0 comments/ 51492 views/ 16 favorites A Halloween Surprise By: HumbleTinselPolisher As the maple and oak leaves turn their deep shades of autumn, the magical force within their transmutation grows steadily. From the changing face of nature the very terms of existence demand that enchantment be recognized and a silent reverence be paid to it. Make no mistake in understanding the fables and superstitions are aligned with the most enthralling moments in the earth's cycle. As recognition of nature's slumber impinges upon the human brain stem, the magic turns dark and animalistic, even diabolical. From there the demons are called to life, but only for a time! Amid the cornucopia of full harvest, when nature's bounty provides us with it's generosity, those demons appear so we can vanquish them rapidly, steadfast in belief that something good will take place, something will protect us, as we lay down for our long revitalizations. Soft moist wind, made warm by the afternoon sun, clung to the leaf as it turned and drifted at the mercy of a thousand atmospheric variables. The maple leaf discarded by it's own creator suddenly careened against the stain glass window of an affluence abode. The almost imperceptible ticking sound produced by the soft collision, startled a truly magnificent, feminine, beauty lost in her wistful daydreams. Christobel had been staying at a close friend's estate to have a much needed change of scenes. Everything in the city had trapped and enclosed her in the horrible doldrums of existence she couldn't bear anymore. The exhilaration she felt on her nature walks through the grand estate were as astounding as that deep feeling of solitude from being there alone. It was just what she needed to sort things out. Over the course of the last several years she had gone from heterosexual to bi in what she considered a normal manner of discovery and the transition to becoming exclusively lesbian was something she knew was not of her own choosing. Still she had to admit that she truly was exclusively lesbian now and found that a difficult concession at best. One thing just lead to another but she did so love the feeling of another female's gorgeous body pressed and slithered all over her own. That naughty spirit was tremendous. The rich aroma of their secretions mingling into a greater sum of feminine essence felt as if she was wrapped in a protective cocoon. The thick taste of another's raw womanhood gliding down her throat as she produced so much of her own juices for her lover's passionate repast, gave her so much more intimacy than their other likenesses. The bond so strong between them for their sameness was supernatural. The knowledge that she could feel exactly what her sex partners felt when they were in the throws of passion held such overwhelming certainty and brought her intimacy further than anything she had approached with men. Men were so hard to figure out, so hard to understand. But still she longed for the touch of a male, to feel the combination of the yin and yang in an alliance of passion's very creation, and it was so enticing. She was always guided away from it by the possessive women she knew, and the places she now frequented, offered little to change that. She needed to be in control of her own life and recognized she was not. Even though she knew she was gaining a greater understanding of human nature as she went from the passive effeminate, being taken by her women friends, to the strong and almost truly male aggressive initiator, she knew there was something more. Something was missing. It wasn't the wanton need for conducting another woman's orgasm, it wasn't her own unquenchable desire to drink the female ambrosia, it was more a psychological desire to be in control of her own life that drove her on. Cutting her hair and dressing butch was almost a robotic action. She was denouncing the feeling which gnawed upon her that she really didn't want to do this, and wasn't really naturally inclined to be totally lesbian. Yet wrapped in that Sapphic cocoon, her expectation of becoming the butterfly within ,was glorious inspiration. Other people told her she was beautiful and she guessed she was, sort of, but she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop and for them to see her as plain and ordinary. Continuing through life as a lesbian shielded her from the feeling of being just ordinary, that persuasion certainly made her something different. Amid the naughty, exquisite, saturation of sultry female essence she was bolder and more alluring, daring to do, and try, things she would otherwise never have done. What made her decide to take the risk in her walk to get the mail was supported by the fact that she had not seen another soul in several days. She looked in the mirror and saw her firm breasts appear as the blouse she wore fell softly to the thick carpet. Admiring herself for a moment she saw her breasts flush slightly and her full nipples extend into their erectness. Her collogen filled lips were wet now as she thought of the splendor of suckling from another woman. She turned with animated grace and pulled down on the stretch pants she wore so often now because they showed her ripe swollen vulva to the entire world. Cascades of sweet flesh revealed themselves in the mirror as she whimsically performed a striptease for no one. Sensual feelings pervaded her spirit and she knew she was making the right choice. The only problem she could encounter in her walk was going to be the slim chance that someone would be coming down the road when she fetched the mail from that barely manageable antique iron box. Yet modesty still clung to her consciousness tightly and her heart escalated at the thought of what she had decided she would do. A tiny drop of clear vaginal fluid hung from her protruding majora and she gathered it on the tip of her delicate finger. She brought it to her lips and consumed it eagerly as if it were liquid courage. Staying true to her decision was more important than risking being seen in lewd expression. With confused steps of uncertainty Christol began her constitution. She walked down the trail shielded from above by the entwining branches of mighty oaks planted in two rows, only meters apart, with their limbs forever wrapped in open, devoted, embrace. The sound of the leaves breaking, ripping and crushing beneath her bare feet was a sort of thrush, sending shivers up her spine. The magic of their transformation as they were ground down under her feet ushered forth a change deep in her soul, a small, imperceptible, alteration. Yes it felt good to walk in the nude through so pristine a natural surround. The archway the trees formed, on the way down to the road, made her feel as is she was locked in fond embrace with nature alone. Suddenly the depth of her perception was augmented as she witness the trees readying themselves for their long winter sleep and her own ripeness hung like a sizzling mantle in the air around her. Her footsteps through the thick layer of fallen leaves touched down softy as she gracefully, deliberately, sway her hips in an enchanting dance so beguiling. The exaggerated swirling thrust felt in her abdomen drove sensation into the depth of her womanhood and she felt the warm slippery fluid moistening her majora and then her labia as they slide across their matches in delirious sensuousness. Her soft inner thighs soon glided through her own dampness in a sweet waltz so enthralling. A heart screamed out for all of nature to hear, "I am woman!" In celebration she traversed the distance to the road and then dug into the mailbox carefully. Most, in fact all, of the mail was for the owner of the Estate save a single gold embossed envelop addressed to her. Who even knew she was here? As her mind whirled in puzzled query, images of her friends and acquaintances formed in her consciousness. Actually that broke the enchantment of her solitude as much as hearing the sound of a truck downshifting gears on the winding road. When she heard the noise the truck made, it startled her in a most pleasant sensation. Her flesh stand opening all it's pours and almost breathing in the air around her, through her whole body, now flush with warm startled blood coursing hard through her countenance. A jolt of passion ran through her clitoris and the thought of being caught in the nude at the roadside made her suddenly fearsome. She felt the crimson glow of embarrassment as she ran for the cover of the Estate's inner sanctum, forgetting the envelop in her hand for now. The glimpse the truck driver beheld was an exquisite female form disappearing into the thick brush. Those shapely, strong legs and that firm, sweet tushy bobbling in so alluring a manner stirred the man's imagination instantly. Christol hid from view and the man thought to himself that he must be imagining things as he sped up the engine to climb the next hill. She was not in the protective surrounds of other women sharing her anxious declarations of nudity and feminine spirit. She was one single woman lost in the acknowledgement that she could be raped out here in the woods so easily, and there would be no one to save her from it. Still she managed to relax and continue her stroll through nature, in awe of everything she beheld while intentionally walking more slowly, consuming the environment and feeling her corporeal fluids trudge down her delicious legs. The birds now sang love songs to only her, while the sweet autumnal winds kissed and embraced every erogenous center within her and the gentle deer revealed themselves to acknowledge her presence. She had become one with nature. Once inside she glanced at her cloths on the floor and felt glad she had communed with the warm autumn afternoon, assured it was an edifying sojourn. One she would repeat for as long as she stayed on the Estate. After carefully opening the envelop she discovered it was an invitation to attend a "special" Halloween Party. The message explained her part was to be one of the vampires in attendance and she would be referred to as "The Demoness." It was signed the "Dungeon Master" and she had no idea who sent it to her, but the reference to one of her best friend's was assurance enough that she felt no fear of attending. The friend was a woman who she had made love to, frequently at first, and then their passion for each other waned over time, so nothing came of their relationship. That's actually how all her relationships had gone for some time. The party and the conquest of new and different lovers seem to keep her and all her friends from developing any ties stronger than the community of exclusive females loving females. Any true commitment was strictly avoided because it always ended with the cold steel blade of philandering, driven deep into someone's heart. Hedonism reigned supreme and self gratification was all there was, in her release of Sapphic passion. She was certain from the invitation that any sexual inclination would be acceptable to the host so it might turn out a totally macabre, outrageous, event, one she surely would regret missing. The girl in the costume shop was one that knew her and knew of her persuasion so trying on the different Vampire outfits and accessories became delicious foreplay and the girl's hands wandering over her swollen nipples and through her womanhood softly had Christol releasing orgasmic fluid into many of the dresses. When she apologized for it the girl just responded that she'd like to suck the luscious crème from each gown and would cherish the scent and taste of the soiled panties Christol gave her. It was most astounding when the girl refused to charge her for the costume rental and warned in a sultry manner that if she didn't return the gown and jewels the girl would come to collect them herself. Christol's protestation over the price did no good and the sex starved girl made it clear it was pussy she wanted for recompense. "Okay then, I'll see you in early November," was Christol's acceptance of terms and they both gushed. The girl retorted, "It's a date then." Psychologically, Christol didn't cower from her lesbianism when she headed for the car, as she usually did in public, and she felt strong in her identity. The guy passing by on the sidewalk as she got into the car was treated to a sight of revealing essence, and she smiled as he responded to her in a willing manner and acknowledged her clean shaven pussy was captivating. Safe inside the car from any unfamiliar advances she headed back to the Estate aglow. The few days left before Halloween Night past by in tranquility, and her nude travel to the mail box had left her sans clothing at all, from one bewitching hour onto the next. Her imagination ran wild with mixtures of what the event to come would be like and she found her fingers coated most of the time with sweet nectar from the center of her desire. Since no one would ever see or know what she did on the Estate, the bananas in the kitchen were to much to resist and the cold wrinkled squash from the refrigerator became an exquisite, warm, fantasy lover, both strap-on clad female and Vicious Male Vampire, over and over again. The solitude and her truly getting in touch with her own singular body, inside the Estate's comfortable accommodations and out in the natural unscathed grounds brought her to the conclusion that she didn't really care how her life was going, that she would simply take the easy path and let it all flow to whatever conclusion lay in store. Since she was already set for life, all she needed was sexual release and it didn't matter how she got it or what anyone thought of her because of it. She had no misconception of real love existing. Love was for fools and philosophers. The night of the ungodly fell upon the earth and Chrsitol stood at the entrance of what looked like a European Castle nestled far up in the deep foggy piedmont on a long private road. The wet gray stone accented her appearance. She had chosen a long wig that looked much like her own hair did before she cut it all off. It was darker and had waves in it that stood on the precipice of being curls. They dangle down upon her frail neck and across her shoulders in a sluttish regalia. Caution had bid her wear a black lace shawl that revealed her bare breasts but only slightly. If she was studied carefully you could see those gorgeous nipples in the openings of the lace weave beckoning for hungry lips to encase them. A thick gold necklace hung down obscenely as the sparkling jewels cast in it, caught the eye and bid you look at the eager, trembling flesh around it, calling you to stroke your yearning sex all over her. The black silk dress hung from her shoulders and parted above each breast to gather again beneath them tightly. The neckline was cut so low you could have seen her abdomen were it not for the thin, slick, leather, dominatrix corset she wore beneath it, that pushed her breasts up proudly. Her Eyes were covered by fiery red contacts that made her look to be a real demon especially with the thick dark eye shadow and long black lashes accenting them. The dress was slit nearly to her waist at an angle such that she couldn't actually hold it together. Some part of her leg and thigh or firm buttocks was always visible if not all of them in obscene delectability. At the right angle you could see that the corset didn't extend past her thin waist as there were deep red crotchless panties clinging to her sex and revealing her sweet hinter lips at all times. In her mouth she wore the usual fangs but these were so realistic they were frightening. The base of each was wide and strong and they drew into points so sharp and delicate. Her finger nails were painted that lesbian brownish purple and there were rings on almost every finger. She wore a garter belt and seamed fishnet stockings along with open toed heels. Shoes so easy to remove her feet begged for slithering tongues and sensual juices to cover them. Her leg muscles layered in precise physical configuration cut so deeply, as she stand in heels, that they entreated immediate ejaculation from both sexes. The glitter seemed so carefully applied on her face and trailing far below, you would imagine she carefully placed each one of the specks on her licentious body individually, and those long fragile earrings swaying from those tantalizing earlobes amid the flowing hair brushed upon her neck sending excited hints of a promise that a myriad of lustful contortions would soon be scheduled for several lucky suitors. As she presented her invitation in the foyer one male dressed in shining, greasy, vinyl with his cock and balls the only flesh exposed offered an exchange. She had to smirk at the diamond cock ring keeping his tool fully flaccid as he greeted each guest. A requisite of her entrance to the party was that she drink the concoction he held out to her. Otherwise she would be expelled immediately. He informed her it was a non-alcoholic aphrodisiac, specially formulated by the Dungeon Master himself and contained Mocombe bark from the Olduvai Gorge, hand picked black Ginseng from Korea and several secret ingredients that would not show on any drug screen, and had no known interactions with any drug. She accepted the exchange and the mixture tasted like she was drinking muddy dirt as it went down. Immediately she felt her body become flush and heated. The man then slurred out in the most flaming effeminate tone of voice, "may I take your wrap?" She slowly let the shawl peel off her body and bared those magnificent breasts to everyone. A scintillating shade of pink mingled with her tanned flesh as her rosebuds grew larger and harder than she had ever seen or felt before. Pleased to the point of envy the Vinyl Man showed her to the main hall. The hall was laid out in tiers much like the Hollywood bowl or any amphitheater with two exceptions. There were operalike loges along the upper walls with glass extending fully from the ceiling to their floors and the other exception was that each tier was possibly 25 meters wide on every level. Beds, Loveseats and benches were everywhere and in some areas there was nothing but large pillows. Everywhere Christo looked she saw people fornicating and a wicked grin formed her face into gleeful approval. At first on the main floor's upper levels what she saw was grotesque people that seemed barely more than animals and beasts, themselves, and she marveled at their elaborate costumes. One such animal tried to make a lunge at her and she watched as the Vinyl Man viciously beat the fellow back. Her eyes grew very wide when she saw the size of the Man/Beast's hard cock. It must have been ten inches long and so wide she couldn't have gotten her hand around it if she wanted too. For a second, in her confusion, she thought she heard the thing break something in it's spine as it bent so far and began to slurp and suck on it's own huge dick after recoiling A tinge of fright enveloped her as she could feel her sphincter muscle clamp shut in self defense. She reported to Vinyl Man, "Those costumes are so good! The people back there look like real animals!" Vinyl Man simply responded, "Oh they are! This way, dear." and he led her further down toward the center of the room. As she had suspected any sexual persuasion was permitted by the Dungeon Master. Her other suspicion was confirmed as the Vinyl Man was stopped by a callow gentleman who lazily sucked his dick to it's full arousal. As the Vinyl Man apologized, "I'm sorry for this interruption, it won't take long. He does this so well!" Christiol admonished him, "Enjoy it, I love watching two men doing this!" Warmth flowed from her aching vagina up through her breasts and she felt a most pleasant buzz in her head. She didn't know why watching a man suck another's cock turned her on, but it did and she couldn't keep her fingers from teasing her pussy as her proximity allowed her to languish in the slurping sounds the greedy man made. As Vinyl Man arched his back she knew he was blasting his ropes into the other man's mouth. A Halloween Surprise "Hey Zai, have you seen my trenchcoat? I need it for my costume on Friday!" Said Will. "No, Love. But why? I thought you were going to be Harry Potter, and I was going to be Hermione?" Zaya replied. "Oh... nah. This is Tim's party, and he wants to be the brothers from Boondock Saints." "But, where does that leave me? I wanted to do a couples thing." Zaya said, disappointed. "Well... I don't know babe. You're sexy as hell, just go as a sexy... whatever." Said Will, as he bolted out the door with his friends. Zaya slumped, staring at her Hermione costume. She didn't just buy the outfit, she had altered it to make the skirt shorter. She had planned some other surprises for Will, as well. Will and Zaya were... a mismatched couple. Will was a very nice young man. At 34 years old, he was 9 years than Zaya. He was very smart, and had a VERY high paying job as a junior parter at his father's firm. A father that guaranteed money for his school, his future... and for Zaya. While she wasn't very physically attracted to Will, she was attracted to his worshipping of her, and the fact that he could pay for her school. She wanted to be a Psychiatrist since she was in high school, and didn't have the money to go a top school. Will helped with that. She could see past the early on-set balding and slight pot belly, if he could help her achieve her goals. Will, of course, was living the rich dude's dream, in terms of Zaya. She stood a slim 5'6" with thick Raven locks. Her piercing blue eyes suggested her Icelandic heritage, but her outrageous body removed all doubt. Even at her height, she only pushed 120 lbs. soaking wet. Her supple B's looked great in anything from an evening gown to a flannel shirt. Her ass was slim, but most definitely shaped well. And she had legs that looked like they were golden bridges to heaven, which they were. On their wedding night, Will learned that Zaya wasn't fond of shaving her pussy. When he asked her to do it, she was insulted. She was willing to give her cherry to someone, and they have the audacity to ask her to shave? While he still got to fuck her that night, it would be a lie to call it intimate. She forced him to stand there, while she turned her back, removed her bra and thong, and laid down. He brought his dick to her mouth, and received what can only be described as an unenthusiastic blow job. No bobbing, barely any sucking, just enough to wet it. He lumbered between her legs and found her hairy pussy. He pushed in, and started pumping... ignoring her signs of pain. After 2 boring minutes, he blew his load in the condom, rolled over, tossed the rubber and started snoring. Zaya could only fight back tears thinking "This is my sex life? I thought it was supposed to blow my mind." Over the next 4 years, Zaya and Will had a lackluster sex life. Many aspects had come into the struggle. Will got bumped to full partner, and was dealing with more pressure from clients, AND resentment from other junior partners that felt that daddy's boy got the big office. On-top of that, what looks he had were almost gone. He went from balding to bald, and from pudgy to just fat. He had an average, if not unimpressive 5-inch dick to start with, and the weight added gave him a frump. Zaya still looked like she did when they got married. But, now that she has graduated and had dealt with her residency so fast, she was full time. The stress from work, and the birth control had made her moods swing, but no mood included horny. On top of it all, Zaya always insisted on condoms, as she wanted to be established in her field before getting pregnant. They had the schedule of sex... a death sentence for a good sex life. They would fuck once or twice a week. Usually in missionary, but when she was feeling adventurous, she would ride him. They tried doggy a few times, but his shrinking dick made is harder. Zaya tried spicing things up. She wore lingerie, bought toys, and even let Will play with her backdoor during cowgirl sex. But nothing broke them of their boring sex life. "Well, at least I get to go to a party on Friday! I haven't been to a Halloween party since college. And this time, I get to slut it up... even if Will ditched our costume." Zaya Bennett had been looking forward to Friday evening, since 8 a.m. on Monday. Lately, her job had been so stressful, that the thought of going to work made her sick to her stomach. She toughed through, though. Even though it had been a rough stretch, she still felt she was doing good. As the newest and most driven of the Psychiatry team, she felt that she could actually help some of the people at North Legion Mental Health Facility. But lately, that drive has been... tested. Three months ago, Zaya was assigned prisoner duty at a neighboring penitentiary. She had to help with inmates that were too far past what prison Psych's could help with. It was a right of passage at her clinic. Every patient was sicker than the last. From Rapists to killers to woman beaters, each one made her skin crawl. She always felt like she was just there for her hazing from the other doctors at her work. She detested every patient, and saw no redeemable inmates... Until she met one. "His name is Harrison Taylor. He was convicted of murder. He was originally slated for twenty-five to life, but after 2 years in Davenport Fed, he has shown some disturbing mental trends." Said C.O. Psych Erin Burns. She continued "When he arrived, you could tell he was tough as nails. But usually, you need YEARS in prison to establish a rep. He was the top man within days. I'd talk to him, and he almost seemed proud of his standing. Then the fights started. Every time a new batch came in, Harrison was the target for some other guy to make his mark. In 2 years, he's been in 15 fights. Of those 15, he's sent every one of them to the infirmary, except for two. They went to the morgue. He's only been hurt once. And each time, our investigation showed that he didn't initiate. If he wasn't a convict, he'd be a victim." "Erin, I noticed you called him by his first name. That's not just irregular by your standards, but breaks the prison protocol. Why?" Inquired Zaya. "Truth be told. I don't think he did it. Harrison was represented by the worst lawyer in the state, and went up against an Assistant D.A. that is campaigning for a judgeship. They didn't prove Harrison did it, they proved he was in the same city, and the bumbling idiot representing him got him to plea to save the death sentence." "So... what's his issue? He seems like he can take care of himself, and you obviously are in his corner. Why did you request outside help?" "Zaya, I hate to say I can't do something... but he's past my help. He hates it here, he hates fighting, and what makes it worse is his cling to innocence. I'm honestly hoping you can work with him for a couple sessions, see some light in him, and request he be moved to your secure wing." Said Erin. "Oh, Erin. That's a tall order. But I'll talk to him, and see what's what." As Erin walked to the prison mental health office, she had to admit... she was interested in the case. She had yet to meet one inmate that seemed either remorseful, or actually innocent. She walked in looking at the report, and clearly stated, "Hello Mr. Taylor, I am Dr. Bennett. I am here to talk to you about your recent struggles wi—" She stopped mid-sentence, as a truly Herculean man stood to greet her. She read the report of a 6'6" 260 lbs. But didn't figure any extra weight would go anywhere, but where her husband's weight lives. This report had to be old, Harrison Taylor looked like he hadn't eaten a piece of junk food in his life. His forearms were the size of her thigh's and his biceps didn't allow his t-shirt sleeves to cover them. He was wearing a shirt, but the build was obvious. He was built everywhere. Zaya took a second, reminded herself that she was not just a professional, but a happily married woman. She continued " -- your struggles with day to day prison life. Can you please tell me about yourself?" "Yes, ma'am. My name is Harrison Taylor. I'm in here for the foreseeable future, and I've done nothing wrong. Every day, I wake up, and prepare for war. Even though I've told everyone that I'd prefer to just read in the courtyard, I have a target on my back. Everyone, in every clique wants to fight the big black guy. Now, I can take care of myself... for now. But with every fight, it gets harder. I know that one day... maybe not too far from now, I'll no longer be that guy. But at what cost? Will I die in this horrible place? A place that I haven't earned?" Zaya was pretty stunned. Based on appearance, and sadly, stereotypes, Zaya thought she was going to get a thug talking with scandalous language that she wouldn't understand. Harrison was well-spoken, articulate, and most important... sincere. She knew she was interested. She refused to admit it was because of Harrison, but that night, and for the next three nights, Will made out like a bandit. Blow jobs, sex, teasing, the whole bit. What he didn't know is that while he was getting it once a day, Zaya was masterbating consistently. After a month of meetings, Zaya cashed in her biggest I.O.U chip with the judge. She had agreed to work with his nephew, in order to get him out of serving time for a 4th DUI. Harrison spent all of October in her care at North Legion. Over that time, she had built a relationship with Harrison that showed her that he wasn't crazy, and she believed the same as Erin... he didn't do it. After dozens of sessions with him, she felt he had some causes for appeal. But, knowing little of the law, she asked Will to take a look. "You want me to take a pro-bono case on some con you are working with? Are you out of your mind? I'm still new to being the big dog. If I bring in cases that DON'T bring money, they'll laugh me out of the partner chair." Said Will. "Honey, don't you want justice? Isn't that why you got into law? Harrison didn't do it. And if you help him, it would mean a lot to me." "Zaya... no. Just, no. Harrison isn't the... image that the firm is looking to rep." "Why? Because he's black? That's pretty fucked up, Will. Even for you." Yelled Zaya. "Jesus, here we go again. Little Zaya calling me a racist. Zaya, I'm a realist. Maybe you don't see crime stats like I do. But these... coons kill, rape, and steal anything and everyone they encounter... at least more than whites!" Retorted Will. "... William Bennett, mark my words, if you EVER use that language around our future children, you'll never see them again. And you keep those ugly thoughts away from me." Replied Zaya. After screaming from Will about how it's his house, and his rules, they agreed to disagree. Monday, Zaya went to work, just waiting for Friday. She also wanted to get home to patch things up with Will. She walked in, and told her receptionist to bring Harrison in for his Monday morning. "Oh, no need, Mrs. Bennett. Harrison is gone." "Gone? What do you mean?" "His lawyer was being investigated for throwing cases for that A.D.A. They found everything on Friday, and the D.A. released everyone on Saturday. He was innocent. Who knew?" "Oh... well... good for him," said Zaya, while pushing a dim smile. "Wow, he's gone." She thought. She knew she liked Harrison, and believed him. But until know, she didn't know how much she'd miss him if he ever got released. She had no contact with him, and figured he was just gone. For the next four days, she went through the motions. She did her prisoner time, and worked with her usual patients, but her mind was absent. It was on Harrison. In his last sessions, they had run out of things to cover for him, and she was mentioning how excited she was for Tim's Halloween party, and Harrison had mentioned how much he missed Halloween. How much he loved handing out candy to the little ones, and hoping to see some pretty moms. Zaya blushed, and Harrison made fun of her about it. She'll miss his teasing. But that wasn't the only thing distracting her. As Friday approached, Zaya was getting really excited... and her horniness was building. Will had been pestering her about when he could fuck her without a condom, as she wanted to wait until she was established before getting pregnant. They had agreed it was almost time to start trying, but hadn't set a date. She decided to surprise him at the Halloween party. No condom, and she wasn't on birth control... oh... and for the first time in their marriage, she shaved her pussy. Well, to be more accurate, she had it waxed at a parlor. She didn't want razor burn, and wanted it to look perfect for Will. She had it done Monday after work. On Tuesday, she felt so worked up by the feeling of her bald pussy on her panties that she had to remove them at lunch. On Wednesday, she could barely get home before she ran to the shower and used the pulsing head to push her over the edge. She finished just before Will got home, and she had to fight of his pleas to fuck her. She wanted Friday to be a surprise. He agreed to a blow job, and got one. Over the last few years, she's gotten markedly better. Zaya grabbed his dick through his slacks and whispered some dirty talk. "Will, how much do you want me to suck your dick?" "Oh Zai, do it, baby!" She unzipped him, and dropped to her knees. She pushed him back onto the bed, and pulled his boxer briefs down. As he was sitting, it was basically just his head and balls. But she did her best. She looked up at him, and took everything he had to offer. She held it there for a while, then stuck her tongue out, and started licking his balls. Will moaned, and Zaya kept working. She sucked on the head, and took her left and lightly massaged Will's balls. She knew she was doing well, and if she wanted, she could push this for a while longer. But she wanted to end it. She did her favorite move. She looked at Will, and started sucking the very tip, while tonguing the hole... then, as quick as possible, she sucked the thing down as far as she could, while pressing her tongue against the bottom. Will lurched back, and within seconds was pumping his little load into her mouth. Zaya knew what made him happy, and swallowed. Thursday, she did better. She was still horny, and wore a long skirt with no panties to avoid sexual rubbing. Although the underwear thing backfired, and she was hornier than if she would have just worn them, she got through the work day, and used her secret vibrator when she got home. Friday was finally here. All day at work, she rushed through her paperwork. Her meetings with patients went great, as she felt she owed them her best, but the rest of the day was a blur. When she got home, she wanted to change before Will could see her naked. She put on her sexy little black skirt that she had taken almost 4 inches off. It went to just below her ass. She put on a white blouse with no bra. The blouse was see-through, but no matter, she had her Gryffindor cardigan. Her hard nipples stuck through the shirt, but the jacket covered it up. She found some calf length white stockings, and through them on. After she found her Red and Gold tie, she went on the search for panties. After a long search, she settled on the thong from her Wedding night. Will never got to pull it down her panties to the bald pussy he was desperate for. Will got home, put on his too tight black tee shirt, and his black trenchcoat. As Zaya came downstairs, Will barely even noticed. He said she looked pretty, but nothing more. Zaya didn't expect him to rip her clothes off and fuck her over the couch, but she wanted to be known that she was wanted. She fought back tears, and got into their car. When the couple arrived, Zaya thought they could at least go in together, but apparently, Tim asked Will to pick up some beer, so he dropped Zaya at the front door, and took off. Zaya entered the house to see it already packed with around 40 people. She saw some good costumes on the guys. A few Alan's from the "Hangover", One guy as the Hulk that thought he was much buffer than he was, and a convincing Jack Sparrow. The girls, as expected, slutted the place up. How many sexy Anna's can be in one place? The sluttiest one was a girl that pulled the sexy nurse... but it was two red cross pasties and nurses skirt. Zaya was miserable. These were Will's friends, not hers. This was his party, not hers. And she, once again felt like an outsider. She grabbed a Cosmo, and stood in the corner. As she stood there, she heard someone hell, "Are you John Coffey, from the Green Mile?" And a familiar voice say "Why, yes I am." She turned to see Harrison looking around. She stood there in awe, until he saw her. He walked up, and embarrassingly said "Hello, Dr. Bennett... er, Zaya. I know I don't have to be formal with you, you've said that." She laughed and said "Why are you here?" Harrison shyly said "You and the prison Dr. were the only people that believed me. You said you'd be here, and I have nothing else going on, and overalls are a cheap costume." "How did you know where?" "Easy, you said some guy named Tim was having the party. Well, my cousin helped me find your husband on-line. Through his facebook, we found Tim, and the party info. Pretty easy." "But... I don't know what you would like me to do." "Listen, Zaya. Just because I'm innocent of that murder doesn't mean I've never done anything wrong. And some of the most wrong stuff I've done is because I don't have someone I love in my life. Now, I know I missed on you, and you're married. And even if I didn't, you'd never be with me. But I need good people around me. Can I count on you as a friend?" Zaya didn't know what to say. Until then, she had fought any feelings about Harrison. She knew what she had to feel. But seeing him like this, with no prison uniform or standard clothes from work, but in a costume made her realize she had feelings for him. He was soft, he was nice, he was handsome, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him lift her and carry her to a bad... any bed. But she knew better. "Harrison, I don't know. I'm not blind to how I feel either. But I'm married. And no matter how I feel right now. I can't do that to Will." Harrison looked at her... with anger and confusion. "Zaya, for a shrink, you sure are good at ignoring signs." "What do you mean?" She asked. "For months, at the end of our sessions, we'd talk about you. And at the very end, you would always look like you were excited for what was planned on the weekend, and how big of a failure it was on Monday. You would dress so pretty, and I'd see him visit you, and barely look at you. Hell, I bet tonight, he didn't even tell you how stunning you look. If you would have shown that to me, and I was with you, we'd still be at home." She looked at him and said "What are you saying, Harrison?" "Zaya, he's either cheating on you, or he's gay. I read a bunch of books on the inside, and they had a study that when one partner is markedly more attractive than the other, the less attractive one is more likely to stray, because they feel inferior." Zaya almost yelled at him. But instead, she ran to the back yard. Almost in tears, she sat on a bench, silently. She was thinking about all the things that Harrison said, and decided to start a small investigation on Monday... just to make sure. As she got up to go find Harrison and figure out what he wants to do in terms of his future, she heard a thud on the shed door. She walk over, and peaked through the window. Will was fucking his Tim's little sister... she must have been the "beer" he went to get. She watched for a few seconds, as a familiar pumping happened to this 20 year old tart. It didn't take long form Zaya to see what Will wanted. Tim's had a look of lust on her face. Zaya wondered if she was somehow conditioned for smaller dicks, but she looked more than content on her back on a work bench. As Zaya watched, she was watching more than a scumbag husband, more than her marriage ending, she was seeing a future. A future that didn't include a need for financial help from Will. She was going to yell and make a scene. But instead, she calmly walked back inside, found Harrison on the steps of the front door, and ushered him outside. They got into the car that Harrison came in, and went to Zaya's home. A Halloween Surprise "You... were... right. He was cheating on me. I don't mean to sound callous, but how? He's a fucking cow!" "Like I said, the less attractive one is the one to watch." As they got here, Harrison was trying to be gentleman. He asked her if she would like him to walk her to her door. She accepted... slyly letting him think that the trip to the door was it. Harrison said nervously "Well, call me at my mom's house. I called your office today and left it. I'm there until I can figure out what's going on. I guess I can get a little money from suing the state, but I just want to be done with all this. Well, have a good night, Zaya." And he started walking away. "Harrison, for a month, I've been fighting my feelings about you, and I didn't even know it. Then, when I try to be good for my Husband, he can't return the favor. Now, I don't know how feel about me, but judging by your comment of 'never be with me' you feel that you don't deserve me. But that's wrong. You're the best man I've ever met, and I want to be with someone for the right reasons. So... if you'll have me, you can have me." Harrison stopped in his tracks, and turned around... he couldn't tell if she was joking. She waved her finger for him to come get her, and walked inside. He followed, and closed the door. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once inside, she sat him on the bed to give him a show. She undid her jacket, and took it off. Leaving the blouse on. The look on Harrison's face was enough to to flood her panties for the first time in her life. She found the zipper on her skirt and let it drop to the ground. As Harrison looked at her white thong, his eyes got big... not as big as Zaya's when she saw what was growing between his legs. She had gotten so romantically aroused, that she forgot to even think about Harrison's dick. She had planned on a full strip, but now she had to see the monster she was about to attack. She stood Harrison up, and undid the buckles on his overalls. As they fell, she realized her undressing wouldn't take long. It's the only thing he ever had on, besides shoes. She didn't look down quite yet, she wanted to feel it, first. She started kissing Harrison, and reached down. As she felt his dick, she realized that she couldn't reach around the thing. It had to be the width of a soda can. She was now both horny and scared. She was used to taking a little dick, but this was insane. She sank to her knees, and saw the length. A wide, meaty, 7 inches staring her back in the eye. With no hesitation, she started on her move. She wanted him to cum early, so she could get a round 2 with him. She stuck her tongue in the hole, looked him in the eye... and sucked the whole thing down... she didn't even know she could deepthroat that monster. But... no cum. She looked up at him, and he laughed and said "Baby... I'm not that easy." Harrison pulled her up tossed her on the bed. She took off her blouse releasing her beautiful tits. Harrison stared and smiled. He wasted no time and putting his thick thumbs in the waistline of her thong and pulling down. Zaya coyly smiled and spread her legs. "Shaved... you like it?" "Oh baby... yeah. It's so sexy. But I'd just be happy with you, no matter the hair. But yeah, that looks damn fine." As if she could swoon anymore, he just said something that made her love him more. Harrison positioned himself above her, and put the head at her opening. "I'll go slow, so you can get used to it." "No... I've had slow. I want it hard." Harrison pulled back and slammed it home. Zaya saw stars, almost immediately. Harrison had fast, long, hard strokes for the better part of 5 minutes. Zaya started convulsing, it was more pleasure in that time than the rest of her sex life, combined. She finally got her head and pushed on his chest. He stood, as did she. She said "The wall!" He grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her. She spread her legs and was lowered back onto his shaft. She felt the cool of the wall, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harrison once against pummeled her for all he was worth. After what seemed like another 5 minutes, Harrison moaned that he was ready to pop. As he started to pull out, Zaya wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight, as he pumped her with what felt like 2 years of cum. Just as he finished pulsing, they heard the bedroom door open. Will stood in shock and started turning red. Zaya stepped forward and said something before he did. "Will, I saw you and that girl tonight. I want you know that I was mad, but not anymore. It's obvious that we want different things, and I'm alright with a divorce if you are. This is Harrison, the man I love, and he's the one you were too good to represent." Will wasted no time in yelling "What the fuck? I come home to see you fucking some convict in MY BED? You decide to divorce me, after I paid for everything for you?... AND YOU SHAVED YOUR PUSSY FOR HIM?" "No, I shaved my pussy for you... to surprise you. But since you already have that, I gave it to Harrison. And yes, you did pay for my lifestyle, but I don't need that, anymore. I'm sorry. What I need is happiness. I hope you can find it." Will stood there... contemplating whether to attack Zaya. But I'm sure the black tank behind her helped sway his decision to leave in shame. Once he had left, Zaya and Harrison talked for a long while about their future. Harrison was well on his way to a law degree, now. And hell, Zaya can help pay for it. Just before sun up, Harrison said "Ready to go to sleep?" And Zaya said "One more round?" And got on her hands and knees. Harrison got behind her, and grabbed her hips and entered. After half an hour, he unloaded his second load in his beautiful woman, and held her until she slept. Harrison went on to become a lawyer for the state, and aimed to never let what happened to him, happen again. It doesn't pay much, but Zaya's pay more than makes up for it. 9 months after Halloween, a cute little baby boy was born. They got married a year later. Harrison and Zaya Taylor were as happy as could be, and couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They got caught in the coat room, and forced into the honeymoon suite to continue. A Halloween Surprise A few gulps later they were on their way to her place in the main hall again. The Vinyl Man informed her, "The fellow is a Federal Agent who was programmed into homosexuality, like so many of them are, so We have to take special care of them. They are powerful people." She couldn't help but notice there were more than a dozen people dressed exactly like the Vinyl Man. Some were females with their sex on display and available for anyone who wanted some, just like all the men. As they got closer and closer to the center of the Hall the people there became more and more import in society. Suddenly her friend called out to her in ragged breath. "Over here Christol!" Christol turned to see her girlfriend fisting some frail looking blonde girl up the butt as the girl held a vibrator to her clitty screaming out in passion. Her friend motioned invitingly for them to join her and Christiol started in that direction but Vinyl Man stopped her telling her, "That is not your place tonight." She shrugged to her friend as the woman enthusiastically asked, "Isn't this wild?" The hungry look in Christol's eyes was answer enough. She saw people she recognized as Senators and Congressmen/Women in the throws of passionate debauchery. A female Senator had her face buried in a young girl's pussy that couldn't have been a day over 18 years of age. A well known male Politician wearing a ballerina skirt had a very large black man with a humungous cock ramming the Politician's asshole for all it was worth, while he sucked on another man's dick with one of the Vinyl Girls stroking his own penis. The dry dirt and hickory taste still in her mouth from the aphrodisiac made her cough and Vinyl Man said, "Don't worry, that taste won't be there long. You will find ways to quench your thirst because of it." To her surprise her place was in the very center of the grand hall! A card lay on the bed for her to read, much like the Drama enactments that were so popular in the nineties. The gold embossed card informed her that she was honored by the role of Demoness and after she had played with some of her presents, she would be called upon as a Vampire to drain the blood of the Zygott. It explained that a true Zygott was chosen for this year's festivities. The person had either really died or had a convincing near death experience in his youth. After his flesh had necrated he was miraculously revitrified and there were two succinctly different gnomes that his body was now composed of. The card assured her that she would know what to do when the time came. It also requested that, as a sign of her willingness to the anonymous Dungeon Master, she need only raise the hem of her dress slightly and the games would proceed. Suddenly the din of the crowd fell into almost total silence with the only sound coming from one of the loges, being a female's repeated wails of orgasmic passion "... oh ... oh ...oh ... oh." So feminine and so enthralling. A very impressed Christol thought about what was happening and grasp her dress. She clutched it in her clammy hand and gathered the material together. She hadn't come this far to stop now and she slowly pulled on the dress wondering what a Zygott was anyway, saying, "I hope it's not a goat or anything." Judging solely from the lavish expenditures for this party and the social position of the guests in attendance, the direction she pulled on the dress was upward. In fact she slowly pulled it until she had revealed her wanton, glistening pussy lips and let the dress lay there open in lewd predisposition. The roar of approval while not deafening was all encompassing and she felt as if she were being bathed in silver light from above. The whole Hall was now in relative darkness and she felt like she was being shown different scenes of people performing strange sex acts in a specific progression. For a moment her fang felt uncomfortable and she tried to pull it off. She was alarmed but not distressed to find that she could not remove the fang from her eye tooth resolving to get it off later. In her attempt she accidentally jabbed the edge into her first finger. When it drew a small amount of blood she instinctively sucked on it. Beyond her wildest imagination the salty, rich fluid tasted better than anything she had ever tasted before. Something wild and un-natural felt as if it crawled around inside her and her head began to spin in the most delirious pleasure. Suddenly a scene was brought to life only feet away from her. The lights came up on a woman who was menstruating smearing her bloody pussy all over a man she was with. He gratefully luxuriated in her blood and was covered from head to toe. As she strained against him, he kept trying to force her to feed her sex to him, wanting his mouth on her bleeding cunt. Christol felt a hunger that she had never known before. Her nostrils flared longingly at the mere scent of blood, even this woman's putrified blood had her lust building so strong that she felt an earth shattering need to feed upon her. It was a hunger so deep and wild she wanted to tear the woman from limb to limb and suck the fresh blood from the ventricles of her female victim's heart! The woman was nothing but inferior prey to her, much like all the little girlie girls she had recently been plucking the chicken feathers off of, as she turned them into wanton lesbians and cut them loose out on the street to fend for themselves, after she had tasted their pleasures. She could feel herself changing, ravenous, and invigorated as every bit of her newfound strength was about to pounce on her victim. Just then Vinyl Man stepped between her and the woman and held out a chalice with something for her to drink. He commanded beseechingly, "Drink this. It will make you feel better!" As she fought off the delirium she asked, "What is it?" He replied, "It's a bloody Susan sweet one. It will quench your thirst for now." He stood close above her petting her like she were truly a wild animal and her senses amplified a thousand fold smell the shit juice that was now smeared all over his booty loving dick. She lapped, then sipped, drank then guzzled the concoction down. "More!" she demanded. A ravishing young woman bearing the sweet concoction pour her chalice full. As she smelled the drink, Vinyl Man thanked the young girl for her, and she noted he called that girl Susan. Her nostrils flair once more above her chalice and she didn't need to be told that it had Susan's blood in it. As Susan left to serve other guests the young girl looked over her shoulder at the magnificent feminine beast and her soft eyes smiled a mildly interested, gracious tone, toward Christol. Christol regained her composure as she sipped on her life giving drink and gazed among the crowd. Suddenly she smelled the sweetest fragrance amid the heady aroma of female juices mixed with sweaty male cum. From the darkness step forth a gorgeous young girl in a silk nightie with the most beautiful breasts she'd ever seen. This girl also had one of the most enviable derrieres she'd come across in a long time. The sweet firm pear shape cheeks held so high on her hips seemed so succulent and yielding she wished she could ravish her immediately. When the girl spoke it made Christol tremble with agonizing desire. As she acknowledged the aphrodisiac's effectiveness she could see those veins leading down to the girl's lavish breasts and starred openly. Turning to answer the girl she said, "Excuse me. I didn't catch that." The girl smiled and said, "I asked if you would like to play. You seem lonely down here all by yourself.." Then almost as if she were Little Bo Peep or even one of the little lambs she added, "I feel that way constantly and it's horrid." With that the disarming girl pull Christol up on her feet and began removing the black dress tenderly. Christol felt herself a statue in some romantic garden as the silk dress slid from her body. Her skin felt a thousand adoring kisses as she fell against the gossamer touch of those luscious feminine lips. Next the girl got on her knees and began unfastening the garter belt, breathing heavily on the clitty and majora right in front of her. Chrsitol could feel electric sensations from the woman's demure hands as they unfasten each strap. When they were all loose she reached up and tugged gently on the red panties. Christol yielded in a heart wrenching sultry wriggle as the silk panties glide over her buttocks and pull between her legs. She opened her stance and the panties fell to the floor. Looking up to the ceiling with her head slung back and the hair flowing down her back and her hands pulling the girl's head into her womanhood, she felt the warm tongue forcefully exonerating all her nasty guilt as it probed her forbidden zone expertly. Deeper and deeper she groaned as her whole body tousled on the girl's deft tongue reaching into her very core. The orgasm began as a whimsical breeze and built into a full force gale racking her bones and shaking her entire body. When she finally stopped shaking the girl arose from beneath her. The slick, wet, nectar on her face glistened as their soft lips met. Tenderly they pressed together as both their lipstick smeared credulously as tongues extended simultaneously to entwine in a saccharine battle of surrender. When the girl stepped back and removed her nightie she thrust those juicy melons out for Christol and waited invitingly. Chrsitol grasp her