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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 8 of 12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS
Tg) 
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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 twenty-two: A new freedom.

Lesley woke with a start confusion raced through her very soul. It
must have been a dream, a nightmare even, had all of her sisters
really perished? Moving her head gently she glanced around the still
basement, and to her relief she could make out some familiar bodies in
the dim light. Quietly she moved towards the nearest and spoke in a
whisper.

"Trish, are you awake Trish?"

When no reply came she reached out a hand to the sleeping girls
shoulder, it was so cold to the touch. Gently she shook Trish in an
attempt to rouse her, Trish let out a long sorrowful sigh and rolled
on to her back. The young features of her once pretty face were gone,
and were replaced by deep ravine like creases; the previously full
lips were pulled savagely back in a sardonic grimace - exposing chalk
white teeth in blackened gums. A death rattle gurgled through Trish's
decayed throat and the weak light in her sunken eyes vaporized like
mist before a summer sun.

Panicked into action Lesley stood and rushed to check her other roost
mates. Sherry laid flat on her back her once blond hair now a shock of
white above a wizened face. Her chest was unmoving, the breasts a
withered memory of their former glory. Tears pricked at the corners of
Lesley's eyes as she turned in desperation to Claudia for help. What
she saw overwhelmed her, and she fell to her knees weeping besides
Claudia's defiled body. They were all gone, the roost was dead;
someone must pay for this sacrilege!

As she sat on her haunches seething with agony Lesley slowly became
aware of a presence, the hairs on her neck raised in fearful respect.
She could feel the prying eyes burning through her skin and ravishing
her soul. Lesley felt pure unadulterated hatred course through her
veins, and her lips drew back in a feral snarl. Without any warning
she sprang up, and turning in one fluid motion toppled the voyeuristic
killer. Entwined and struggling they tumbled over and over on the
rough floor. Lesley savagely lunged trying in desperation to sink her
long canines into the interlopers flesh. Try as she might she could
not reach, the body under her tensioned momentarily. Lesley was
suddenly flying though the air in a graceful arc, time stood still
until she slammed heavily into a wall. Her breath exploded through her
snarling teeth and Lesley fell away from the wall limp and winded. The
killer stood up and glared down at Lesley with wicked intent.

"Why don't you just execute me like my sisters?" Gasped Lesley.

"Execute you, no I saved you - transformed you. You owe me too much to
be granted death so easily!" Replied Mika.

"I owe you, how dare you say that..." Lesley's voice trailed off
"Mike? Mike is that you? I can't see you clearly"

Mika stepped forward into the dim light.

"Mike is dead, but Mika lives on. Mika granted you Wampyr life," Mika
announced.

Lesley swallowed hard as she was confronted with the oddest of sights.
Before her stood the most desirable of women, a woman but undeniably
in some way her Mike. Lesley felt at once relieved and disappointed,
ecstatic and depressed, made and broken. She had brought him to this,
to be a travesty of nature. Pity welled within her, and she reached
towards him, her, it, as she was filled with regret and compassion.

"Mike I'm so sorry..." her sentence and her remorse were cut savagely
short.

Mika slapped away the proffered hand with a violent blow.

"You dare to pity me - your mistress? Learn your place Lesley!" Mika
spat.

Lesley quivered as an unseen icy hand closed around her beating heart
and slowed it to a virtual stop. Lesley's skin tone faded to grey, her
lips blued from oxygen starvation, and she felt on the very cusp of
death. Slowly the hand relaxed and life flowed back into Lesley's
quaking limbs.

"I can squash you like the insect you are any time I wish. It's only
the memory of love lost that keeps you alive. That and Mike's desire
for vengeance against your sins" Mika growled.

Lesley shuddered in realization of the trap she had fallen into; Mika
loved and hated her in equal measure. Theirs' would be no passion only
pain and recrimination. Friend and tormenter, an angel and devil
rolled into one; with Mika her future was full only of the agony of
spurned love.

"Now Lesley, before our days rest I desire your body. Let us fuck!"
Mika smiled with evil interest.

"Go to hell!" Barked Lesley defiantly.

"Already there, why don't you join me?" Grinned Mika.

