Blood of the Vampiress
-- by lightswitch © October 2010

[Lesbian, interracial, white female, black female, bondage,
dungeon, reluctant, non-consensual, toys, vampiress (?)]

Synopsis: A mean-spirited college girl tries to scare a voodoo
priestess with her authentic-looking Halloween costume.

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Mama Lucia sat behind the counter at the fetish shop and sighed.
Things had turned out far different than she had expected when
she'd left Haiti as a teenager over 25 years ago. America was
supposed to have been the Land of Opportunity, and it was ... if
you were white, born here, and came from wealthy parents. For
everyone else, though ...

She shouldn't complain, she thought. She was, after all, luckier
than most. She had scraped and scrimped and saved enough to buy
her own business. She couldn't repress an involuntary blush.

"A fetish shop," she sighed. "Who'd have thought that I, Mama
Lucia, a voodoo priestess who had been highly respected back in
the old country, would end up as the owner of a shop catering to
the sexual perversions of degenerate Americans." Worse, being
exposed to all of these perversions for so many years was having
an effect on her. She found that she actually experienced arousal
looking at some of the merchandise, if she let herself.

"Been too long since I bin laid," she muttered. For as tough as
it had been to find a good man back in Haiti, it seemed all but
impossible here in America. It seemed they were all married, gay,
criminal, willfully unemployed, or sporting some other American
baggage.

Lucia stood and regarded herself in the circular anti-shoplifting
mirror mounted near the ceiling. She didn't like what she saw,
even taking into account the distortion of the convex surface: A
once-beautiful black woman who was beginning to be ravaged by
time and gravity. At 43, her dark skin was no longer as smooth
and soft as dark velvet. Her large, once-proud breasts now showed
signs of sagging sliughtly under their own weight, making her
look as if she were trying to steal melons under her blouse. Her
once firm ass had resembled a perfect hemisphere of mahogany wood
when she had been 18. Now, it just seemed big and jutted out way
more than she remembered. Her once slender waist had thickened
over the years; it looked relatively slender only because her
tits and ass had become so big, over the years.

"The Old Gods would not be happy to see their priestess fall so
far," Lucia thought. She had been reading about potions and
rituals that were said to restore youth, but all required
fantastic and mythic ingredients that she knew in her heart she'd
never obtain: Hair from a unicorn, a scale from a snake demon,
blood from a vampire ...

Even if she did actually find one of these mythic creatures,
she'd never be able to overcome it so as to obtain the
ingredient. How could one fight a demon? A vampire? A unicorn?
True, she did have a few artifacts that were supposed to be
magical -- but she had never seen evidence that they possessed
any true powers.

"No!" she said, returning to her high stool behind the counter.
"I must believe! I must remain true. I am a voodoo priestess!"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the jingle of the bells mounted
on the storefront door. It was late on a Friday night, but it
seemed she had a customer!

Lucia didn't care. Halloween always brought out the nutjobs and
this year had been no exception. Just because she ran a fetish
shop, customers thought she was among the merchandise. The big
black woman smiled briefly, aware that she must still be
attractive, even though she was on the wrong side of 35, if so
many men continued to come on to her. Sadly, though, it seemed
that the only men who visited fetish shops seemed to be perverts.
She wasn't about to let any of these crazies tie her up or bind
her with fur-lined handcuffs!

"Hey! Old lady!"

Lucia bristled in affront. The voice was that of a young girl,
which made Lucia bristle even more. She ignored the arrogant
newcomer and kept her focus on the book she had open before her:
Occult Remedies.  Maybe she'd find some kind of magic that was
actually accessible to her in this new country -- magic that
would restore her precious youth and beauty.

"I need something black and sexy," the voice continued. "It's for
my Halloween costume."

"Sure it is," Mama Lucia snickered. She'd heard this excuse
before, usually from men buying feminine clothing or fetish gear.

"God dammit!" the irate young woman shouted. "Are you mocking me,
you fat black cow? Do you know who my father is? You'd better get
your fat, ugly face out of that book and treat me like a
customer!"

Frowning, Lucia slammed the book shut and regarded the unpleasant
little bitch before her.

