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Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 01

By: Player0



Chapter 1: My name is Emily and I'm in love with an older woman.

It's been a year since I moved out of my parents' place in Orange County and started living independently in an apartment in LA to attend classes UCLA. I came here to be a journalism major even though my true passion lies in writing, if you're wondering why I didn't just become an English major, it's because I'm following the example of one of my favourite writers; don't just focus on writing, living your life and having experiences matter more. And while he studied history I feel it's much the same as a good mystery always makes for a good story.

But I think I've gone off on another tangent, which is something I often do: good at remembering facts, always a struggle to get them down succinctly.

You see I'm just 22, near the end of my degree but still not really ready for the adult world; during my job waiting tables I found myself in the presence of one of the most beautiful, enthralling woman I had ever seen. She came to the restaurant usually in the evenings, always ordering the most expensive dishes on the menu: porterhouse steak, roast duck, suckling pig. I don't know how she did it, but it seemed to me she never gained weight no matter how meat she ate, it seemed to me that she the opposite of a vegetarian considering she never ordered any kind of vegetables or salads with her meals.

She must've been a model because she was at least a good 6 feet tall, slender and elegant with her hair cut short at the back ensuring she always had a beautiful blonde bob that always retained its shape. Piercing hazel coloured eyes, magnificently large breasts, and although she was quite older than me, possibly in her mid-to-late 40s, she must've taken exceptionally good care of herself as she barely had a wrinkle on her.

Her name was Farah, it was an appropriate name in that she was like another certain blonde enchantress. Even as a little girl I always knew I was a lesbian, although not knowing that word and entirely what the attraction meant, I always found myself captivated by the female form, older women especially were attractive.

I had never spoken to her directly save to get her order, just by looking at what she wore you could tell she came from money, but she was never condescending to me like a lot of other rich customers. I hummed and hahhed in my mind about whether or not I should say anything to her at all, how childish was I to think I could do something as bold as ask out a classy woman like her. Even if she didn't have a wedding ring, I had no idea if she was a lesbian and even if she was would she even be interested in me?

As she sat at her table waiting for someone to serve her, I made my move still uncertain what 

I would actually say, should I try my luck with a pick up line or just be straightforward, oh god now I can't go through with this, abort!

But it seems Farah made the choice for me, she waved me over and while I expected to take her order, only for her to say something I don't think I ever expected.

"What are you doing later tonight?"

'Is she asking me out!?'

"This job can't pay very well for a pretty girl like you, how would you like to make $5000 for one night's work?"

'Was she propositioning me?!!'

"Yes I'm propositioning you."

'What the fuck?! Is this a dream?'

"No its not you silly, schizophrenic girl, is your answer yes or no?"

"How the hell do you know what I'm thinking, can you read minds?"

"Don't be foolish, it's just when you reach my age you pick up a few skills like how to read someone's face. And your face is very easy to read."

I immediately felt embarrassed by what I blurted out but also the fact that what was happening was actually happening. I never once thought of prostituting myself to anyone, but for this sophisticated woman was offering me what amounted to what I could make in half a year's worth of pay checks.

"Young lady there are many young girls in this town, many just as hard up for cash as you and many I'm sure willing to take up my offer. Are you interested yes or no?"

"Uh yes, yes I can make some free time tonight."

"Good, this is my phone number, call me as soon as you get off work, I'll pick you up and get you ready for entertaining at tonight's party."

'What the hell did I just agree to?'

I got off my shift at 7 PM, dressing back into my street cloths I dialled Farah's number, she picked up in what else but a dark red Maserati convertible. She was silent during the trip, smiling at what must've been childish excitement of being in such a alien experience, coming from a middle class family, the most stylish car I had ever been in was a Honda.

"Tell me about yourself Emily?"

"Me? There's really not very much to say about me, I'm a local, my parents live out in the suburbs, I went to UCLA to study journalism, I'm near the end of my degree but honestly don't know what I want to do with my life afterwards."

"Oh sweetheart, stick with me you won't ever have worry about things like that again."

"Um, are you offering to be my pimp?"

"No my dear, unless you want, I know a lot of girls like you need to support yourselves financially; prostitution is probably the easiest and most dangerous way to make money in this world, and it would be dangerous without someone like me looking out for someone like you."

'Someone like me? Does that mean she has a gun, or hired thugs or something like that? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.' "Uh, I don't think I really want to turn this into a profession."

"And I wouldn't expect you to, you seem like the kind of girl who simply wouldn't be cut out for that kind of action long term. No what I meant is your direction in life, believe me I didn't know what I was going to do when I was your age too, got into a lot of dead ends both professionally and in relationships. But then I met some very good friends and they helped me find my true path in life."

"Uh, I'm sorry but are you saying I should join a church group or something? Because I'm kind of an Atheist and I'm not exactly-"

"Oh my, is that what I sound like? I'm sorry dear sometimes I go on like that, and I do there is a certain spirituality to it. But no my dear, I'm not talking about a church, that would be exceptionally hypocritical from someone who offers young girls thousands of dollars to spend a night doing things best left to the imagination."

My cheeks started to turn a little red when again reality started to sink it. "Well, if you're not talking about a church, what are you talking about?"

"Family my dear, and I don't mean the woman who gave birth to you or the people who think they have a right to treat you like shit because you share the same blood, I mean real family."

"I'm still not sure I follow do you mean marriage?" 'Was that it? Was she planning on sharing me with her husband?'

"Close, it's a relationship similar to what you expect in a typical marriage, but not strictly legal in these parts."

"You mean gay marriage? I think that's legal in this state."

"Oh no sweetie, the kind of relationship I'm thinking of wouldn't be legal outside of Utah."

"Uh?"

"Polygamy dear."

'So she's going share me with an entire family full of sex partners?' It was now I realized that this was probably a bad call, I can't say I ever expected to find myself at the centre of an orgy.

She took me to the closest Zara store and guided me to their lingerie section, giving me a number of lacy dresses and undergarments to put on later; she brought me to the dressing room and ordered me to try on each and every one until she was satisfied. We ended up with over a dozen or so pieces of lacy underwear, meaning my questions had to be asked and answered in the three minute intervals when I have to model off my outfit for Farah's approval before going back to change and start the process over again.

"Why exactly did you choose me to be your..."

"Entertainer? Why not? You're cute, petite, you appear to have good hygiene, and I could tell just by looking at you're a sweet girl and not an insufferable bitch, something I'm not in the mood for tonight."

"Oh ok, but how did you know."

"Next!"

And back to the dressing room.

"How did you know I'd be ok with this, how did you know I wouldn't just be freaked out and call the police?"

"I didn't choose your restaurant by accident dear, I came there especially to check out the waiting staff; anyone could see you making those little puppy dog eyes at me every time you could catch a glimpse of me. You should be thankful I'm offering you a fair price like $5000, if I wanted to I think you'd have done it for free."

'Well she's not entirely wrong.'

"Next!"

And back again

"What exactly is going to be expected of me? I mean I understand the lingerie, but what would you actually expect me to do; you don't intend to share me with your 'family' do you?"

"Of course I do dear, why do you think you're being paid so much, $1000 is the price a working girl can expect for one night with one client, you're being paid $5000 to spend one night with a total of five clients."

"F-f-f-five?!? How am I supposed to, to do it with five people at once?!" I might've said this a little too loudly.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart, you won't have to worry yourself over anything, we really just need a warm body, you can just leave the rest to us."

"You mean like those Japanese restaurants that serve sushi on a woman's naked body"

"Something like that, next!"

We finally settled on a pink coloured, frilly lingerie set of bra and panties, Farah had me wear it under my clothes, we left Zara's and back to her car; she drove me to Hollywood Hills, told me her family lived in a small mansion here. I knew Farah and her family must've been wealthy but I wasn't expecting her to be in the same area as Hollywood royalty.

She parked her car into the driveway of, and she really wasn't kidding, a mansion. Though I don't know enough about mansions to consider what is 'small' but this one had at least three stories, wide enough to house a lot of rooms and even gardens and ponds along the sides.

Farah guided me through the front door into the house itself, the main entrance of the house was like a miniature version of a Disney movie, though not as big as a palace or ball room, the foyer decked with finery, as golden candle holders with lit candles littered every wall, a great chandler loomed over my head and beautiful portraits and fine china littering the walls. At the centre of this room was a large spiral staircase, reaching up into the ceiling into the top floor and down into the basement.

"We're here now, take off your clothes and make yourself pretty."

"Ms. Farah, I know I agreed to this but I think I might have butterflies in my stomach and-"

"If you're worried we'll get rough with you or do anything you won't like then don't, there'll be women here, you won't get penetrated or anything like that."

'Not the answer I was hoping for, but I guess that's still a plus.'

"Also don't forget sweetie, I've already paid you in full for tonight; you can run away if you want but just know that I and my family don't like getting ripped off, if we pay for you that means we're entitled enjoy you, and believe me if you pull a stunt like that we'll take a great deal of please enjoying you."

'Everything about that statement sent shivers through my spine, what the hell kind of person was she if she seriously just threatened to hunt me down and gang rape me with her lesbian lovers? I should've never taken her money, I need to just what she asks and get this night over and done with.'

Now only clad in lingerie, and maybe a little make up, Farah said I was ready guided into what looked like the dining room. There I met four other women who, like Farah, ranged from their late 30s to early 50s in appearance.

A seat at the end of the table next to Farah was made available, Farah took time to introduce me to the other women around the table.

Beside her another woman about her age, tanned skin and long, dark hair with piercing green eyes, she introduced herself as Vanessa, even though I just met her she and Farah treated each other with a warmth more so than the other members of their family, perhaps their relationship was closer because they had met each other first?

Then I met another woman, she was probably the youngest of the group, though a good deal still older than me, she must've been at least 35 or maybe 37. She had a mane wild, dark red hair and hazelnut coloured eyes, she introduced herself as Veronica. She had a very distinct, bordering of stereotypical southern accent, and maybe a hint of ADHD; what was obvious however was everything from her eyes to her grin, to even flicking her tongue like a snake, telegraphed pretty clearly that she much more than the others was excited about hiring a prostitute.

The next girl I met had an altogether different demeanour, much more stern and harsh, I'm not sure if even liked me even though she looked me up and down just like the others. She was a dark skinned woman, a little younger than Farah she was maybe 41 or so; she had very dark skin tone, black hair and dark brown eyes, she looked like a Gypsy as she enjoyed bedecking her hair and clothes with little pieces of jewels and precious stones. Her name was Devana.

And finally I met who must've been the matriarch of this family, her name was Regina, although Farah and the others referred to her as mother or mama, she told me in no small terms that as long as my head is under their roof I'll do the same. Regina was very different from the other women, it was quite strange, even though I could tell she was much older than any of the other women I couldn't place my finger on what, her face was old and young at the same time, with skin and hair the colour of milk only broken by her gold coloured eyes and red lipstick and nails.

"Welcome my dear, I've been so looking forward to tonight, I hope the thought of entertaining so many clients at once isn't too daunting for you." She speaks with a strange mix of authority and motherliness, like the high school English teacher I had a crush on. "But first let us enjoy this delicious meal, our last guest Julia gave us this delicious recipe."

It looked like a scrumptious feast, delicious meat that looked like roast pork, it tasted so sweet and so tender I almost ended up scarfing it down. They also served me red wine too, honestly considering what they were paying for this was awfully generous, maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.

"Emily my dear, you have such a lovely body, Farah made a fantastic choice, I think the six of us will have a lot of fun together." Regina said as she sipped her wine.

"Tell me sweetie, are you ticklish, I love girls who are ticklish, nothing's more fun than a good laugh." Veronica said with a light chuckle, her chin resting on her fingers.

"Farah sweetheart, this one's just been stuffing her mouth, I want to be entertained, at least show me if her body tastes nice." Vanessa pouted like a schoolgirl.

"Oh alright, nothing wrong with a little appetiser." And with Farah shoved her right hand into my panties and with years of experience found my clitoris and rubbed it so hard and fast it felt like the skin would tear off.

I immediately coughed up the food in my mouth, almost choking a little bit, I had to grab the arms of my chair to balance myself otherwise I'd fall off. I tried to scream but my throat and mouth seized up, Farah's hand was so hard it felt like the sensations from my genitals caused every muscle in my body to seize up. It took willpower to not resist my eyes crawling back into my skull, I tried to take hold of Farah's arm with my hands but she and Vanessa pulled me back.

I screamed at the top of lungs when the pain reached the point where it was too much to bear, thankfully it coincided with a barely felt orgasm. Farah immediately lost interest in my clitoris, her fingers coated in what appeared to my cum. She and her family seemed to take a great deal of pleasure tasting me, and while I would normally protest this bizarre behaviour happening in front of me, I couldn't even raise my voice because whether it was pain from what I had just experienced or if the food and wine were drugged, but I soon lost consciousness over the sound of them all gabbing like schoolgirls.

I felt cold and wet, I opened my eyes to see my body was naked, stripped of the lingerie, now lying on what looked like a bed covered with black velvet. I tried to move but my arms and legs were bound to the corners of the bed by leather straps.

"Oh she's awake."

"The reveal is always my favourite part."

Those voiced came from the ceiling.

I looked up and saw to my horror, Farah and her family clinging to the ceiling by what looked like sharpened fingernails and toenails; and on their faces I could see huge fangs sticking out of their mouths.

"VAMPIRES!!"

I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, the five hissed and fell upon me with unnatural grace, I closed my eyes expecting to have the flesh torn off my body, only instead I was greeted by the exact opposite, one of them was tickling my right foot.

"Hehehe, hahahah, what theheheh fuuuck are you doing?"

I opened my eyes to see them all laying upon my body, lazily resting their heads on my body like a big pillow, all except Veronica who was giddily tickling my foot with her vampiric talons.

"I told you girls didn't I? Ticklish girls are always much more fun, bet I can make her piss herself!"

