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             {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 2 of 50
             [Yotna El'toub] (F/F, F/f, inc, MC)
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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 two: Trouble

In the middle of the darkened room stood a red covered plinth, the centre of 
attention for a reverential, hushed audience. A dark skinned couple, naked, 
and writhing in the throes of their ecstasy, adorned the plinth. The only 
light shone down on them, highlighting every dimple and strained muscle in 
the back of the uppermost performer, as avid eyes drank in each rivulet of 
sweat. There was no hidden intimacy; all was on display as the wildly 
coupling duo climbed towards their next mutual peak.

Warm receptive openings clung to the uniting shaft, and ragged breaths rent 
the still air. An eruption of cries rose from the throats of the lovers, who 
peaked, and then the sound stilled to gentle murmuring. Finally - one 
exhausted woman rolled off the other.

"Well?"

A tall Germanic woman who had appeared beside the sweat soaked dais
spoke the impatient word.

"Nothing..." Jolene panted, "Nothing at all,"

In a practiced motion, Jolene slid the flexible dildo from her body, and 
turned her gaze on her spent lover.

"Manda, are you OK? Manda!" Jolene's voice raised a pitch.

Jolene shook Manda's lax shoulder, trying to rouse her.

"No! No, Jolene - she's entranced, leave her..." Margit boomed.

Despite her concern, Jolene reacted instinctively to the command,
snapping her hand away from her sister's sweet skin.

"Manda, listen to me. What do you see? What do you feel?" Margit asked.

Manda only twitched, sighed and smiled. Then in a fluid motion, she curled 
herself into a foetal ball, her full lips peeled back, and emitted an eerie 
hum. The volume of the sound increased until it bit at the eardrums of the 
assembled. The sound peaked, and Manda broke into a singsong voice.

"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble" Manda sang.

"Sheeit, what the hell's that?" Jolene asked, rhetorically.

"That, m'dear is Shakespeare," Alison proudly announced.

"I know that - fool. But why is she saying it?" Jolene growled.

Further conversation was cut short; all eyes were drawn back to Manda. Her 
body straightened itself violently, and flew into the throes of a full-blown 
seizure. Agonisingly she shuddered and contorted on the small platform. 
Margit moved quickly, threading her arms through Jolene's; she held the 
frightened black girl firmly, rooting her to the spot.

"She'll be fine; Manda will be back with us all very soon,"  whispered 
Margit.

Finally the wicked contractions of Manda's body stilled. Seconds later, she 
sat up smiling.

"The power has been used. A route to the orphan has been gifted to us!"

Lascivious laughter filled the darkened cellar.

                 -----------------------------

Rachael sat alone in her bedroom, thumbing through the latest copy of 
'Glamour', bored out of her senses. When she reached the fashion pages, her 
attention was caught by a stunning leather creation. It was sensuously 
draped across a smouldering model; immediate images danced in her mind. 
Unconsciously, her mind slipped the neckline a little lower revealing a 
crinkled nub, Rachael groaned and smacked the pages shut.

Tears misted her vision.

'What's wrong with me, why am I so...'

She flopped onto her bed, burying her face deeply in the pillow. Long sobs 
wracked her young frame; as she fell into her private hell.

'I'm not gay! I know I'm not, Darren knows I'm not. It's just not true' 
Rachael's despair thundered back into her mind.

"Rachael, Rachael, it's time to go!" her mother shouted up the stairs.

"I'm not going!" Rachael yelled back.

"Yes, you are, my girl, this is important."

Rachael stomped from her room and down the stairs. She avoided her mother's 
gaze, and stood with her head hung. Idly she kicked the wall with her heel, 
moody to the last.

"Come on Rach, car now! Let's just get this over." her mother said, frowning 
at her youngest daughter.

The car journey proceeded in stony silence, eventually Susan tried once 
more.

"Look Rach, if this man gives you the all clear, you can go back to school 
tomorrow."

"Great, back to all the teasing, give up mum - you don't understand!" 
Rachael murmured.

"Darren will be there..." said mum.

Yeah, if he will still speak to me. He might not want to talk to a..." 
Rachael's voice tailed off.

Susan shifted down a gear, and pulled up on the hard-standing outside the 
surgery. She got out, stared for a moment at her seated daughter, and then 
walked to the passenger door. Susan swung the door wide open.

"Out, come on, just a chat with a doctor - that's all it is."

Unwillingly, Rachael left the security of the car, and slunk towards the 
door. Behind her, Susan locked the car, sighed and then followed Rachael 
into the surgery.