This young person appeared to be more girl than woman, though
Lucia could tell by how the girl was dressed that she attended
the local college. The student was shorter than the shopkeeper by
about four inches but probably weighed about half as much. The
girl had dark blonde hair and extremely pale skin. The fact that
she was young and beautiful did nothing to endear her to the
frazzled black woman.

"Shut chew face, ya littol bitch," Lucia told the angry girl.
"I'll git to you win ah git to you." The blonde looked angry
enough to kill.

"You black cunt!" the white girl screamed. "You'll do what I say
or I will fucking rip your throat out!" The blonde gave the
shopkeeper an angry snarl, curling her lip and baring her teeth.

That's when Lucia saw them.

"Fangs!" the horrified shopkeeper whispered. This girl was a ...
vampire!?!

Lucia had heard the term "my blood ran cold," but had never
actually experienced the sensation.

Until now.

She grasped the counter for support as her legs went weak with
fear. "Oh goddess," she thought, "I'm gonna die!" It was late at
night; her store was in a bad part of town, and the shop and
street appeared deserted.

"This beautiful littol undead bitch is gonna kill me," Lucia
realized. "She's going to drain me and leave my dead body
behind." The black shopkeeper stared at the arrogant white girl,
paralyzed with fear.

"She's so young," Lucia couldn't help thinking. "So beautiful! If
I could be young like that, I'd take the curse de vampire in a
second!" But she knew it was too late for that -- she had already
aged and if, by some quirk of fate, she *were* to transform
rather than be drained, she'd be immortal, but forever stuck in
her present, full-figured 43-year-old body.

"Yes, young mistress!" Lucia gasped, nodding and bowing as she
scrambled out of arm's reach. "Please excuse mah foolish old
mouf. What kin ah do for yo Dahk Majesty this eebnen? Please ...
let me serve you! Please don' kill me!"

The young blonde looked at her in confusion for a few moments.
Then realization lit her features and she laughed.

"Oh!" she giggled. "You saw my fangs, didn't you! Aren't they
great? My father ..." The girl stopped suddenly, giving the
shopkeeper a calculating look.

"Yes," the blonde hissed, smiling evilly. Lucia shuddered at the
blatant display of the vampiress' fangs and averted her gaze.

"Yes," the white girl continued, narrowing her eyes at the
frightened shopkeeper. "Yes, you have discovered my secret: I AM
a vampire! But ... I shall allow you to serve me. I desire
something to wear when I go hunting. Something black, to hide me
in the shadows. Something sexy to fog my victims' minds with
lust."

The pale blonde gestured imperiously.

"Show me what you have," she commanded. "If you please me in
this, you may yet live to see another dawn."

Grasping at this straw of salvation, Lucia tripped over her own
feet as she hurried to the racks to search for something
appropriate for a seductive young vampiress. She found five of
her best fetish outfits and laid them out for the vampiress'
inspection before retreating to the relative safety of the
register.

"Naturally," the blonde called after her, "these clothes will be
free, right? Vampires don't need money. However, I will let you
live, in exchange, OK?" The frightened shopkeeper nodded. What
was a few hundred dollars when compared to one's life?  The
vampire giggled in satisfied glee and began inspecting the
outfits.

"A vampiress!" Lucia whispered to herself, staring at the blonde
in awe as the white girl began trying on the various leather
outfits the shopkeeper had brought. "A real vampiress!" So they
*did* exist! They weren't just creatures of myth and legend, like
she'd just been thinking earlier ...

She stopped, the full implications of her situation suddenly
dawning on her.

"The blood of a vampire!" Lucia whispered, shuddering at the
audacity of what she was considering. "If I kin git me de blood
of a vampire, and use the right rituals, ah kin use it t'regain
mah youth!" Images of herself at 19 came unbidden -- her perfect,
dark skin -- the sway of her young, perfectly proportioned ass --
all men's eyes riveted on her spectacular large, gravity-defying
young breasts ... !

But to get that blood, Lucia realized, she'd have to find a way
to subdue the vampiress -- take her prisoner. This would be
tricky. If the bitchy blonde were a normal human, Lucia would be
able to easily overpower her, using her superior size and
strength. But everyone knew vampires were supernaturally strong!