"That's enough for now Veronica, our guest is already flustered enough, I think she has the right to know what kind of life she is living before we enjoy her." Regina said as she rested on my body.

"What the fuck is going here?! What are you people!?!"

"Oh sweetheart, isn't it obvious? We're vampires, of a sort."

"No, that's crazy, vampires aren't real!!"

"Then how do you explain what you just saw?"

"You drugged me, made my mind think what you did was more real, you're just using make up and wires or something. I mean you live in Hollywood, if this is how you guys like sex I honestly wouldn't have minded I just wish you told me in advance."

"Devana, please discipline the naughty girl."

I screamed at the sudden, sharp pain as one of the veins on my left foot being opened by what I assumed to be Devana's talon, she proceeded to suckle and slurp it like some kind of animal. I felt the blood seep my wound, I started to feel sick and then my body was overcome with a strange, overwhelming warmth, a very pleasurable warmth, like the exact moment you have an orgasm mixed with the best painkillers in the world.

"Do you like that my sweet, vampire saliva has a strong cocktail of painkillers and aphrodisiacs."

I didn't know if she was telling the truth but I had never felt more turned on in my life!

"Don't worry, Devana's saliva will help that wound close in no time, you won't have to worry about scarring, I know how important good skin is to a girl your age."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to kill me and eat me?"

"Oh certainly not my dear. You see we, or rather my girls are different than the usual vampire. Now its true most vampires survive off the blood of other creatures, but we're a special breed."

It was at this point I noticed all the other women were licking my skin, coating my body with their saliva. Oh it felt so good, better than any oil or lotion I'd tried before now.

"I'm not a vampire, nor have I ever been a mortal such as yourself, no you see I'm what mortals refer as a succubus, a demoness who feeds off pleasure, sex and decadence, a skill I've taught to my girls here."

It was at this point their saliva coated most of my body, now I felt caressing and tickling my body with their teeth, fangs and now normal sized fingernails. The soft contact was tickling like crazy, not unbearable but more like an unbearable itch on the edge of my consciousness; it felt both sooth and electric, arousing and calming, I could barely mouth off the words but I just wanted them to touch me, to pleasure me and make me cum!


Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 01



"Oh sweetie, all you have to do is ask."

And like that my mind absorbed a series of physical sensations that came so quick and so intense I probably would've emptied my bladder were it not for the fact that I was forced to do that earlier.

I was being tickled, as ridiculous as it sounds I felt overwhelmed, as even with the fact that I was in mortal danger being kidnapped, tortured and eventually murdered by vampires, the thought of being molested in this way by sexy older women who are also vampires was like a confluence of various fetishes I've held since I was a child forming into a perfect storm of sexual arousal.

"MORE, MORE, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GAAHAAHAHAD MORE!!"

At my right foot the Southern Belle Veronica was giddy like a school, her nails danced on my sole while tongue danced between my toes, her mouth enveloping and suckling on them, licking in between them and using her teeth to nibble them into submission, she seemed to enjoy playing games with her victim, deliberately giving them enough room to squirm and torment them with her wicked fingernails. Wicked and wild was a very accurate of describing this woman, she was capricious with her actions, she licked, bit and scratch with wild abandon, like she was genuinely enthralled by what she was doing. As her tongue and fingers danced on my right sole it felt like a sexual act unto itself, I think I have to say out of all of the vampires she was the most pleasant.

My toes enjoyed the sensation of being in her mouth, a warm and blissful prison soaking in the pleasure liquid that swam in my captors' saliva. The saliva made every nerve it touched sing with arousal and sensitivity, her tongue started to grow longer and longer like a great snake, weaving itself between my toes and slithering itself back and forth causing a horribly ticklish effect. When she reached my sole she pulled my toes taunt and using her sharp, needle like fangs she dragged them over my sole like plucking the strings of a guitar, quick and precise with almost inhuman speed.

Devana sat at my left sole she was the exact opposite, I'm not sure how much saliva she put on her part but it wasn't very much; what she was doing was as painful as it was ticklish, her fingers scribbled and scratched, alternating the lengths of my sole that each stroke covered, she would slow or fast, teasing or extreme but always to torment my skin. Using one hand to pulls back the foot's skin taunt she attacked the skin and muscle not like a musician as the others did but like some kind of attack dog getting stuck into a piece of meat.

Her fingers were very cruel, pinching toes and parts of my flesh, she pulled my toes taunt with unnatural strength, using her fingernails to rake down my soles like a cat clawing at the curtains and then seeking out special weak points like at the very centre of my foot where the ball met the arch, she attacked them with equal parts precision and viciousness as her nails became tools of torture.

My breasts were being toyed with by Farah and Vanessa, the two lovers never stopped smiling at each other as they played with my upper body. Their fingers danced along my ribs as they played a well-practiced melody together, I think at this point my mind was too overwhelmed by everything else to really take notice; they poked and kneaded and scribbled with childish glee, they lovingly pressed and prodded each one of my ribs like a piano and then their fingers danced their way to my sides and armpits.

Like miniature ice skaters these demonic little fingers skittered across my skin, the light caresses and scratching might seem like nothing, but the nerves coating my sides erupted with lightning bolts of laughter exploding everywhere they traced. My armpits have always been sensitive, but these cruel, lecherous bitches showed them no mercy, their tickling differed from the others as they were trying to do some kind of deep muscle tickling, their fingers making sure to push their nails deeper and rougher into my skin like they were trying to bruise me.

And at my genitals sat Regina, gently tickling my hairless crotch and planting little kisses upon my labia, she barely did anything since it started, now she decided to join in. My clitoris was already erect and moist from all the attention my body received, it ached to be touched, it needed to be loved and Regina was happy to provide. She teasingly opened my labia with her two index fingers, using their nails to tickle her way into my flesh, playing ever so with the flesh surround my vagina, leading up a pair of her index and middle fingers inserting themselves inside me and from there she knew exactly how to touch, what points on my G-spot her wicked fingernails needs to tickle and scratch and massage to bring me closer and closer to the edge.

My clitoris felt the loving embrace of her mouth, she happily engulfed the engorged organ into her mouth, and she immediately began to play with it, using her serpentine tongue to wrap around my clit and then each loop moved of its own accord, like being mummified and having the wrappings grind against you. Her tongue seemed to pump through more of that pleasure giving saliva, not that it was needed, having my clitoris engulfed by these malevolent coils was more than enough as each bump and brush of their texture was bringing closer and closer and closer!!

My gave out right there and then, I must've sprayed Regina in the face with my vaginal juices, they were probably murder me in the most grisly and perverse way possible, but I didn't care at this point, just now felt like every cell in my body had an orgasm, I wasn't losing consciousness but transcending it, it was like the universe itself opened to a new world of beauty and safety where I would never suffer ever again.

And then I woke up, to five smiling faces, thankfully their fangs had been sheaved.

"My, that was quite an impressive, you made an excellent dinner, our last guest wasn't nearly generous with her sexual energy; you must've been quite pent up without any real outlet."

As Regina spoke to me the only thing going through my head was 'please don't eat me, please don't eat me, please don't eat me'.

"Admit it sweetheart, what we did fulfilled every fetish you must have in that adorable little brain of yours."

"Are you going to kill me now?"

"Kill you? Sweetie let me ask you a question, if you could live on only one thing for the rest of your life which would you have? Would you have milk that you can have as much as you want as long as your cow lives or slaughter that cow to live off beef for a day and then go to the trouble of finding a new cow?"

"Oh god no, please don't."

"A slave to the Lesbian Vampire Cougars, don't you just want to touch yourself to the thought of that? I know you have before."

I started crying, this was the end of my life, these women were going to using as cattle and there's nothing I could do stop them. As I cried the women chuckled at my expense, no doubt looking forward to the coming days when they could 'milk their cow'.

(To Be Continued)



Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Her name is Veronica

Last night ended in a blur, I don't know when I passed out or for how long but when I awoke I found myself in the same bed I was last night, but the light shining through the curtains told me it was close to midday. What happened last night can't have happened, this was a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream, I closed my eyes hoping it would eventually go ahead only to be met by an unpleasant sound.

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead, you need to get up now."

Veronica, the redhead from last night, the vampire who in all likelihood had herself a foot fetish and didn't seem to have any qualms about where she put her mouth. She walked around room, opening the curtains and basking in the sunlight, even gussying up her hair in a nearby mirror. It's almost as if she was mocking me somehow, shattering all my preconceptions about Vampires, like she's saying she doesn't have weaknesses.

But she does, they all do, everything has some kind of weakness or blind spots, even predators like her, it's a matter of finding them.

My thoughts distracted me from the current issue though, Veronica sat herself on my bed just next to me, giving me a condescendingly wry look like she was talking to a small child.

"Come on sweetheart, you must be awful sticky after all the fun last night, let auntie Veronica fill you up a bath and make you feel all better."

She took me by the hand and gently guided me from my room outside to the main part of the second floor, I could see the spiral staircase again at the centre of floor as it reached still yet into the top of the building, what I assumed to be some kind of attic. Veronica guided me through to the bathroom, an expectedly expensive looking place, where the faucet, knob and handle was made of solid gold and bedecked with gems of every variety.

Veronica turned on the water for the bath tub and allowed it to fill, she sat me down on the rim and gently took hold of the side of my head, and smiled at me. Even though I knew she saw me as livestock I couldn't helped but really admire how beautiful she was: her warm rust coloured hair, her skin which had no sign of a wrinkle, her apple green eyes ... wait a minute weren't her eyes hazelnut colour last night?

"You like them? They're not contacts either, one of the wonderful things about being a vampire is that it saves you a lot of money on cosmetics." Veronica said as she shook her head, allowing her rust coloured hair to change to a banana coloured blonde.

Vampires can change their form in most stories, transform into animals or mist and who knows what else, changing their facial features must be something very easy to her. As the water in the bath filled to the rim she gently guided me, soon followed by her discarding her green dress and joining me. The tub itself was large and round, definitely meant for two or more people, considering how close they seem I'm sure Veronica's family bathes together as a habit.

She picked up an extra dry, extra bristly loofa, she smiled as she grasped one of my ankles and brought my foot closer to the cleaning implement. "Let's get you cleaned up, I doubt saliva is a good substitute for good old fashioned soap." She said a little too happy with a girlish grin.

And while I'm sure she was doing her best make the process tickle as much as possible, but one nice thing about this was that I got a better look at her body. Veronica's body was quite beautiful: nice lightly tanned skin, nicely formed breasts, and just something about her smile, mischievous like that silly sister who loves to have fun and be silly and just aged into an aunt but never grew out of it.

"Sweetheart you need to take care of yourself better, I mean your skin is naturally soft and that's always good, but you could stand a trip to the parlour once in a while, a pedicure never hurts."

"I've never really considered that stuff to be important, I thought keeping my hair and teeth in good order and shaving body my body hair was enough."

"Oh sweetie, you're a naturally pretty girl, but the fact is when the time comes things like intimacy softer skin means both parties enjoy it more."

"Well I don't think I'll have an opportunity for that now, it's like I can go outside anymore."

"Well no, but I could give you a pedicure, I've done it before in a real spa and everything."

"Were you a pedicurist before you became a vampire?"

"Oh sweetie no, I was just taking a part time job in a little salon on the east side, just like Farah we each do a little stalking to find an adequate girl. It was a fun for a while, giving the clients a tickle here and there, having a chance to get to know people outside the family."

"You said you were there stalking someone, another girl like me?"

"Oh no sweetie, nothing like you, you're a good girl, the girl I lured in was a little rich bitch."

"What happened to her exactly?"

"Well it was easy enough to lure her out, typical little bi-curious bitch looking for a quick lay, she never worked up the courage to ask anyone she knew personally out; so after the third session of taking her crap and pretending to be nice to her, I asked her over for a swing party."

"If you hated this girl so much, why did you pick her out?"

"Not my choice, everyone chooses democratically, we don't get girls like you often you know, stuff like this is only every once in a while; nice food and pleasure in the family is all well and good, but variety is the spice of life."

So they don't need me for food or anything like that, they just need entertainment because they're bored?! How many lives have these women ruined, how many girls have they kidnapped and degraded just like me? And what exactly do they do with them after they get bored?

"So anyway I brought this little brat over here and when she gets here she's instantly asking for it, I mean she goes around criticizing everything from the wine to the paintings; do you know how much it cost us to buy this place?"

How do they afford this place?

"The little shit carried herself so hoity toity that none of us take her attitude, normally we talk our cows into playing our games or we drug them like we did to you, this one stripped her and tied her up after only five minutes of listening to her."

As she spoke her hands upped the tempo of scrubbing my legs, to the point in where it started to hurt a little bit.

"So brought her down to the dungeon we have in the basement, tied her wrists together and hooked them up them to a hook in the ceiling, she wiggled and screamed and tried to kick and bite us all the time; we thought it was cute considering that her feet weren't even touching the ground."

"What did you do then?"

"We decided that kind of behaviour had to be punished, we already had to stomach little cunts like her when we were all mortal and it was incredibly cathartic to be able to take out some frustrations on this little bitch."

Dropping the loofa and forgetting entirely about cleaning my skin, she straddled my waist and brought herself down to my level, embracing me in her arms and balancing herself on my breasts.

"We started with a bit of liquor, we figured if she hated our win so much she needed to acquire the taste, so we started with a bottle of red and we just forced the whole thing down her throat; she was so tipsy afterwards it was really funny like she was seriously about to piss herself or something, we all thought that was so funny we thought we'd make her do it."

"Do what?"

"Piss herself, we all ganged up on her and tickled her, picking any spot we could fin; it was so much fun I remember me and Devana using our nails and teeth and her soft little feet, Farah and Vanessa tickled her upper body biting really hard into her nipples, and Regina was having a real ball fingering her up her butt."

