5 comments/ 21438 views/ 11 favorites Lovebites Ep. 01 By: Iggy_Ego The night Sophie was bitten was in late October -- it was an unusually cold night, in an unusually cold year. The young girl shivered as she stood outside in the yard of the Black family estates. Sophie should have brought a coat. Emmeline should have been there, she said she would be ; yet here it was 10 o'clock and she was alone. It shouldn't have surprised her. Emma didn't have the guts now, and Sophie thought she never would. Bold proclamations of true love be damned thought Sophie -- she threw the rose she'd picked earlier that day to the ground and turned to walk off, tears welling in her eyes. That's when she was grabbed from behind. An icy slender hand gripped her delicate neck, it was the kind of grip that could hold you there without being too firm, just the presence itself could keep you still, unmoving. Sophie's first thought was that it was Emmaline, her love come after all, come to make good on their promise meet tonight, and finally do what they'd secretly been wanting for several semesters. Alas, this was not the case. She knew it as soon as she heard the voice whisper in her ear " Still now child, be still " The voice was smokey and feminine, it obviously belonged to a woman. Lips brushed her neck and Sophie heard the mystery woman exhale warm breath -- suddenly Sophie was sleepy and couldn't stand another minute, she collapsed right there on the grass, crushing a perfect purple rose underneath her. The next day was a Monday and Sophie slept in late. She bolted upright sweating. She'd had the most vivid sex dream of her life. It seemed so real she could almost smell the sex and sweat. She glanced over at the clock and saw that she was late again. Yet she thought if she didn't shower and just left right then, she could make it in time -- so tying a bow in her long dark brown hair still wild from bed and incessant turning in the night, she rushed out the door. Sophie was in the second year of Sixth form at a prestigious school in south London. She was a fantastic student when she applied herself but lately her thoughts had been consumed with other things. Most frequently that other thing was Emmaline Black, Sophie best friend for the past 11 years, the better part of either girl's lives being only eighteen. Emma and Sophie had been inseparable all throughout their friendship. People said things about them, that they were secretly gay together. Lesbian lovers. At first when the girls themselves had gotten wind of these rumors they were in shock and were ashamed to think what others seemed to assume. Well, over a period of time Sophie began to really wonder about this -- she freely admitted to herself that she loved Emmaline more than anyone she knew. She couldn't say if that made her a lesbian or not, having never been in love. After all didn't all best friends love each other? When she got the courage one late afternoon after an hour of studying Sophie asked Emmaline if she loved her. "You know, at least as friends?" she asked hopefully. "Aww of course I love you Sophie, I'd be lost without you, you know that." This led to a hug during which Sophie took the chance to smell Emma's hair, it was a firey red shade with flecks of gold, and hung in curly locks down Emma's perfectly shaped girlish shoulders. The curls were light and wavy, not frizzy, it was the hair of angels Sophie always said. The kind of hair that other girls use numerous products and hours of primping and pampering to produce, yet Emma woke up with every day of her life. Still wrapped in the hug and they rocked back and forth. When they were pulling away just about to break the embrace Sophie got brave and lunged in and pecked Emmaline with a sweet kiss on the top of her freckled little nose, and laughed giggled nervously. The big surprise came when Emma herself returned that with one of her own,but a harder wetter one, still only on the nose -- but it seemed to signal an invitation. Before the girls knew it they were snogging full on, with open mouths snapping hungrily and drool running down the sides of their mouths as their tongues danced like enemies in a battle to the death pinning each other down, rolling over each other and playing for the dominant position. It was the most exciting experience their lives and it lasted for less than five full minutes. In their minds it seemed to go on for days. When it did finally subside and they again began to speak it was Sophie who broke first " That was, A-Mazing.Ya know, they already say we're lovers anyway, why not shove their words in their faces and just do it already. I can tell by that kiss you want to, and heaven help me, I want it too, I want you." Emma wasn't much of a verbal person, but she was a great listener and quite expressive when she wanted to be -- she agreed to meet Sophie outside her family estates that night and sneak into the old unused caretakers quarters for a late night rendezvous in which they would begin their sexual journey as deviants outside the safety of normalcy. Yet when the time came Emnaline had stood her up, and she had been left horny and letdown in more ways than one. Sophie still went to classes that day hoping she would talk Emma into reconsidering their proposed meeting there had to be chance, she knew Emmaline had genuine feelings for her. Emmaline was not at school. So Sophie suffered through it wondering if somehow her love had been discovered and destroyed before it was even allowed to flower. By the end of the day Sophie had settled on the theory that Emma had gotten sick, and therefore missed both their planned tryst and classes. This comforted her enough to get her through the day but when classes let out in the late afternoon she was right back to racking her nerves with worry. She called to no avail and even went to Emma's house where she saw a girl's outline in an upstairs window it had to be Emma ; the person stood there, apparently looking out, but didn't move to reveal themselves. After a half hour of fruitless waiting Sophie returned home where she cried her eyes out until she fell asleep. Sometime in the deep dark night Sophie awoke with a burning in her breast. She was hungry like she'd never been before. Her heart beat twice it's normal rate and a glance in the mirror showed her skin had developed a pale glow. Not understanding what was happening Sophie made her way to the balcony and jumped. She thought for a moment that madness had seized her and she was plunging to her death. But to her astonishment she found that she could float in midair, no, not just float, she could fly. No wings, no cape needed, all she did was shift her weight in a direction and off she went. Flying. Below her she saw houses and parks and streets and cars, but none of them called to her hunger. Her hunger was pulling her toward the South and soon she realized, she was once again at the Black family estate for the third time in just over twenty four hours . There was still a light on in the upstairs window belonging to her love, the source of her carnal desire and the reason for her sudden insatiable need. Sophie drifted up to the window where she gave it a knock that nearly broke the glass. She seemed to have acquired some new strength along with the ghostly pallor and the power of flight. Emmaline opened the window fright clear on her face. "Soph -- Sophie, wha- whats going on, are you, are you floating?" "Won't you invite me in Em? it's ever so cold out here, and I'm freezing." In truth she wasn't cold at all despite the time of year. "My god, you are cold, just look at your complexion you must be half frozen." her concern was genuine. And so without further thought Emmaline Black let her best friend of eleven years into her bedroom window after midnight in one unusually cold winter in London, England. Lovebites Ep. 02 As Sophie entered the bedroom she reached out to touch Emmaline, attempting to draw her in for a hug, and some body warmth.Emma was still scared and shivered a little in response but ultimately she gave in and let her friend wrap her slender arms around her. Despite all logic, Sophie in fact seemed to be warm already, at least to the touch. Emma said, "Sophie, are you sick? You look to be freezing but I think you're running quite a fever." She asked this and her voice cracked slightly, as if she might be getting a bit worried and suspicious. Instead of answering Sophie posed a question of her own through nearly purple lips. "Are you, Em, I mean are you sick?" before receiving a reply she continued "You weren't there last night, or at school today. It really disappointed me Emmaline Black, more than you'll ever know. You broke my heart when you didn't show". Her eyes were wet with tears now and she was backing Emma up to the large bed. "I, I, just got cold feet is all Sophie, I didn't mean to hurt you, I still, I still love you, as a friend. I'm just not quite sure of the rest yet." Sophie didn't understand what was coming over her, she was not an aggressive girl. But now, in this moment she would not be denied what was promised to her. There was a burning in her chest and a buzzing in her head that blocked out all other thought – she was now more than ever a creature of base impulses and she let her desires take complete control. Her thin arm shot out in a blinding movement and she instantly had Emmaline by the throat. "Well Em, that's all well and good, I'd have let it go – would have, if you'd at least shown up to turn me down to my face. But you didn't. And I stood outside your house all night, waiting. Now I take what's mine." She then fluidly grasped Emmaline's waist and dipped like they were ballroom dancers. In this pose she held Emmaline, who was now