Message-ID: <44681asstr$1065831002@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: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 22:53:48 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 10 Oct 2003 15:53:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 7 of 12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS Tg) Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 20:10:02 -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: hecate, gill-bates {ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 7 of 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 Nineteen: The coming together The soft thud of the chill out album pulsed incessantly in the cushion-strewn basement. As lips met, hands explored willing flesh, stroking tenderly under crumpled garments, and the room was pervaded by the sweet scent of female desire. The roost members were unhurried in their mutual lust, stopping short of the heights they normally explored together. This was a planned restraint Joyce wanted the room to be welcoming, but all of the roost needed clear minded when their invited guest arrived. Vampyre lust when fully developed clouded the mind with unearthly passions and dimmed reality to a pale shadow. This would not do the girls needed their wits about them; this was to be their first pack attack. Even so the wet succulent skin rubbing against hers was so tempting that Joyce almost peaked, it would have been too soon. Struggling with her desire she withdrew from the huddle formed by Gina, Frankie, Claudie and the most desirable of all Lesley. Joyce watched the sensuous display enacted before her and sighed; it was so tempting to go back into the throng and loose her body to the alien passion. She could clearly see Gina's erect nipples poking out savagely from between Frankie's fingers as Claudie dropped her velvet lips alternately to their hard tips, sucking them deeply between her white teeth. As her mouth moved between the buds a sliver trail of glistening saliva ran down the generous mounds towards the undulating stomach. Lesley loving caressed the tanned skin of Gina's well-defined abdomen; occasionally letting her fingers dip to skim the dense patch of damp curls nestled snugly within the twitching thighs. It was no good the desire was too strong, Joyce took two steps towards her impassioned roost mates; her journey was interrupted by a loud knocking from the door upstairs. Startled back from the brink of mutual lust she turned and flowed up the stairwell to greet her guests. She opened the door on the stimulating sight of Sherry and Trish locked in a deep embrace. Joyce could see the wet tongues probing against one another, as Trish bucked against the busy hand wedged between her black thighs. They broke their embrace and turned to look at Joyce, she was the epitome of seduction from the tip of her dark locks to the tips of her elegantly turned toes. "I had this feeling we'd meet again," Sherry whispered in barely disguised appreciation. "Welcome all is ready, I even have a floor show to titillate you even further" Joyce smoldered to the pair of them. Joyce then turned and swayed away towards the closest door in the hallway, she opened it and a warm waft of sexual desire washed its way over the newcomers. Without hesitation they entered the front door and swung it shut behind them. Mike saw the women disappear into the house as he rounded the corner, and 50 yards ahead of him the girl paused briefly before walking up to the closed door. In desperation she scrabbled at the closed door with her fingers. It opened and her slight form slipped inside the house with cautious intent. Mike grinned, he even chuckled quietly ignoring the pain from his punctured foot as he sneaked forwards; anywhere she could get into he could. Street lamps briefly illuminated his pale face as he passed them, gone was the confidence, and the healthy tan. His bouncy blond hair now hung lank against his forehead. His expression was more akin to the obsessive than the hunter, but he was sure of one thing. This was journeys end. Maldea shut the door firmly behind her back and leant heavily on it, a reassuring click sounded as the Yale lock secured the door. She had been lucky; Sherry had been too driven by her moist cunt to bother with such simple security. Her small breasts heaved up and down, she was deeply afraid. Yet something told her it was right to be here, it was her right, her destiny. Slowly she crept forwards in the darkened hallway, her hormones rushing into overdrive as her senses reeled form the sexual aura pervading the hall. She had to steady herself and willed the gasp to muted silence as her eyes feasted on the writhing bodies. She couldn't see them clearly they were just visible through the door that had been left carelessly ajar. Her pupils widened to accept the degradation flooding into them, flooding in sympathy with the urine streaming from the standing girl onto the orgy of women beneath her. Maldea instantly recognized the pissing woman, but then again how could she ever forget her. Maldea's lips opened and the tongue slid forth as if to taste the golden spray, her hands moved with a will of their own to her small tits and hungry slit. She was mesmerized by, and at the same time drawn towards the perverted act. As she moved onto the top off the stairwell she noticed the others, the spell was broken by fear of discovery and she stopped in her tracks. She had little to fear however the three standing women were transfixed by the spectacle at their feet. The centre one of the three was considerably shorter than the blond on her right or the plumper