She sounded like she was having real fun recounting this, I gotta admit I'm actually a little jealous of this other girl, I mean I know they're vampires and they're holding me captive but going through that is the kind of fantasy I've had since I was a teenager, just thinking of all those beautiful women touching me like that. What the fuck am I saying, what they did to that girl was awful, even if sounds like the greatest thing ever!

"And when she pissed herself it was all over, she was practically covered in her own urine, we all had a big laugh at her, and she was just crying and crying and mumbling something about 'not wanting to be here'. We all thought it was so much fun we hosed her down and started all over again, the other girls complimented me on the quality of the pedicures I gave her, said it made her extra soft and ticklish. We all laid our hands on every part of her: her breasts, her thighs, her ribs, even teased her clit a little; by the time we were done we went through five, maybe six bottles of cheap booze."

Oh god I'm sure turned on right now, I know this is probably something so suicidally stupid to think but if before I have to get away from this place I hope I can at least experience that first hand.

Veronica started laughing, those were definitely some good memories for her, she shifted her body to lie next to me but still kept her arm around my neck so she could keep my head on her breasts. I liked this, she was so warm, I guess another vampire myth that has disproven, being like this felt so nice like being a baby in a mother's embrace again.

"And then after that the girl was almost catatonic with shame, we all had a good time but Devana said she hadn't learnt her lesson yet; so she cut her down and tied to the rack. And then she uses her fangs to leave little puncture wounds all over body, just deep enough to let some blood out. She invited the rest of us to feed on the girl, like back in the old days, now none of us are that opposed to a little bit of blood now and then, but draining someone whole was something that went against the rules of this house, and Regina wasn't pleased in the slightest."

As I heard these words I was again remained that the woman in this story also cut open my foot and drank my blood, it was then that the true nature of the woman currently cuddling me flooded back to me.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'd never do anything like that to you, we're not bloodsuckers anymore, we wouldn't even hurt a fly unless we needed to, Regina taught us all how to be better people."

There's that name again, Regina wasn't just their leader she was also someone hugely important to these women, someone responsible for their way of life, someone responsible for them using sex instead of blood to live. It isn't something that radically changed them that much if they can still feed off blood and they still have fangs, living the way they do is a choice and one that Regina taught to them and helps them maintain. They look to her for guidance and authority because they can't quite adjust to this new lifestyle themselves yet.

"Anyway, what happened to that girl isn't something you need to be worried about, you're not like her at all, you're a sweet lovely little thing, and I promise you Regina is as fond of you as I am, and Farah and Vanessa are sweet on you too, but you gotta promise me you'll be careful around Devana."

"Is she going to bite me too? Is she going to drain me like she did that girl?!"

"No I'm not saying that, Devana wouldn't do that kind of thing anymore, Regina wouldn't stand for it, and she's been socialized a bit."

"Is she going to hurt me?"

"No, not without Regina's say so."

Say so?

"Just try to behave yourself around her, I mean she won't drink you but she'll be really mean. Sadism turns her on, a lot more than the rest of us, she's the kind of girl who even if all she's allowed to do is tickle you she'll do it to you until it actually hurts."

"Isn't that what most of you do anyway?" I kinda scoffed that out, considering the circumstances I think I should be lucky I'm with Veronica right now.

"I'm not joking, look get me wrong, I mean kidnapping and enslavement aside everyone here really, genuinely likes you, you're a sweet girl and you actually taste pretty nice."

"You call me your cow, you use me for sex whenever you want, you know what rape is? You think being a supernatural entity somehow entitles you to ruin my life? What are you guys planning, are you going to keep me in a kennel when you're bored? Are you going to just get bored and drain me until you die, will you do something sick like leave my body on my family's door step or maybe make a game out of it like leave pieces of me around the city like a demented scavenger hunt."

There was a lot of anger in that rant, I don't regret it for a moment, everything I said was true, I had every right to be angry about being treated like some kind of sex doll. And maybe I was just doing this because Veronica was the nice one and this would probably my only chance to voice this and not get brutally murdered and/or tortured in some horrific way that was as bad as being murdered.

Maybe I should reconsider that, I looked at Veronica to see her face was full of barely contained rage, not enough to bare her fangs. Her eyes and nose displayed the rage of someone who looked like they sincerely wanted to beat me to death, and I don't mean the bitches I had to deal with in high school, I mean an actual murderer.

She grabbed me by the back of my hair and yanked it towards her as hard as she could, which was already bordering on being able to tear the hair, and possible scalp, right off my head.

"I like you, do you understand, I really do, but you gotta learn your place here. I'm not going to go into the grisly details just yet, I'm not going to tell about the girls whose toes and fingers I tore off, I'm not gonna tell you about the girls whose skins I removed with my fingernails, I'm not going to tell you about the secret ingredient in the roast we served you last night. I'm just going to tell you that between the five of us, my family knows enough about the bodies of little girls like you that we can keep alive and conscious while we do things to you so awful that most folks would otherwise die after do it to 'em the first time around."

That, that more than anything that's happened so far has left me legitimately terrified, I don't think I've felt this way since I was five years old and my mom screamed at me for wetting the bed; I was literally frozen in place, my body refused to move and my mind was barely function. Veronica let go of my hair and it seemed just as quickly as her anger she embraced me and nuzzled my cheek like a dear family member.

"You're not just a cow to me, I pushed extra hard to find a girl just like you, because even in a family like this there's still cliques, there's people who love each other more than others."

I guess even in paradise there's still inequality.

"Since I got here I've been envious of the others, even though Regina tells me I'm her favourite sometimes I just want someone to myself, I want a sister all to my own."

She was shedding real tears at this point, her body was actually getting hotter, I don't think she's faking this.

"If you stay good and quiet and show everyone you can see what a good girl you are, and then if I keep pushing Regina will let me bring you on permanently; you could be one of us, you'd be the baby in our beautiful little family, and we'd take care of you and get to be one of us, you'll never die and you'll have to fear being alone.

Her voice seemed to be that kind of mix of desperation and genuine love that made it seem that she really did care about me. I'm not going to lie, there's an appeal to that, the teenage romanticisation of what basically amounts to immortality, superpowers, darkness and brooding and all that shit that appeals to the part of my brain that's thinking that lesbian sex for the rest of eternity is paradise. But I have to remember the reality of the situation, these women have kidnapped, raped and enslaved me, I can't let her selfishness change the fact that I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to remember, pump her for weaknesses, anything I can use, even if it's just something like emotional blackmail or something in their stupid family politics.

"Come on, let's get out of here, at this rate our skin is gonna prune up to the point where you're not gonna feel a thing."

'Feel a thing?'

Veronica dried me off with a towel and then guided out of the bathroom, she was rushing me along like she was making no one would catch up to us, sadly that was not to be, opening the door and making their way to intercept us were the last people I wanted to see: Farah and Vanessa.

Don't get me wrong, I don't really have anything against Vanessa, I don't know her well enough to form an opinion, other than being a partner to my kidnapping and rape. But where she goes Farah usually follows, and Farah I have no qualms about holding a grudge against; this bitch ruined my life, manipulated me with money and sex and a childish crush to fall into this bullshit. I swear even if I don't get out of here, I don't know how but I swear I'll find a way to shove a stake through that cunt's heart.

"And how's my favourite little cow, I did so enjoy your utters sweetie, it's a shame you're not lactating, now that would've certainly made last night more enjoyable."

"Farah be nice, the girl's still adjusting, and besides she's such a sweetie."

"Trying to butter her up? Just remember Emily sweetie tomorrow's our turn to have you, I'm looking forward to give you a good work out, how many orgasms can I give you before you dehydrate."

"Oh don't listen to her love, I promise tomorrow we'll have a lot of fun."

"Why keep her in a towel Veronica? We've all seen her naked, it's not like modesty has ever mattered in this house."

"She's just a mortal, she's catch a chill, I think I'm being awfully considerate making sure you two won't be covered in mucus and saliva." Veronica's voice was a little on edge, even with all Farah's mocking and leering directed at me she still comes off as defensive, either these two really don't like each other, which I'm fine with, or Veronica's plan is public knowledge; realistically she'd probably have to call a house meeting and vote before something as radical as adding another hen to the roost were to happen.

"Regina said she's my cow today that means I can dress her up in a bloody hijab and still be within my rights."

"Fine whatever, just make sure you keep your promise, when we get her I don't want our nails to scrape off dead skin."

"Hey now, I have my pride as a professional you know, her skin's going to be so soft you're going to want to worship them."

"Well we'd do that regardless."

Ok this is both the creepiest, flattering and downright confusing conversation I've ever been in.

Veronica rushed me off back to her room while Vanessa and Farah waving at us from afar.

As we entered Veronica's room and she brusquely pushed me on the bed and when I looked back at her she had a wry smile on her face.

"Take off the towel."

I didn't dare refuse her, I lay on my back naked and waited for my now equally naked mistress; she really was beautiful but in a humble way, her breasts weren't as large as the other girls but even so she had a natural glow about her, she really was quite like an actual mother.

This brief period of admiration was quickly interrupted as the object of my affection leapt upon me and brought me into a cuddly embrace with all the glee of a small child, it would be both adorable and sexy to have this very attractive older woman fawning over me were it not for the current circumstances. She nuzzled my cheek and kissed me, and while I enjoyed this attention I had to find a way to get some info out of her.

"Could you tell me about yourself?"

"Oh sweetheart, you want to know about little old me?"




Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 02



"Well yeah, if I'm going to be part of this family I want to know as much about it as possible."

"Oh now see that's what I meant by a positive attitude!"

"Well what can I say, my favourite subject was always history, and you and your family are an invaluable opportunity to actually meet living history."

I tried to sound as genuinely excited as I could, but now I'm a little worried that calling her living history was a fast way to get skin peeled off.

"Before I met Regina I was in a real mess, little menial jobs like being a pedicurist was all I got from life. I was born in 1870 in Louisiana, my parents were already dirt poor after the civil war, and they couldn't support themselves let alone a child so they gave me up to an orphanage. That place was both incredibly fucked up and the source of a lot of happiness in my life, there were only a few of us orphans there, me along with three other girls and one boy, and then there was Mama Mildred; Mildred was an immigrant from Scotland, still had the very thick accent, and while things weren't always great with her, she took care of us and she loved us."

"It sounds like you had a lot of love for Mildred too."

"In a way, but love's a funny thing like that, it makes you see what you want to see, and when you wise up then it turns into a very powerful kind of hate."

Oh god, is this going to get emotional again? I don't want my skin peeled off because she has a bad memory.

"Times were hard for everyone, and to stay afloat Mildred had to look for money wherever she could, and of course the most profitable industry she found for herself was the one that hurt those around her. I was maybe seven or eight at the time, Mildred introduced me to a new client, she told me to just do whatever he asked, she said what I was doing was for the good of everyone. I lost my virginity that and I cried and cried and cried, Mildred came to comfort me and together we made love, nicely this time."

I'm not going to say I was tearful, I wasn't really even that sad about this. I'm not a monster, not incapable of feeling sympathy for Veronica, it's just that it has to come in spite of everything she's done and everything she plans to do to me.

"In retrospect it seems obvious, but from the perspective of a little girl I believed her bullshit, every time I or one of the others had to take on a client we'd all be comforted by Mildred, she was always tender, always loving, I think I got a lot of my current love of lovemaking from those experiences. We were all a family, not unlike the one I have now, but eventually that falls away too; when I turned sixteen I had to leave, Mildred said it wasn't legal to keep someone my age there, but I always suspected it was because her regular clients wouldn't take kindly to my sort."

"Why didn't she just open a brothel?"

"I don't think she ever had the money for that kind of operation, security and paying off the cops and dealing with rival pimps and madams all costs resources that I don't think she could ever afford. Still I didn't take it well, for all the shit things she did she was still my family, the only family I had in the world and forcing me out of that place was one of the worst things to happen to me. After that I just kinda drifted, I had a whole host of jobs: maid, seamstress, waitress, singer, and of course my old standby prostitution; I'll save you sob story, you're a smart girl so you can imagine none of those were very safe for an illiterate woman living in the south in the 1800s, by the turn of the century I saved my money and made my way up here to California."

"Why California?"

"Why not, it was a new land, new cities and towns sprouting up, that means a woman like me who knew more than her fair share of the ins and outs of brothels would have the smarts to start her own, I had all these fanciful dreams about being the most successful brothel owner on the west coast. That didn't last long, even though the first couple of years were good but it was only a matter of time before people started stepping on me, a local pimp didn't care for the fact that I was operating on his territory so his thugs kidnapped my girls and then beat me half to death."

I stayed silent, I didn't really know how to feel right now, my anger was being progressively replaced with genuine sympathy for her. She's suffered but that doesn't give her the right to make me suffer.

"I thought I was going to die that night in a filthy alley, but then like some kind of guardian angel he came to me; the man who sired me was charismatic man Rufio, he was Italian and that's honestly as much as I know about him, we spent the next thirty years together and he never told me about himself. Over the course of those thirty years we had a lot of fun, travelled from one end of this country to the next, first thing we did was murder that pimp and thugs and then drank all the ungrateful whores who left me to die. For the first ten years we rode the rails all over, one of the first things I wanted was to go back to Louisiana, to see Mildred again one last time."

"What were you planning on doing?"

"What do you think? Being a vampire, especially when you're young, Rufio encouraged me to be as vicious as possible and when you're faster and stronger than most people, you get a kind of high from how easy it is to murder and rape and eat people. When I came to see Mildred I was an angry, I was pissed as all hell, by this point she was completely alone, all the other orphans had left her and all she was this weak, feeble old woman who didn't have long to life. I screamed her with all the rage I could muster, showed her my fangers and threatened her with a violent, painful death unless she admitted all the wrongs she committed against me."

"What did she say?"

"She gave me some bullshit line about how bad the situation was, how hard it was to even find enough food to feed us growing up, how what she did was the only way she could see to keep all of us alive, that I should be blaming the way the world worked for forcing her to do what she did to me. She wasn't afraid of me in the least, I guess having led a full life desensitizes you to the world's horrors."

