1 comments/ 31280 views/ 7 favorites At the Fetish Parasite Ch. 01 By: Emmakah "Well, if you are really gunna leave, at least let me take you out for one final good-bye," Jeena begged, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. Donella couldn't say no to her long time friend so grudgingly agreed. Donella no longer took pleasure in her everyday life, and decided that she was going to drop out of school and start a new existence. She lost all contact with her family, and her most recent boyfriend had left her because he complained that she was too dull and predictable. She'd show him predictable! She planned on leaving tonight, and taking the first bus east—destination unknown. She had packed or sold all of her belongings, and said one final good-bye to her best friend Jeena. Now, it appeared that she was going to be sucked into a night out, she might as well, after all, it might be the last time they saw each other. To make it more fun, Jeena decided to take Donella to a club she had never been to, and dress her up exactly the opposite from how she usually dresses. If this was how Jeena wanted to spend their last night together, Donella would do all she could to make her friend happy. The first thing Jeena did was choose an outfit out of her closet. Donella was horrified at this idea but had to remember that she was at Jeena's whim for the night. Donella stood in front of the mirror clad only in her white cotton panties and her black lace bra, waiting for Jeena to hand her something to wear. Jeena stood inside her closet, waist deep in an array of debris, shoveling out random articles of clothing, in an effort to find the perfect look. A few times, Donella had to jump aside to escape being brained with a shoe or clunky belt buckle. Finally, Jeena emerged with her treasure, a short black leather miniskirt with circular cutouts from the hem to the waist. Jeena sniffed it, and when it passed the smell test of cleanliness, she chucked it at a grimacing Donella. It was a bit of a struggle to get into because it was very tight, and Donella realized that she needed to remove her granny panties to keep them from showing through the cutouts. She didn't like the idea of wearing such a revealing skirt, but she did like the fact that it was short and made her legs look killer and her tummy flatter than it would have appeared otherwise. Donella barely had time admire the fit of the skirt on her shapely hips and ass, when Jeena flung a semi-clean shirt at her. It smelled like cigarette smoke and had deodorant smears in the pits, but Donella pulled it on anyway. The shirt, if it could be called by such a liberal definition, was completely see-through black fishnet that was cut very low in the front. She stepped back and marveled at how such a flimsy piece of fabric could push her tits up in such a flattering way. Jeena then threw a surprisingly clean pair of fishnet thigh-highs, which nailed Donella in the side of the face, and some leather go-go boots that Donella managed to dodge. Donella slid these on, just in time to have Jeena appear from the ruin that was her closet and drag her into the bathroom. Then Jeena plopped Donella down on the toilet seat, and rubbed lily-white powder across her angular features. Donella never really wore make-up because she was too lazy usually to put it on and take it off, but Jeena insisted that she submit to this, and would remind her to wash her face when they got home. Then Jeena smeared black greasy eye make-up across her upper lids and the effect it had on her crystal blue eyes was stunning. The shadows from the top of her eyes made them almost look luminescent against the refection in her snowy cheeks. Jeena finished up her pet project by choosing a blood red lipstick to rouge Donella's lips. When Donella stopped and looked at herself in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself. Her long hair was slicked back, and her ghostly pallor complimented both her icy eyes and her auburn hair. Even though she looked totally different, she felt like she was someone different entirely. Perhaps that was a good thing, after all, tonight was the first night of the rest of her life. They arrived a half an hour before midnight at the club, which was called The Fetish Parasite. It faced Hollywood Boulevard and from the outside looked like a dingy office building. The Walk of Fame was long past its glory days and there were more homeless than movie stars littering the street in front of the club. The only indication that there was a hot spot there was the loud music and the queue. The girls waited in line, talking about past times, and Donella actually felt saddened that this would be the last night she spent with her friend. Jeena was effervescent as always, and babbled on a mile a minute trying to fit years worth of times into the span of minutes. "I almost forgot to tell you! The first time you go to this club we have a little ritual called a virgin sacrifice!" Donella's eyes opened wide in horror. "Don't worry it's nothing bad, they just have your sponsor bring you on stage and you get down on your knees and take a cherry out of Dominic Kayne's hand--he's the guy who runs the