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               {ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 17 of 50
               [Yotna El'toub] (FF/f, 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 Seventeen: To be thus



Leanne sat motionless on the edge of the bed and gazed at her shaking hands. 
She felt as if her life was over, her daughter was lost; just as Andrew had 
been years before. Andrew's loss had been slow and painful, just as cancer 
always was. But at least it had been expected, not like this. Cath had been 
torn from her, nothing mattered. Nothing. She watched in silence as Jolene 
wandered back into the bedroom from the en-suite, her body still dripping 
from the shower, her hair hidden under the turban-like towel. Leanne 
struggled with her emotions and lost, with a shriek she descended into 
floods of tears.

Jolene crossed the room in a single bound, her toweling robe billowing open 
around her. She bent and took Leanne's crumpled face in her hands.

"Come on, love. I am here for you," said Jolene.

"But are you?" asked Leanne, raising her hands to cup Jolene's dangling 
breasts.

Jolene shrugged the warm hands away and grasped the edges of her terry robe 
to conceal her boobs.

"I'm sorry, not like that, any other way - I'm just not into women."

"But last night, I touched you and you responded..."

"Last night was a one off! What's up with you anyway? You were as 
red-blooded as any girl when you were younger,"

"I... I just don't know, I had this odd lesbo fantasy in the shower the 
other morning. Ever since then, I just have. The sick thing was the fantasy 
involved Cath. I'm sick Jolene, I don't deserve to live!"

"Cath! This is all down to those 'Bitches'. I don't know how, but I know it 
was," Jolene paused, catching her thoughts, "at least they are fuckin' dead 
meat."

Leanne looked up, and brushed her damp hair away from her tear-stained 
cheeks. She mouthed silently but the words wouldn't come. Finally she 
splurted them out.

"The thing is they are not, somehow that perverted, dirty fantasy links me 
to them. I know they are alive, I don't know where, I don't know how - but I 
know they are alive..."

"What! All of them, my Rebbecca too?" asked an agape Jolene.

"That's the cruelest thing, I know those women are alive... But not the 
girls. I... can't see the girl's..."

Leanne hung her head and sobbed deeply. Jolene stared at her disconcerted 
friend, she wanted desperately to say something, but she couldn't find the 
words. A sudden rap at the door made Jolene jump. In a trance, she walked to 
the door and paused.

"Who's there?" she asked quietly.

A hesitant voice replied.

"I'm from the hospital..."

Before the sentence was finished, Jolene ripped the door open.

"Fizz, has something happened to Fizz?" Asked Jolene in desperation.

The partly dressed teenager in front of her asked, "Who the hell's Fizz?" 
Before she barged past Jolene and into the room.



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Dr Jordan let a low whistle pass his lips. Finally Ms Law had settled, her 
fevered self-pleasuring had passed. Derek wanted to communicate with her if 
he could, he hoped his voice would break through her coma.

"Winona, it's Dr Jordan, Derek Jordan, can you hear me?"

Winona tossed her head on the striped pillow, her lips parted, but no sound 
emerged. Encouraged, Derek tried once more.

"Winona, make a sign if you hear me, let me know!"

The shrunken, disheveled woman grimaced, as she uttered one word 
indistinctly.

"Vumpphas..."

Derek bent closer, bringing his ear close to Winona's lips.

"Say again, once more, Winona."

"Vampires..."

Derek sighed, and straightened up, his half-smile disappeared.

"Delirious," he said to the still empty room.

A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Dr Jordan, can you come to the visitors room on Keller?" it asked.

"Not at the moment Amelia, I want to try to make some sense of this... 
condition," replied Derek.

"I would appreciate your help Derek, you see it's Mr Blakelock..."

"As in Cynthia B..."

"The very same, Derek."

Derek Jordan reluctantly joined Sister George and trudged towards Keller. 
His mind raced, it was one thing to tell a relative of a death, but how did 
you explain to a man you had, only too literally, lost his teenaged 
daughter?



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"You know, don't you! Tell me, I know you know..."

The irate teenager stared directly at Leanne, her slim body stiffening with 
rage. When no reply came from the weeping woman she calmly reached forward 
and slapped her with a force she had seemed incapable of.