in all out open-mouthed shock. That open mouth soon found Sophie's warm tongue inside it – probing deep, playing on her love's teeth and nearly choking her in the process. It was snakelike and seemed to have a mind of it's own, it also felt like it may have grown in length, only days before when the two had first made out it was normal, now it was longer, stronger, and so very different. Emmaline hardly had time to think of this however as Sophie finished the kiss she reached out once more and removed Emma's nightgown, and sent it falling to the carpet in tatters. Emmaline stood before her best friend now stark naked and shaking in fear. Still as Sophie removed her own dress and revealed her pale glowing skin, Em could not help being aroused. It was the first time she'd beheld a fully nude body that wasn't her own and it was stunningly beautiful. "Now Emmaline dearest, on the bed." Emma had no choice but to obey, and truth be told just now she wanted nothing more than to do just as commanded. As she lay back Sophie again moved in a blur and was immediately atop her small trembling form. Sophie again began to kiss her but quickly moved on to other places; she ran her masterful tongue up and down every inch of Emmaline Black, tasting sweat brought on by fear and arousal. She licked with a fierce passion at Emma's face, neck shoulders, and arms – it was as if she wanted to get every single spot wet with her saliva. She even licked Emma's armpits and was very turned on by the softness there. She kissed at Em's arms and sucked on each of her fingers in turn. When she had finally worked her way to Emmaline's chest she stopped to take in the beauty of pert small breasts. The nipples were hard and point and she bit on testing Emma, she heard a sigh, but it was not so much pain as it was a stimulated whimper. When she was done there she forcefully spread Emmaline's legs apart and buried her face in her previously unloved sex. Her pubic hair was light and thin and it's golden flecks matched the locks that covered Em's head, that had made Sophie so incredibly envious. Now there was no envy because she knew she was the one in control. Sophie did her worst, although by the sounds Emma made, the argument could be made that she did her absolute best. She slobbered and slurped the delicate lips of Emmaline Black's nether lips. The taste was sweet and maddening for both – For Sophie it was obvious why – but for Emma too, this was, if she were honest, amazingly wonderful. Emmaline began to heave and writhe with pelvic thrusts that aided Sophie in her task. She pulled at Sophie's long brown hair as she wiggled with pleasure, and suddenly even after all that had occurred she worried she had hurt Sophie pulling on her hair too hard. Sophie looked up from her labor of love, and smiled with a devilish grin, there were juices dripping down her chin and she lapped them up with her own tongue not letting a drop fall to stain the bedsheets and leave evidence of the deed. She wasn't satisfied with just one climax so without being asked she continued and promptly worked another out of Emmaline who was at this point in a state of lust driven bliss. She had her eyes closed through most of it – thinking to herself that maybe it was just a vivid dream she would wake up from in time. But Gods save her she didn't want it to stop, ever. She began to feel as if she were floating, and slowly inched open on eye ; the discovery made her scream, she was floating inches off the bed, and Sophie was still holding her like that in midair. The noise of the scream startled Sophie who shot up immediately and held her hand over Emma's mouth. Then inexplicably on an animalistic impulse Sophie bit down on her friend's skin, in the commotion though she missed the neck, and instead sunk her teeth into the other girl's shoulder. They were both scared confusd at this – Emma curling up defensively and Sophie recoiling in fright of herself for what she had just done. Without a word she jumped out the still open window and out into the dark London night. Sophie was beginning to feel weak and when she got home and didn't make it inside her house before collapsing on the ground in the yard. She was sure she was near death as blackness took her completely and utterly. When she opened them again she was in dark room somewhere. It was not home that was certain. The walls were stone, as if it may have been a castle, candles cast the only light in the whole place. Sophie was sweating in shock as the details of her night came rushing back – then there was the sound of a door closing and a figure stood before her. It was a woman to be sure but she was having trouble collecting her thoughts enough to make anything but an estimated height of about 5 ft 10in not tall by a lot of people's standards, but tall to her. Sophie stood to a height of only 5ft 3in and to her personal dismay it seemed as though that part of her at least, had stopped growing. The woman stepped forward from the shadows to reveal delicately beautiful features. The highlight of which were her eyes which shown a dazzling blue-green shade that made Sophie think of the sea on a bright morning. Her hair was blond and wavy and framed her face to perfection. She smiled easily and put out her hand to be held. "Hello there sweetling, I, am Christine. Your maker, and master." She stated the matter simply and flatly, and there was no questioning her authority. Still this woman did not appear that much older than herself twenty perhaps ; but if her impressions were correct and this was in fact a vampire she could be any age at all and even with the command in her voice she seemed anything but threatening. Then she smiled a second time and there was no doubt – a sharp pair of fangs peeked from her moistened lips and she flicked her tongue, long and red, between them. Sophie finally spoke " But if, if you're m-my master and your like me, why aren't you pale?" She said this gesturing to her own skin which still emitted a soft glow. "Oh that, that's because you haven't fed yet darling." "Fed? But I bit... I bit Emma." "Biting isn't the same as feeding. But you couldn't now, even if you wanted – not really. Your teeth haven't come in all the way. First you require nourishment." The Lady Christine continued, "Being that I am your master, I'm the only one fit to give it. Now come here and suckle at your maker's tit, milk always is the easiest way to development. There are other methods of course, but those are far more painful to the progeny, that would be you." With this Christine opened her kimono and bared her sizable breasts – they were big and soft and not quite perfectly round, they had heft to them and were undoubtedly the most fantastic boobs Sophie had seen in her eighteen years as a human. She did not need to be told twice, as she raised one tip to her hungry drooling mouth. The milk was warm and felt like a restorative balm. Sophie's aches and pains melted and her temperature too, seemed to instantly stabilize. Sophie made happy contented sounds sucking those marvelous orbs. When she finally managed to pull away for a moment a suctioning noise accompanied the break. She asked curiously " So, if you're producing milk, does that mean you're pregnant?" "Oh no of course not silly child, I am a mother and maker – as a creator of life I am always plentiful in the appropriate nectar and nutrients, you will come to know this. But we vampires need no such thing as conventional methods". Her question answered Sophie went back in and resumed her joyful task and by the time she heard the one posed to her she could not answer so she looked up into her maker's eyes and nodded when she said " Like the Kimono? 13h century Japanese, authentic" The Lady Christine was pleased. Lovebites Ep. 03 Emmaline Black woke with a fever and a memory. A memory of Sophie, licking her, loving her, and then biting her ; leaving from an open window on the third-story of the Black family estate. Emma could not shake the image of Sophie's shocked face as she pulled away. The window was still open and there was frigid air blowing inside. She felt her forehead and knew she was coming down with something serious. Having missed the last day of classes for pretending to be sick in order to avoid Sophie seemed silly now in the light of a new day. Yet it made staying home a second day, when she really needed the rest all the more simple to ensure. When her mother came round to wake her she hadn't even asked if Emmaline was feeling any better -- the cold sweat was proof enough to keep her home for another day. The day seemed to drag as Emmaline drifted in and out of fitful sleep. When she eventually took a shower sometime around noon she was struck by the marks on her body as she stood naked in the mirror. There were red spots on her neck and shoulder -- the bite Sophie had attempted hadn't broken the skin fully but the contact was unmistakable. Her sex was also sore, but she figured that was normal considering all that had transpired. The ache there was dull and felt a little warm, but not the fevered kind of warm more of a pleasant fuzziness. The more she looked at the mark on her shoulder the more it seemed to irritate her, it was beginning to itch and she wondered silently if Sophie were sick with something crazy and had now infected her with the same bug. With all this on her mind Emma couldn't sleep despite her exhaustion. She half hoped she had dreamed the whole thing and had really gotten sick the day before and only forgotten in hazed confusion. But in her heart she knew there was something more, something much more dark and sinister at work. **** In the lair of the Lady Christine light wasn't allowed except for the natural light of