5 comments/ 13086 views/ 10 favorites Thinker, Cutpurse, Demon Vamp By: Lost Boy This is a story strictly for fun and much of the source ideas are from all over the place. Have fun and enjoy. Thinker, Cutpurse, Demon... Vamp October 1890: My father had told me from a young age, he had said... "Son, if you are going to survive and prosper on the streets of this great city, you are going to have to be smarter than the cops, quicker than your rivals and for goodness sake never steal from someone you know that business always ends badly." So taking his advice I worked hard on all the things a great thief has to know and be able to perform them as if it was second nature. I taught myself how to climb nearly any surface in any weather or situation, I ran every day to keep up my stamina and my dear old dad taught me the ways around all manner of locking mechanism that had ever been thought up and for good measure I had a friend of the family teach me the fine art of pick pocketing. All of these things I drilled until they were like walking and breathing for the horror stories of prison were enough to keep me razor sharp for every endeavor I contemplated. By the age of ten, I was able to cry on command and look lost and acquire from those doting women who came close enough for my practiced fingers to relieve them of either jewelry or cash depending on what was available of course and then disappear as quickly as I had lured them in. At the age of twelve my father gave me for my birthday a captain's spyglass so that I might more easily watch potential houses in desperate need of burgling. But it was in the winter of my eighteenth year that I noticed some rather unusual activity at the home of one Doctor Griffin. It was the luring of a neighbor's cat that first drew my attention to his abode thinking he was either going to kill it for being a nuisance or eat it because of a string of bad luck but neither was the case. The good doctor took it to his second story laboratory and there subjected the animal to some sort of injection treatment. The effect wasn't immediate but was shocking nonetheless, after approximately one quarter of an hour after receiving the injection the cat simply faded from view and disappeared in its cage. As I watched through the spyglass the doctor did a little dance and scribbled hastily in his journal about the effects of his serum. I decided at that moment that I would have that very compound for my very own. What better thing to have as a thief than the power of invisibility. I could stroll into a bank as it was closing and observe the manager locking the safe and memorize the combination and stand around until all was clear and steal at my leisure. Oh but this was wondrous! The good doctor reached into the cage and handled the ethereal animal and for all I could observe from his facial expressions all was well with the cat. So delighted was he that the doctor took up coat and hat and headed for the door no doubt to celebrate his success. As I watched he left his home locking up behind him and headed north to the pub not two blocks from his home. I wasted no time and made my way from my place of concealment to the back door of the doctor's home. With practiced ease the lock yielded to me and soon I was inside and heading for his laboratory. I could hear the cat from the bottom of the stairs as it meowed and scratched at the bars of its cage. Halfway up the stairs I could smell the distinct odor of chemicals filling the air. The stench became almost overpowering by the time I topped the flight and entered the well lit room that served the purpose of his experiments. There were beakers and tubes and piping and burners and papers all over the place. Tables were arranged in an H pattern to facilitate easy migration from one phase of the chemical process to the next. But even to my untrained eye there was more than one experiment going on and god help me I spent the time to look through his notes as quickly as I could. The main body of his work was upon the invisibility formula but his side project of which he was actually being paid was for a 'health tonic' for a foreign customer named Von Helsing, German or Dutch by the sound of it. The notes seemed to indicate that the project was complete and a sample and letter containing the formula were ready for tomorrow's post, how convenient! Two birds with one stone mother would have said, god rest her soul. So after acquiring two syringes and samples of both treatments, and the recipe for the health tonic, I was long gone by the time the good doctor returned home. Travelling to a safe place to inoculate myself I settled down in a quiet room with a warm cozy fire and decided to try the health tonic first. I read the recommended dosage on the letter to this Professor Von Helsing and added a bit for good measure and injected a nice robust vein in my left arm. If I had been a more analytical fellow I would have written down my experiences and dropped the letter in the doctor's mail slot but I was not and so did not. But as I waited for the treatment to take effect I fancied what I might have put down in the letter. Patient X injected with treatment at nine o'clock sharp. Patient noted a sense of euphoria at half past the hour. At the top of the next hour patient feels a surge of energy driving away all sense of fatigue from the long day's events. Patient notes a definite shift in perception and clarity of thought as if for the lack of better words 'getting smarter'. Patient walks around the room a bit restless and looks out the window facing out over the alley and in a rush of wonder notices the darkness has nothing to hide from his gaze. Patient X says that the sense of energy has changed to that of a feeling of great strength as if he could perform any physical act with ease. At ten thirty he notices a heightening of other senses now, his hearing and sense of smell more acute like some great hound. He can smell the cheap perfume of the whore next door as she gets ready to go out on the town for 'work'. The patient opens the window to let in a breeze to drive away the cloying scent as it fills his nostrils. Oh but the cool air on his skin is like the caress of some courtesan from some far off land, so exotic and arousing. Now the patient decides to take the second injection and complete his transformation to a more complete human being. The second syringe finds it mark in an equally robust vein in the right arm and he waits for the miracle of invisibility to be conveyed upon him. Patient X strips down to the skin and sits before the crackling fire with his back to the flames observing his shadow to see if it will disappear as he fades from sight. It is not long before the distinct tingling sensation is felt in the right arm and then travels all over the body. Within a short time the patient notices a minute distortion of his shadow; like a stone dropped in a pool his shadow begins to ripple, then fade and finally disappear altogether. The deed was done! I was invisible and an entirely new life was waiting for me. I lifted my hand to my face and knew it was there but could see nothing. I stood up and looked down and it was a little disconcerting that there was nothing for my eyes to lock onto. I walked around and stumbled at first but realized I was over thinking this simplest of things and just walked doing so without further impairment. London was in for a most unpleasant shock as was my father when I came home and told him what I had done. I gathered up my clothes and got dressed pulling up the