'I wonder which of us is the most nervous. Rachael's right, I don't 
understand, not at all,' Susan thought.

The doctor looked up briefly from his desk; he motioned Susan and Rachael to 
sit down. For what seemed like an age he flicked through the pages of a 
closely typed report. Eventually he removed his half-moon glasses, used them 
to quickly scratch his nose, and spoke.

"So Rachael, how are we?" he asked.

"Wonderful, what do you think!" Rachael snorted.

"Yes, I can imagine."

"Mrs Savage, it may be easier for me to talk with Rachael alone. Just for a 
short while." The doctor raised a bushy eyebrow.

"Anything you want to ask Rach, you can ask in front of me. We have no 
secrets," replied Susan.

"Ah, but Rachael is a young woman. I would like to respect her privacy." The 
doctor smiled.

"No way, I stay!" Susan glared.

"As you wish, of course. Rachael, I'm Dr Fazakerly, Justin, if you prefer. I 
specialise in counselling teenagers, helping them. I'd like to help you 
Rachael, or is it Rach?" Fazakerly beamed.

"Rachael to you, Justin," smirked Rachael.

"Good Rachael, so how long have you been sexually active?" Fazakerly asked.

"Sexually..." Susan choked on the word.

Fazakerly said nothing; he just calmly raised his forefinger to his lips. 
Rachael blushed deeply.

"Well I have snogged - once or twice. Is that what you mean?" Rachael 
replied.

"Not entirely, your file would suggest a little more than snogging," 
Fazakerly commented.

"I may have fooled around a bit, who's been grassing?" Rachael asked.

"In this 'fooling around' have you had full intercourse?" Fazakerly queried.

"No! I haven't. Mum I haven't, honest" Rachael paled.

"It's all right, Rachael I believe you. Tell me though, when did you start 
'fooling around'?" Fazakerly smiled.

"'bout three years ago, I s'pose," replied Rachael.

"So 11 then," Fazakerly noted her response.

"11!" Susan gasped.

"Not uncommon, Mrs Savage, not uncommon at all. Tell me, in your own words 
Rachael, what happened the other day?"

"Well I was waiting to read, and I got turned on - real hot. So I..."
Rachael's words faltered, she glanced at her mother, "I felt myself up, then 
when I had to speak, the words changed. They changed, I just read what they 
said - and then all hell happened... I left."

"These feelings, the 'hot turn on' was it from you?" The doctor queried, 
sitting forward slightly.

"No, they came from somewhere else, like the words, Justin. How did you 
know?" Rachael asked, frowning.

"Just a guess, Rachael, nothing more. Look, I don't think there is anything 
to worry about. Just pop outside and take a seat, I need a quick chat with 
your mum."

Justin waited for the door to close, but before he could say a word Susan 
interjected.

"What's wrong with her, Doctor is it serious?" She asked.

"It could be nothing, but I am a little concerned, I think I should refer 
Rachael to our Psychosexual Counsellor," Fazakerly replied.

"So it's not schizophrenia?" Susan relaxed.

"Schizophrenia, why would you ask that?" the doctor quizzed.

"My Aunt had it, she died in a sanatorium," Susan answered.

"Did she?" Fazakerly scribbled some hurried notes, "Possible, but very 
unlikely, I think it's just an overactive sex drive, same sex attraction and 
crushes are common in all adolescents."

"So she can go back to school?"

"Once the counsellor has had a chat, I can't see why not. I really can't," 
Fazakerly replied.

                   -------------------------

Eloise wandered down the stairs to join the others.

"Are you sure about this, Margit? I mean, I'm always ready for a group 
session, but are you sure this will work?"

"Yes I am sure, you heard what Manda told us. This wounded girl is our route 
to the orphan," Margit replied, pointedly.

"There's no need to snap, Margit! I am a scientist; I don't quite share your 
enthusiasm for the psychic world," Eloise said.

"Oh, science I see. So in what scientific category do you place vampires?" 
Margit asked sweetly.

"Point taken," Eloise blushed.

"Manda, tell me, which of us does the girl fantasise about the most?"

"Anna, it's Anna that turns her on" Manda replied, "it's those nipples, they 
are still so damn sexy."

"Ahzo, Anna was your first as well, yes Manda," Margit grinned.

"She was," Manda replied, dreamily.

"Anna, come to our centre - we will commune through you."

Anna lay down on the dais, proudly pushing up her upturned breasts out as 
far as they would go. Her nipple tips hardened, and jutted wickedly from the 
puffy tissue under them. As she waited, the others clustered around her 
expectant, aching body. Sylvie crouched and tenderly encased Anna's left 
nipple with her own hungry mouth. An enthusiastic Pamela similarly nuzzled 
Anna's right breast.

