Vampire Slave
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by Caesar(92)
Jane entered the large quiet house. The
stillness and overbearing silence hung upon
her shoulders like a large weight. The sun
had just gone down leaving the house in
darkness. It was a huge, expensive house
with old and venerable furnishings. Every
time the housewife came here she felt like
eyes were following her every movement! She
sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of
her body, painful as a sharp knife.
With determination and familiarity, Jane
rounded the foyer and immediately began to
descend the massive staircase. The century
old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the
beat of her footsteps. Using only her left
hand, the thirty-two year-old woman guided
herself to the basement. It smelled of dust,
dingy water, and age.
The door handle was there a foot before her,
and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A
flickering light bathed her in a reddish
glow. As quiet as the woman could, she
entered the large cavernous room and closed
the door behind her.
A scream sounded from some dingy corner where
she saw a four foot cubed cage with a naked
child within. Its eyes were open wide with
fear and bewilderment. The child was
reaching for Jane with one hand through the
tight bars. Multitudes of small stringy
black mammals hung upside down, still. On
the opposite wall a cocoon-like egg-shaped
five foot long container hung. Inside the egg
an eerie shadow of a human could be seen in
the fetal position. The cobwebs in every
corner gave the basement the appearance of an
attic. A rat tore at a slab of meat that
resembled a greyish hand. An old man knelt
next to the door, his body covered in slash
marks and welts. He wore nothing except rags
and he was trembling at Jane.
The average looking housewife trembled in
barely controlled fear and disgust. She
hated this place!
An old metal staircase spiralled downward
into the depths. Taking a candle from the
tarnished silver holder, Jane descended into
what she considered hell.
The flickering flame only showed about ten
feet in radius and she knew the room below
her was very large, in fact larger than the
floor space of the house. She stood on the
well tread gravel path. In the darkness she
could hear the sound of flowing water, metal
scraping against rock, a moan of pain or
delight, and a concealed chuckle.
This was her destination!
"Hello? Is the mistress in?" She called out
with fear sounding in every word. Her voice
echoed several times until the silence
overtook the sound.
It only took seconds for her to see a person
materialize from the darkness. It was a
woman, a tall female with black hair and grey
eyes. A divinely beautiful woman who was the
ideal of the perfect female. She wore a
circlet of gold about her waist and another
around her ankle. In her right hand she held
a shiny leather whip.
Jane dropped to her knees in fright and
stammered out, "Mistress please...I need to
speak to you?!" The mistress stood above the
housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't
do it! What about my life, and my family's?"
The mistress played the whips tail about the
clothed shoulders of the housewife causing
her to tremble. Slowly the tail travelled
across the upturned face, then began over the
mounds of her breasts. Jane opened her mouth
to speak again, but the mistress effortlessly
slapped her cheek. Jane was sprawling
several feet away, the candle dropping to the
ground but stayed lit.
The naked beauty motioned to the stunned
woman. Seconds later a grey figure
approached Jane. The six foot creature had
small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long
sharp teeth, muscular torso but small thin
legs and arms, and claws on both hands and
feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the
mature woman in one hand and reached for her
clothes with the other. It laughed a
gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to
tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left
several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin.
Jane screamed out in horror, realizing that
she was in total control of the woman she
called mistress. The brute was a creature
who only lived for the distorted sense of
pleasure was to cause pain. It was a
creature the housewife had the horror of
meeting one other time.
The mistress looked on, not even stopping the
beast when Jane's clothes were finally off.
But watched with almost indifferent attitude.
The beast pulled Jane up into the air
effortlessly, her feet not even touching the
ground. Naked as she is, she's determined to
get through this horror somehow. Both her
fists were hitting its rock hard chest again
and again to no avail. With a grunt the grey
man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long
phallus.
Jane screamed out in pain!
Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her,
holding onto her hips and moving her up and
down very fast. The two inch wide cock
ripped and tore her sensitive vagina causing
her excruciating pain. The housewife could
take it no longer, and begun to pass out from
the brutal fuck. Spots appeared before her
eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the
pain. Much of which, she would mercifully
not remember.
Jane awoke, laying upon the cold gravel
floor, an unknown time later. Above her the
mistress stood, her legs straddling the
housewives face. Even as she first opened
her eyes, she saw the perfectly formed vagina
above her bulge up and red pee rained down
onto her face.
