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The Adventures of Evie Ch. 01

By: darclight24



Chapter 1: The Changing of Evie. Albertville, New Jersey, 1840.

Lightning flashes across the midnight sky, lighting up a ghostly white wooden church. As darkness settles thunder rolls overhead, drowning out the church bell clanging in the wind. Another flash and the figure of a girl can be seen at the entrance of the church, hurrying to unlock the door and get out of the wind and rain. She is dressed in a black cloak, hooded cloak, her features are hidden but as the door opens she looks back into the storm to reveal the frightened face of a pretty girl in her late teenaged years, a damp lock of straight blonde hair can be seen from under her hood. The lightning flashes again and she is gone.

Evie Clemence knew she should not be inside the church at night, especially during a thunder storm, but she had not known where else to go. Her father was the minister: a tall, powerful man, with a square jaw and a dour expression who had the complete respect of his community and maintained a sense of fervent godliness while preaching on a Sunday. However Evie knew a different and dangerous side to him. She had fled the house tonight because her father, in a drunken rage, had attacked her young brother. It had happened before of course, beatings where a regular part of family life for Evie, but something told her that it was worse this time. 

They had both been asleep when he had burst in, and pretended to still be asleep as he had skulked around the room, reeking of whisky. Pretending to be asleep had not worked, it never did. He had grabbed Evie's brother from his bed and started shouting and whipping the poor boy with his leather belt. Evie had tried to stop him, leaping onto her father's back at one point, but he had just shaken her off and kept beating the child over and over. Evie had run from the room to shout for help from her fat, stupid mother, but the woman had just stared at her helplessly with her cow-like eyes. The sound of the leather belt whipping could still be heard from the other room, but now the boy did not cry out in pain. Evie could bare it no longer; she had grabbed the Church key from the hook on the wall and fled from the house, the whipping sound still echoing in her head. Her mother had shouted after her, but as she left the house she had heard her father's voice,

"Let the bitch go" he had said, and Evie disappeared into the night.

Evie walked hurriedly down the aisle of the church, pulling her hood down to reveal her wet blonde hair. The lightning flashed, illuminating the stained glass windows which colourfully depicted saintly martyrdom in its various forms. Falling to her knees in front of the alter she desperately tried to pray, but the words would not come to her. Thunder rumbled overhead and rain lashed against the windows. Evie was exhausted but she knew she could not sleep, she stared up at the crucifix and it stared back at her, but for once she could find no comfort in those wooden eyes.

A gust of cold wind filled the church, blowing Evie's hair across her face. The wind chilled her to her soul; she shivered and looked behind her. In the darkness she could see that the door had blown open, and the storm was raging in. She quickly hurried back down the aisle and locked the door, before returning to sit on one of the pews. It was dark and cold in the church, Evie shivered slightly as she sat and her mind began to wonder. She thought of the events that had led to her coming here, how she could probably never return home, and she thought of her poor brother and whether he was still alive. She began to cry, terrified of what was to become of her. Her tears felt hot against her cold cheeks, and as she allowed her emotions to overtake her she finally found some comfort in her sorrow and despair. 

Just then, in the depths of self pity, Evie thought she heard something behind her. She froze.

"Hello Evie" said a voice.

Evie gave a frightened yelp and turned quickly. 

"Who's there?" She asked fearfully. 

It was a man, sitting a few pews behind her. She could not see him clearly in the dark but he appeared to have long black hair and square shoulders, he also appeared to be quite slender. Just then another flash of lightning lit up the room and she could see a face, a beautiful face with piercing green eyes. She gasped in surprise.

"Who are you," she managed to say, "what do you want?"

"I'm just a traveller from out of town" he said idly, as the thunder rumbled.

The man stood up and made his way towards Evie, who sat frozen.

"The storm is passing" the man stated, looking in the direction of the windows, "the time between thunder and lightning is increasing. It will soon be over."

"What are you doing here?" Evie asked, her voice trembling.

The man ignored her and walked to a lantern at the end of one of the pews, lighting it with a match. Evie could now see the man's beautiful face clearly, it was a face she trusted and as she looked into his eyes she knew she should not be afraid.

"Oh dear," the man said, looking at her sympathetically, "why is a beautiful girl like you so upset, Evie?"

"How do you know my name?" Evie asked, mesmerised by those green eyes.

"I know a lot of things about you Evie," he said, walking towards her and sitting down next to her, "more than you can imagine."

Evie was entranced. Never in her life had she seen anyone as beautiful as this man, and as he sat down beside her she no longer felt cold or afraid, just pleased to be so close to him.

"What is your name?" she asked in awe.

"My name is Edward" he responded.

She continued to look into those green eyes and she felt a yearning deep within her.

"So why are you so sad Evie?" he asked, gently placing a hand on her thigh.

She said nothing for a moment and then looked at the floor.

"I am lost" she said sadly, "I have nowhere to go."

Edward looked at her for some seconds before responding.

"You have run away from home?"

She nodded.

"But surely your family will welcome you back, surely they will be looking for you?" he said softly.

"No, they do not want me..." said Evie quietly.

He considered her for a few more seconds as she wiped her eyes.

"You cry because you have nowhere to go and you are lost" he said, "but surely some of your sorrow comes from shame?"

Evie looked up at him questioningly.

"The shame" he continued, "of leaving your poor brother to be beaten to death by your father, while you ran away?"

Evie gasped in horror.

"How did-" she began.

"I said before Evie, I know a lot about you"

The tears started to roll down down her face again.

"It's your fault he's dead you know" Edward said, his tone hardening, "You could have helped him"

"But...but how could I?" Evie asked despondently, "there was nothing I could do..."

"You could have fought; you could have helped him, Evie"

"No, he was too strong...he would have punished me..."

"So you just ran away and left your brother there to suffer and die" he said.

"No, I tried to help..." she said uncertainly, emotions welling up inside her.

"No you didn't Evie, you ran away because you were scared" Edward continued to stare at her with his piercing green eyes, "you ran, because you thought he would kill you next."

"I didn't mean to-" she wailed.

"No, you didn't mean to," Edward said, as he looked deep into her, "but you did it anyway."

Susan collapsed into floods of tears, wailing and screaming in sorrow. She had never felt this bad, the whole responsibility of the the death of her brother was squarely on her shoulders and she knew it.

"But don't worry little Evie," Edward said, his tone gentle again, "We are here to help you."

Evie looked up, her eyes were red and her nose was running.

"We-?"

She felt another hand on her leg and turned to see another beautiful man. He also had incredible piercing green eyes, but was taller and more muscular than Edward. He looked to Evie like the strongest man she had ever met, and as she gazed into his eyes she once again forgot her sorrows and became mesmerised.

"This is Thaddeus," said Edward, "he doesn't say much, but he is also here for you."

Evie heard what Edward said, but she did not look away from Thaddeus. As she gazed into his wonderful eyes she once again felt a yearning deep inside that her virgin body did not fully understand. The storm thundered outside and rain continued to lash against the window.

Edward started gently stroking the inside of Evie's leg and Thaddeus did the same. It made her feel strange inside, and made her body squirm against the wooden pew. She continued to stare into Thaddeus' eyes, feeling as though she was dreaming. He leant down and kissed her gently on the lips. It was the most wondrous feeling of her innocent life and she kissed him back as hard as she could. Edward began to take off her black cloak, revealing nothing more than a nightgown underneath. She knew that she should not let two strange men see her body like this, but as she passionately kissed Thaddeus she did not care. 

Eventually Evie pulled away from the kiss happily but could taste something in her mouth. She dreamily put two fingers up to her lips and looked at them confused, her lip was bleeding. Evie looked up at Thaddeus and saw he was smiling and she gasped in horror as she saw the two pointed teeth at the edge of the smile.

"No!" she cried, recoiling along the pew.

She did not get far, she went straight into the arms of Edward who she saw had same vampiric grin.

"Oh yes little Evie," sneered Edward, "We are here just for you."

"No!" she screamed again, wriggling to get free, "get off me Sons of Satan"

Edward laughed.

"That is rich coming from a girl who would leave her young brother to be beaten to death" he said mockingly, grabbing her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown, "you are going to get what you deserve, little whore."

Evie screamed and struggled but it was no use. The vampires had done there work on her well and as she looked again into their beautiful green eyes she knew that they were right; she did deserved this. Her body still yearned for their touch. As Edward fondled her teenaged breasts, Thaddeus began sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing up her nightgown. She wanted to be touched between her legs and her body was becoming frustrated as Thaddeus just continued to rub her inner thighs. She squirmed beneath the vampires and they knew that she was beginning to like it, she breathed deeply and moaned as her sensitive young body began to betray her.

"No...stop!" she panted, her last reserves of willpower fading.

Edward laughed as he held her. Thaddeus fixed his beautiful green eyes on hers and started to move towards her. As Evie stared back into those eyes she felt he was looking right into her soul, he knew she wanted to be touched, he knew all the dirty thoughts that were rushing through her head, he knew she was loving the feeling of her breasts being toyed with. Evie felt naked in front of him and as he stared she knew she soon would be. He kissed her on the lips and she resisted no longer. With one powerful movement he ripped the nightgown off her to reveal a pair of shapely breasts and a sexy body. Her pussy was covered with soft blonde pubes and was dripping wet. As Thaddeus withdrew from the kiss she stared at him with longing in her eyes and blood dribbling gently from the corner of her mouth. She spread her legs for him, desperate for him to touch her. Edward leaned down and licked the blood from her mouth.

