Message-ID: <44039asstr$1061338206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: idol111@ntlworld.com (Yotna El'toub) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 19 Aug 2003 14:13:49 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Aug 2003 07:13:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Vampyre Nights 3/12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) More to come soon! Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 20:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman {ASSM} Vampyre Nights 3/12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) ******************************************************************** WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. ____________________________________________________________________ Chapter Seven: Of friends and acquaintances Slowly, agonizingly Joyce's mind fought its way back to the surface, to sanity, but also to harshest of realities. She had to do something, the authorities should be informed; the consequences appalled her, the interviews, the Media and even - prison! No, she couldn't cope with that, it maybe right, but it was also impossible. Joyce's mind raced, she looked around the room for guidance, and realized how long she had sat in confused sobbing lethargy. No sunlight came in through the open curtains; she stood slowly easing her cramped muscles. Still naked she searched in the semi-darkness for her quickly discarded clothes. She threw them on with similar haste, her mind still a chaos of tumbling thoughts. Drawing the curtains tightly she turned on the bedside light, the solution looked back at her, the soon to be redundant site pass! Loading Gina's body into the T-Bird had nearly proved impossible, the awkward positioning of the comforter covered corpse, plus the solidity training had given Gina almost defeated Joyce small frame and muscle. Thankfully rolling the cadaver from the door of the "bird" onto the mud proved somewhat easier. Joyce knew from what she had seen from Kirk's plans that one of the first jobs to be undertaken was the filling of the piled deep holes with concrete to form the foundations. The dig on this part of the site finished weeks ago and preparations for the new center were well advanced here. Joyce looked sorrowfully at the body for one last time; then without ceremony she slid it towards its resting place. A soft thud sounded from the depths bellow and soiled was shovelled in just deep enough to hide the body from the casual glance of a hurried construction worker. Joyce stood at the top of the shaft panting; tears welled up in her eyes, never knowingly religious she found her self muttering a deeply felt impromptu prayer "Sleep well Gina, God Bless" After a few minutes tearful vigil Joyce tidied the back seat of her car and drove towards the exit gate, her headlights caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure on the far side of the site; Joyce froze with the realization that someone was a potential witness to her callous act! The bird rolled up to the edge of the trench, a familiar figure was searching frantically through the mud. "What are you doing Claudia" Joyce asked her voice still strained with emotion. The figure turned in the bright lights like a frightened rabbit, the dilated pupils looked out from a mud stained face "Had to come, more, more - mine!" Claudia's voice rang insanely "More what? What have you got there?" asked Joyce. Claudia held something clutched to her dirty sweatshirt covered chest "Mine! Must find more, must find all" Claudia said in a suspicious accent. "Can I see, please Claudie?" Claudia stretched forward her hands between them sat the last piece of mirror frame, it was etched with one of the unidentified symbols from the decree! "No, no, don't touch!" Claudie screamed, and then she bolted into the intense darkness outside of the arc of the bird's bright headlight beams. Joyce ran back to the cars passenger door, swung it open and fanned the torch she kept in the door pocket around the site looking desperately for her friend; there was no sign, it was as if she was never there in the first place! Joyce had driven home in total confusion; just what was happening to her life? It really no longer made any form of sense! Once back to the relative sanctity of her apartment she could not face going to sleep in the chilling bedroom and pulled the trailing soiled comforter behind her into her study, the computer had restarted with the power-up and sat in all its normality, taunting her. She logged on and searched for details of the remembered symbol, what she found shocked her to the center of her being the final symbol roughly translated to; to be held in the hosts body for ever. If this was accurate it meant that all the evil collected by the mirror would be passed onto a host; could this be she? Search as she might no more could be found. There was only one thing to do, drive down to the Smithsonian and dig through the archives for clarification. She looked at her desk clock one-fifteen, if she left now she could park up in Washington and take the early Metro, she'd be there when the archive opened in the morning! The decision made, Joyce left at once in a blind rush, leaving the unlatched door to swing gently behind her. Chapter Eight Unexpected findings Sat in the darkened book lined room she felt at once both safe and treasured. An academic surrounded by academia, her nimble fingers flew though the pages her eyes gulping information, hungry for any answer. She flicked to a page, at the top sat the Bathory crest she searched the handle of the opener for any connection, none, then as she replaced it on the table she noticed a fine dust fall from the very tip of the hilt delicately she polished with her finger tip, and then as she started to reveal it more urgently with her nail; the tell tale three upward flicking lines drawn together by the straight line running