fire. And so it was that Sophie sat at the feet of her maker, head bowed low in a show of absolute servitude. The color had begun to return to her skin as she was now well fed on the milk from Christine's ample bosom. What was even better was that her strength had seemed to grow to at least five times it's previous level and the mistress said that it would only continue to increase with time and training. If Sophie had her way she would never have stopped sucking those glorious tits and being filled with milk. Alas, the Lady explained that serious matters required their attention. " Yes my sweet, there shall be plenty of time for playing in the future, an eternity in fact -- but for now we have work to do. You see biting your little friend last night, that was ill-advised." She elaborated further when Sophie looked a little scared, to put her fears to rest. "Being the understanding maker I am, I know that the first experience with the hunger can lead to far worse things. What you need to know now is that time is of the essence, as underdeveloped vampires cannot become full-fledged makers. Your fangs haven't come in fully quite yet, and feeding progeny takes many things you still do not posses. " "mmm like milk?" said Sophie remember it's flavor in her mouth, now watering. "Yes, like milk. Though as I've said there are also other methods which you may learn of at another time. What you inflicted is what we call a soft bite. This doesn't make the vampires quite the same way -- and even more important it leaves them susceptible to a number of other afflictions ; the worst of these, for us, is the sisterhood of the softbites. A coven of witches who have been similarly victimized only to have the process of creation so rudely disturbed." She now appeared to be breaking into a full fledged speech " The wretched sisters as they call themselves are our sworn enemies from times long past and still to come. They too have attained immortality, albeit through different ritualistic means, and they see it as their duty to oppose all vampires and their activities in this world, and others. For the afterlife of me I can't figure why they hate us so. After all it is the vampires bite which makes their existence possible in the first place but here we are, years into bloody conflict with no end in sight." "You should know that they, unlike any other beings, even any other witches, can resist Vampiric charms, and once turned there is no going back" Sophie's head was now swimming with a myriad of questions about other worlds, vampires, witches and life, but her biggest concern somehow was still Emmaline. " So, what can we do to make sure these witches don't get to her, and if we do retrieve her, can you make her, the same way you made me?" "Well my dear, things are never so simple. As the Softbites are daywalkers and can get to their prey anytime and we, are still confined to shadows. Even more troubling is that over the past few months it seems as though the bitches have developed quite a knack at finding the victims to turn. To answer you though, if we do get her, I would be more than happy to help bring her into the fold but I must be honest when I say that chances are slim now but we shall make the best of the situation." Christine spoke with such an easy command that Sophie never even questioned her, it seemed the easiest thing in the world to follow her, and do exactly as she bid. Sophie looked at the clock and saw it was still the afternoon -- with no windows it was difficult to tell time but having fed so vigorously for the hours of the early morning she had no want at all for rest. "Mistress" said Sophie in a hopeful voice " If we must wait for nightfall to make our move, might we lay together first?" She licked her small sharp teeth and even drew a little blood from her own pink tongue. "I suppose we might my sweet little Sophie, I suppose we might" She said this and reached her long thin arm out to her yearning creation leading her back to a bed with purple satin sheets and big pink pillows. Sophie couldn't hold back her excitement and jumped in the bed and on hands and knees turned to face her Lady. Christine's approach was slow and seductive, enjoying the look of anticipation on the young girl's face. She was drooling from her tiny mouth and her eyes were screaming to be touched and prodded. Their first kiss of this encounter was long and sweet. Sophie obviously didn't have much experience kissing -- yet she seemed to have picked up some ideas after a night of sucking at Christine's breast. The kiss she gave included aggressive sucking of the lips and tongue of her mistress. When that was finally broken Sophie buried her face in the Christine's huge rack -- she stuck her tongue out while she did this and ran it along the curves of flesh yet when she got to the nipple she resisted the urge to go for more milk. As great as it tasted she wanted more now, tastes from other places. She wanted to be controlled. To be utterly submissive so in her best pleading voice she begged. " Lady Christine, please have your way with me, do anything to me, do everything to me." Christine for her part needed no further direction. Up to this point everything had been slow and easy, soft and sweet. Now was the prefect chance to see what this girl was really made of. She hadn't allowed herself a taste of her new progeny yet, for consideration of her difficult transition -- but it seemed as if Sophie was ready to play and the allure was too great to ignore now. As Christine removed Sophie's pale white nightgown and made her luminous skin bare and exposed the maker stopped for a moment to drink in everything before her. Sophie's pussy was soaked wet with want as Christine ran her hands over her quivering pussy lips -- the crack there was slight, and the older woman knew that it would be tight. Tighter, younger, and fresher than she'd had in years. She was sure now that she had made the perfect choice turning this one. It had been rather spur of the moment when she'd spotted Sophie but now she was thankful for that luck of happenstance; of course the plan to create had been in her head a while but previously she hadn't had the energy to deal with the responsibility of making another vampire. When she finally got around to penetrating Sophie's sex it was with one single finger, her long middle one. She eased it in and enjoyed the sound it provoked, a squeal of desire. She quickly began to pick up speed and soon stuck in a second finger, now the opening was wider and slick with bodily fluid. Christine smelled it on her fingers and licked at loving the taste -- strangely like rosewater. With that small sample she had to go in for a full taste and so with an expert tongue and a hungry heart the Lady Christine began licking and sucking at Sophie's vagina. She pushed in hard with her tongue spreading the lips and licking them with a healthy coating of spit -- it should be noted here that vampire spit, like all their excretions carries no small amount of pheromones which serve to heighten all sexual experiences. By this time Sophie was in a rather prone position on all fours leaning forward while her master ate her out furiously tongue-fucking her small tight hole. It was the best orgasm of Sophie's life and when she came much of it went right into Christine's open mouth. As has been explained the pheromones again only spurred the Lady to further passion. Next Christine bade her pet to clean her face of the likewise enchanted girlcum. Sophie gleefully adhered to the demand licking at all the wetness on the stunningly beautiful face of her creator. Sophie's small pink tongue was now covered in cum and spit and when she swallowed it her heart beat faster as if she'd taken a shot of adrenaline. Christine knew what to do with that excess passion and reached for something from her bedside table. At first the thing looked like just another wax candle. But if there is one thing that should be made clear it's that things are never quite as they seem in the home of a vampire. The candle was in fact a strap-on dildo. Or perhaps it should be called a strap-in dildo, because in a sense that's what it did. The wax at it's base when heated correctly with the nectar of a vampire became softer and easily malleable so that when Christine molded it in her warm hands she could fit it in her own sex as if it were actually connected to her, no strap-belt necessary. Putting it inside Sophie too was really an effortless task. Sophie was amazed at the feeling. It was unexpectedly hot, as body heat transferred from Christine brought out it's full potential. The edges were smooth and soft so that despite Sophie having never experienced penetration it all went in without any pain, and to her continued delight, maximum pleasure. Sophie also found that with her new abilities came and added flexibility she hadn't previously known. She came to this conclusion as Christine fucked her to a steady rhythm slowly raising the younger girl's soft white legs as she thrust forward -- soon Sophie's feet were nearly behind her head and as she was being drilled. It was fantastic in a way that she never imagined. Sophie screamed in ravenous lust as she came for the final time. The cum spilled forth from her womanhood like it never had, she was awestruck at the amount. Christine could not have been happier with her new vampire vixen. She'd forgotten the joy of creation having been away from it for so long, but now the thought of adding another to this little family seemed like an enticing prospect. She wondered if Emmaline Black were a suitable candidate. It had been her style, in years past to keep her profile low by having only one 'child vamp' at a time maybe it was time to rethink