"She tastes good" he said.

Thaddeus grunted in agreement and began taking off his clothes. Evie lay there on the wooden pew, her legs apart. Resigned to her fate she watched in awe as Thaddeus took off his trousers to reveal a huge cock. He reached forward and grabbed her needy pussy with his hand, causing her to gasp as a sensation of pure bliss burst through her body.

"Let go," Thaddeus grunted to Edward, speaking for the first time, "she will not run."

Edward let her go and stopped playing with her breasts but Evie barely noticed. Thaddeus was pushing his thick index finger into her tight, wet pussy and the sensation was all she could now think of. She moaned as he toyed with her and Edward grinned as he watched the girl writhe and squirm on the wooden pew.

"She's a needy little whore, isn't she?" He said, watching his partner bring the girl to the brink of climax before withdrawing.

Evie moaned in frustration. She sat up on the bench, panting, her eyes half open and her pupils dilated. Evie had no knowledge of what the two vampires were doing to her, all she knew was that she did not want them to stop.

"Get on your hands and knees whore," Edward ordered.

Evie obeyed without hesitation, she kneeled on the pew and presented her pussy to Thaddeus while staring into Edward's beautiful eyes. Thaddeus positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and began to push it inside. The sensation was incredible to Evie as her virginity was slowly taken from her. She squealed as her hymen broke, it hurt to have such a large cock inside her but it also felt so good. Edward had undressed as well and she now felt his cock against her wet lips and opened her mouth to suck on it. 

The strength of the two men was incredible. They lifted her up so she was suspended horizontally between them and they fucked her at both ends. She was completely helpless and unable to move from their grip, but nor did she want to; she was as close to heaven as she had ever been. Every so often they would turn her around without putting her down, so both of them got to fuck her mouth and pussy. Her body shuddered between them as she came again and again, moaning loudly and bucking against their cocks as the orgasms thundered through her.

Evie could not tell how long they played with her, how many times her body had shuddered with orgasm. She forgot who she was fucking and who she was sucking, both cocks tasted so good to her and she could taste the juices of her own pussy coating each one whenever they turned her around. Her throat was sore and her pussy was red raw, also her back was bloodied where they had scratched at her with their long nails, but she was beyond understanding pain and pleasure and just continued to suck and be fucked. When they eventually put her down on the cold wooden floor she grinned happily and took both cocks in her mouth to swallow their hot cum.

They sat her back on the pews, where she could barely keep her eyes open with exhaustion. She knew what was coming, she knew she was about to die, but could not find the energy to care. Thaddeus and Edward leaned towards her and it was then that Evie learnt the meaning of exquisite pain. She felt two hot pin prinks in her neck and two on her left breast. She gasped with pleasure and felt her own warm blood flow down her pale neck and body and between her legs. Thaddeus had pierced her neck and was now noisily slurping blood from her and Edward was doing the same from her breast. The sensation was incredible, but she felt so peaceful as they drained her. Her body became numb, the soreness in her pussy disappeared and all her troubles seemed to evaporate. She hooked one arm around Thaddeus' neck and stroked Edward's hair with her other hand, her face was a picture of pure bliss. Eventually she became too weak and her pale arms just fell down beside her, the last thing she remembered before the light faded from her eyes was Thaddeus cutting his thumb with a knife and dribbling some blood into her open mouth.

Evie awoke with a start. It was daylight outside and the strength of the sun hurt her eyes. She was lying on the church pew, her ripped clothes lay around her. She was confused, and could not remember any of the events of the previous night, but she felt sharp and energetic. She realised that she was not wearing any clothes and she felt that she should be ashamed of her nudity, but as she looked at her beautiful body she felt no shame at all. She looked even more beautiful than usual, she thought. Her breasts were large and rounded her skin smooth and soft and her pussy smooth, with just a tuft of blonde hair above the clit. Also there was not a single mark or blemish on her: she was perfect. She turned to the church door, knowing someone was about to come through it; she could smell them. She suddenly realised she was feeling quite hungry and her throat was parched. 

It was Mrs. James, one of the church choristers who often came to the Church early in the morning to make sure the place was tidy. Mrs. James was a large woman in her 40s who Evie had known all her life and had sung hymns with many times. She strolled towards the woman, who was closing the door behind her, not yet noticing the minister's beautiful daughter walking towards her, completely naked. 

Evie felt excited as she walked to the woman, but could not yet understand why. She was surprised to find she could reach the woman all the way from the other end of the church in a few seconds, and still had not been heard or sensed. As Mrs. James turned and finally saw her, gasping with horror at the nude girl, Evie realised that she did not feel any feeling of friendship towards this woman, but instead viewed her as inferior, pathetic, even as some sort of animal.

"Evie!" Mrs. James gasped, "What are you doing...you're naked!"

Evie laughed at the inferior mind.

"What a stupid statement," she said mockingly, "don't you think I am beautiful?"

"Evie..." spluttered the woman, "you're eyes, they're different..."

Evie just laughed again. What a stupid woman, she thought. Her hunger intensified and as she looked at the pathetic being in front of her, need began to grow inside her. Evie grinned as a lust overtook her, something that she did not want to resist. She suddenly knew what she wanted and advanced on the terrified woman, pressing her up against the door.

"Such a tiny little mind..." mocked Evie, and smiled at her prey.

Mrs. James shrieked loudly as she saw the pointed teeth in Evie's smile, but it did not last long. As fast as lightning Evie opened her mouth, bit down on the woman's neck and started sucking. Her first taste of blood made her body shudder with orgasm, but she did not stop sucking. The blood made her feel incredible, a sense of power and strength rose up inside her. She knew she was better than this pathetic waste of space in front of her, she was better than anyone and she could do anything. Mrs. James' body went cold and limp, and the flow of blood eventually stopped. Evie was left straddling the woman's pale body, grinning to herself and panting, her pussy still twitching at the joy of the orgasm while blood dripped off her chin and down her body.

After feeding Evie felt a desire to be somewhere dark and cold, there was too much light in here for her heightened senses. She descended the steps into the church cellar and as the darkness enveloped her she licked her lips and rubbed her beautiful breasts. Soon she knew she would feed again.

The Adventures of Evie Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Wilderness. New Jersey Forests, 1840-1855.

It was a cold night on the streets of Victorian London. Thick fog swamped the city, so thick that the yellow street lamps could do nothing to penetrate the gloom. At this hour the streets were largely deserted, only the disreputable and the dangerous would brave such a night. It was the perfect for Evie Clemence to stroll the city and get to know it intimately. Evie had the face of a beautiful young girl; blonde hair, blue eyes and an unusual innocence. She wore a black bodice with a red lace lined dress and a matching hooded overcoat. It was not enough for such a cold night, but Evie no longer felt the cold. The year was 1883, Evie was over 60 years of age but did not look a day over 18. 

Unlike normal tourists Evie was not interested in monuments to dead rulers or the homes of the living ones, she was interested in the people of the city. She wanted to know what they did with themselves at night, how they slept and what they were afraid of. As she walked slowly through the city streets she could hear the heartbeats of all the people in the houses, of the infants and young children, of the old and weak and the dull middle aged. She could smell each of their lives like a story; what they had eaten that day, where they worked, when they had last made love. Sometimes she could hear the beating hearts of two young lovers in hot embrace, and then her own heart quickened and she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of young lust. She remembered these houses, but they were not the only ones. She remembered the houses of the jilted lovers, the angry young men and women who's will could be so easily manipulated, she also enjoyed the overtly religious, those who believed that their devoutness was absolute, but could be shattered after a few minutes of temptation with Evie.

However what she craved the most was the smell of the innocence of sexual awakening, of young men and women who had been kept by their guardians for too long and longed to break free, longed to see the world and experience its wonders. Evie wanted to show them wonders they could never even imagine, the very idea sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

As she wondered the streets making mental notes of all of the inhabitants her mind drifted back to her own awakening. She had been an innocent young girl in her previous life, a miserable frightened little thing that was destined for a sad, pathetic life in a small town across an ocean. Then one night an encounter with two strangers had changed everything and set her on the path that she found herself today. They had teased and taunted her, bending her fragile mind to the point of despair before breaking her spirit and finally taking full advantage of her weakness. They did something to her that she could never forget, but had certainly forgiven, and then they left her to fend for herself, with a new and frightening addiction. She smiled at the recollection, and began to head for home. She would not have to feed tonight having learnt to control her yearnings the hard way. These days Evie would only sample the best any city had to offer. 

It had not been like this always of course. After Evie was first turned her need to feed was almost too much to bear. She had emerged naked from her father's church cellar on that first night in her new life and everything had seemed different. The body of the dead woman, her first meal, was still at the top of the stairs. The church had remained empty all day; her father had probably been too hung-over to get out of bed. As she headed for the Church entrance to go outside something, either instinct or a memory from her previous life, told her she should put on some clothes. So she stripped the body of her pale victim without a shred of pity or remorse and donned the loosely fitting garments. She had only one destination that night, back to her home, back to her father.