Lesley gasped, she could feel her nipples tightening, swelling against
an unseen touch. Her breathing became ragged with desire, as the need
in her belly grew from a flicking flame into a raging inferno. Her
labia pulled back as the hard nub of clitoris pressed forward
resolutely, and thick juices cascaded from her gaping vulva. She must
come, come soon surely but no, no the desire just spiraled on. Her
bodily control gone her pee gushed out and pooled between her legs
saturating her feet. Then she felt Mika in her thoughts, the rabid
exploration of Lesley's most hidden desires, and the violent caress on
her minds erogenous zones. Lesley's need, doubled, trebled, and then
came the pleasure, a pleasure so intense it was pure beautiful pain.
The pain screamed its name through Lesley's gasping lips. Her body
writhed in erotic agony, trembling with unearthly desires.

"Excuse me for a while Lesley, I have some orders to issue to the day
walker. Enjoy yourself!" Mika smiled.

Lesley could not reply, as the pain of pleasure took her to the very
edge of reason. All she could do was to watch as Mika walked away.
Lesley's insanely frustrated body danced on in an obscene parody of
self-love. Lesley had found a new love, and an old hatred. A ball of
disgust and venom hardened within her, just as her clitoris hardened
without. A trickle of scarlet gathered at its tip and ran slowly down
the deeply ridged shaft. Lesley bucked hard against the pleasure
flowing from her body, but even now she could not come! As her desire
vaulted her into a welcome unconsciousness she had one final chilling
thought.

"I have to destroy her, or be destroyed trying. Mika must die..." 

Lesley slid effortlessly from this world into her own personal hell. 


Chapter twenty-three: Maldea's quests begin

Jeff whistled as he walked up the street towards the pool hall, his
step was jaunty his mood agreeably light. Still no jobs on the
horizon, so pool could fill his days - flunking your exams could have
some benefits after all! He swung around the corner and spun the cue
bag in his hand. As he gazed up the road he noticed a girl emerge from
one of the more distant houses with disinterest. Hang on though wasn't
that the crazy house? Jeff walked faster to confirm his suspicions,
and yes it was. The irony struck him hard - those weird women had
kids? Jeff instinctively buried his head a little further into his
shoulders to disguise his interest as he walked towards the oncoming
girl. As he got closer he could make her out a bit better, a Hispanic
kid not a bad looker but even for him she was far too young. As he
secretly observed her he felt his dick start to harden
inappropriately, lengthening and uncoiling gradually it strained
against his boxers. 

She had transfixed him; the long dark hair swayed seductively with
each step forward she took, while small breasts jiggled in
synchronicity under the white school blouse. He could clearly see the
dark nipple tipping each tiny mound through the stretched cotton. He
was now so stiffly erect that his pace slowed and he developed a
certain distinctive gait. As she got within ten feet of him she winked
and lightly pursed her damp lips. Jeff unwillingly ejaculated lustily
and buckled slightly at the knees. Her eyes flew to his groin where to
his eternal shame she must have seen the spreading dark cum stain on
his jeans. 

Jeff stood alone in post-orgasmic confusion on the deserted street,
where the hell had she gone? No one could move that fast surely?
Forgetting his disheveled appearance Jeff turned and ran to the
distant corner. What ever he had expected to see it wasn't what he
saw. The street was empty but for a single person, it was not the
girl, it was a heavily pregnant woman. Her head was back; eyes shut in
ecstasy as her slim arm stretched over her bugling belly holding up
her skirt and letting her other hand plunder the contents of her
pants. For the second time that morning his dick sprang its sticky
head forth, what was happening to him, what the hell was going on? He
had to find out!


Maldea walked on mildly amused by the mayhem around her, such powers
she had been given, now this was fun with a capital "F". Maldea gazed
under discretely lowered eyelids at her latest victim; a tall traffic
cop reclined against the graffiti strewn wall, his fly torn open he
pumped at his long cock as streams of spunk splattered the sidewalk
and his dark blue uniform. This was so good! Maldea extended her hand
and rubbed the slippery helmet of his stiff penis. As she raised her
hand to her lips to savor the flavor of his cum, her fun was cut
short. Maldea felt an icy grip on her excited heart; her mind received
the rebuke directly, and reeled from the impact.

"You have played enough, I told you not to attract attention. Control
yourself and the powers I have entrusted in you, or suffer for
eternity! You have been given your tasks, now complete them - or die
young!" Mika's voice was as terrible as it was irresistible.

Maldea once again dropped her eyes and returned to her original route,
back to the school. As she walked on she could not resist one quick
taste of her sticky fingers, yes it was good. Smiling to herself she
quickened her passage towards the School of the Sacred Heart.