club. The cherry being the symbolic 'losing of the cherry' and then you get the 'mark of Kayne' which is just a mark on your forehead symbolizing you as a virgin. Then you get down off the stage, everyone cheers for you, and men will buy your drinks all night because of the mark. You won't have to spend a cent tonight!" Donella felt her knees go weak at the thought of being paraded around in front of people, but then she remembered that she would likely never see these people ever again so it really didn't matter if she looked like an idiot for just one night. They flashed their IDs at the bouncer and were whisked into the club immediately. The club consisted of three main rooms with the largest having an ominous stage up front, which Donella looked at in horror. Speakers, standing as tall as the topless girls dancing next to them, flanked the stage and poured out a deafening bass line that made Donella's ribs beat a tattoo inside her skin. There was a constant roar of industrial music laced heavily on top of the bass; everyone had to shout to be heard if they wanted to have a conversation. The air was thick with fog of incense and swirling black lights that made everyone look a little odd. Crowded into booths surrounding the perimeter of the club, couples and sometimes trios of people groped one another in the dim light. At the stoke of midnight the music cut off and the crowd roared, a moment later the lights came up a bit on the stage and a towering figure appeared in front of the cheering crowd. He seemed to stand almost six and a half feet tall and was thin as a rail. His ribs stood out against his milky white skin and he was naked to the waist, clad only in a pair of skintight leather pants and a dazzling array of tattoos and piercings. He had pitch-black hair that was shaved into a Mohawk and it stood on its end in gigantic foot long spikes. He grabbed the microphone and shouted into it, "Now it's time to make our sacrifices to our dark god! Everyone who has a virgin, please horde them to the stage so we can take our fill, and you virgins, don't worry, this wont hurt...for long!" That brought up a new roar from the crowd mixed with lecherous laughter. "What the hell did I get myself into?" —Thought Donella. Donella seemed to slip into a coma, and was only vaguely aware that Jeena was leading her up to the stairs. Her vision narrowed down like a pinpoint, blocking out all the sound of the crowd and her heart was pounding with fear--her focus was only on Dominic. "This man was my doom, it was like he was my executioner and I was being led to my death." Another couple made it to the stage before Donella, so she had a moment to try to settle her stomach before she had to face the crowd. The guy was wearing what looked like a cross between a funeral shroud and a monk's robe and he led a skater punk girl onto the stage. Dominic bound her hands behind her and brought her down to her knees in front of him. She was smiling stupidly obviously enjoying all this attention. "This is the first virgin to be sacrificed for the night, my Dark Lord. I hope you accept her cherry as my offer," Dominic announced to the crowd and brought out a red cherry that he was holding by its stem. He brought the cherry down to her lips and placed it between her teeth. She sucked it off the stem and lewdly rolled it around her tongue in a simulated act of cunnilingus. Then Dominic dipped his finger into some viscous red fluid and drew a cross on her forehead in mock Ash Wednesday fashion. Overall, it didn't seem too bad, a little embarrassing but nothing more than that. Then Dominic sighed and rolled his eyes, at this woman's display, it was obvious that she was enjoying it too much. Donella barely had time to notice his annoyance when it was her turn. Her legs wobbled under her and she was numbly aware that Jeena was leading her up the steps, to the stage, into the glare of the light. Dominic seemed to tower over her and he looked down from what seemed like a dizzying height. Their eyes met and Donella looked deep into his face. ...You're afraid. I can sense it... his mind telepathically conveyed to her ...I will make everything all right. You don't have to worry... Then he turned to the crowd and shouted "Now it's time for our second sacrifice of the night!" and the crowd cheered, but Donella didn't seem to notice. She could vaguely hear them but her eyes were locked on Dominic's eyes. She felt herself calm inside, as if he had done something to her mind, like a minor sedative. Her mind floated in a haze, her free will had fled her body but she remembered him saying that he wanted to explore this virgin more backstage, and that thought sent pulses of excitement through her. Donella was still bound and being led to the backstage area by Dominic. She was growing wet at the thought of being alone with him, which made her wonder because this was so out of character. However, a voice inside her head told her not to worry, that everything would be okay. Dominic led her to a room that was filled with some sort of furniture covered with purple and black drapery. Donella couldn't judge the dimensions of the room exactly, because the dim light and so many crowded bodies, made it appear like there might be mirrors disguising the true proportions—this room was either a narrow hall, or vast ballroom, but nothing in between. The only light came from some dim wall sconces and there were about a dozen other people in the room, all wearing those robes that Donella had seen the sponsor before her wearing. Many people were surrounding her, and she could feel their heat press against her. They had cowls pulled down over their faces and Donella couldn't tell whether they were male or female, just that they had milky white skin. Dominic led her to a platform that was four feet off the ground and lifted her onto it. He unbound her hands and laid her back on the platform. The whole congregation moved forward, humming as they approached. There were suddenly hands all over Donella's body as they gently massaged her skin through her clothes. She wanted to scream at them to drop their hands under her bra, she was burning to feel a mouth, any mouth on her skin. She started to sweat and her thighs were soaking and slick from her sweat. All of the acolytes brought out slender daggers and gently cut away her clothing, without even touching the sharp blades to her flesh. Her arms were stretched out to her sides as if she were a cross. Her ample breasts stood upright and her nipples stood erect, longing for anyone to touch them. The acolytes poured warm oil over her body and gently massaged it into her flesh. Donella let a moan escape her throat as she felt several pairs of hands running their course over her body, but conspicuously avoiding the most secret of areas and the part that was yearning to have the same attention. Without hesitation, Dominic was towering over her. ...Are you still afraid?.. he asked using no words whatsoever. ...No... was the reply, but Donella wasn't sure if it had even come from her mind, or from some external force. ...What do you want me to do to you?.. he asked. ...I want you to make me cum. I will do anything you want, for however long you want, but I NEED you to make me cum, now... She replied, nearly screamed the thought into his head. There was no "maybe" this time, she had sent that message, loud and clear. Also, she knew that by telling him that, she would devote her life to whatever he asked of her. He gently spread Donella's legs open, he grinned and poured a little oil into his palm. All hands were on her still but she had no sense of which belonged to whom. He ran his hand over her mound of pubic hair and she jumped toward his hand needing to feel it on her--and more important--inside me. He rubbed the oil into her pubic hair and teased his index finger down to where the hair stopped and her labia parted, stopping just before the swell of her clit. ...You weren't lying, I can feel the heat rising up from your moist hole... He rubbed Donella's clit in little concentric circles with his index finger. Her hips swayed in a similar motion, feeling the rhythm of his movements and trying to savor the moment. Then Dominic cupped his hand sliding three fingers into her quivering wet vagina, while placing his other hand on her hip to steady his body, pinning her down to the table. Then he continued to rub in the circles pressing the palm of his hand into Donella's needy clit while gently stroking the inner walls of her hole as her muscles strained to drive his hand deeper inside. With each pass of his hand, Donella could feel the orgasm building, then he would draw it away, and back and forth, the circles worked her clit. Her breath hitched in her chest and she felt that he knew her body and he knew exactly how to make her cum. In fact, he was bringing her to that point faster than anyone else ever had. Just before that embrace of ecstasy, he cruelly pulled his hand away. An unjust whimper betrayed her, but then she felt that same peace knowing that she would soon have everything she ever wanted. The congregation backed away and Donella had a mental command to rise up to her knees and spread them apart as wide as possible. Dominic stood on the ground next to the table, he braced one hand on her warm oily tummy and gently lifted her up. He slid his hand to her tit and tweaked her nipple. His other hand pushed her upper body slightly forward and she felt his oily hand snake around her anus venturing one finger inside and then another. Donella never had anyone dare to try to do anything to that part of her body and it wasn't even in her mind to protest because that was the only thing she wanted in the world at that moment. He fucked her back hole with his fingers getting it increasingly lubed up with the oil. It felt as if her lower body were floating as she felt his finger release her hole to be replaced with his rock-hard penis. It suddenly felt too big! Like she was going to be ripped apart, but it was so warm and she could feel his hips bounce against her ass. He reached around, started playing with her nether lips again, and gave her a kiss on the ear. Donella felt his breath quicken and she knew it wouldn't be long before he filled her body with his warm semen, but he slowed his pace. He forced her legs wider still and had one of the cowled people walk