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{ASSM} Vampyre Daze Chapter 20 of 50 [Yotna El'toub] (FF,TG, 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 20: The Attempt and Not the Deed.


"Evenin' Post! Get yer Evenin' Post 'ere" The paper seller
yelled, "Concert goers - disappear... Where are the missing fans?"
The burly man paused and turned to the news vendor. "Give us one
mate." He asked, slipping his coins into the newsprint covered
hand. He unfurled the paper and read avidly as he walked home.
Once there, he threw the paper down on the kitchen worktop and
brewed the first of many coffee's he would consume that evening.
Coughing hoarsely he carried the splashing, steaming cup to the
lounge. The cup was deposited on a small table, before the man
slumped into his grubby armchair, and absentmindedly flicked on
the T.V. via the remote.

"Breaking news, following the disturbance at the Carling
Academy the mystery deepens as hundreds of fans are now
unaccounted for. Reports of girl's walking out of schools and
offices across the county. What does all this mean? We speak to
Childline experts and the eminent Professor of Child Psychology
at Bristol University. Elsewhere, reports of a dead swan spark
fears of 'bird flu' in the South West. We have exclusive footage
of a swan, to aid viewer's to identify them accurately. Over to
swan expert Dr Ivan Necrosis."

"Dr Necrosis, how do the public identify dead swans?" "Ah, yes
interesting, in general they fly and swim less than other swans."
Came the curt reply.

"Fuckin' idiot reporters." The man spat, and turned off the T.V. He arched
his body and rummaged in the tight pocket of his jeans. Triumphantly he
finally extracted his mobile phone, before his thick fingers
flashed nimbly over the buttons. He stuck the phone to his ear
and waited for a reply.


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


Fizz and his small band of helpers approached the darkened walls
of the ancient castle. Perspiration dribbled down Fizz's back, he
really wasn't built for this level of stress. He jumped at the
sudden raucous sound of the 'Lambada' blaring out from behind
him. He swung around, his eyes full of blame and stared straight
at Bill. The accused shielded his reddening face as he answered
his phone call. "Yup, what! Really, yeah I'll tell the others.
No, no sign yet. But I will find her. Yeah sure, course I will.
Thanks mate. Bye."

Fizz approached Bill as he pocketed the phone. "Now do I need to
point out that we are on a dangerous mission here? I myself don't
fancy meeting one of these things and serenading it with the Lam
- fucking - bada! Please switch the phone off. Now, Bill."


Bill flashed his eyes in temper."Here doc, this might just be useful to 
know. Of course
if you ain't interested ferget it!"

Jolene stepped forward.

"Boys, boys, you are both right, OK? Now what was the information
Bill?"

"Well as it's you," Bill growled, looking through his bushy
eyebrows at Fizz, "Seems that lots of fans that were at the
Bitches concert the other night have now disappeared. They are
planning summat - you know?"

Fizz smiled ruefully. "That is useful to know. But could you please turn the 
phone off now Bill?"

"Of course," Bill grumbled, and switched the phone to silent
mode; before slipping it back into his pocket quickly. "Who made
him leader anyways?" Bill muttered to no one in particular.

Fizz plodded on, as he too muttered quietly, although murderously,
to himself. Soon they reached the first problem, the castle was
securely locked. Fizz regarded the bolt-strewn door with dismay.
Out of all his various thoughts this was the one thing that
hadn't occurred to him. His frustration boiled over. "Shit, we
will never get in here!"

"Well it might take me 30 seconds to pick that inset door." Bill
grinned.

"You can pick locks?" Fizz asked.

"Oh yeah, builders often have to get into houses. People either forget we 
are
coming, or lock us all out." Bill explained.

"Get on with it then." Fizz responded gruffly.

Bill stepped forward gleefully and set about his task.

"Take it easy on him Fizz." Jolene soothed.

"He's a liability."

"Without him, you and I would be stuck out here." Fizz's face
softened.

"Point. As always, you are more forgiving than me. And, of
course, right."

"My love, it's not easy, I know that. But we will do it - together."

Fizz blinked at the comment, she, that was Jolene had used the love word - 
about him. Could it be true?
Before he could question her further, he was interrupted.

"Come on then, we're in." Called Bill excitedly. Once Jolene
stepped over the threshold, Bill swung the door shut. The
adventure was now upon them.


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


Emily wandered down the side of the M4, as her skimpy dress was
plastered to her skin by the gusts from the passing lorries. She
knew this made no sense, she knew her mum would be crazy with
worry. But none of that mattered; she had to get to the 'meeting
place'. Not that she even knew where the 'meeting place' was or
why she wanted, no - needed, to get there. She just did, it was
expected. West, she had to head west, and that meant Wales. Emily
sighed, and stuck out her thumb resolutely. To her amazement an
Audi A3 screamed onto the hard shoulder and stopped a hundred
yards ahead of her. She ran, hard, towards the brake lights.

"Wales?" She gasped, into the open passenger window.

"Do you know how dangerous, no to say illegal hitching on a motorway is?"
Asked the shadowed face of the woman driver.

