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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights 5/12 {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
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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
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Chapter 13: A prison without bars

Frankie had been welcomed into the fold with enthusiasm; initially
Gina had just been relieved to have the situation back under control,
and to be back in Joyce's good books. Then her love fought through the
mists of dark control and re-surfaced, the lovemaking with Frankie was
relaxed and normal. It wasn't the unnatural passion-fuelled spree she
had experienced with Claudie, which had promised everything - except
contentment. As the lovers lay comfortably in each other's arms they
listened; their heightened hearing picked up the urgent escalating
sighs from the study. Frankie moved languidly and stretching against
her contentment, and she spoke in a soft whisper "Are you yourself
now?" "More than I can remember recently" Gina replied, wondering at
the words she spoke.

"Good, so how do we get out of this serious shit Gina?" a steady voice
enquired, "We can't, we are bound to Joyce, and bound to the night -
this is our future - our home now" Gina's eyes brimmed with certainty.
Frankie said nothing, but her mind was racing; She could feel Joyce's
influence inside her, cornering her will and pushing relentlessly to a
remote place. At the same time the uninvited guest was pulling up the
obscene desire, the need, and the all-consuming darkness... "Shit, I'm
getting us out of here some way, a sub by nature I may be, but you
still need permission to be my mistress" The bitter thought almost
fell through her lips, but her mind grabbed it, and held onto it. As
much as it pained her, she could not trust Gina; she was just too far
under the vampyres influence. Gina stirred and noticed the tears of
frustration running down Frankie's cheeks "What's wrong?" she asked
tenderly "Ain't nothing, I'm just glad to have found you again" At
least thought Frankie, as she kissed Gina, that's mostly the truth!

Lesley drifted down from the high that Claudie had just given her, it
was good but not spectacular; something was missing. She thought about
the climatic shortcomings as she lay there panting. In the midst of
the threesome she still felt alone. Her left hand unthinkingly drew
circles in the moisture of Joyce's sex. She had come well but
something was, well - unsatisfactory? What was missing? The experience
in the rest room at the club was more intense; the sex was perverted,
even worse (better) on the very edge of danger. She missed that edge,
the adrenaline rush, and the fear! That was what she needed; if Lesley
wasn't to be one of the roost mates one of the Wampyr she need the
high from elsewhere. The answer was at once obvious, one name, one
need one desire - Frankie. If Joyce wouldn't let her into the pack
(for whatever unknown reason) she would find her highs in dominating
the delicious redhead. Then she wouldn't be alone, it wouldn't matter
that she was ostracized from the roost. But this could be dangerous,
how would Gina and the leader react?

"Joyce I want to join you and the others!" Lesley suggested quietly
her fingers pausing their slippery circuit of the open slit "You
shall, when I decree it, now carry on with the finger massage, my
hunger rises again" Joyce commanded. Lesley chose to ignore the
command and instead stood, "I'm going to talk with Frankie, I'll be
back soon," she said with an absent air "I'll do it for you then"
There was a sudden intake of breath from a startled Claudie, who even
though only half awake could sense that the upstart's challenge was
unwise. A tiny Joyce rose to fill the space of the study "YOU WILL
SERVE ME NOW! How dare you tell me what is convenient. SERVE ME GIRL!"
Joyce's voice was filled with the threat of thunder; her eyes glowed
with a dull red passion.

Lesley obeyed instantly, and she fell to her knees, as her hands were
directed to explore the wet cavern of Joyce's liquid sex "Now lay back
girl, keep your calves on the floor and bend over backwards" Joyce
said more calmly. Once again the dominated girl complied, and crisply
arched her back; her head and shoulders brushed the floor.
Tenderly at first, and then with mounting thirst Joyce drank of
Lesley's wetness, her tongue explored every detail of the vulva before
it, and widened every orifice it found. Lesley quivered like a string
on a drawn bow. Seeing her passion Claudie moved in to twang the
stiffly erect nipples - it was too much; Lesley peaked, again and
again, and every climax brought the image caught in her minds eye into
a sharper focus. The image was desire, it was complete lust, it was
danger, and it was Frankie! Sitting between her legs in place of
Joyce, her lips waiting eagerly for Lesley's amber ambrosia to flow.