forward. She removed the cowl and dropped the robe to the floor revealing her beautiful naked form. She was about Donella's height and had long platinum blond hair and small high set breasts. She crawled onto the table, laid flat on her back, and positioned herself underneath Donella as she straddled her face. Dominic still pumped from behind and whispered audibly into Donella's ear, "Just relax, you are almost ready to become one of us." The blond wrapped her ruby lips around Donella's clit, sucking deeply as if she were trying to draw fluids far into her mouth. She reached up grabbing Donella's hips and forcing her wet pussy down onto her face. Her nose nuzzled her front hole at the same time Dominic squeezed her round ass and impaled her asshole. There were too many sensations coursing through Donella's body and she couldn't sort out pleasure from pain. Donella wanted to drive her clit down hard on the blond in front and wanted to buck her rear harder into Dominic's driving hips. Finally, Donella felt the pressure build inside of her, as if she was going to explode, and the hedonistic couple knew it. As she came, she screamed and threw her head back, her long hair drenched with sweat and felt Dominic's warm mouth on her neck. The blond at her crotch sucked hard onto her clit and bit her deeply with her teeth drawing blood. As he spurted his cum deep inside Donella's colon, Dominic sank his long canine teeth into her jugular vein draining her of her blood. ...You are now one of us... At the Fetish Parasite Ch. 02 As consciousness settled upon her, Donella was vaguely aware of a strange sensation, like being underwater. Her skin felt cold, yet dry. There was an oppressive heaviness that weighed down on her entire body; she felt like she was thousands of feet below the ocean. Her chest hurt to breathe and she couldn't move her limbs. Donella's eyes snapped open in a panic as an icy horror filled her as darkness surrounded—was she really submersed? Slowly her eyes adjusted to her surroundings and she saw that she was in a very dark room. The only light came from a single candle, which seemed a million miles away, on a bedside table. A lone chair stood on the opposite side the table and it held a solitary figure. She seemed a grandmotherly sort although Donella couldn't see her face, well in the low light. The old lady saw Donella's eyes open and she walked over to her. Donella still couldn't turn her head so the old woman gently placed her hand behind Donella's neck, raised it forward, and brought a pewter cup to her mouth. Donella had no idea what it was but it tasted like some sort of sweet nectar; it was thick yet delicious, and she wanted nothing more than to drain that cup, but the woman pulled it away. "Not so fast, you're still weak," the grandmotherly nurse said, "you rest now, and I will feed you more later." She had an accent that Donella couldn't place but it sounded like she came from some Eastern European country. The woman brushed her soft wrinkled hands over Donella's forehead in a manner that reminded her of when she got sick as a child and her own grandmother would take care of her. As the nourishment from the cup worked its way through Donella's body, the dense weight that held her limbs abated somewhat, but she was still so fatigued that she soon drifted off into fitful unconsciousness. Soon Donella was thinking about the past because she had no strength to fight off the painful memories that assaulted her. She missed her grandmother greatly; she had died last year and left Donella on her own. Donella had lived with her since the time she was eight years old, after her mother disappeared and her father went to jail. Donella had heard years later, after her mother had died, that she was living on the streets at that time. She was a lost soul, her whole life was consumed to her addiction of heroin. It shackled her to her fate. As for Donella's father, last she had heard he was locked away in San Quentin prison for murder, after sentencing she hadn't heard from him. The murder he had committed Donella actually had witnessed. She couldn't remember how old she was but she was having a sleep over with a friend of hers. They were asleep in the living room of Donella's father's house in a run down section of East LA. Her father was a drug dealer and he had always had unsavory types of people in and out at all hours. Donella awoke to the sound of a loud argument coming from the den, which was just off the living room. She saw her father yelling at a Mexican man with one deformed arm. She had seen this man in the house before because her father told her not to stare at his arm, which looked like it stopped growing when he was a little boy. The man yelled back and her father pulled a knife out and stabbed him in the chest. The deformed man's friends tried to pull him out of the house to get him away from her father, but they weren't fast enough. There, Donella's father slaughtered that man, where she numbly sat watching. The deformed man's friends ran and soon the cops were at the house. They led Donella's father away and took her to live with her grandmother. After that, she had led a relatively normal life. Her