Evie arrived at the little Rectory house within a few minutes and entered silently. She walked to her parents room and opened the door, a thrill of excitement as to what she was about to do flooded through her. She had no intention of feeding from the disgusting creatures that lay before her, snoring and grunting in their sleep like a pair of pigs. Instead Evie woke both of them and allowed them to view her. They did not say a word, they could tell something was different in her; their timid little Evie was standing before them with confidence, smiling mockingly, her eyes glowing. They were mesmerised by her, to such an extent that her father still did not move as she took the knife by his bedside and neatly cut his throat. Her mother had then started screaming, so Evie sliced open the woman's fat belly and the screamed turned into a gurgle. The sight and smell of the blood caused her breath to quicken and her eyes to widen, and what was to become a familiar sensation of thirst began to emerge inside her. She savoured the sight for a few more seconds before turning to leave. 

Suddenly she stopped. There was a small boy standing in the doorway. He was covered in bruises and one of his eyes was swollen shut, but even with the blood lust pulsing through her Evie recognised her brother and, as he was very much alive, she realised she had been deceived by the vampires. Even still the desire to suck the blood out of the child was almost too much for her, but, in the only act of pity that she ever consciously made in the next 40 years, she simply took him by the hand and led him back to bed. 

As she left the house her need to feed was all she could think of. She quickly moved to the house next door with inhuman speed and entered, silently moving from room to room, feeding off a family of five until everyone was dead and drained. Each individual had tasted different to her, each one made her feel incredible and sent orgasms flashing through her young body. After the frenzy she disappeared into the woods surrounding the town and found the darkest, deepest cave she could and sat with her body buzzing, stroking her hypersensitive body and shrieking in delight.

This was how she spent the next fifteen years of her life. Living like an animal in the forest, feeding off whomever or whatever she could find in the woods or in nearby towns and villages. Instinct made her careful not to take too much from one community at one time, but there was no real thought process in her head, only the thirst and the desire to quench it. She became a beast in the forest, a myth the locals told their children to make them behave. She quickly lost the ability to speak or even think for very long, and she would feed off anything, human or otherwise, tramping through snow, wind or rain to find any living thing to sink her teeth into. For fifteen years the innocent girl previously known as Evie Clemence thought of nothing but blood and the incredible feeling of power than it gave to her when she sucked it from the neck of a living soul. It was out of desperation that she fed from the easiest targets, and although this gave her a wonderful buzz she had not realised that there were greater prizes to be had. 

It was one night around 1855 that everything changed again. On this night she had found a farm house some miles from her cave. It was an isolated building but her senses told her that there were no fewer than twelve occupants in the house that evening for a family gathering, an exciting prospect for a hungry vampire. However instinct again made her cautious; farmers had weapons and were accustomed to fighting off dangerous animals, if she just burst in and started feeding they would surely kill her. It was a balmy summer evening, the worst time for a vampire as the feeding hours were so short, by the time darkness fell and Evie had made her way to the farm house it was already close to midnight. However the party was still going on inside, wine and ale were flowing and everyone was having a wonderful time.

Evie prowled around the house, peering through the windows at the joviality inside. Her plan, if she ever came up with such a thing during those years, was to wait for everyone to go to bed and then pick them off one by one. Unfortunately they seemed to have no intention of retiring as after a few minutes someone began playing a fiddle and everyone started dancing. Her need intensified as the occupants laughed and danced inside, she only had a few more hours to go and at this rate she would not even find one victim.

Just then she had some luck. In all of the fun and dancing nobody had noticed two members of the family slip out of the door and head towards the barn, nobody except Evie of course. She followed the pair from a distance; a boy and a girl, cousins. She could hear their hearts beating fast as they walked hand in hand towards the barn, they were nervous about something, but also very excited. Evie found she loved the feeling of stalking them, she loved the smell that they gave off, and she shared their excitement, getting high off their emotions. Their scents mixed with those of the Summer night; the dark, dry earth, the hay from the barn and the smell of livestock sleeping nearby.

The pair reached the barn and as soon as they were out of sight of the house they had their hands all over each other. They kissed frantically, and groped and tore at each other's clothes. Within seconds they were naked and Evie realised that the girl was quite young, around the same age as she was when she was turned, but the boy was older and more experienced. The innocent young virgin had long beautiful brown hair and lily white breasts and her pussy, covered with soft brown hairs, was wet with excitement. The boy was strong and tanned, clearly having spent his life working out in the fields. The pair lay down together on the hay and started exploring each other's bodies, the boy with much more confidence than his young cousin. The girl held her partner's erect cock in her hand, and stroked it timidly, unsure of exactly what she was doing, while the boy kissed her gently, fondling her breasts and tickling her wet pussy with his rough fingers. Evie noticed a strange feeling welling up inside her, and for the first time in fifteen years it was lust rather than hunger that was her primary motive. 

The girl was becoming seriously aroused, she had her legs spread as far as they would go, her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as she squirmed against her cousin's touch. Evie decided it was time for her to make an appearance.

At first they were both scared and shrieked away from her. But then, as Evie had often found in the presence of her prey, they both relaxed and simply stared at her with wonder. Evie kneeled in front of them and kissed them both softly on the lips. She removed the few rags that she wore as clothes and took up a position behind the girl, wrapping her legs around the brunette's lily white body and gently massaged her titties from behind. The girl fully relaxed and leant her head back on Evie's shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing deeply. Evie loved the feeling of being so close to the aroused girl, she shared all her emotions and as the girl became hornier, so did Evie. 

Evie beckoned the boy to come towards the pair, and took hold of his cock when he got close enough. She placed the boy's cock at the entrance of his beautiful cousin's pussy, making the girl gasp and then squeal as he automatically trust his way inside. The two young lovers fucked like animals under the guidance of Evie. At first it was enough to just be close to them as they ravished each other, but soon Evie was joining in. She straddled the boy's face and squirmed her wet pussy onto his mouth while the girl rode his cock. Evie leant forward and kissed the girl passionately, and they shared their orgasm, moaning into each other's mouths while the boy underneath them slurped his tongue against Evie's sex and jerked his cock into his sexy cousin's cunt.

The boy was soon spent; his seed deposited inside his cousin, so Evie drank from him until he lay pale and limp while the brunette masturbated unknowingly next to them. The taste of the boy's blood was unlike anything she had previously experienced. She felt so dark and powerful as she drank; she could hear the hearts of people sleeping half a mile away, experiencing their thoughts and desires as though there were her own. The blood also made her more aroused than she had ever been before and she turned on the mesmerised girl with renewed desire.

The boy's blood had given Evie new and exciting abilities. She found she could plant thoughts and feelings inside the mind of the pretty brunette. She made the girl's body extra sensitive, made her orgasms even stronger and twisted and bent her mind to make the innocent young thing into a filthy, desperate whore. Evie toyed with the girl for some time until she lay panting and pleading for cocks to be stuffed in all her holes. Evie laughed as she watched the girl try to frig herself to satisfaction, moaning in frustration as the orgasm she so desperately needed eluded her.

She then whispered something in the girl's ear, the first words she had uttered in fifteen years. The girl's eyes widened as she listened, but then she nodded eagerly and smiled. The girl followed Evie back up to her parent's home and the place she had left not too long ago as an innocent virgin, she now returned as a naked whore, desperate for cock. Evie led the desperate girl into the main room to gasps of surprise, but before long the innocent young brunette had become the centre of the party. She was on all fours in the middle of the room, her uncle's cock was in her mouth, her father was under her, savagely fucking her dripping cunt and her older brother was forcing his cock into her tight arsehole. Her aunts were toying and pinching her nipples while her mother was whispered words of encouragement in her ear. Evie watched the scene with growing arousal while fucking another of the girl's cousins on a chair, sucking blood from his neck as she rode him.

Over the next few days Evie lived off the family. Their livestock went unfed outside and their crops withered and died in the sun. The only thing they could think about was fucking the young brunette, the youngest member of their family, who constantly begged for more cock to fill her hyper-sensitive holes. Every so often one of the family would give themselves to Evie to keep her sustained, but she would try to not drink enough to kill them. She controlled the whole family for two weeks, each one becoming weaker and weaker until only the brunette remained alive. The little whore was fucking herself with a broom handle and had shoved the family's only silver candlestick firmly in her arsehole when Evie finally came for her. As Evie fed from the girl's blood she felt she could take over the world and screamed as the orgasms flooded through her. The intensity of the experience left her whole body buzzing for days afterwards and she found she did not have to feed again for some weeks. As the girl died she thanked Evie for making her feel so good.

Evie waited until nightfall and then began to clean herself up. She washed the blood off her body, cut her hair and found the finest clothes in the house that fitted her. She then stepped into the warm summer night, taking a deep breath and felt like Evie Clemence for the first time in 15 years.

That had been over 25 years ago, and the time in between had not always been easy, but Evie had never again resorted to living in a cave or feeding off animals. When Evie looked back she wondered how she had survived, most new vampires were burnt to death by angry village communities within a few weeks of being turned. But Evie knew she was different, even in her days in the wilderness living like an animal she had always had an instinct for survival and it had served her well. Now she lived in London, the biggest city in the world and she had learnt to savour its delights.

The fog wrapped around Evie as she strolled back to her residence, an upmarket apartment in a smart part of town, paid for out of her own pocket. She smiled as she thought about the number of wealthy men who had changed their wills in favour of Evie over the last few years just before they died. She remembered how each of them had tasted as well.

Her target was chosen; a young girl by the name of Rebecca, 18 years old, the daughter of a factory owner. Rebecca was beautiful, she had deep red hair and a well formed body for one so young. Her father intended to marry her above her station, perhaps to a nobleman to increase his standing in the world. Unfortunately she was a wilful girl who was already beginning to resist the kept lifestyle for which she was destined; she wanted to know about the world. Evie planned to meet her and befriend her very soon, and then she would show the girl what pleasure really was.

