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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 15 of 50
                 [Yotna El'toub] (MFF, FF, MC, caution)
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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 Fifteen: Golden opinions


"Well I think it's odd," said the leather clad girl.

"Maybe they were fans, y'know way back when," replied her cloned friend.

"What? `im, he looks like a bank manager!"

"More like a merchant banker!" Joked Pete, as he lent forward between the 
girls.

"Piss off, pizza-face," said the taller of the two girl's.

"Charmed, I'm sure," said Pete quietly.

He had to admit though they had a point, what was a twitchy Mafia Don and a 
Banker doing taking their ancient girlfriends to this gig? Oldies and 
crusties, he would never understand them, and sure as hell he would never 
get like that, saddo's.

"I feel so out of place," sighed Fizz, glancing around apprehensively.

"To hell with that, can you see Janet anywhere?" snapped Jeff.

"No, I don't... strange how people close to you can vanish, isn't it?"

Leanne raised her hand and gently intercepted Jeff's wrist.

"We want to keep a low profile, remember?" She said.

A look, full of silent critique passed between Jolene and Leanne. Jeff and 
Fizz exchanged glares, but slowly backed down from the edge of violence. 
Resentment continued to simmer, but as the queue surged forward to rush the 
opening of the doors, fearful anticipation replaced all the other passions 
in the hearts of the rescuers.
"Judas Priest, here they come, get ready to hold `em boys!" Shouted the 
Security Chief.

The security plan worked with its normal efficiency and within minutes, 1700 
oddly garbed `Daze' fans were ushered into the Academy. They just began to 
settle when the entire theatre was plunged into complete darkness. Red 
lasers sliced through the hushed atmosphere, tracing every gasp of humid 
breath. A church organ thundered into Widors Toccata and Fugue, as a slow 
heartbeat shook the foundations of the building. The tempo of the beat 
increased rapidly, until it sounded to be on the edge of failure. A female 
voice exploded in the throes of orgasm.

"Yes, yes... Oh yes, at last... IT'S L-E-S..."

"BITCHES!!!" responded thousands of expectant voices.

The Academy filled with excited screams, punctuated only by the lightning of 
multiple strobes. The voice resumed its strident hymn.

"...And now for you Bristol, it's the Demoness of desire, the sister to strip 
the soul from your bones... IT'S..."

"MARGIT!!!" responded the heaving crowd.

A lone spotlight seared through the other effects and picked out a 
stunningly proportioned woman, her leather-clad back writhed in a mock 
climax. Deftly she spun to face the audience; her face was obscured with a 
bone white skeletal mask. Her sibilant voice fizzed and crackled.

"Margit is dead! Long live MIKA, Queen of the Daze!!"

The mask split and blonde hair cascaded onto leather bound shoulders, Mika's 
savage beauty cut the air to ribbons; just as easily as her clawed hands 
shredded the redundant mask.

"MIKA, MIKA, MIKA!" the audience shouted, a little reluctantly to start 
with.

This soon changed into a frenetic chant, as Mika slashed open her costume to 
reveal her glistening bewitching body in almost all of its stupefying glory.

"It's great to be in Bristol, England. England is home to one of my 
favourite Punk Rockers who celebrates his 50th birthday this year, Mr. Billy 
Idol!"

Cheers and catcalls rose to a cacophony in the theatre.

"So in tribute, I'll start with our cover of Rebel Yell! Vampyre Yell!"

The stage burst into a myriad of spinning colours, each one finally settling 
on a single member of the band.

"On lead guitar, Macy McKechnie, on Bass, it's Sylvie Dacor, Keyboard 
maestro Anna Klemp, Backing vocals Eli & Ali... Eloise Braggart and Alison 
Blackhead, last but not least, on Percussion Miss Pamela Morris..."

"AND ME MIKA! I WILL ROCK YOUR WORLD!!!"

Mika burst into the first verse:


Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door,
Last night a little angel came pumpin cross my floor,
She said come on baby I got a licence for love,
And if it expires pray help from above.

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell she cried, more, more, more,
In the midnight hour babe, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell, more, more, more,
More, more, more.


The crowd went crazy, and one of the craziest stood near the heaving mosh 
pit. Mid plunge, he  was tapped on the shoulder. It was the tall bint from 
earlier.

"What!" Asked Pete.

"My mate Cyn, she can't see... can she get on your shoulders?"

"Now why would `pizza face' wanna help, huh?"

"Don't be like that... we can be nice, can't we Cyn?"

Pete felt the girls hand travel up his leg, clearly targeting his groin. 
Pete chuckled, and then bending forward he grinned. Soon Cyn's denim clad 
thighs were gripping his shoulders, and something far more intimate hugged 
the rear of his neck.


She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg,
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed,
What set you free and brought you to be me babe,
What set you free, I need you here by me.

Because

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell she cried, more, more, more,
In the midnight hour babe, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell, more, more, more.


