Message-ID: <2219eli$9707211426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: telephoto@aol.com (TelePhoto) Subject: New: Roadside 3/4 (vamp, mc, mf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970721055800.BAA21617@ladder02.news.aol.com> This is the first part of a (theoretically) ongoing story of a new vampire. Comments and suggestions welcomed, especially if they're friendly. Vampire or mind control afficiandos are particularly invited to reply. If you're under 18, you shouldn't read this. If you don't like sex, vampires, or mind control, you really shouldn't read this. *** Chapter 1, part 3 Vanessa’s eyes glowed in the pale red light, and she licked drops of blood off her lips. With the slight taste of Gary she had taken during her oral ministrations, she had made Gary her blood slave. Now he would serve her and service her without question. “Have you ever eaten out your love?” she asked as she crawled next to Gary on the mattress. “Have you ever stuck your tongue in her cunt and made her scream as she came?” “No, my mistress. She told me she didn’t want me to do that with her.” “Then you’ve got a lot to learn, babe. Get down there and start licking.” Gary positioned himself between her legs. In the mind- controlled haze of Vanessa’s power, Gary was intoxicated by her musky smell. He thrust his tongue into her folds and tasted her. “Ooh, babe,” she purred. “That’s nice. Do it deeper now. Go for my clit.” Her words of encouragement spurred Gary to double his efforts. He used his fingers to pull open her lips, and he licked and sucked and nibbled at her. Vanessa raised her hips towards his mouth to help him reach deeper into her, and when he found her clit, she screamed. Gary was drenched with her cum as he toyed with her hot button. Vanessa bucked as he kept working her. She tossed back and forth. She played with her tits, tweaking one nipple with her fingers and licking the other. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!!” she shrieked. “Oh God yes! YES YES YES YES YES!!!” Gary pulled himself up from her cunt and plunged his cock into her hot, wet box. Vanessa’s eyes shot open with a start, and she screamed more. She wrapped her legs around Gary’s back to pull him into her as he thrust deep inside her. He felt her muscles clenching him inside each time she came. The pulsing was almost beating in time with his heart. And Gary wanted nothing more than to serve her, no matter what. He didn’t get tired, and he would not stop. In an acrobatic move, the couple flipped over, and Vanessa was on top again. Gary kept thrusting his hips up at her, driving at her as she flew at him. He grabbed at her luscious tits. “Tell me, my slave, do you want to be forever?” Vanessa asked breathlessly, as the two of them continued the mad frenzy. “Anything for you,” he gasped. “Do you want it for yourself?” Gary’s eyes lit up for a moment. Vanessa released him from the hold she had over him. Recognition of the whole night snapped into focus. He had left his fiancee behind, had screwed a waitress/vampire -- WAS screwing a waitress/vampire! -- and now she was asking him if he wanted to be a vampire too. “Why me?” he asked again. Vanessa stopped thrusting and looked at him. A look of compassion, which surprised him. “I picked you because you are decent. You love someone. You’re good to people. You deserve the chance to do what you want and be what you want.” She paused. “You deserve the chance that I didn’t get.” She rolled off of Gary. The two of them, on their backs, stared up at the ceiling. “I was like you, a long time ago,” she continued. “I wanted to make a life for myself. So much that I didn’t look at what other people were willing to do to me. I came through a bar, kind of like this one. And I met someone who befriended me. That night, I stopped being a virtuous young woman, and I became what I am now.” Gary sat up and looked at Vanessa. “I don’t understand.” “Of course you don’t. Why should you? You don’t know what it’s like! Or maybe you do now. I was violated, and worse, and killed. I woke up in a new existence that I didn’t ask for. And one I was not prepared for.” She sat up also, still not returning Gary’s gaze. “The first thing I did was I killed that asshole who made me. I shoved a broomstick through the chest, cut off the head, and burnt the body to a crisp. Then I scattered his ashes into a river for good measure. After that, I learned a little bit, travelled a little bit, and figured out that maybe I could make things better by weeding out people. “I have to feed. So some of my meals are just that. Food. People who won’t be missed, won’t be mourned. But other times, I find good people who want more from life. Them, I give a choice to.” “What choice is that?” Gary asked. “They can either become vampires too, or they can die.” The look of shock on Gary’s face was obvious. “Die?” “You know what you felt like when I tasted your blood. Well, right now, you think you’re not enslaved, but you are. If you tried to leave me, you’d come back. You’d go back to your love, and you’d see me. You’d hear me in your thoughts, you’d imagine me in your dreams. Eventually, it would drive you mad, and you’d probably kill yourself anyway.” “None of this makes any sense! If I’m decent, as you say, why would I want to become a killer?” She smiled. “Ironic, isn’t it? But the thing is, you won’t have to kill if you don’t want to. I learned that after a while. The fucking men get all the luck. When I taste someone, I get a blood slave. When a male vampire is made, he can choose whether to enslave his meal. That’s probably why you don’t find many male vampires -- no one trusts them because they can get away with it.” “What about your... maker?” She smiled again. “You think a man made me, don’t you? That’s the worst part! The vampire who made me was a fucking bitch! She ate me out, popped my cherry, and sipped my blood that way! Helluva way to be introduced to sex, especially for a Catholic girl!” At that moment, Gary actually felt sorry for her. He brushed some of the long hair out of Vanessa’s eyes. “Should I trust you?” he asked. “No.” “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” “Then make me like you.” -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /