Message-ID: <51236asstr$1116803402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY20-F37C313F4A2594006E247D3F80B0@phx.gbl> X-Originating-Email: [yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com] From: "Yotna El'toub" <yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 22 May 2005 22:01:33.0467 (UTC) FILETIME=[D0F81EB0:01C55F19] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 22:01:33 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 14 of 50 [Yotna El'toub] (FF, MC) Lines: 384 Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 19:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51236> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, newsman ******************************************************************** {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 14 of 50 [Yotna El'toub] (FF, MC) ******************************************************************** 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. ____________________________________________________________________ Chapter Fourteen: The Milk of Human Kindness As she wandered aimlessly along, Janet realised that the people around her were acting normally and ignoring her. Whatever the power was that she once wielded, it had gone. She mourned its loss and desperately wanted it back. Pausing, she raised the small but heavy velvet encased object and inspected it carefully. 'Maybe this?' She thought. Her fingers twitched addict-like at the silken binding. The moment passed and she thought better of it. She slipped the object back into her handbag. Janet looked up and took in her surroundings. Her heart sank. She was lost. None of this looked familiar. She called out to a passing stranger. "Excuse me, where am I?" "Baldwin Street, love, in the Old City..." Before she could glean anything else, he had melted away into the darkening evening. 'Baldwin Street? Was that near to the hotel?' She wondered and then panic really kicked in. Janet realised she had no idea of the name of the street the hotel was in. Her mind raced desperately as she tried to remember the hotel's name. 'West... something, Westbrooke?' tears welled up. Janet had never felt so alone, she was in a strange city and at nightfall, room-less. If she could only find her way back to the Academy, then maybe, just maybe, she could retrace her steps. She wandered on a little further looking for locals to ask, but it was that time of day, rush hour had broken. Those people who didn't think she was canvassing or begging just ignored her and continued on their headlong dash home. Finally she spied a pub and decided to have a drink and ask the way back from there. Janet made herself comfortable at the bar, and waited for the staff to finish serving others. "Hi welcome to Fusion, I'm Lynne, what can I get you?" "Vodka and lemonade please, and make it a large one," replied Janet. "Rough day then? Still you are at Fusion now, time to kick back and relax," Lynne smiled. Janet sighed, she did calm down, the pub was conducive to relaxation. "Well, you don't sound too happy?" the question floated down the bar. Looking up, Janet's eyes followed the words; finally meeting a steady pair of dark brown one's that sparkled with intelligence. "I'm lost, and even if I can get back, I will still be lost," said Janet. "Hmm, do you always speak in riddles? I don't understand what you are saying, but I do recognise pain when I see it." "Umm, pain yes, but so much pleasure, more than I need," Janet replied. "Oh, well maybe I could help you share some of that," the woman laughed, "I'm Bobbi, and I am a good listener." Janet nodded and smiled; Bobbi moved along the bar and sat down beside her. Within minutes they were chatting like old friends, and Janet even laughed once or twice. Bobbi ordered another round of drinks and wrapped a protective arm around Janet's shoulders. A younger girl walked up to the bar. "Oh hi, Bobbi. Have we found another stray? Watch out girl, you will be supping from the furry cup before you know it!" "Furry cup?" queried Janet, looking at Bobbi. "Take no notice; this is a gay bar, Janet. But this is not a come on, you are quite safe." "It's not my safety I am concerned about," said Janet. "More riddles, come on let's drink up, the night is young." ------------------------------ Meanwhile, back at the Academy, Anna approached Mika cautiously. The Wampyr sat gazing into a brightly lit mirror. Lesley lay coiled at her feet, snoozing, and yet still gently caressing Mika's calf muscles. The other consort was deeply engaged in abusing her body; Rochelle sat cross legged on the floor, lurching to and fro as her fist pummelled in and out of her elastic duct. Mika spoke first. "Fifteen long years, and still I can't get used to my appearance." "But you are perfect, beautiful," said Anna. "Quite, but let's just say that I am not all I once was..." a single tear ran down Mika's cheek, "you have news?" "Yes, I have passed on the fragment, your will is done." "Good, soon we can dispense with our disguise and concentrate on Erzsébet's task. Soon we shall have an army of sisters to hide among," Mika