"Hey! That's enough, who the hell do you think you are bursting in here, 
attacking my friend!" screamed Jolene, as she grasped the girl's wrist 
halting a further blow.

"Why don't you ask your precious friend? she knows," the angry girl spat.

Confusion creased across Jolene's face, she moved her head to look at 
Leanne. In addition to the red imprint left by the girl's hand there was 
something else, the tell-tale sign of guilt.

"Leanne, what is this crazy woman talking about?"

"This is Cynthia, or rather Cyn. I asked her to come here," answered Leanne.

"What! When? We have never seen her before..." asked Jolene.

"I told you about the link, Cyn is part of it. I called her... in my head."

"Why? I don't understand, Leanne, what can she do to help?"

"She was at the concert, she is like me. Cursed to be linked to the 
vampires. Together we can find them... but..." Leanne sobbed.

"But what?" asked Jolene, "Come on spit it out."

Leanne said nothing. Cyn was more vocal.

"But only through sex, we have to have sex. It strengthens the link, doesn't 
it Leanne?

The sobbing woman nodded as she avoided looking at Jolene.

"So that's what you were up to! Trying to seduce me before this... this girl 
arrived to make it a lesbian orgy!" Jolene's voice crackled with barely 
suppressed anger.

Leanne's reply was barely audible.

"Yes..."

Cyn wrestled herself free of Jolene's failing grip, and with a fluid motion 
she drew her nightdress over her head. Buck naked the young woman stood, her 
slim legs obscenely splayed.

"The plan hasn't changed," said Cyn.

"The plan hasn't... fuck off! Over my dead body," raged Jolene.

The girl laughed.

"Violence won't be necessary, I can be very persuasive..."

Cyn simply placed one hand on either of Jolene's shoulders. She exerted no 
pressure, nothing that could account for the buckling of Jolene's knees. 
Gradually, but unrelentingly Jolene's eyes passed the landmarks of Cyn's 
body. The sleek neck, protruding collar bones, the soft swell of her breasts 
and the sharp contrast of her wicked looking nipples. Eventually the smooth 
fecund abdomen grazed past Jolene's lips then the fine pubic hair tickled 
her nostrils. Pleading, begging, the crouched woman looked up at her abuser.

Cynthia just smiled, and then opened her mouth widely. To her horror Jolene 
felt her mouth respond, mirroring the girls wide yawn. An instant later, 
Jolene's mouth was filled with damp folds and unknown pungent tastes. She 
felt every judder of Cyn's young body as the teenager raked her flooded slit 
across Jolene's lips. The girl grunted and pressed her mound forward, her 
protruding clitoris burning a soft groove into Jolene's tongue.

Her mind fought against being used as a sex object by another woman. Her 
will power was strong, but her body was weaker. To add to Jolene's disgust, 
she felt the telltale butterflies flutter over her stomach, followed by the 
first trickle of love juice down her thigh. Breathing hard through her 
compressed nose she concentrated hard, forcing the pleasurable sensations 
away. She did not want this. Her head started to clear, and Jolene was able 
to bring the palms of her hands up, and placed them on Cyn's trembling 
buttocks. The girl mistook this for passion and drove her slimy vulva deeper 
into Jolene's open mouth. Jolene prepared herself, one hard push and she 
could over-balance this little madam.

The push however never came, as Jolene steeled herself for the effort, she 
was finally defeated. Not by Cyn, no, not Cyn. It was the sudden arrival of 
Leanne's warm mouth on Jolene's bare pussy that crushed the fight out of 
her. One second she was resisting with all her might, and the next was 
coming in exactly the same way. As Jolene shouted her pleasure into Cyn's 
rampant organ she felt another more intense orgasm brewing. The pattern was 
relentless, release and build up, climaxes following one another without 
time to recover. Jolene was surrounded by soft feminine flesh, and her 
reluctance drowned in the warmth and wetness it offered.



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Bill Blakemore looked up as the door of the sparse room opened.

"How is she Doc, how is my Cynthia?"

"Ah I see, how much did Sister tell you?" Derek asked.

"Nuthin' she told me to wait on you, what's going on!"

"Well, I have good news and bad news, which would you like first?"

"The good, I need some good."