black girl to her left, however she seemed to be orchestrating things, one hand busily fondled the blonds ass while the other delved between the ample cheeks of the black beauty. Lust rose from Maldea's virgin clit, the burning passion played games with her mind and drove it wild with wanton seduction. Her masturbation took on a ritualistic air, she was a woman and she would come like a woman not like some timid child. Mike steadied himself on the doorstep and pressed his shoulder into the creaking door with all his weight and might. The door was immovable; it stood in splendid resolution rejecting his advances even when frustration added ferocity to the attempt. It refused to budge one inch, Mike stood back cursing softly, as the sweat collected on his damp locks before falling unnoticed to the step. There must be another way in, he was resourceful - he would find it and rescue Lesley. Feeling along the sidewall of the house Mike blindly made his way through the dark passage and into the back garden. Mike surveyed the shadowy rear of the property, it all looked secure. Hang on - the back door looked damaged, cautiously Mike padded painfully forward. A sheet of ply had replaced the glass in the wooden framed door, now if this was just nailed he could push it out. Still anguished by his earlier failure Mike pushed with all his strength against the wood. This time his effort met with splendid if somewhat sudden success. The ply board flew clattering to the kitchen floor; unfortunately Mike's own momentum added to his precarious balance and launched him headlong through the now empty frame. His body cleared the hole with ease, as did his legs, it was only his feet that slammed into the solid wood. Mike's involuntary scream could have woken the dead, and in fact it did. Chapter 20: Caught in the act The resounding crash from the back of the house even startled Maldea back to reality, her fingers still frantically skimmed the straining flesh bud at the apex of her tiny slit, but her eyes shot an uncertain glance towards the sound. The next thing Maldea knew strong hands grasped her firmly and lifted her from a squatting position to her feet. "Take care of the little bird Claudie" Joyce commanded as she rushed past the girl. Lesley who had the strangest feeling as she fled overtook Joyce. Lesley couldn't help but think that someone needed her protection. She must get there first. Indeed she did and what she saw drained the color from her face. Mike was sprawled across the kitchen floor with blood gushing from between his hands; he mewled like an injured animal as a crimson stream pulsed from his tightly clasped foot. There was so much blood it would drive them crazy! Defensively Lesley spun on her bare foot and spread her legs wide. She positioned herself between the rest of the roost and Mike's pathetic form. Meanwhile in the basement Maldea was coming like a woman, screaming her orgasm into the depths of Trish's slick vulva. Her childish abdomen was swollen and undulating in time to the pummeling of Sherry's fist in her once tight vagina, small vestiges of hymen flapped uselessly against the flexing wrist. Her own fingers were grappling in the depths of Claudie's overflowing slit. Maldea felt Sherry's fist tremble and go rigid inside her, through barely opened eyes she could she the blond convulsing in pleasure. Claudie must be one hell of a lover to make a girl come like that by just holding her breasts. Sherry collapsed in a heap and her hand relaxed motionless within Maldea's stretched opening. Maldea reached another peak just as Trish's large clit found and then ground against the teenagers nose. Maldea thought she would drown in the woman's juices, as a sudden gush covered her face in forbidden secretions. Trish tumbled from her mounted position on Maldea's face, and Maldea saw Claudie clearly at last; her final scream was one of terror rather than passion. Then the hands found her. "Ah so its finally decision time" Joyce spoke coldly as she eyed Lesley with uncertainty. "Leave him alone" Lesley warned. "Wrong decision girl," Frankie spoke low "I've waited for this" Frankie made a deranged grab for Lesley's neck, Lesley evaded it with ease but in so doing she gave room for Gina to slip past her. Gina pounced on Mike's fallen body, causing Lesley to spin and grip the vampyre firmly by the hair. Lesley pulled lush clumps free as she wrestled to get the lethal Gina away from Mike. "Leave him bitch, leave him alone..." Lesley left her sentence unfinished as her voice gurgled incoherently. "Time to join us" Joyce crowed in victory. Joyce's hands were firmly planted on Lesley's breasts, and their blood exchanged through the umbilici that attached Joyce to Lesley's exploding nipples. The alien blood coursed through the girl's body rampaging towards the vulnerable brain tissues. Once found the cells were transformed and the nerve impulses raced to every fiber of Lesley's body. Lesley came in a shower of red-hot orgasms each new one building before the last had time to subside. She lost control and released Gina; tufts of hair fell from her hands, and Lesley slumped to her knees. She felt the need, the desperation - she must feed - NOW! Her hands raked at the shirt on Mike's chest - shredding it in seconds. Her hunger was so intense that the serrated tubes leapt from her palms a good six inches to latch onto Mike's unwilling nipples. He turned to her in desperation. "Lesley no, Please no!" Mike's voice cracked along the edges of insanity. Mike stared directly into Lesley's wide-open slit; it seemed to wink seductively at him. The unexpected stream of hot piss