that strategy. She removed the candle-member from herself and held it out to her eager progeny whose eyes spoke of still-burning lust. Sophie stuck the end in her mouth and cleaned it with her tiny tongue which danced all around. She went to sleep like that, sucking the wax dildo like a baby might a pacifier. They had a big night ahead and would need to be at full strength if they were to successfully extract Emmaline from the Black family estate. Lovebites Ep. 04 Hours and hours of twisting and turning and Emmaline still had managed a wink of good sleep all afternoon. By the early evening she finally got lucky and was beginning to drift off as the sun peeked in her bedroom window as it was receding from view. Then as if sprung from a fevered dream Emmaline saw something amazing. Right before her weary eyes two women appeared out of thin air. The women were clad in black outfits, one wearing a skirt and small t-shirt and the other wearing a slick skintight getup that looked like something out of a super-heroes wardrobe. The two of them were locked in the embrace of lovers when they showed themselves and came apart just as quickly. When they turned their gaze on a shocked Emmaline Black the one in the skirt spoke first. " Hello there honey, we are here to save your life."Emmaline was stuck dumb and stuttered her response. "S-ssave me? From what? " Now it was the other woman's turn to talk. " Yourself for one, for another, and the vampires of course." "Vampires?" "Oh yes, you know, the pale things, nightflyers, like the one you were with just last night? " "H-How do you... know about " She was cut off and the first women resumed her speech " We have our ways darling, all will be made clear in time. What's important this minute is getting you out of here, before 'they' come for you. Of course, if you'd like to live the rest of your life as in a lightless existence and never see the sun again for all eternity ; we could leave you." "Wha- no, no, no, I can't live like that, I can't. But how can I just leave with two strange women I don't know a lick about?" "Oh darling, you will get to know us very soon, and licks are very welcome too, I might add" said the lady in the catsuit. The two women broke into fitful laughter at this and when they finally regained complete composure they both extended their hands reaching out. Emma didn't understand how but she felt pulled to them, and moved from her bed still wearing her pajamas, she took one hand, then the other -- and before she realized what was happening everything went black. XXX When Christine and Sophie arrived in the young night hours it only took the experienced mistress one glance at the room to realize they were too late. Emmaline had been taken, and it was no question who her abductors were. " Damn. The Softbites have her already." she said turning to a misty eyed Sophie " I'm afraid that we were too late. They've likely started their cursed ritual already." XXX Opening her eyes Emmaline was awed by brilliant light. It looked as though the three companions had emerged in a church of some kind. The walls were stone, and the ceiling was a high arched affair. Candles lined the walls. Emma felt a shiver through her whole body as she regained her footing on solid ground. " Like the digs?" said the woman in the skintight catsuit. "We just redecorated this month. " "Where, where are we?" questioned the younger girl. "This my dear, is the your new home, our home. The Church of the Sisterhood of Softbites, South London chapter." The honorific title was long and confusing and Emmaline's expression must have told them as much. "We just call it the Church, or home. I'm sure you are just full of all kinds of questions but there are matters we must attend to first, if you fancy living, anyway -- so, we will have to keep the introductions short and to the point. " "I," said the one in the skintight leather, "am Yevette." Yevette stood all of about 5ft 3 in height but carried herself with an air of confidence that made her seem very imposing. The woman may have been aged anywhere from thirty five to twenty five Emma couldn't be sure. She had dark brown curls that hung past her shoulders and deep blue eyes that shone with a knowing stare. Her boobs were big and despite her outfit they seemed full and uninhibited. She was slim and Emma wondered how her frame held up with such a large glorious chest. Her white skin seemed to glow with light, not as Sophie's had last night, this glow was almost golden and made her seem less threatening than she might have been considering the evening abduction. " This," said Yevette while gesturing toward the other woman, "is my sister Alana." Alana had black hair which she wore in girlish pig-tails. She had light brown skin that might be Latin, or possibly even Italian. She was a few inches taller than her sister and stood at maybe 5ft 5in. Her big brown eyes had a playfulness to them that Emmaline couldn't help but notice. Her breasts were somewhere around a C cup, not as large as Yevette's but still considerably larger than Emmaline's own. Alana looked younger than her fellow sister-witch maybe twenty or nineteen but both seemed impossibly experienced like they been around much longer. "You don't look like sisters to me." said Emma unable to mask her growing suspicion. "Oh well, we aren't really." said Alana. "At least not how you're thinking. If we were, that would've made how we found you last night all the more scandalous -- although I admit, it could be hot." "How did you find me then -- if you don't mind answering at least one more question?" "We were made aware of you last night, while we laid together. You see darling, Yevette here is what we sisters call a seer. This means that when she is properly motivated she can have visions -- and these visions act like beacons of light that shine on potential sisters. As with the ritual we shall be preforming shortly, a vision like that, takes no small amount of juice. How we extract it, that's the fun part, as you shall soon know." Yevette spoke up and commanded attention. " Without further ado we must now retire to the bed chamber and initiate you Emmaline. We must make quick work of the ritual -- because if we tarry now you may fall into a very deep, very fatal sleep." Emmaline was suddenly very scared but she followed the two women into the bed chamber quickly feeling again, that unexplainable magnetic pull. "This" explained Yevette " Is the ritual of binding. With it you shall be made into one of us, a sister of the softbite. When it is complete you will know unimaginable power, how that manifests is yet to be determined but one thing is certain. You shall gain immortality, for now, and all time to come, you shall not die." She paused here, for dramatic effect. " Alana darling, please help the girl undress." "My pleasure sister. " With that Alana advanced on Emmaline and began to pull her clothes off and cast them to the floor. Her cotton pajamas came off quickly and soon she was bare for both of them to appreciate. Fully nude the young redhead was a sight to behold and Alana was licking her lips staring at Emma's perfectly white, lightly freckled flesh. "I'll apply the oils." Alana was nearly skipping across the room in glee. When she returned she bade Emma to lay back on the bed. Yevette began intoning what seemed to be a songlike chant. It was difficult for Emmaline to pick up the words as she was increasingly aroused but she distinctly heard the words flesh, sex, light, and love. The first touch from Alana's hands was warm, the oil was pleasing to Emma's skin and it seemed to cure her of all her ills, she was no longer scared and her fever had gone. She couldn't tell why, but she felt a sense of safety in the hands of these strangers unlike any she had ever experienced. Alana enjoyed the soft feel of Emma's body -- she massaged gently knowing just how to work in the oils in the right places. She rubbed sensually at Emma's arms, chest and legs, stopping for a while to inspect and fondle Emmaline's small pert breasts. Her nipples had gone rock hard and it pleased Alana to no end. " This one will be fun Yevette, I can tell." Next Alana rubbed down her legs all the way to her dainty girlish feet. She rubbed the soles and even between the toes, getting the girl to giggle a little as she tickled her. Emma was lost in the moment, Alana's hands explored every inch of Emmaline Black -- saving her excited sex for last. When she did finally get there Alana spread the lips open and felt their wetness, their delicate feminine perfection. She fingered the hole, but not in an overtly sexual fashion. It was more of a professional manner -- like that of a doctor checking a patient. She was pleased . "Tight, yes very tight, now Emma on your tummy darling." Emmaline was only too eager to comply. The inspection began again except this time it was Emma's backside which received the attention. Her butt was immaculate, untouched, unloved. Alana massaged it with a fresh squirt of oils to make it all the more pleasant for the initiate. Yevette continued to chant in a low guttural tone. She picked up pace and intensity so much that Emmaline may have gotten worried had she not been rendered completely oblivious to the spell being cast. But as she was, entirely engrossed in the feel of Alana's touch. Alana slowly pulled apart Emma's ass cheeks and admired the cutesy appearance of the virgin hole. She ran a finger up and down the crack and enjoyed the shiver it sent down Emmaline's body. " Even tighter than that adorable cooch, as expected. You know, you're very lucky to be turned now, when it's like this. Means it'll stay like that for eternity tight and ever so wonderful." This time no finger went