paused as her face brightened, "to train." Anna's attention was stolen by a loud groan from Rochelle. The seated girl had forced her second fist deep into her anus. She rocked backwards and forwards, in a cruel parody of desire. Anna's eyes widened, her forehead crinkled. "How can she do that, without splitting herself open?" "Oh, Rochelle can do many tricks, I have modified her. The changes are more, subtle, shall we say than Lesley's," Mika grinned. "Why does it interest you?" "It's just gross really." "I could always make a few little improvements to you," Mika purred, "even with your petite frame, I could make you very, accommodating." "No, I am just fine, thank you for your interest in me, Mika. I am flattered." Anna turned on her heel, and dashed from the dressing room. Mika's cruel laughter and Rochelle's mounting cries followed her, taunting her and whispering wickedly of terrifying pleasures to come. -------------------------------- Janet made herself comfortable in the small flat. "This really is very nice of you, Bobbi," Janet called out towards the kitchenette. "Sorry, I missed that..." Bobbi said, before popping her head around the edge of the door frame. "I was thanking you for putting me up overnight; you really are a star." "Think nothing of it; I am just sorry the place isn't cleaner. I don't often have guests." Janet smiled as she snuggled down into the soft settee. Her hand delved into her handbag and pulled out the small weighty package. Janet spun it lightly between her fingers, examining every tactile detail. She frowned slightly as she tried to decipher the odd shape. "What's that?" asked Bobbi, as she passed Janet a large vodka and lemonade. "Hmmm? Oh sorry I don't know, and it's probably better that I don't," sighed Janet as she went to drop the object back in her handbag. Bobbi caught her wrist softly. "Oh no, not more riddles! let me see," demanded Bobbi. Janet released the package into Bobbi's other hand; immediately she regretted it. "No! Give it back. Bobbi, it is too dangerous!" Janet pleaded. Heedless to Janet's cry, Bobbi proceeded to unwrap the object from its soft bindings. In seconds, a fragment of an ancient artefact emerged. She walked towards the centre of the room to inspect it under the light. "Well, no mystery here, Janet. I mean it looks old, but it's just a fragment of a mirror frame. Ouch! Shit, it's still sharp though." Bobbi dropped the fragment and thrust her bloodied finger into her mouth, sucking it vigorously. In a second, Janet was at her side; gently she plucked at Bobbi's hand and extracted the injured digit. She inspected it closely, frowning at the jagged cut. "We need to clean that up, come on," ordered Janet. Commandingly, Janet ushered Bobbi into the kitchenette and over to the cluttered sink. She turned the tap on to give a steady cold stream of water and plunged Bobbi's finger into the icy flow. "Just hold it there, now where are your plasters?" Bobbi nodded towards the small cupboard on the far wall. Janet rummaged through the chaos inside it. "Are you certain?" Janet asked. "Yup, at the back, sorry I'm not the tidiest girl you will find," answered Bobbi. So absorbed was each woman in their task that neither of them noticed the dull red glow emanating from the living room. At the centre of the glow sat the fragment of mirror. On its dull surface Bobbi's blood sizzled as it boiled away. As the last wisp of blood evaporated from the surface, it suddenly cleared regaining its fine reflective sheen. The mirror quaked violently and emitted a flash of red light before fading to its original state. "What the hell was that?" Asked Janet. "It'll just be a passing police car, it's getting towards that time of night again; St. Paul's has a bit of a reputation for trouble." Janet returned with a cleanish piece of cotton wool and a curled Elastoplast. Carefully she dabbed the dampness and blood away from Bobbi's finger, before wrapping the plaster securely around the wound. Inspecting her handiwork she finally smiled. "All done!" "Thanks," said Bobbi, sighing with relief. Bobbi lent forwards and placed a soft kiss on Janet's lips. Janet backed away as if stung, a look of bemusement on her face. "I, I didn't mean anything," apologised Bobbi. "It's not you, it's me. Look I might turn in, if it's all the same to you." "Sure, I understand, will you be OK on the settee? I'll get you a blanket." "Thanks Bobbi, you are a sweetheart," said Janet. Minutes later, Bobbi turned out the living room light and stood silhouetted in the doorframe of her bedroom. "Night Janet, sleep tight..." "Mmm, night," Janet mumbled from below the thick blanket. Bobbi sighed quietly and disrobed sullenly as she made her way towards her bed, alone once again. Naked and frustrated she sprawled out, thoughtlessly her fingers probed between her open legs. Lazily they played with the wet skin. Her eyes wide open, she stared at the discoloured ceiling, and fat tears rolled down her hollow cheeks. "Fuck it!" She mouthed silently. Her fingers stopped their exploration, and Bobbi rolled onto her side, she hugged the pillow with all her