"Did you let her go?"

"Oh fuck no, I stripped her naked tied her in an upside down spread eagle and sawed her in half right down the middle. Like I said I was especially sadistic when I was young, calmness and thinking things through weren't my strong point. After that I and Rufio made our way back to LA, to Hollywood; we had dreams of hitting it big in the film industry, I had never seen a film before then but what I heard made it seem like some kind of magic; unfortunately it wasn't until some hilarious and then rather violent attempts did we find out vampires don't show up on cameras the same way we don't in mirrors."

The enthusiasm from her face started to melt away, it seems she entering the phase of her life where the euphoria wore off.

"The next twenty years weren't as fun, we settled into a pretty straightforward routine, Rufio decided that even without being film stars California still offered us a lot of opportunities; he talked me up about all kinds of things like restarting my brothel idea run by the two of us or rob some people of their savings and valuables and buy up one of the big studios for ourselves. It amounted to nothing though, Rufio wasn't one to commit to anything long term and without the thrill of adventure or the hunt he just wallowed in blood like a pig, asshole had me supporting us by doing all the hunting and bringing in these little Mexican girls that immigrated here for work. I would've left him a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that I felt indebted to him, and him being older than me also meant he was physically stronger than me; I fell into a depression thinking that my entire unlife was going to be this pointless monotony and seriously considered staying up for a sunrise if this was all there was to it."

It's no different in nature, the male lion rules over the females and has them wait on him hand and foot, I wonder if this family is that much different.

"It was around that time that Regina and her family showed up, I'm still technically the youngest out of all of us, when I met her she already had Farah, Vanessa and Devana with her. Being the idiot I was I didn't really recognize them as vampires, I actually tried to take a bite out of Devana, thinking I had cornered her in a dingy little alley. Probably one of the dumbest ideas I'd ever had, she slammed me right into a wall so hard I thought she fractured my fangs, she held me so tight I thought my arm would turn to splinters. When the rest of the family showed up I thought I was as good as dead, I mean Rufio didn't teach me shit about being a vampire, probably making sure I wouldn't ever be stronger than him, so when they came for me I thought it was to drain me, I mean a vampire has at least much if not more blood in their bodies than a human and Rufio had mentioned that does happen."

"But they were there to help you."

"Yes, Regina said she knew my problems, she said that she wanted me to join her, that none of her girls had been sired by her, that they were a family of women who genuinely loved each other, vampires who fled abusive sires like mine and banded together to live a life of freedom, to just be happy and love each other, basically like if Mormons actually had compelling reasons for converting. They promised me a place in their family in exchange for nothing except love and loyalty, I told them they had me at lesbian and said that I only had one condition, that they'd help me get rid of Rufio."

"Wait so Regina and the others just approached you just like that? Why did they choose you? What about all the other vampire women in LA? And for that matter why only and why no men?"

"At the time I honestly didn't care about any of that shit, even if they weren't the heroes I was expecting to rescue me from the monotony of my existence I would've still followed them if only because I'd finally have something interesting to do. Don't get me wrong, Rufio was a petty tyrant who controlled everything about my life forced me to be sex slave and servant, but he wasn't that bad, he never actually abused physically or threatened to kill me or anything bad like that, he just manipulated and took advantage of my good nature. So no, despite what you were expecting we didn't kill him, we ambushed him at his place, stripped him naked and hogtied him to a telephone poll."

"What did you do, did you torture him?"

"Oh absolutely, but not the way you're probably thinking of, no he was fucking terrified that we'd tear him to shreds or just leave him out for the sun, I was expecting that too but Regina and the others surprised me. Instead of hurting him they treated him the way a lot of men pay top dollar at the place I used to run, they teased him and tickled him and they really got into it, they even invited me and having known Rufio so well I knew which body parts were the most sensitive. It was really bizarre to see them 'feeding' the way they did, they were into it in the same way I'd get frisky when I tasted human blood; Rufio was just scared out of his fucking mind, he didn't know if they were planning of killing him or torturing him, leaving him out for the sun or stabbing him every time something felt nice. It came to a head quite literally when Rufio developed a massive erection from the girls all playing with him, they set him up on his back while Regina used her foot to play with him, she massaged him with her foot and tickled his balls with her toes and when he came he had a look of absolute terror on his face like he was going to die; I didn't understand at the time but what they were doing was feeding, they fed on him to the point when he was really scared they'd kill him, Regina had the others untie him and told him that I belonged to them now and if he didn't like that he could kiss sunlight."

"I don't understand, how does all that all work? How can you kill someone draining them of pleasure?"

"I'll explain that to you in a little while sweetie, but first let me finish my story. So of course he agreed, immediately afterwards he changed into a bat and flew away as fast as his little wings could carry him; it was pretty funny at the time, only to realize that the sun was about to come out in a few minutes, I begged them to hurry and find shelter but they just said it would be fine, I freaked out right there and even though I didn't know how to grow wings or turn into an animal I was ready to run as quickly as I could, but Regina caught me and told me to hold still. She unfurled a huge pair of wings behind her back and they formed a dome around us; I saw when the sun rose that neither Regina nor any of other others were burning, I was terrified of burning too but the light never penetrated the skin of Regina's wings, she told me this was the power of her family and I could have it too, I just needed to drink her blood and then I could do anything I wanted. And that's where the story ends."

"So Regina was telling the truth that night, you're not really a vampire anymore, does that mean you can't drink blood."

"Oh sweetie I think you got that all wrong, I have Regina's blood in me and that means I can do things that most other vampires; Regina's not a creature of this mortal plane like you or me, being a vampire is like a gateway there but having the actual blood of someone like Regina brings you so much closer. She wasn't kidding when she said that being with her meant you could do anything, I don't need blood to live and I can walk in the sunlight; if you become part of this family you can join us, you can do anything your imagination lets you, we can show you real magic."

Her eyes showed a wild intensity that if it weren't for the fact that I was talking to some kind of super vampire I would say she was crazy, I'm not entirely uncertain at this point that she might be in a genuine cult.

"But to answer your question, yes I am still vampire, Regina can't change that, I am fundamentally a vampire but I've become so much more thanks to her, more than any vampire could've ever been capable of."

"And you're going to share this gift with me?"

"Oh absolutely, you'll be a vampire just like the rest of us, and I'm going to be the one to turn you, I'll be your sire and you'll be my very own little baby girl."

I don't want to be your baby girl, I wish you told me whether or not stabbing you through the heart would still kill you, I want you to die so badly and I wish I could weaponize these thoughts and wish you dead. You're not my mother, I have a mother.

"Anyway enough with that, I promised the other girls I'll get you all pretty and I meant it."

Faster than I could respond Veronica swept the towel out from under me and in an entangling of limbs forced my naked body to splay out before her. She scrutinized my body like I was some kind of animal she was planning on purchasing.

"We're going to have to do something about your groin, the girls don't like the cows to have any hair on their bodies, also your feet need a pedicure."

"What is it with you and feet, it seems like enjoyed them last night, and why always with the tickling?"

"Oh sweetie, it's not just the feet, you're whole body is adorable, and one of the many things of Regina's that's rubbed off on us is that every sex act, fetish and body is beautiful and delicious, every piece of you deserves to be tasted and tickled and worshipped and loved."

Wow, I guess when Regina called herself a succubus she wasn't kidding. I'm not going to deny the idea of these women putting their mouths, without their fangs, all over every part of my body is the kind of thing that would normally excite me, now my mind and body are in direct conflict with my mind fearing literally cannibalization and my loins wanting my every fantasy and fetish fulfilled. I noticed that Veronica had ducked behind her bed and was now lifting something very heavy she had hidden under her bed. Despite the size and weight of the item Veronica very easily hefted onto the bed: a large set of wooden stocks, because of course vampires would have their own torture devices and keep them in their bed rooms, with two fur inline holes wide enough to house my ankles, with two wooden carving of the faces of goblins leering and sticking their tongues out by the sides.

"The tickling is also part of Regina's philosophy, you remember what she told you about milk and beef and the trouble of replacing a cow? Well that's how it works with her too, but even the way Regina does it can still kill you; just like you have a limited amount of blood you have a limited amount of spiritual energy, giving you pleasure whether it's tickling or screaming orgasm is the same as opening a wound from where Regina and her kind and drink that energy, although it can differ depending on technique and intensity and how long it lasts."

"If that's true, what's to stop all of you from draining each other?"

"Oh sweetie, you need to willingly drain someone once the wound is open, whether it's with your fangs or with your soul, the only difference is that spiritual energy doesn't just bleed out the same way blood does. We could literally screw each other till exhaustion and never lose any energy, you on the other hand would still die the all-natural way if you ever played on our level."

Veronica opened up the stocks and placed my ankles into the stocks, I daren't resist for fear of violence or possibly getting tickled into unconsciousness. Behind the bed she again produced a bottle of lotion in one hand and a large pumice stone in the other.

"Now if I'm judging your skin right you've never had a pedicure before, have you? Still soft and sensitive though, I'm gonna chalk that up to laziness considering you have almost no muscle mass and you're a little chubby."

"As long as all you're thinking about is fucking me as opposed to eating me, I'll let that chubby comment slide." I grinned as wide as I could to try and put a harmless spin on what I intended to be a joke.

"Oh sweetie, you're trying to put your best face on the situation, but promise you will never, ever speak this way to Farah or Devana, they're strict and they'll punish you."

"Punish me how?"

"Well, let's say they'll punish you a lot worse than I'm gonna do now." She said as she used the pumice to make a quickly tickle of my foot.

"Wait, I thought you were going to do something about my pubic hair first?!" I really didn't want to be tickled again, I did enjoy but I was always a pussy even when friends and family did it just to play with me; what Veronica and the others did went past those boundaries.

"Oh sweetie, believe what I'm going to do to your crotch is going to be so unpleasant you're going to be happy you're unconscious. Besides as your future mama I gotta make sure you're properly educated about how to behave around your betters."

With that Veronica began a thorough and vicious skinning of my soles. Still wet and pliable from the time I spent in the bath, with her free hand she pulled my toes back until my sole was taunt and immediately scrubbed with the wrath of a demonic pedicurist. As you can probably tell by this point this is the reason I don't get pedicures.

Veronica attacked with sadistic glee and diligence as she ensured every trace of dead skin was removed from my feet. Starting from the heel of the foot, rubbing the pumice in a circular motion around that section of foot not only removed the offending skin but also created the sensation of the vortex of ticklishness consumed my heel; as the many-holed horror swirled away the skin it moved up to my sole where she sheared me with the rigid thoroughness of a sheep shearer as she crossed the border between the heel and the rest of the foot. The wicked stone worked its way up to my arch where she took great care to switch a horizontal scrubbing that covered the wide and varied landscape of my foot, from arch to side she scrubbed with a sixth sense she must've used to find an especially unbearable spots at the centre of my sole and the border between arch and ball.




Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 02



The torture continued at the ball, the most ticklish part of my foot, as the scrubbing again reduced again to the shearing point so every rounded curve could be stripped clean of excess skin; I laughed and screamed more so than normal as every millimetre of the ball was probably the second most ticklish spot on my foot became the pumice's playground. And then once she was done there she began on the most ticklish spots on my foot, from the small amount of flesh that surrounded each toe, to the toes themselves, each one was treated with special care and love and the desire to tickle as much as possible in the process of cleaning them; grasping each digit and pulling away from their kin, each part of the toes was thoroughly scrubbed over, under, side to side and on each side, from the smallest to biggest every surface, every nook and cranny, every millimetre of every crease along each toe was scrubbed into superhuman smoothness.

By the time she had finished with that foot I had been reduced to a giggling, frazzle-haired mess with tears streaming from my eyes and a smile so big you'd think I was auditioning as kind of clown. Veronica took a good deal of pride with what she had done with my foot, being sure to plant little kisses on each of the toes she had tortured. I was about to get up and say something, but only rose just in time to see Veronica clean off the pumice start all over again on the other foot.

This other time I think she was intentionally rouge with me as I felt so overwhelmed by her cruel pumice I actually fainted, I didn't know tickling could actually do that to a person. I don't how long I was out, but when I came to I saw that not was Veronica all done with my feet but had managed to remove the hair from my crotch and armpits, I don't know how she did it but the skin still had a slight burning sensation.

"You don't want to touch that sweetie, I know it's itchy but believe me you don't want to deal with the rash."

Veronica walked into view in order to release me for the goblin stocks, when she opened the wretched things I found both my feet were completely smooth and borderline skinless; when she opened the stocks I immediately recoiled into a ball, my hands clutching the soles of my feet in a vain attempt to shield them from more of Veronica's loving intentions.

"Time to get up sweetie pie, you and I have a dinner to attend." She said as she gently rubbed my side to warm me up.

"Do you expect me to go there naked? If I keep walking around like this I'm going to catch a cold, I wouldn't be much for to play with if I nose kept leaking snot now would I?"

"Well no you wouldn't." And with that she dumped a dress on me, a light shade of tan that looked better on a bedsheet or a shower curtain. "Now hurry up and get that on, we gotta do your make up too."

Quickly rushing to get the dress on to find some form of warmth, it only occurred to me then that Veronica didn't provide me with either a bra or a pair of panties. I was quickly rushed in front of Veronica's vanity mirror to have my face pelted with white powder followed by an expert application of make up to my eyes, mouth and forehead. By the time she finished fussing over me I saw her creation.

"A geisha? Seriously a geisha? You do realize I'm Chinese not Japanese right."

"Oh sweetie I know, but you can't tell me it doesn't look good on you, and besides the other girls voted on it."

"Why didn't they ask for a kimono to complete the set?"

"We didn't have a kimono."

"What are they going to ask next? Just me naked wearing a pair of cat ears or bunny ears?"

