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             {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 3 of 50
        [Yotna El'toub] (f/f, mf, nc, F-solo, 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 three: What's done

Cath stamped her feet, it may have still been summer, but the morning was a 
chilly one. She stood silently amongst the din of the other children; her 
ears straining to pick up one thread of conversation. Although it was 
whispered, Cath could just make it out.

"I tell you she's weird, did you see the way she eyed up Rach that day?" 
asked Caroline.

"What are you saying? That Lalo did something to her? How? I mean just how?" 
said Suze.

"I don't know, but she's odd - you know spooky," Caroline replied.

"So should we sort her? I mean, after what's happened to Rach now? The bitch 
deserves it!" Suze snapped.

"I have a plan, but I need to talk to someone first. She will pay..." 
Caroline muttered.

The screech of the bus braking drowned out all the chatter. Cath rushed onto 
the bus. She gazed along the aisle, Lalo was sitting beside Darren. Without 
hesitation, Cath walked up and interrupted their conversation.

"I need your advice Lalo, can you spare me a bit of time?" Cath asked, 
motioning to the empty back seats with a twitch of her head.

"`scuse me Darren," Lalo said, before following her friend to the rear of 
the stationary bus.

Cath snuggled up to Lalo, and waited to speak, until the roar of the bus 
starting almost covered her hushed words.

"Watch out for Caroline, she and Suze are planning something. They're crazy, 
do you know they are blaming you for what happened to that weirdo, Rachael."

"Maybe they are right!" Lalo whispered.

Cath turned to look at her friend, Lalo quickly moved her head, but Cath saw 
the glistening tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. Lalo stiffened 
against Cath's supportive arm.

"You can't believe that, it's crazy!" Cath gasped, "Lalo, she did what she 
did alone, and none of it was your fault."

Lalo turned her head back, and stifled a sniffle - her red eyes looked 
directly into Cath's.

"You don't know what I'm capable of - I'm not, not - normal." Lalo sighed.

"You are more normal than me, mate, come on, cheer up. I'm here for you," 
Cath smiled.

"Thanks," murmured Lalo.

Cath sat comforting Lalo all the way to school. Their bond of friendship 
grew stronger in the shared silence. The two outcasts were set against the 
world.

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The day dragged along slowly and try as she might, Cath couldn't get Lalo 
and her plight out of her mind. She felt a special closeness to Lalo, and it 
was growing, changing into something else. Was this love, or just another 
crush? It felt real, but could she really have these deep feelings for 
another girl? The others had always teased her, but until now she had 
laughed it off. She wasn't laughing now; she was scared of her feelings -and 
what they could mean.

Cath felt another more familiar desire building up; she knew she would have 
to deal with it soon. This time she would need to find somewhere more secure 
than the loos. She had almost been caught in the middle of it last time.

'God, I shouldn't do it again. I know it's wrong, mum would be furious if 
she knew.'

The feeling grew, its strength increasing in line with her panic. Cath's 
hands started to tremble, she knew all was lost. The bell interrupted her 
deep self-pity. She stood, and made her way to the classroom door, 
immediately Lalo stopped her.

"How do you fancy sharing lunch? We can chat, and..." Lalo was cut short.

"I can't, I'm... I just can't! Sorry," Cath blurted out the words.

Ignoring the confused look on Lalo's face, Cath dashed to the door. She had 
needs of her own that she had to control. Soon she was outside the school; 
her pace quickening, carrying her away from the busy playground.

She slipped into the shadows, and found her way to the back of the school 
kitchens. Once hidden, in a dark doorway, Cath began her sordid ritual; her 
frustrated hands tore at her clothes. Soon bare unprotected flesh was 
exposed, and she slid her hand into the breast pocket of her school uniform.

Her nimble fingers grasped the object of her desire firmly. She calmly toyed 
with it. In a flash it was done, her face screwed up in a mixture of relief 
and pain. Her left hand hung by her side, dark droplets of blood dripping 
from her fingers. A fresh cut graced her scarred arm, ripe and red it gaped, 
smiling at the bottom of a ladder of previous scars.

The teenager sobbed, howling her disgust of herself to the universe. The wet 
razor blade was still tightly clenched between the thumb and forefinger of 
her right hand.

She was wounded in her heart and soul, but relief soon followed as she bled 
away her sins. Cath pulled herself together, and flicked the blade back into 
her pocket. She applied her clean hanky over the seeping wound and tied it 
off with her teeth. Carefully she rolled her blouse sleeve back down, 
buttoned the cuff, and smiled.

