New Territory for the Vampire

Veronique slipped out of her fur coat and handed it to Sonia. The baron's face was edged in stone. Hard and solid, but Veronique could see the light in his eyes that showed his love and pride. Examining her from her foot to head, his eyes flicked over her body quickly before returning to examine her as his object of love and desire. His eyes ate in her body inch by inch.

Black Italian stiletto heels held to her ankle with a thin leather strap. His eyes flowed up her calves covered in her favourite black silk stockings. The tops of her stockings were double lace banded with intricate lace, metal clips with straps attached her stockings to her corset. The corset accentuated her hips, pulled in tight on her waist, giving her a wineglass figure and pushing her breasts upwards and out. Her shaved pubic mound covered in a black lace G-String, the only other piece of clothing on her body.

Veronique turned and pushed her way through the crowd. She had no idea what Mistress Jemma would do to her, but her master wouldn't allow her to be really hurt. If only Mistress Jemma knew of Veronique's background in the BDSM world of Berlin in the thirties, of Paris in the 50's, or the underworld of Budapest in the 20's, she wouldn't be so smarmy. Anyway her objective was to seduce Courtney away from Mistress Jemma not to worry about the dom.

Veronique stepped through the front row of the crowd and felt sets of eyes being drawn to her. She stepped up beside Mistress Jemma, and knelt beside Courtney who also knelt with her face to the floor.

"My master has sent me for your attention", she said in a quite firm voice.

"Ah the housewife has returned, well I'm going to have some fun with you" said Mistress Jemma with a slight tone of anger in her voice.

Veronique looked up directly into Mistress Jemmas eyes.

"Don't you dare look at me, your eyes are to look at the ground unless I tell you otherwise" said Mistress Jemma, annoyance rising to the surface.

Veronique did not look away "I'm here to give my master pleasure not you" she smirked.

"You insolent young woman" snarled Mistress Jemma, "you have no idea who I am do you, Im Mistress Jemma, known throughout 5 states".

"And I am my masters mistress, and only answerable to you as long as he allows" said Veronique firmly and she grinned cheekily.

Mistress Jemma looked up at the crowd, and searched for the Baron. It was almost as if a camera flash had gone off and a pair of red eyes stared back at her from the top of the crowd. It unnerved her, but her greed for dominance overtook her, driving her on. She would rarely miss the opportunity to inflict pain on her sex.

"Well get your head down beside Courtney until I tell you so," said Jemma her eyes switching from the baron, to the young woman.

Veronique knelt beside Courtney on the cold floor. As her eyes lowered to within 3 inches of the floor before she glanced sideways at Courtney.

"Hi im Veronique, my master very much wishes to meet you" whispered Veronique.

Courtney's eyes went wide as saucers.

"Silence" yelled Mistress Jemma and a leather riding cane swished down on Veronique's bare bottom. The assault on Veronique's bottoms had no impression. She winked at Courtney, and felt empathy for the young woman, whose eyes showed only, fear.

"Courtney" said Mistress Jemma. Immediately the young woman rose but averted looking at her mistress.

"Yes Mistress", said Courtney.

"You will take this young woman to booth 3 in the rear, and prepare her for me. You are to ensure that she is ready for my return and excited by the time I return".

"Yes Mistress Jemma" said Courtney.

Mistress Jemma turned and walked towards the stage where Rocky continued to hold court.

The crowd was watching a replay of Jacks discipline. A combination of oh and ah and whoa, murmured through the room. Rocky called a thirty-minute recess and lent down and slid the candle in and out of tonight's vagina. He was pleased with tonight's artistry. It would be another excellent example of his loving artwork.

He pulled the green candle from her pussy, and lazily dripped several large drips of green wax along the woman's spine. She squirmed, her back feeling the pain. Her vagina facing the crowd, remained wide, wet and open. The hole exposed open and provocative. Rocky lit an orange candle and roughly pushed it into her hole. Her body pushed forward several inches as he thrust it in. Rocky turned and lit a cigar from the candle and drew in hard.

A man in black slacks and black polo top approached Rocky pulling a young naked blonde woman with small pointy breasts on a leash. She immediately knelt on the ground and kept her eyes lowered. The two men chatted for a few minutes and laughed at some jokes before Rockys new friend passed the leash over and adjourned to the bar.

Rocky opened his smoking jacket and the young woman was pulled into service his growing need. His black uncircumcised cock started to grow. Already it had grown past 8" and was well on its way to 9" when hard. It was a huge salami, the sort that many women would do almost anything to satisfy that inner question of how big a cock can I take?

Rocky looked down and admired the young woman's tongue and mouth work. Already she had him fully hard and was working quickly to satisfy Rockys generous and giving nature. He sat back pulled on his cigar and looked around the room, all the time focussing his mind on the wanton sucking at the end of his nob.