inside though in truth Emma was a little disappointed at this. Yevette had stopped chanting and signaled to her sister-witch to end the preliminary stage. Emmaline was confused she rolled back over sat up and said. " Is it over, am I... done?" Yevette was only too happy to answer her in the negative. "Oh no sweet thing, that was only the preparation spell, to make the next part easier, and ultimately more fun." Emmaline looked to Alana for a further explanation. The pig-tailed vixen was giddy and clapping her hands which had just recently finished indulging in everything that had been the mortal Miss Emmaline Black "Now, we join in the binding -- now, we fuck." Emma was taken aback, although the more she thought about it the less it bothered her. In fact she was quite looking forward to the prospect. She remembered what they had told her about sex as a ritual which channeled their magic and understood. Still she was surprised when both of the older women began to undress. She had assumed after the other part, that it would be a one on one experience, she hadn't thought Yevette would take part in such a physical way. Though when she saw them both, fully naked and alluring, she was glad. Neither woman had a single blemish or mark of aging on their bodies. Yevette's skin was white and pale, it made Emma think of porcelain dolls. Alana's was creamy too but in a shade that was light brown, it reminded Emma of coffee, with milk in it, silky and smooth. "So we're all going to do it?" Asked Emma still amazed at this turn of events. "Well" said Alana, " The more sisters that partake in the ritual the stronger the binding. It leaves us all linked so we can always find you, wherever you are in the worlds." The pluralization of worlds gave Emma pause but she didn't have time to process it, as Yevette and Alana each took one of her hands in turn and began to kiss it. The two older women now flanked Emmaline on the bed and were kissing up her arms and shoulders, Emma lay back and nearly forgot to breathe -- she had begun to hold her breath without even realizing it. Twin pairs of lips tasted Emma and now were both alternately kissing the spot where Sophie had bitten her the night before. Their mouths were warm and felt fantastic on her skin. The two full-fledged witches kissed each other leaning just so over Emmaline -- she watched them in rapt fascination. Her hungry horny mouth watered just looking and she bent over and began to nibble at one of Yevette's nipples. "I told I felt good about this one." said Alana as she began to lick at Emmaline's small tits. She was almost kitten-like in her playfulness and vigor. It didn't take Alana long to go for the best real estate on Emmaline's person. Which of course was her moist sex, primed and ready to be pleased. Alana's wet tongue was hot on the nakedness of Emma's womanhood. She flicked her experienced tongue around the pussy, not delving deep inside but instead running softly over it's surface. She made a loud slurping noise and kissed the crevasse. She sucked on the lips and kissed them, almost as if they were the ones on her face. " Yevette, darling, you simply must have a taste of her, she is divine." Emmaline had never been more flattered in all her life and thought she could die right then and be happy, but one more second of thought and she realized the fantastic truth -- that after tonight she might enjoy this for years, and centuries to come. Yevette's licks were longer and slower than those of Alana. It made Emmaline wonder how different people were in bed, how for instance would she do it? She didn't have to wonder at this for long because in a few minutes Alana offered up her own stimulated sex for tasting. Emma attacked it with fierce passion she had never known and didn't even worry about being clumsy or doing it wrong. She plunged her tiny tongue deep inside Alana and rejoiced in the moans she made. She tried to kiss it, the way Alana had done with her, and loved the feel of the pussy lips in her mouth. Their tender wetness had Emmaline burning with desire. She made muffled noises of lustful happiness. She could have remained like that forever and she would not have complained but the witches had other plans for her. Yevette had left the bed during this and began to rummage around in nearby chest of drawers. She pulled out a stap-on dildo and grinned wide, fixing it around her slender waist. By the time she returned to the bed Alana was nearing climax and told Emmaline to get ready for it. When she came it was hard and messy, maybe the most cum Emmaline had ever seen from one climax in her eighteen years. The cum was warm and sugary in her mouth and Emmaline loved it. She hadn't imagined it would be like that at all, and indeed it wasn't like that in normal circumstances but spellcraft did weird things and this was just one of them. "Don't miss a drop sweet thing. Every little bit helps the magic grow stronger." Emmaline had no idea how this was so but obeying the command was something she would have done in any case, it tasted so good. Yevette was ready to get back into the fray of feminine hormones and frenzied friction of female flesh. As if by instinct Emma's body reacted and she spread her legs. It was as if her body were calling to Yevette and begging for what her mouth had yet to ask for. Yevette spread the younger girl's legs apart and slowly sweetly penetrated her sex with the rubber member. At first she only inserted the head of it, only the tip. She began to work more of it inside in a steady rhythmic patten and before long she had the girl taking nearly the whole shaft of her toy-tool. Emmaline came hard, after only a few minutes of his and left the strap-on slick with juices. She was a little embarrassed at how quickly she'd lost control and came but the expressions of the Alana and Yevette told her everything was going fine. They both seemed very content with the results they were seeing in their young protege. Alana had begun to finger her own pussy watching Yevette fuck Emma and was rapidly working three fingers inside herself while her tongue flicked out from between her smiling lips. Next Yevette positioned her young plaything on her hands and knees and told her to put that pretty butt of hers in the air. She didn't penetrate it with the member but she did suck on her own finger a moment and began to rub the hole a little, the sensation ticked Emma and she shivered again. Yevette may have considered that hole for a moment but instead went again for the soaking vagina. It was even wetter now than before and as she penetrated it doggy-style Emmaline felt the most sublime pleasure yet. This angle provided for a whole different kind of stroke with the dildo and the thrusts sent the girl into a state of lust-filled bliss. To add to the hottness of it all Alana now came around the side first drooled so her spit ran down into Emmas puckered butthole. Seconds later in a move of raunchy genius Alana began to eat out the tiny tight hole. She speared it with her tongue and kissed with her lips wet with saliva. Once again this drove Emmaline Black to a shuddering climax, being penetrated with toy and tongue at the same time. It was a harmonic kind of unity and togetherness that blossomed in the most intimate of moments. When it was all over Emmaline had cum more times than she had thought possible and she fell asleep without even being able to ask anymore questions. It didn't matter though, there would be time for all that later. Emmaline Black was now officially a Sister of the Softbite, or as they sometimes jokingly called themselves, softies. She would know unimaginable power and great ability in the future. Yet conflict, now, was an unavoidable fate. She would now be the sworn enemy of her former best friend and one-time lover Sophie. London, and the indeed, the world as they knew it would never be the same again. Lovebites Ep. 05 Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings it was surprisingly easy for Sophie to put it all aside and trust in her mistress. She still hadn't quite worked out why this was so, but it seemed that whenever Christine issued a command, the rest of the universe didn't matter and she just went to work doing what was asked. Of course when this pertained to sex the pull was obvious and need not be explained. The Lady Christine's body was to her the most inviting and alluring thing she'd ever known. Yet even when her duties had nothing to do with that, like when she was told to return home one night, to the place she had lived before being turned -- and her Lady bade her to get her clothes and then leave promptly once more, she did not argue a moment. Even when she was forbidden from speaking to, or even glancing at her parents, Sophie had no difficulty obeying orders. By all logic that should not have been an easy thing. Christine's instruction in the matter was all she needed and it was done. This ease she felt with her mistress by her side gave her comfort she had never felt. Sophie honestly believed that with Christine to protect and guide her nothing could go wrong. This fact made what happened a few days later all the more disconcerting. Christine was visibly upset. She had woken from her usual slumber with wide eyes and if Sophie hadn't known any better she'd have thought she saw fear in those sparkling blue eyes. " Sophie, my darling something is wrong." "What?"was all the young vampire could muster in response. "I've had a premonition dear. And It isn't good. What's more is that I think it concerns your Emma, at least somehow, maybe indirectly. The thing is, in my premonition, or dream, I saw her. And something, or someone else. I guess we can be absolutely sure of the fact that miss Black is no