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Subject: The Vampires Tale Chapter two. The second half.
Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 10:10:31 -0700
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At this time I only had the padded low table, the sawhorse, and the
wheel but I planned to design and have more built to my
specification.
My future looked pretty bright. I had a reliable source of fresh
blood. I had an ample investment portfolio, managed mostly by me.
Anne was young with a trim sexual body and very attractive breasts.
When she stood naked with her long wavy hair hanging down around her
body she might have escaped from an oil painting. But she was real
and she was mine.
I regulated her diet and exercise so she retained a trim and
delectable figure. I kept a record of her measurements to judge how
much exercise and food intake she needed. Her breasts were firm and
large when I got her but the years took a toll on them. As they began
to sag I pondered how to reshape them. My first attempt used leather
straps with friction buckles. I wound at least two of these around
each breast which pushed them outward from her chest. Next I made a
harness which went over her shoulders and underneath each breast. By
tensioning these straps I could force her elongated breasts to stand
out straight and proud. The constriction held blood inside them and
even after removing straps and cradle they remained pointed dead
ahead for some hours. I wished I could put a tight sweater on her
and parade her around the nearest town. Sadly the secrecy of my life
dictated that I could not so these hardened breasts would remain my
exclusive entertainment.
Over the years Anne lost the will to escape. She became accustomed to
her new life as though she had been born into it. Over ten years had
passed since she joined me and I had spent this period sculpting her
in every way. Her body was mine and I spent much effort in assuring
she became the creature I fantasized about. I kept her hair long and
healthy by washing it with a mild soap and rainwater. Afterward I
dried it on a horizontal wooden rack made from small diameter rods.
With her sitting in a chair next to the rack I strapped her arms and
legs to the thick wooden legs and back. Using my fingers I combed
her hair out until there were no more tangles, a tedious job but the
results were well worth it. I would start the drying by patting her
mane with a towel to remove any excess moisture. If the sun was out
I would place her in front of a window so the suns warmth would
assist the drying. This method left her with very healthy strong
hair.
I admired her thin, youthful face but realized it would eventually
broaden and fill out if not trained otherwise. To this end I made
certain that her food contained only enough fat and oil to maintain
her health.
I knew the suns effects would cause her face to develop lines and
wrinkles so I kept her inside and out of the suns damaging rays. As
a result her skin stayed firm and pale, similar to mine.
Bag Balm is a salve developed in 1869 to soothe irritation on cows'
udders after milking. Once a day or sometimes twice I would lead her
to the leather top table while she was naked and instruct her to lie
down on it face up. Near her ankles were slots to accommodate leather
straps. Her arms were placed by her sides and similarly strapped
down. I then carefully applied Bag Balm to the skin of her face, neck
and breasts. This seemed to work since at forty she looked twenty.
I made certain she slept soundly for a full eight hours per night by
keeping her still and immovable. I made her wear a corset which I
tightly laced. I pulled her arms to her sides and tied them there.
Finally I strapped her ankles loosely together. At first her body
trembled and she begged me to release her but I was strict about her
health regimen.
I laid her down in my bed and pulled the laces snug. I then slipped
under the covers with her and rolled her over so her back was against
my front. Wrapping my arms around her I held her breast tightly so I
could feel her naked skin touching me from head to toes. This felt
very sensuous to me so I rolled over facing her tightly constricted
body. She was unable to do more than look at me wide eyed. At first
I contented myself with stroking her back and running my fingers
through her long silky hair but after a while I wanted more and more.
Her full lips were only inches from mine so I pressed my lips against
her and kissed her deeply. She responded by pushing her tongue into
my mouth. This passionate kissing lasted while I reached between us
and stroked her full breast. I used one finger to twiddle her nipple
until it got rigid. She responded by moaning and squirming against me
as best she could, bound as she was.
I roughly rolled her on her front and told her "raise yourself on
your knees." When she did I moved behind her and slid my fingers
between her thighs. I spent some time playing with her pussy lips
until they were wet and slippery. Then I got up on my knees and
guided my cock up between her thighs and against her pussy lips. A
little wiggling on her part and I slipped inside her. She frantically
moved her body back and forth until I was fully inside her and began
matching her rhythm. We kept this up until she climaxed first. She
would have fallen over since she was spent but a few slaps on her
bottom kept her in position while I continued pounding into her rear.
Soon, I grutned "AAaaaannnn!!" and climaxed.
We both lay there exhausted for a while, then I rolled her onto her
side and held her next to me.
Not having any choice she resigned herself to this posture and being
unable to move fell asleep.
After some time she became accustomed to this routine and later
looked forward to sleeping in this tightly restrained position.
I maintained this life for many years but as time wore on Anne lost
her sensuality and her blood lost its sparkling life. Although
vampires can live forever they are not immortal. I can survive
extreme wounds and will heal fairly quickly if the blood I drink is
young and healthy. The danger comes from vampires getting so weak
that they are unable to secure fresh blood. We must be ever conscious
of this and make certain we do not weaken too much. I no longer
derived youth and vigor from Annes blood and her body was becoming
incapable of replacing what I took from her. Regretfully the good
old days of tumultuous sex and vigor which I derived from her blood
were almost over. It was now 1851.
For the last time I laid Anne on the padded table. I snugged each
leather strap around her wrists and ankles extra tightly. I slipped
one hollow needle into her arm and began extracting blood. Only this
time I did not halt at one pint. I kept replacing the little jars
with empty ones until Anne lost consciousness. I continued until it
no longer flowed and her heart no longer beat. In the nearby forest
I buried her in a deep grave marked only with some flowers. For many
days I grieved for her loss but inevitably my prime instinct told me
I must find a source of fresh blood and a partner, willing or
unwilling.
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