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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights 6/12 {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.
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Chapter Sixteen: Meeting is such sweet sorrow

A soft plop sounded as the fragment slid from Lesley hand into the
cold water of the low level cistern. Three pieces successfully hidden,
two still to find locations for. She had been instructed by Joyce to
spread them around to ensure a casual observer could never find more
than one piece. It didn't make a lot of sense to Lesley and as was
more than typical she had not been let in on the secret. Lesley poked
her head outside of the restroom and listened intently before moving
on, judging by the quietness of the club the cleaner was still busy
downstairs. In minutes the final fragments were shadowed away and
Lesley strode confidently down the stairs.

All was quiet as she dropped from the last step, and Lesley shouted
cheerily

"Thanks I found my purse," into the unlit cavernous interior.
 
"I'm off now!"

There was a brief muffled reply; there was something about the retorts
timbre that enchanted Lesley. She decided to seek out the speaker, her
legs seemed to know which way to go; after a few steps her other
senses caught up, the sweetest of smells - so rich she could taste it
on her tongue, the most velvet of lips brushing softly against hers.
Blindly she felt her being drawn towards something pure, virginally
innocent. Her sole intent was corruption of such innocence it was too
tempting, too easy.

Joyce stirred in her day-time slumber, her dreams pulled apart from
her sisters; Claudia alone saw the dispatching of the remaining
peasant girls. For seconds that stretched into years Joyce's mind was
blank, until the call came. The call whipped through her rest and
transported her soul to a very different bedchamber. At it's centre a
dark haired woman reclined, Joyce's mind cowered as the unspoken words
rang in her mind.

"Welcome novice into the presence of Erzsébet Bathory, council member
of the Wampyr high command. Fear for your immortality, my will rules
supreme here."

Joyce felt her body pushed down into a supplicants pose. 

"What do you want with me?" Joyce's words froze in the chill air.
"Want with you," Erzsébet cruelly laughed "nothing, from you,
everything. You are the most useful of our new recruits, and you are
truly privileged. Most vampyres never met one of the true Wampyr, let
alone consort with one. However needs drive us, man is close to
defeating us, not by power or wisdom but by his fascination with
science"

"Defeat us, man is too weak willed, surely?" Joyce asked in
astonishment.

"True, but he would not even know of his victory, or need to fight the
battle. As always he would stumble forth in stupidity, but he would
still win!"

"How, when all we need to do is take of his blood to enslave him?"
Joyce questioned the mistress.

"His blood, yes it is both our strength and our weakness. Humans
produce intoxicants in their blood when they have pleasure; it is
these we feed on not the blood itself. True Wampyr cannot produce the
intoxicants themselves and without our regular supply we fade, we can
pass on our nature to humans through the bite, or more rarely we can
find orphans"

"Orphans?" Joyce furrowed her brow.

"Yes, like you, somewhere in your ancestry a vampyre bit, but did not
complete the bite. One of your forebears was strong or wiley enough to
escape. The bite was carried through your bloodline to you, an orphan;
you do not need the bite. Any contact with a vampyre or its property
will turn you"

"So how will man defeat us, there must be many orphans?" Joyce quizzed
further

"Many thousands, but soon with his science man will find them, cure
them and in the process destroy us. Our touch damages man; if the
orphan has no contact with a vampyre by middle age it will perish
young. Man will soon have the power to detect this and cure it. If
that cure was given to all - Wampyr could not infect humans"

"We would die out!" Joyce interjected her eyes widening.

"Yes, and you are tasked to find and seduce one who can prevent that
happening, we need to fight fire with fire, find me an accursed
scientist! Do not fail me Wampyr hate is not to be endured"

Abruptly the dream ended, back to welcoming blankness Joyce's soul
fled carrying Erzsébet's task wedded to its core. In her sleep Joyce
turned her black hair swept across her features, black except for one
streak of the purest virginal white.

Maldea wondered at the new feelings her young body produced, oh she
had touched herself before, but never with such urgent purpose. Her
dark toned hands dipped under her panty band and spread the collecting
dew towards the sparse hairs of her smooth mound. Her breath whistled
between semi-open lips as her panting deepened. Maldea's mind used her
mothers voice to scream at her, to stop the thoughts and the
plundering digits, before they sullied her. Desire was stronger than
the upbringing, and the body responded faster than the guilt could
cope with. Images of soft female flesh hung before her, succulent
peach skinned breasts, deep liquid valleys, her wetness played against
her fingers as the pleasure surged, Maldea spiralled into her first
orgasm of womanhood.

Lesley pursed her lips, and then licked them slowly in appreciation of
the impromptu floorshow she had just witnessed. Her boot tip reached
out to nudge the girls left foot. She jumped, startled and staring.