collar of my coat as high as it could get and making sure my hat and scarf covered as much of my head and face as was possible. I put the remaining health tonic and the letter to the professor in my jacket pocket and headed home. Walking as I always did with head down and shoulders stooped I drew little attention to myself on the hour long jaunt back to the run down flat in the less desirable part of this ancient place. Eternal London with its great palace and meandering river where the lords and ladies ruled over those of thinner blood but that changed tonight, tonight saw the birth of an invisible rogue who like the fictional Robin Hood would make things better for the less fortunate. Gods! I was rambling in my own mind and letting this entire situation take me over. I was born a thief and I will die a thief; life was just that simple. I had just changed my odds is all? But the fantasy was thrilling there was no denying that. It was well after midnight when I arrived home bursting with need to share my story with my father but alas I found him sleeping and by the pungent odor reeking from his prone form he was deep in his drink. I shrugged and went to find my own bed and sleep until morning or until he was sober and conscious enough to hear my tale. But sleep did not come as the hold of the healing tonic was still hot in my veins so I decided to do what came natural I practiced the thieving arts until the break of dawn and still I was no more tired than when I first began hours earlier. I went into the kitchen and fixed a pot of tea and a spot of breakfast until the old man awakened and my patience was rewarded as he stumbled into the kitchen not a half hour later. Perhaps it was the scent of tea that dredged him from his alcoholic stupor not that it really mattered he was awake and I could at last share my story. It was almost comical to see him flinch seeing me all covered up in jacket, hat and scarf like some intruder but he quickly recognized my clothing and visibly relaxed. "Geez son you gave me quite a fright! What's with the whole cover up thing have you caught a nasty cold or something?" "Or something," I said standing and searching for the right words to explain to him what had transpired. "I think you need to sit down and have a cup of tea before I launch into what happened last night." "Did someone hurt you? Give you a good scar? Is that why you are all covered up? Ooh I'll have their heart if someone laid hands on my boy..." "Dad relax I'm okay sit and calm down this is good news." "Oi! You could've warned me and not scared your old dad like this!" "Well consider yourself warned, now sit down and have a bloody cup of tea you old worry wart! You are as bad as that widow lady down the block." I served him his tea and a bite of eggs and toast as I let the words form in my head. "Dad you know that doctor fellow, Griffin who lives down from the Wolf's Head Pub?" "That I do." "Well I have been eyeing his place for about a week now and decided to help myself to some of his nicer things." "That's a good lad; rich folks always have too many things to worry them sick." "Well I was using the spyglass last night when I saw the most amazing thing." "Do tell." "I spied him snatching the neighbor's cat and taking it upstairs to his laboratory to be experimented on. He filled a syringe with some chemical he had developed and injected the cat with it." "Did the cat die?" "No dad the cat didn't die... it vanished... became invisible..." I could see the shock of my words hit home as he got to his feet and stared at me hard before speaking. "Take off that hat and scarf boy!" A demon is born... I stood at the back of the church watching the preacher and congregation pray and sing and offer up thanks to the unseen god that they believed watched over them and answered their heartfelt cries for mercy and aid for myriad desires. I had been a part of this parish off and on for the majority of my life mostly for the fact that my mother felt it was the one thing that might at the end of my miserable life save my immortal soul from the life of thievery and deceit. So I honored her memory and attended services infrequently but still when the mood struck me I came to light a candle for her and try to find forgiveness in a lifestyle that allowed me to feed my aging father and myself. I had never killed anyone or even physically hurt a living soul in my entire criminal career and I felt that I never would I was not 'that' kind of thief. Lost in thought I missed the last hymn being sung and the last blessing being bestowed and it was the people leaving in mass that woke me from my mental stupor. I watched the parishioners file out and almost missed Mary as she slipped out the side to the private garden that lay on the west side of the church grounds. Curious as to why, with so much stealth, she stalked from the confines of the church I decided to follow. With some effort I managed to slip unfelt by the last trickle of humanity and reach the west door undetected and open it and follow the pastor's daughter out into the garden. I could smell her perfume, jasmine, as I entered the manicured lawn and meticulously arranged flower beds all abloom with myriad colors and perfumes of their own. Then came the acrid smell of burning tobacco and I heard the deep throated sigh of Mary Bishop as she took a long draw on one of her pilfered cigars that no doubt belonged to her father. He would have tanned her backside if he knew that she was hiding out here smoking one of his expensive guilty pleasures but she was acting out in the only way she knew how I guessed. I caught sight of her and bit back a gasp of surprise as I took in her beauty. She had grown even more delicate and ethereal the older she became and at the age of nineteen she was truly a vision of loveliness. Her long black hair was now down and free from the constraints of pins and hat; her pale skin was flawless and showed no signs of illness or imperfection that I could see. She had curves now that would tempt even the most saintly of men and eyes the color of sky or ocean whose merest gaze would steal a man's heart for the rest of his life. She looked around often fearful of being caught with the cigar but continued to enjoy the wicked pleasure of it and maybe it was this that inspired my carnal desires to know her in the most intimate of ways. I crept up behind her on silent feet until we were mere inches apart before I reached around and cupped her heavy breasts in my hands and breathed in her ear. My hot breath and groping hands elicited a deep guttural moan from her as she looked over her shoulder and saw... nothing and no one. "Are you a demon?" "Yes..." I moaned in her ear. "Are you going to make love to me?" "Yes..." "I could scream and run away..." "...but who would believe you?" "Mmm... but I am the daughter of a good man..." "...with the sin of lust in your heart and your loins." I was kneading her soft flesh now and lightly pinching her pebble hard nipples through her dress as she leaned back into me and dropped the cigar and gave into her hunger and desire. "Take me demon... I cannot fight the urge to be violated." "Undress sinner so that my touch may know you better." She never hesitated and never looked back now as she shed her clothing for me. I watched hungrily as her flesh was revealed slowly but surely. Soon she stood before me beautiful in her nakedness and if there were demons she would have tempted them to come to her and violate her as I was going to. I stepped forward and leaned down and kissed her and