yelling slowed so I repeated the tap and
caning. Again she went off like a volcano screaming at me. After
four or five hits on her rounded ass she started begging me to stop
while crying buckets of tears. I hit her once more with the cane and
elicited a piercing wail from her. I waited until the wailing slowed
and asked her Who do you belong to?"
Through the blubbering she whispered You."
"What parts are mine?"
She replied in a low voice "All of me".
That satisfied me and I wasn't going to humiliate her any more. I
left her lying on the table for a while to calm down. I waited until
I figured she was bored with being restrained. When I returned she
twisted her head around to look back at me. She looked so pitiful
with tears staining her face and a hot red ass that I almost regretted
the caning I had given her. After all, she was gorgeous. I stared at
her for a while thinking how sexual she looked with her submission
showing plainly on her face. Her large eyes were watching me with a
somewhat frightened look. Removing my clothes and straddling the
bench with one of my legs on each side of her I lowered most of my
weight onto her legs. Her warm legs felt good under my bum. I
started caressing her smooth back and gently stroking her red bum. She
moved back and forth a little which I found very exciting. Leaning
forward I pulled the mass of her hair over her shoulders and arranged
it in a thick rope down her back. I wiggled around a bit until my
cock was just touching her private lips and continued stroking her
back with an occasional gentle tug on her hair. Now she was trying to
lift herself to meet me but the strap around her waist prevented it.
I was completely in control and she wanted me. I thought about
depriving her and tormenting her for a while but she felt so wet and
available that I pushed slowly into her pussy. It was funny feeling
her trying to buck underneath me but couldn't because she was strapped
into position so tightly. I lasted for a while but she was so
desirable that before too long I climaxed inside her. Sometime before
that she had screamed and strained against the straps holding her
before collapsing like a sack of oats back onto the table.
When I was soft inside her I pulled back on her hair until her face
stared upward and asked Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, sir." She sounded like she meant it so I unstrapped
her and cuddled her in my arms with my fingers tangled in her tumbling
hair and my other hand resting on her naked thigh. After a peaceful
rest we retired to bed. She asked me Dont you have to sleep in a
coffin? I rolled my eyes and told her No, I have never died so I
dont have a coffin. I think that rumor got started when some hanged
person returned to consciousness before they could bury him.
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