Once again her shame was hidden, and her sins atoned for. She walked 
confidently away from the kitchen, and skirted the fence by Dark Lane. She 
made her way to the toilets; soon there would be no evidence. As she turned 
the corner, the cheerful hum died on her lips. Cath froze not believing, and 
not wanting to believe, her eyes.

Lalo was standing with her back against the pebble-dash wall. Darren was in 
front of her, his right hand buried deep inside Lalo's school blouse. Darren 
sneered, and thrust his other hand roughly under the hem of Lalo's skirt. 
Lalo writhed against Darren's double assault. Cath moved - she was just 
about to leave when she heard the panic in Lalo's voice.

"Darren, please, please stop! Don't, even I don't touch myself there. Darren 
- let go! It's not safe," Lalo pleaded.

"I want you to prove you're not what they say you are! Show me you want it," 
ordered Darren.

Darren's hands moved even more frantically over Lalo's unwilling body. Cath 
could see a dark nipple, standing proud as he groped Lalo's small breast. 
Her eyes drank in the voyeuristic glimpse, Cath's pulse raced. She was torn, 
her mind told her to rescue her friend; but the dark desire held her 
entranced, it was so good to watch.

Lalo's head swung back; Darren's fingers had found their mark. She recoiled 
from his heavy touch. Her hands reached up to push him back, but Darren 
shifted his position. His hands flew up to Lalo's shoulders, and mercilessly 
he forced her down. Soon Lalo was on her knees, trembling with fear. Darren 
lunged forwards, driving the tented front of his trousers into Lalo's face. 
Cath watched in horror as he started to unzip his fly.

Before Cath's startled eyes, Darren was suddenly launched off his feet. The 
surprised boy dangled in mid air, and then crashed to the ground, falling in 
a crumpled heap. In seconds, he sprang to his feet and ran towards Lalo. 
When he was no more than an arm's length away from her, he once again shot 
upwards, flipped in mid air, and landed flat on his back. Cath heard the air 
rush from his lungs, he gurgled. She watched as he scrambled back up onto 
his feet. Darren cast a terrified look back at Lalo, and fled.

Cath ran up to her friend, who was busily covering up her exposed body.

"Lalo, are you OK?" Cath puffed.

"Fine, thanks - just fine." Lalo replied.

"What happened? Did you?" Cath asked.

"Yes, that was me. I'm a monster!" Lalo sobbed, through sheets of tears.

"No you're not, you were just protecting yourself,"

"Then yes, but I attacked Rachael; this is entirely my fault!" Lalo wailed.

"Come on, it's OK. I'll look after you."

Cath sighed, as Lalo fell forward into her welcoming arms.


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Maldea dried the last of the plates, and stacked it carefully in the 
cupboard. She heard the front door slam shut; despite her annoyance she 
checked her anger. Lalo hadn't been herself for days; it wasn't the time for 
shouting.

"Lalo, hi, dad rang, he's going to be caught up in Newcastle for a few days. 
So it's just us!" Maldea called.

"Not quite mum, come in here. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Maldea dried her hands, and threw the tea towel onto the work surface. She 
walked into the living room. Lalo stood there, hand-in-hand with a nervous 
looking girl. She was a good six inches taller than Lalo, with shoulder 
length auburn hair. She was pale, with a chiselled Gaelic bone structure; 
willowy but striking.

"Mum this is Cath, my best friend."

"Hi Cath, and welcome. I'm Maldea, are you thirsty or hungry?"

"No, I'm fine Mrs Contadino, thank you." Cath answered, shyly.

"Maldea, please. But you will stay for some tea?"

"Go on Cath, it'll be good - mum's a great cook." Lalo grinned.

"If you don't mind, thanks, I will." Cath smiled.

"Of course not, you two girls go and chat, tea will be about an hour," 
Maldea beamed.

Lalo led Cath to the stairs.

"I've got some great CD's, come on!" said Lalo.

Maldea watched the pair shoot up the stairs, smiling at their enthusiasm. 
Soon Maldea was immersed in her cooking, so happy that Lalo had found 
someone she could relate to. Maldea pressed down on the blender and watched 
as the vegetables disintegrated to form the fresh pesto. Tomato and Basil 
was Lalo's favourite, and tonight the meal would be special, in honour of 
her friend Cath.

The name dredged up a memory, what was it Lalo had said about her? It was 
before that stupid argument. Why was this troubling her? Maldea went cold.

'You know, lesbianism - they talk about it in PSE at school, I think Cath 
Hebbert may be one...'

Was this the girl that had talked Lalo into wanting to see `Les Bitches'? 
Maldea walked quietly into the living room. The sound of music drifted down 
the stairs.

'Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head'

Maldea sighed with relief, it wasn't a Bitches number. All that panic for 
nothing. Anyway lots of teenage girls thought they were gay, she remembered 
her innocent crush on Sister Grace at the convent school. Yes, she must try 
to relax, not over-react. Jeff had been right about that as well.

She returned to the kitchen, and continued cooking. For some insane reason 
the catchy lyrics ran through her head, over and over again. That verse, 
damn, it seemed almost addictive.

'All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head'

She giggled at her own thoughts, man, she was getting weirder by the day! 
Busy minutes passed, and finally Maldea dished up the steaming pasta.

"Lalo, Cath, it's ready," she called.

No response.

"Lalo! Tea!" Maldea shouted.

No response.

"Come on Lalo, It'll get cold!" She bawled.

No response.

'No one gets cold pasta in my house' Maldea thought.

Dutifully she plodded upstairs with the two steaming plates. Maldea pushed 
down the door handle with her elbow, and leant against the door with her 
bottom. Silently the door swung open, and Maldea turned into Lalo's bedroom. 
She stopped dead, mouth agape - Maldea stood rigidly still, almost a 
waxworks copy of a shocked waitress.

A small naked figure lay stretched out on the duvet. Eyes closed, moving her 
body rhythmically, undulating with pleasure. Lalo's nipples jutted proudly 
from the soft swell of her flattened breasts, tweaked to erection by her 
attentive fingers. Her smooth abdomen contracting with pleasure, slowly 
grinding her glistening slit against Cath's active tongue. Maldea saw the 
dark hairs surrounding her daughter's sex stir, as the rotating tongue 
circled in broad sweeps. The ancient passion, so long forgotten, flooded 
Maldea's senses. Silently, almost dream-like, she turned and bent down, 
placing the plates outside the bedroom door; they were unimportant now.

Maldea straightened herself, and turned back to observe the unfolding 
passionate drama played out before her. Cath's mop of auburn hair swishing 
over Lalo's dark, twitching thighs. Cath's pale hands rummaged under her 
open school blouse, and freed a pink tipped breast. Maldea marvelled at the 
contrast between the savagely erect pink bud, and the creamy perfection of 
the exposed breast. Fascinated, she watched as Cath's right hand slid down 
her body and under the waistband of the pleated school skirt.

Hypnotically, and unconsciously, Maldea's own hands traced the same route 
down her tee-shirt. Her fingers unbuckled the restrictive belt, and then 
burrowed under the front of her jeans. The stud on her jeans popped, and the 
zip slid down, giving her access to the treasure she unknowingly sought. 
Maldea's eyes narrowed, squinting intensely at the passionate scene before 
her. She bucked against her fingers, writhing with the familiar pleasure; it 
was the only thing kept her sane when Jeff was away. With practiced ease, 
her left hand flattened and pulled up her hairless mound, her fluid fingers 
dancing over the fat bud they sought.

Her eyes filled with tears of frustration, it had been so long, too long. 
Maldea quivered on the edge of release, her mind plundered the memories of 
her sisters' bodies and flavours. She watched as Cath's hand blurred, the 
girl was reaching her crescendo. Her ears drank in the crashing cries of 
both Lalo and Cath. It was enough, Maldea grunted quietly, holding back her 
own intense climax.

Slowly Maldea's eyes refocused and she watched Cath crawl up her daughter's 
body. Lalo blinked, and then extended her long tongue; soon her ecstatic 
face was hidden. The grey folds of Cath's skirt obscured the upper part of 
Lalo's flexing torso. She watched as her daughter reached down with both 
hands to caress her flowing vulva. One hand held her mound flat, and allowed 
Lalo's slim fingers to polish the stiff organ that projected through the 
open wrinkled lips. Maldea sighed, and watching a carbon copy of her own 
technique, she started to masturbate once more.

So lost in her solitary pleasure was she, that Maldea didn't even notice the 
red tinge permeating the orgiastic room. Maldea first became aware of a 
pressure deep inside her head. Then a voice, a parody of Lalo's innocent 
tones rang out in her ears.

'Slake your desire sister, come join us'

Maldea paused, temporarily lost in confusion.

'Come join us sister,' the seductive voice crooned.

Maldea walked slowly forward, gently letting her clothing fall away. She 
stopped at the side of the bed; idly she watched Cath's hands as they ran 
over her smooth creamy breasts. Maldea sank down, her body obediently 
joining her daughter's on the rumpled duvet. Pleasure rained down upon her.

One phrase echoed through Maldea's excited brain.

'What's done cannot be undone.'

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Vampyre Daze. End of Chapter 3


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub December 2004
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