grandmother sent her to Catholic school where she spent most of her time taking art classes. After she graduated high school, she went to a nearby community college to get her associates degree in fine arts. Donella had planned on opening her own studio one day or possibly teaching if that didn't pan out. There, at the school, she had met Tony. He was a playwright and a horrible one to boot, but love is blind and Donella fell hard. After a year and a half, he came to the realization they were "just too different" (translation: It's not me, it's you) and decided to go their separate ways. Tony, didn't have much trouble with the words, "too different" in this case, it had meant, I have a penis, you do not. This was the first and only man Donella had loved and honestly thought that, even though they argued a lot, that they would marry and have a family with a white picket fenced house in suburbia. Now as she lay in this foreign place, she tried to picture her life as a soccer mom, wearing Keds and denim jumpers, and couldn't grasp it. What had happened last night? The memory of the ceremony came back then. She again tried to open her eyes and look about, and found that the grandmotherly woman was still there, sitting in the chair near the bed. "Where am I?" "You need sleep, you are still so weak," the elderly nurse told her. Donella tried to sit up, her head spun, and she felt like she was going to be sick. A dull throb started in her skull and her vision started to black out. She limped to Donella's side and put a surprisingly strong arm around her. She might have seemed old but she possessed more than enough strength to hold up Donella's weight. She propped her up against the headboard when it was obvious that Donella wasn't going lie back down. "I will send for Master Dominic, I will see if he can calm you down because if you don't rest you wont heal," and even as she reprimanded, Donella felt safe in just hearing that name--Master Dominic. She never even left the room, but in a moment, Dominic walked through the door. She must have summoned him telepathically because they looked at each other for a moment, and then he smiled. "It's OK Brietta, I will take care of her." Dominic told the elderly nurse and then with a slight bow she left the room. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Just having him in the room made Donella calmer. He reached out and stroked her hair back from her face. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Weak. Why am I so weak?" "Because you are in transition now, you are on your way to becoming one of us and it will take time before your body adjusts to the new gift I have given you. You will soon be immortal, like all of us here, but right now, you are not. You are fragile and you need to be taken care of, soon though you will be impervious to disease or old age." Then he brushed his hand against her neck and touched a very sore spot there. He felt her wince underneath his touch. "You see, now you have to let your body heal. However, I can make it better for you. "Tell me, my love, what is your name?" "Donella." She replied. "A beautiful name," He said in a contemplative whisper. He put his finger in his mouth and pierced a hole in the tip of it with his front teeth. When he pulled his hand out from his mouth Donella could see a drop of blood forming, and her stomach quickened at the sight. It was almost a feeling between hunger and desire. She opened her mouth to accept his bloody finger and suckled on it like a newborn babe. She realized that his blood was the same nectar from the pewter cup and she felt herself grow stronger the more she drank. Then he pulled his hand away and he placed it against the wound in her neck. As soon as the blood touched her flesh, she felt a sizzling sensation like when hydrogen peroxide is put on a cut, then the pain was gone and her neck was fully healed. "If I remember correctly," he said with a small smile, "You weren't only bit on the neck," Then he pulled the covers off her body and saw that she was lying there totally naked, "I believe that lovely fair-haired Claire also bit you somewhere else." Since Donella's legs still felt weak, he gently pulled them apart revealing her most secret spot. At the movement of her legs, Donella felt a sharp stabbing pain grow up from the folds of her sex. Dominic scooped her up into his arms and laid her sideways on the bed. Her body felt like a dried husk and she had no more control over her limp muscles than a rag doll, yet having him manipulate her body felt so relaxing. Donella had put her complete trust in him and it felt so good to relinquish control to this dominating man. He pulled her knees up in a gynecological fashion with her feet positioned at the edge of the bed with her ass just inches behind them. In a moment, Dominic held the bloodied tip of his finger to that sensitive cut, in that even more sensitive area, and it was instantly cauterized. As soon as he touched her, all pain stopped and Donella's entire body was focused on his finger, gently stroking the flesh around her clit. His blood made his finger slide around and caused her to grow incredibly aroused. Her clit became engorged