around the waist and pulled one beautiful breast into her willing mouth feeling that small ribcage buried against her. The hall became silent as they slipped down onto the bed with Christol, pulling the young beauty down with her, never letting her mouth leave that gorgeous full breast. The young woman writhed in uncontrollable lust as Christol sucked and nibbled on those gorgeous breasts. The girl lifted herself off her shameless play thing and knelt above her. Christol whimpered in agony as the girl smiled down at her. She said "Let me get these off." And Christol's mouth watered at the idea of this girl removing her panties so she could feast on her luscious pussy. When the panties came off she noticed a leather waistband and the girl said "I really need to take this off too." Christol shook her head anxiously and the girl removed the leather strap. It had been holding the girl's cock tighly against her ass crack. It quickly sprung to it's full 8 inches as she rubbed it on Christols stomach and then her breasts and nipples. Christol heard the woman say, "I'm a transsexual I hope that's okay." And Christol barely nod her head when the cock was swimming in her juicy mouth. She sucked and licked it as brazenly as she had devoured her breasts only moments before. The girl/boy pulled away cooing, "Not so fast you'll have me cumming before I ever get to fuck you." As she/he lay down next to her, Chrsitol quickly got on top of her and held that beautiful hard cock against her stomach as she once again sucked and nibbled on her breasts. She spread herself wide and slide her juicy hot pussy up and down that man meat on a woman's body. After a short while she needed that sweet bone inside her, deep inside her, and she lift her hips to hover over him/her. As soon as he/she moved to thrust upward just a little bit, Christol eased every inch of it, inside her cock starved pussy. She couldn't believe how badly she needed this real cock inside her open lotus petal. Sloshing, drenching that steel truss she fucked her/him as rapidly and tightly as her muscles could. Silently she cursed the many times she had been fisted as she felt loose against the devilishly wonderful cock she had inside her. That just made her increase her exertion and her strenuous pumping, rolling and grinding on her sheman was bringing her to another awesome climax with everyone in the hall watching in delight. The girl/boy looked up at her with dreamy eyes as he blew the largest load of sperm up into her sweltering pussy he ever could have. As she fall down exhausted on his/her lovely breasts she slipped the dripping cock out of her and slithered down to clean it up. She licked her own ambrosia off his softening cock and held it lovingly as she lapped the remaining seamen from it and his balls. She slowly slid back up to those gorgeous breasts and once more began to suck and nibble upon them. In her sudden hunger she ripped a slight bit of flesh apart and a trickle of red shown against that pale breast, along the line of her attack. She lapped the blood up quickly then rose to look deeply in his/her eyes with a pathetic need so intense and so ravenous in her own. "Go ahead, Do it!" He/She cried out! "Feed off me!" and Christol fliched as she fought the animal blood lust. She fought to a point of vehemence so strong that finally she ripped her fangs into the exquisite breast and tore it open. He/She screamed out in pain. The nipple lay to the side of the severe gash and she sucked hard, draining him/her while constantly needing more. After what seemed an eternity her animal need began to wane and she lifted up to look in his/her eyes apologetically. He locked onto her eyes and said, "It's okay Lover, I wanted this. There is nothing left for me to do." Christol's lips formed the words "But I ... " He asked her "What do you feel inside?" She answered, "I don't feel anything, only sensation ... and hunger and darkness." He hushed her and softly stated, "I want it this way. Finnish me.!" His pleading voice stirred Christobel once more as he begged, "Please!" The Shemale turned it's neck to Christo and she saw and felt, even heard the delicious blood cursing in the main artery of that delicate feminine neck. A hiss escaped her lips as darkness descended into her soul and she bent down with her dripping pussy stretched across his/her belly and she fed ... His life force slowly drained out of his body ... and she fed ... soon he/she was completely limp ... and she fed ... until she perceived the very subtle lifting of his soul from his lifeless body. Then her hunger was satiated ... She had fed. "If you don't fight it so much you can do this more gently," a soft voice came out of the darkness, Christol peer into it with cat eyes and there stood Susan adding, "even romantically." "You will have people giving their very lives to you someday, and you will at least need to thank them with the essence of real romance as you feed off them." Christol gazed at the young woman as she offered, "You won't be the demoness for very long. Then you'll be like all the rest ...except ..." In an almost catty tone Christol queried, "Except what?" The house lights came up slightly as Susan, who felt so familiar to Christol explained, "You will be the one who drinks the Zygott's blood. You will feed off the Zygott, a real Zygott!" She paused momentarily, and continued, "You will turn him. He was chosen by God. His death and rebirth proves that, and you were chosen by Satan himself. You are the Zygott's perfect match." Then whimsically she concluded, "Opposites attract ya know!" Stepping into the light she said, "Well let's get you ready." She stood Christol and washed the blood off her body and removed her leather dominatrix vest. Susan admired her body and said so as she finger Christol's pussy. "Oopsie," she chortled as some of the transsexual's seamen began to seep out of Christol's gaping famished cunt. "That stays in there for you to feed to the Zygott. Squeeze tight." As Susan turned her back to Christol she felt the young Vampire's desirous eyes upon her and she warned, "You mustn't feed off me dear. I feed you all, but only in Chalices and I Am the one who gave you your first taste of blood!" Christol withdrew her intense glare obligingly. Susan asked in a matter of fact manner, "Are you really hungry again already?" Christol shook her head yes tentatively and Susan looked in disbelief. She motioned to the lifeless body of the transsexual and asked, "You don't need that anymore do you?" Christol shook her head no. "Then we'll dispose of it," Susan admonished as she motioned for two Vinyl Men for assistance. Christol sat unrepentant and her empty eyes watched the two men carry the dead transsexual off into the night, more fascinated by the marquee of swinging dicks than the lifeless body they carried. It was obvious the cessation of a life force in so viscous an attack meant nothing to the Demoness. An aroused Susan put clean fresh sheets on the bed herself, willingly giving the powerful, hungry, young, Vampire a enthralling show of her firm booty and sleek form flitting about. Eventually she turn to the Demoness and patted the bed, stating, "You should relax for a while, because the finale is next." Christol lay down on her side in the nude on the fresh clean sheets, keeping the transsexual's seamen inside her as best she could. As the house lights went down primal music played over the elaborate stereo system. The driving drums of the Swahili were mixed with Voodoo chants from the depths of the bayou near New Orleans. The tempo increased steadily as the entire assemblage was driven mad with carnal lust. Most the men were fucking each other and licking each other's dicks while women were forcing larger and larger objects into one another's womanhood. They were presumably drenching each other with chicken blood but perhaps it was human after all. The white robes they now wore were all stained and the inhuman sounds coming from the animals on the highest tiers of the floor were terrifying. Christol lay there not questioning anything, still holding her legs together obediently. Her brain had no inclination to analyze the situation or even a single one of her motivations. She didn't think about what she had just done at all. In that respect, for some men she was now, the truly perfect woman, but she fell short of that mark in so many other ways. The one thing that she concentrated on was her growing hunger. The blood lust and her ravenous sexual appetite both seemed to be one and the same. As she gaze out at the crowd, they seemed like distant beings from another civilization. What were once at least human beings to her, deserving some modicum of respect, were now more like Neanderthals or even worse a herd. Not a herd of sentients but a herd of animals to be consumed for sustenance. She felt her dark powers growing inside her and with them came the understanding that she was somehow above the rest. She was Satan's chosen one. She longed once again, to thrust her body completely full and open her vagina, as wide and as deeply as possible, so she could please Satan and his mammoth, hard, animal cock. But just for now she would hold the timid transsexual's goo inside herself and force it into the Zycott's mouth to please her Lord and Master. An old man with snow white hair stood above Christobel in immaculate white, with a single stroke of fresh blood slashed across the front of his robe, placed there with deliberate motion. When she noticed him she asked, "Are you the Dungeon Master?" He smiled down at her and kindly spoke, saying "No my child, I am the humble High Priest, I will be your advisor and your obedient servant in the days to come. Soon you may ask or command anything of me, but my life." His soothing hands caressed her sleek thigh lecherously, and she shiver with iniquitous delight at his feeble advances. He continued, "You must arise now, my tender butterfly, and put this robe on, but it can not be fastened. Your splendid naked body must be on display at all times." The extremely thin white robe was of some material Christo never saw before. It was as smooth as real Chinese silk but nearly as see through as glass itself. Her body radiated from within it and she glowed as if she had been consuming white gold for years. Beams of majestic light emanated from her breasts and her swollen nipples shown like beacons meant to guide ships through dangerous waters on a foggy night. A Halloween Surprise The High Priest instructed Christol to remove the contacts from her eyes and when she did, a golden hue surround her face with the purest white light shining through from her soul. Her waist had gown smaller and her hips were widened, more womanly than before. Her long legs now looked more slender and feminine and her sweet booty held high on her hips the perfect pear shape. Her cunny felt stronger and tighter than it had in years and her clitty simply buzzed with tender sensation. She looked at the High Priest with surprise in her eyes and asked, "What did you do to me?" He calmly replied, "I have done nothing to you, and neither has the robe. The soul of the transsexual must have done you some good. He must be living on inside you as a real woman at last. Or Lord Satan wanted you to look good for the Zygott." She inquired, "Who or what is the Zygott anyway?" He hushed her saying, "Don't ask. Just stand right here" motioning to his side, "as the ceremony begins. I'll tell you when to go to him. And you will know in your heart what to do." With countenance shambling, his arms bound in chains, fastened to an old splintered railroad tie slung squarely over his shoulders walk the Zygott. Dirty steel manacles were scaring his ankles and the chains dragged across the floor behind him until they reach upward to be fastened with the others. He was dressed in remnants of Levy's barely more than tattered rags raising attention to his near nakedness more than concealing it. The lashes from whips that had torn into his flesh were now drying on both his chest and his back. Instead of a crown of thorns they had pressed a crown of barbed wire through his long hair until it punctured his forehead. No mere human had ever felt or looked so weary in all of existence. Two Hooded High Priests dressed like Ku Klux Klansmen dragged him along unto his death at the hands of the Demoness. A most intense feeling subdued the entire assemblage as he slowly dragged each foot closer and closer to the center of the hall. Pain emanated from every corpuscle of his body. Soon, he stood before the bed. It was to be the last bed he would lay in as a human being. The High Priests removed the chains and manacles then lifted the heavy timber from his back. Two of the Vinyl women stripped him of the last vestiges of clothing and then wiped his body down with water followed by fresh mint. The water was soothing but the mint stung in his wounds. The Demoness stood there licking her lips as she rubbed her body seductively. A looming voice spoke saying, "James you have been washed and scented for the single purpose of not soiling our little Angel's body. To us, you are nothing, but she is of great importance." The Zygott knew the voice was lying but did not speak. He would give them no more pleasure in this torment. The voice commanded, "Lay down on your death bed James. It is now time." The cold sheets hurt as they made contact with his wounds. Old injuries and broken bones suffered throughout his life also throb intensely as they had whenever he grew weary. He lowered his fatigued body onto the bed willing to give up his life, but he would never give in to the evil that tormented and tortured him. He knew he would soon walk with God once more. He faced his death unafraid as they bound him to the bed with silk ropes from far off India. The voice of command demanded, "Look, look upon our little angel James and see what these women you so love truly are!" Just then Christol's friend walked on stage with a blood