gods it was like being struck by lightning! She returned my kiss and moaned deeply into my mouth as she pressed her breasts against my chest nipples digging into my flesh. Soon she had molded her body to mine and my hardness was trapped between her legs and rubbing underneath her drenched sex as she rocked her hips forward and back teasing us both. Panting with desire I broke the kiss and growled deep in my chest. "Pierce me demon with your unnatural flesh... unnnnn!!!" I spun her around so that once more I was behind her and I slowly pushed her so that she bent from the waist until our sexes aligned properly and the tip touched her lips. "Push back," I told her. "What demon?" "I said push back... I want you to impale yourself on me." She did as she was bid and I slowly entered her warm, wet depths with a patience that surprised us both. Then when I felt she was ready I began to move my hips and she followed suit and thrusting back to meet my forward plunge. A nice slow rhythm was established as we explored each other's bodies with hands and mouth, touching and tasting which only enhanced the experience. I licked and nipped at her long elegant neck and she ground against me driving me as deep as was possible. "Yes my demon lover, give me that pleasure I have so long denied myself!" My thrusts became stronger and faster as I felt her body begin to stiffen with the approach of her climax. She placed the side of her fist in her mouth and bit down to keep from screaming as she arched her back when her orgasm came crashing down upon her. She was grunting now as she tossed away any care of being heard and caught in this most sinful act. Her body was dictating her actions now and to see her like this was a dream come true. Still I pounded her hard and fast from the rear as I felt that delicious tingling sensation telling me my own climax was nearing and Mary moaned all the louder as I swelled inside of her stretching her just a bit more. "Oh my you are filling me up so wonderfully my demon! Are you going to spill your demon seed inside of me?" "Yes..." "Will you visit me in my bed after today?" "Do you desire me to...?" "Yessss..." she moaned. "I want to feel you inside of me over and over again; my body belongs to you now." "How can I refuse?" I picked up the pace and began to thrust harder and faster as I felt that distinct feel of my orgasm as it raced to envelope me as hers did so recently. Mary had managed to get a hold of herself and bit her lip to keep quiet and silent she remained even as she moved her body against mine with equal force to drive us both over the edge. With one last savage drive of my hips I buried my member as deep as it could go even as my seed pulsed inside of her; so much that it oozed out and spilt upon the grass at our feet. "Leave me a key to your home in the yellow rose bush and tonight I will visit you again and violate you over and over," I told her. "A key...? I don't understand why does a demon require a key?" "It is symbolic of your desire to unlock your lust and body to me." "I understand... now." I arrived home and found my father sitting in the living room reading a book. I went to my room and dressed so he had something to fix his gaze upon as we talked. I walked down the stairs not trying to hide my footsteps as I approached the living room and my father. "I took your advice and went to church." "So how was it?" "I can honestly say it was the best day of my life and I will be returning there often." "That's a good lad! I am glad you found a fine spiritual anchor." "I would call it a nice warm place to find comfort." "How about a cup of tea," he offered. "You know I am a bit parched..." After tea with dad I went up to my room to plan my day. Idle hands are the devil's workshop my mum said so often. It was obvious to me I still had to do a majority of my thefts at night so no one saw things floating through the air so I would spend the days observing places that I would otherwise have never been able to even set foot into and observe their security and even tamper with it. My first stop Witherspoon and Associates a place where money is loaned to folks at sinful percentages. They always had cash on hand and that would do as a fine start. Reeking of sweat and sex I took my bath four days early much to the shock of the old man but my thought was this they may not be able to see me but they sure as hell could smell me. After a pleasant soak and drying off slipped out the back unheard and unseen and made the ten blocks stroll to the counting house. Like most of London the two story building was old but Michael Witherspoon Sr. had spent some of his ill-gotten currency on fortifying the upper floor from thievery by placing a kind of fencing around the gables that had sharpened metal spikes to deter entry from that direction. The windows likewise were barred on both levels and the doors stout oak. Short of burning the place down it appeared impossible to burgle but not for me. I waited patiently until a customer entered and followed swiftly after and took up a position free from human traffic and observed. The man who entered was finely dressed and was obviously a person of means and producing a note and displaying the ring on his right hand the clerk approached the office of Old Witherspoon himself and entered after a momentary wait. I crept behind the man to see what manner of jewelry produced such results and saw it was an ornate signet ring with three swords forming a triangle and an eye within the confines of the swords. How interesting I thought I may have to procure this ring and discover what lies behind its meaning. As I heard the door to the office open I withdrew from the man and when the clerk summoned him to the old man's office I followed silently after. Once the door was closed the two embraced and the elder Witherspoon offered his guest a seat. Thinker, Cutpurse, Demon Vamp "So how goes the day Your Grace," the older man asked. "It goes well and yourself Michael," the other replied in kind. "I see you come with a letter from Him should I bother reading it or is it another request for funds for one of His pet projects?" "Have a care Michael, even with your high standing in the Order such talk is ill advised." "I know but he is bleeding me dry and if things continue on this tangent I will be among those I myself have sent to the poorhouse." "Fear not I have spoken to mother and due to your many years of unwavering aid and loyalty she is going to forgive your debts and place fifty thousand pounds in your bank account." I could see the relief on the old man's face as he wiped his forehead with a monogrammed handkerchief and reached for the sealed letter. I moved to stand behind and to the side of Witherspoon as he broke the wax seal on the letter and I saw it was a variation of the swords and eye but more intricate by far. He opened the document and began to read and I saw the color drain from his face as with shaking hands he set the letter down. "I see, he means to be a full partner and I am to retire immediately. What of my sons? What of my legacy?" "Your legacy dear Michael is your years of loyal service to the Order. I promise your sons will be looked after and this business your grandfather began will survive into the next century and beyond." "Thank you Edward that means much in these uncertain times." "Ah I almost forgot you have been promoted, give me your ring." I watched as Michael Witherspoon removed his old ring with some difficulty and handed it over to this Edward. The ring was dropped into a coat pocket