"Its alright, that was lovely - would you like to learn more?" Lesley
asked in smooth languid voice.

"No, leave me it's wrong, I'm bad - I need confession, I'm..." The girl
cried in terror.

"What you need the church can't supply, but I can" Lesley grinned
stepping out of her discarded pants.

"Stay away from me I'll scream," threatened the seated girl.

"You will, but you'll have to make me scream first" Lesley laughed
throwing her skirt over the girls upturned tear streaked face.

Maldea struggled against the flesh being pressed into her face, trying
desperately to avoid contact with the slippery slit. It was hopeless;
the lips found hers and pressed savagely down smearing juices in their
wake. Another outrage, nimble fingers sought the tender nipples on the
under-developed chest. Once more her body started the sweetest of
betrayals, her lips opened a fraction and met slick pungent skin, the
taste was pure temptation. An inexperienced tongue explored the
flavour further and all was lost, lost and found in an instant. The
girl worshipped between Lesley's stretched legs feeding her newfound
desire. Olive skinned hands plundered the small wet vulva for the
second time as Maldea discovered the bud of her polished clitoris.

Mike swung the pickup into East Houston, It was getting late, and he
would need to find somewhere to hole up for the night soon. His eyes
flicked alone the sidewalk looking for accommodation, 237, nope 251,
nope, 269... Lesley! She just appeared before him sauntering away from
the street corner doorway. Mike slammed on the brakes and rammed the
right tires unceremoniously up the kerbstone. He searched in
desperation for her, and flew from the seat to head up Avenue B in
desperate pursuit.

"Hey buddy, you can't leave it there I've got a delivery due" An
unseen voice challenged.

"Buddy"

"BUDDY,"
 
"YOU ASSHOLE!"


Chapter Seventeen: Best left alone

Frankie still fought against the lure of the vampyre life, but her
resistance was waning. She still berated her lack of willpower when
Lesley had initiated the threesome, not that Gina had complained. It
was just that the real Gina would have complained, just as the real
Frankie would have stopped the errant Lesley. Tears pooled in
Frankie's eyes, they were quickly swept away, as must be any other
telltale signs of free will. Frankie pulled her emotions in line as
the others filed into the lounge. Joyce radiated confidence as she
spoke to the group.

"Lesley will soon return from the Meow mix; where she has been laying
the bait. Soon our victims will come to us, making our presence harder
to detect. It also avoids the risk of us being unable to return here
before the dawn launches an obscene sun into the sky. Your task is to
entertain our guests, entertain and extract vital information. We are
searching for a scientist, or even better a molecular biologist to
convert to the cause. Why this is needed you do not need to know,
simply contact me, my or sister Claudie with any information. Anyone
converting such a contact for personal pleasure will be outcast!"

"What do you mean outcast?" asked an inquisitive Frankie.

"Just that you will be excluded from the house and the roost" Joyce
stated.

"But, we'd die!" Gina gasped open mouthed.

"Just so and quite horribly, so no mistakes" Smiled Joyce.

"Frankie could I have a word?" Joyce added "Alone"

Claudie led Gina out of the lounge, her arm slung loosely around the
girl's waist. Frankie watched them depart; it still hurt to see Gina
with someone else. As the linked figures disappeared Joyce spoke in a
hushed but threatening voice.

"Always the one to question, never quite able to hide your
impertinence are you Frankie"

"No offence Joyce, I'm just the nosey kind, you know?" Frankie gulped,
even towering over Joyce's slight form she still felt small.

"I know, Frankie, I know you had time to build up resistance before
you bite was completed. I know you are a rebel, but I will crush you
if you oppose my will" Joyce's voice grated with hard-edged hate.

"Oppose you why would..." Frankie's sentence was cut short by a
thrusting hand grabbing her throat. As if weightless she was lifted a
full six inches from the ground.

"Oppose me and watch Gina die, oppose me and I will make her the
outcast. I will force you to watch her flesh stripped by the noon sun,
you will see her change right before you into something you can't bear
to look at, let alone touch! Do we understand each other?" Joyce
looked deeply into the shocked eyes.

"Yes, you're killing me, please" Frankie croaked.

Joyce lessened her grip and returned a shaken Frankie to solid ground.

"Good, it's best to be clear, it saves a lot of bad feeling in the
long run," Joyce smiled. "Now show me there is no bad feeling Frankie"
Frankie stooped and kissed Joyce, lightly at first, but then with
increasing passion. Frankie's hands slid easily down Joyce's back and
pulled the twin globes of her ass-cheeks apart. An insistent finger
probed against a resistant sphincter, then popped into the pliant
depths. Joyce sighed heavily and relaxed back onto the sofa, she
looked up into Frankie's adoring eyes and grinned. As the lapping
began to spread wetness up her slit Joyce closed her eyes in pleasure.