"Cynthia is not physically harmed, she is fit and able," said Dr Jordan.

"So can I take her home Doc? Or what?"

"That's the bad news, she's quite mentally unstable. She attacked a 
colleague of mine and er, she absconded."

"That's crap! My Cyn wouldn't attack nobody, let alone someone helping her. 
You've lost her haven't you -- I've heard about this, what did you do, leave 
her on a trolley for hours and then find she'd buggered off?" Bill clenched 
his ham sized fists.

"No! Mr Blakemore nothing of the sort, your daughter was undoubtedly in post 
traumatic shock. Nonetheless, she sexually assaulted a nurse and physically 
attacked our administrator. She then escaped..."

"Why you lyin' shit! You are covering summat up aren't ya. I'll make a 
necktie outta your bollocks, sunshine." Bill roared as he launched himself 
across the small room.

Derek recoiled heading instinctively for the door, but his tiredness negated 
the age difference between him and the irate builder. An instant later and 
his head was locked under the immense, sweaty arm of Cynthia's father.

Bob who had been a bystander to this point, shot into action.

"No Bill there's no point, leave him! We will find Cyn, find her and take 
her home. You'll see," he pleaded.

"I should throttle him, just for what he said!" growled Bill, his biceps 
bulging.

Derek's skin turned from a shade of grey to puce.

"No, think Bill, think, how'll that help? We can find her, look after her -- 
can't we?"

Bill considered this for a second, and then chucked the gasping doctor 
across the room. Tubular plastic chairs scattered as Derek careered past 
them and slammed into the wall. Bob walked across to Bill and slung an arm 
around him ushering him through the half glazed door. Just before he left, 
he glanced back to the crumpled man on the floor.

"Looks like it's your lucky day Doc, bye."



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Jolene groaned, she was in agony - her head felt as if it was going to 
burst. For long minutes she lay alone and naked on the unmade bed. She was 
desperately trying to remember who she was and where she was. There was an 
odd taste in her mouth, suddenly she gagged and coughed. She removed the 
tickling object from her mouth, and stared at it incredulously. It was a 
pubic hair, a dark blonde, glistening, pubic hair. All at once it flooded 
back, drowning her in misery. Jolene jumped up from her reclining position 
and called out.

"Leanne! Leanne where are you?"

No response.

"Cyn, Leanne, anyone?"

No response.

Jolene's attention was caught by a strong desire originating between her 
legs. She needed to pee. She made her way in haste to the en-suite. There 
she sat, legs akimbo, listening to the sound of her lusty stream pouring 
into the bowl. From her low vantage point she noticed the damp towels and 
wet shower curtain. Someone had recently vacated the bathroom. She reached 
out and grasped a sheet of toilet paper. She went to wipe herself and 
noticed writing scrawled on the scrap. Jolene held it up to the light to 
read.

'Jo, I have left with Cyn to seek out the Bitches. I left this secretly as I 
don't trust her; she is too much like them! Anyway you stay and look after 
Fizz. If he is well enough come to..."

Jolene grabbed at the next sheet; her hurried fingers fumbled the thin 
tissue. It floated from her hand, and landed on the damp tiles. Before her 
panicked eyes the writing started to run. Jolene snatched the scrap up and 
dabbed it against her bare thigh. She held it high to try and decipher it.

'xxxxxxilly xxxxle, it's between Van and Bedwas. Under it thexx xxx 
xxxxxxns.
Go on train to xxxdifx it's not far xxxy.'

Tears of frustration filled Jolene's eyes. In sheer hope, she plucked off 
the next sheet.

'If I don't see you again - have a good life. Look after Fizz, he's a good 
'un.
Love Lee...'

"Shit!"

Jolene tore off sheet after sheet, there was no more. She decided instantly 
that this puzzle needed Fizz's brain. It was beyond her; she just hoped and 
prayed that he would be well enough to help out.



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The train jostled through the lush countryside ambling its way to the final 
station. The brakes squealed and the train shuddered to a halt with enough 
force to pitch Gwen out of her doze. She glanced out of the grimy window and 
yawned. She instantly recognised the scenery, the train was approaching 
Newport, it looked as if the express was late again. She looked back into 
the carriage and across the aisle, what she saw confused her. She blinked 
her eyes, trying to force them to re-adjust to the dimness of the carriage. 
Her eyes widened as she realised she was not mistaken.