"Yeah, I'm an idiot. But you see I just have to get to..."

Emily was interrupted by a more conciliatory tone. "Somewhere to
the west? In Wales?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Emily asked, slack jawed.

"Me too. Were you at the concert?"

"Bitches? Yeah, were you? You look a bit..." Emily faltered.

"Old? Yes, I suppose so. I'm an original fan. Look love, get in -
before you freeze to death, or worse!"

"Thanks, I'm Emily."

"Rita. Let's get where we're going - huh."

Emily was thrown back in her seat by the force of the cars sudden
acceleration.


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Slowly the impromptu rescue party searched the castle.
Frustratingly there was little sign of anything unusual. Jolene
sighed. "There's nothing here, the place is just deserted."

"That's the way it looks, damn!" Cursed Fizz, he glanced around -
still wary of Bill's presence. Sure enough the fool had
disappeared. "Oh great, where is Mr Personality? I expect he's
stopped to download a ring tone."

Bill popped up from behind a low wall. "I have been following my
instincts as a historian and a builder." He snapped.

"A historian!" Fizz's face cracked and he roared with unkind
laughter. "Now I have heard everything."

"Oh titter yea not Dr Spock! I have found something, a doorway to
a cellar. Sometimes even the non-academic can discover things."

Jolene perked up and rushed over to join Bill. "He's right Fizz,
and I can hear... Chanting."

Fizz forced himself to look pleased, he was really, but if only
Bill hadn't found it. Slouching, he plodded towards the grinning
builder, suddenly his depression deepened. As he watched Jolene
placed a kiss on on Bill's ruddy cheek. Fizz winced at the pain
caused by his nails digging furrows into his soft hands. He
swallowed his pride and followed the excited pair into the bowels
of the castle.

His breath billowed in front of him condensing in thick clouds,
he sighed. In his condition there was a limit to how many steps
he wanted to take on in a day. If he was to walk back up this way
he would already be well over his limit. Deep in thought, Fizz
thumped straight into the back of Jolene.

"Be careful, we're getting close." She whispered urgently.

"Sorry love." He responded sulkily.

"Bill has gone ahead to see what's going on." She stated.

Fizz said nothing, he just drew in his breath sharply. Almost
immediately Bill's face appeared, it was distorted with rage.

"They are having an orgy down there, and my poor Cyn is in the
middle of it. Three of them are on her, they... They are..." Bill
broke down, sobbing deeply.

Despite his feelings Fizz placed a hand on Bill's heaving
shoulder, comforting the big man. "We will get her out Bill, her
and Rachael."


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"Rita, can I ask you a question?" asked Emily.

"Sure anything, we seem to be stuck in this together."

"Well it is a bit personal..."

"Personal? Well why not... Shoot!"

"Since the concert, have you... I mean do get..." Emily stalled.

"Dreams? Do I have erotic dreams?" Rita suggested.

"You do! But are they all..." Emily faltered once more.

"Lesbian? Yes I get the dreams. And yes they are all unnervingly,
completely lesbian. Oh and before you ask I'm completely
straight."

"So was I." Said Emily.

"So were you? You mean you aren't any more?"

Emily blushed, and her face fell. She stared resolutely at her shoes. A fat 
tear
rolled down her cheek.

"Emily are you all right?" Rita asked.

"No, not really. Yesterday I felt up my best mate. She slapped
me. And she was right! I'm a pervert!"

"No, not at all. You are just young and a little confused. Don't
be so hard on yourself Emily."

"Hard on myself? I pushed Jean down on the bed and shoved my hand down her
pants. I acted like a dirty old man. Even worse, I loved it. It turned me on
like hell."

"Look, what happened at the concert shook us all up. It's not
surprising you had a reaction."

"A reaction? I was insatiable, I forced her, I made her..."

"Made her what?" Asked Rita.

"Come. I made Jean come, and now she hates me."

"She's just shocked, give her time."

"Why did I get so turned on? Why am I turned on now."

"Now? You are turned on now?" Asked Rita.

"Yes, see I am perverted..."

"It's not just you, I'm getting there."

"You are? Why?"

"Because you're talking about it, being in the car with me is... Sexy."

"It is? For you too?"

"Incredibly, look we'll stop at the next services, but do
something for yourself."

"What? Turn myself on, now that's really dirty..." Emily said
quietly.

"Isn't it just. Doesn't it make you wet. I know it makes me wet."
Said Rita, squirming in her bucket seat.

Emily said nothing more, she just slipped her hand under the hem
of her skirt and stretched her thong to one side; her wet slit
contracted against the coolness of the air conditioned car. She
arched as her fingers slid into her damp folds. Rita looked
across to the wriggling girl, her own trembling hand fell to her
lap. Once there it explored the damp gusset of her jeans. She
drove on in a state of rising bliss.


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Jolene listened as they meandered down the corridor, but try as
she might she could not distinguish Rachael's voice from the chorus of
excited female cries. Steadily they moved towards the dull red
that shone out into the semi-dark corridor. Bill spoke softly.
"What's our plan Fizz?"