hit him between the eyes, stinging and blinding them. Mike fought hard but he was trapped, and then he felt another set of tube teeth bite his stomach. Someone ripped open his trousers; and white volcanic agony hit him as his testicles were punctured, his unruly cock extended inappropriately and a final set of tubes latched onto his swollen glans. His penis spurted semen uselessly high into the kitchen that had become his torture chamber. Mike came profusely, as was fitting for any mans final ejaculation. Even long after all signs of life were gone the roost feasted on Mike and drained every drop of liquid desire he contained. The night passed in an orgy of Wampyr sex, not an inch of body was left unexplored. Maldea passed from being an inexperienced virgin to becoming debauched sex-slave with every passing minute. Finally the house calmed down, as unnatural desires was temporarily slaked. Efforts to effect repairs were now more important; they needed to be complete before the approaching sunrise arrived. The kitchen door was resealed, and the husk of Mike's once proud body was carried down to the basement and dumped in a dark corner. Disposal would have to wait - it would be dawn soon. "We will gather in the kitchen for a final ceremony," Joyce announced. As Joyce stood surrounded by her servants, her brow knotted in barely suppressed anger. "One of us has acted without instruction, has put their own desire to feed before my command," Joyce's voice thundered, "Make yourself known" Gina solemnly took a single step forwards; there was an intake of breath from all, Frankie glared at Joyce with menace as she fidgeted uncomfortably. "I instructed you to leave the man to me, you chose to ignore my command. Did you hear me, do you have telepathy?" asked Joyce with menace. "No I never..." Gina's trembling reply was cut short. "You lie, and you know the penalty for moving against me!" Joyce sneered. "You can't - you bitch, I'll kill you first" Screamed Frankie and she lunged violently at Joyce. Joyce stumbled backwards from the unanticipated contact; pain was written loud across her face, the reason became obvious. The hilt of the Bathory dagger protruded darkly from between Joyce's breasts. As the blood ran down her stomach blue flames started to lick outwards from the deeply imbedded knife. With supreme effort Joyce's hands raised and fastened on the weapon; slowly she drew it from her injured heart. She faltered and fell to her knees in agony. "Claudie" she uttered in desperation. Claudia rushed forwards and added all of her strength to the hurried task of removing the cruel blade. It was hopeless! The knife began to sink further in, and Claudia felt her body being repelled by the blade as it fed on Joyce's immense strength. With an incredible force Claudia was hurled back from Joyce's dying body. She flew and smashed into the kitchen wall, falling winded to the floor. Claudia watched in immobilized horror as her sister perished. Wicked blue flames licked up Joyce's disintegrating body. Her dark hair lit and she burned like a melting human candle, in her death throws her charred body fell forward and hit the floor - driving the blade deep into her desiccated body. Joyce was gone. Claudia regained her breath, if not her composure; tears streamed from her grieving eyes. "Seize them!" She ordered. Sherry and Trish stepped forwards and subdued Gina, while Lesley grappled with Frankie. "Banish them, NOW!" screamed a demented Claudia. Maldea opened the kitchen door and the rebellious pair was thrown from the house. The door snapped shut. "Through the power of my mind you will witness the fate of Vampyre traitors. Watch and learn" They stood in complete silence as the images from the garden entered their souls. Gina was desperately looking for somewhere to hide, Frankie watched her with pity in her eyes. "Forget it Gina, we're dead meat, come here - lets at least go out in some style" Frankie suggested. Gina was calmed by Frankie's wisdom, and walked up to her brave friend. Tenderly they kissed and relaxed, breast pressed against rounded breast, pubis against warm pubis. At last they were together and they were themselves. The first rays of morning sunlight fell on the entwined lovers and a fine blue smoke haze surrounded them. Healthy pliant flesh blossomed ugly blisters as the caustic sunlight stripped away their sin. Soon it was impossible to tell where one lover began and the other ended, the flesh melted and merged in such bubbling intensity. Slowly the bodies disintegrated and fell silently into a single mound of wind swept ash. In the kitchen the remainder of the roost stood transfixed, the fear of understanding glowing in their illuminated eyes. "So die all outcasts," Claudia announced. She then turned and walked deliberately towards the waiting basement there was not one glance back. Her frightened acolytes following in complete silence. Chapter Twenty-one: A new order All was quiet in the sleeping house, Maldea, Sherry and Trish slept in a protective huddle. Claudia had chosen a shocked Lesley as her partner and they slumbered wrapped in each other's limbs. The kitchen had returned to its customary silence, only one thing was changing in the deserted room. Joyce's cremated remains slowly crumbled to fine dust, and the once embedded knife clattered to the bare floorboards. The blade of the knife shone with a ghostly blue sheen, gradually this flowed from the blade and dripped through the yawning boards. The Bathory blade returned to its normal shade and then began to glow with a dull red light. In the basement a patch of blue liquid gathered on the dark