might. Under the blanket, Janet drifted on the very edge of sleep, and then something snapped her back into full awareness. She sniffed the air, and popped her head out from under her blanket to sense the aroma better. Whatever it was, it was mind numbingly sexy. Janet slid off the settee, and walked like a sleepwalker towards the closed door of Bobbi's bedroom. Behind her on the carpet, the small piece of mirror glowed softly. Janet paused momentarily at the door before opening it and slipping inside. The door closed softly behind her. ------------------------------- A large orange sun peeked above the skyline, soaking the hills surrounding Bristol with a soft morning light. The early morning mist boiled off slowly, and the rays started their work, warming the high-rises and churches, the shopping centres and University residences, the cars and early morning commuters. Pete whistled to himself as he cycled across the churchyard, he felt full of life this morning; something was going to happen today, he was sure of it. Pete cycled a few yards further when it hit him, or rather, he hit it. One minute he was riding along in normality, and the next he was lost in a sea of desire. His orgasm burst from nowhere, he reeled from the shock of it, and crashed from his speeding bike to the ground. Pete struggled up, pushed his helmet back up from his forehead, and groggily gazed around. All he could see was mayhem; a mother knelt behind her forgotten pushchair and thrashed at her convulsing body with desperate hands. In front of her, a toddler squirmed frantically fighting against the pushchair straps, her young eyes full of wonder. A strong convulsion pulsed through Pete, and then it was gone, all was normal again. The young mother stood up and ran unevenly towards her little one. She pulled her daughters hands from her plundered lap, and then paused, straightening her hair. Her eyes caught Pete's for a second, recognised the emotion, and shot away fearfully. Pete stood unsteadily and gazed down at his bike. The front wheel formed an elegant curve against the headstone it had collided with. Pete cursed in a short burst of obscene language. "What the fuck happened then?" Pete asked. "I don't know, and I don't want to think about it. Leave us alone," the woman chattered. Pete shook his head slowly and cursed his luck, his enthusiasm for the day broken. Janet gazed down on the drama unfolding in the churchyard before sweeping the curtains fully closed once more. She smiled an odd little smile and returned her attention to Bobbi. "How are you this morning, love? Recovered?" Bobbi grinned. "Nearly, shit, I have never had a night like that before," she answered. "Don't worry; there will be plenty more to come, starting this evening at the gig!" Bobbi walked towards Janet, but then she paused and bent low to retrieve the dull fragment of mirror. She shuddered as an involuntary climax shivered through her. "I expect you will be needing this, let me wrap it for you." "Anything to let you keep your greedy hands on it a little longer then?" Janet laughed, "Well let me give you something better. Let me introduce you to the wonder of the mirror, and the seductiveness of its grace, its gift." With her hands extended before her, Janet walked towards Bobbi until she almost touched her swollen breasts. Janet tensioned as she felt the luxurious sensation of her palms opening. Bobbi gasped, her mouth hung open in a heady mix of fear and lust. She watched silently, fascinated as the miniature mouths in the centres of Janet's hands drooled in anticipation. Suddenly it was done; the sharp serrated teeth located Bobbi's proud nipples, and injected their aphrodisiacal anaesthetic. Bobbi's thighs ran with flowing lubrication as her overwhelmed vulva pumped desperately. Janet's eyes glowed a dull red; which rapidly progressed to crimson as Bobbi's rich blood flowed into her circulation. Her first conversion drove her from climax to climax, in a flurry of perverted desire she would never forget. Janet willing joined the ranks of the vampyre coven. The moment seemed to last forever, but eventually Janet felt Bobbi slump and slide to the floor. Her burning red eyes surveyed her first conquest; smoothly she tipped back her head, pursed her lips and howled for joy. Her head fell forward, slumping onto her bare shoulders, and unthought-of words passed her wet lips. "Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness." Janet's head rose, and her feral eyes twinkled with evil desire. She laughed a long harsh laugh of inhuman intensity. -------------------------- ____________________________________________________________________ Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2005 ____________________________________________________________________ I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. Please address comments to yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be published, posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server, other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the author. 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