Frankie's loving pupils watched Joyce carefully through the fuzz of
pubic hair, they kept all their warmth until it was safe, safe to let
the hatred shine in their depths.

Maldea hurried through the cleaning, for the first time ever she was
running late, damn that woman! She was going to be in trouble here and
at home if she wasn't careful. Just the stalls to finish and she was
done, a quick disinfect would have to do today. The final bowl
gleamed, one quick flush and it would be done, and clunk! The handle
moved but struck something, Maldea shoved her gloved hand in and
pulled out the obstacle. The door downstairs opened, hurriedly she
flushed the toilet again success! She slid the obstacle into the
pocket of her apron and raced downstairs.

"Hi, Maldea I thought you be gone, won't Mamma be worried?" Asked
Petra the barmaid.

"All finished, just a bit slow today, bye!"

As Petra watched the teenaged butt disappear from the club door, she
laughed silently; Mamma really didn't want her little Maldea near the
guests. Petra could see her point the girl did have appeal, but then
there were limits - after all who would risk jail just to corrupt
Maldea.

Lesley sat opposite Mike looking cool and unflustered. Mike tried his
best to play the same poker card - miserably as it turned out. Sweat
beaded his forehead, and concern furrowed his brow.

"Why did you follow me Mikey, just go home it's too late" Lesley
sounded supremely calm

"It is not too late, and never will be - that's what I came to say, I
will wait however long it takes. However long you need, Lesley I love
you" Mike spluttered.

"Love won't help this time, everything's changed, you need to
understand that, AND GO!" Lesley had added a touch of steel to her
voice.

"No, nothings changed, I'm me, you're you" Mike responded.

"Didn't you see the club I came from, it's a lesbian club understand,
it's over" Lesley's expression was coldness personified.

"I saw, but I don't believe, this woman's pulled you into some cult,
hasn't she" Mike spat.

"No I am doing what I want," Lesley stood to leave the small Café
"goodbye Mike, go home!"

As Lesley turned Mike caught her arm, in a flash Lesley leant back
hard on the heel of her boot. The pressure of the stiletto slid
through the leather upper of Mikes Nike trainer and then sunk and inch
into the top of his unprotected foot. Mike screamed his agony, and by
the time his head had cleared she was gone. He paid the check and
rushed through the door, limping along Avenue B for all he was worth.
It was hopeless, his left trainer was filling with blood, and the pain
slowed him to a crawl he had lost her!

Slowly flatteringly he made his way back to the pick up, or rather
where the pick up had been. A joyful storeowner greeted him, and
shoved the notice in his hand "Betsy" had been impounded. Shit, the
day just got better and better! As he stood there cursing he noticed a
slip of a girl walk up to the club door that Lesley had emerged from.
She knocked, had a brief conversation with and unseen person and
turned clutching a set of keys, before dropping them into the pocket
of her apron. For no sane reason he decided to follow the girl maybe,
just maybe, she could lead him to Lesley.

Had Mike only known how close he was to her, Lesley stood fifty yards
behind him, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was so close to going
to him, but she couldn't. No way was she going to draw him into this;
she spun on her bloodied heel and set off towards the setting sun, and
the despised roost that was home.


Chapter Eighteen: Home to roost

Lesley paused before entering the quiet kitchen; she needed a second
to compose her thought. She had to keep her meeting with Mike a
guarded secret, there was little doubt that Joyce would hunt him down
mercilessly if she found out. She put on her "mission accomplished"
face and entered the dark room. At once she felt Joyce's presence and
knew she was needed in the basement. As Lesley teetered down the
narrow steps Joyce spoke.

"Well done Lesley, come join us - the ceremony will being shortly. You
will soon join us fully"

The idea thrilled Lesley, Mike was suddenly a distant memory, and she
beamed in gratitude, bubbling her words.

"You mean it, Joyce - join you all, When!"

"Just as soon as we locate our new servant, you may need some patience
- as you know I am careful in my selection" Joyce smiled warmly.

Lesley's spirits soared; Joyce would recognize her efforts at last.
Black hair bobbing she skipped up to Frankie's side and planted a kiss
full on her surprised lips. To Lesley's delight the sensual reply was
deep and passionate. Frankie's hands stoked her breasts gently teasing
her cotton-covered nipples. Breathless she pulled away; as she did she
noticed they were not the only entwined couple in the room Gina and
Claudie were busily petting on the cushion-strewn floor. For an
instant it crossed her mind that Frankie was trying to make Gina
jealous, but truth was Gina wasn't even aware of Lesley's return. Her
mood lifted to dizzying heights; at last it was all coming together.