Sister Agnes sat alone in her study preparing for today's lessons. She
wished sometimes that her calling had been towards the certainties of
the biblical texts her colleagues taught. However god had filled her
with awe for the mysteries of the world and universe, and her calling
to the science that enabled the understanding of these phenomenons.
Once, before her conversion, this had been fulfillment enough but now
she understood her true god given task. It was to unite the
understanding of science with the certainty of faith and to explain
this wonder to her pupils. 

Agnes sometimes worried she would not be up to god's calling. These
girls were more interested in boys and rap music than either science
or religion. To attempt to instill the awe and wonder she felt into
their hearts seemed a hopeless, thankless task. Agnes chastised her
negativity and placed her palms gently together, closing the world
from her eyes. After a few moments' contemplation and prayer she felt
refreshed and revitalized and left the clutter of her office for the
first lesson of the day. Maybe today someone would be converted; yes
she felt it in her bones today would be the day.

As usual the class took its own sweet time to settle down, but
eventually the lesson progressed, developed and ended. As the class
started to clear Sister Agnes felt a little disappointed, no flashes
of light or instant converts, just another group of hormone endowed
giggling girls. Was this really her reason for being here she
wondered.

"Please Sister I need your help" 

The sudden communication broke through Agnes's contemplation
eliciting, a minor startled jump. Agnes laughed at herself, and looked
up at the source of the polite enquiry. She was surprised to see
Maldea standing before her, this girl was usually too insecure to ask
anyone for anything.

"Sorry Maldea, I was miles away. What sort of help" Agnes asked
kindly.

"I have a crisis, a crisis of faith, please help me Sister," Maldea
implored, "I don't think I believe any more!" 

"We all are challenged in this way sometimes Maldea, pray for guidance
and two "Hail Mary's" now on your way" Agnes motioned Maldea to the
door and her next lesson.

Maldea reached out and grasped the Nun's arm; her grip was tight
enough to hurt.

"I fear for my mortal soul please I need you, not prayers you must
save me from myself" Maldea's voice quavered, it was full of badly
suppressed emotion.

Agnes winced from the powerful grip, and was just about to forcibly
remove the girl's hand from her arm when she realized; this is the
test!

"Maldea, I have a free period now, come with me and we will discuss
this. My study is private if you prefer to discuss this alone?" Agnes
asked resisting the desire to rescue her bruised forearm.

"Yes I can't say what I have to confess to anyone else in the school,
please save me from myself" Maldea relaxed slightly, the blood flowed
back into her tingling knuckles.

"Good," sighed Agnes "follow me Maldea" surreptitiously the nun pumped
her fist to get some feeling back into her arm.

Agnes whisked through the doorway and along the corridor with purpose.
As she led the sullen teenager she wondered what she was about to
hear. Undoubtedly Maldea had discovered masturbation and was finding
it hard to resist, and the passion made her doubt her faith itself.
She was just the age, and her insistence that she herself was the
problem fitted the normal pattern. She would guide her Agnes had
plenty of experience of teenage angst, and her own licentious nature
tempted her nightly. Agnes had been through this conversation with
several girls over the years, and may be this time she could actually
help. Of course she could help - her premonition had told her that
much. Confidently Sister Agnes opened the door to her study, and
invited the devil to sup within.


Chapter twenty-four: And so to hell


Lesley awoke in an unfamiliar bed, but it was comfortable and
sumptuous and from her position on her back she could see the delicate
silk canopy above her. Elegantly carved posts rose from the beds
corners and were sumptuously draped in the same expensive material.
Lesley felt warm and safe, secure in her new surroundings. Lesley went
to stretch and get up - after all this place warranted exploration.
However she could not move, not one muscle all she could do was gaze
upwards at the billowing material. Lesley heard a door open to her
right, she strained her eyes as far as they would go, and still it was
no use - the door was beyond her peripheral vision. She heard a few
foreign spoken words someone was here, surely they would help her.
Lesley tried to speak, and with a great effort managed to move her
tongue.

"Mhhhmss, Mhhmmmmsss" Lesley strained to form any words.

"So Darvulia our guest is awake and noisy, prevent that could you?"
Asked a clear aristocratic voice.

Before Lesley's eyes a mask appeared, no not a mask - it was a scold's
bridle! Lesley's face distorted in fear, but she could do nothing to
prevent the bridle being secured forcibly in place by unseen hands.
Her mouth was filled with the sharp metallic tang of rusted metal,
worse still a pointed outcrop of iron bit onto her tongue. To move her
tongue now would result in nothing but lacerations, but no sound would
escape from the stifled mouth.