Further back in the audience, a half spoken, half signed conversation took 
place. Jolene and Leanne nodded their agreement and the two men walked away 
from them. Jeff made his way along the left hand side of the auditorium, 
while Fizz attempted the same tactic on the right.

"Do you think they'll find anything?" Jolene asked Leanne.

"I hope so, but there's a lot of security to get past." Leanne nodded 
towards the human cordon in front of the stage.

Jolene's eyes filled with tears, and Leanne wrapped a supportive arm around 
her friend. Cautiously, almost unnoticed, Leanne's hand found Jolene's left 
breast, and moulded to it. Normally Jolene would have reacted to such an 
intimate approach, but she needed the comfort; anyway it felt quite nice, as 
she felt her nipple swell against the pleasant pressure.


She lives in her own heaven,
Collects it to go from the seven eleven,
Well she's out all night to collect a fare,
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up her hair.

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you,
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you.


Pete groaned under his panting breath, a response to the unknown girl's hand 
snaking its way into his boxer shorts. Her supple wrist undulated against 
his gapping zipper as she moved it in long slow strokes. His foreskin slid 
back and forth teasing the mighty head of his pistoning erection. He was in 
heaven; his straining organ was being expertly massaged, as his neck was 
caressed by a taut pussy dampened crotch. He had waited for something like 
this all his short, frustrated life; if he died today he would make a happy 
corpse.

Cyn concentrated on gyrating her hips, incessantly she bumped against the 
nodules on Pete's protruding spine; driving herself from one heady release 
to the next. She opened her weary eyes and stared around the crowded gig; it 
looked just like her idea of a debauched Roman orgy. As far as she could see 
stretched a sea of franticly coupling fans, she grinned, closed her eyes and 
came again.


I'd sell my soul for you babes,
For money to burn with you,
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me.

Because

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell she cried, more, more, more,
In the midnight hour babe, more, more, more,
With a vampyre yell she cried, more, more, more,
More, more, more.


Fizz finally reached the edge of the stage, and with a rebel yell, he 
launched himself at it. Initially it went quite well, he got both feet onto 
the top step before the rough handed security guards reached him. Suddenly 
from Fizz's view the stage flew backwards, and with a sickening crunch he 
slammed down, back first, onto the solid floor. Security guards poured 
across the stage front, joyfully piling on top of the downed man.

Unwatched and unseen, Jeff slipped up onto the left hand side of the stage; 
cautiously he fumbled through the dark set, and headed back stage.


Oh yeah little baby,
she want more,
More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby,
she want more
More, more, more, more.


Indeed she did, and the more she got, the harder Cyn's legs tightened around 
Pete's scrawny neck. He didn't realise how hard he was fighting for breath 
until he came. He exploded, showering white, hot semen all over the tall 
girl's hand, and the teasing, rubbing buttocks of the writhing girl in front 
of him. He fought for breath, his eyes glassy with passion and 
oxygen-starvation. Pete felt the thighs around his neck clamp even tighter, 
she had mistaken his panic for passion; or worse... she may not care. 
Supported by the jiggling crowd, Pete danced on a jerking, choking 
marionette.

The tall girl slid down and struggling between the heaving bodies managed to 
fasten her lips on Pete's limp cock. The stimulation fuelled by near 
asphyxia produced an instant and rock hard result. Greedily the teenager 
slurped Pete's ultimate erection.


Mika stalked the stage regally, lapping up the tumultuous applause. She 
bowed and fawned like a true pro. Finally she stepped back to the mike, 
pulled it savagely to her lips and screamed.

"I told them I had no need of this fucking thing! But do men ever listen." 
Mika ripped the mike from its stand and launched it with all her might up 
into the balcony. "Now for my new song, and our new anthem... VAMPYRE DAZE!"


Jeff stopped and stood silently, waiting for the band to strike up once 
more. Although all eyes were transfixed on Mika, Jeff was certain thousands 
of malevolent pupils were boring into his back. Jeff shuddered 
involuntarily, and then moved once more as the strident opening chords rang 
out.



Girl you can feel it in your blood,
You can feel it in your bone,
Tonight's gonna be hot,
An' you won't be alone.

My lips will make you thirst,
And I will do my worst,
Coz before the night is done,
Girl you are gonna comeeeee.

You will wanna laze,
Yeah, you'll be in a haze,
So welcome my lover,
To the vampire dazeee,
Yeah, the vampire dazeee, dazeeeee!'


Janet rapidly unwrapped the mirror fragment, and desperately tried to ignore 
the impure desires stirred by Bobbi rubbing seductively against her. The 
signal had been given, and she must respond before melting into Bobbi's 
welcoming arms. With as much precision as she could muster, she lined up the 
mirror with the main laser and waited, ignoring all around her, for the key 
word. Frustrated and hungry at the same instant, she waited; soon she would 
unleash her powers.