'I wished I had a cent for every semen he had freely shot down young womens throats while sitting in this chair' he thought. His balls tingled, the movement of the semen up the tubes from his balls starting. How quickly it flowed down her throat would depend on her.

He watched Mistress Jemma approach.

"Rocky , can I borrow one of these candles" said Mistress Jemma.

"Here take the orange one," said Rocky smiling withdrawing it from the adjacent vagina.

"Thanks Rocky" she said and turned and walked away.

'Ah id like to poke that' he thought, 'but the damn bitch is so bloody Dom and such a lez'. It was the fact that he new she would never submit to him that excited him. A case of wanting what he could not have. He looked down at the blonde hair bobbing up and down in his lap, her pretty red lips wetting his black cock with saliva. 'But here was a little blond bitch sent to suck his cock so her master could get off watching her suck a black mans cock in public'.

He looked down at this immaculately piece of crumpet, with her silky smooth skin and manicured nails. Somebody spent a lot of money on her. Some things can't be bought though he thought. He watched her mouth sucking his black manhood. He looked up and smiled at the crowd. He started to pump his cock into her mouth, feeling the semen rushing up the tubes, he squeezed his balls up into his groin slightly delaying the on rushing gush. The load built up in his groin, and with one final squeeze he released the load to rush down the tube and into his cock.

He pushed her head away for a moment and with two strokes of his cock, sent a shot of white jism into her nose, across her left cheek and into her hair. She lowered her head to suck his cock, as a small round of applause broke out from the front row. Instead he pulled it away and shot another two streams of thick white semen into her silky blonde hair. He pumped the last dribbles of semen out of his cock and then wiped his still dripping cock down her face and across her eyes.

'Ah the white communion candle' he thought and turned away and lit the new candle and shoved it hard into the vagina, that had patiently waited for occupation. The blond knelt at his feet and a moment later her mast returned and led her back into the crowd from whence she had come. 'Another satisfied customer' he thought. Her head, her hair a matt of his semen. That master would make her wear it home in the taxi tonight as he had on a number of occasions.

"Ladies and Gentlemen tonight we have another naughty boy who has been brought here by his mistress", introduced Rocky ............. His voice trailing off as Mistress Jemma turned to see whether her instructions had been carried out to the letter.

Veronique stood up and watched the back of Mistress Jemma disappear towards the front of the stage. She turned and smiled at Courtney, grabbing her hand and leaning forward to kiss Courtney gently on the cheek.

"Ok where does she want us" said Veronique.

"Come on ill show you" said Courtney leading Veronique around past several darkened alcoves towards the rear of the building. These were private discipline rooms for the use of the guests. The rooms were just wide enough to allow several dozen people to watch. Stopping at the entrance to the third room, Courtney reached for the wall seeking the switch. Veronique could feel the young woman's nervousness, and wondered why she had stayed so long with this cruel dom

The lights switched on, flooding the small dark room with light. A bright glaring light, reflected off white tiles, walls, floors and ceiling.

"Hmmm hmm, Mistress Jemma wants to play Doctors and nurses does she?" said Veronique smirking. The room before her was a replica of a birthing room in any major hospital. The room was laid out in stark white. A central adjustable operating table held prime position. The operating table was an adjustable table allowing for stirrups and straps.

Courtney immediately went to the table and removed the stirrup arms one by one from their storage places and placed them into position. Veronique scanned the walls and room. White aprons and green coveralls were hung on the right wall with various sized white gumboots on up turned pegs. The walls were lined with glass cases of unusual and exotic medical instruments.

The other side of the room was a row of benches and stainless steel sinks. Another small room was just out of sight on the left, but enough light reflected to show the porcelain of a toilet. A number of medical drip stands adorned the wall several holding large bottles obviously for enemas.

Veronique felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see the baron and Sonia standing behind her. He reached for her hand and gently squeezed it to let her know he was there and not to worry. Several other guests began to drift over to watch this private show.

Courtney began work on the table releasing each of the leather straps. Some of the straps were standard for a birthing unit, while most were additional restraints especially for Rockys house of pain. 'Well if this would be where it would happen she would take the opportunities as they came' thought Veronique. She watched Courtney undo the last of the straps.

Veronique walked to the table and looked at Courtney. "What does Mistress Jemma want to do" asked Veronique.

"Im just following my mistresses instructions," said Courtney. "Im to strap you to the table and ensure that you are wet and ready for her return".

Veronique couldn't believe her luck and turned and smiled at her Baron, winking at the same moment.

"Well lets get started" said Veronique, as she watched Courtney elevate the head of the operating table.