ceiling, slowly it grew in volume and finally dripped to the basement floor. With increasing speed the droplet streaked across the floor like an electric blue stream. It swept past the sleeping bodies into the darkest corner of the room. Finding its host the droplet finally slid between the dried lips of Mike's corpse. Immediate changes ensued, the parchment skin softened, plumping itself in to glowing pinkness. The change swept down the deeply creased neck and into the once fit body. Musculature began to form, and regal blood to flow, the soft thump, thump of a distant heartbeat sounded in the still air. The blond hair on Mike head shone once again as it cascaded onto firm shoulders. From these sprung a long smooth neck that lead to the most exquisitely finely detailed face. The high cheekbones were topped with dark violet eyes gracing sockets deep with mystery. A short upturned nose was placed above a wide sensual mouth. Mike stirred and his soft hands fell to reveal small plump breasts tipped with honeyed erect nipples. At his groin the rude penile lump was replaced with a fine rounded mound, covered with downy blond fluff. The tops of the thighs were sculpted and firm, the gap where they joined revealed a fine pair of full lush labia. Mike was in fact dead, both dead and gone - in Mike's place lived Mika. Mika was a most desirable young woman. Mika dreamed of her mistress, of her cruelty and her passion. She knew of both, she had tasted both - however she still could not say which she preferred. The name teased around her mind her mistress was... it was so close she could feel its sensual texture of the word but she could not remember it. She could remember the body though the firm breasts she caressed, the large buds on their tips seemingly always erect. Elegant hands; hands that could take her to the very highest pleasure then slap her down into the depths of despair. She could remember the musky flavor of her lover's vaginal lips. They were so soft and wide - easily sliding against her tongue. The feel of the stiff nub between her fingers as she stroked the shaft of Darvulia's engorged clitoris. Darvulia - that was her name, a name to remember, a name to fear! Mika snapped out of her dream state and into the twentieth centuary basement. Claudia woke at the same instant; one thought was in her mind - survival. She was in mortal danger, but from what? She scanned the room desperately for clues, there were none? Then her mind recoiled from an intense touch. "Sister prepare to die, as impures always will" Blasted into her consciousness. "Who dare threaten a Vampyre, you will be the fatality - fool!" Claudia transmitted. "A Wampyr can tear your soul apart, I am Wampyr not Vampyre" Came the icy reply. "I can serve you mistress, spare me" Claudia pleaded. "You can serve me as can your spawn - by dying," Chided the Wampyr "Now enough idle chat come to me and die" Claudia's unwilling legs carried her stiffly towards the dark corner. Mika stepped forwards into Claudia's view, Claudia was lost - she had never seen anything as beautiful. Despite her fear her nipples hardened and thick juices ran slickly down her thighs. At once all the roost awakened, driven by the desire to protect Claudia. Sherry and Trish snarled bearing their teeth to the intruder, Lesley clawed the air and howled in sincere challenge. Despite this Mika remained calm and reached out a hand towards Claudia's breast. Claudia came at the mere thought of the embrace, but when it came it brought pain not passion. The girls rushed forwards to attack, but were stopped in their tracks by the sight of Claudie's heart still beating held high in the intruders fist. In a second Mika closed her fist and crushed the heart to stillness. As the beating stopped the attacking Vampyres collapsed en-masse. Rapidly Mika made her way to the side of Lesley's body, her features had already started to crumble. Mika bared her long canines and sank them swiftly into Lesley breast, drinking deeply of her drying blood. Lesley appearance improved and tenderly Mika returned her to the floor. Mika then drew one long fingernail across her own right wrist, and placed the weeping gash to Lesley's lips. Mika smiled as she felt the lips suckle, she had been in time, and her Lesley would recover given enough rest. Maldea had been a silent witness to the whole act, and began to wish she had never ventured from her mothers watchful eyes. "So what have we here, a little Vampyres slut," Mika spoke softly "Now you could have your uses day walker" "Don't kill me, please don't kill me - I won't tell anyone" Maldea heard her own voice echo. "Don't be scared slut, you can serve me and Lesley well," Mika smiled "In fact death always makes me wet, shall we play little one?" Maldea knew better than to reply, she simply crawled on her hands and knees to Mika and placed her lips on the bare vulva. As the intoxicating fluid flowed into her mouth Maldea lost all her fear and forgot her mother. The mistress was all that mattered; only the mistress could give such sweet pleasure. Maldea felt the hands on her hair - her mouth was mashed into the soporific flesh. Maldea's own hands parted her well used labia and Maldea's clit burst into a new life, as her fingers played she was sure she could feel it grow; it felt long and hard as it rippled to its first release. Maldea was a slave, but she now felt fully free. Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub October 2003 ____________________________________________________________________ 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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