"My magic!" Lucia whispered. Now would be the time to make use of
the powerful voodoo magics! If vampires existed, that meant her
magic must be real, right?!? She couldn't risk a spell -- the
vampiress would recognize it and attack before she could complete
it. Perhaps one of the magical items she kept in her locked chest
of voodoo treasures?

Slowly, Lucia bent over to retrieve the chest, all the while
keeping her eye on the young vampiress. The creature seemed
oblivious, fixated with delight on the various costumes the
shopkeeper had provided. The black woman slowly opened the small
chest and examined the contents. Her eyes lit up with
satisfaction.

"Yes!" she murmured, scooping up a bejeweled section of thick
black cloth. The 'Choker of Baron Samos!' It was a decorative
piece worn around the neck, said to be magically ensorcelled so
as to completely negate the inherent abilities of any
supernatural entity! If she could get this on the vampiress, the
undead vixen would be robbed of her vampiric powers and would
only be as strong as any other pampered, sedentary, 19-year-old
white girl!

There was a catch, though. The choker had to be fastened by a
voodoo priestess wearing full ceremonial garb. Lucia had such
garb; but could she approach the vampiress dressed like that?
Surely the evil creature would recognize such clothing as
raiments of religious power!

"This one looks young," Lucia reasoned. "Naive. Maybe she was
just recently turned?" And she was American. She may not know
what the ceremonial voodoo garb signified.

It would be worth a try, for an opportunity at regained youth!

Lucia slipped into the back room and removed a cardboard box from
behind a cleverly hidden panel in the wall. She took her uniform
out of the box and experienced a flash of misgiving. The
ceremonial outfit looked so ... small. True, it was designed to
show a lot of skin. But she had last worn it when she had been
20. She *had* put on more than a few pounds over the intervening
decades.

Praying to her voodoo pantheon, she quietly stripped and began
putting on her priestess garb.

The golden loincloth, hanging from a thin braid of golden rope,
was easy to put on, though Lucia could have sworn that more rope
had hung down from the side knots when she had last worn this.
She also didn't remember it showing nearly as much thigh, hip,
and leg.

The golden sandals and ornate golden headdress were also easy
enough to don. But the ornate bodice proved difficult.

The bodice was nothing more than a twist of gold-colored metal,
designed to embrace the priestess' breasts with spiral twists
that ended in small metal sunbursts that covered the nipples.
Being well endowed, Lucia rememberd this piece being a tight fit
even at 19.

Today, at 43, Lucia found that metal was much more unforgiving
than cloth and rope. No matter how she tried to suck in her
breath, her large, fat, dark tits were just too big to be
contained by the device. In desperation, she bent the metal
spiral to allow more room. This worked, to an extent: The bodice
slipped over her enormous breasts, but the sunbursts failed to
come anywhere close to her exposed, dark nipples.

"That should be close enough," the black woman thought, feeling
her breathing dangerously constricted by the tight ceremonial
outfit. She scooped up the bejeweled neckwear and went out to
confront her young undead foe.

The pale girl was pirouetting among the racks. Lucia sucked in
her breath.

This vampiress was so beautiful!

The undead white girl had strapped herself into a tightly bound
black corset that squeezed her already attractive young body into
an exaggerated hourglass figure. The vampiress' large, pale white
boobs -- more out than in -- were under such pressure that they
were literally popping out -- exploding from from the top. A tiny
black triangle of leather set on a few thin leather straps
(barely) covered the vampiress' sex, but left her smooth, white
ass completely exposed. The outfit was completed by a pair of
thigh-high black leather stiletto boots.

"At first," the delighted blonde gushed, "I was just going to go
with stiletto high heels, you know? After all, when you have legs
like mine, you don't want to cover them up, right? But this is
really a good look, don't you think?" The blonde glanced up at
the priestess, her face showing her puzzlement.

"You're a little old for dress-up," the white girl laughed,
regarding the garbed priestess in wonder. "But hey ... if that's
what gets you off."

Lucia heaved a sigh of relief. The vampiress didn't recognize the
ceremonial garb of a voodoo priestess!