Evie entered the apartment just as the sun peaked over the horizon. Being careful not to stand directly in the path of the sunlight from the window she went over to the mirror and undressed, admiring her own body. She was unchanged from the day she had woken up in that church all those years ago.

Evie walked over to the bed, which was covered in beautiful Chinese silk. She lifted the mattress to reveal a dark space underneath that was comfortably lined with more Chinese silk, just big enough for Evie's small frame. She slipped inside, lowered the mattress on top of her, closed her eyes and dreamed of the taste of Rebecca.



The Adventures of Evie Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Evie and Rebecca. London, England, 1883.

The sun dipped towards the horizon and briefly the damp rooftops of London appeared to be glowing gold. The sky seemed to be on fire, burning brilliant red, pink and orange. All across the city people hurried home from work, crowding the streets in a mass of humanity. As the sun dipped below the horizon and day began to turn to night, Evie Clemence stood at her apartment window, wearing a small pair of round, blue tinted spectacles with a faint smile playing across her lips. Evie had work to do on this night and it was the kind of work she loved. Her hunger briefly rose up inside her, and along with it came the desire to find some little street urchin and suck the life out of him, but she had long ago learned to resist these moments of weakness, for she knew a greater prize awaited her. Evie turned from the window and changed into one of her finest outfits, a black dress with a deep red bodice, along with a pair of elbow length gloves and a Chinese silk shawl. She looked stunning and dangerous as she stepped out into the night, just as the last streaks of red were fading in the sky. Soon it would be dark.

Across London an 18 year old girl called Rebecca twisted and fidgeted as a beautiful dress was fitted onto her shapely frame. The dress was deep velvet blue, a colour which made her long red hair blaze with colour and her pretty face shine. However Rebecca was getting hot and frustrated as her fat old maid, Nana, fussed about her like a clucking hen. She felt like lashing out at something, or screaming at the stupid woman, but she kept her cool. She had fought long and hard for tonight's brief moment of freedom and Nana could take it away from her with just one word to Rebecca's father. The old man wanted to keep his daughter locked away forever, or at least until some nobleman asked for her hand, but Rebecca knew she would go mad if she had to spend another evening reading in her room waiting for some rich, inbred aristocrat to imprison her in his country mansion. She had pleaded with 'Daddy' for just one night of freedom for weeks until he finally gave in and bought her tickets to the opera. It was not much, especially considering she was not allowed to talk to anybody and the only person who could go with her was Nana as a chaperone, but it was a start.

'No friends' her father had said, 'they will only lead you into trouble'. No friends, indeed! Rebecca had no knowledge of what friends were, unless you count those imbecilic, silly little girls from the awful tea parties she was forced to go to, where everyone sat around and talked about kittens and rainbows and handsome men who would sweep them off their feet and marry them. Idiots, Rebecca thought, small minded fools who existed for no reason other than to have babies and drink tea. No friends! How could a girl make friends when she spent her days sitting in a house, with no one but a stupid, fat maid who bothered her every five minutes? But Rebecca said nothing of this out loud, she just stood and allowed herself to be dressed and prettified, soon she would be outside her prison and the brief taste of freedom would be so sweet.

After what seemed like an age Rebecca was ready to go. Nana led her down the stairs, being careful not to get her dress caught anywhere, while her father waited at the bottom, his face like a stone. "I was hoping you would be out before nightfall," her father said as she reached the bottom step, "I am not sure about you going out in the dark."

He spoke in a false upper class accent, which still occasionally showed traces of the gruff Yorkshire dialect that he grew up with. Rebecca remembered him before he cared about stupid things like accents and nobility, when her mother was still alive and there was still some life in his eyes. 

"Nonsense father," she replied calmly, keeping the raising panic out of her voice, "there is no danger in this part of town, and I would have had to come back in the dark anyway."

He grunted, clearly still unsure.

"It will be fine sir," piped Nana, to Rebecca's surprise, "it is only a short walk across the park, and it is lit all the way by the gas lamps..."

The old man grunted again at the maid, before looking into his daughters pleading eyes and nodding grumpily. Rebecca squealed and kissed him on the cheek, prompting another dissatisfied grunt.

"Go on, git," he said jerking his thumb to the door, "Before I change my mind."

Rebecca did not need telling twice and quickly followed Nana to the door. She was pleased with the fat maid for the first time in a long time. Maybe she is not so useless after all, she thought.

They stepped out together onto the chilly streets, Rebecca in her expensive dress, and Nana in an ill-fitting garment that she clearly had not worn in a few years. It was embarrassing for Rebecca to be seen like this, but it was freedom.

"Good job it's not foggy like last night," the maid said in her Cockney accent as they set off towards the theatre, "not sure your father would've let you out if it was."

"Yes Nana," said Rebecca, feeling a new found affection for the old girl, "and thank you for speaking up like that as well, I think it helped."

"Well girl, I know you needed to get out of the house tonight," the old maid said wisely, "you ain't been yourself lately. Just sorry it has to be with little old me instead of one of your friends."

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with" Rebecca replied truthfully.

The pair walked on together, down the cobbled street and onto the wide path through the park, which was lit by gas lights as Nana had said. With each breath and each step Rebecca felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders, her mood lightened and she didn't even mind the inane idle chatter of Nana walking beside her. There were quite a few people out tonight; men in top hats walked the path with their wives or lady-friends around Nana and Rebecca, heading towards the theatre. It was perhaps because everyone seemed to be going in the same direction that Rebecca first noticed the girl on her own, walking the other way. She was blonde and finely, if a little provocatively, dressed and appeared to be around Rebecca's age. The girl was without a chaperone, which was strange, and was smoking a cigarette, which was also unusual for a girl of her age; however the most striking thing about her was her eyes, which seemed to almost glow green and, unnervingly, were staring straight at Rebecca. As they neared each other Rebecca began to feel slightly affronted.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, stopping on the path in front of the girl, "It's rude."

The girl stopped and smiled, holding the cigarette to her lips.

"I do apologise," she said, with a tinge of an accent, "I was just amazed by your hair...it's beautiful." Rebecca was slightly taken aback, she was proud of her hair, but was rarely complimented on it. However as she stared into those green eyes she saw only honestly, and she began to warm to this strange girl.

"Well thank you," Rebecca said, "that's very kind."

"Come on Rebecca," said Nana from slightly down the path, "we will be late."

The girl just smiled and continued to stare into Rebecca's eyes. Rebecca liked this girl, she was brave and confident, and also there was something slightly dangerous about her. An idea began to form in her head.

"My maid and I are on our way to the opera, we have two tickets for one of the royal boxes," Rebecca said, "why don't you come with us?"

"I have no ticket," the girl replied simply.

"Well you could have Nana's ticket" Rebecca said, turning to her Maid.

Nana was surprised at the suggestion.

"Rebecca..." said Nana patiently, "your father did say..."

Rebecca looked pleadingly at Nana, her face a picture of innocence.

"Well...I suppose this is your night," the maid conceded, "and I have no taste for opera. Just don't tell your father or there will be hell to pay."

"So," said Rebecca, "would you like to come?"

The girl's face broke into a big smile.

"Thank you Rebecca," said Evie, "I would love to come to the opera with you."

The three of them hurried to the theatre, and Nana found a seat in the elaborately decorated foyer and the two girls made their way to the box. The private compartment was only big enough for the two of them but had a great view of the stage. They sat down, whispering excitedly as the lights went off. 

From the first note Rebecca was completely captivated; as the performance continued beneath her she felt as if the music was carrying her on a journey: she was breathing hard as the two lovers sang their love for each other, she wept openly when they were torn apart and cheered when they finally found their way back into each other's arms. All the time Evie sat by her prey, feeding off the intensity of her emotions and pushing new thoughts and desires into the girls head. Rebecca knew nothing of this she was so caught up in the action on stage; it was only when the actor playing the tragic lover seemed to look right towards her and sing of his love that she realised she was feeling strange inside. She squirmed uncomfortably on her seat, her beautiful dress suddenly feeling hot and constricting. The handsome man onstage continued to sing to her, his voice rising in tune with Rebecca's emotions, as though his voice was in control of her body and sending her emotions wild. Rebecca had never felt like this, her head was light, her vision was blurred, she was panting, her breath coming in shorter and shorter spurts and her body...her body was on fire. She felt her nipples hardening and pressing against her bodice and a strange dampness between her legs, and all the time the song rose, the notes becoming more powerful, spreading though her. She was scared but she did not want it to stop and kept her eyes on the singer on the stage below, it was so exhilarating. Suddenly, to her surprise, she felt Evie's hand on her, gently caressing her breasts through the fabric, Rebecca glanced across into Evie's beautiful green eyes.

"Evie..." she gasped, "what are you doing?"

"Just open your legs" Evie smiled, "and let the music take you..."

Rebecca felt so comfortable looking into Evie's eyes that she just let out a sigh and let the music sweep over her. The song rose still higher within her and she felt completely unable to resist its power. She opened her legs and felt her new friend's hand reach between them. It took some time for Evie to get through the layers of dress and underwear but eventually her fingers fell upon a very wet pussy, and as she rubbed her clit slowly and sensually until she felt a screaming orgasm rush through the young girls frame. Rebecca was out of her mind, gasping and moaning, her eyes closed and her head lolling about as her senses were overwhelmed. Evie played with the sloppy snatch for as long as she dared, while the screams of Rebecca's orgasms were drowned out by the music. Rebecca was in heaven, she could not even begin to comprehend what was happening to her, but she knew she wanted more, she wanted this night to on forever.