longer among the mortal beings of the worlds. Exactly what this means I can't be sure but I have a sneaking suspicion that we could be in for some serious trouble." "What kind of trouble?" asked Sophie concerned. "The softbites have always been a nuisance but nothing I can't handle. This has to be something more, I feel it in my soul darling. Perhaps those witches have done something, made a pact with demons of demigods. Similar deals have been struck before and it wasn't good for our kind. See, our immortality is, shall I say still as yet imperfect. True nothing mortal, nor equal, can kill us. Sunlight of course can hurt, but really only leads to sun-sickness which can be healed with enough rest. But there are ways we may die. Rare as the threats may be they do exist. For now I will spare you the gory details but I think that I may need to call in some help." All these revelations were hitting Sophie like a ton of bricks. She could die after all. So many questions were now swirling through her head but the one she seized on and repeated out loud was a simple one. "W-who would help us?" Christine said simply "we need a fixer." XXX The sound of insects could be heard as they scurried across a damp wet floor in a deep dark tunnel A loud audible crunch was made as a beetle was crushed to wet bits on the cavern floor. The fixer loved the noise and feeling of it as the lower lifeforms being squished and exterminated under her sharp, black, high heeled shoes. Truth be told she would have enjoyed it just as much barefoot. It was a powerful sensation that bordered on an erotic experience for her. To take life in an instant, so utterly and completely was a real satisfaction for her. That was what made being a fixer so damn fun. A fixer, in this sense was a very high order of vampire ; Loners in most cases fixers were vamps who delighted in killing. They were not mad, that would have made them rouges and utterly cut off from the larger vampire community. On the contrary fixers were valued by any vamp with good sense. They were the assassins of all things otherworldly. From werewolves to devils and demons of all kinds. It was strictly forbidden of course to contact a fixer to kill another vampire, but it did happen from time to time if the price was right. This particular fixer was named Rebecca. She was beautiful, almost beyond words. She stood to a height of 5ft 5 inches but walked with an air of supreme confidence that came with knowing power even most vampires could only dream of. Rebecca was no ordinary vampire. She inherited her uncommon abilities in her equally uncommon birthing. Rebecca was the lovechild of a vampire and a succubus -- a demon of hell's seventh circle and devourer of souls. What all this meant in practical terms was that Rebecca could not be a maker in the conventional sense ; but this downside was made up for by her increased strength, speed, and a special skill that no one else even knew she possessed. Rebecca was a leecher of supernaturals. Meaning she could steal their powers and lifeforce thereby growing stronger with each kill she made. This is what drew her to fixing in the first place, but she found that as time went on it really was an enjoyable job. Despite the joy she found in her work Rebecca did have an intense desire to create. If she couldn't do it with bites she thought she must find other means. Her original instinct was to do it the way her parents had, the way human did it. But upon reflection she thought better of that. Male supernaturals were a real pain in the ass, and always thought that they were superior beings. Rebecca knew the falsity in that belief having dispatched any number of them in her past. She was clearly capable of raising the thing on her own. The real trick was to figure out how to achieve her goal alone. After several weeks of planning Rebecca had finally settled on an idea that just might work. This was how she found herself wheeling a coma patient through the subterranean passageways beneath London. She stole away this particular comatose cutie-pie in the late hours of the night. The extraction had been easy with her speed. When she arrived back home, in a disused mansion she had procured just days before Rebecca pushed her prize inside the room basement bedroom she had chosen for the coming experiment. Rebecca brushed her long black hair out of her hazel green eyes and pulled the sheets down to get a full look at her specimen. The girl before her had auburn hair to her slender girlish shoulders. Her eyes were dark and almost gray in color. She had a lower lip piercing that Rebecca liked a lot. Rebecca had several piercings of her own ; including both nipples, her ears, and several dermal implants -- some of which were in the back of her delicate neck. The most erotic work of all though was the dermal implants on her tender pussy. The implants protruded from the softest of all feminine flesh and were placed in a line leading downward so that they eye of any luck enough to look upon them followed ever closer to the pretty little slit. For Rebecca the procedure had been nothing, of course she charmed the body artist into doing the job free of charge as well. She could have done this with a glamor, which is what most vampires did to bend the will of others, but Rebecca never even needed to use her skills, the guy would have done it anyway just for the sheer eroticism of it all. As Rebecca remembered the pain of that piercing a burning desire began to grow in her chest. She decided at this point to strip down and get comfy. If she were right about this hunch she'd need to get her pheromones going. The victim / patient was now moved from the hospital stretcher and laid out on Rebecca's large bed. She had slightly bigger breasts than Rebecca's own yet the vampire never for a moment felt envious. Her boobs may not have been big, but they were perfectly proportioned considering her smallish frame. What Rebecca liked most of all on this girl was her feet, they were delicate and soft to the touch if a little big. The size was understandable because the coma patient was probably a full six feet tall. Just about perfect for what Rebecca had planned. She needed a helper with enough size and strength to do some heavy lifting, if by chance she could not be there to do it herself. Rebecca was going to wake this girl up from her unending slumber and put her to work. She had theorized that it might be possible with the fully dead, however this seemed a safer bet. By animating someone in this state she did not need to provide quite the same spark of life. This would be much easier she thought. In stories it seemed that electric energy was always the impetus for this kind of thing. However Rebecca had something far better. She had her own blood. She wasn't interested in making this doll ( this is how she had come to think of it in her head) an ultra powerful being so she would have to be careful about the dosage. She first considered cutting her arm and dripping some blood down the girl's throat but she realized that that might kill her. She could not be entirely sure that the specimen wouldn't go into convolutions upon being dosed and choke to death. This had been known to happen in some cases of normal vampire turnings. Oral entry was a risk, but vaginal entry might just do it. So with a little extra thought Rebecca removed her socks and sat down with a sewing needle. She proceeded to poke a tiny hole in her big toe on her left foot. It was a tiny poke but the blood that came from it was considerable. Next she got up on the bed and positioned the doll's body so that she could gently push her toe inside the feminine sex. It was dry in there at first, and that was only to be expected of a coma patient. But as the blood got flowing and made it's way in the vaginal crease Rebecca picked up a sudden increase in her subject's heartbeat. It was doing something at least! She jammed her foot in there farther, now several toes and penetrated and there was fair amount of wetness making the movement easier. The fixer was enjoying herself, even if this didn't pan out how she had hoped, she could still have fun tonight. Rebecca wiggled her toes loving the feeling she was starting to drool a little and soon she was rubbing at her own stimulated womanhood. Her fingers were well practiced as she worked them inside herself. She had three full fingers in and was leaning back staring up at the ceiling when suddenly she heard a muffled noise. She sat up, at the same time driving her toes deep inside her half-living doll and saw that the girl's eyes were moving, darting frantically from side to side. Her mouth was trying to say something but it wasn't coming out right. It was only simplistic grunts and guttural noise. " Dolly, Dolly are you trying to say something dear? " The name had been entirely spur of the moment but to Rebecca it seemed to fit just fine. The expression from Dolly was panicked but she couldn't muster a real verbal response. Rebecca needed to test her ability to command her creation so she took her foot from where it had been and placed it in front of her toy. "Lick." was all she a said. Dolly looked momentarily confused but after a few seconds of what might be considered thought she stuck her tongue out. She still hadn't mastered movement so all she did to start was leave it hanging out like a dog might. "Lick." commanded Rebecca once more. Dolly was honestly trying it seemed as she began to straighten her tongue. Rebecca was tired of waiting for her to get it right on her own so she put her foot right up in Dolly's face, seconds later she got the response she was hoping for. Dolly's tongue was hot and wet on Rebecca's toes and once she got a taste she couldn't