New Territory for the Vampire

Sleep lifted from Sonia's body. She sensed a warm bed, the doona pulled high up under her chin. Her eyes opened slowly, allowing her to take in the room, her room and she relaxed. She closed her eyes once again, and pulled the covers higher around her. Minutes passed and she sleepily reopened her eyes. She looked at the clothes and shoes thrown about the floor in disarray. Her lingerie thrown haphazardly over her bedside chair.

The late afternoon sun streamed in through the bedroom window warming her and the room. The last vestures of sleep finally slipped from her body. Her eyes suddenly awake, looked at her Phillipe Petek wristwatch. A gift from the master last night, and her mind slowly registered 4.05pm. She lay for a while enjoying the warmth of her bed, and the luxury of just being lazy.

Sonia threw of her sheet and for a moment looked down at her body highlighted in the sunshine. She had slept naked, and now as she admired her body her hands gently caressed her skin. Her right hand lightly squeezed and weighed her large left breast in the palm of her hand. All signs of sagginess that existed only a few months ago were now gone. She rolled on her back and inspected her right breast.

It was strange that she now felt that this was home. In only a few months she had gone from being an aggressive CPA to a mistress of a vampire. She gazed at her right breast, and the twin puncture wounds on either side of her nipple. The baron had fed lightly from her on the way home last night in the jet. Her fingers lightly traced the puncture wounds and she breathed in deeply recalling the ecstasy that his feeding always brought over her. The rush, the feeling of total giving her body to her lover.

Sonia suddenly realised that she was not alone. A naked female lay beside her in her bed. She looked down at the woman's back, noticing several red welts from a narrow cane or riding crop. The sheet was down to the top of the woman's hips and she gazed at the valley of her bottom as it disappeared under the sheets. The woman's face was turned away from her.

Her eyes now took in the woman's form. Red hair cut short and pulled back around her head to fall in disarray down to the top of her shoulder. A slender but not thin figure, with a left breast flattened into Sonia's bed. It was the first woman Sonia had ever been in bed with apart from Veronique and surprisingly she found herself admiring this woman's body. She longed for her to turn over so she could admire the embodiment of woman. Young fresh, and unfortunately inexperienced. What did they say, 'Youth was waisted on the young'. She had learnt much in the last few months.

Courtney, the barons' newest interest would also learn quickly. Veronique had successfully seduced her away from Mistress Jemma at Rocky McMaddens house of pain last night. Not that Courtney knew that the baron was eager to taste her sweet delights. It was Veronique's wet and inflamed pussy oozing with her master's semen that had overtaken Courtney. Like all of them, the semen of eternal youth, was an enchanting mistress, that few woman could walk away from. Once tasted, it was a drug of dependency, an aphrodisiac of desire.

Sonia's eyes flowed over Courtney's back. She wasn't one of those skinny models. More like a size 12 maybe even a size 14. She reached forward and ran her fingertips just above Courtney's spine, tingling with excitement. Since becoming the Barons mistress she had spent numerous days between Veronique's thighs learning the finer art of pleasing another woman. Courtney however was the first lesbian she had ever been in bed with and she was tempted to taste the baron's latest edition.

Sonia rolled onto her knees and knelt beside Courtney. Ever so carefully she lifted the sheet from Courtneys bottom. Courtney had slept naked also. A sense of mischief overcame her. To secretly admire another woman's most private parts without her own knowledge.

Lifting the sheet away carefully she lowered it down over Courtneys legs. Leaning forward Sonia lowered her head between Courtney's legs. Close enough to see a thin trail of reddish pubic hair around Courtney's anus and vaginal lips trailing away out of sight towards her clitoris. She looked carefully examining each millimetre of female flesh, realising that ever woman's vagina is like a fingerprint. Each unique, different and unusual. Her vagina finished just below a surprisingly pinkish anus. She sniffed to sense Courtneys scent.

A cool breath of air flowed up Sonia's back, turning the fine hairs on her back on edge. She quickly sat up and looked behind her to see Veronique standing in the doorway. Veronique smiled with the sense of a schoolmistress. Sonia feigned embarrassment before quietly giggling in embarrassment.

Veronique closed the door quietly and crossed to the bed. Her long white silk nightgown reflecting brightly in the sunshine. The plunging neckline ending just above her waist, showed off her fine figure and breasts. Veronique bent and kissed Sonia on the lips.

"Found something in our bed have we", said Veronique.

"She's a cute young thing" said Sonia sexily, "I hope she stays with us, id like to taste the little vixen".