It was a sudden and shocking surprise when the fingers were suddenly removed and she opened her eyes to protest, only to find that the lights were on and everyone was applauding. Rebecca panted while Evie sat beside her giving the players a rapturous applause, she looked down to see that all of the cast were looking up at her, smiling. Evie leaned towards her.

"I think you were quite overcome by emotion," she said, "we should bring you here more often."

Rebecca could only nod, anything to feel like that again, she thought.

With the performance over, Evie helped Rebecca down the stairs to the foyer. Rebecca still could not understand what had happened to her in that small compartment, or if it was even real, but she felt a strong desire to be close to Evie again. As Nana fussed over her, Evie said her goodbye's and thanked them both for a wonderful evening. As she turned to leave Rebecca called out to her.

"Evie," she shouted, "will I see you again?"

"Oh yes Rebecca," she replied once again fixing her beautiful green eyes on her prey, "very soon, I hope."

Evie stepped out into the night with a spring in her step. She got away from the bustle of the theatre and slowed down, after all had no need to rush, the night was still young and there were many exciting sensations in the city for a pretty vampire to enjoy. She had enjoyed tonight so far though and she was beginning to realise that her young prey was going to be very special.

Rebecca wondered the path home in a daze, while beside her Nana chattered away. A very strange thing had happened to her tonight and even now she was struggling to comprehend it. As they arrived back at the house Rebecca announced to her father that the whole experience had been wonderful, but that she felt quite overwhelmed and should go straight to bed. Once there she thought about the evening; the music, the way the man on the stage seemed to be singing straight to her, and most of all about what her new friend Evie had done to her. Even now the thought sent shivers of excitement through her body, and although she realised it must have been wrong and immoral, she could not stop playing it over in her mind...and she wanted to feel like that again.

Tentatively at first, she reached down with her hand and hitched up her nightdress just above her waist. Then, feeling naughty, dirty and incredibly excited all at once, she touched her damp mound. Rebecca breathed in sharply at the sensation of pure pleasure that this simple act gave her, withdrawing her hand in surprise. She then slowly pushed her fingers back onto her private area with more confidence and determination, this time the pleasure was so intense that it caused her to moan out loud, but she did not withdraw her fingers. She clasped her other hand to her mouth and began furiously working away at her soaking wet snatch. She closed her eyes, pressed her hips forward, and felt her nipples hardened under her nightdress. As Rebecca masturbated she found she could think only of Evie, the pretty blonde girl with the innocent face swamping her thoughts as Rebecca found she was fantasising about increasingly outrageous and degrading acts. She imagined kissing Evie, undressing for Evie and lying next to her naked, she imagined spreading her legs for the girl while Evie teased and tantalised her and all the time she was staring into those beautiful green eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul. Rebecca came with a loud grunt, her hips bucked and her body shuddered as the orgasm took her, and then she was finished, lying sweaty and panting on the bed, her nightdress pushed up above her breasts and her privates sticky. She pulled the nightdress down, feeling something between disgust and joy at her actions, before turning over and drifting into a deep sleep.

Evie smiled as she walked. She knew that by now Rebecca would be degrading herself, the first step on a short journey of intense pleasure to the end of the young girl's life. She had made the girl's pussy extra sensitive so Rebecca would now struggle to get through a few hours of tomorrow without the desire to touch herself overwhelming her. Evie could not help her tomorrow during the day; Rebecca would have to struggle on her own, but tomorrow night...

Evie just smiled at the thought.



The Adventures of Evie Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Rebecca's Performance. London 1883.

Rebecca awoke early. It was a beautiful day and she felt fresh. She briefly thought about what she had done last night, but put it out of her mind. She had just been in a strange mood after the opera, she told herself, and during the opera she had simply been overcome by the performances. Possibly she had become faint, maybe her bodice was too tight, but whatever it was the events that had happened in her imagination where certainly not real, she knew her friend Evie had certainly not groped her like that. It was preposterous.

While she was going over this Nana bustled into the room, holding a tea tray.

"Morning dear," Nana said, "I hope you are feeling well today?"

"Yes thank you Nana," replied Rebecca, as Nana poured the tea, "very well indeed."

Nana smiled and brought the tea over to Rebecca, who sipped it delicately.

"We have to be over at the Roberts's house for eleven o'clock, my dear," said Nana, picking up a few clothes that were strewn around the bedroom, "they are having a morning tea party." Rebecca groaned.

"Oh, do I have to," she protested, "it's such a lovely day, can't we go to the park?"

"No, your father insists," said Nana, "and he does not approve of you going to the park anyway."

Rebecca protested some more but she was fighting a losing battle, and as 11 o'clock approached she found herself getting dressed for the tea party.

The Roberts' house was only a few minutes' walk away and when they entered it was full of the high pitched chatter of excitable girls. Idiots, though Rebecca, stupid little whores. Rebecca was slightly surprised at the strength of her own thoughts for a second, she had never thought of anyone a whore before, but then she decided it did not matter, nobody knew what she was thinking.

She was ushered inside and given a seat opposite a couple of young posers called Claudine and Cleo. They were both thin and blonde and always eyed Rebecca's red hair and more developed form with suspicion. Rebecca smiled coldly at them.

"Did you have a nice evening last night Rebecca?" one of them asked sweetly, a smile playing across her lips.

"Yes thank you Cleo," replied Rebecca, "I went to the opera."

"I heard you went with your maid!" spurted Claudine before emitting a burst of high pitched laughter.

"Oh, really?" joined Cleo, "How embarrassing!"

The girls looked at Rebecca, failing to keep the smirks of their faces. They clearly thought the idea of going to the opera with your maid was ridiculous. Luckily Rebecca had an ace up her sleeve.

"Actually my maid was just acting as chaperone for the evening," she replied coolly, "I watched the performance with a friend of mine...Evie Clemence."

But the girls were intent on embarrassing Rebecca, and were not to be put off so easily.

"Who?" asked Cleo, an incredulous grin on her face, "I think I would just die if I had to go out with my maid, did the fat old woman snore throughout?" she sneered.

Rebecca was losing patience with the pair, but the memory of last night at the opera was starting to stir strange feelings inside of her.

"Actually," she said sweetly, through gritted teeth, "Nana appreciates fine opera, but as I said, she kindly gave up her ticket to my friend, Evie."

The girls laughed and continued to mock her, but Rebecca was struggling to concentrate on what they were saying. Once again she was starting to feel strange sensations in her private parts, and the green eyes of Evie seemed to be burning in her mind. She looked across at the pair of blondes and suddenly she found she was imagining them naked, wrapped around each other, kissing, touching and gasping for breath as orgasms thundered through their delicate frames. Rebecca gasped in shock and went bright red.

"Ahhh," said Claudine in a babyish voice, "poor little 'becca is getting upset..."

The sensation of desire suddenly began to well up inside Rebecca and soon she could take it no more. She quickly excused herself from the conversation and ran from the room, the girls' laughter ringing in her ears. She ran into the hall towards the toilet, but was shocked to see three other girls waiting outside it, each looking slightly embarrassed. Rebecca had to find somewhere private to be, anywhere would do. She bolted for the stairs and climbed them as quickly as she could, bursting through the first door she found.

It was a bedroom, possibly a spare bedroom as their appeared to be no personal belongings in here. Rebecca quickly sat down on the side of the bed and began to rub her mound through the many layers of clothes. Her breathing quickened and it felt good but it was not enough. Her mind raced; she could not possibly strip in a stranger's house, but to be found with her hand up her own dress was surely just as bad. Just then then door opened and Rebecca gave a yelp of surprise.

It was one of the servants, a man in his forties with a large belly. He was sweaty and quite ugly, and he was looking with an unnatural interest at Rebecca sat on the bed.

"Why hello, dear," he said closing the door behind him, "got a bit lost did we?"

"I-I was l-looking for the toilet and-" stuttered Rebecca.

"Oh yes?" he said grinning, "and you ended up in 'ere, all on your own."

The man walked across to her and stood in front of her.

"Don't be silly, little girl," he said, sneering and cradling her chin, "I can see from your face it was something else you wanted in this little room, eh?"

"No-no," Rebecca said, trying to stand up and get away, "I was just-"

Just then the man reached down and grabbed at Rebecca's privates, causing her to give an astonished shriek, but despite her surprise Rebecca felt a jolt of pleasure jerk through her body at his touch.

"Oh yes..." the man hissed, "you little rich girls do get yourselves all hot and bothered don't you?"

He pushed Rebecca back on the bed and started massaging her mound through her dress.

"No..." she protested feebly, "please don't...it's not right..."

"No," he said, "but it feels good doesn't it, and you want it my little pretty..."

He was right, her privates were aching for his touch and she could almost feel Evie within her, urging her on. But she would not give in that easily.

"Someone will be looking for me...they will find us..." she gasped between breaths.

"Well it is lucky that I just happen to have the key to this room in my pocket then" said the man grinning horribly.

He stopped groping her and turned away, walking across the room towards the door. He put the key in the lock and turned it, and as she heard the bolt click into place, Rebecca knew she was not getting out of this. The worrying thing was, half of her did not want to get away, she wanted him to come back and touch her.

"I am a virgin..." she said, as a last protest.