I might just be able to pull this off, the black woman thought.

"Oh mighty Princess of Darkness," the shopkeeper said, bowing
deeply, "I bring you this rare and valuable accessory to complete
your dread image!" The blonde's eyes widened when she saw the
glint of jewels.

"Gimme!" she demanded. Lucia paled. It had to be fastened on by a
voodoo priestess in order to work, she reminded herself.

"Please, Dark Mistress," the shopkeeper said, stepping forward,
"allow me to put it on for you."

"Whatever," the bored blonde said, waving a dismissive hand.

Lucia stepped forward and draped the magical artifact around the
vampiress' slender, pale throat. The priestess froze in horrified
disbelief.

The clasp on the choker was broken! There was no way to fasten
it!

Lucia felt her world collapsing. There went the one chance she'd
ever have to capture a vampire and obtain its blood! And even
worse, she was now within arms reach of a foul-tempered little
vampiress who would probably kill her in a fit of pique once she
discovered the promised trinket wouldn't be wearable.

Reacting instinctively, Lucia tightened the choker around the
vampiress' throat. Perhaps its magic would still work, if a
priestess used it as a garrote?

The vampiress' bright blue eyes widened in surprise and fear. She
clawed at the constricting band of cloth at her throat, but was
unable to loosen it from the priestess' frightened grasp. Her
pale fists beat feebly at the black woman and Lucia breathed a
sigh of relief to see how weak and ineffective the blows were.

"Thank the goddess!" the priestess whispered in relief. "The
power of the artifact must be working!" She kept up the pressure
and was relieved to see the vampiress' pretty blue eyes begin to
dim and turn up in her head. The black woman continued to
strangle her foe until the beautiful blonde went limp, falling
heavily against her.

"I ... I've done it!" Lucia whispered, finally releasing her grip
and allowing the unconscious girl to fall to the shop floor. "I
actually defeated a vampire!" Smiling in triumph, she scooped up
the limp white girl and carried her down to the basement.

* * * * * * * * * *

The basement of the fetish shop had been tricked out as a
dungeon. Lucia rarely, if ever, sold any of the dungeon
implements here, but they made for a nice background and
effective ambience that seemed to help boost sales of the smaller
items like dildoes and cockrings. This area also served as the
storeroom for excess inventory.

One of the devices down here was an inverted Y rack, made of
stout wooden beams, leaned back at a 45-degree angle. Lucia set
the unconscious blonde down on this device and quickly bound her
to it: Wrapping lengths of chain around each pale ankle, she
bound each leg to a beam. Then she wrapped more lengths of chain
around the vampiress' slim waist, binding her arms and midsection
to the device. Finally, she wrapped a length of chain loosely
around the vampiress' neck, preventing her from raising her upper
body more than an inch or so from the central beam. The
shopkeeper then slid a padlock onto each chain wrap, to ensure
the supernatural undead creature would not be able to break free.

"Chains, not ropes," Lucia panted, nodding in satisfaction at her
handiwork. "Without the Choker of Baron Samos, you'll regain your
infernal powers and we can't have you breaking free!"

The priestess retrieved her book and continued reading to find
what she'd need to do to effectively make use of the vampiress'
blood.

As the black woman read, the bound blonde slowly regained
consciousness.

"Ohhhhh," the groggy vampiress moaned. "You fucking *bitch*! What
the hell is the matter with you?!? You ... you choked me out! Are
you some kind of fucking psycho or something?!?"

Lucia continued reading, ignoring the pale, ranting creature. The
white girl decided to change tacks.

"Release me at once, mortal!" she commanded, blue eyes blazing.
"And I MAY spare you from being drained dry to quench my undead
thirst!"

The priestess glanced up, warily.

"Do yo worst, hellspawn," she said. "I done blessed dem chains
wid voodoo magic and done drawed a magic circle o' containment
round dat git-up. You not be goin' nowhere until ah says you
kin."

"Bitch!" the vampiress screamed, writhing in her bonds. "I am
going to suck your blood so hard your eyeballs will pop back
inside your head if you don't untie me right NOW!"

Lucia ignored her prisoner, scrounging the storeroom shelves for
supplies.