stained white robe on. She approached Christol and thrust herself upon her as the Old Advisor whispered to Christol, "Eat her pussy but don't let her eat your's." At that the friend literally tore off her robe in crazed lust and sucked on Christol's breasts while trying to finger her pussy. A forceful hand stopped her ministrations on Christol's womanhood and the girl looked puzzled. Christol bent in to suckle from the girls breasts making obvious slurping sounds of joyous abandon. Christol herself guided the girl's hand across her firm sweet tushy and the girl began to finger fuck her anal passageway just as she had done many times before. Soon Christol's sexual appetite grew and she fell to her knees to consume the other girl's sex. She slithered her tongue in long, slow, moist, strokes deep in the woman's slit as her own anus remained open as if the girl's finger were still inside her. Pure ecstasy shown like blinding light on Christol's face as she swab her breasts on the woman's legs and lapped up every trickle of her secretions. Her hand instinctively went to the woman's clit and rolled it in every conceivable way. The girl was moaning and writhing, barely able to stand as a most intense orgasm began to flood her senses. As her old lover brought her to the apex quickly she screamed out, "Yes! Yes! Eat me Christo Eat Me! She held Chrsitol's head firmly against her. Christol knew it was time. She sucked the woman's clitoris into her mouth as she shook her head side to side violently. It was all she could do not to viscously sink her fangs into that sweet, soft, pussy and swallow the woman's surging blood from there, exsanguinating her completely. Lightening shot through the woman and she stood there as her whole body convulse hysterically, drenched in perspiration while the dangerous, wild beast saw to her intimate satisfaction. She clamber helplessly, groping to steady herself, sexually drained. The voice rang out again, "Look at the sweet little angel. See what she truly loves to do!" Christol stayed there wiping the female cum from her face and sucking it off her sexy fingers in revelry. A moment later Christol's friend held her arms to the air calling out, "Hail Satan! Hail Satan!" as she did this the two Vinyl Girls brought a huge strap-on to her, and fastened it on her body. Christol eyed it completely enthralled. She stroked it as softly as if it were a real cock and got up slowly sucking it as she rose until it finally plopped out of her wet evacuated mouth. She turned around, bent low and spread her ass cheeks as her old lover got into position. You could hear Christol begging the girl to fuck her up the ass with that exquisite, monster, girlie dick, as she pushed against her Hershey highway. With an elated squeal from Christol the villainous, girlie schlong plummeted past her opening shelf. Instead of waiting and letting her old lover slip it into her slowly as they had always done together in the past, Christol thrust back against it savagely. She impaled herself completely on the plastic, woman tool. When the friend began to stroke that fiendish cock inside her Christol let her butt cheeks go seductively. As her hips flare open entreatingly Her hand trailed around her thigh, gliding her fingernails as she formed her lips into a silent "oh ..." and she grasp her entire womanhood in her hand. She squeezed her majora and labia together and ground down hard on her clitoris with her palm. Before long the girl was fucking Christol at a fevered pace with the longest strokes she could manage. The two women's flesh slapped together as the woman's thrusting hips beat Christol's firm ass cheeks senseless. The deep voice rang out once more, "You don't think you could give Our Little Angel as much pleasure with that puny little dick of yours, do you? You are nothing to her!" "Watch as I give her approval ... to have her anal orgasm.!" James looked on as the commanding voice said, "Okay Little Angel you may cum now!" With that Christolbel began shaking and screaming like she never had. Even her old lover looked puzzled as Christol was a silent cummer. Her orgasm was the most powerful she had felt that night, and she almost let go of her pussy which would have sprayed the transsexual's cum all over the floor, for her womanhood was pulsating and fiery hot. Hotter than hell in fact! One of the vinyl girls helped Christol stand as the other cleaned the monster dildo off as soon as it slid out of Christol's worn out rectum, treating the substance as if it were sacred. She escorted Christol's old lover out into the darkness. Meanwhile her compatriot's tongue jostled with Chrsitol's little sore, dung departure point. Slowly the Vinyl Girl licked their little Angel clean in adoration as Christol turned and twisted her body guiding that tongue to the places she wanted it to go, on her rim and inside her shit sluice. Pleasure still quaked through her body as she looked at the tortured man with nothing in her eyes or heart, at all. "Since you would not give us the pleasure we so longed for James" the commanding voice proclaimed, "We are going to prove to you that we are superior to you!" James knew the pleasure they referred to was indicting their homosexual desires. Desires they had repeatedly voiced and tried their best to manipulate into reality with him. Continuing, the Voice boomed out, "So now have the object of your disgusting heterosexual desires! Have your mind's eye view of womanly perfection! She will, amuse herself with you, until your final second on earth." At that Christol was given the word to go to James from her Advisor. She saunter in orgasmic splendor to the bed slowly as a coy, innocent, little, girl letting her graceful hand glide, as if reluctantly, over everything in her path. Approaching his feet she sucked her finger like sucking a dick while eying him possessively. Then in deception she pretended to run that finger through her slit and slid the moisture through his toes seductively still concealing her womb's true contents. Music similar to that played before commenced it's long, labored crescendo, well in the background first, as its volume began a constant increase. She let her fingernails rake against his inner leg, upward slowly, digging in deeper and harder as she went. He struggle spread eagle against the restraints. The painful pressure began to draw blood only centimeters from his balls clutched in pain. Her nose pensively detected fresh blood like a wild animal sniffs danger in the air, but she ignored it's enchantment for now. Moving to the top of the bed, she placed her palm upon his. Her dark powers had increased to the innate manipulation of her Kundalini even in so slight a charka as those in her palms. She slid her healing hand down his arm in caressing tenderness, across his arm pit and onto his chest. He felt the soothing warmth of spirit fire deep in his heart as she roll her palm around on his man nipple, longing for it to be a female breast she held. She turned her hand over in disappointment as the Kundalini now damaged his chest cavity, then ran extended fingers through his chest hair and pressing them together she lifted the tuft, softly at first, and then harder as she closed her fist menacingly. She pulled even harder on his hair as a wicked smile wiped across her face. Raising her hand and opening it, mocking him, and loose follicles fell upon his chest as she chuckled. She began to sway above him in hypnotic seduction. Her hair was swinging loose, as if wind swept, and she glided it along his chest in circular motion, slower and slower with every turn of her head. Her undulating breasts beckoned to his growing desire and her fingers danced along his body entreating him. She moved down lower and lower past the middle of the bed until her hair slide through his manhood. She was almost instinctively drawn back to the fresh blood she craved. Fighting the need she bent to breathe in the scent of his manhood as a passing dalliance from her real contract with the Dungeon Master. Fractions of a millimeter from touching her nose, her lips, her soft cheeks to his cock, she let moist hot air from her lungs engulf him. Her eyes show delight as she watched his cock grow despite his confinement. Outstretched fingers glide up both sides of his agonized body, as she moved her hips thrusting her legs into action, mounting the bed, with the strength of a victorious Amazon playing with her prey. Still gliding her hands upward she let the inside of her arms caress his body. Pushing her breast into his ball sack she looked deeply into his eyes. Ramming her nipple across his manhood she let it dance in his pubic hair, while the soft underside of her breast kissed the tip of his need, repeatedly, nudging it insistently. Pushing her firm round buttocks up into the air she lower her torso full onto the man, so he could see the lovely curve of her swelling hips and the pillowy round softness of her tushy swaying in craving desire. Her soft, sensuous flesh now encase his, and the Zygott's own sex began to stir. His member began to fill with the blood of sexual need as it pounded in her ears. She lower her tongue to one of his wounds in respite, and licked it lovingly in long extended motions using her whole body to form her undulating movements. Unbridled blood lust pounded in her brain as she lower her hungry eyes concealing her new nature. Teasing herself into frenzy she lapped the bloody wounds delicately. Her breasts became even more flush and full, in the ripeness of carnal addiction. The deep bursting ache of her sex bid her open those legs wide, while his manhood pinned between the two of them, turned from soft sandstone to granite slowly. Drawing herself upward as if claiming her prize and marking her territory with her scent, she dragged that hungry pussy ever upward. Across his beguiled manhood on past his nerve racked spasming stomach and letting it come to rest directly on his breast. She slung one leg across his torso bending it and feeding her toes to his mouth demandingly. Pumping and grinding her clitty on him until it felt like she was fully a part of his own body. She sensed his yearning grow as well. Her shoulders sway back and forth in time with the music victoriously, making her delectable back muscles compel his sperm to seek it's home somewhere inside her body. As a Devilish look came over her, she reach behind herself and forced her longest finger deep inside her anal passage with a single smooth slow motion while the circle of flesh covering her sphincter gathered into a thousand delicate, yielding, creases. Powerfully gusseting her hip's in sidelong motion across him slightly, she showed him that she was finger fucking her own hot, tight, canal and that the sensation conduct upward through tenacious, firing synapse, into the highest regions of the pleasure centers within her brain. Balanced carefully atop her victim, she drew her other hand back to pull her cheeks open as far as they would go. Vigilantly she withdrew that sexy finger making sure it was ripe with wet waste secretions. Then sliding her leg off the Zygott as she pirouetted her frame deliberately placing her soaked pussy within his view, she lean on one arm resting across his body and smiled whimsically. Thrusting her breast out until the nipples themselves seemed to scream out in pain, she carefully finger painted her shit juice on his lips while her mind commanded he open his mouth. When he did not she dragged her fingers down through his long beard wiping them clean. Angered by his refusal she increased her torturous action as she slipped that robe off of her body with sensuous, wanton, sexual, fluidicity. She dragged it across her vuvla and then reached back to tightly encircle his cock with it and she pulled against it with considered strength until it unwound from his aching manhood and slid from the bed to the floor. Now as the music began to pound in her head she straddle his body with that pulsating clitty resting in his course beard hair. With a long, suddenly guilt ridden, breath, she gripped some strands of his beard between her labia to feel it pull through her wanton slit when she moved and to intimately exhibit the talents of her physical prowess. Each sinew of muscle in her defined legs grew taut as she lifted herself above him. Both knees in turn were sent to rest on either side of his head. She lower her fully opened pussy closer and closer to his face. He watched as that beautiful female organ spasm and pulsate in indigent homelessness. Some miniscule essence within her remained human, as she fought to move away, not to degrade and desecrate the Zygott in this manner. Her breasts heave from her gasping at the air, as her guilty nipples hurl painful electric impulse down into her stomach and further into her womb. She couldn't fight the demon inside her any longer and she pushed her wanton lust down at the Zygott's head. The stalwart soul wrenching desire to consume her delectable juices overwhelmed the man, and just as he was about do so, he sensed the transsexual's seamen now beginning to cluster at the convulsing opening of her fertile virility. He turn his head as she thrust blindly down upon him and wiped the male cum through his beard. Her failure was overlooked but noted. With the demon inside her victorious over that shred of humanity and the music now driving her on uncontrollably, she could hold back no more. She rapidly stretched out on top of him feeling his hard cock slide between her electrified labia. She lay there camel toeing that marvelous man meat letting it send orgasmic shivers throughout her whole body. Her stomach quaked as she flooded everything below her with pussy juice. That man muscle just became slicker and felt more edifying as she fucked her clitoris against it, clinging onto the Zygott sorrowful for what she knew she would soon do. She kissed his lips and he respond to her willingly. Their tongues swirl in passionate aggression that dug deep into both