The man chuckled.

"I know you are dear, but you don't think I would be stupid enough to take the virginity of a rich man's daughter do you?" he walked back over to her and put his horrible face right up to hers, "we are going to have a different sort of fun."

He grabbed her mound again, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He then lifted up her dress and pulled off her undergarments revealing her soaking wet virgin pussy.

"Oh what a pretty little cunt" the man said, before reaching forward and rubbing her clit with his rough fingers. 

Rebecca moaned and pushed her hips forward as he teased her, the sensations were too much to bear, and the thought that she was acting like a filthy street whore just made her want it more. Just then the man extended his middle finger and pushed the dirty digit into her tight, hot cunt hole. The sensation was so intense that Rebecca came immediately, her body shuddering and her pussy contracting around his finger. The man clasped his other hand over her mouth to stifle her rapturous screams and then continued to frig her until she was delirious with pleasure and was thrashing about like an animal. She was so high on the sensation that even after he finally withdrew his finger her orgasm continued for a full minute.

She lay panting on the bed, her face covered in sweat while the man knelt beside her. Her privates were still on fire and her mind was reeling when she felt something strange against her lips. She opened her eyes to see the man's erect cock, short, fat and bright red nestling against her pretty mouth.

"Suck on it rich whore," he said, his cruel words making Rebecca feel even more horny. 

Despite her disgust at the idea of putting a man's penis in her mouth she found herself parting her lips and letting him slip his cock inside. She sucked on it for all she was worth, it tasted horrible and made her feel worthless, but the man had just given her the most amazing experience of her life and she knew she had to repay him. After a few short minutes he jerked and her mouth was filled with foul tasting sticky cum, which he told her to swallow. He knelt for a few minutes, breathing heavily while Rebecca idly licked the last drops of cum from is twitching cock, and then he placed his cock back in his trousers and ordered Rebecca to put her underwear back on. She did so grudgingly, but felt so weak and light headed when she stood up that he had to help her out of the door and down the stairs. As Rebecca leant against him she could smell his disgusting unwashed clothes and greasy hair, but despite this and despite his ugliness she knew she would suck his cock again if he asked, if only to have that feeling once more inside her.

At the bottom of the stairs was Nana, a look of panic across her face.

"I found her asleep in one of the bedrooms," the fat pervert said to Nana, "I don't think she is feeling too well."

"Oh poor child," said Nana, "we had better get you home."

"Sorry Nana," mumbled Rebecca, "I just felt a little tired."

"You are more than just tired, Rebecca" the old maid said, "you're all flushed, you must be burning up. Thank you for finding her Mr. Stevens."

"No problem Margret," the man said, "I do hope you feel better soon Rebecca."

"Thank you Mr. Stevens" said Rebecca, to the man whose cum she could still taste in her mouth and who had made her sore pussy feel so good.

"No problem, my dear," he said, "anytime."

Rebecca lay in her bed at home and did not know whether to weep or laugh. Her body was still buzzing from her earlier orgasms, and her cunt, as the man had called it, was still hot, but she now felt so degraded. What's was wrong with her, she wondered, why had she allowed this to happen? She felt so dirty and immoral, but at the same time she had enjoyed it so much, and given the choice, she knew part of her would not hesitate to be back in that room with that disgusting man making her whole body shudder with pleasure. It was all too complicated and she suddenly felt tired, but before she fell asleep she removed her nightdress and gently rubbed her sore pussy; she felt so much better when she was naked.

When Rebecca awoke it was nearly dark and her clothes were still all over the floor. Her father had gone away on business this morning, but she was surprised Nana had not been in to clean her room or get her out of bed. She had not been that ill at the party, she thought, Nana should at least have brought some supper. Suddenly she felt cold and afraid, panic shot through her and she thought she must be the only one in the house; everyone had left her. However she was not the only person in the house.

"Hello Rebecca," said Evie, "are you feeling better?"

"Evie!" squealed Rebecca, surprised and delighted to find her friend sitting in the corner of the room, "When did you get here? Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"I've been here a little while, but I did not want to wake you up," replied Evie calmly, "your maid said that you were taken ill this afternoon."

"Well, yes but between the two of us, it was not really much of an illness."

"Good," said Evie, "because I was hoping to take you out this evening."

"Take me out...really? Perhaps we could go back to the theatre," Rebecca said hopefully, "my father is away for a few days, so if I could just get past Nana..."

"I was thinking of something slightly different," Evie said, smiling, "and Nana has had to go away as well...an important family matter I believe."

"Oh...so it is just us..." Rebecca said, the excitement building inside her.

"Yes sweetie," said Evie, "and the night is ours."

Rebecca laughed happily. She could not believe that after months and years of being locked away from society she was now here about to go out with a friend.

"Come on then," said Evie, "get dressed, I have laid out some clothes for you."

Rebecca looked at the end of her bed and saw the garments. They were much more risqué than anything she usually wore, and the red dress was definitely going to show off her cleavage.

"Wow...Evie, those look a little...provocative?" she said, a little unsure.

"Well we want to have a good time don't we?" laughed Evie, "you should not be afraid of showing off your beautiful body."

"No of course..." said Rebecca, she was slightly unnerved by her friend's attitude, but was warming to the idea of showing off, "I'll get dressed now then."

She leant over and turned on the light, before slipping out of bed, forgetting that she was naked.

"Oh my goodness!" she shouted, trying to cover herself up "I'm sorry Evie, I did not mean to-"

"Don't worry Rebecca," said Evie, fixing those beautiful eyes on the girl, "you have nothing to be ashamed of..."

Rebecca started to feel hot under the other girl's gaze. For some reason she felt the desire to show Evie her body again, to display herself for the girl, but she knew it was so wrong. Evie stood up and walked towards Rebecca.

"Here she said," taking Rebecca's hands, "let me help you."

Evie leant towards Rebecca, staring deep into her eyes, and Rebecca moved forwards towards Evie. Their lips touched and they shared a long and passionate kiss. Rebecca could not believe she was doing anything as disgusting as sitting naked in front of another girl and kissing her, but right at that moment there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be. As she broke off the kiss and stared into Evie's eyes, she knew she would do anything the girl asked of her.

"Tonight is going to be fun," said Evie. Rebecca just giggled.

Half an hour later they arrived at their destination. They both looked very smart, but Rebecca was the one attracting the most attention in her low cut red dress. The destination was a drinking establishment that Evie had frequented during her time in London, but that a girl of Rebecca's standing should never have gone near in her whole life. It was set below street level and the girls had to climb down some steps to enter the dingy bar area. The light was low and the air full of sickly sweet smoke, but Rebecca could still see enough to know that Evie had led her somewhere troublesome. The clientele of this bar were varied, in one corner a group of young sailors were singing loudly and drunkenly, while another corner simply had two ancient Chinese men sucking silently one their long pipes. There were other women there to, but they were mainly tired looking whores who eyed Rebecca and Evie with amusement, sniggering at the girls' pretty dresses and innocent faces. 

It was difficult to say how large the bar area was as some parts were almost completely shrouded in darkness, and as Rebecca stared into these areas of darkness she could only imagine what sins where being committed, just out of sight. Evie led Rebecca confidently to a small booth on the far side of the bar and they both sat down. The air was so thick with smoke in here that Rebecca could not even see the entrance to the bar across the room. Evie sat observed her prey with a small smile playing across her lips; she knew that this pretty young redhead would soon be doing things that she would not have been able to even comprehend a few days ago. 

A tired looking waitress came over and asked what they wanted to drink, Evie ordered a bottle of whisky and a pack of cigarettes, Rebecca said nothing but just stared into the darkness, her eyes wide and unblinking.

"You'll get use to it soon," said Evie, observing the young girl.

Rebecca turned towards her sharply.

"Why have you brought me here Evie?" she said, fear edging into her voice.

Evie leaned towards Rebecca and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"To teach you," she said simply, "and to give you some...new experiences..."

The whisky arrived and Evie poured Rebecca a glass, before lighting two cigarettes and passing one over. Rebecca look a tentative puff on the cigarette and launched into a coughing fit, she tried to get rid of the taste with the whisky, but that just made it worse. Evie just giggled at the girl's troubles.

The coughing had caught the attention of the sailors in the corner, and while Rebecca tried to sort herself out with another shot of whisky, one of the younger members of the group made his way over to the girls. He said nothing but simply stood in front of the nervous looking Rebecca while Evie watched on amused. He then unbuttoned his trousers and brought out a large erect cock, and presented it to Rebecca.

The rest of the sailors where laughing hysterically in their corner, and Evie was struggling to keep a straight face as she watched the look of horror plastered on Rebecca's face. Rebecca was horrified, but once again she felt that burning desire deep within her, and try as she might she could not take her eyes off the cock. Without really thinking about it she leaned forwards and took it in her mouth and started gently sucking on it.

The sailor looked surprised at first but he soon got into it, closing his eyes and moaning as Rebecca sucked and licked him. His friends on the other table had fallen into a shocked silence when Rebecca started giving the man a blow job, but they were now hooting wolf whistling from across the room. After a short time the sailor jerked and spurted his creamy load into Rebecca's mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly, looking him in the eyes as she licked him clean. She licked her lips and the sailor backed away with a smile on his face, while Rebecca looked towards the others sailors at the table, dirty thoughts running through her mind. She was about to go over and choose another cock to suck, when Evie placed a hand on her wrist. The large burly barman had moved from behind the bar and was now aggressively throwing the first sailor out; apparently even in this sort of establishment some things were forbidden. His friends got up and tried to fight the barman, but a group of drunken sailors were no match for this man, and eventually they were all thrown out of the door. The barman began to move back towards Evie and Rebecca, intent on throwing them out as well but Evie just looked at him. He hesitated and then turned back, taking up his position behind the bar; he had seen far too much in his time to try and mess with a girl like Evie.