"Not dis night, mah pretty!" Lucia told the white girl. "You not
be de one drinkin' blood tonight. De legend say whoever drink de
blood of a vampire -- if it be done right -- will be forebber
young!"

The pale girl turned even paler.

"Drink," she stammered, "drink the blood of a vampire? You mean
MY ...?!? You're planning to ... to drink *MY* blood?!?" Her
bright blue eyes widened with fear.

"You have to be kidding me, right?" the anxious blonde demanded,
her words rushing out in a fear-filled stream. "You know there's
no such thing as vampires, right? You know this is just a
costume, right?"

Lucia opened a box and pulled out a huge vibrator, sporting a
large, spherical grey head. She popped in batteries and tested
it, nodding in satisfaction at the loud buzz that filled the
dungeon.

"Accordin' t'the books," the priestess said, "ah don' need much
-- jes' a few drops. But ah gotta take it the same way you-all
take it: troo da neck." The black woman paused to think about
this. "Course, ah don' got no fangs. But ah figure if ah suck yo
pretty neck hard enough and long enough, ah kin bruise you til
you bleed. Tink of it as one hell of a long, painful hickey!"

The bound blonde looked at the shopkeeper in horror.

"Are you INSANE?!?" she screamed. "I'm a college student, not a
vampire! There are no such things as vampires!"

Lucia took her gathered supplies and returned to the Y beam.

"Ah seed yo fangs," the priestess said. "An' you already admitted
what you was. You cain lie yo way outta dis, ebil one!"

"Fangs?!?" the distraught white girl shrilled. "Those are part of
my costume! My father's an orthodontist and made them special for
...!"

The blonde's protests were cut off by the bright red ball gag
Lucia pushed into the girl's mouth. The priestess had no idea
what an 'ortho-whatever' was, but she could see the vampiress'
fangs, clearly visible, now impotently pressed against the red
rubber of the ballgag.

"Uh huh," the black woman nodded to herself. "You a vampire!"

Tears of rage, frustration, and fear welled up in the bound
blonde's eyes. She continued trying to scream protests, but the
ball gag effectively made that impossible.

"Now, it say here," the priestess said, referring back to her
book, "dat de heat of de vampire's blood affect da potency o' da
youth effect." The black woman squirted some clear lube on the
head of the giant vibrator. "Das where dis come in."

The vampiress' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Nnnng!" she screamed into the ballgag. "Nnnng!"

The black woman untied the leather strings keeping the vampiress'
thong in place. The tiny black leather triangle fell to the
ground, revealing a closely trimmed blonde pussy that almost made
Lucia lubricate.

"Damn, you one fine lookin' bitch!" she muttered. "You lucky you
got turned so young!" Lucia was no lesbian, but this girl was
JUST so pretty! The black woman suspected this gorgeous vampiress
had no problem luring a steady stream of vibrant young men into
her snares. Probably women, too!

"Tahm t'heat you up, bloodsucker!" the priestess said, reaching
down to stroke the young girl's pussy. The vampiress struggled
frantically, but to no avail.

"Ya might as well lay back and enjoy it," the black woman
advised. "You know ahm gonna heat chew up til you cum and den ahm
gonna suck yo young vampire blood. Dat ain' gonna change, so ya
might as well lay back and enjoy th' ride."

The feisty vampiress wasn't about to just lay back and take it,
though. She twisted and contorted her pale body in a desperate
bid for freedom. But the chains were too tight and the black
priestess' fingers were too skilled - within minutes, Lucia was
rewarded by the feel of hot, slippery dampness from the bound
blonde's slit.

"Dere we go!" Lucia grinned, holding up her fingers for the bound
blonde's inspection. "You warmin' up nice-like. Soon as ah make
you cum, ah kin start suckin' yo pretty white neck and gittin'
younger."

The priestess held up the big vibrator and flicked the switch.
The loud buzz filled the room and the vampiress regarded the huge
vibrator with horror.

"Ainchew never used a sex toy befo'?" the black woman asked. "Oh,
dey's great! Beats a man, any day! Sex toys don' take you fer
granted. Sex toys don' cheat wid udder wimmen. Ah think you
really gonna like what comin' next!"