"Well I don't know about that? Maybe a cotton tail stuck to a vibrator, it might be cute shoved up your butt."

"Why stop there? Aren't nylons supposed to be more ticklish?"

"Oh now how did you know that you little pervert?"

"How about we play a game where I dress up as Regina for a day and everyone has to do what I say."

"Haha, that's actually a good idea, I think Regina would actually go for that one, I think she's looking forward to when it's her turn to lick your feet."

The more we talked the more it got dark, Veronica rushed the both of us out of her room and down towards the dining room, as we entered I was greeted by a collective 'aaaawwww' as the sight of my make up, I guess they really wanted to see it, does this mean I'll be teased and tickle like some kind of pet? There we were greeted by the rest of the family and Veronica and I sat across from Vanessa and Farah. At this point I wasn't too thrilled to see Farah, the vicious bitch who lured me here, already getting lovey dovey with Vanessa, I tried not to show my anger; meanwhile Devana and Regina seemed to look at me with genuine fascination, I didn't know if that was a good sign or bad.

"That make up suits you sweetie, a refined concubine to the wealthy and privileged. It just makes me want to ravish you, make you cry and ruin all that lovely make up on your face."

"You two go gentle on the child, Veronica worked to get her ready for us, I don't want to see her all used up. Be gentle with her, she is delicate." This was the first time I had heard Regina's voice since the night of the big orgy; it was strange hearing her in this setting, it was predatory or vicious, there was a strange gentleness and motherliness to it, like all my anxiety and fear washed away when I heard its sound.

Devana still stared at me like a predatory wolf, I think the clothing was arousing her a bit more than the rest; either planning on ripping them off or planning on having her way with the skin underneath.

Veronica meanwhile looked at with what seemed to be genuine kindness and motherly concern, as fucked up as it sounds given the context. Like Regina there was a real comfort there, I wouldn't go as far to call it family and I certainly wouldn't call it tenderness but there was a real reciprocal longing for each other. At least until I realized that she was busy strapping my wrists and ankles in metal manacles that had been built into the chair.

"VERONICA WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!" Was this it? Were they tired of me? Were they going to drain my virgin blood and play some sick game until they drained me of my life force?

"Sweetie it's just for your own safety, you see some girls in the past just went crazy and took their steak knives and try to attack us or commit suicide. We all agreed that until you acclimatize to your environment we need to take safety measures; don't worry you'll still get to eat your meal, I'll just feed it to you."

The tomato soup set in front of me smelled appetizing, but having Veronica literally spoon feeding me wasn't the most attractive option, at least she wasn't saying 'aaahhhh' like I was some kind of baby. It went well for the first couple of spoonfuls but I almost choked when an irresistible tickling sensation of a pedicured toenail ran across the sole of my foot.

"My, that is a smooth pedicure, Veronica you've done quite well preparing little Emily for us tomorrow." Farah said with excitable glee.

Farah and Vanessa, two at the same time; Veronica was gentle and nurturing, how am I supposed to deal with two of them, especially since gentle and nurturing are the last things on their minds. This train of thought was rudely interrupted by Farah's toes now making their way up towards my unprotected genitals; these monstrous little digits were so cold they felt like ice made flesh, I almost screamed when they touched me.

"Oh and so clean and smooth, you really outdid yourself Veronica; I can't wait to dine on this little delicacy. But she's awfully dry, Veronica didn't you indulge in her, make her cum a few times? This was your day to do what you pleased with the girl."

The irresistible tickling moved deeper and deeper into my privates, passing into the inner part of my labia as the toes tickled every bit of nerve laden flesh they came across. They came to a stop when the big toe pressed against my clitoris and the second and third pressed against my urethra and vagina. Instead of penetrating they just lay there and rubbed against my genitals, these horrible, teasing little monsters just rubbing against me in a circular manner, the combination of friction and chilling cold drove me crazy and made my pray that they'd let me cum.

"Oh such a lewd young girl we have her, her mind controlled by her cute little love bud, I bet you anything if I made her cum now she'd be begging me to take her in as her new mommy. Do you want to make a bet Veronica? That she loves me more? After all she followed me here like a wide eyed little puppy."

"She's not yours, she's mine! And she's not gonna cum unless I allow it!!"

With that Veronica wrapped her fingers around my ribcage goosed the sides which caused me to erupt into hysterics. With what little of my coherent mind remained I think Veronica was trying block any potential orgasm by filling my nerves with unbridled ticklish energy. My ribs were probably the second most ticklish part on my body after my feet, my toes curled and my fingernails dug into the wood of the chair keeping me captive; I laughed and laughed and laughed so hard that Veronica's wickedly hyperactive fingers kneading and squeezing me overcame the subtle pleasures of Farah's toes, so much so that bladder ended up emptying on them.

Farah was less than pleased, the jovial blue eyes turned ice cold as her foot slowly recoiled, not sure if she was going to wipe that on the carpet or ruin a perfectly good shoe in the process. I would be a little proud of myself for being to grasp that extraordinarily petty bit of revenge but then to believe that I would've had to lose my mind.

"Such a naughty little doggie, we'll have to teach you to knock off such disgraceful behaviour, you've got a long way to go before you can be our cow again."

"You say that like it's some kind of threat, you were using your foot to play with my genitals what did you seriously expect to happen? Also what do you have against dogs anyway? Have you ever seen a real life cow, they shit and piss wherever they want." I don't know what prompted that, especially with Veronica's repeated warning about being seen and not heard, but it felt unbelievably good to let it out. And lo and behold I was greeted not with violence or anger but with actual mirthful laughter, even Devana and Regina were laughing.

"Oh sweet child, you have no idea after almost a century how good it feels to have youthful energy back inside this house. If ever there were more evidence that we all needed a new daughter in our lives; Veronica I couldn't think of a better match for you." Regina practically beamed with happiness.

I looked back at Veronica and the look on her face was a one of incredible joy, like she was the little girl whose mom just gave her permission to buy a puppy, only times a million. Maybe the concept of motherhood was a bit beyond me at this stage in my life, once I grew into an adult I realized I never wanted children, but Veronica released this incredible softness and warmth from her body that felt more genuine and beautiful than I had ever felt with any member of my family.

The dinner party retired soon after, I went to have a shower and joined Veronica for the night, we slept in the same bed and I didn't mind honestly; Veronica seemed especially beautiful to me right now, whether this some kind of vampire hypnotism or not didn't matter to me, I was embraced a kind, loving woman whose warmth absorbed me, her large breasts helped too. As I lay in her embrace I rested my head upon her neck and let chin lock me into a loving position.

"What did Regina mean when she said that I was a match for you?"

"Well I think she meant personality wise, I'm usually the joker of the group you know, I'm the old softie, I think it's because I'm the littlest sister they usually treat me like a baby."

"But why can't be like the rest of them, why I can't be your sister instead of you daughter?"

"Well sweetie, Regina would if she could but she's not a vampire, she has no ability to turn you into one of us; it had to fall to one of us and I wanted this duty, not because I didn't want to be the baby anymore but because I wanted someone I could love and who'd love me back."

"But I thought you were family, don't they love you?"

"Of course they do, but even in family some are more beloved than others; still doesn't change the fact that we're the closest family you'll probably ever meet in your life."

"That doesn't mean they'll love me, I don't believe for a second they'll treat me any differently; I'll just end up as this family's Cinderella."

"Take it from someone was a real life Cinderella, that won't happen, I won't let and Regina won't let it."

"The two of you can't be everywhere at once, what if I'm alone with Farah or Devana, I mean Farah already looks down on me and the way you keep talking about Devana it's like she's a serial killer from a horror movie, and not one of those nice tame Hollywood movies, the really freaky Japanese and European shit."

"They'll learn to love you, it's just been so long since we had a new girl so they're not used to you yet."

"What were they like when you first joined?"

"I won't lie, they weren't exactly welcoming to me either but they grew to love me. At first it was purely physical and under Regina's guidance but over time we bonded and got to know each other. Regina loves us and wants the family to grow, she doesn't want you to be hurt you, and she wants you to be with us."

"It sounds like Regina's the only thing holding this family together."

"Don't you say that, you don't know us yet; I promise that tomorrow Farah and Vanessa will show you what kind of people they are. Everyone in this house has a heart full of love and they'll share it with you too."

A house full of love, but their love is something they still reserve for themselves.

(To Be Continued)



Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 03



Vanessa and Farah (plaything of the lovebirds)

Oh god what is that? I feel so weird, but in a good way, am I being attacked?

My eyes open with a start as the horrible sensation closes in on me, it's coming from groin, oh god it feels like some kind of monster was causing the most horrible pain imaginable. I look down towards the source to see a huge moving, pulsing lump beneath the blankets. I pull it back expecting to see Veronica trying to drain me, only to find she was just eating me out in the sexual manner.

"Top of the morning to you buttercup!"

I should get used to this by now, oral sex is as certain in this house as sunlight in Singapore.

"Could you please not do that now, it really hurts after everything so far. I'm not a machine, I can't be sucked and tickled and licked and bitten and rubbed and whatever else you want to do to me without getting sore and swollen after a certain point."

"Oh sweetie, just you wait until I turn you, you're endurance will go up so fast you'll be able to have orgies for days at a time before passing out."

"Well while that does sound appealing, you have to remember for that I'm fragile."

"Well get used to it sweetie, a kiss on your clit is the same as a kiss good morning in this house, Regina and most of the girls did to me the first few days I joined them, they'll want to do it to you too."

"Oh joy." Not really sure myself if that was sarcastic or enthusiastic, but you know what they say about chocolate and vomiting and also wishes coming true; my mind is so exhausted at this point I'm honestly not making a joke.

Veronica didn't really give me time to think it through, she quickly embraced me tightly, her breasts mashing against mine, her body intertwined with mine, her breath against my neck.

"Mm, mentioning chocolate gives me an idea, how about for dinner tonight we cover you in melted chocolate and lick it off."

"How's that different from any other night?"

"Well you'll taste better for a start."

"Are you saying I taste bad?"

"Not bad, just bland. Maybe we could eat sushi off you instead and drink wine off you crotch."

Five beautiful women, licking and sucking every inch of my body; it's enough to set my heart aflutter if it weren't for everything being terrifying and the fact that they might actually eat me.

"But hey, you know it doesn't have to be your clit, I can suck you where you want: nipples? Toes? Fingers? Anywhere you want."

"Well I've gotta say, my feet were always an erogenous zone for me, my toes always feel tingly during an orgasm and I'm pretty sure it works in reverse. So when you gave me that pedicure, I actually really enjoyed it a lot."

"Oh sweetie why didn't you just say something earlier, from now on consider me your personal fetishist, I'll worship or torture you however much you want sweetfeet."

Her puns were silly by the kindness and love was genuine, she lay down next to my feet and took my right foot in her hands and began massaging it. It felt so good to be with her, she knew every muscle, every spot and just how hard or soft to be. It's not the first time someone in this house touched me this way, but it was the first time they've been so gentle, I didn't want to leave now, I wanted to stay in this cloudy, warm little world.

"As much as I'd like to, we have to get you ready for Vanessa and Farah." She said as she quickly made for her wardrobe.

"Yesterday you said that Farah and Vanessa were both sweet on me, did you really mean that or did you say that just to make sure I wasn't afraid. I mean I don't think Farah seems to like me very much, or likes me in a way that would mean eating me."

"Oh sweetie, don't you worry, Farah can be a little bitchy now and then, but she's really quite a lovely woman, she just runs hot and cold sometimes. Don't let her scare if she gives you that 'I wanna eat you' vibe, more likely she just wants to torture you. But you know in the I think you're hot and I really love you and you're my family, but you gotten be broken in. You know that kinda way."

"That's not very reassuring, you remember what I just said earlier about me being more fragile than you!!"

"Don't worry buttercup, Farah knows her boundaries, she and Vanessa are the oldest in this house after Regina and if she ever crosses that line Vanessa will reign her in; Vanessa's always been her better half."

"So you're basically saying if I'm ever alone with Farah I'm screwed."

"Not if you get to know her first, she treated me like shit for a little while but eventually she got to know me."

"Yeah but you were already vampire when you met her, what's she going to do to me when she gets pissed off?!"

"She won't do anything to you, Regina laid down the law pretty clearly: no one's allowed to do anything to you that'll draw blood or break bones or even leave a bruise."

"And they'll keep their word?"

"Regina is our mama, she's the most important person in our lives, we obey her because we love her and we'd never go back on our word."

She said that with an awful lot of seriousness, I guess she takes this family thing really seriously. I mean I love my mom but I would never take her that seriously. But I guess after what both her and Farah told me this family isn't just for convenience for them, it's deeper and more intense than; I realize now that I don't really have any kind of relationship in my life to compare this to.

Veronica came back out of her wardrobe carrying with her the same dress I wore last night.

"Now one thing you gotta remember about Vanessa and Farah is that their kinda old fashioned, they expect to curtsy and call them 'auntie', and make sure to keep your head down and speak in a soft voice. And don't be afraid to be manipulative, pretend you're little girl hiding behind Vanessa's skirt, she's a sucker for little kids and pathetic types like that." Veronica prattled on and on as she helped me into the dress, for someone who said they'd never disobey Regina she seems to worry a lot.

"What do you know about Vanessa and Farah anyway? Where did they come from? Have they always been together?"

"Sweetie we don't go talking about each other behind each other's backs, if you want to know that kind of thing you should ask them to their face. I will say this, that if I'm ever away and you can't get a hold of Regina, always go to Vanessa; she was the only other one in the house who wanted you in the family aside from Regina and I, she's probably the best motherly-type I've met other than Regina, I'm not saying she's a saint or that she's never cruel, she and Farah have done worse things than me over the years. But she will look out for you, that's one thing you can be sure of as long as you live in this house.

After she zipped me up she rushed me over to her make up table again.