and out of the other pocket a finely carved mahogany box was produced and handed to the old man. He took it and slowly opened it and gasped. The silver ring he once wore was now replaced with a gold one set with precious stones. "Temporal Master," Witherspoon whispered. "You have earned it and when you die your son James will inherit your title and power." "I am deeply honored your Grace." "Enjoy your retirement old friend." The two men embraced and shared an intricate handshake before Edward turned and left a few ounces lighter. I concealed the old ring I had taken on the top of a nearby bookshelf and followed the young man out. Who were these men? What was this Order they were talking about? I never suspected my invisibility would reveal such things. I spent the rest of the day observing the ways and means of how this business worked and saw how I could breech their security and collect quite a bit of cash as well as the old man's ring. I knew someone, hell I knew lots of people all over this fine city, but this particular person knew things for a price of course. I would liberate a large amount of money from this place and then dress for the occasion and go see my old friend and ask them about the Order. It was about a half hour before closing when the two guards stepped through the front door and my heart sank. The second man through the door was none other the Timothy Carter a friend and veteran of the Boer War. I hadn't seen him in weeks and now knew why; he had landed a steady paying honest job that got him out of the old neighborhood. My resolve almost faltered but I had to go on with my plan. No one was going to get hurt but I just had to be especially careful since I actually knew one of the guards. Despite standing in one spot for long periods I felt as fresh as if I had just stepped out of bed. I was a bit hungry but I could fix that after I left here. First I needed to immobilize the first floor guard. I found what I needed to bind the guards and having spent some time last summer hanging with the Long Wharf Gang. There I learned the ins and outs of knot tying in exchange I showed them the finer points of picking a pocket a fair arrangement all in all. Seizing my opportunity I began to turn off the lights one room at a time the gas lamps went dark and my superior night vision gave me the upper hand and the first bloke was out cold and trussed up in no time. I slipped up the only stair that led to the second floor and found Timothy wary and on guard for anyone heading up the stairs. He knew something was amiss but just not prepared for the likes of me. "I know your there and I will give you fair warning I am armed and will shoot you dead," I could tell he meant every word. "You can leave now empty handed but alive." You had to appreciate a kid from the slums giving a thief an easy out but I was determined to rob the place and sadly he was going to suffer a little bump on the head for his troubles. It was easy enough to slip to the side and then behind him and even as I brought the sap down on his head he began to turn sensing somehow that I was behind him. Two minutes later my ear was pressed to the front of the safe as I began turning the dial listening for the tumblers to fall. In less time than I would have thought the safe was open and its contents were mine and oh what surprising things were inside? There was a small iron box with gold coins stamped with an unfamiliar design and appeared newly minted by their condition. There were the accounting books for the business both sets. I was beginning to like Old Man Witherspoon more and more. He was a thief just like me. Then there was the cold hard cash that came to the astounding amount of nearly fifty thousand pounds! Plus at least another twelve bags holding various jewelry and assorted coins; so I borrowed Timothy's jacket and using it as catchall carried the entire contents of the safe carefully away. My last stop before I left was the ornate ring I had hidden in the office and then I placed my goods at the back door and with a last check on the guards to make sure they were alright I would be going. The first old sod was still sleeping peacefully where I had left him and when I went to check on Timothy I found him unconscious as well upstairs and I examined his head wound because of the bit of blood seeping from the cut on his scalp. I bent down to make sure he was breathing before I turned to leave and then well suddenly I was in my room at home sitting on the floor with the jacket full of goodies at my feet. I found and lifted up the loose floor board and placed everything except the ring there for safe keeping and returned the plank to its proper place. I dressed and dropped the signet into my pocket and headed out towards Paddington Station to meet up with someone who could enlighten me. "Hello Ruby," I said approaching the redhead who had once been the most beautiful street walker in all of London but a hard life and a few perilous tricks had reduced her to the scarred bitter young woman she was now. "Hello Oswald," she said smiling her hair cascading over the right side of the face where a john had cut her deep ruining her lovely Irish features forever. "Nice night," I began but she stopped me with a look. "Alright I got a bauble I procured and I want to know who it belongs to." "Don't you remember the bloke you robbed or were you piss drunk at the time?" "I know who it came off of but I want to know who it belongs to, here take a gander at this," I said offering her the ring. She leaned into the light offered by the lamp post and turned it this way and that whistled. "Got this off one of them gentlemen did ya?" she began. "A few years ago before this," she said reaching up and touching her face. "I used to perform at a gentlemen's club and while I was being especially friendly to this handsome chap I noticed his ring." "Let me guess his fingers were deep in those luscious auburn locks of yours?" "Precisely," she said proudly. "No one sucks a cock like I do and don't you forget it." I remembered and she was and is a very talented whore. I also recalled the night after a particularly good score going to her and asking her to marry me and leave her dangerous job behind. She had said no and a week later well a week later everything changed. "So where can I find this club Ruby," I asked already fishing into my pockets for a few large silver coins. "Not far from Scotland Yard actually can't miss it big two story stone thing with gorgeous pine doors with two crossed keys over a silver gate." She said softly as she handed me the ring and I gave her three coins. "Generous as always... Oswald for what it's worth I was a fool not to marry you. But now..." "Oh Ruby," I pulled her close out of the illumination of the street light and as I bent to kiss her she closed her eyes and it was like time stood still. I cupped the ruined side of her face, my tears falling on her ruined flesh and I wished beyond all hope that someday she could be whole again and mine. Until then she would never agree to marry me. "Here now let's have none of that," a Bobbie came walking by on his patrol and we parted. "Oh hello Ruby didn't know it was you, carry on." He said with a gentle grin. "Evening Constable Jones, give the misses a kiss from me," Ruby said tartly. The cop waved his night stick in response and continued on his way. "Thanks for all your help Ruby I think I am going to visit this gentlemen's club soon," I said out loud and Ruby was shaking her head vehemently. "Oh no you don't lover boy, those blokes may play at being gentlemen but there are kill you on sight dangerous. Guests and girls for their fancy are one thing but I have heard stories of good lads trying to steal from them and they end up badly. So don't you even think about sliding in there I don't... just don't you dare!" "You still care Ruby?" my voice was soft and gentle like the caress of her skin. "Of course I still care you silly sod!" she exclaimed and then the tears flowed and she turned to leave. "If things were different I would take up with someone like you but you know why I can't." With that last bit she was gone. Frustrated and not a little aroused by her kiss I decided it was time to visit my little vicar's daughter. Though my heart belonged to Ruby my ever stiffening manhood belonged to another this night. Mary woke late that evening tied to her bed with her own silk scarves and one used as a gag to keep her quiet. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward so I could cup her breasts and suckle and bite at her nipples. It was a good thing that I had gagged her as she was moaning fiercely. I slid a finger between the lips of her sex and she was absolutely soaked with need to be penetrated and who was I to deny her? But I promised myself I would savor the first time in her bedroom and so I continued to knead, lick and suckle her sensitive flesh. Louder her moans came as she begged to be pierced to her core; she thrust her hips upward trying to snare my unseen member with her wet slit but I managed to outmaneuver her for a time. But her lust was infectious and soon, sooner than I planned my resolve to wait faded as to nothing and so I teased her lips with the head of my member and she tried to move her hips upward to impale herself but I moved back and was rewarded with a deep growl of disappointment. Then I slid just the head inside of her and sat there enjoying that sensation but she wanted more and was begging me to fill her up. So slowly I leaned forward and let the length of me enter her inch by inch until she was completely impaled. Then I began to make love to her in long slow strokes and I could see the worship in her eyes. I felt tonight after she had climaxed I would try something new with her and see how she took to it. I couldn't thrust into her as I had outside for fear of the sound the bed would make creaking with our love play. So it was a slow and deliberate thrusting of bodies to build up that wondrous pleasure until she could take it no longer and biting down on the gag her body shook with release. "Did you climax my pet?" I asked her after I removed her gag. "Yes my demon." "Are you ready for something new and deliciously wicked?" "Yes... untie me." I freed her from her bonds and instructed her where to kneel on the bed while I lay down. I took her by the wrist and guided her hand to my hardness and watched as her hand wrapped around the shaft. "MMM so hard," she moaned. "Stroke it my pet." She followed my suggestion and her hand moved up and down the length of me slowly as she got used to this new act of love play. "How does that feel?" She asked me and I moaned softly in response. "What next?" "Lower your mouth to the tip and lick and suckle it." "Like this...?" She slowly and cautiously brought her face down to my sex and with a little effort found the tip and did as she was bid. She took great delight in this new act and soon had the entire head in her mouth licking and sucking it. "Try and see how much of it you can get into your mouth," I suggested. Mary's head lowered and lowered and I felt the tip pop into her throat and she showed no signs of gagging whatsoever. Soon nature took over and her head was moving up and down while her tongue swirled along the length giving me great pleasure. "You are a natural at this..." "...show me more..." she said letting the tip pop out of her mouth. "Turnabout is only fair..." I positioned her once more on her back and lowered my face to her glistening sex and began to flicker my tongue over her sensitive flesh and watched as she gripped the covers and once more bit back a moan of purest delight. "Oh yes I like this... more... lick me more...!!!" My tongue found her clit and it took placing a pillow over her head to keep her from screaming. Her ass left the bed as she drove her sex against my face and her second climax crashed over her more powerful than the first. When she was recovered I lay on the bed and her on top of me each with our faces buried in the others sex. Her head bobbed up and down while I licked and suckled her lips and button of pleasure hidden beneath its fleshy hood. I nearly lost control and sent a spray of sperm down her eager throat but wasn't sure if she were ready for that yet. Five minutes later when her fist and mouth worked in concert and drove me headlong over that sensual edge I discovered her love for the taste of my cum. She swallowed every drop and was thirsty for more. Hungry for more she continued to lick, suck and stroke me back to a near painful hardness then she rose and lowered herself down and blindly guided me between her legs and with a sudden drop impaled herself and with a muffled cry began to ride her demon lover. I didn't know how long I could keep up the pretense of a supernatural being but as long as she craved my physical company I would be an idiot not to come to her. She closed her eyes and rode me with complete and utter abandon lost in the pure pleasure of the moment. I cupped her breasts and teased her nipples as she pleasured us both and this drove the poor girl over the edge and she nearly fainted when her orgasm hit. I rose and placed her on her back without our bodies parting and soon heedless of the noise I had her legs over my shoulders and ramming myself as hard and deep as I could into her tight wetness. Thankfully the bed didn't make as much noise as I feared and Mary managed to find a pillow and drown out her screams saving us both from unwanted discovery. It wasn't long before I felt my own climax nearing and I leaned forward and whispered to her. "Shall I fill you up or let you drink deep again?" "Please demon let me drink of you again!" I continued to slam my body against hers and again she covered her face to keep her cries muffled from the others in the house. When I knew I could hold out no longer I pulled out and grabbing her fiercely by her hair I placed Mary's mouth over the head of my sex and she forced her head down further so that when I did release she again greedily gobbled up every drop of my precious fluids. The she proceeded to lick my member clean of all residue and stickiness. "Demon, I like it when you pull my hair." "And I like what pleasures your mouth gives to me." "Then you shall have it whenever you desire Dark One." "Wonderful." I returned home and was so energized by the night's events that neither did I sleep that evening, nor the night after that or the one after that. I pondered Ruby's words in the lonely hours of the night and finally came to the conclusion I would unravel this mystery and discover who this group was and their agenda. The Bloodstone Ring One end of the chain was wrapped around the belly of the massive gargoyle and the other around the monster's waist. Four men were struggling with pry bars and sheer brute strength to tip the stone edifice over and thus drag the revenant into the purifying rays of the sun. But two tons of solid lovingly crafted granite does not shift easily. Meanwhile I looked around the chamber and assessed our losses. Dear Mina and her husband Jonathon were dead huddled in