Veronique quickly stepped up on the small stool provided and sat on the operating table, swinging her legs around to face the 15 - 20 people now gathering in the shadows. Lifting her left leg she placed it in the stirrup and watched as Courtney tightened the leather strap around her ankle. Once secure she lifted her right leg up into the right stirrup. Again meticulously Courtney moved to strap down Veronique's right leg.

Veronique now looked down between her spreadeagle legs at the assembled crowd. In the front row stood the Baron and Sonia. As she watched Sonia stepped forward and quickly released Veronique's G string, and placed it in her pocket. Sonia lent forward briefly and kissed Veronique's bare clit, smiled and stepped back beside the Baron. Courtney positioned the operating lights over Veronique's hips and switched them on. Exposed and vulnerable her most private area was caught in the spotlights, now a public domain, for the punters to enjoy.

Veronique felt the glare of the lights on her inner thighs. The sensitive skin just inside her vaginal lips, feeling the warmth of the lights. She looked through the lights and watched a woman push a tall man in black leather and studs down to the floor, before placing her foot on a nearby chair, and pulling the mans head towards her black bushy pubic area as she hitched up her own black leather skirt. Another man in a white suit had pulled his cock from his pants and was gently stroking it.

Courtney now began to strap down Veronique's right arm. Veronique watched the young woman tightening the leather strap, tight but not too tight. A moment later she walked around the top of the table and completed the job by strapping Veronique's left arm. Veronique was now completely immobilised. For somebody who was now completely restrained she felt an incredible sense of freedom.

Courtney lent forward and began to kiss Veronique aggressively. For a moment Veronique was surprised by this strange turn of character. Then she sensed the fear in the young woman's actions and she turned her cheek to Courtneys kiss. Courtney tried to find Veronique's mouth again but Veronique avoided the kiss.

Courtney stood up straight and looked at Veronique. A look of fear in her eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait," said Veronique quietly.

"Please" implored Courtney.

"Don't rush, if you want me hot and horny for your mistresses return, make love to me, gently, quietly and with feeling of your lips on my body and skin. Now kiss me gently on the lips" said Veronique.

Courtney lent forward and gently drew her lips across Veronique's. Courtney lifted her head for a moment, to examine Veronique's face, eyes closed, her lips gently parted, her lips and tongue gently rewetting her lips.

"Your sweet, Courtney" whispered Veronique.

Courtney again lowered her lips to Veronique's, sliding her mouth gently across the bound woman's lips. Her tongue pushed gently forward and was greeted with the tip of Veronique's tongue welcoming Courtneys intrusion into her body. Gently Veronique guided the young woman's tongue into her mouth. Courtney lent on her arms spread either side of Veronique's head and accepted Veronique's invitation.

Veronique's mouth tasted like nothing she had ever tasted. She had tasted that taste somewhere before, but couldn't place it. She lifted her head from Veronique's mouth, and gently kissed Veronique's cheek. She licked her lips, all the time tasting this strange sensation. She looked down at Veronique, and watched Veronique lick her own lips.

"Now isn't that nicer, relax and enjoy my body. Kiss my nipples" she said. "That always gets me hot".

Courtney pulled Veronique's corset bra cups down releasing her breasts. Courtney lowered her mouth to Veronique's left breast and gently began to lick the nipple. Closing her eyes and using her tongue to gauge the effect on Veronique's breast she swirled her tongue around the nipple and sucked it with her lips. Her whole mind centred on the nipple in her mouth and its rise encouraged her tongue and mouth as she began to suckle. Courtney reached over and began to rub her fingers over Veronique's right breast. Her tongue was having the desired effect.

"Lick my pussy" she heard Veronique whisper.

Courtney looked at Veronique's eyes and knew she would please her mistress. Courtney picked up the small stool and walked around between Veronique's spread, restrained and stirruped legs. Placing the stool gently down she wound the table to the correct height to bring Veronique's now exposed slit to her mouth.

Courtney gently kissed Veronique's thighs, A little on the left, dragging her tongue across her slit, and then the other side. She looked up and smiled at Veronique before lowering her head to kiss the skin and outer lips of Veronique's slit.

Veronique smiled back before raising her eyes to the Baron. She knew she was mere moments away from securing the baron a new interest. She closed her eyes and focussed her mind on the tongue and fingers that now began to entice her clit to rise. For a moment she became a spectator, watching her own restrained love making session in front of all these men and women.

Fingers pulled the left side of her slit aside, exposing her pink wet interior. Fingers gently traced down the middle of her slit over the top of her hardening clit before being pulled back, completely exposing the insides of her wet, pink, vagina. Courtneys mouth pushed quickly and deeply into Veronique's wet interior dragged in by some mystical hand on the back of her head. Hands that she wished had been Veronique's, enticing her mouth and tongue into her body, to lick Veronique's female secretions.