Margit fell to her knees between the wide stretched thighs and extended her 
tongue to lap the petals of Anna's sex. Above the fuzz of blonde curls, 
Margit watched as Macy lowered her dripping snatch onto Anna's pursed lips.

Anna sank her fingers into the sopping slits. By touch alone, she knew which 
belonged to Alison and which to Eloise. Her toes were unable to repeat that 
feat; nonetheless they luxuriated in the fluid channels of the servant 
sisters. Anna was enclosed in femininity, bathed in sexual delirium. Her 
senses flooded; she slid into a delicious trance, oblivious to the gasps and 
soft fondling surrounding her.

The transmission began.

Rachael sat wallowing in her own private misery, bored mindless; she looked 
around the sparse reception. Inwardly she sneered at the magazines sprawled 
on the coffee table top, and looked past the spray of plastic flowers. Her 
eyes came to rest on the reception desk, and then on the receptionist.

The girl was quite attractive, even if her clothes were a travesty of taste. 
That cardigan should go; it hid her figure, her hair - well, if she let down 
that formal bun, and conditioned it a bit more, would be passable.

Idly, her eyes wandered down the visible part of the girl's body.

'I wonder what her tits are like,' thought Rachael.

Instantly an image formed in her mind. Small, sculpted mounds tipped with 
puffy teats danced before her. Rachael swallowed hard, trying to push the 
knot of excitement away.

'Not now, oh god! Not now.' Rachael's mind raced.

She fought the desire to reach down and scratch the insistent itch. She 
shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench. The desire grew, her distracted 
mind searched for some way to relieve the lust discreetly. She was in full 
view of the receptionist, and anyone walking in unexpectedly, it was 
hopeless.

Moaning softly, Rachael crossed her legs; a jet of desire hit her as the 
seam of her jeans slid over her mound. Experimentally, she swung her upper 
leg; another frisson of excitement hit her. Relaxing, she let her muscles 
stimulate herself, and slowly her eyes narrowed. The dingy room disappeared, 
to be replaced totally by the gorgeous breasts; soft lips teased the stiff 
nipples, straining their plump succulence. Rachael's pulse thumped in her 
ears, drumming at an ever-increasing tempo. She felt her clitoris expand to 
nudge against the resistant seam.

"Miss Savage, Miss Savage! The doctor is ready for you now," the 
receptionist called her.

Her face was close enough for Rachael to kiss. It took a supreme effort not 
to reach out with her lips. The orgasm danced between her thighs waiting for 
one more deliberate swing of her leg. Rachael swung her leg, and breathed a 
lusty lungful of air directly into the receptionists surprised face. 
Embarrassed, she vaulted from the reception area; back to the relative 
safety of the doctor's office.

Ensconced in Justin's room, Rachael only half listened to his drawn-out 
explanation. She said little, and added even less. Her only reaction was to 
baulk at the idea of having to see another counsellor. When she realised 
there was no other option, her hand sought the comfort of her mother's. The 
slight squeeze reassured Rachael, and she relaxed visibly and crossed her 
legs.

Dr Fazakerly fumbled through the contents of a half opened drawer. Carefully 
he selected a range of brochures, some for Rachael, and a few for Susan. 
Justin swivelled his chair back to look at his patients; Susan smiled back 
brightly. In contrast, Rachael looked positively doped - her eyes were half 
closed. She sat motionless, apart from her pendulum-like right foot. Justin 
cleared his throat noisily.

"Ahem, Rachael, I need you to read through these before your visit to Dr 
Kemp. Fill in the questionnaires, as honestly as you can, do you understand?

"Mmmmm, Un-huh." Rachael grunted.

"Good! Susan, these are for you. In addition, I'd like you to keep the diary 
notes we discussed." Justin smiled.

He reached forward to pass the handful of leaflets to Susan. They were sent 
spinning from his hand to litter the office floor. Rachael had pulled her 
fingers free of her mother's hand, and thrust them up her mother's skirt. 
Susan jumped at the sudden rude contact, and simultaneously, Rachael 
stiffened. The teenager screamed, her pleasure was transparent to them all. 
Rachael buckled over, twitching as wave after wave of impure passion burst 
through her.

Thousands of miles away, Anna ran her flexing tongue around her encrusted 
lips. She could taste it, even more than the pungent flavour of Macy's cunt. 
She could taste, no, savour her slave's multiple climax. The link was 
complete.

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End Chapter two, Chapter three to follow...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub December 2004
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