The moment of excitement brought Rebecca back to her senses.

"Oh God!" she gasped, "I just...I just..."

"You sucked his cock, darling," said Evie sweetly, "you're learning fast."

"But it is so...wrong!" Rebecca squealed.

Evie moved closer to Rebecca and kissed her softly on the lips, before reaching down and gently massaging Rebecca's mound.

"But you would do it again, wouldn't you?" she whispered as Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned at Evie's touch.

Rebecca just nodded, she knew she would do it again, she could not resist when that feeling rose up inside her...it just felt too good. Evie toyed with Rebecca for a bit longer, getting the girl nice and horny, before turning back to observe the room to work out whom she could manipulate into tempting Evie next. Rebecca lit another cigarette and took a long drag, causing her to cough slightly, but not much. She could not understand what was happening to her, but she did not want it to ever stop. Her pussy was begging to be touched and fingered, her nipples were hard...performing some illicit, degrading act was all she could think of.




The Adventures of Evie Ch. 04



Just then a Chinese woman came over to Rebecca and grabbed her hand; she said nothing but clearly wanted Rebecca to follow her. The woman's eyes were all puffy, and despite looking like she might have been pretty in her youth her face was now lined and tired. Something told Rebecca that this small woman was not anywhere near as old as she looked, but had been aged prematurely by the ravages of life. However Rebecca was now willing to follow anyone if there was a chance of a new and exciting experience; she looked over to Evie who gestured that she should go with the woman, a little smile on her lips. 

Rebecca followed the woman into one of the dark corners of the room, where a number of very dangerous looking people were quietly drinking, speaking in hushed voices or just murmuring to themselves. Rebecca saw one man who seemed to have had half his face burned away, another wore a dark hooded cloak and had a hook for a hand. Perhaps most unnerving was a small, balding man with little round glasses who wore an unassuming tweed suit, perfectly tailored to his wiry frame. He looked like an accountant who had wondered into the wrong bar, but as he turned to look at Rebecca she saw darkness in his eyes that chilled her to the bone. He looked Rebecca up and down before nodding cordially to the little Chinese woman, who gave a little frightened yelp and quickened her pace past him dragging Rebecca behind her. The Chinese woman led Rebecca to a small door, opened it and stood aside, inviting Rebecca to go in. She hesitated slightly at first but the thought of doing something dangerous continued to excite her and she stepped forward.

The next hour was a dreamlike blur for Rebecca. The Chinese woman did not follow her through, but instead closed and locked the door leaving Rebecca in a narrow, dimly lit corridor lined with burgundy coloured wallpaper. Rebecca did not know what to do for a moment, there were a few doors along the corridor but they were closed. Still after nothing happened for a few moments she decided to try one of them. It was unlocked and even as she was opening it she realised what must be on the other side. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard the moans, but she could not resist a quick peek. She looked inside and saw an extravagantly decorated room, at the centre of which was a wooded four poster bed where a busty brunette was riding the cock of a fat ugly man who looked old enough to be the girl's father. The man was wearing a judges' wig, while the whore was dressed like a court clerk, although obviously without underwear and with her ample breasts on display. Rebecca watched the scene knowing she should be disgusted, but instead she just felt horny and fantasised about being a dirty slut, fucking whoever she was told. The whore looked up and saw Rebecca watching her, the man had his eyes closed and was lying back on the bed, but the brunette started playing with her breasts and looking towards Rebecca, gesturing for her to join them. Rebecca's breathing quickened, her already wet pussy now felt as if it was soaking through her underwear. She would have gone forward and joined in then and there if she had not felt a small hand grabbing her wrist. She turned and saw and angry looking dwarf, who dragged her viciously out of the room.

"Stupid whore," he whispered to her angrily in a foreign accent, "you want to watch fucking, you pay bitch."

The weirdness of the situation was beginning to overwhelm Rebecca and the corridor began to spin. She was hornier than she had ever been in her life, standing in a burgundy corridor being berated by a dwarf for watching people fucking. All Rebecca could think about was that she needed something to touch her desperate pussy; everything else was just too strange.

"Please," she said to the dwarf, "I don't know why I am here but..."

The dwarf laughed and grabbed at her pussy, making Rebecca yelp.

"I know just what to do with you, my little virgin..." he sneered.

He pulled her by the hand down a series of corridors so complex that Rebecca quickly lost track of direction and became completely disorientated. Then, after what felt like a mile of corridors, the dwarf opened a door and shoved her inside, shouting "Have fun" as he closed it behind her.

This room was different to the last one, the floor was just wooden planks and the walls were bare, except on one side where there was a large red velvet curtain from the ceiling to the floor covering most of the wall. Also there was very little light; she could just make out a bed in the middle of the room, which she wondered towards slowly. Rebecca could not believe this was actually about to happen, she was about to whore her body out to some random man who would take her virginity and fuck her tight cunt until she screamed. The idea excited her, but it also made her feel horrible inside.

"Oh, Nana," she said forlornly sitting on the edge of the bed, "what if you could see me now?"

Just then she heard loud footsteps from behind the curtain, and simultaneously a door on the far side of the room opened and Rebecca could just see a well built man enter through the darkness. He carefully closed the door behind him and stood by it, not looking at Rebecca who sat on the bed nervously. Rebecca was confused, why wasn't he coming to take her? Her question was abruptly and shockingly answered when the curtain on the wall of the room suddenly shot up to reveal an audience of around fifty people, who burst into spontaneous applause at the sight of Rebecca. 

In front of the audience was a man wearing a top hat who turned towards Rebecca and smiled horribly, his ginger hair and little goatee beard making him look like some sort of devil. Everyone looking at Rebecca who was now illuminated by a spotlight and they all began to laugh when they saw the look of surprise on her face.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen," shouted the man in the top hat, turning to the audience, "tonight we have a very special event for you."

The man paused for dramatic effect, while Rebecca squinted in the spotlight, unable to move out of fear and confusion.

"Tonight we have an event that only happens once in a lifetime," the man continued, "Tonight a young woman will be deflowered before your very eyes!"

He gestured towards Rebecca, who gasped in surprise as the crowd went wild.

"I give you the lovely Rebecca," said the man, "an innocent young maiden, who has started to feel strange stirrings beneath her undergarments..."

The crowd laughed as the announcer made rude gestures with his hands, Rebecca did not know why she was still sat there, but she felt completely unable to move. A look of horror was plastered on her face, something which the crowd was finding hilarious.

"Rebecca has run up to her bedroom," the man said, his voice lowering to quieten the crowd, "these strange feeling have made her all hot and bothered but she knows not what it is she desires..."

The crowd tittered, they were captivated by the announcer's story.

"Luckily for her, Humphrey the butler has all the experience she needs..."

The man who had been waiting by the door now walked purposefully on stage towards the terrified Rebecca, to cheers from the audience. He stood in front of Rebecca and grabbed her around the waist. Rebecca suddenly came to her senses and tried to struggle free of his grip, but he was strong and just smiled cruelly at her.

"Young Rebecca is scared at first," said the announcer, "but Humphrey soon brings her to her senses..."

The man who was known to the audience as 'Humphrey' viciously slapped Rebecca across the face with the back of his hand, causing her to fall back onto the bed feeling sore and slightly dazed. He then knelt on the bed to the side of her and took his large cock out of his trousers, holding it towards her. At the slight of the cock something began to change inside Rebecca and the deep arousal between her thighs returned.

"Having been put in her place Rebecca's womanly instinct takes over at the sight of Humphrey's magnificent manhood..."

Once again she could not help herself, as soon as she saw the cock it just felt so natural to put it in her mouth and suck on it. The audience whooped and laughed, clearly not believing for an instant that she was a virgin, but enjoying the show nonetheless. The announcer allowed the blow job to continue for a few minutes, while Rebecca sucked eagerly, 'Humphrey' began to breathe more heavily and the audience cheered. Rebecca realised that this was by far the most attractive man she had sucked off so far, and his cock was also by far the largest.

"She is now a bitch in heat!" the announcer stated suddenly, causing the audience to laugh again, "Our innocent young Rebecca is ready to take her first steps towards womanhood..."

'Humphrey' told Rebecca to stop sucking his cock. He took her to the front of the bed and made her stand in front of the audience. Then he ripped off her beautiful red dress, leaving her in just her undergarments. Rebecca gasped in shock, but did not attempt to hide herself, instead she had to suppress a smile as the audience whooped and hollered at her shapely form. The man knelt on the bed behind Rebecca and reached around her body, pushing his hand down towards her sopping wet cunt. She sighed as he made contact with her clit and she went weak at the knees, moaning and falling back into his arms.

"Rebecca now knows what she wants," bellowed the announcer, "her body is ready for Humphrey's bulging member."