Frankie moved from the warmth of the bed to the chill kitchen, to put
a brew on for the both of them. Concentrating on the unfamiliar
espresso machine, she failed to hear a new occupant sidle towards her.
The slight tap on her bare shoulder sent her skywards with surprise,
she span to find a grinning Lesley standing behind her "Can you make
me one" she asked innocently. "I'll think about it, if you promise not
to creep around like that!" Frankie stuttered, "For you I would
promise anything" Lesley smiled her reply, and uninvited ran her
forefinger across the rounded slope of Frankie exposed right breast.
She thought she could actually feel the freckles, how could that be
possible? How could they raise to caress her fingertips so
seductively? Feeling more adventurous the finger assaulted the
crenulations below the heavy red teat.

"Can you stop that, you don't own me!" Frankie exploded, turning back
to the job at hand  "and make your own fucking drink" Deliberately
Frankie looked anywhere but at the surprised youngster. Lesley
recovered her composure and tried to mimic Joyce, "You will let me
touch you I DEMAND it!" Frankie grinned, and through the spread lips
muttered with menace "Demand what you want girly, but the next time
you touch me without asking I'll break you arm!" The set of green eyes
were unblinking below the russet hair, and glinted in defiance. Lesley
backed away a little, her features a mask of confusion. The mask
slipped and changed to astonished recognition "Your not one of us,
something's wrong" She turned urgently to leave the confines of the
kitchen, and inform Joyce of Frankie's condition "Stop right there - I
have a proposition for you" Frankie's firm voice echoed. Lesley
stopped and turned to listen. She chose to turn away from the teasing
inner voice of Joyce, and towards the more certain rewards; the
rewards that only Frankie could offer.


Chapter 14: A peek through the bars

Claudia relaxed, she felt calm, calm and supremely confident. There
was no readily identifiable reason for this, but it felt so good. She
rose and slipped on her clothes, it must be night she mused the air
felt so vibrant. There was the distinct scent of sex in the air, but
then again when wasn't there recently? She heard Joyce's voice and
turned to the sound about to speak to her, but Joyce was nowhere to be
seen! That was a little unsettling, but the sound soon faded, my there
were strange acoustics in this old house. Then she heard it again, it
was ethereal but irresistible, and the sound drew her - she left the
study and padded to the lounge.

Joyce sat dwarfed in one of the comfortable armchairs "So you heard
me, eventually" Joyce's voice now filled her head. The small form said
nothing but the monologue boomed on "So you have some power, now is
the time to use it. Claudie I need your assistance in uncovering the
greatest find of our careers. A whole other civilisation unknown to
scholars, I am path finding a new history. Will you join my quest?"
Claudia hesitated, normally she followed the senior archaeologist
without question, but not this time; something dark beckoned her very
soul.

Joyce did a seemingly unremarkable thing; she just shifted slightly
and bared the tips of her small breasts. An invisible electrifying
pulse leapt from the hard buds to the palms of Claudie's hands. She
felt an intense need to feed, dumbly she gazed as the lifelines on her
palms first smiled, and then opened to reveal the deeply serrated
edges. The ecstasy of hunger was upon her, and her vision dimmed to a
red smeared blur. She watched in fascination as someone (was it her?)
moved her hands to the offered teats, the serrations caught against
crenulated skin, tasted and then bit! Claudie experienced a mind fuck;
her brain climaxed in swirls of kaleidoscopic intensity, and reality
ran screaming from the room.