the same corner she from massive blood lost and him from a broken back. Four others all veterans of Afghanistan lay either ripped apart or drained dry by the monster. Surprisingly it was the American who stood his ground and was going toe to toe with the beast. I ran to the balcony and threw my considerable strength into the task at hand and shoved, hard and it was just enough to tip the forces in our favor and the gargoyle moved slowly at first but then quicker now and with a horrific grinding sound the chain went completely taut and began to do its work. Inch by bloody inch the revenant was dragged towards the slanting curtain of the dawn's first rays and the look of sheer panic on its face was welcoming after so visceral a battle. Forgotten was the American altogether as the beast laid both hands on the chain and pulled. Our forward progress stopped but it was enough. "His head," I shouted, "take his head!" The unflinching American took up my machete that had served me in the jungles of Africa and South America so well and with a massive two handed blow severed head from neck and the beast was drug over the balcony by the now falling gargoyle and disappeared from sight. "Well done Sir well done," I clapped the tall ruggedly handsome young man on the shoulder before finding a seat and collapsing after our herculean labor. "So it's dead," the American asked sitting down next to me panting and bleeding from a dozen or more small wounds from the monster's claws. "Only one way to know for sure," I said handing him his fallen Bowie knife. "Cut out its heart." "What about Mina and the others," he asked slowly taking his feet. "As I told you before, Lucy was an aberration, most people slain by a vampire stay dead even if they are drained dry." "Alright Dutch," the American said in his southern drawl. "Let's bury our dead and make sure this thing is gone once and for all." "How many times must I remind you my name is Abraham, Abraham Von Helsing," I said shaking my head but he just smiled and with the help of the other men carried off our fallen comrades for a proper burial. It was well after noon and we had gathered far from the monster's lair in a small inn north and west of the castle having bathed and now dressed in fresh clothing we broke our fast that brotherhood of ours. We had been baptized in the blood and sacrifice of our comrades and were forever bonded over this unforgettable series of events. Such a tragic waste of life and the horror inflicted upon these poor souls who would look back on the conflict of men and see them as a trivial thing after facing the vampire. "Doctor Von Helsing," the inn keeper approached me and handed me a letter and a quick glance at the wax seal I knew it was from my superiors. I gave the man a coin and asked for the means of replying to this letter and he went off to fetch paper, pen, ink and wax. As I waited for his return I read the letter while sipping my beer. It is as I feared and grimly I accepted the next duty I must perform. Thinker, Cutpurse, Demon Vamp "Hey Quinn what's that," came a voice above the din of the people assembled celebrating the vampire's demise. "Oh just a little souvenir from our adventure," the American said his Texan accent distinguishing him from the locals and British soldiers alike. "That's quite a stone what do you think it is," asked the Sergeant Major. "Ruby or Garnet, I am not sure to be honest," Quinn replied as he slipped the ring onto his finger. "But it's a good fit all in all don't you think?" "Quite," replied Corporeal Whittington. "The ladies are going to think you're some kind of landed gentry Quinn." "Strange thing though, he was a Count correct; then why does his signet ring look nothing like his crest or coat of arms," the American asked hitting too close to the mark. "Now that is odd let me see three swords around a ruby eye. I've never seen a design like this. Hey Doctor have you ever seen this one before," the Sergeant Major asked me. "It must be the devil's eye," I offered ordering another round of drinks for the boys and wondering when and where to carry out my orders. We took turns buying round after round and as the sun touched the western mountains I knew that this was going to be a night to remember and not for the joyous victory we had just achieved. As the last lights of day faded from sight I looked out over the drunken men who had celebrated so light heartedly and smiled. "All right boys off to bed now and get some much deserved sleep," I called out and the five men slowly rose to their feet and began to stagger off to their rooms. True dark had just settled over the town when the Quinn, the American, snatched his hand to his mouth and cursed for a second before returning to his stumbling up the stairs to a nice soft bed. What was that about I wondered but paid it no heed because soon this would all end in tragedy and the only witnesses to this travesty would be dead. The letter from the Grandmaster contained only three words. 'Kill them all.' I would wait until they were well asleep and then bar all avenues of escaped and set the inn ablaze destroying witnesses and evidence all in one fell swoop. As the young men slept I remembered my time with my comrades in the far off lands that Queen and Country had sent us in their service. How those loyal men had followed me a foreigner and how I had earned their trust and then their love. It sickened me that they must die but my first loyalty was to the Order and everything else came second. I checked my pocket watch for the hundredth time and as the hands pointed to midnight I rose took up a burning brand from the fireplace and headed for the door. I barred every exit and then tossed the torch onto the roof and watch it catch fire so very quickly. I walked away and with my duties fulfilled I was heading back to London to check up on any progress on the project Doctor Griffin had been contracted for all those years ago. As the inn burned Abraham Von Helsing, Master of Shadows for the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight dourly walked away from the conflagration hearing neither the breaking of the window nor seeing the single figure leap from the building to safety. He wasn't the only one heading for London town and vengeance would be metered out. A demon's new toy... After a particularly fierce night of love play Mary mentioned in passing that her cousin Evelyn was to visit and that stoked a flame in my loins to have them both and I told her so. Much to my pleasant shock Mary agreed to my carnal fantasy. When lovely Evelyn visited Mary would drug her using her mother's sleeping powder and we would have our way with the nubile and innocent eighteen year old. The wait for the visit was maddening and I took it out on Mary our love play became a near brutal thing as I would yank her hair as I drove into her from behind nearly bending her neck to an unnatural angle. All the while she worshipped my dark nature and the pleasure and pain I inflected upon her. No matter the pain Mary was always eager to for my cock between her legs. At last lovely cousin Evelyn arrived to stay with her family in London from faraway Dublin. I watched unseen as her carriage arrived and she stepped from it a beauty with scarlet hair. She was a curvaceous splendor barely five feet tall but fiercely gorgeous and independent the latter the reason for her visit. It was thought the saintly Pastor could instill some measure of discipline upon the girl and save the family more heartache. The headstrong nature had manifested early in