"Well, well, become quiet the little insatiable vamp have we", whispered Veronique nuzzling behind Sonia's ear, kissing her gently before licking her neck.

Sonia looked down Veronique's chest realising she was particularly pale. She enjoyed Veronique's kiss, wishing that Veronique could bite her like her master did. Sonias eyes were drawn to the tell tale fang marks that showed the master had only recently finished feeding.

"Are you all right mistress" said Sonia, pulling Veronique's nightgown away from her breast to examine the puncture marks further. She pushed the material back to leave Veronique's left breast exposed in the sunshine. Sonia reached forward and lightly traced her fingers over the puncture wounds

"Yes, Yes", she said smiling weakly, "I thought I had got lucky, but our master stopped feeding just in time unfortunately."

"If he drinks all of your blood do you become a vampire," said Sonia slowly putting her arm around her mistress, still wondering the mysteries of this new world.

"Its something Ive longed for 50 years. This afternoon I thought he would reward me with eternal life with him, but he stopped. Hes done it 3 times now. He always stops." Said Veronique starting to sniffle, a tear rolling down her right cheek.

"Oh I want to be with him, to fly in the night and feed when he feeds, to be always with him" said Veronique haltingly, rubbing the tear from her cheek.

"Why doesn't he do it?" asked Sonia. "I thought vampires just drain you of your blood and you become a vampire".

"Yes and No," said Veronique "I'm a vampette, the final stage before becoming a vampire. Many years ago the Baron injected me with his DNA and it slowly transformed my body. Now all the master needs to do is to drain my blood totally and my mortal body will die and ill reawaken a vampire."

"Well why doesn't he do it", said Sonia suddenly upbeat about the process.

"Because only about 30% reawaken as vampires, the rest just die. The baron is too scared to lose me, so he won't drain me no matter how much I plead. Then this afternoon he made love to me with such love and passion I thought I would scream these walls down. After we had finished, he kissed me quietly and passionately and then started to drink slowly and deliberately. I thought that he would do it and as I started to get dizzy and the blackness started to close around me, I whispered to him that I loved him. The next thing I knew I awoke and he was gone."

Veronique burst into tears, and sobbed on Sonia's shoulder. Sonia held her mistress closely and consoled her. She wiped away the tears and offered her mistress a tissue. Veronique blew her nose loudly and wiped her nose.

"Its alright", she said, "Thanks. Its wonderful to have a new lover and friend who I can talk to."

"Anyway" she said, "Ive come in here to tell you that the Baron wants to see you and I in his study at 8.00pm. Now come along and wash my back I feel like having a warm bubble bath with you, ok"

"Yes mistress", said Sonia standing up and walking with Veronique out of the bedroom towards the master bathroom the door clicking closed behind the two women.

Courtney rolled over onto her back and stared towards the ceiling. Had she just heard what she thought she had heard. Her mind raced in turmoil, then she recalled that the Baron had bitten into Sonia's breast in the jet last night, his teeth, long and canine. She rolled back onto her side and pulled the sheet over her head and began to wonder what and where she was.

The baron looked at the three women, seated in front of him.

"Well Veronique could you take Jane through and commence preparations for her initiation," he said.

"Yes I will," said Veronique, "come Jane ill look after you, you'll be all right you'll see," she said reassuringly, standing, taking Jane by the hand and leading her to the door. Jane smiled at the baron and nodded her appreciation at the opportunity that had been given to her. Sonia rose to follow the other two women.

"Not you Sonia" barked the baron almost forcefully.

"Sorry, Sonia, will you stay for a minute please," said the baron from behind his huge red cedar desk more quietly now gazing at her.

Veronique glanced back at the baron for a moment and then was gone. She had sensed the baron's mood and knew what was at hand.

Sonia stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the Baron to continue. He turned in his chair away from the desk, stood slowly and walked to the window and gazed at the manicured lawn in the moonlight.

He stood with his back to her and stared outside as if he was wrestling with a difficult problem. The seconds ticked by and then a minute, and then a second minute. Sonia stood and waited. She watched the baron stare up at the moon, its luminescence silhouetting him in the window. She shuffled from one foot to the other, feeling for the first time uncomfortable in the baron's presence. There was a great weight on the baron's shoulders and it worried her.

"Sonia, step over to the desk and pull your panties down to your ankles," Said the baron quietly, still staring out the window.

Sonia relieved for a moment that she could comply with the Barons desires quickly stepped over the two steps to the desk. Thrusting her thumbs up under her skirt and inside her elastic seam, Sonia pushed her white cotton panties down to her ankles. With one hand she started to step out of them.