The housewife opened her mouth and took the
long wide stream, tasting blood. The
thicker-than-piss shot onto her face and into
her mouth where she attempted to swallow as
much as possible. Though most did end up on
her face and in her hair, she still swallowed
a large percentage of the thick salty liquid.
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees
after the mistress stood off to the side.
The mistress motioned with her whip for the
middle-aged woman to come closer. When she
knelt only a few inches from the beautiful
woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her
slave's hair and tugged it towards her. Jane
opened her mouth dutifully and tried to
capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as
possible.
Her tongue slide into the slim groove to
flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her
tongue. Jane is reminded of the first time
she met her mistress, a bar late night when
her husband was out of town on a business
conference. Little did she know, that chance
encounter would forever change her.
Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At
that moment she couldn't understand why she
questioned her orders. Her mistress told her
to do something and she will do it, at least
after she gives her mistress pleasure!
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A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed
and her sleeping husband. Everything was
serene and quiet. She now wore lingerie that
her hubby had bought for her. Quiet as a
cat, Jane crawled under the blankets over the
sleeping male. Working herself up from his
feet to his mid section the woman bent over
and immediately took his deflated penis into
her mouth.
Few times in there ten years of marriage had
the housewife taken his cock in her mouth.
Maybe that was why she had agreed to follow
that beautiful woman home from the bar that
fateful night. She knew the pleasure points
on the familiar cock, and used her tongue to
press them. The mans penis grew very rapidly
in her mouth, responding to her gentle
sucking. When he was hard, she began to
swish her tongue around the crown of the
penis, working her tongue into every curve
and crevice. While at the same time began to
rhythmically stroke the base of his cock with
her hand. The other hand squeezed his balls
and fingered his anus.
What man could sleep for long with that
attention? The husband was no different. A
groan preceded his forced wakefulness. He
immediately knew what was happening and cried
out with pleasure. A hand held the back of
his wife's bobbing head and held her there
making sure his pleasure would not be
interrupted.
When he felt that an orgasm was only seconds
away she stopped. The husband let out a huge
groan of despair, perhaps thinking she did
not want to continue. But to his surprise
and enjoyment, Jane began to kiss her way up
his body. Soon she held his rock hard cock
straight up in the air while she aimed her
bottom.
Jane let out squeal of delight and pain, from
sensations of her ripped and aching cunt.
She wanted to pleasure her partner to give
him everything. So she began a slow gentle
glide up and down his hard pole. Jane
brought her breasts down to her husbands
face, letting the hard nipples slide across
his moist lips. He was bringing his cock up
to meet her cunt, and the sloppy sounds
echoed about the room.
The smell of sex and something else drifted
about he room. Hubby only noticed the
strange, yet familiar, scent for a brief
second before his pleasure was too much for
him. Jane groaned out, echoing her husbands
ecstasy.
Hubby growled out loudly his sperm shooting
out the head of his cock to drench his wife's
vagina. The warm cum caused Jane to finally
reach her own orgasm, her vagina muscles
uncontrollably milking the cock inside her.
Soon they lay exhausted and spent, both very
happy.
Hubby rubbed his hand along his wife's back
and buttocks, feeling the wonderful warmth
and smoothness. He felt down to her thighs
and calves surprised and delighted that she
wore stockings. In fact it excited him
again, and a familiar stirring could be felt
within both sex organs.
Yet that scent again caught his attention,
when he noticed his wife was crying gently to
herself. He was about to ask her what was
wrong when he saw her left arm and then
noticed much of the bed covers. They were
drenched in blood. First thing he did was
jump, throwing his wife to the side, he
assumed she was hurt. Jane again clenched
him in her arms, looking into his eyes with
pity and sadness. Hubby saw a glint of ivory
as his wife opened her mouth only slightly.
Two long pointy teeth were sticking out of
her mouth!
He tried to jump backwards but Jane's hands
held him in a steel grip, and long nails were
breaking skin the blood dripping down to his
hands. She again rolled him onto his back
and placed both knees on either side of his
hips and held him. Jane slowly bent forward,
with mouth open, a spiked tongue slithered
out to lick and moisten her lips.
Hubby got off one word before his wife placed
her mouth around his windpipe and squeezed,
"Jane...!" The two teeth broke the skin and
she began to suck.
Just as she had done earlier with her two
children, the housewife sucked the life juice
from her husband. After when it was all over
she lay in a heap above the man she loved.
Jane cried!