life and had caused no end of trouble for family and friends alike. Mary had shared story after story of Cousin Evelyn's illustrious career as a shit disturber. I liked her already. Tonight Evelyn would learn a whole new level of discipline at the hands of Mary and me. She would be tied, gagged and pleasured until she begged for release. Ten o'clock and the house was perfectly silent as I made my way to Mary's room and then from there to Evelyn's cell in the basement of the church. It was decided by the good pastor to lock her there until she had learned proper manners and some measure of courtly grace. Mary had easily acquired a key from one of the maids and soon the door to the cell was open and we entered scarves and tools for the task in hand. It didn't take long to tie the sleeping form to the bed and then we waited for the drug to wear off. It wasn't a long wait since Mary had given her only a partial dose of the drug. Evelyn awoke and looked around alarmed at seeing Mary sitting on the edge of the bed smiling down at her. "Good, you are awake cousin, God has seen to it that you are to be properly disciplined and so he has sent one of his spirits to teach you humility and your place in subservience. I will be here in case you need my help." Mary rose and sat on a chair at the foot of the bed and I moved to take Mary's position on the bed. I reached into the bag she had brought filled with the things I told her I would require and removed the straight razor. Evelyn's eyes widened in shock seeing the razor seemingly float from the bag by some unseen force. I gripped the top of her nightgown and with great care cut it from top to bottom revealing her naked form to my hungry gaze. She moaned against the gag and the cool air caused her skin to produce goose pimples galore. Her skin was freckled and as I ran my hand over her flesh she tried to pull away but the scarves held her fast. I cupped her right breast and lowered my lips to her puffy nipple and licked and teased it and to my surprise she let out a low moan of pleasure. I looked over my shoulder at Mary who appeared equally shocked. "Spirit it appears my cousin likes your touch." Evelyn nodded and I moved my mouth to the other breast and more moans followed. I let my hand run downwards along her flat belly to her mound of scarlet hair and below that to her sex now slick with running juices. I slipped two fingers inside of her and felt her tightness grip them like a velvet fist. She was actually squeezing my fingers with the well developed muscles of her sex. This was going to be a whole different experience than what I was expecting. I continued to finger her until with a powerful thrust of her hips she climaxed with body shaking force. "It looks to me as if innocent Evelyn isn't so innocent after all, this should prove fun." I moaned softly. I reached into the bag and extracted the cup containing the shaving cream and Mary provided a basin with water. I applied the cream to Evelyn's pubic hair and she began to moan in protest but to no avail. I had always wanted to do this and it was Mary who suggested that her cousin go under the blade for my enjoyment. With practiced ease the razor removed hair in nice clean strokes and before too long her Venus mound was naked as the day she was born. Washing the razor clean I closed it and returned it to the bag and found some lotion to sooth the skin and put her at ease. Now I was ready for my first time with the lovely cousin Evelyn. I knelt between her legs and teased her lips with the head of my manhood as Mary took out a single red candle and lit it. As I eased my length into the extreme tightness of Evelyn's depths I took the candle and as I thrust into her I dripped wax onto her exposed nipples. The effect was instant and delightful as her sex gripped me and she arched her back driving me deeper still. "Does he feel good inside of you?" Mary moaned watching intently. Evelyn nodded and began to squeeze me as I thrust into her in a nice slow rhythm. Again the wax fell and her muscles clenched nearly sending me over the edge but I managed to fight off the urge. I took my pleasure from her slowly not wanting to rush this night. After the fourth drop of wax Evelyn's eyes rolled up and her body shook as she drove her hips up and ground them against me as she climaxed. I sensed that there was something between Mary and Evelyn something more than simply being cousins and I was going to find out. I eased out of Evelyn and untied her bonds from the bed and then flipped her over onto her belly and retied them. "Spirit..." Mary's voice was a little shaky now, "what are you doing?" Ignoring Mary's question I pulled Evelyn's ass cheeks apart and pressed the tip of my sex against her tiny puckered brown hole. Then I gradually applied pressure and the slick flesh slowly but inevitably penetrated that tighter recess. Evelyn was moaning and groaning in protest but that too fell on deaf ears. After about two minutes I was as deep as I could be in Evelyn's tight little ass and Mary watched in horror as I began to violate her cousin in earnest. "Demon! You never mentioned sodomizing her!" "You're next my pet," I hissed at Mary and I fully intended on carrying out that promise. "What? Why?" "Because there are depths you have not sunk to yet." "You wish to corrupt me completely?" "As if you had any doubts over that matter. You have lied to me so why should I not keep some of my desires hidden from you." "Lied? How have I lied?" "Who taught you to suck cock little one? It was obvious to me that I was not your first." "Nathaniel..." Mary was sobbing now. "Who is Nathaniel?" "My other cousin," Mary said tears flowing freely now. "Let me guess... Evelyn's brother." "Yes." "Was it Evelyn's idea for you to fuck her brother or just suck him off?" "Both." "I like Evelyn more and more by the minute a truly wicked girl worthy of my full attention." "No! You are my demon and mine alone!" "Who is the Master here my pet?" "You... you are..." Mary said softly. "Now be a good little slave and undress for me after I finish fucking dear Evelyn in the ass you are next." "Yes Master..." I began thrusting into Evelyn slowly and when she was ready I drove my hips into her as hard and fast as I could plunge my member as deep as it could go. Evelyn was moaning now but not in pain but in sheer pleasure. "How do you like my cock in your ass dear sweet innocent Evelyn," I asked as I leaned over to whisper in her ear. Her moans of pleasure were all the answer I was looking for. I looked over and saw that Mary was dropping the last article of clothing and stood gloriously nude for me. "Be a good little slave and finger yourself and better make sure both holes are ready for your Master's cock!" Mary only smiled and sat on the chair and began to masturbate sliding two delicate fingers in and out of her drenched sex. When her fingers were slippery enough she eased them up into her ass and fingered that slowly begin to moan like her cousin in anticipation of a much longer and thicker substitute for her digits. "I wish you could see Mary now," I told Evelyn. "She is fingering her own ass in preparation for the treatment you are getting. If I untie you will you get on top of me and ride my cock with your naughty ass?" Evelyn nodded vigorously and so I leaned further forward driving myself deeper still into her nether region and we groaned together. I untied her hands and then leaned back and released her ankles from bondage. I slowly eased out of her ass and lie down on the bed. Evelyn true to the word straddled