"Now let's get you all made up, they're old fashion and they like their girls dressed like a doll."

"Again with the geisha make up?"

"They like girls with pale skin."

As Veronica powdered my face my mind drifted a bit, what the hell was I gonna do when I open their door? I don't want to deal with this shit, I don't want to be near Farah at all, even if she is still insanely hot, she's just as likely to bite off pieces of me as she is to pleasure them. Why can't I just stay here, or why can't I maybe see Regina instead, she seemed nice enough; but honestly if I could I'd stay here with Veronica, she's so kind and loving, even if it's in a weird, hyper-sexualized way I think I can think of her as being my mother. As fucked up as it sounds, being in her warm embrace felt so good, so right and so safe I never wanted to leave; I can't wait to get all this nonsense over with just so I can get back to this room and be with her. 

"Alright baby bird, you're primed and proper ready to present yourself to the rest of the flock."

With my makeup done Veronica guided me to her door, she kept her arm around me and as she pointed out Farah and Vanessa's door to me. She gave me one final kiss and hug and promising a big party afterwards. It better be a big ass party, with lots of ice cream so I can either get fat or vomit onto everyone else's pretty dresses.

She closed the door behind me, and as I got ready to knock my body froze; a sudden horrifying realization was dawning on me: what was I just thinking, what was I just saying? I seriously considered calling Veronica mother, I seriously wanted to just go and cuddle up with Regina, I seriously wanted to just curl up in Veronica's bed and stay with her.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!'

This is it, this is brainwashing, slowly but surely they're altering how my mind works, making me think this is love, making me forget about the outside world. Veronica isn't my mother, Regina isn't my mother, these people aren't my family; these women are sick, disgusting monsters playing a sick disgusting game, kidnapping, raping, torturing and enslaving me; my name is Emily Hsu, my mother's name is Suzanna Hsu, I'm not their pet I'm their victim.

I have to keep my mind clear, play along with their game and keep trying to find some way out of this house of horrors. Wait a minute, Farah has her own car, she probably keeps them in her room, if I could at least find where you usually keeps them I could steal them and use her car to get out of here. Even if I don't know how to drive it doesn't matter, all I need to do is get the attention of a cop.

The hardest part of all of this though is getting through today, how am I going to stand being Farah's plaything, that cunt's the whole reason I'm here; she played me, she knew from the beginning how to seduce me, she planned this all from the beginning. I know well enough not to try and do something incredibly stupid like stab her in the heart, she's bigger, faster and stronger than me and Vanessa's with her, I do something like that and Regina's protection won't mean a thing and I'm tomorrow night's roast. I just have to endure their bullshit and remember where they keep their keys, I've to keep playing the good girl and remember who I am.

And as I finished my thoughts almost on queue I found myself face-to-face with a very confused looking Vanessa.

"Oh why hello sweetie, you know if you were waiting for the door to open one usually just knocks first."

I was again frozen, this time with intense fear; Farah said she wasn't reading my mind when we first met, but could she? Could they actually read my mind, did Vanessa hear everything I just thought, is she going to turn me in to the others or if she was going murder me right now. It's been at least ten seconds and she hasn't done anything, I guess that means she can't read my mind, quickly gotta do something or she'll be suspicious!

"Oh why thank you auntie Vanessa, I'm sorry but my mind was all befuddled by thinking of the best way to introduce myself!!" I said with as cute a curtsy and as saccharine a voice as I could muster, I just remembered I had that make up still on so they must've been expecting me to play some kind of submissive, bubbly Asian girl. Fine then, today I'm gonna kawaii the shit out of them.

"Oh sweetie, you don't have to do anything special for us, just be yourself; please come in."

Vanessa spoke with a heavy accent, I'm guess Spanish or Italian, was never good at identifying accents. I curtsied for good measure and followed Vanessa back into her room.

Vanessa and Farah's room was like entering a time warp, everything from the wall paper to They must both be at least three or four hundred years old easy, in the corner of the room there was even a period accurate harpsicord, I had only seen designs like that at museums, is this what Veronica meant when she said they were old fashioned? I wonder if they were ever fans of the Marquis de Sade or most likely inspired him.

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Vanessa slapping her lap, indicating she wanted me to sit on her lap like a little girl; better to keep up the role. I skipped over to her swishing my skirt all the way and fell backwards into her lap giggling like a little girl.

"My you're a lot heavier than you look."

Just smile, just keep smiling and keep looking cute and smile.

"Why are you doing this? This isn't you, this giddy little child."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Putting on this act, do you think we want you like this? Some air headed little doll? No, we want the real you, we want to know the girl who's going to be our niece in a few days."

The real me? The real me is screaming to get of this place, the real me and wants everyone in this house to die violently; I hate you and I especially hate Farah.

"I think I know what's going on with you."

"You do?!" Oh shit

"You're afraid of Farah aren't you?"

Well she's not wrong.

"Don't worry dear, I understand completely, I know my sweet Farah enough to know that she can be quite imposing and intimidating, maybe even a bully sometimes. Just because I love her doesn't mean I'm blind to that kind of behaviour, if you're afraid of her you just stay close to me, I'll make sure she doesn't get too rough; and don't let her scare you, even if she doesn't act like it you're our baby, you're Veronica's little girl and that makes you our family and that means we love you unconditionally!"

Families can be abusive, and just on queue Farah entered the room wearing a red and black suit and being weighed down by what must've been a dozen shopping bags all coiled around her arms.

"Honey, I'm home!"

I just wanted to disappear, I just wanted to be invisible, I didn't want Farah to be anywhere near me right now, the thought of her touching me made me ill and the idea that she was going to have her way with me more so.

"And what do we have her? Veronica's little puppy come to visit her wicked aunties."

"Farah we talked about this, she's not a dog and she's not a cow, she's our sweet little baby girl Emily."

"Still doesn't change why she's here, she's here to get to know her aunties and that means she's in for a full day of fun and frivolity and fornication. Now strip out of that dress so we can get a good look at your body."

Vanessa prodded me to get up, as she stood behind me and unzipped my back I slinked out of the dress and stood before Farah as she scrutinized me, having Vanessa standing behind me offered little comfort.

"Your breasts are a bit saggy, that's disappointing I was hoping for a girl with perky breasts."

"Farah please! Don't listen to her sweetie, your breasts lovely just the way they are." Vanessa said she planted little kisses on my neck, I counted each one in case her fangs were planning on puncturing me.

Farah's scrutiny didn't let up, her eyes transfixed on me, her hand cradling her chin and index finger rubbing her lips while her eyes inspected me. Maybe it was the aggressive arch of her eyebrows or the aggressive slant of her eyes, she was aggressive and intimidating in general, she was making me incredibly uncomfortable and I started to fidget. Realizing whatever she was wondering Farah walked towards me and took hold of my chin while looking me directly in the eye.

"Hold still, if I damage you Veronica scream at me to no end."

Her fingers approached my head, bent upwards so her nails won't pierce my eyes, they got closer and closer until finally her finger tips pressed against my eyes and then lifted my contact lenses right off my eyeballs. Now I could barely see anything, Farah appeared to me as a blurry, blobby version of herself.

"There, those nasty little things were obscuring your pretty little eyes."

She flicked the pair of lenses on the ground and out of her pocket she produced a pair of glasses, my pair of glasses. She handed them to me and I placed them back on my face.

"There, girls with glasses look more adorable than a girl with contacts. Besides until Veronica actually does the deed you're still just a puppy as far as I'm concerned, that means you need a leash."

She's right, I'm legally blind without those, if I go ahead with my plan without my glasses I'll end up crashes into a tree before I get anywhere near the closest cop.

"Now don't pout, today is when you spend time with your number one aunties, and I'll be damned if Devana's going to beat me to Emily's favourite auntie status." She says while making some overly dramatic hand gestures you'd see in a cheesy anime.

What the fuck?

"On the bed, a certain little lady is going to get a very special treat today."

Before I could protest Vanessa scooped me up in her arms, cradling me like a baby, or alternatively like a bride cradled by her lover. She spun around and around and around, making a hyper enthusiastic hooting like she was trying to impress a baby, she spun us towards their bed and the both us down on the bed, giving my belly a raspberry for good measure.

"BZZZZZZT."

"NOHOHHAHAHAHA STOP!!"

"I agree, at least wait until after I've prepared her, even the best meat needs to be marinated before the meal is ready."

Vanessa wrapped herself around me, her arms around my arms and her legs and around right leg and then nuzzling me my cheek with her own. Farah made her way towards my body, slinking around like a cat, slipping her shoes off and placing herself on the bed with her head right between my legs.

"Now if my memory is correct I said that I'd make that make up run; I said I'd dine on your sweet womanhood of yours. And yet you don't seem to be too enthusiastic about that."

I tried very hard to avoid looking angry, but any words I could try to use to retort died in my throat.

"I think I understand, here in the presence of your idol you've got butterflies in your stomach."

"I was right, you have cold feet done you. We'll need to warm you up otherwise your poor body won't enjoy our attentions."

"I'm genuinely offended, I thought for the last few months I was constantly on your mind, I was the secret crush of an insecure 22 year old bi-curious little Asian girl."

I felt the blood rushing to the surface of face, all those immature thoughts and fantasies I had about Farah, back when the idea of just her making skin contact with me would seriously make me want to touch myself. Now as ashamed as I am to admit it, now that I actually am in this situation I still feel that way, the idea of Farah touching me like this was just so enthralling that I have to mentally kick myself to stop salivating.

As Farah sprawled herself between my legs and pressed her nose against my labia made me gasp, and soon she followed it up by blowing a spine-tinglingly cold breath against my clitoris.

"Admit it, you've dreamed of this the moment you saw me, you spent every night for the last couple of months making silent prayers that I would notice you, that I would touch you. Don't feel ashamed sweetie, boys and girls of all ages have worshipped me for centuries, I have been the queen of more fantasies than all the little potential brothers and sisters you beat to your mama's egg."

"And so humble too."

A little more anger was about to rise were it not for Farah planting an extremely pleasant kiss upon my labia.

"When I offered you money a couple of nights ago it was a waste, you would've happily followed me anywhere and done anything just to get to this point. Was it worth it my love? For the chance to be the meal of your goddess? I bet even after everything you still think of me, I bet when I threatened you secretly wants my family to torture and rape you, you fantasized about being my whore and playing out some trashy fantasy life with me as your pimp."

The anger was becoming impossible to contain, I gritted my teeth and no matter how hard I tried to keep it in my fists were starting to shake. The only thing soothing me, surprisingly, was Vanessa blowing gentle shhses into my ear like trying to calm an upset child.




Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 03



"You wanted this little girl, don't ever say otherwise, just like every other stupid little dull-witted, insipid, insecure little cow we've picked up over the years."

"Farah, we talked about this, please don't be rude! She's sensitive enough as is."

"And all for this, all just so you could have this moment together, so your clitoris could know how it feels to be inside my mouth."

"You will apologize to our niece immediately! You will not call her a whore, even indirectly and you will no longer belittle her. How do you expect her to become part of our family if you keep treating her like rat droppings?"

"I do not treat her like rat droppings, I treat her like a dog, which is what she deserves."

"She deserves no such thing, she has been a little angel since the moment she arrived in this house; Veronica said so. Now you are going to treat her like the lovely little girl she is or I'll take her into Veronica's room and I'll stay there the two of them and you won't be invited."

"Ugh, why do you always have to be that way?"

"Why do you have to be this way!?!" I screamed at Farah, after having so much of her bullshit I couldn't help myself, that and the fact that Vanessa was standing up for me was also a plus.

"You're right, I did say I want to be the best auntie, so I'm going to prove it right now: sweet Emily I want you to remember today as the amazing day you've spent in this house."

I had no idea what was her problem, did she suffer from bi-polar disorder or schizophrenia or something? Why does she think it's alright to treat me like shit one minute and then pretend to fawn over me the next like she's spontaneously switching between two separate personalities!

Farah began kissing my genitals again in a more amorous fashion, she was having an effect as my ticklish labia responded to her pecking and my clitoris emerged for Farah who I'm sure would again scrutinize it as she did the rest of my body.

"Such a little cutie this one, so petite and shy, maybe she deserves a little pick me up."

Without warning Farah clasped her lips around my clitoris and blew a sadistically large raspberry upon my sensitive flesh. It felt like every nerve on that area had been given a mild electric shock, and the faux-farting noise that came out of Farah's mouth only made the bewildering situation enraging on top of everything else.

"What, it's just a little hot air, don't be so precious; if I wanted to do something mean I would've done it directly into your vagina. Women die of aneurisms because of that."

"How kind of you not to kill me."

"You keep acting like a baby I'll treat you like a baby, besides don't act like you don't enjoy it."

"I uh, I ... Yes that actually was a bit of a turn on." Why the hell did I say that, my cheeks are burning red as is? Is my libido actually taking over my mind? I mean even if that was freaky it was honestly weirdly pleasant and exciting. Oh god am I seriously getting turned on by someone babying my clitoris, and then it kinda hurts but in a good way? I need to see a psychiatrist after I'm done, I think I maybe have developed a dozen new fetishes and complexes in less than a minute.

"Aww, look how fast she grows up, little baby Emily wants to have big girl fun." Farah said in a mocking, babyish tone. "Make sure her eyes are open and always face mine."

As Farah began to make love to my genitals Vanessa followed her orders and used her hands to steady my head and her fingers to keep my eyes open. With no other choice I gazed into Farah's eyes, now changed to a hypnotic, glowing blue; starring into them was like starring into sapphires, and I'm not usually the type of girl that goes into flowery prose.

As Farah started to really get into me, I couldn't help but moan and gasp and all the while Vanessa whispered into my ear 'she's good, don't resist, just enjoy her, she's very good, this is the love of our family'. As I looked at Farah's face I couldn't help but feel aroused, that just the fact that it was her doing it to me made this feel even more wonderful, that just the last couple days of horror and molestation didn't wipe away all the months' worth of romantic and lustful feelings I had for her, how pathetic a person can I possibly be. As I feel all my anger and rage and anxiety being washed away by the physical pleasures Farah is forcing on me, all I have left now is shame for wanting to be loved by her.