"No", said the baron turning for a moment to look at her bent over, "Leave them around your ankles".

She stood up and looked across his desk. She hadn't noticed it before, but a thin black leather-riding crop lay across the desk, its handle facing the baron's chair. The baron turned his back and re-examined the outside world. Was the Baron going to whip her, she wondered? Could she handle the pain like she saw last night?

"Pull your skirt up around your waist and lean across the desk and hold the other side." said the baron firmly.

She quickly bunched her skirt around her waist and leant forward across the desk.

The baron turned and examined her. He walked slowly around the room several times looking, watching and examining her until he disappeared behind her and did not reappear. From behind her she heard the riding crop being picked up and she turned her head and looked to see what the baron was doing.

"Dont look behind, look straight ahead" said the baron forcefully "and push your heels apart".

She quickly pushed her heels apart as far as her panties would allow and listened as the Barons steps disappeared across the room on the timber floorboards. The sound of the study door being closed with a creak and a click. She waited and strained to hear what the baron was doing. She heard the three chairs that she Jane and Veronique had been sitting on being removed.

Silence.

The seconds ticked by. The sound of wind in the trees outside, but only silence from within.

Then the sound of leather being stretched. What was he doing? The sound of a match being struck as it flared and then the smell of cigar smoke. Cuban cigar smoke filled the room.

She could feel the cool air of the room against her bare skin, her shaved vagina bare and revealing from behind.

What was the baron up to? She couldn't stand it and glanced quickly behind. He was sitting in his favourite leather chair barely three feet behind her, smoking a cigar and examining her profile. The riding crop across his thighs.

"Face the front Sonia," said the baron quietly.

She could feel the baron staring at her naked bottom and it excited her. Second by second she could feel her internal juices starting to well. Time ticked by, the wait, the uncertainty of what was to come was overpowering.

She changed her head to the other side but still didn't dare look behind. She looked at the bookcases, the books, the wall panelling. Her head lay flat on the cedar desk. She wondered whether she was about to be punished. What had she done wrong?

"Baron, have I displeased you", said Sonia quietly.

"Remain silent, Sonia, I have matters to consider" replied the baron quietly but firmly.

The ticking of the clock. She watched the hands, tick by minute by minute. Five minutes ticked by and all the time she lay across the desk her legs spread wide, only limited by her panties, her skirt bunched around her waist, her bottom and inner thighs exposed and accessible. The second hand on the clock commenced a 6th run around the clock.

Her upper thighs tingled, as she felt his breath. There again. His breath against her upper thighs. He was leaning forward from his chair, she could feel his breath on her skin. She waited hoping his tongue might indicate his intentions but nothing.

Another minute passed, and she waited. Inside her juices were welling, and then the coolness of the room mixed with the first signs of moisture on her outer pussy lips, told her that they had started to break free of the confines of her body.

There again, his breath on her upper thighs and her pussy lips. For a moment she felt the slight brush of hair on her bare right buttock. She waited for his tongue to touch, to explore, to caress her, please ........ she thought. But nothing.

The sound of leather giving way again and the sound of cigar smoke being exhaled. He was sitting just behind her, watching her squirm, getting her excited, but for what? Oh please and her knees started to jiggle slightly wanting him to do something. To get that cock of his out, and thrust it in hard. Oh yes that'd be nice. Pump it into me like he did to Veronique last night. Oh thrust it in.

Silence.

The sound of the clock on the mantelshelf ticking. Each second pounding loud in her head. Her whole body was focussed on her thighs, bottom and vagina. Seeking to feel anything to give her an indication of the baron's intentions. The feeling of exhibition of her most private area for his pure enjoyment made her body tingle. She could feel the excitement in her nipples, on her thighs and on her slit, tense, awaiting attention, desperate for attention.

His breath back against her thighs, and then closer, the feeling of his mouth exhaling inches from her wet pussy lips. His head was between her legs, and she rocked backwards and forwards slightly wanting to thrust it into his face. But the feeling of his breath disappeared.

'Damn dont' she thought.

She watched a cloud of smoke appear from behind her and sail across the room. She waited. Then the caress of his breath on her thighs again. His breathing strong, drawing her scent into his nostrils. His head was again between her legs, thank goodness. With her pussy wet with her excitement he was now drawing in her aroma of excitement into his nostrils savouring it.

His breathing between her legs continued. Her own breathing starting to fall in line with his, drawing in and out. His fingers on her outer lips, oh please. She felt the room's cool air on the inner pink sides of her pussy as he pulled her lips apart, and then his fingers were gone. Her pussy would be inflamed with blood and passion. Oozing with her love making juice. Her flower of reproduction working overtime to excite any male intrusion enough to shoot its seed deep into her body.