get enough of it. She slobbered on her maker's foot and sucked on the toes as if they were candy, and she hadn't eaten for years. Essentially this was true -- being a coma patient meant that she'd been fed intravenously and tasting Rebecca's skin had been the first such experience for her in a long time. It may have been the blood, or ravenous hunger but after a few minutes Dolly did something bad. She bit Rebecca's toe as it was in her mouth. Rebecca immediately responded by removing her foot -- which resulted in a puppy like whimper from her creation. Rebecca wasn't deterred in her need for punishment though. She knew that setting boundaries was absolutely paramount to this little scheme succeeding. So she commanded Dolly to lay on her lap, a command that was met with confusion so that Rebecca eventually had to pick her up herself and bend her lithe from over her knee herself. Rebecca began to spank her naughty slave telling her " Bad. Bad Dolly. Never bite. Never bite your master." If Dolly could try tears she would have, as it was she only whimpered some more. Yet when her ass cheeks were sufficiently sore and pink from barehanded spanking they had what could only be taken as a monumental breakthrough -- when Dolly spoke her first words. "Yes, Yes, Master. No, No Bite Master. Lick, Lick Master. No Bite." Rebecca couldn't have been more pleased with herself. She said in response only, "Good. Good Dolly." Rebecca would now be the most sought after fixer in all the worlds -- because she unlike any other vampire, had a day-walker slave at her disposal. Lovebites Ep. 06 There was a knock at the door. Lady Christine moved to open it, but stopped just second to glance at Sophie. The look was intended as a warning for the young vampire to be on guard. Any supernatural letting a fixer into their home was taking big risks -- that much was common knowledge, but this situation called for a professional. When Christine opened the door she there was a flash of color and movement. The full-blooded vamp turned around startled to find her guest standing there looking amused. Rebecca said flatly " You called?" She phrased like a question, but they already knew the answer. Christine hadn't worked with, or contracted Rebecca before but she heard from several reliable sources that this woman was the best fixer in London. Hell, the whole of Europe even. One tale told said she had once killed a arch-mage conjurer in the American Embassy in Paris without raising so much as eyebrow, let alone an alarm. The real kicker to that story was not only that it was in fact true -- but that Rebecca had done the job entirely of her own accord, after the idiot wizard in question had been stupid enough to criticize her beautiful tattoos within her hearing. Never mind that Rebecca's hearing range was far beyond the norm, or that it could penetrate solid stone buildings. Christine was still a little thrown off by Rebecca's entrance but she was composed enough not show it when she spoke. " Yes. We" She said gesturing toward Sophie "Need some assistance. My lovely Sophie here is still young, and she needs time to get her bearings. The problem, as I see it, is that we may not have it. I had a premonition last night. It concerns a local softbites coven. Recently it seems as though they are getting the jump on vampire activity." "Just say what needs to be done, and i'll get to work." Rebecca was all business. "First, I wish to know how they are divining vampire presence. Then, if necessary you may need to do some killing. Its really not my style to get needlessly violent, but if this pattern persists it shall become much harder for all of us to get things done. Worse still it may keep our numbers from growing and at the same time see theirs grow to unimaginable proportions. That, my dear Rebecca, is unacceptable." She had made her pitch and now stood waiting for a response. "Well, I can't say I'm too thrilled with a job that only has a 'chance' at getting physical. As needlessly violent, IS my style, but your point is well taken about the difficulties for us all, should the softbite population get out of control. I heard just last week that a Moscow coven is bragging about it's unprecedented number of fresh initiates. The events may be connected in some way. I shall enjoy looking into it I think." Rebecca left her true reason for motivation unsaid. Every job presented new chances to acquire special skills. This one, may very well be something that would bring those smug full-bloods to their knees. A position she personally would love to see them in, all the better for groveling at her feet. "I'll be in touch soon." With that Rebecca was gone again in a blur. Christine and Sophie were left looking amazed and a little uneasy after the meeting. Christine spoke. "I want you to stay on your toes around that one. Fixers are unpredictable at best, and this one seems a tad too eager for my taste" XXX Rebecca was quick in locating what she thought was the coven's base of operations. It had been surprisingly simple really. The bitches were always so fond of church architecture and what passed for subtlety in their circles seemed like a red flag for anyone who knew the lore of a city. The church in question had been the site of a rather grisly virgin sacrifice in the 1700's and was rumored to be very haunted. Witches couldn't resist such things, they quite wrongly assumed that a history of such events made their protective wards stronger and thus made their hideaway harder to detect. This might be the case with a supernatural just born, but Rebecca had enough experience to know better. She licked her lips in anticipation of a fun night ahead. XXX Yevette was was growing a little annoyed with her sister-witches. Ever since Emmaline's initiation Alana had become enthralled with the younger girl. Their playtime sessions seemed a non-stop marathon of sighs and moans. In certain circumstances this would not have been an issue. Perhaps if they had invited her to join them in their games she would have felt different. Still, she envied their passion and energy. It seemed to Yevette that even immortals got tired after a while. She had been doing a disproportionate amount of travel lately. Her gift for Seeing had grown more powerful over the past few months and the larger Softbite authorities had taken notice when they'd discovered more of ways to put it to use. She had just gotten back from Russia, and the cold hadn't seeped out of her bones yet. Yevette had orders to carry out, but she would need some things first for a very elaborate ritual. She thought of asking the girls to come along but rightly figured that they were off in Emma's bedchamber having fun. So, she would go to the apothecary alone. Just as Yevette opened the door to the church she saw a hazy flash of light pass and felt a sudden poke at her neck. She fell limply into the arms of Rebecca's silent companion and creation. Dolly caught the body and looked to her master for approval. Rebecca's smile told her she had done well. XXX Rebecca's familiarity with the London's old underground tunnels helped her locate the perfect place for the planned interrogation. It was an old prison of some kind, small but efficient. Rebecca wondered if it might have been used by one of London's wealthier citizens who had need of a single holding cell and what looked like the tools of torture. There was a metal table and stocks in the middle of the room. They were the old fashioned kind they used to use for public punishment, the ones that had holes for a prisoners head and hands and forced them to stand bent over while they were either flogged or held so crowds could throw rotten fruit at them for a laugh. Rebecca laughed now. She was pulling out her sewing needle and dipping it in an anesthetic. She had dosed it with something stronger for the capture. She hadn't wanted her prey to have time to scream out, but now what she needed was something that wouldn't knock the witch out, just render her temporarily immobile long enough to get the job done. Rebecca did intend on getting the info she was contracted for, just what she would do with it was still up in the air. Dolly laid Yevette on the cold steel table and moved over to the corner to watch the show. Her master had instructed her to watch everything, it seemed that Dolly was very much a visual learner. Everything she saw could come in use later on, whether it was tricks of the fixer trade, or new exciting ways to please her master sexually Dolly was eager to be educated. Yevette's eyes began to flutter open. She looked up and knew she was in deep trouble. Her body felt numb and she was suddenly aware of a small sharp pain as Rebecca's drugged sewing needle penetrated the soft white skin on her left shoulder. Yevette couldn't move a muscle save the ones in her pretty face. The witch's icy blue eyes darted around frantically searching for something. Then, Rebecca came into view and was standing directly over her helpless captive. The fixer was saying something, but there was a ringing in Yevette's head that made all other noise inaudible. As quickly as she made this discovery the ringing began to subside and she heard the next words. Rebecca noticed the change as Yevette's eyes grew large "Ah, it seems the witch is with us now Dolly." Yevette didn't know who Dolly was but had a vague memory of seeing a pair of gray eyes staring down at her just before blacking out. That must have been Dolly, because the woman standing over her now had brilliant green eyes. " The serum will keep you immobile for a good while. You will still be able to feel everything, you just won't be able to move or stop it." She was addressing Yevette now and it didn't sound good. "Now, my