down the left hand side of the hilt tip - unmistakable from the center of the shield in the crest. If not a relic of Erzebet her self it was decidedly Bathory in origin, this was the genuine article. Curiosity caused Joyce to look more closely at the opener, the blade was wrong, it looked original but wrong, hurriedly she pulled her eye-glass from a pocket. The edges of the blade had been ground to make it a flat edged opener, there must once have been a sharp edge, Joyce dropped the opener to the table with a clatter. Some of the other readers glared at the offending woman, who sat with her hand clamped to her mouth, just succeeding in keeping her rushed freeway breakfast in place. All morning she had read through descriptions of the Countesses crimes against servant-girls, peasants and finally lower nobility. She had beaten, bitten and sliced her victims to gain their precious blood, sliced open their breasts, with this knife! Joyce stared in horror as she weighed up the meaning for her own sanity. Clearly she was influenced, no altered by contact with the knife, but how did the mirror and knife relate to one another the co-incidence was too great, they could not surely have both come from the same cursed family? The answer once it was found was a resounding no, there was no link. The only association was due to the mirrors ability to trap, focus and pass on evil, there were similarities, both Eastern European, both of the same approximate age and carrying symbols of arcane significance but no true linkage. This made Joyce feel safer for some reason, then she realized the only link was proximity. If she gave the knife to the Smithsonian the two items would be separated, and surely that would reduce if not completely halt any linkage. Now she hit her problem, in her rush to leave she had left the provenance at home, without it there was no interest, a nice theory, but proof was needed. She would need to return home and collect the information. She looked at her watch threethirty, if she left now, no that was crazy she hadn't slept. Motel room shower, sleep and then home tomorrow morning, that she might just manage. It was only once in the air-conditioned room she wondered why she hadn't mentioned the mirror to the curator, pure oversight, she really was getting forgetful. Claudia awoke in her favorite arm chair and looked down at the collection of muddy artifacts in her torn hands. Her mind was clearer now, she knew someone had interrupted her working last night, but when she returned later all had been quiet. She was pretty confident she now had all the remaining mirror fragments, although she couldn't be certain until she retrieved the others from Joyce, tonight she couldn't, wouldn't wait until tomorrow. She stood a little stiffly after her long chair-bound slumber, glancing towards the mirror, she saw her self. It looked as if a bag lady had broken into her home! She took her self to the bathroom to repair the damage. She really couldn't afford to go out looking like this, it could draw attention; and that might stop her completing her vital task! At least the darkness and mud had passed - it had taken her hours to get home, clean her self, and then get some rest in the darkened bedroom. Now after just a few hours something was disturbing her, waking her when sleep called so strongly. She struggled to the hall trying to avoid the painful light on her sensitive eyes. She opened the door and spoke dry mouthed to the figure that was obscured from sight by the evening sunset; making it into a shimmering unwelcome silhouette "Yes, what?" "Can I speak to Joyce, please?" A polite female voice asked "Joyce? Why would she be here?" The voice cracked and asked, "Because it's her home! Who are you anyway?" The shadow broke from its polite indifference and swept past all obstacles into the flat "Me, I'm Gina Tewksbury, this is my home, and who the hell are you lady?" She asked the girl rushing down the hall. The two women faced each other warily; Gina was still trying to understand why she had come back to Joyce's home thinking it was her own. Claudia for her part was trying to understand how this girl had so quickly established her self as one of Joyce's friends, a close enough friend to have free access to her apartment while she was away! Finally Claudia spoke "I've come to collect the other parts of this," she fished in her backpack and brought out the fragments wrapped in newspaper, have "Have you seen anything like that in the apartment?" "Sure. In the study near the PC, but you're not taking anything until Joyce gets back and checks you out lady!" Gina warned. Claudia agreed, temporarily, to save any argument and both of them went to the study. Claudia sat for sometime re-orientating the existing and new fragments, eventually in frustration Gina bent forward putting one hand on Claudia's left shoulder she used the other to re-arrange two pieces, the mirror was complete! Gina whispered in a breathy voice "I may not be qualified as an archaeologist but I sure have done a lot of jig-saws in my time" Claudia ignored her gazing at the completed mirror and wondering how to take it, this girl didn't seem the sort to give in too easily. Bent in her position close to the seated woman's neck Gina first became aware of the scent, a tangy metallic fragrance that made her nipples tingle in anticipation. Then there was the thunderous seductive pulse beating inside her head, her heartbeat was slowly falling into time with the woman's. Claudia spoke "I really must take this artefact, it belongs to the project, Joyce knew it had to be returned today!" Gina stepped back her eyes shone with just a hint of dim red light "The Mirror stays here in its home" her voice carried a powerful threat "I don't think you understand I must have the mirror, I must be near it" Claudia's logic started to give way to her passion, she picked up a wicked shard of mirror glass and rushed at