Farah made love to me differently than Veronica, even though I was still sore I could feel new way that Farah did; Veronica was enthusiastic and wild but Farah was more controlled and precise, while no less enthusiastic. She played with my body in multiple ways, with my clitoris she used her tongue to stimulate me, unlike the serpentine tongue of Regina Farah kept hers flat and human, and used it with almost inhuman flexibility. Her tongue lapped and poked at me at first to get my attention, Farah sucked on it to further pull it out of the clitoral hood and then her tongue laid itself flat on my clit and her tongue muscles actually made ripples and waves like the surface of water.

I don't how she did it but she was able to speed up, wiggling her tongue around while the surface changed from waves almost to spikes and then moved so fast that it felt like it was close to vibrating. She would alternate between this deliriously wonderful vibrating tongue and sucking on clit and running her front teeth against the top and bottom. Her fingers remained busy using one hand to keep my labia spread open and the other was used to finger my vagina; using her index and middle fingers I could feel her pushing deeply enough to just touch my hymen and pull back, spreading the walls as she went and dragging her manicured nails along the walls. It was a weird mix of tickling, scratching, rubbing and pressing, it was invasive and yet it felt so good for my vaginal walls to be played with, to be touched, more so than what I was ever to do on my own, it's like Farah knew every nerve and how to play with them.

In my fantasies I dreamed of Farah being the greatest lover in the world, I dreamed she would fulfil every single one of the fantasies I cradled since my adolescents and even then I didn't expect her to be this good!

I exhaled a deep breath and moaned out garbled sounds with no meaning, as Farah forced me to cum I felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on me, whether this was magic or just exhaustion I couldn't tell. Farah crawled up and lay down on a spot next to my left side and joined her lover in embracing me, sandwiching my body between them, between their beautiful, bountiful breasts; I need to stop that, breasts are as bountiful here as running water, I need to keep my head in the game.

"Told you I'd make that make up run." Farah declared triumphantly as tears and sweat drops made their way down my face. "Tell me sweetie, did you enjoy that? Lovemaking is one of my many talents, more so than the other girls who are all brute force. Your hormones were right to be attracted to me, I bet you can't even imagine what else tongue and fingers and toes can do to you."

I know she was teasing me, I know that she and Vanessa are just using sex to feed off me, but all the anger and all the outrage I held could no longer be summoned, I was too exhausted mentally and emotionally, frustrated and overwhelmed by the warmth of their twin embrace.

"Oh don't worry sweetie, we promised Veronica that you're our family now, not food, we wouldn't drink your blood or your essence without your permission."

"Some people have fetishes centred on such things."

"Why did you do this?"

It just blurted out, more out of shame than anger, more to at least find out if there was any meaning behind any of this or if this was truly just random accident and hormones colliding together.

"You mean why did I show your pussy nirvana?"

"No, I mean why did you choose me, why of all the girls in this city did you choose me, why did you choose my life to ruin?!"

They both quiet for a moment, I don't think they expected that, maybe they thought I'd just be their little sex bunny the moment they made me cum. I wasn't in the mood, I was already too filled with insecurities and self-loathing to care.

"Because there was a vote, because Regina and Veronica wanted it; I love my family and I would do anything for them; Regina was new blood, Veronica wanted a companion, and I was just in the mood for Asian."

"Farah, please!"

"Oh alright, if you want to know why you specifically it's because you were convenient, all I needed was to observe you to see you had everything my sister wanted in a 'daughter'. Sweet-hearted, honest, good natured, timid, typical immature woman-child who we'd snack on back in the old days, but no now Veronica needs her little puppy to make her life more fulfilling."

"You have so much contempt for me, why did you choose me, why even go through with all this?"

"I did what I did for my family, but if you must know you are right I don't like you, I don't like the idea of you being here and I don't like that you've given this amazing privilege for no reason."

"Farah dear heart, please she's just a child."

"The fact that a girl of 22 can still be considered a child in this day and age is just more evidence of why growing our family the old fashioned way is just needlessly harder."

"What the hell is your problem with me? You're one who brought me here! Why couldn't you just try and find someone you actually liked if having me here is so awful!"

"Oh believe me, if I had my way you wouldn't be here right now, you'd be locked in a cage downstairs where we keep the whores we actually like!"

"Farah love, maybe you should just calm down and actually tell Emily why you're so upset."

Even though her voice was soft, Vanessa held me closer and closer to her breast, her arms were gentle yet strong and even though I couldn't see them, I saw how Farah reacted looking her and for a moment I saw fear. Her posture slumped and her face turned from angry to sour, she still didn't like me but she was watching her tone.

"Veronica explained her story to you I assume? You know what her life was like before she joined us?"

I nodded and started to understand where this anger was coming from.

"Do you have any idea what kind of women join our families? Women who were abused, women were stuck in relationships with pitiful or abusive sires. Regina is extremely frugal with how many people she lets into our circle, maybe one new girl every century or so; having that spot wasted on an infant like you doesn't just hurt the women we could've saved, it hurts the family by adding dead weight. The women we brought in on top of being vampires led actual lives, they're interesting and intelligent and magnificent lovers, you can't claim to be anything close to them."

"That's not true, Emily's a bright young girl, with time she'll bring a lot to our group!"

"Oh again with this?"

"Yes again, because this is the first time she'll hear this!!"

Vanessa pulled my body tightly into her embrace like she was afraid I'd try to slip out and run away, she wasn't wrong. I've swallowed as much as I'm able of 

"That's what Regina wanted, she wanted a mortal to join us, because we've all be alive too long, we've reached the point where all we have of our mortal life is just memories. Nowadays none of us truly knows what it's like to be a child, or a teenager, or really to be alive in this world. Veronica's the youngest and she stopped being human more than a century ago. We don't have anyone from this time period, we're all a bunch of ridiculous old hens who don't know how to use a computer."

"That's not true, Veronica knows enough to watch porn on the internet."

"And shares it with the rest of us, the girls are cute and you actually learn more about sex from a few minutes with a vid site or search engine or forum than we have in our lifetimes, it really quite amazing how many fetishes exist out there."

"Also most porn actresses are quite cute."

"I just wish they wouldn't mutilate their bodies with surgery, everyone's beautiful."

None that matters.

"None of that will matter now, if you keep me and turn me it'll only be a matter of time before I forget the same as you, and if you don't you'll be keeping me as a slave the rest of my life; it's hard to connect with the human experience when you're chained up in someone's basement."

"It's not about that, it's about making sure our family has healthy amount of diversity in it. And that is as much about making sure Regina is happy, for all the time she's lived with us she has never really gotten to know any mortals; all of us were vampires when we first met her, but you're the first mortal she's ever met that we haven't used just for sex and food, she's very much an alien to our world and wants to know everything there is to know and fill her life up with people who have led as diverse a life as possible."

"I haven't even led a life yet, if you 'adopt' me and turn into one of you then your life is all I'll know."

"But even then, you'll still offer us something new and exciting, raising a prodigy from inception is something none of us have ever done."

"Now all you're doing is regurgitating Veronica's spiel." Farah said with a healthy amount of contempt.

"Yes, it was Veronica's idea and it was a good one!" Vanessa snapped back defensively.

"Her bizarre baby obsession you mean, it just happened to sway Regina as well."

"What Veronica actually said was that she wanted to sire her own prodigy, something none of us have ever done, something Regina has never done. I'm not going to lie, none of us have been good women and none of us have ever experienced what it means to have or raise a child. Even if it was originally just Veronica's wish it can become a beautiful thing, maybe even a tradition."

"Oh come off it will you sweetie, Veronica wanted this because she was an insecure coward, and she's not ready for a real adult relationship because she was terrified that she'd end up the submissive again. This has less to do with raising a child than it has to do creating her own ideal woman, she's so insecure she has to control her romantic relationships and dress it up in something adorably insulating like 'raising a child'."

Even if Farah's being a bitch I can believe her, Veronica may be sweet and kind but even when she says how much she loves me it's obvious to see she stinks of desperation. What's wrong with me, I'm feeling sympathy for them again; I have to focus, weaknesses and leverage, anything I can use to get out of here.

"Why is that so bad? Vampires have been doing it for far longer than anyone in this house has been alive."

"So what, this is how the family grows? Does this mean we'll do again if Devana wants one or Emily, assuming she's alive enough to have the right to ask for such a thing."

"Sure, why not."

"And all the women out there, women like us who were trapped in shitty relationships against their will the same way we were? Taking in this stupid little whore means someone like us has to suffer for her sake! This whole thing is stupid and disgusting."

Farah's outburst had me terrified for a moment, but new hope welled up in me as I saw both vampires move to opposite ends of the room, angry and pouting and refusing to look at each other; I even heard Farah muttering something about 'shitty little town' and 'delusions about happy endings'. I was conflicted at this point, on the one hand if they stayed angry at each other and I just stick with Vanessa and Veronica it would be easy sailing and I could just ride out this storm without being screamed at and enjoy relatively tender sex. On the other hand if I let this rage burn out of control that could bite me in the ass, on multiple levels, if Farah and Devana get pissed enough they could seriously lobby Regina to get rid of me in favour of another vampire; I can't let that happen, I can't risk losing what little of a safe haven I have in this house when the only thing standing between me and death is someone else's word.

"Why don't you guys tell me more about yourselves, I'm sure you guys have interesting stories to tell?"

I tried very desperately to hide my anxiety, a big goofy, cutesy smile, trying incredibly desperately to control my breathing even though it's not working in the slightest. I'm only glad that I still have this stupid make up on otherwise I'm face would be red like a beetroot from the obvious embarrassment and fear.

Farah unsurprisingly wasn't buying it, she approached me with an incredulous look on her face, her eyebrow crooked quizzically.

"Why the hell would you want to know that?" She said in a very low, very scrutinizing voice.

My mind started processing, thinking of any excuse before I realized I was just grasping straws. I thought for certain she'd slap me or do something even worse if not for the sudden impact of very large breasts engulfing the back of my head.

"She wants to know because she wants to be part of our family, can't you see that? She just wants your love, our love; you keep saying she's dead weight and she won't contribute anything to family, but here you see her wanting to better herself and wanting to know us better and be part of our family."

That spiel was so soppy and manipulative that I wish I had thought of it, although it sounds much more convincing coming out of Vanessa. Farah approached the bed, still with a scrutinizing look on her face approached us and took her seat at my right side again.

"I still want an answer."

"Uh, well Vanessa summed it up pretty well, I want to learn as much as I possibly can about you guys. I've always loved learning about history, and you guys are living history." Yeah that line doesn't get any less corny or offensive the more I say it.

"Did Veronica fall for that one too?"

"Hush now, can't you see she's being genuine, besides isn't this your chance to show off? I remember you had a whole plan set out for the day, part of your 'best auntie ever' routine."

"Huh, that's right, I did didn't I? I even prepared you a puppet show and everything."

"Puppet show?" I asked a little frightened about what kind of 'puppets' she meant.

"Yes, this kind of puppetry!" Farah said as she goosed my side.

"The hehehell kind of puppetry is that?"

"One for the modern audience, we know how obsessed you children are with your 'video games' and your 'smartphones', always so distracted you can't watch a movie without constantly checking them." Farah went on, making exaggerated impersonations of technology that I'm not sure she's ever actually used.

"We figured that's just telling you the story wouldn't be enough, a girl like you should be able to experience it firsthand!" Vanessa said giddily as she gooses my other side.

"When we saw this story will make you laugh and cry we mean that literally." Farah says as her fingernails dance around my belly.

"You feel the titillation the way we felt it." Vanessa exclaimed as she tickled the underside of my breasts.

"You'll feel a lover's embrace as only two lovers can provide." Farah whispered into my ear followed by the feeling of tongue taking a quick tour of the side of my neck.

"And together we'll all feel the ecstasy of pure joy!!" And together both of them snuck their way beneath my arms and tickled my armpits.

They both settled for the moment, both of them had quiet and loving looks on their faces, even though they were looking at me I knew it was really through me. I know Farah will probably make me suffer for ruining this loving moment, but some questions need to be asked.

"Umm."

"Sweetie grownups are having their private moment." Farah said annoyedly

"Well it just seemed like you left something out just now."

"Left out dearest?" Vanessa asked curiously.




Enslaved by Lesbian Vampire Cougars Ch. 03



"How will you simulate pain or fear or other horrible things?"

"Well I was thinking maybe plucking out your pubic hairs. But since Veronica beat me to it there's really no point."

"No sweetie, you're a sweet, sensitive young woman and we know you'll treat our story with respect. Because if you don't we'll spank you until your bottom feels like it was swarmed by vicious wasps."

The fact that the threat came out of sweet, smiling Vanessa made it more humorous and frightening.

"Now sweetheart, did you know that we were originally music teachers?"

"Yes that's how we first developed our love of tickling, the nerves under your skin aren't that different from the cords of a guitar or the keys on a piano. Did you ever wonder how we were able to tickle your ribs so expertly?"

I had thought it but honestly it sounded a little cliché.

"I think we're getting a bit ahead of ourselves my sweet Lady."

"Why yes my darling Contessa, we should. I won't bore you with the details, suffice to say, as cliché as this might sound, Vanessa and I come from, not royalty but very close to it. I was a noblewoman whose family owned a manor on the outskirts of Marseille and Vanessa came from a wealthy noble family that owned lands around Tuscany. By the time we reached our teens Vanessa came to live with us, some ridiculous political issues came up and Vanessa moved into my family home, we being distant cousins and far from the dangers of Tuscany made us a safe haven."