dear the fun begins" Rebecca could have gotten right down to the business of the interrogation. She had the target right where she wanted her -- but that would be boring. Besides, Rebecca knew that if she pushed her captive to the limits of arousal she would be able to leech a sample of the woman's special ability without even being told what it was. In this way she could find out for herself why it was so precious. This kind of leech was a temporary effect and wouldn't become permanent unless Rebecca kept her victim close at hand, or stole it for good by killing her. The downside to that was method might not be able to collect the fee from Christine, so she decided that she would hold off on taking such serious action and just enjoy the task at hand. Rebecca leaned down over Yevette and shoved her perfect breasts in the smaller woman's face. Yevette's reaction was to try and pull away, but in her state she could only turn her head from side to side. The piercings in Rebecca's nipples brushed against Yevette's face and gave the vampire a tingling thrill. She commanded " Suck them, or face the consequences witch." Rebecca was now straddling her prey on the cold table to get better position. Yevette's mouth was warm on Rebecca's glorious tits. She wanted to resist but understood that the time for fighting was not now. The fixer's breasts weren't big, but it didn't matter in this case, they were more than enough to smother in the face of an immobile slave. She pressed them together and down on Yevette, whose tongue was occupied working busily to appease and satisfy. Against logic and to her own personal shame Yevette found herself very turned on by this treatment. She had never been dominated in such a manner, and this was only the first stage of what would be her first experience in complete and utter sexual submission. "See the way she uses that whore tongue Dolly? She is loving this, despite the fear in those baby blues." Rebecca reached down and felt the wetness of Yevette's sex and smiled wickedly. "Already soaking with want of more are we softie? Well, then you are going to love the next part. Rebecca then lifted her chest from the face of her captive and pulled her black lace panties off. She danced seductively standing over Yevette. "Get over here Dolly, and tickle this girls feet while I show you how to make a slave beg." Dolly did as she was told and Yevette saw the living doll for the first time as she approached the foot of the table. Dolly's long slender fingers explored the witches delicate feet. First, she only felt them, running her hands along their soles and arches, caressing in between the tiny toes. It was almost like a foot massage until the tickling began. It seems that this at least, was one skill the thrall had already acquired as as her fingers played all the right notes that would have sent Yevette screaming if Rebecca hadn't, at that same moment occupied her mouth with fresh sweet pussy. Rebecca had moved up on her paralyzed plaything and was straddling her face -- smothering her as before only this time with her womanhood and not her breasts. Rebecca lifted off for a second and said " Want my snatch, tell me how much you want it." Again, to Yevette's own shock, there was nothing she wanted more than to taste it again, fully and completely, till it suffocated her with it's softness and scent. So it was that she said her first words of the evening. "I want it.... I, I need it." This was said with no small effort as Dolly was still busy tickling Yevette's feet. "Give it to me... Please." Rebecca was quite happy to oblige and once again squat over Yevette's face and cut off her air as Rebecca's wet sex became the witch's entire world. Yevette couldn't see anything except bright reddish light as she was being smothered. It was intensified as she began to run short of air. Despite this peril, the experience was one of the most erotic of her life. Yvette had never known she liked being dominated so, but it was a kink she would have to explore more if she ever got out of this predicament -- though gods help her, if she died like this, she would at least die happy. Yvette tried her best to lick Rebecca and made many muffled sounds of excitement as the fixer sat on her face. Rebecca let her prey breathe a little as she began to grind her pussy on the witch's face. Arching her back Rebecca thrust her hips forward. Her feminine juices were now creating quite a mess on Yvette. The witch couldn't be entirely certain but it looked as if the tattoos on Rebecca's hips and lower abdomen were writhing in motion. Rebecca lifted off once more and let Yvette gasp for air. When she came down again this time her sex was directly on the other woman's nose. Rebecca rubbed herself against the bridge of Yevette's nose and then covered her nostrils saying " Breathe me in, inhale the scent you little dirty bitch. I know you love it." Yvette did. The aroma had only heightened her feelings of lust so that when she got another taste of Rebecca's vagina she licked and sucked at it with an animal ferocity. Just before Rebecca came she pulled away from her laying playmate. She would draw this out still longer and enjoy every second of it. She was teasing her captive with hopes of enjoying the reward of a hot sticky climax to cover her face and fill her hungry snapping mouth. Next Rebecca turned around so that her ass was in Yvette's face. " Now you will please my other hole." Rebecca spread her voluptuous butt so that her cute little asshole was right over Yvette's tongue. The first taste of it was warm and surprisingly sweet. The pheromones emitted by both women were making every lick and nibble that much more intense. The fixer rocked back and forth on Yvette's face and smothered her for the third time. Where the light during the last smothering had had a pink-red glow, now there was only darkness for the witch, so complete was her surrender. For all that she lacked in sight Yvette was afforded in an assault on her other senses. The taste, the smell, the sound of Rebecca's pleasure soaked moans. Rebecca leaned forward once more and Yvette tried to chase her with her hot tongue. She was drooling heavily and wanting more when she was taken by surprise as Rebecca seemed to relent, at least partly, in her decision to give back some of the attention she had received by working her fingers inside the other woman's pussy. Rebecca wasn't done being pleased of course and soon adjusted so that she could be licked, now in both holes as she rode Yvette's face some more forcing her leave her tongue out and work it's magic wherever it could find flesh. Rebecca's fingers were expertly applied to her slave's pussy, pressing all the right buttons in rapid rubbing motions. The friction was almost hot it moved so fast. Soon Yevette couldn't help but cum and when she did it was thunderous and body racking ; perhaps the anesthetic had warn off. All in all it didn't really matter at this point, as the witch wasn't going anywhere. Yevette's eyes rolled back in her head and she entered the trance like state a seer experienced when having a vision. Rebecca was turned around and didn't see the change -- but as she rocked back a final time and Yvette's tongue was driven deep inside her pussy, she too came at last. It was messy and beautiful all at once. The kind of orgasm that has to be nursed and teased out over a long period of stimulation and results in a shuddering drawn out, mind blowing release. With the climax came Rebecca's first taste of Yvette's hidden ability, as she too began to 'see'. The vision was hazy and almost dreamlike. But it didn't take Rebecca long to realize what she was seeing. It was the young vampire, Sophie. Naked before her, smiling as if she knew the answer to the greatest secret in all the worlds. What it all meant the fixer couldn't know yet, but when she came to, her path forward was clear. Rebecca shot up and off of the witch she had reduced to a blubbering sex starved husk of her former self. Yvette could move again but her body betrayed her desire to be submissive and she could only muster a weak cry for more as Rebecca commanded Dolly to lift up their prey and secure her still naked in the stocks. With her hands locked in place she couldn't so much as intone a spell and she still hadn't regained control of her voice as she only made soft cooing noises as she was put in place. Bent over as she was she prayed to be violated further but to her dismay Rebecca told Dolly to finish with the business and go home -- the business as it turned out, was just to make sure Yvette had no chance for escape, once that was ensured both of her captors were gone from the underground holding cell. XXX When the fixer made her next appearance at the home of her client she burst into the bedchamber without announcing her arrival. The Lady Christine was lying in bed, back up against the headboard. There were playful sounds coming from beneath the covers and it took Rebecca only seconds to guess who was under there, and what she was doing. Christine gasped, both from cumming and from surprise at her visitor. Rebecca had thought hard about what she would say and she began without delay. " I have results to report. I've captured the witch you needed. I'm holding her now for your own personal questioning, but, there is, it seems a catch. You must not allow young Sophie here to attend, as I fear her mere presence within range of the softebite could prove disastrous." Playing it delicately she elected not to elaborate. Still, she got the response she had hoped for as Christine's worry drove her to rash action and upon being clued in on the location of the holding cell she left without so much as a thank you for a job well done.