their souls. As she broke the kiss and turn her now powerful hypnotic gaze into his soul, she found the spot inside his brain to plant her desire. She exclaimed, "You will be mine! You will be mine!" She lifted her torso upward and her clitty now forcefully ground even harder against his turgid flesh. Her breasts burned with an unquenchable fire as she arched her back. She looked on in amazed painful sorrow as she saw the milk begin to squirt out of her burning nipples. As she tried to straighten out, the stream fell across his face. Her heart bound skyward as he opened his mouth to drink of her life giving fluid, and she pulled her body up to give her breast to him. She lay there with just the bulbous head of his molten hard cock tickling her distended, curling, majora and she stretched herself to feed him willingly. The entire assemblage looked on in startled amazement as he drained her breast and she gave him the other. Her vagina continue to flow non-stop as the aroma of her sex filled the air so thickly everyone there could taste it's sudden sweetness. She was weeping uncontrollable at what she knew she still must do Now she wailed, out loud, "You will be mine! You will be mine! When this is done, You will be mine!" She felt defiant as she undid his restraints, and though it was only a short distance between them, they both felt as if they were running into each other's arms. They held each other tight as she mounted him once more pushing him back down on the cold sheets. This time she drew her legs up lovingly clutching at his sides and they kissed repeatedly, with open mouths and extended tongues still dancing with mutual allure as each kiss ended. With a mental promise to hurry back to his loving mouth, she rose up fully for all to see that she was guiding her pussy down over his throbbing manhood. She inched down slowly consuming, gloriously consuming, the hot male essence. Once fully inside her, she sat still for a instant letting her body feel the sensitive human organ inside her. She knew somewhere in her black heart that he was her true match. He looked up at her in total awe as the milk still dribbled from both her breasts down her sleek muscular body. A Halloween Surprise Slowly she thrust as he did, in perfect rhythm immediately. Her strokes holding him down at first and then lengthening as her hot wanton vagina came to instinctively know the longest distance she could move to stroke the full length of his shaft. At once she perceived the way to draw maximum pleasure from their intercourse. Soon they were fucking just to be fucking each other and the sexual bliss made her feel better than she ever felt before. With her dark powers, she now knew this man completely. She could see and understand his soul. Though they were direct opposites they had somehow become one. Yearning for more closeness she ground her feral cunt on him as her insides sucked his hard shaft, begging for the seamen that would soon be her's. She could feel his exertion matching her own which astonished the powerful feline. Their pace increased as she began to glow in perspiration, just as did he. Thrusting in need now, pumping in ecstatic desire, still rolling in delirious pleasure. Slamming into one another in unrestrained lust. His hips bucked up to greet that sweet pussy as forcefully as she fucked down onto him for what seemed to be forever. He felt the tightening in his balls. She could feel her climax begin to push her being outward as every strenuous fiber of her organism climbed and clung scratching, ... His first spasm of seamen flooded her womb ... She was screaming ... Then his second searing spasm sent more into her ... She was convulsing... Another rope of hot cum shot deep past her cervix, She felt her blazing release, melting her, in wave after wave of strong current running through her with that eternal lightness of being to follow. She collapsed on him as her sweet pussy spasmodically sucked at his still pounding hard cock. They could feel each other's body as if it were their own, now dangling free in a garden of springtime ease. When the tender moments past she slid down his body and began to slurp off the juices they both expelled. Enthralled by the aromas and the tastes so perfectly complimentary. She luxuriated in their union and pride swelled within her as she had an overwhelming sense of belonging wash her clean. She sucked that last dribble of cum out of the head of his cock as she ran her finger up his gland to collect it all. To consume it, for it was her's and her's alone. In a satisfied delirium she carelessly pulled her mouth from his spent cock. One fang accidentally grazed the purple dome and her nostrils knew before her eyes or tongue did. She lovingly licked the blood off the manhood she adored, and as she did the new enchanted world fell miserably downward into the abyss. In her physically spent state the Blood lust hit like a blitzkrieg, smashing her soul, desecrating her consciousness. The wild beast within sucked deeper and harder and soon the trickle was not enough! In some other life, in somebody else's world, some raging, horrid woman climbed over the man and lay her body down atop him, to join him in his last loving kiss while she scorned his mortality. Dark evil owned her as she nestled her head next to his. He held her softly stroking her back. She tenderly kissed his neck in the most cunning betrayal and sucked on it for a moment in desensitizing treachery. She sent her fingernails on a mission to disguise her genuine assault and they scratched hard on his other shoulder. Then as softly and as erotically as she could, she slipped those fangs into his juggler and let her mouth gurgle her triumph as she began to drink. The uncontrollable Hellcat now raging free began to drink in earnest as the suppressed woman's clitty sagged in cold helplessness. In psychic union the woman walked with him as he first floated past wakeful vigil into slumber and then slipped silently into comma, still stroking her back softly. Everyone sat glued to the scene on mortified terror. She was already tearful as she felt his life force slip away, with the filthy animal slowly shrinking into satiation, still suckling from his chilling body. As his soul faded from her strong psychic perception she retreated from what she knew was a corpse, and began to sob uncontrollably. Her empty body no use to even a vile demon lost all will to go on. Susan implored as she tried to calm the young Vampire, "See how passionate taking them in love is?" That did no good as Christol now wailed in desperate mourning. She stilted above him and fiercely bit her own wrist. She brought the bleeding appendage to his lips and hopelessly smeared her blood on his mouth and beard, horrified and despondent that she had gone too far and he couldn't drink her everlastingly cursed blood to live again, forever, with her. The Vinyl Man's strong arms enfold her, with Susan and the High Priest in assistance they dragged her away from the Zygott's lifeless body. The finale was over and the clock struck twelve. Time and space lost their cohesion as simply "being," left Christol hung, like rotting meat in a butcher house, across the shifting currents of a million forms being filled with nebulous, appalling, matter. Her consciousness of identity and selfhood vanished like looking in a mirror to find no one standing there. All feelings were gone except the overriding sensation of pain. Pain of all kinds. The Vinyl Man had shown her how to traverse space along the timeline while dragging her away from the Zygott, but it meant nothing. He and the others drug her "away, not to" ... away from life, away from love, away from order, not to anything, or anywhere. As a human she wished she could disappear and reappear somewhere else, but now, with the secret before her, it was too high a price to pay. What ultimate cruelty! She had, at last, found the one that mattered and was, at once, locked into destroying him. Upon accomplishing that she fell into abysmal nothingness. Meaning and significance was something she was allowed but a glimpse of, and it stood away from her grasp forever. The harder she tried to reach for it the worse the pain became. Her anger and frustration over "all that is" had driven her mad. What existed within her form was now a wild, demonic, beast incapable of order. All things reviled and erratic comprised her matter and the composite "silted" downward to dissolute spirit rather than "filtering" upward toward spiritual perfection. Any distinction of finer essence was but maya! Illusion! For her none existed. She thought perhaps she lay there for she knew she could not stand, and that didn't seem to cause more pain. She thought perhaps the air was warm and it instantly was, but it was dreadfully painful. She thought perhaps the air was cold and it became cold. She wished to see light and it became bright but that seared into her soul leaving her choking and in physical disarray, which could not be, as the form was neither filled nor complete. She found dim moonlight and that didn't hurt intensely so she clung to it desperately not letting it shine on her, from abject fear. Slowly she forced herself into a scene of dubious reality and lay there in intense pain, drawn up, fetal, too frantic to even scream. Her will was beaten back savagely with each new attempt to return to the Castle, to return to it's Main Hall. She lay there not realizing that she was, in fact, in the Dungeon. It was the only place in all of time for her to materialize. The heavy iron door crept open, squeaking on it's hinges and a male form traversed the darkness. In total disbelief she beheld the Zygott himself alive! "This is an illusion" she thought to herself. "I killed you!" she entreated, wishing it were truly him. She began to sob once more as his voice reached into her head. "No Christol, you did not kill me. You left me lifeless, but you could not kill me." His voice softened as he spoke, "You can not take what belongs to God away from him." The Zygott sat next to her and stroked her soft face as he asked, "What does your stomach feel like?" She answered finding herself amazed at even the capability of speech, "It feels like it's being ripped apart!" Afraid to speak the name she left out, "Oh God!" and she continued, "It hurts so much!" The Zygott placed his hand on her stomach and rolled it around as the White Light of healing Kundalini filled her. He asked, "Now how does it feel?" She cast her perception upon it and found the pain was lessened tremendously. She smiled into his eyes as she replied, "It feels much better." She reached to stroke his leg and he responded with sounds of pleasure. Soon she felt her passion rising and her breasts were once again alive with sensations. Sensations ... of ... pleasure. As she now could straighten out, her sexy legs moved down the bed in glorious celebration. His kiss upon her lips was soft like a sweet cool breeze moving over her from across a pristine lake in summer's warmth. She felt a need deep inside her and recoiled in horror. She feared she would be flirting with blood lust once again and could not bear it. He took her into his arms and held her tight. "Don't be afraid, You won't warm me." Her slight surrender took root in fertile soil, and she felt, she felt herself loving the urge within her. He added, "You can't hurt me anymore," and she kissed him willingly. She kissed those lips, those eyes, that face, his chest, his stomach. She stopped there still apprehensive of the desire building in her. He implored, "Yes Baby! Do it!" as he lay back with his cock rigid and thick. She knew all she wanted was to consume that golden seed, to feel the life giving fluid slide down her throat. She looked at the glorious object of her desire and marveled at the thousand little veins along his shaft. She adored the perfection of it's head and how it could draw her flesh and fluids down her vaginal canal so delightfully with such scintillation. She reached her tongue out pensively and tasted the sweetness of his love. Her lips formed to kiss the tip softly and then gently slid over the head clinging to the shaft beneath. Her skull felt the massiveness which accompany the surge of blood her heart delivered to it. She sucked the flesh as moisture automatically gather in her mouth. She slid it into her comfortably further and let her tongue play on the under side of that creamy smooth head. It felt and tasted so good she had to have it all! She slid down it slowly until her lips surround the base and her nose nestled in his warm pubic hair. She now knew the pleasure she was giving him as if she were giving it to herself and instinctively began to pump it in and out of her mouth. She sucked it's fullness into the back of her throat and let her throat collapse around it again and again. Delight ran through her in the most scintillating frequency of intense force. She playfully withdrew it and shivered as she licked it's length on every side she could reach. She lovingly sucked each heavy sack into her mouth and reveled in the feeling of the lumps inside each of them. She softly pulled them away from his body and let them slip over her luscious, slick, lips slowly. She pressed her nose against the hardness and breathed in deeply filling her lungs and body with his powerful essence. She licked along the gland once more cherishing the vein that would deliver that sweet elixir of life into her starving mouth and she plunged her hot mouth over it once more. A groan escaped his lips as he lay there ecstatic. She quickened the pace needing to feel his pleasure rolling through her mind. Needing to taste that salty, sweet, juice full of swimming, struggling, spermatozoa. She needed that primordial life within her. Fast and faster she pumped. Harder and harder she sucked. Her saliva was now bathing his turgid cock in contrasting coolness to the divine feeling of her warm mouth on him, enveloping him. It drove his yearning toward