me and slowly lowered her ass back down onto my cock and impaled herself with soft little coos of pleasure. Then as Mary watched she began to ride me slowly but then was lifting and dropping her body as fast as she could muster. Evelyn removed her gag and tossed it onto the floor. "We don't need that," Evelyn said with a lovely Irish accent. "Sir Demon I have never had such a fine piece of flesh inside of me before and never in my ass, this is truly a wonderful punishment." "I just hope you have learned your lesson missy." "Oh I have, never let Mary keep all the finer things to herself greedy thing that she is." "I wrote you all about," and she stopped before she said 'my demon' and finished with, "the Master." "Master, is that true demon are you my Master as well?" "What do you believe?" "I believe that you can do whatever you like to me... Master." "Good, now if you are a good little slave I will let you lick me clean and get me hard again for Mary over there." "Mmm sounds delicious Master." Evelyn rode me faster still and drove her hips down as hard as she could manage and it wasn't long before my member was swelling something fierce inside of her tighter hole and ready to burst. This drove Evelyn mad with lust and she slowed down to make my climax all the more intense and I could feel every inch of her ass as she hips moved to a crawl. It was my turn for my toes to curl up and bite back a scream as my climax finally hit and it was more intense than any I had ever experienced with Mary. My cum pulsed hard and deep inside Evelyn's ass and so much so that half of it oozed out, down and onto the sheets. Eager to taste 'demon' seed she moved off of me and cleaned me with her mouth and tongue and then continued to lick and suck until I was once more rock hard. "He's ready for you Mary," Evelyn said to Mary and then addressed me. "How do you want her Master?" "On her hands and knees," I whispered. Mary traded places with Evelyn on the bed and got onto her hands and knees and waited for me with great anticipation. I rammed my cock into her sex and began to hammer away surprising her. She thought I was going to violate her ass first but much to her delight I drove myself hard and deep into her womb getting my member nice and slick for her other hole. When I was ready I withdrew and directed her on what to do next. "Grab your cheeks slave, yes like that and now pull them apart so I can see what I am going to violate." Evelyn watched licking her lips and masturbating while I slowly plunged into Mary's virginal ass. She watched her cousin's face closely and saw her face flush red as the hard thick member pierced her to the core. When Mary was ready I began to move my hips slowly and realized she was going to take longer for her to take in what was being done to her. "Push back..." I said. "Master?" "I said push back slave." Mary slowly began to push back against me as I slid my hips forward. Our pace quickened and soon she was slamming her hips backward impaling herself over and over again. The slapping sound of our bodies was obscene and wonderful and hopefully wasn't loud enough to wake the pastor or his young wife. "If you don't push back harder I will visit your mother next and do the same to her," I threatened. That was all the incentive Mary needed as she lowered her head and slammed her body back as hard as she could. The rhythm was slower but damn it was all the more intense. Mary appeared on the edge of a strong climax when she felt my cock swell deep inside of her. She doubled her efforts and ground her ass against me with each backward motion. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as I felt the point of no return and knew it was mere moments before I filled her with my cum. Mary grabbed the nearest pillow and buried her face into it as with a final thrust my cock spurted hard and long into her and once again my demon seed painted the sheets with invisible wet spots. I eased out of Mary got off the bed and took Evelyn by the hair and guided her mouth to my cock for an eager cleaning which she performed with great enthusiasm. Mary recovered on the bed panting and trying to catch her breath. An eye for an eye... Once I was licked clean it was time for me to leave and as I bid them farewell I saw a shadow at the door depart and heard soft foot falls out in the hall. I followed quickly on silent feet and found not a scullery maid lurking in the shadows of the kitchen upstairs but Mary's own mother and by god her night dress was damp between her legs. She had seen much, how much I didn't know and I had to keep her from speaking to her husband the pastor. I clamped a hand over her mouth and grabbed her by her hair and out into the moonlit garden. Once out of the line of sight and hopefully out of earshot I pushed her to the ground and onto her knees. I moved behind her, lifted up the bottom of her gown until her bare ass was visible and plunged my now very hard member deep into her wet slit. She bit her fist just like her daughter as I began thrusting into her hard and fast. "Does your husband make love to you like this, with such passion?" "No demon he does not." "Do his hands cup your breasts as savagely as mine do now?" I said gripping her tits in my hands and pinching the nipples severely. "No demon..." she moaned, "...he does not." "Does your husband's cock feel as good as mine does now?" "Oh gods in heaven help me but no demon it does not!" "Take off your gown so I can see you better woman." "Yes demon... let your evil eyes burn into my unworthy flesh," she said yanking the clothing from her and revealing her young strong body. "Lovely... just like your daughter," I whispered. "Bastard! I will never forgive you for violating my daughter and corrupting her as you have." "I don't seek your forgiveness mother... only your warm willing flesh." "You say as you rape me..." "Then I will stop and never will you feel my presence again pastor's wife." "No... I mean if I let you have me will you leave my daughter alone?" "No... she belongs to me willingly." "How can I save her soul?" "You can't... you can either leave now and be a pastor's wife or remain and be a demon's whore the choice is yours." "Whore..." she tried out the word as I was still deep inside of her and I slowly began to pull out. "No... please don't, it has been so long since..." "Since?" "My husband is a very busy man and he has so little time for..." "When is the last time he fucked you?" "So foul mouthed for a demon..." she said. "I asked you a question woman." "He hasn't made love..." "Fucked you..." "He hasn't fucked me in three years! There are you happy?" "Delighted. Now are you going to be a good little whore and get on your back for a good old fashioned demon fucking or are you gonna leave?" She was on her back faster that I thought possible. "Now spread your legs for me whore," I told her and she complied. "Now tell me where do you want my cock, point to it?" "Here," she said pointing to her sex which glistened in the bright moon light. "Not here," I asked my finger touching her ass. "NO!" "For tonight I will humor you but tomorrow night will be a different matter whore of mine." "Please... fuck me demon... make me cum like you did my daughter and Evelyn!" "I love it when a woman begs for it!" I took her legs and placed one over each of my shoulders and eased my member into her slowly enjoying her warm wet slit. Then began to move in and out of her and she was moaning with each inward thrust. "So deep! So thick! I have never felt so complete... so stretched inside..."