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Vampire Slave
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Vampire Slave
by Caesar(93)
Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and
overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight.
The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was
a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every
time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following
her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every
curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.
With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer
and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The
century old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her
footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two year-old
woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy
water, and age.
The door handle was there a foot before her, and opened up
to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a
reddish glow. As quiet as the woman could, she entered the large
cavernous room and closed the door behind her.
A scream sounded from some dingy corner where she saw a four
foot cubed cage with a naked child within. Its eyes were open
wide with fear and bewilderment. The child was reaching for Jane
with one hand through the tight bars. Multitudes of small
stringy black mammals hung upside down, still. On the opposite
wall a cocoon-like egg-shaped five foot long container hung.
Inside the egg an eerie shadow of a human could be seen in the
fetal position. The cobwebs in every corner gave the basement
the appearance of an attic. A rat tore at a slab of meat that
resembled a greyish hand. An old man knelt next to the door, his
body covered in slash marks and welts. He wore nothing except
rags and he was trembling at Jane.
The average looking housewife trembled in barely controlled
fear and disgust. She hated this place!
An old metal staircase spiralled downward into the depths.
Taking a candle from the tarnished silver holder, Jane descended
into what she considered hell.
The flickering flame only showed about ten feet in radius
and she knew the room below her was very large, in fact larger
than the floor space of the house. She stood on the well tread
gravel path. In the darkness she could hear the sound of flowing
water, metal scraping against rock, a moan of pain or delight,
and a concealed chuckle.
This was her destination!
"Hello? Is the mistress in?" She called out with fear
sounding in every word. Her voice echoed several times until the
silence overtook the sound.
It only took seconds for her to see a person materialize
from the darkness. It was a woman, a tall female with black hair
and grey eyes. A divinely beautiful woman who was the ideal of
the perfect female. She wore a circlet of gold about her waist
and another around her ankle. In her right hand she held a shiny
leather whip.
Jane dropped to her knees in fright and stammered out,
"Mistress please...I need to speak to you?!" The mistress stood
above the housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't do it!
What about my life, and my family's?"
The mistress played the whips tail about the clothed
shoulders of the housewife causing her to tremble. Slowly the
tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the
mounds of her breasts. Jane opened her mouth to speak again,
but the mistress effortlessly slapped her cheek. Jane was
sprawling several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground
but stayed lit.
The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds
later a grey figure approached Jane. The six foot creature had
small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, muscular
torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and
feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one
hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a
gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's
clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth
skin.
Jane screamed out in horror, realizing that she was in total
control of the woman she called mistress. The brute was a
creature who only lived for the distorted sense of pleasure was
to cause pain. It was a creature the housewife had the horror of
meeting one other time.
The mistress looked on, not even stopping the beast when
Jane's clothes were finally off. But watched with almost
indifferent attitude.
The beast pulled Jane up into the air effortlessly, her feet
not even touching the ground. Naked as she is, she's determined
to get through this horror somehow. Both her fists were hitting
its rock hard chest again and again to no avail. With a grunt the
grey man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long phallus.
Jane screamed out in pain!
Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her, holding onto her
hips and moving her up and down very fast. The two inch wide
cock ripped and tore her sensitive vagina causing her
excruciating pain. The housewife could take it no longer, and
begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Spots appeared before
her eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the pain. Much of
which, she would mercifully not remember.
Jane awoke, laying upon the cold gravel floor, an unknown
time later. Above her the mistress stood, her legs straddling
the housewives face. Even as she first opened her eyes, she saw
the perfectly formed vagina above her bulge up and red pee rained
down onto her face.
The housewife opened her mouth and took the long wide
stream, tasting blood. The thicker-than-piss shot onto her face
and into her mouth where she attempted to swallow as much as
possible. Though most did end up on her face and in her hair,
she still swallowed a large percentage of the thick salty liquid.
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress
stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for
the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few
inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of
her slave's hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her
mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty
woman's slit as possible.