with blood, which made her thankful that he had sealed the wound, or she might have bled to death. She moaned softly and closed her eyes fully concentrating on the feeling of his hand stroking her. She started to grow wet and Dominic felt her juices slide over his fingertips as he massaged her tenderly. He changed position and he placed his head between her open legs and covered her labial lips with soft kisses. His tongue flicked teasingly against her clit before he slurped its entire length into her moist hole. She could feel the warmth of his mouth and his breath as he drank up her fluids--they flowed out and he lapped them up furiously. He wrapped his whole mouth around her clit, suckling it and he used one of his hands to slip two fingers into her hole. Donella knew she was going to cum, but she didn't know if she could handle it, as weak as she was. Of course, Dominic knew, he knew everything. So he eased his mouth off of her clit while he still finger fucked her. "Oh, my Lord!" he exclaimed, "I wish you weren't so weak, my beautiful Donella. You taste so good! Just seeing you here so submissive, makes me wish to climb on top of you and fill you full of cum, but I'm afraid the exhaustion might kill you." He looked so sad just then that Donella felt as if his heart would break. He grabbed the pewter cup off the bedside table and lifted it to her lips. His hand was shaking and he spilled a little on the bed accidentally. He might have been immortal but deep down inside, he was still a man and ruled by desires of the flesh. At that moment, there was nothing more arousing that this man who couldn't fight off his manly urges and to know that she had brought him to this point, made Donella want to fuck him even more. She hardly cared if she was too weak or not, all she felt this burning need to feel him inside of her. "We will try but if I feel you cannot handle this I will have to leave you be," he said as he fumbled to disrobe. He then flung off his cowled robe to reveal his naked form. His tattoos were caught in the candlelight and made him have a mottled look. His rock hard cock stood at attention, slightly bent to the left and a pearly drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. He knelt at the edge of the bed, in front of her waiting vagina. With the help of one hand, he guided his erect penis inside. Even though she was very excited and very willing, he still seemed too big; Donella was still just a little too tight for him. As his head pushed through her inner lips, it seemed to meet resistance, so he balanced his hands on her hips. Very slowly and very gently, he rocked his hips forward then with each stroke, he managed to push a little deeper. Before long, he was fully inside. He didn't speed up his pace at all, he just kept sliding in and out. On the backstroke, he would pause as the tip of his penis came close to popping out of her tight pussy, and her velvety lips clenched around it. Then he would ease it back in and he would pause again as she imagined her muscles grabbing his shaft. He felt so warm. His eyes never left hers the whole time he gently plunged deep into her. Donella slipped away from the ecstasy that her body felt and found herself probing into Dominic's mind, as his cock probed her gushing slit. She saw him in a much younger incarnation. She didn't know exactly when it was, but it looked like it could have been Medieval Europe from some documentary. Images flashed through her mind, like Dominic's poverty in his youth, his brief stint in the military, and how an unfortunate night with a whore that lead him to being tapped into his first clan. Memories of various rises to power assaulted her and ended in a coup that lead to his succession to the throne of power at The Fetish Parasite. Donella felt that she might be able to control this mind-probe some, but couldn't dwell too much on it because Dominic's panting above her brought her around. Before too long his breath quickened and he dug his nails into the flesh of her hips. "I'm going to cum! Oh, my Lord! I'm going to cum now!" he announced then bit his lip. He gasped suddenly as she felt a spasm jerk through his penis when he strained pushing it as far as it would go inside of her. He held his breath and released it with a shudder. A thin skin of sweat broke out all over his body at the pinnacle of his orgasm. Her eyes never left his face as he clenched his eyes shut tight and he collapsed on top of her. Donella wrapped her arms around him hugging him tightly to her bare breasts. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and then he suddenly realized that he might be crushing her in her fragile state. He rolled off and lay down next to her on the bed. She entwined her arms back around him and he fell asleep. How different this was from last night! What just happened was more akin to "making love" than anything else. This man, Dominic Kayne, had a sensitive side that was amiss from the typical blood-sucking vampire image she had known from superstition. This man was far from being a corpse. He was warm and Donella could feel his heartbeat. She started to wonder what her abilities were just as she drifted off to sleep.