"Excellent, now lets get the formalities over shall we, I am Erzebet
Bathory and this is my consort Darvulia. Your mistress Mika, blood of
my blood, has sent you to us for training. You will learn the secret
desire for pain, the lust of immortals, and join us. This is your
destiny, it always was" The unseen orator announced in a ceremonial
tone.

Lesley made a desperate bid to regain control of her body she knew now
she must flee! Her face creased in concentration, and sweat beaded on
her knotted brow, every fibre of her being screamed for freedom. The
result was nothing, other than her expression nothing changed. In a
fleeting second her expression shifted from complete concentration to
abject fear. She was at their mercy!

"My you are a spirited one, never mind we will break you. Pleasure and
pain, pleasure for us and pain for you. Darvulia - prepare!" Erzebet
commanded.

In one fluid motion the sheet covering Lesley was ripped from her
naked body. Darvulia moved silently to the bedside, a cutthroat razor
open in her right hand. Without ceremony she placed the blade on
Lesley naked stomach and swept it down through the hairs of Lesley's
dark mound. Lesley trashed her tongue impaling the spike still deeper,
as the hairs were torn from her pubis. The agony doubled once the
blade slipped between her outstretched legs and dragged the down from
her unlubricated lips. Lesley screwed her eyes shut to block out the
razors burn, then suddenly it was gone, and pure relief flooded her.
Then an instant later Darvulia's face filled her vision, it was savage
in its intense beauty. The deep violet eyes drank deep of Lesley's and
she could feel the close scrutiny of her will. Without warning her
head was jerked violently up as her tormentor grabbed and tugged a
handful of black hair.

"Still defiant then, I will mark you accordingly!" Darvulia chided.

The dragging razor scrapped painfully across Lesley's scalp as the
first lock of hair was shaved away. As Lesley watched its dark curl
slip past her face on its way to the floor tears streamed down her
cheeks. Was she to be left with nothing, to be stripped bare of her
own being? Darvulia worked on with a cruel determination and soon dark
hair adorned the sheet below Lesley's newly baldpate. Lesley could
feel the cold castle air ravaging her sore shaven skin, it prickled
with a savage icy intensity. She felt naked, exposed and used - her
very persona ripped open for all to view.

As she lay there bleeding Darvulia and Erzebet mounted the bed; the
consort straddled her head while Erzebet parted her legs over Lesley's
newly denuded mound. Simultaneously they dragged back the draws under
their gossamer gowns and peed lustily on to the trapped girl. The
torrents of acidic urine spayed over Lesley's raw and cut skin. Each
droplet stung and burnt as it splashed and trickled its painful route
to the now saturated sheet. Even through the agony Lesley was aware of
her desire mounting, as her nipples reared unrepentant into the cold
castle air. 

It seemed impossible to her but the pain and humiliation was turning
her on! The debauchery was enticing, and the pain delicious in its
splendour. One wet pubis descended towards her encased face; suddenly
the bridle was gone, and a wildly thrashing pubis replaced it. Pain
seared though Lesley ravaged tongue as it mashed against the urine
soaked vulva. The pain developed and twisted in Lesley's entrails and
became desire; impure unadulterated passion pulsed through the shaven
slave. 

Lesley felt the other slit slide forcefully against her naked mound,
gradually it shifted bringing Erzebet's vast swollen bud in firm
contact with her own smaller clitoris. Lesley murmured her delight and
responded by pressing her shaft against the solid dome. All too soon
it slipped away and descended further - finally pressing against the
rosebud of Lesley's anus. The sphincter relaxed and Lesley felt her
anal walls stretching against the pistoning invader. She had never
felt anything remotely like this; true disgust mixed with hot wet
desire. 

The slit above her mouth slid away, thrusting its hard clitoris
against the bridge of her nose. Her tongue touched and tasted a bitter
sponginess; against her better judgement her tongue rolled up, and
pushed itself deep into Darvulia's rectum, flicking tenderly against
the solid muscular walls. Her anus filled with one woman's clitoris
and her mouth defiled with another woman's heady aroma Lesley finally
came. Her will was crushed; her soul sold to the highest bidder, to
all but her mistresses' Lesley ceased to exist.


To be continued...   

Part 8 of 12.
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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub October 2003
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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. Please address comments to
yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com
 
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