Her tongue slide into the slim groove to flick the clitoris,
feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane is reminded of the first
time she met her mistress, a bar late night when her husband was
out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, that
chance encounter would forever change her.
Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she
couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress
told her to do something and she will do it, at least after she
gives her mistress pleasure!
A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping
husband. Everything was serene and quiet. She now wore lingerie
that her hubby had bought for her. Quiet as a cat, Jane crawled
under the blankets over the sleeping male. Working herself up from
his feet to his mid section the woman bent over and immediately
took his deflated penis into her mouth.
Few times in there ten years of marriage had the housewife
taken his cock in her mouth. Maybe that was why she had agreed to
follow that beautiful woman home from the bar that fateful night.
She knew the pleasure points on the familiar cock, and used her
tongue to press them. The mans penis grew very rapidly in her
mouth, responding to her gentle sucking. When he was hard, she
began to swish her tongue around the crown of the penis, working
her tongue into every curve and crevice. While at the same time
began to rhythmically stroke the base of his cock with her hand.
The other hand squeezed his balls and fingered his anus.
What man could sleep for long with that attention? The
husband was no different. A groan preceded his forced wakefulness.
He immediately knew what was happening and cried out with pleasure.
A hand held the back of his wife's bobbing head and held her there
making sure his pleasure would not be interrupted.
When he felt that an orgasm was only seconds away she stopped.
The husband let out a huge groan of despair, perhaps thinking she
did not want to continue. But to his surprise and enjoyment, Jane
began to kiss her way up his body. Soon she held his rock hard
cock straight up in the air while she aimed her bottom.
Jane let out squeal of delight and pain, from sensations of
her ripped and aching cunt. She wanted to pleasure her partner to
give him everything. So she began a slow gentle glide up and down
his hard pole. Jane brought her breasts down to her husbands face,
letting the hard nipples slide across his moist lips. He was
bringing his cock up to meet her cunt, and the sloppy sounds echoed
about the room.
The smell of sex and something else drifted about he room.
Hubby only noticed the strange, yet familiar, scent for a brief
second before his pleasure was too much for him. Jane groaned out,
echoing her husbands ecstasy.
Hubby growled out loudly his sperm shooting out the head of
his cock to drench his wife's vagina. The warm cum caused Jane to
finally reach her own orgasm, her vagina muscles uncontrollably
milking the cock inside her.
Soon they lay exhausted and spent, both very happy.
Hubby rubbed his hand along his wife's back and buttocks,
feeling the wonderful warmth and smoothness. He felt down to her
thighs and calves surprised and delighted that she wore stockings.
In fact it excited him again, and a familiar stirring could be felt
within both sex organs.
Yet that scent again caught his attention, when he noticed his
wife was crying gently to herself. He was about to ask her what
was wrong when he saw her left arm and then noticed much of the bed
covers. They were drenched in blood. First thing he did was jump,
throwing his wife to the side, he assumed she was hurt. Jane
again clenched him in her arms, looking into his eyes with pity and
sadness. Hubby saw a glint of ivory as his wife opened her mouth
only slightly. Two long pointy teeth were sticking out of her
mouth!
He tried to jump backwards but Jane's hands held him in a
steel grip, and long nails were breaking skin the blood dripping
down to his hands. She again rolled him onto his back and placed
both knees on either side of his hips and held him. Jane slowly
bent forward, with mouth open, a spiked tongue slithered out to
lick and moisten her lips.
Hubby got off one word before his wife placed her mouth around
his windpipe and squeezed, "Jane...!" The two teeth broke the skin
and she began to suck.
Just as she had done earlier with her two children, the
housewife sucked the life juice from her husband. After when it
was all over she lay in a heap above the man she loved.
Jane cried!
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Wrote this after another of my moads, I wanted blood and sex, yet
didn't feel like watching tv. :) Tell me what ya think, sick or
just creative?
Have a great day - Caesar.
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