"Observe and rescue, once the whole thing gets frenetic we go
in, grab the girl's and make a swift clinical exit."

"Sounds simple, so why am I shitting myself?" Asked Bill.

"I don't know. But I am doing just the same." Fizz winked and
raised his forefinger to his lips.

The trio collected close to the doorway and waited, watching the
debauched spectacle before them. Jolene hung onto the rough wall,
partly for support, but mostly to stop herself joining the
seething throng. Bill swallowed hard and forced himself to watch,
he wanted to be witness to her ordeal; it would give him the
strength he needed for the rescue.

Cyn laid sprawled out on the floor of the castle's cellar. Her red tongue 
circled the stiff
bud-like clitoris that dangled from a buxom brunettes slit. Her
left hand was buried deep within the silken interior of Lalo's
open vagina, her right pounded into a resisting but flexible
rectum. Maldea worked her own form of oral magic between Cyn's
spread thighs, forcing the bucking teen to her latest orgasm.

The girl was surrounded by sex, fluid, luscious female sex, her
hair dripped with secretions, her skin shone with sweet sexual
sweat. Bill felt the sweat run down his back, and tried to avoid
thinking about his raging hard-on. He couldn't get it to subside,
but he would ignore it steadfastly. His concentration was broken
by a sudden movement at his side. Jolene broke rank and ran into
the heaving room. As she ran, she shed her clothes, a moment
later the once concerned onlooker pushed the gasping brunette
aside and plunged her folds down onto Cynthia's waiting,
expectant face.

Bill erupted in anguished temper. "No, no not you! Not on my
girl. Fuck it, no!"

Lalo's head shot up. "Strangers! Maldea, Erzs�bet! Strangers!"

Bill plunged into the room and rushed towards Jolene's crouched
form.

"Stop Bill!" Fizz called uselessly. Then he watched in open
mouthed as the room before him shimmered in a dull red mist. He
blinked when his vision cleared, the room was empty. Fizz was
alone.

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


Rita sucked hard, and was rewarded by Emily's groan. Rita's tongue
sipped out of Emily's grasping vagina, paused to explore the
puckered pee-hole and swept upwards to the pulsing clitoris. Her
tongue stiffened and banged the erect nub from one side to the
other. Emily pushed down uncomfortably against Rita's lips,
bruising them. Not that it mattered to Rita, nothing mattered,
the gear stick in her side, the cubby hole handle in the small of
her back; none of it mattered. All that mattered was pussy, the
one that filled her hungry mouth and her own - filled and
distended by her thrusting fingers.

Emily grabbed handfuls of Rita's thick hair, tearing some out by
the roots, neither realising or caring. Emily bucked hard against
the scrape of Rita's rampaging teeth, she ignored the painful
bites - they just added to the perverse pleasure. The desire was
too much, the need to come was all that mattered, no more doubt.
No more worry over the perversion she feared, it now held her in
its thrall and converted her to its passion. Another tumultuous
orgasm hit the young woman and she thrust her groin violently
into the mouth that worshipped her. Emily felt Rita move, she
felt her hands fall on her breasts.

She relished the sound of her favourite dress tearing under the
talons of Rita's manicured nails. Her nipples peaked to full
erection under the less than gentle ministrations of Rita's
plundering hands. Then she felt it, it was wonderful, for the
first time her virginal slit met another, slithered across its
wet, soft but hard surface and flattened against it in glorious
suction. Emily wriggled and shifted her thighs, yes - that was it!
Finally she was there - clitoris to clitoris with the woman she
hardly knew, but truly worshipped.

Rita ground her clitoris in wide circles around the larger one
beneath her. When Emily's wetness spurted forth it drove the
older woman over the edge and into the most spectacular climax of
her life. Nothing could compare, nothing could come close. But
then strangely it did, the call when it came was even more urgent,
even more intense.

"We have to get to the others - it is time." She puffed raggedly
to Emily. "Sit back and enjoy the ride." She quipped.


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



Bill staggered and fell heavily into the wet grass. Stunned he lay
still for a minute, then he raised his head - trying to
understand. Trying to get his bearings. He looked, he shook his
head, he looked once more; it was the same! His mind told him it
could not be, his eyes told him it was. He was not in a cellar,
he was on the open hillside, by the look of it somewhere on the
Breckon Beacons. It made no sense, nor did the orgy still going
on around him. Cyn still thrust and struggled against th active
tongues and pussies, but her back now slid along damp grass,
rather than a gritty floor. Not that she seemed to be at all
aware of the dramatic change.

Unsteadily he stood and noticed something glinting in the
distance which attracted his bleary eyes. There was a long snake
of traffic heading towards the hill. Bill spun on his heel, it
was the same everywhere he looked, at every degree of the 360,
there were vehicles and individuals heading for the orgy. His
mind was made up, he was alone, he was the last one. The final
line of defence. He gathered his thoughts and his strength, then
he bent and pawed the ground, bull-like with his steel capped
boot. He charged towards the one they had called Erzs�bet. As he
started his suicidal run, a phrase echoed through his fevered,
hating mind. "The attempt and not the deed."


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To be continued...

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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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