I gaze down on you all,
I just know you were born to fall,
Tonight you will realise,
Just how to read the lies.

My hands will tease your skin,
While my soul your mind is in,
Coz before the night is done,
Girl you are gonna comeeeee.

You will wanna laze,
Yeah, you'll be in a haze,
So welcome my lover,
To the vampire dazeee,
Yeah, the vampire dazeee, dazeeeee!


Jeff poked his head into the confined space of the first changing room. He 
peered through the door cautiously at first but then his excitement overtook 
his sanity. He flung the door open and dashed towards the knot of women on 
the floor. Despite his shock and revulsion, he managed to talk as he pulled 
Maldea from between their daughter's splayed thighs. The other two girl's 
took little notice and continued their impassioned soixante neuf.

"Christ almighty, come on stop this, we can escape... Maldea, Lalo, the back 
doors now!" Jeff pleaded.

Maldea calmly observed Jeff, while delicately licking her lips. Her left 
hand toyed with her own labia, her right with Lalo's.

"Escape Jeff? Why would we want to escape?" She asked.

"Maleda! Your own daughter, and her friends... I know you. You don't want 
this!"

"No Jeff, I don't want it, you are right. But I need it. I crave for it, and 
every waking minute I desire it. I have no need of you any more. Leave us, 
we are lost. Save yourself." Maldea blinked, turned her head resolutely and 
went back to lapping Lalo's open slit.

"No! I won't let this happen, this is my fault. We should have done as you 
said and snuffed them out in New York. Maldea please, before it is too 
late!"

Maldea reacted instantly; she stood and turned with inhuman speed. Her right 
hand fastened around Jeff's pulsing neck. Effortlessly she lifted him off 
his feet.

"Human, it's already too late," Maldea's eyes flamed.

She threw him bodily backwards, and into the restraining arms of Manda and 
Jolene. The faithful servants had appeared unushered in the open doorway.

"Deal with him, I am busy." Maldea mumbled, still teasing the bud under her 
swirling tongue.

`Tonight you will learn to fly,
And fear of who you are will die,
My love will break your mind,
And vampyre lust you will find,

Your pulse will be my prize,
As you splutter out wild cries,
Coz before the night is done,
Girl you are gonna comeeeee.

You will wanna laze,
Yeah, you'll be in a haze,
So welcome my lover,
To the vampire dazeee,
Yeah, the vampire dazeee, dazeeeee!'


Pete could hear the grinding of bone-on-bone as he wheezed another agonising 
breath. But the numbing agony was nothing compared to the searing pleasure 
about to spurt forth onto a questing muscular tongue. His body stiffened as 
if with rigor mortis, as he approached a terminal orgasm.

On his hunched shoulders, Cyn had lost all control. Mindlessly she grinned 
as she let go of her last inhibition. A warm stream of piss gushed down 
Pete's rigid spine. Pete came, and went, in the space of one short breath. 
Still the lifeless marionette danced, captive and held up by throngs of her 
mesmerised fans.


Look deep into my eyes,
They will mirror your sighs,
As my lips plunder your wet thighs,
For here, bleeding, love lies,

Today will never end,
For in my arms you will spend,
Coz before the night is done,
Girl you are gonna comeeeee.

You will wanna laze,
Yeah, you'll be in a haze,
So welcome my lover,
To the vampire dazeee,
Yeah, the vampire dazeee, dazeeeee!


Janet's spell was broken; as the word `mirror' left Mika's lips, she 
uncovered the fragment fully. The laser hit the dull surface and brought it 
to full sparkling, fiery life. Red shafts of desire radiated out and bounced 
off every surface. The beams met at the stage, and a phenomenal red ball of 
light erupted.

Mika emerged, and beaconed to both Helen and Laura, who were chatting at the 
right of the stage. Dutifully, the two girls' sauntered forward, freeing 
their swinging breasts from the small leather halter-tops they sported. The 
crowd roared their lust-filled approval. Mika held her hands high, showing 
the crowd the hungry, dribbling ducts at their centres. She then reached 
forward and placed her right hand on Helen's left breast, and her left hand 
on Laura's right breast. Rivulets of crimson blood dribbled down the women's 
sweating bodies.

Jim turned to the security guard beside him, in awe he shouted above the 
thundering rock chords.

"They sure know how to put on a show..."

Before his sentence was complete, all hell broke loose. The throbbing ball 
of red laser light imploded, and then shattered, bursting with life-altering 
shafts of contaminated light. A tidal wave of impurity ravaged the academy, 
engulfing all before it.

When the dull red mist finally cleared, the once excited venue looked like a 
war zone. The stage was wrecked, and all that once stood before the audience 
was gone; vaporised, in an instant of obscene passionate violence. The 
fallen and injured lay everywhere.

One laser continued to run, it wrote an obscure quotation on to the back 
wall of the decimated theatre, it read.

"I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people."


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub June 2005
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