completion as he watched her sexy body moving gracefully with needy urgency and smelled the sweet ambrosia of her juices welling up inside her. Her hand cupped his balls and rolled them softly as his scrotum tightened and he held back as long as he could, wanting to continue feeling her sucking him for as long as possible. Finally she sensed he was going to blast his cum into her sweet mouth and she pulled up, to hold the back side of the head against her lips. She wanted enough room in her mouth to catch it all, so she could roll that sticky life on her tongue and savor the taste of this exquisite creature. His first blast hit the back of her mouth and she couldn't help but swallow a little of it. The second wasn't as intense and the third and forth were lessening so sweetly, so naturally, under her compelling feminine power. Even though she wanted to feel his vast pleasure expanding from her quickly, greedily, swallowing much of it, all around that scrumptious wand still held inside her body, while simultaneously continuing to suck his sensitized shaft as he tremble from the sweet sensation of her soft mouth and animated probing tongue driving pleasure deep into his head and heart, she had a greater purpose in mind. Even though she wished she could feel his hot shaft sliding in and out of her impassioned face, her being, with that delicious seed pushed and spread all over inside her mouth, on her teeth and gums, clinging to the roof of it, and under her delicate tongue as the heady sensation fill her sinuses, while she forced him to convulse with intense orgasmic release, just to lift her head and heart to his face and mouth so they could both kiss so deeply and share in her love for the scintillating flavor and that wonderfully sticky after feeling of their swirling his syrup together, as he carry some into his own mouth and force her to consume the rest of it slowly, while saliva wash it down her throat, she needed to do this more ... just this time. She lifted her breasts with her shoulders and pulled his head down insistently to her chest as she swallowed it all in one giant gulp. She wanted him to taste, feel and love the sensation of the splendid mass of living spermatozoa sliding down her throat and settling in her grateful stomach. She needed him to be enthralled through her perceptions and her's alone. Somehow she knew he did love her being a spermophile and welcomed it because it was a part of her humanity. A part she had dismissed and left to memories long ago. As she lay back to relax, she didn't think about the fact that she hadn't felt the blood lust and didn't feel herself an animal any longer. He softly rolled her full breast in his hand as he reported, "You shouldn't have drank the Zygott's blood. My blood." She looked at him questioning, "You did save yourself by having the heart not to force me to drink the transsexual's cum. Even when you were transmigressed into demon. But you still shouldn't have drank the Zygott's blood." She lay there saying, "I know, I'm sorry." As guilt began to surface within her again he quieted her soul by holding her close. He fondled her body and asked, "Do you feel what the Zygott's sperm has done to you?" She stammered, "no." He informed her, "You will find that it has changed you." "But for now go," he continued, "seek the trophy of your desires being granted." Instantly, she moved into the Castle's Main Hall, and stood before the Grand Council. She looked over to a sultry young female and stated, "You! Come here!" As the beautiful female began her stimulating stride toward her, Christol stated out loud, "You said I could have anything I desired! I want that one!" The girl entwined her arms around Christol and her breasts formed a perfect junction with her's. Christol stand there in front of everybody and ordered the girl, "Eat me!" As the girl slink downward with practiced allure, Christol could feel herself sizzling with sexual excitement as this was one of her fondest desires. The tender moist lips parted and the hot breath fell upon Christol's anxious clitoris and that perfect little tongue began to consume her sex but she knew something was different, it didn't feel right. That overwhelming sensation wasn't there. A pervading essence that something was missing came over her, like infinite sadness and Christol truly couldn't feel the girl's deft ministrations. The voice of the Zygott resound through her brain, asking, "What do you feel?" "It doesn't feel right. I don't feel anything," was her reply. She felt the Zygott say, "Take her, Go ahead try!" She pull the purposeful girl away from her task even though her pussy was still burning with desire, She brought her to her feet. Christol sucked the woman's breast into her mouth and felt the girl's yearning need, being met in her arms. She could sense the girl's hot wetness flowing from that delectable pussy but again she herself felt very ill at ease. Dropping down on her knees in exasperation she ravenously thrust her face into the girls womanhood and began to munch that feline pussy. The taste that she so loved before now reviled her. It didn't even taste as good as the shit she sucked out of her old lover's anus in unbridled passion. She defiantly continued to slurp long sucking streams of pussy juice into her mouth as she forced it down her throat. When she did the terrible pain returned and she bent cowering for a moment. Again the Zygott's voice came to her being, and suggested, "You could try sucking her blood!" With that she stood up, infuriated because she felt as if she was being violated, used, torn from dalliances that gave her so much pleasure and gratification. The adamant beast arose within her, as she saw horror in the girl's eyes. Her strength now much more enlivened than a mere mortal, made the girl's struggle a petty, futile gesture. She fought to escape the demoness as the untamable spirit inflated Christol's purpose. With no sense of humanity she plunged her fangs into the sweet downy flesh and on into the artery supplying blood to the ravishing woman's brain. As she sucked it into her mouth she felt herself regurgitate both voluntarily and involuntarily. She expelled the blood all over the girl as the Grand Council looked on in absolute trauma. Throwing the girl aside She wiped the foul taste from her mouth and reeled as she found herself dissolving from the Hall and materializing back on the Dungeon bed, trembling, shaking, convulsing with no ability to stop herself. The fangs she had worn all night now dropped out of her mouth and she found quietude in that cold comfort as she fell asleep. She had not slept long when she was drawn to wakefulness by the Zygott. The pain had returned to her stomach and she was once again in hellish turmoil. His soothing hands had her relaxing once more as her luscious beauty unfolded into yet sweeter feminine prowess. "What did you feel doing that?" he asked. She thought about it for a moment and answered, "Mad. I was angry at you for doing this to me." He corrected her, "It wasn't me. You shouldn't have drank the Zygott's blood." She argued, "But you said your sperm changed me. I thought that's what did it." He smiled at her and answered, "That's not how it changed you. You'll figure it out sooner or later. What made that happen was your own mind realizing, what, all that ultimately leads too." He continued to fondle the girl and she felt good to have pleasurable sensations again. Anything was better than the pain and that hideous nothingness. He stated, "I wish I could eat you but I can't with the transsexual's seamen in you. I will have to go soon and I might be able to come back to you and I might not. It depends on what you do from this point on." She exclaimed, "I don't want you to leave. Please, don't go." He reminded her he had to and then added, "But now feel this." He softly slid one single finger into her supple pussy and lay there fingering her until she felt a long, soft, tender, orgasm wash over her, and through her, completely. The sensation of his muscular finger delivering so tender a ministration made her realize she truly wasn't exclusively lesbian. A Halloween Surprise She could feel his warm mouth kiss her shoulder softly as she drift off into sleep. The next morning she awoke in her bed at the Estate. She sat up rubbing sleepy eyes and stretching her arms out wide. A tiny trickle of milk warmed her breast and stomach. Tired muscles moved in reluctance as she walked into the bathroom. A tinge of fright ran through her as she checked herself in the mirror, her heart bound up through the clouds to the very heavens as she could see her reflection. She was not a real Vampire. Her confused mind reasoned that it must have been the aphrodisiac as the steamy shower accepted her admission. As the hot water poured over her lithe body she began to doubt it happened at all. It must have been a dream. She must have fallen asleep and never even went to the party. Still she douched away any possibility that the transsexual's sperm was still inside her and felt her passion rise as she washed away the macabre remembrance. She began to massage her pussy and couldn't turn away from the fantasy of having the Zygott's finger inside her, bringing her to a gentle sweet orgasm. As she began to cum again she opened her mouth and the water saturated her tongue. She visualized the Zygott's hard cock in her mouth and her rolling the sweet sperm around and around it. It felt as real as she felt standing there. She could feel that throbbing member. Taste the exquisite cum and feel his orgasm shake him. She felt the true feminine power of her prolonging his sensation. Then she swallowed savoring the living spermatozoa gliding into her core. When her own orgasm was complete she let the vision rise skyward in the steam and she got out of the shower. As she dried her sweet body delicately the sound of the door bell startled her. She wrapped the towel around her and saw that her costume had been put back into the boxes as she hurried to the door. When she open it she was speechless for there stood the transsexual in modest women's clothing. Christol felt such relief the Shemale was alive, she wanted to enfold that luscious little bitch and give her a deep soul kiss but she couldn't move a muscle. The girl explained that they forget to bring her shawl along when they brought her home in the early morning. After handing the shawl over the girl/boy turned to go. She turned back for a moment and before she began to speak Christol could see that the Shemale's cock had tented her lovely dress. Christol began to smile appreciatively as the shemale spoke, "I hope you had fun last night! I sure did." Without waiting for a response he/she bound toward the car and a naughty thought crossed Christol's mind. She called after the girl with that gorgeous big cock saying, "It was wonderful," trying to indicate having that cock inside her, and the party as well. She let the towel fall to the floor and she stood there until the sweet girl saw. Christol smiled as the girl blew her a kiss and drove away. She stayed nude again that day, and when afternoon came she strolled down to the mailbox once more. Memories of the Zygott filled her head as she forced the magical transmutations of the fallen leaves grinding them down to their rest beneath her sexy feet. She wondered if perhaps the Zygott was actually the man in the truck that drove by each day. This time when she opened the mailbox she found that letter she knew would be there and she opened it standing at the roadside. The gold embossed note said only, "Thank You for so awe inspiring a show. Happy All Saint's Day!" And naturally it was signed, "The Dungeon Master." Little spasms of orgasm ran through her from excitement and wistful reluctance as she heard the truck making it's way up the road while she stay right there, waiting to see if it was the Zygott. The driver's eyes grew incredibly wide as he finally beheld this luscious nude female in the open, just standing there. He smiled at her and she heard his low wolf whistle as he drove on past her. But her heart sunk just a little for it was not the Zygott. She tromped a little harder through the leaves on her way back to the house just glad to be a real human and glad to be alive. She turned her palms upward toward the sky as she stretched her arms out wide. Those soft, sweet, firm, breasts rose proudly and felt a deep warmth as they dribble milk from them and she turned full circle. She spun around so gracefully, so centered, in the bed of autumn leaves and thanked God for his forgiveness. Her heart soared with the simple delight of crushing leaves and didn't even notice the couple riding horse back in the nude until they were fully upon her. The male called out, as the disinterested female was riding on past, "Hi Christol! Where's James?" She answered, "I don't know. He said he'd be back." As the man rode away with his mate she could hear him say, "Well if he said that, he will be!" The strange pale blonde woman called back to him, "Hurry Golan, It's almost time for dinner," as her long frail locks slowly floated curving about from her advance. As lazy clouds glide past, Christol saw the moon already beginning to traverse the sky in it's splendid sojourn along the same track the sun was nearly done making for the day. Somehow the scintillating yellows, oranges and browns of nature's autumnal display took on a more vivid hue. She felt herself privileged to simply be a part of the grand design. A witness to the omnipotent "at -- one - ment. " In vibrations beyond all human perception, a low dark force called out in adoration, "You are truly great!" Out of infinite order, a supreme thundering velvet hand held the world in fond embrace, responding, "Thank You Dungeon Master." The infinite nadir queried in it's rumbling, "Will she truly see?" It's pristine anti-thesis softly answer, "For her sake I hope so!" * © 2008, A Humble Tinsel Polisher All Rights Reserved For Adults Only.