She heard a slight moan, and her tongue was rewarded with liquid from within. She pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed. Again that taste. Her tongue quickly pushed back into Veronique's body. Then up onto Veronique's clit, now red and exposed. Veronique bound and restrained nevertheless began to gyrate her hips into Courtneys mouth. With every little gasp, more quantities of that liquid were released from Veronique's body into Courtney's hungry mouth.

The taste drove her on, wanting to taste more, a third larger mouthful gulped down her throat and she turned her attention once again to Veronique's clit. Every time she gave Veronique a small orgasm, she realised she was rewarded. She needed to taste more, and she resumed her quest for this special liquid, all thoughts of mistress Jemma gone.

Veronique lay back on the table, her mind now totally focussed on her clit, her legs tightening her pelvic floor tightening. Already she knew that she had released a third of the Barons semen into Courtneys mouth. Courtneys tongue again flicked quickly over Veronique's engorged clit, and as she worked her tongue along either side of her clit and pushed the tip of her tongue into the small opening, she again sensed the rising of another orgasm.

Veronique again quietly groaned, and Courtneys tongue immediately thrust deep into Veronique's vagina only to be met by a gush of warm liquid. She swallowed the first gush down, and gasped open to get the next burst of liquid. Immediately the next burst arrived, again she swallowed and again another burst gushed into her lips as she swallowed. The semen dripped down her face and she gasped for air and wiped her mouth along Veronique's thighs.

Only a small amount of the baron's semen still lay within her body. Her muscle control had been excellent and she waited for Courtneys tongue to demand the last of the liquid from her body. She lay back, working her inner muscles pushing the liquid down towards her opening. Ready to deliver the precious liquid to this talented young woman.

The pain screeched into her clit. Pain now, burning, dribbling, deep into her vagina. In a fraction of a second her clit and inner lips were assaulted with hot liquid wax. Veronique screamed, as she opened her eyes. She immediately tried to close her legs but was restrained by the straps.

Veronique's scream of agony immediately ceased as she locked eyes with Mistress Jemma. Smiling cruelly Mistress Jemma continued to drip the orange candle wax onto Veronique's vagina and shaved pubic mound. The Baron went to step forward, but Veronique motioned that she was all right.

She gritted her teeth and smiled a false smile back at the Dom. Mistress Jemma, moved quickly along Veronique's body, and dripped the orange wax onto her still erect nipples. The pain was incredible. Her clitoris, inner vaginal lips, and nipples now screamed in pain. Her most sensitive parts were now aching with burns. On other parts of the body, these burns would hurt. Strategically placed, they were 10 times worse.

Veronique had to get away from the pain. Her mind hard and focussed she abandoned reality and this cruel woman. Her head fell back on the pillow and she closed her eyes to shut out the pain.

The room disappeared and for a moment they were in Monaco in the thirties, her in a white flowing dress, he in a black tuxedo, dancing under the moon, their arms around each other. Kissing and swirling near the blue pool, living and loving in the warm summer evening air in pre war europe. Four months by the sea in 1938, before the world had gone to hell.

Swimming in the early evening and making love in the still waters of a secluded cove. His passion for her always enough, but never imposing, always seeking to enlarge her experience of happiness. He had been such a wonderful lover to her that summer.

A stinging pain across her arse, snapped her away from her master, and back to reality. She looked to her baron. His eyes knew where she had been, and he smiled and then stepped forward as Mistress Jemma pulled a pair delivery forceps from the nearby drawer.

"Enough" demanded the Baron.

Mistress Jemma unused to being ordered around walked into his outstretched arm and tried to push through.

He glared at her and for some reason she stepped away and melted towards the back of the room. The eyes were fearful. Killers eyes.

Sonia unstrapped Veronique from the table, and helped her to her feet. Placing her fur coat around her shoulders, she helped her mistress to gingerly walk into the crowd. The Baron continued to stare at Mistress Jemma, who sat down quietly in a chair, and humbly lowered her eyes away from the baron.

It took 10 minutes for Mistress Jemma's courage to return enough to raise her eyes and look around the room. Another 10 minutes before she dared to stand and walk around the room. Walking to the end of the small room she looked around making sure the baron wasn't nearby. She started to search. A discipline was being administered but she ignored it as she pushed her way through the crowd. No matter where she searched she could not find the baron or her own Courtney. In desperation, she burst through the entry foyer doors.

"George" she screamed, "have you seen Courtney".

"Yes Mistress Jemma about 5 minutes ago she left with the tall gentlemen and the other two ladies" said George.

She quickly burst out through the doors to the cold outside world, but the street was deserted.

Pushing back inside, she grabbed George by the arm angrily.

"Where did she go?" she demanded.

"I don't know" said George "but this was his card".

She looked at the expensive business card.

'Baron Strezlecki' it said under the form of a plunging raven.

In the bottom right hand corner was a number. She glared at the card and slowly walked back inside.