Claudie soared through clouds of red mist, a mist that reeked of
cordite. Below her the fog cleared, and men lay dying on thousands of
twentieth centaury battlefields - while dark beings scurried to and
fro. No matter how hard she looked at them she could never quite make
out the detail of the shadowy forms. Then away at breakneck speed, now
swooping over virgin forest and up, up into the higher lands. She
circled an unknown castle, and heard unfamiliar coarse tongues. On
down to a pitiful peasant village, in the muddy street a woman knelt,
crying in desolation "Sonja... Csejthe... Sonja!" Once again all was swept
away, and replaced by something frighteningly unmistakeable -
Golgotha! The crucifixion, it was the final act of cruelty by man to
god. This too in its turn faded, to be replaced by dancing throngs of
gyrating fools prancing around a golden calf.

Finally a place of refuge appeared and Giza's dry, golden sands
surrounded it. Claudie's tormented soul rushed through the hot winds
towards the sanctuary of the giant geometric shape. She entered and
scoured the ancient passages searching, always searching. When she
found it - the beauty was breathtaking, she gulped in the sumptuous
surroundings and marvelled at contents of the tomb. All to soon the
sarcophagus summoned her, and Claudie's spirit rested safe, inside the
warm red glow at the centre of the Khufu pyramid. Then she understood,
the Wampyr had always stood beside man, urging on the baseness of his
nature, feeding from the pitiful weakness of his desires. She
understood her fear of the darkness, the coldness that Joyce had
forced upon her and screamed in fury at her eternal damnation. The
archaeologist finally understood history in all its bleakness and
futility. Thankfully her senses collapsed under the impact of total
desolation, and coma claimed her.

Something moved at her feet, it was indistinct; she screwed up her
eyes and desperately focussed on the shadows gathered before her. They
became clearer; one figure knelt, while the other, legs akimbo
crouched over its accepting mouth. A smell filled the air; it was
familiar, acidic and spicy in its perfume. Gina was instantly snapped
from drowsiness, unwillingly she was to witness the act that, although
often asked to perform she had never enacted. With mounting repulsion
she watched as Lesley emptied her bladder into Frankie's waiting
mouth. How could she? After their recent passion how could she
prostitute her desire in front of her like this?

Lesley saw Gina's movement from the corner of her eye and stopped mid
flow to turn to the dumbfounded observer "Do you want some too? I have
plenty to share" the girl asked with mock coyness. Gina shook her head
violently, but at that same instant the cool eyes locked on hers, her
mouth worked over time to form the negative response her mind
screamed. The words tumbled out "Please mistress, let me taste you" As
Lesley moved towards the bed, Frankie's restraining hand found the
girls bare shoulder "Surely, a deal is a deal Frankie?" she whispered
lowly "you know the risk I am taking!" Frankie understood and she
would have stopped Lesley in her tracks. If only her personal fantasy
was not on offer so intense she could touch it, so real she could
already taste it. The unnatural desire fought within her and with
Joyce's traitorous help won.

The hand fell and Lesley slid to position, her slit above Gina's
compliant mouth. A lusty stream gushed forth, spilling from the
corners of the reclining girls mouth, and forming warm rivulets down
her elegant neck. Frankie stooped and placed her mouth over Gina's
sex, sucking it deeply into her mouth. Almost instantly the familiar
flavour of Gina's juices was joined by the heady tang of her urine.
Frankie pushed her urgent fingers to the pulsing bud of her own
clitoris, and bubbled her orgasm from delirious lips. Plans were gone;
escape was unimportant as sex once again ruled triumphant in the
dampening bedroom.

Chapter 15: The pursuit of understanding

As dawn broke the Pickup thundered through the tolls of the George
Washington Bridge. Mike blinked the sleep from his eyes, he had to
find her, I mean how crass could he be? He had finally realised that
Lesley meant more to him than his own stupid pride. It had taken some
time, but the numbness of her absence was unbearable. First he'd tried
contacting her at home, then her friends and finally at work. But
since the argument, no one had seen her. It was as if she had
vaporised from the diner, in desperation he had returned to the scene
of their public falling out. Firstly the manageress gave him a piece
of her mind about him scooting without paying, and then more usefully
she gave him the number of the beat up Ford Lesley had left in "When I
bar people they stay barred," The resolute woman announced "and I've
got your number to, so make this your last visit!"