The young vampiress shook her head wildly, eyes fixated in fear
on the huge vibrator. Her expression clearly showed she was not
enjoying the thought of what was coming next.

Lucia laughed.

"Oh, don' worry chile! Dis much too big t'git stuffed up yo tight
lil white pussy. See de shape an' size o' dis? Dis kind o'
vibrator meant to be used on yo clittie!" With that, the
priestess lowered the huge vibrator and began gently running it
along the bound vampiress'slit.

The white woman's blue eyes shot wide open and she gave a loud
groan into the ballgag.

"Yeah," the black woman laughed, watching the blonde's stimulated
pussy lips slowly puff out, allowing the vibrating ball to
partially slide between them, "you like dat, donchew!" Lucia
slowly slid the vibrator up to press lightly against the
vampiress' stiff clit. The effect was immediate and electric. The
blonde's eyes went even wider and she gave an even louder moan of
pleasure into the ballgag.

With her legs spread and bound, the white vampiress was helpless
to prevent the black priestess' ritualistic violation. Within
minutes, the blonde was being pushed unwillingly towards a
climax, her taut young body straining against the chains holding
her.

"Gittin' close," the black woman whispered, brushing her thick,
sensual lips against the vampiress' slender, pale throat. "Bet
you ain' never been on dis side o' a love bite, has you! Another
few minutes an ahm gonna be drinkin' from you, vampire. Another
few minutes an' ahm gonna be young again!"

The white girl thrashed wildly in her chains, partially in an
effort to escape and partially from the intense stimulation on
her engorged clit. Clenching her eyes shut, the vampiress tried
to will herself not to cum as she bit her fangs hard into the red
rubber ball.

"Here it come, baby," the priestess whispered, opening her mouth
wide and sucking on the side of the white girl's pale, vulnerable
neck. For a moment, with the scent of sex heavy in the air and
the feel of the vampiress' almost nude body trembling beneath
her, Lucia wished she had fangs so she might penetrate this
beautiful white girl and drain her of her essence. In that
moment, she understood the draw of vampirism.

The black woman continued sucking hard on the bound blonde's pale
throat, knowing she would be leaving the area purple and bruised
when she was done. A coppery taste in her mouth told her she'd
broken skin with her sucking.

"It be time," the priestess thought, pushing the vibrator down
hard on the vampiress' throbbing clit as the black woman
increased the force of her suction.

The bound blonde stiffened in her bonds, screaming into the
ballgag.

"This is it," Lucia thought. "Cum for me, baby!" She sucked hard
and was rewarded with a taste of blood -- not a lot, but so she
could taste it. And that would be enough. The vampiress trembled
hard as she orgasmed and the priestess calmly sucked on the
vampiress' raw neck until the bound blonde went limp, exhausted
and figuratively drained.

Lucia released the liplock she'd had on the vampiress' neck and
stepped back. The huge, horrible hickey on the side of the white
girl's neck stood out and the black woman knew it would take
weeks to heal. The young blonde was drenched in sweat and looked
half unconscious.

The black woman, though, had never felt more alive and vibrant.
She could swear she felt youth and vitality flowing through her
again. Her big, black boobs seemed to sag a little bit less
already!

A glance in the nearby full-length mirror showed she still looked
to be in her 40s ... albeit early 40s. Had the success only been
in her imagination?

No, no, she decided ... I definitely look younger. I know I
*feel* so much younger!

"Maybe mid-30s," Lucia decided, smiling at her increasingly
attractive reflection.

Obviously it would take more than one feeding to fully regain her
youth.

The big black woman turned to smile at the beautiful blond
chained to the Y-beams.

"Looks like you n' me gonna be doin' this for some time t'come,"
the invigorated shopkeeper told her bedraggled prisoner. "Might
take a month or two, but ah know ah can at least reach mah 20s
agin! All ah gotta do is keep makin' you cum and then suck your
neck until ah kin taste blood."

Lucia, already planning new and different ways to force climaxes
from the pretty vampiress, didn't notice her bound and gagged
prisoner's tearful gaze at both their reflections in the big
mirror.