Maldea was alone in her bedroom sulking slumped unladylike on the bed;
Mamma had grounded her for a week. Her voice had carried such
accusation, and after the days events Maldea had blushed at just the
wrong moment. The grounding she could deal with, there was always the
well-used drainpipe escape route; but having her cleaning job taken
that was the pits, even when she wasn't grounded she would have no
money. Full of anger she stood and stripped off the useless apron
sending it flying across the small badly wallpaper room. It hid the
wall with a thud; the shock threw the mirror fragment tinkling across
the bare floorboards.

"Hey, what are you banging around for, it's all your fault!" Mamma's
voice echoed from below.

"Sorry, Mamma I dropped something, no harm done"

She listened carefully for footfalls on the steps, when none came
Maldea dashed across the room, scooped up the fragment and hid it
under her pillow. She then lay back and switched on the battered
radio, tweaking the volume as low as it would go. Her long fingers
flicked up the light switch, and she waited for the Latin rhythm to
carry her away from the boredom that was her life.

The effect of the light going out was less than relaxing for Mike,
hell no, she couldn't go to sleep at eight O'clock at night; what
self-respecting teenager did that. Mike turned up his collar against
the drizzle, and eased as much pressure off his sticky left foot as he
could. Standing here didn't seem much fun, but at least it hurt less
than walking - the other reason was even simpler, he had nowhere else
to go.

Petra nipped out from behind the bar to swing a possessive arm around
Sherry. The tall blonde glanced down at the bar maid, mildly confused.

"Hi Pet, I thought we were ancient history. What's up?" asked Sherry
smiling.

"Not sure, but ever since I got here today the place seems different,
kinda spooky I s'pose" Petra stuttered.

" The ghosts of lovers past, returning for you no doubt!" Sherry
giggled.

"No I'm serious - something's off center here. Will you keep an eye
out?"

"Yeah, sure don't worry yourself, Sherry's here" The mirth disappeared
from Sherry's eyes, but the confusion remained.

Early bird custom appeared at the bar, and Petra dutifully disappeared
in a flurry of curves. Sherry spotted Patricia and motioned to her
friend.

"Trish, is Petra using again?" Sherry enquired in a hushed tone.

"Not, that I know, nothing since the two of you..."

"Yeah sure," Sherry quickly cut in "so how are you doin' girl?"

"Fine - hell it's cold in here" Trish shivered.
"Oh don't you start, here I'll warm you up - would the lady like to
dance?" Sherry winked, and dropped on hand to slap Trish's attractive
rump.

"Enchanter, Madame," Trish replied with a giggle.

Joyce stood surrounded by her acolytes, in front of her on the table
lay two items, the Bathory knife and the remaining fragment of mirror.

"This first scan will only affect those already touched by the roost,
and prepare the others for the second touch." Joyce intoned.

Joyce picked up the sacred blade and ran its tip across her plump
nipple. A crimson splash of blood wetted the blade to the hilt. Joyce
inverted the knife and let several thickening droplets fall on to the
mirrors dull surface. At once the walls of the lounge were bathed in a
dull red light.

"Come let us retire to our desires in the basement, the message is
sent."

Amid the plethora of lights in the Meow mix the dull red glow was
lost, none noticed its sinister tinge. All however were affected, the
touch reached into their souls and planted its dark seed. For those
who had touched before it was much more profound - it started as an
unsettling urge and grew into desperation. Trish and Sherry paused
from their impassioned dancing, and withdrew silently to the sidelines
of the throng. They looked at each other and saw the same unspoken
need. Not even pausing to slake their considerable thirsts they walked
past their drinks and out of the pounding club environment onto the
damp sidewalk. Raising their snouts they savored the dank air, the
message was clear and the call irresistible. Sherry slipped her arm
through Trish's as they fell into step. The night had called, and they
must answer.

Maldea's dream rose to fever pitch, she ran through the graveyard in
sheer panic. Her panic was driven by the feeling that it would get
away from her, leave her stranded forever as an unknowing child.
Behind her she could hear mamma steady steps, to her side the
illuminated church beaconed its welcome; but she wanted none of it she
wanted - corruption! The gossamer gown billowed around her body as she
ran, her sweat plastering it seductively to her slim body. She turned
the corner and ran into the arms of...

Abruptly she awoke, terrified and stimulated in similar amounts; she
knew - she must answer the call. Maldea crept down the drainpipe
silently, her route to paradise already planned. She dropped from the
window ledge to the street, and set off at pace so intent on her goal
that everything else fell outside blinkered vision. Maldea's natural
caution would normally have registered the limping form on the far
side of the road tonight it did not. A second couple set out on a
one-way journey.


Part six of twelve
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Foot Notes
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payment for my work. Please address comments to
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