"My life before Farah was one of little consequence, my parents were often distant or doting on their sons rather than pay any real attention to me. I lived alone in a world of my own with no real emotional bonds to anyone, when I sent to Farah's I didn't even mind because it was just another something happening on another day."

"My days were much the same, my parents never put much faith in my competence, and although like Vanessa I was schooled in music and art and all those lovely things that men chose to limit women to, I also had a knack for learning more practical things like finance and governance and many of the things considered 'man's work'."

"Something my beloved was most kind to school me in."

"Uh pretty sure most women learnt that back then, wasn't taking care of the home expected women as mothers and daughters in most traditional cultures?" For this interruption I was rewarded with a sharp pinch on my butt.

"You have to understand sweetie, in our families we weren't first born or first daughters, we were further down the line, something like 8th or 9th to inherit anything. The best our families saw in us were to be wed off to a suitor of considerable means to produce children who may inherit his fortune fates willing."

"Our childhoods weren't always so drab, as I'm sure you'll be no doubt surprised we were both quite the teases when we were younger."

"I was the tease, you were always the sadist, and then when we started living together you turned me into one just like you. I swear the first night I stayed she tied me up and tickled my feet for hours on end."

"You weren't complaining afterwards."

"You were lucky I had the same habits, though I was never as sadistic as you, until you showed me how fun it was."

"It was horribly boring without each other, by the time I became old enough to realize what I had was a fetish, I passed time by stealing ropes from the manor's stables and tied up some of my maids; fearing any kind of reprisal or punishment from my parents I didn't even need an excuse, I just trapped them in my room and played with their feet, then eventually I graduated to ribs, then thighs, then armpits, then breasts, and finally their genitals. And all that just in one day too." Farah took special care to mark each of my body parts on her list using her toes and fingers to prod each one.

"I was never so adventurous, rather I was always playing the temptress, with both friends and potential suitors. I would always tell them I wanted to play games, I always loved fairy tales even now, my favourite was always the story of the Rusalka; I lured my friends and suitors with kisses and promises that if they helped me find the fairy princess I'd reward them, it always turned out I was the Rusalka princess and tickled them to death." Vanessa gleefully goosed my ribs as she reached that last titbit.

"When Vanessa finally did come to my house I was seventeen and she was sixteen, and while this sounds incredibly silly and Disneyesque, it was love at first sight, real love not just lust though I won't lie in saying the first thing I wanted to do when I saw her suck on her toes."

"And I was like cream in her hands, melting and begging to licked and swallowed and spread all over her body."

"All this talk about tickling and toe sucking and no one's going to treat me to some." This wasn't me trying to be nice, this was me being stupidly horny and getting turned on.

"We'll get you later sweetie, believe me you'll get what's coming to you." Farah said in mildly creepy, slightly more than normal molester type way.

"Until then, you must feel titillation and joy." Vanessa whispered as she spidered her fingernails up and down my neck, my skin experienced a pleasurable chill everywhere she wandered, my hairs stood on end and a weird mix of nervousness and excitement overcame me.

"Our life together continued more or less the same as before, for the first month or so we stayed in my room where I kept Vanessa as my willing love slave."

"We explored every nook and cranny of each other, several times." Vanessa says as her nails traverse the crease between my breasts and my stomach.

"By the time we reached our twenties things in our family stabilized, as full adults we finally enjoyed real independence from our families, as by then they had enjoyed success to the point where they were too busy to pay much attention to us and were more than happy to have our unmarriable selves managing our little meagre farmlands and doing our part to generate revenue."

"We enjoyed it, we enjoyed the quiet, we enjoyed being our own bosses, and we enjoyed not having to sneak around kidnapping servants. Now we could do it in the open and make big events out of it."

"But eventually we were bored, there just no excitement or danger. So to bring some spice to lives we entered into the world of governesship, we invited the local gentry and smaller noble families to send us their virgin daughters so we could turn them into proper little women."

"It brought a new world of excitement and opportunity to our doorstep, lovely young girls came to our door and stayed in our home, and we were able to become de facto school mistresses."

"Over the course of we didn't have many, which was for the best, we had maybe two or three at one time, over the decades we had altogether a dozen girls come to visit us. Honestly I prefer the later girls, when we were in our 20s we played with them like little girls played with dolls, as we got older we refined ourselves and our techniques; also playing with their minds and using their insecurities about their sexuality was endlessly amusing."

Listening to these two was like reading about the fantasies of sexual predators and serial killers.

"I remember one of our first girls, her name was Madeline, a soft spoken little redhead, her parents threatened to send her to a nunnery if she didn't hurry up and make herself wife material."

"Such a nervous little thing, quite a lot like you Emily, I could tell right away she feared life in a convent even more than being stuck in an unhappy marriage. We offered her lessons, Farah taught her the harpsicord and dance and I taught her art and literature. It didn't take long to corner her, we often stayed together in one room with our pupils, as she played her scales rather badly Farah and I made our move to took her right then and there."

Vanessa and Farah loomed over me with playfully sadistic smiles, their hands sinisterly flexing their claw like fingers, and though their fingernails didn't sharpen into razor sharp claws, pretty sure they can do that, their normal looking manicured nails looked like they were planning to have a dance party on my skin.

"She was such a nervous little thing, we started off small with little kisses on her neck and teased her with whispers of what she fantasized." Farah explains as she planted aggressive kisses along her side of my neck.

"We began to undress her and her breasts were our first target, together we fell upon her like wild lionesses and ravaged her virginal bosom." Vanessa espoused melodramatically as she and Farah's hands fell upon my breasts, cupping them and using their thumbs to teasingly circle my areolas.

"And from there we moved downwards, releasing her from the confines of her dress and slipping it down to her feet; we worked our way down towards the delta of her thighs." Farah whispered in a very husky, very sexy voice as hers and Vanessa's hands spidered their way down my belly and down towards my pubic region where together they danced in circles.

"And from there we teased her and teased her, whispering naughty things into her ear, the kind good little girls should never hear." And together their index fingers travelled down my clitoral hood and gently stroked the edges of my labia's lips.

"And then we gave her the first pleasure of her loins that wasn't brought about by her own hands, and just like you she screamed!" And on cue Farah and Vanessa's hands down underneath my genitals and tickled me in a region so sensitive I actually did scream.

"WHAHAHAHAHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!"

"It's your perineum sweetie, that delightful little strip of flesh between your anus and your vagina; don't tell me in all the time you've played with yourself you've never touched this darling little nerve bundle?" Vanessa cooed like she found her new favourite toy.

"NOHOHOHOHOHHO!!" I screeched as I bounced around like a giggly fish, though I dare not close my thighs lest I provoke something more aggressive.

"Well this is simply too darkling to not play with, next time I put my mouth on your private parts I'm making sure that you'll be giggling just like our girls." Farah was enjoying this discovery a bit too much, although honestly I think I could get into it, tickling and cunnilingus go pretty well together I find.

Both of them slowly stopped their tantalizing sensory puppetry, their fingers slowing into a gentle massage until they both returned to their original positions flanking me. I was at this point both thrilled and terrified of another sexual assault; their peculiar form of sensual puppetry had won me over as a convert.

"Our dear little Madeline was beside herself with shame, France may be France but back in those days not every young maiden enjoyed the idea of such intimate relationships with her authority figures." Even though Vanessa was using a diplomatic tone it doesn't change that lesbian or not, girls in general don't enjoy sexual assault.

"But she was smart enough to realize what position she was in, her family was too small and insignificant to challenge ours, so going back to her family and crying about her pain was something that wouldn't help her and wouldn't exactly benefit her family either. We told her in no uncertain terms that if she rocked the boat she'd get pushed overboard, so the best thing for everyone was to keep quiet and continue her lessons just like her family expected her to."

"I don't suppose you actually taught her the lessons you claimed you would." I know it was bordering on sarcastic and thus bordering on an invitation to be smacked, but these girls did get at least that much right?

"Well of course, for all our mischief we still did our job as teachers, besides imagine how suspicious do you think it would look if they came back home knowing nothing?"

"As we grew older it actually became easier to coerce girls into staying tight lipped and even accept our games in the form of chores, punishments and tests. It turns out raising a child strictly makes them susceptible to being to taken advantage of by mother figures with little resistance or willpower to say no; I quite enjoyed being a pseudo-mama, ordering these little babies down to the dungeon, their insecurities made them so much fun to be cruel to."

As I heard more of their tales I found myself being less comfortable and less safe with these women, even before they were vampires they were sexual predators. Veronica was cruel and violent but only after life had treated her like crap, these women had everything and could get away with their romantic relationship that most people wouldn't and yet still chose to go out of their way to torture, bully and molest innocent people.

"Our life however wasn't always so humdrum, when we reached our thirties we became victims of our own vanity, for the first time we started to care about what other people said about us behind our backs, we cared about the rumours of us being old maids, about never entertaining suitors."

"We had everything we could ever want, and what's more we had each other, wrinkles and empty wombs be damned. But even with all that we still made ourselves the slaves of idle gossip, the ecstasy of love making can only cloud your senses for so long or so well, and the cries of our pupils started to bore us."

"That's when two of the most important people in our lives would show up. By our mid-30s a finely dressed young man appeared at our door, blonde and youthful almost to the point we thought him a girl in drag; he introduced himself as Tristan and even though he made no mention of a family or wealth that make him suitable for women of our station, he had an irresistible charm to him."

"He was only a pretty face at first, I certainly didn't think much of him despite Vanessa's falling for his Catamite looks. So we did to him what often did to suitors in our childhood, we played Rusalka, took him down to our dungeons, placed his ankles in our stocks and spent the whole night tickling him to death."

"Or rather we tried to, beyond our expectations the boy had almost superhuman levels of endurance; we tickled him far past the point where most of our girls would normally have fainted, we brought him to our bed to take turns on him. He wasn't big, but for some then unknown reason he felt so good inside us, we soon became addicted in that one night, or rather nights and days; engaging with him empowered us as well, against the wishes of our flesh we made love to our new guest almost until we actually died."

"So what was he then? Was this guy another vampire like you guys?" Was this how they met Regina? Was Regina actually some kind of hermaphrodite? I'm really hoping that when I do meet she won't try to penetrate me like oh so many Japanese hentai images.

"I know what you're thinking dear, and no that wasn't Regina, but rather something much more complicated."

"Yes, still being mere mortals at the time we were enraptured with Tristan, after we recovered from our initial tryst we invited him to stay in our humble abode. We asked him about how he came to be such an amazing young man, how and where he gained his boundless energy. The only answer he was willing to give us was that if we wanted to know the secret we should ask his mother; honestly I thought he was joking at first, I seriously thought he was joking or trying to protect the source of some secret drug, I would've had cast in irons and tortured in our dungeon for real if Vanessa hadn't agreed without me."

"You were always so quick to use intimidation to get your way, what was the harm in just doing what he asked. Well it eventually turned out to be a very bad idea, but at the time how could we know?"

"Tristan claimed his mother a wise and powerful mystic, saying she could create concoctions so potent that the very forces of nature would bend to them, the force nature in question being human eagerness for carnal pleasures well beyond the norm for both men and women. At first I didn't buy the immediate implication that Tristan's mother could be a witch, I had thought her no different than any other travelling flim-flam artist who preyed on isolated peasant villages and gained the overconfidence to think she could seduce two ignorant, idle rich women out of their money; in which I welcomed the idea of her visiting if only because I was developing a craving to use the manor's collection of torture devices that we didn't dare use on our girls."

"But when we actually did meet Tristan's mother we found that our silly fears of witchcraft weren't farfetched at all. She called herself Venus and if you could see her you'd think she was making a joke, she was like the hag from every fairy tale brought to life: a hunchbacked crone, small and diminutive, skin browned by how shrivelled and leathery it had become it was literal leather. In spite of all this the woman wasn't nearly as decrepit as she looked, she had the energy of a woman younger than even us, her movements showed no evidence of any disease or disability that would afflict the body of a woman her age."

"We asked them about themselves and how she and Tristan possessed such amazing feats of physical endurance that seemed superhuman to us. They deliberately refused to tell us anything about their personal history or how Tristan could be her son when she was so aged, but she claimed like Tristan that she had the ability to create potions and lotions and oils that could transform humans into beings of pure pleasure with hypersensitive bodies to receive sensory feelings beyond what the mortal body could offer."

"She offered to join us, together with her son she'd live with us and we'd not only enjoy their company but they showed us new levels of pleasure. They gave us as promised lotions and potions for both ourselves and our victims, we tried them on ourselves and made love, it was like the nerves of clitorises expanded to cover every corner of our bodies. After that night we put Tristan and his mother up in our finest guest room, they dined with us and together we spent much of our time with them learning about what else they had to offer."

"Isn't that going a bit far for someone selling sex lotion?"

"Understand sweetie, we had well over a decade living very isolated lives, polite society didn't want anything to do with us and we felt much the same. Tristan and his mother were the first people we had met who shared our lust for life, and our rather predatory view of other people."

"They lived much like we live now, living only for their own hedonism, loving and taking what you wanted, making the world your playground."

Something not so romantic for other people in your way.

"They told us about wonderful things, about how they were travellers searching for eternal pleasure, they believed that they could find the Garden of Eden here on earth. Not the literal Eden mind you, she was merely using that as allegory, what Venus meant was that she was looking for likeminded people to make such a wonderful place a reality. We were of course enthralled by her words, we knew of course what cults and the like were but we didn't care, they offered us a sense of family and communal warmth like no one we'd met before."

"Our love making sessions grew to include our two new family members, even at her age Venus always demanded to be let in and like her son had the energy and passion of a most virile lover. It was a tantalizing experience for us to be overwhelmed and outnumbered by our lovers, they never tired and enjoyed every part of our bodies: breasts, genitals, hands and feet. They tied us into position, like back-to-back so they could easily take both of us at once or they would simply double-team us one at a time; they were insatiable creatures, tongues and fingers stimulating us with precision and thoroughness in equal measure."