Humphrey removed the rest of his clothes before standing Rebecca up to face the audience once more. He removed her bra to reveal a fine pair of perky, pale titties, before slowly pulling down her underwear to show off her soaking wet virgin pussy the the delighted audience. Humphrey sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Rebecca back towards him, he put his hands on her young tits, making her gasp in delight, and then, with Rebecca still facing the audience he gently lowered her onto his large cock. The audience cheered and Rebecca gasped in pleasure as his large member was pushed into her tight wet hole. It was painful at first and she squealed as her hymen broke, but soon it felt so good and she started bucking her hips and riding him keenly, all to the delight of the baying crowd.

"Our innocent young girl is now a woman!" the announcer cried to huge applause, "And now, for your pleasure, she will show us just what sort of woman she is!"

Rebecca was warming to her role now and she wanted to give the people a bit of a show. And so she continued to buck against the man's cock as the orgasms shuddered through her body, changing positions every so often to give them all a new look at her pretty body being degraded. Her eyes had now grown use to the bright spotlight and as she switched positions she could see that many of the audience were now openly masturbating to her exploits, which turned her on even more. It was then that she saw Evie sat on the front row, staring back at her with her wonderful green eyes. Rebecca smiled at Evie before impaling herself once again on her partners beautiful cock. After a few minutes he told her to get off and kneel in front of him. He jerked himself off in front of her face before cumming in her mouth with a grunt. She swallowed it eagerly, opening her mouth for the crowd to see it had all gone. They cheered her and Rebecca smiled happily, even rubbing her titties and spreading her pussy lips for more of their cheers. The announcer gave the signal and walked off stage while the curtain fell on Rebecca's filthy exploits, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and disappointed. 'Humphrey' got his breath back and gave her a cheery smack on the bottom, before disappearing back through the door on the far side of the room before Rebecca could think of anything to say. When nobody else came into the room she slowly donned her red dress, which was now ripped at the back, at went back to her own door. She opened it and was delighted to see Evie standing there. Evie smiled at her and said nothing but gave her a long sensual kiss before leading her back into the bar area.

Rebecca lay on the seat in the booth, her head on Evie's lap, smoking a cigarette. Evie idly stroked her hair and fondled her titties, which were easily accessible through the rip in her dress. Rebecca sighed happily, pleased that she was no longer a virgin, and strangely delighted that she had had her first fuck in such a disgusting and perverted way.

As the night continued Rebecca completely gave into her bodily desires. The cigarettes and the whisky were making her head feel light, as were the visitors she was getting every so often; some who wanted blowjobs, others wanted to introduce her to the delights of cunt-licking. Naturally she indulged their every desire. She was delighted when Evie started to join in as well and helped her out of the restrictive dress. Rebecca and Evie sat in their darkened pew, finger fucking and licking each other to new heights of pleasure. Rebecca felt like she was in the perfect dream, and giggled happily as she stared into Evie's beautiful eyes. She was enjoying herself so much that it was a surprise when Evie suddenly broke off and reached for her dress.

"We have to go now sweetie," she said to Rebecca, "the night is nearly over."

Rebecca sighed sadly and put on her ripped garment, before following Evie out of the bar and into the chilly night. It was cold and foggy again at this time in the morning, only an hour or so before dawn, but Rebecca did not mind. She huddled up to Evie who she felt safe next to, and thought of the dirty degrading actions that she had allowed herself during the night. Evie looked up at the lightening sky and quickened her pace, her hunger was growing and was nearly unbearable but she still had enough control left to take Rebecca back to her father's home, where she could feed without interruption. She intended to savour this girl, she wanted to taste every last drop of the redhead's blood.

The two girls returned to the house, Rebecca giggled happily as Evie pushed her against the wall in the corridor and gently kissed her neck. The arousal in Evie's eyes was evident to Rebecca, but she could not have guessed what was causing that look. Evie suddenly broke off from the embrace and dragged Rebecca along the corridor towards the stairs.

"Slow down Evie," said Rebecca sexily, "I gonna do anything you want...there's no rush..."

But Evie just pulled Rebecca harder, up the stairs and into the bedroom. The room was just as they had left it all those hours ago, curtains closed, the bed unmade and clothes strewn across the floor. Evie, already undressed, pushed Rebecca onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately all the while. Rebecca wriggled out of her ripped dress and lay naked under Evie staring into those beautiful eyes, so completely mesmerised that she had not realised she was bleeding from the mouth from Evie's hungry kisses. The sky was light outside, it was nearly dawn. 

As the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon Evie joyfully gave in to her hunger. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on the young redhead's neck, and sucked happily at the freely flowing wound. Rebecca's mouth opening in surprise as she felt the exquisite pain and she gasped in surprise, before screaming and thrashing about as she realised what was happening. Evie fingered the girl's pussy as she fed and Rebecca soon settled down, moaning softly and resisting weakly as her life ebbed away. Evie shuddered and gasped as she sucked the delicious blood from her victim, hardly able to think as the sensation buzzed through her head like a roaring torrent. She felt like her whole body was pulsing with energy and in between gulps of Rebecca's life force Evie screamed in orgasm, her whole body spasming blissfully. Rebecca continued her feeble protests for a few more minutes, but the frozen look of terror slowly fell from her face and her arm, which was weakly trying to push Evie away, dropped to her side. Her already pale skin was now a ghostly white as the vampire sucked her dry. In a desperate last attempt at survival she lifted her head and tried to bite Evie back, her teeth breaking the skin, but Evie was by now in such a state that she could not feel anything but euphoria, and Rebecca's head dropped back onto the bed, her eyes glazed over and she died.

Evie spent the rest of the day in Rebecca's room, the lifeless girl lying next to her while she lay back, a huge grin on her face as she enjoyed the enormous sense of power and euphoria that coursed through her veins. Eventually her pleasure subsided enough for her to find a dark corner to hide from the midday sun and fall into a blissful sleep. When night came round again she went over to the dead girl, reached out and closed her lifeless eyes before giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Rebecca," she said happily, "you were my best ever."

And then, once again, Evie Clemence disappeared into the night.

Epilogue:

One Month Later

It was a warm, clear evening, the stars shone and the new moon smiled down on the streets of London. Amongst the many houses in the many streets was there one house, in an extravagantly expensive neighbourhood, in which two naked blonde girls were tied to a bed with thick ropes around their hands and feet. They had been lying there for some hours, most of which they had spent screaming for help and trying not to look at each other. However during this time an as yet unspoken feeling was developing between them, one which was driving them both to distraction.

"Why won't anyone come for us?" whined Cleo loudly, trying to take her mind off the filthy thoughts running through her head.

"And more importantly" said Claudine, hoping Cleo would not notice the strange dampness between her legs, "who the hell tied us up in the first place?"

Cleo went silent for a moment, but again the idea of kissing Claudine and sucking on her nipples burst into the forefront of her mind.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, before crossing her legs and desperately trying to think of something else.

Claudine was having similar trouble, she had never thought about her friend like this before but it was making her pussy so wet and her nipples as hard as steel. She braved a quick glance towards Cleo's body, admiring her gentle curves and smooth skin.

"Get a good eyeful did you?" Cleo spat angrily, glaring at Claudine.

"Oh don't pretend you aren't feeling it too," Claudine said, half pleased the cat was now out of the bag, "you've been moaning away for the last half hour."

Cleo huffed but said nothing, and there was silence for a few minutes.

"Maybe..." began Claudine carefully.

"Maybe what?" asked Cleo impatiently when her friend did not continue.

"Maybe...this is what they want, whoever tied us up...and if we-" said Claudine.

Cleo looked horrified.

"I can't believe your even thinking it!" she screeched, "We do not perform for some filthy pervert."

"But..." continued Claudine hopefully, "if we just did something...maybe they would let us go..."

Cleo looked as if she was going to say something but hesitated. She could not deny that the idea had a certain appeal.

"Well..." she said slowly, "maybe a quick kiss...or something."

Claudine nodded eagerly. They looked across at each other, before hesitantly leaning closer until their lips touched and they kissed. Quickly they both jerked back, as though they had had an electric shock.

"Well," said Cleo eventually, "hopefully that was enough..."

She would have said more but Claudine launched at her, nearly breaking her own arm as she went. Their lips touched again and this time they did not stop, they just kissed passionately with the intensity and desperation of pure lust. They could not tell how long the embrace lasted, but all the time the frustration growing between their legs at their inability to touch or be touched intensified. Suddenly they heard footsteps from across the room. They both looked up in surprise.




The Adventures of Evie Ch. 04



"You...!?" Cleo shouted, surprised to recognise the oncoming figure.

The figure walked forwards, out of the shadows of the room. She was beautifully dressed and had wonderfully smooth pale skin. And, the girls noticed in their heightened state of arousal, she had wonderfully large breasts and a beautiful face framed by long, flowing red hair. Also her eyes were beautifully green.

"Your eyes!" breathed Claudine in wonder, "Rebecca, your eyes are so beautiful..."

"I thought you were dead..." said Cleo

"Stupid whore," smiled Rebecca, "I am going to cut you two horny little sluts loose now...are you going to be good girls?"

Cleo and Claudine looked at each other lustfully and shook their heads. Rebecca laughed and pulled a small knife from her dress and cut the ropes. The girls were on each other in seconds, frigging and sucking on each other like a pair of animals, desperately pushing each other towards orgasm. Rebecca just smiled; Cleo had cut herself on the knife trying to get free of the rope, so she leaned down and licked the blood off the girl's naked form. She smiled again and leaned back, closing her eyes and gasping with joy as the sensation hit her.

"Mmmm...Thank you so much Evie Clemence..." Rebecca moaned before stripping off and joining the action.