Gina. Gina stood her ground smiling calmly, she spoke in a soporific voice "Now calm down and drop the glass, drop it!" Claudia froze mid-stride and mouthed silently "Drop it!" The fragment fell to the carpet followed by drops of Claudia's flowing crimson blood. Gina stooped and picked up the shard and returned it lovingly to its position on the desk. She returned to Claudia's side "Give me your hand, I'll take care of it," she whispered to the stationary woman. Unthinkingly Claudia raised her hand and placed it in Gina's outstretched palm. Gina lifted her hand towards her mouth and dabbled her tongue in the weeping scarlet pool, an orgasmic release rushed through her, at the same instant Claudia sighed deeply. Raising her liquid lips she spoke commandingly, but briefly, "Come with me" Hand in hand Gina and a mesmerised Claudia walked to Joyce's bedroom. Chapter Nine: Connections Joyce had showered and planned to pop out for a bite to eat, but the overnight drive and stress of the past two days proved too much, she crashed on to the bed clad in her motel-room dressing gown and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Her rest was rudely interrupted by, what? Joyce glanced furtively around the dark stuffy room. The dressing table mirror glowed, it pulsed slowly in time with her heart beat. Cautiously she rose and walked to the odd mirror, no it wasn't the mirror that glowed, it merely reflected the red light of the knife. The light seemed lifegiving, sensuous and almost erotic. Joyce was gazing more deeply into the reflected blades image, as she pulled back the white bathrobe and dropped it to the floor. If the effect of the red shimmer was erotic on the blade, then on her body it was electric! Her eyes feasted on the sights; her full breasts quivered lightly shaking the stiffened twin tips, her stomach sloped to a red hued triangle of the silkiest hair through which peeped seeping luxuriant labia framing the hard clitoral tip, but her face, now that was the most exciting, she had the look of a hunter, a feral wild expression. Shaking she dropped the finger tips of both hands to her labia, stroking in a deliberate fluid motion. The reflection clouded shimmered and was replaced by an hallucination of two women in the throws of impassioned love-making. Her autoerotic pleasure soared, the faces of the participants became clearer, it was Gina and Claudie. Even the taboo of Gina's fate didn't quench her desire, she felt incredible, powerful and ultimately desirable. She was a goddess to be worshiped from afar and touched with reverence. She buckled against the onset of the first climax and then pumped against her desperate fingers as she climbed again and again to orgasmic heights. "HEY, WILL YOU KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE SOME OF US WANT TO SLEEP!" burst through from a neighbouring room, but fell on closed unlistening ears. Gina bucked wildly against the upturned face between her splayed thighs, her clitoris rubbing its tribade passion against the sliding muscle. Her breasts were responding to the vigorous pawing of Claudie's exploring hands, inexperienced fingers pulled well experienced teats to new dimensions. Gina curled her body forward in a graceful motion and brought her hungry mouth in contact with Claudie's virgin labia, her tongue ran the impressive length of the shaft before encircling the swollen tip. Gina felt teeth against the bud of her clit, too much, too soon she thought as she climaxed "still she has time to learn!" a gasping Gina thought. New feelings and tastes flooded Claudie's being, she had never feel so wanted, so desired, nor had she felt such desire, such need; it overflowed her capacity for expression at the point she screamed her peaking lust into Gina's liquid folds. Gina spun her body effortlessly on the sweating body beneath her, her tongue searched for and found Claudie's they kissed deeply. Claudie was amazed to feel her need undiminished; it was as if the myriad of orgasms had never happened. Why hadn't she tried female love years ago? There had been so many opportunities with Joyce, and she had thought of it but failed to act. Instead of which she had put up with the furtive fumblings of male colleagues on the digs, none of whom had meant more than a quick shag in a shared sleeping bag. Well no more, she had found her sexual Mecca, it suddenly occurred to her why Gina was such a close instant friend of Joyce's; but even her jealousy just pumped her desire higher, she was screwing a woman who had screwed Joyce! Just from the deep tonguing she hit another peak, before even Gina's hand walked down her stomach to her stiffly expectant clit. Joyce's delirium continued, but not with the initial intensity; it was as if a dream had distilled into her very soul, a dream of power absolute power - as always power made people desirable and she became supremely desirable, confident of her sexual presence in a way previously impossible. She looked back to the mirror, her wickedness had faded a little as the expression lascivious confidence had replaced it, she looked fantastic, seduced by her own appearance she began to masturbate again. Once more the mirror clouded the image of Gina's hands slipping sensuously up Claudie's body appeared, the hands centred in on Claudie's generous shaking dark-tipped breasts. Joyce was getting close her mind screamed "Feed my love yes, feed and she will join us - forever", as the couple climaxed in the New York apartment they were joined in their mutual bliss by their unseen mistress countless miles away. A telepathically linked orgy romped on into the red shimmering night. Part three of twelve, to be continued... ____________________________________________________________________ Foot Notes ____________________________________________________________________ I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 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