A young woman sat opposite her, her head reclined on the headrest, her face 
showing complete relaxation. Beside her sat an older woman, unremarkable in 
looks. But deep in concentration, her paper folded on her lap. Not at first 
sight anything unusual. It was what the woman was concentrating on, that was 
disconcerting. She was apparently focusing all her attention on rhythmically 
rotating her right hand, which sat buried deep within the open zipper of the 
younger woman's jeans. Gwen narrowed her eyes feigning sleep.

'I wonder if she knows? Is she really asleep? Should I stop this assault?'

The questions tumbled through Gwen's troubled mind. In an instant an answer 
was given. The girl's previously relaxed arm twitched on the grey plastic 
armrest. Delicately she moved it, her fingers coming to rest on the silver 
stud above her belly button. Nervously they plucked at the piercing, before 
dipping into her indented navel and mirroring the circular motion of the 
hand between her thighs.

'I should stop watching, this isn't right...' Gwen thought.

Gwen decided to turn her head, but a motion stopped her. The girl's hand had 
slipped under the hem of her cropped top. Slowly and sensuously, it snaked 
upwards, only stopping when the extended fingertips met the erect bud of her 
nipple. Despite herself Gwen continued to watch as the fingers grazed the 
expanding bud, amazed to find her own nipples responding in kind. She had 
watched this sort of thing on video with her boyfriend Daffyd, and it had 
always left her cold, uninterested. But here playing the accidental voyeur, 
the effect was different, electrifying and erotic. Gwen shifted a little 
uncomfortably in her seat, only too aware of the growing heat in her tight 
knickers.

The girl arched her back softly, and blew a soft sigh between her open lips. 
The hand extended into her jeans jerked a little more erratically and with 
each jerk sank a little further through the gaping fly. Gwen watched 
silently as the young woman's ribs rose and fell with increasing passion. 
Gwen's own hand stirred in her lap exploring her covered mound through the 
soft fabric of her skirt. Sharp, delicious tremors fluttered across her 
tummy, as her other hand slid under the waist band of her skirt. Her 
fingertips caressed the fine down bordering her pubic hair. She shifted her 
legs slightly to obscure the sight of her public pleasuring and allowed her 
hand to drift towards its goal.

Gwen reopened her eyes a little, and drank in the seductive scenario playing 
out just an arm's breadth from her. The younger woman was clearly on the 
cusp of her climax, as the older woman now rotated both her skillful hands. 
One delving between the youngsters thighs, the other between her own splayed 
legs. Gwen sighed and allowed her fingers under the edge of her knickers to 
dabble in the glorious wetness that was her vulva.

Her eyes closed slowly as she concentrated on the wet tapping of her index 
finger against the crown of her stiff clitoris. Silently she bucked as the 
fluid retained so long by the glistening walls of her vagina pumped out to 
cover her pulsing lips. For long seconds she rode against contraction after 
contraction of pure pleasure.

When she opened her eyes the young woman stood beside her, gazing at her 
with the most appealing expression.

"Hello, I am Cyn, and this is Leanne. I hope you don't mind, but we couldn't 
help noticing..."



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Fizz sat up excitedly on the trolley, as he recognised the steps approaching 
him. A second later Jolene appeared around the corner, carrying a smile as 
big as the suspension bridge.

"Fizz! Am I happy to see you, are you OK, my love?"

"It takes more than a few ruffians to lay Dr Jule's low for long," Fizz 
replied with a lop-sided grin on his bruised features.

Fizz looked behind Jolene expectantly.

"Where's Leanne?" He asked.

"Long story, a long story I don't want to tell you," tears filled Jolene's 
eyes.

"Try me, love. I am a very understanding man."

"It's a bit public here," Jolene winced.

"Them, oh they are all too busy to listen in," Fizz reassured her.

"Well it all started when this girl Cyn turned up at the hotel..."

Jolene was interrupted by a passerby rushing up, he virtually exploded his 
question at her.

"Cyn, you have seen my Cyn? Where, where -- tell me!"



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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub June 2005
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