After calling in a few favours at the local station he had an address,
well at least a location; the car had been sold from a Garage in
Manhattan, the driver had yet to log their address. All he could do
was cruise the area keeping an eye out for the plate. He would find
her, and tell her of his love. He would even admit his stupidity, if
she needed time to think, she had it. The truck shot over the raised
ramps on the roadway as the skyscrapers drew ever closer. Mike was a
man on a mission.

Claudia gasped as the life flew back into her body, Joyce filled her
field of view, and she could see but not move. She marvelled at the
sight of liquid blood running back up the compact overhangs of breast
tissue and returning to Joyce's body through savagely erect nipples. A
comforting voice soothed her fears "The paralysis is temporary, but
the knowledge is not, you are part of Wampyr for eternity. An eternity
of lust and supreme power, are you prepared for this?" Not a word
passed Claudie's lips, but a broad grin cracked Joyce's face. Unknown
languages filled Claudie's mind, slowly she grinned as the message
became clear, both clear and deadly. Life returned to Claudie's limbs
and she went to gather the others. Before they could rest there was
much to discuss.

Lesley walked through the sun-dappled streets of the East Village back
towards the club, as she moved the bag swung freely at her side the
weight of the fragments acting as a pendulum. It was odd, although she
hardly ever slept she never felt tired, or hungry it was as if
something unseen sustained her. In fact she felt great, and if she got
this right surely Joyce would see her worth and let her in to the
roost. Then she would have it all, Frankie, that hanger-on Gina and
the power.

She would finally have influence with the leader; get her to accept
her as an equal. As she swept along the sidewalk she was deep in
thought and blissfully unaware of the power she already wielded. Every
head turned for a second look, irrespective of gender they all felt
the burst of desire. Men walked on with the telltale limp of the
semi-hard-on, mothers desperately ignored the dampness accosting their
gussets and wondered at their reaction, and single girls opened their
minds to new possibilities.

Finally she arrived at the club; the Meow Mix stood lifeless, crates
of empties clustered around the entrance. A push of the door met with
stiff resistance, it was firmly locked. Lesley cursed and turned to
walk away she would have to return later, maybe even have to wait
until the club fully opened. Damn, this was going to make it more
difficult to secrete things! From nowhere a slim Hispanic girl in her
early teens appeared and hurriedly brushed past her. The girl glanced
back at her, an expression of puzzlement and surprise on her face. The
girl blushed deeply, unlocked the club door and slipped into the dark
interior in a confused rush of hormones.

Lesley turned and pounded on the door "Hi, can you let me in, I left
my purse with all my credit cards in here last night" She lied
astutely "I just clean, I can't let anyone in, go away!" a nervous
voice quavered "OK, just let me leave you my business card, then at
least you can call me if you find my purse" The door opened a few
inches and a slender hand reached out for the offered card. Lesley
gripped the left hand with her right an gently ran her fingertips
across the palm "Are you sure I can't come in for a quick peek?" She
asked sweetly. As the door swung fully open Lesley stepped from the
warmth of the street into the cool doorway.

The house was quiet; Gina and Frankie lay coiled together in post
coital repose, their arms wrapped in each other warmth. Joyce and
Claudie lay side-by-side sighing and squirming as one, as they dreamt
their joint dream.

Standing together the sumptuously dressed women cast their
appreciative eyes along the rows of peasant girls shivering in the
cold castle hallway. Erzebet clapped her hands and pointed to the
studded wooden door, Darvulia opened it and ushered the girls into a
well-appointed Anteroom, resplendent with a roaring log fire. The
girls were assembled into a row, with their rumps warming in front of
the generous fire. They were a fine collection this time; Darvulia had
excelled her self in the village. Handmaidens appeared carrying fine
gossamer gowns and silver platters filled with deep red wine in
crystal glasses. Full jugs of wine were sloshed down onto low wooden
tables.