The back of his hand on her right inner thigh, touching it lightly caressing her skin.

She waited for the next touch. 'Dont tease me her brain screamed, I'm yours take me whatever way you want, just do it'.

"Sonia I want you to hold onto the other side of the desk", said the Baron

Sonia reached forward and held the other side of the desk waiting for the baron to begin.

The barons hair brushed against her skin and then she felt his fingers gently pulling her vaginal lips apart and then a strange intrusion as she felt his, his, what was it? His nose, sliding along her wet slit, oh she liked this.

Then his fingers pushed into her vagina, one and then two. Sliding backwards and forwards. His fingers pushing deep into her body and circling her cervix, gently touching its opening. The baron's fingers eased slowly into her canal, and then equally slowly withdrew until he had withdrawn them from her body. Her canal closed itself to the outside world, her muscles contracting.

Again the baron eased two of his fingers into her wet slit, wiping his fingers along the outer lips, lubricating her outer walls, allowing the liquid to coat and smooth his stimulation of her clitoris. For a moment the stimulation ceased.

She twitched as his fingers sought out her anus, covering them in her own wetness, dragging them out of her arse and down her slit, until the opening weakness identified the entry into her body. The fingers accepted the invitation and Sonia's vagina rewarded them by coating them with her fluids. Turning his fingers slightly, the baron began to seek Sonia's inner structure but again he withdrew them completely.

Her vagina now remained open. A thin tunnel from outside her body into her inner depths. Her body now totally wanton, totally demanding and ready to accept any sexual intrusion that may be presented to her body. She felt the Barons cold breath blowing into her body. A feeling she had never experienced before. A cold wind blew into her womb.

She felt the baron's hand on her pussy lips, pushing them apart, opening her inner lips to his inspection. Again the baron pushed his fingers into her body, and curled them back and down. Slowly his finger tips, felt and caressed the smooth tissue membrane behind her pubic bone. Lightly his fingers worked inside her body, joined by a third. The fingers working together and independently, caressing her inner walls.

'Oh my goodness' what was he doing. She could feel her anus contracting, her pelvic floor tightening and releasing, and she began to moan uncontrollably. She felt like urinating but couldn't all at the same time. What was he doing inside her, she had never ever felt a feeling like this before. She started to pant, she could feel the orgasm rising into her body, and she screamed, screamed like she had never done before. A primeval scream of unrestrained explosive satisfaction. Tears streamed from her eyes and she broke into tears and cried in absolute sexual release.

Her body collapsed and lay still on the desk. The baron could do what ever he liked with her body now. She didn't care. If she died now she would be happy.

From somewhere inside her head she heard a question. A question that made no sense. A question that she fully understood but couldn't explain. The thought bounced around in her brain, coming down from an explosive orgasm. The Baron had asked the question but she heard no words. Her mind searched for an answer, ask a question, no there was only one answer. All she said was 'Yes'.

The baron stepped on her panties, and lifted her hips and legs from the floor, entering her from behind with a cock that had quickly swelled to the size of a plumber's forearm. Her body was loose and ready to take it. The Barons cock swelled deep with in her as he reached around and ripped her blouse apart, grabbing her breasts.

He pulled her up, and she pivoted on a rigid cock like sitting on an iron pole, her legs dangling in space. He pulled her body to his holding her breasts tightly. She balanced on his cock. Her body's weight totally balancing on a cock that was buried deep within her body.

Sonia felt the barons tongue lick her neck and waited for his teeth to plunge into her body. She awaited the rush that always came with his feeding. From deep within her mind she knew that this was no normal feeding by the Baron. She pivoted on his cock, balancing on his shaft, her hole stretched wide.

"Please, Yes," she said again not understanding her inner mind awaiting the answer to her inner invitation.

The Barons fangs plunged into her body, the rush would now start.

Her body was suddenly thrown into burning screaming torment as the baron injected something into her body from his fangs. Her uterus felt like it was being burnt by burning oil. His cock shot spurt after spurt of liquid into her lower body. Her body revolted against the intrusion, fighting the liquid takeover of her cells.

She screamed, and struggled, but the baron held firm. The pain assaulted her body, and spread throughout it. Her mind and body rejecting the intrusion into her body, and then darkness closed over her mind and the baron lowered her limp body forward on to the desk.

The baron rolled her body onto her back and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Until the night" he whispered.