Darvulia handed a glass of the fine wine to each of the nervous girls,
and timidly they sipped it, appreciating its smokey flavour. Darvulia
reproached them, and picking up a full glass quaffing it down in a
single fluid motion. She reached for the jug and refilled the glass,
repeating the process. The message was universal and accepted; the
gaggle of girls thirstily gulped down the rich brew, and not wanting
to offend their influential hosts recharged their empty glasses. As
the wine flowed the girls relaxed, laughing and chatting to each other
of their fortune in being invited to the fabled Castle Csejthe.
Darvulia and Erzebet stripped off their formal dresses and slipped
into two of the sheer gossamer gowns. Darvulia's impatient arm motion
indicated to the girls to do the same. The wine had done its work
well, and all reluctance had disappeared; soon a dozen naked girls
quickly compared their bodies before donning the gowns.

Erzebet and Darvulia moved to recline on a low bed and hugged each
other before starting a more intimate embrace. The girls glanced at
the couple, and then at each other unsure of what to do. Darvulia
broke her lips from the hardened tip of one rearing nipple long enough
to indicate that they were expected to copy. Stripped of their peasant
clothing and strict morals the girls complied, and throughout the room
couples paired off into impassioned embraces. Soon the boldest of the
girls had sought out the wet recesses of their friend's bodies.
Erzebet watched their fumbled lovemaking intently, and then indicated
to Darvulia with an outstretched palm, which was to be the first.

As usual her choice was impeccable; a well-rounded girl of seventeen
summers, with wide sensuous hips, a narrow waist and a pert bosom
delicately tipped with puffy pink nipples. Her flaxen hair fell beyond
her shoulders to the upper slopes of her virgin breasts. The
sculptured face's complexion was clear and honeyed, with dark eyes
smouldering above a fine aquiline nose. The full lips of her wide
mouth curled upward full of lascivious enjoyment. Darvulia freed the
girl from the clutches of her devoted friend. The succulent plop of
full-lipped vulva leaving a surprised mouth sounded, soon to be
replaced by the excited squeal of the new recipient of the hungry
mouth as the detached youth turned her lust elsewhere.

Darvulia guided the giggling girl to the side bedroom; it was sparsely
furnished with a framed bed and deep sunken tub "Play time," Darvulia
whispered suggestively into the girl's ear as she tied her hands
behind her back to one of the posts of the frame bed. Then a in an
instant a blindfold was skilfully applied, covering her dark orbs
"What is your given name?" Erzebet quietly enquired of the drunken
girl "Sonja" came the disoriented reply. As Sonja went to close her
mouth something firm filled it. The ball gag was firmly tied, trapping
her tongue just before the ligature drew tight around her neck.
Soundlessly the girl struggled as a knife drew a weeping curved red
line, first under one plump nipple, and then under the other.
Following these wine dulled incisions Sonja felt the lightest of
suckling lips descend on the wounds, gently slaking a deep thirst.
Sonja bucked as she felt the cord around her neck tighten cruelly, and
slowly the final darkness descended.

Darvulia delicately wiped the blood from the blade before returning it
to it's hiding place under the lace pillow. Secretly she ran her
fingers over the raised family crest, savouring its power. She turned
to look unsympathetically at the slumped girl; her lifeblood flowed
from a wide gash across her neck into the sunken bath. She would be
drained in another five minutes, and disposed of. Erzebet was already
selecting her successor from the debauched orgy in the adjacent room.
Darvulia smiled; soon they would all serve her mistress, but none as
loyally as her. The darkening castle welcomed nightfall.

Joyce and Claudia lay side-by-side fast asleep, Joyce's left hand
moved deeply between Claudia's legs in a steady rhythm. Claudie's
right hand twitched in magical synchronicity between Joyce's thighs.
With increasing power and frequency their mutual somnambulistic
orgasms carried them to a deeper understanding of their joint
inheritance.


Part five of twelve
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Foot Notes
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