Vampire Slave ============= by Caesar(92) Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife. With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age. The door handle was there a foot before her, and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quiet as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her. A scream sounded from some dingy corner where she saw a four foot cubed cage with a naked child within. Its eyes were open wide with fear and bewilderment. The child was reaching for Jane with one hand through the tight bars. Multitudes of small stringy black mammals hung upside down, still. On the opposite wall a cocoon-like egg-shaped five foot long container hung. Inside the egg an eerie shadow of a human could be seen in the fetal position. The cobwebs in every corner gave the basement the appearance of an attic. A rat tore at a slab of meat that resembled a greyish hand. An old man knelt next to the door, his body covered in slash marks and welts. He wore nothing except rags and he was trembling at Jane. The average looking housewife trembled in barely controlled fear and disgust. She hated this place! An old metal staircase spiralled downward into the depths. Taking a candle from the tarnished silver holder, Jane descended into what she considered hell. The flickering flame only showed about ten feet in radius and she knew the room below her was very large, in fact larger than the floor space of the house. She stood on the well tread gravel path. In the darkness she could hear the sound of flowing water, metal scraping against rock, a moan of pain or delight, and a concealed chuckle. This was her destination! "Hello? Is the mistress in?" She called out with fear sounding in every word. Her voice echoed several times until the silence overtook the sound. It only took seconds for her to see a person materialize from the darkness. It was a woman, a tall female with black hair and grey eyes. A divinely beautiful woman who was the ideal of the perfect female. She wore a circlet of gold about her waist and another around her ankle. In her right hand she held a shiny leather whip. Jane dropped to her knees in fright and stammered out, "Mistress please...I need to speak to you?!" The mistress stood above the housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't do it! What about my life, and my family's?" The mistress played the whips tail about the clothed shoulders of the housewife causing her to tremble. Slowly the tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the mounds of her breasts. Jane opened her mouth to speak again, but the mistress effortlessly slapped her cheek. Jane was sprawling several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit. The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin. Jane screamed out in horror, realizing that she was in total control of the woman she called mistress. The brute was a creature who only lived for the distorted sense of pleasure was to cause pain. It was a creature the housewife had the horror of meeting one other time. The mistress looked on, not even stopping the beast when Jane's clothes were finally off. But watched with almost indifferent attitude. The beast pulled Jane up into the air effortlessly, her feet not even touching the ground. Naked as she is, she's determined to get through this horror somehow. Both her fists were hitting its rock hard chest again and again to no avail. With a grunt the grey man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long phallus. Jane screamed out in pain! Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her, holding onto her hips and moving her up and down very fast. The two inch wide cock ripped and tore her sensitive vagina causing her excruciating pain. The housewife could take it no longer, and begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Spots appeared before her eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the pain. Much of which, she would mercifully not remember. Jane awoke, laying upon the cold gravel floor, an unknown time later. Above her the mistress stood, her legs straddling the housewives face. Even as she first opened her eyes, she saw the perfectly formed vagina above her bulge up and red pee rained down onto her face. The housewife opened her mouth and took the long wide stream, tasting blood. The thicker-than-piss shot onto her face and into her mouth where she attempted to swallow as much as possible. Though most did end up on her face and in her hair, she still swallowed a large percentage of the thick salty liquid. When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slave's hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible. Her tongue slide into the slim groove to flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane is reminded of the first time she met her mistress, a bar late night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, that chance encounter would forever change her. Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress told her to do something and she will do it, at least after she gives her mistress pleasure! -*- A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Everything was serene and quiet. She now wore lingerie that her hubby had bought for her. Quiet as a cat, Jane crawled under the blankets over the sleeping male. Working herself up from his feet to his mid section the woman bent over and immediately took his deflated penis into her mouth. Few times in there ten years of marriage had the housewife taken his cock in her mouth. Maybe that was why she had agreed to follow that beautiful woman home from the bar that fateful night. She knew the pleasure points on the familiar cock, and used her tongue to press them. The mans penis grew very rapidly in her mouth, responding to her gentle sucking. When he was hard, she began to swish her tongue around the crown of the penis, working her tongue into every curve and crevice. While at the same time began to rhythmically stroke the base of his cock with her hand. The other hand squeezed his balls and fingered his anus. What man could sleep for long with that attention? The husband was no different. A groan preceded his forced wakefulness. He immediately knew what was happening and cried out with pleasure. A hand held the back of his wife's bobbing head and held her there making sure his pleasure would not be interrupted. When he felt that an orgasm was only seconds away she stopped. The husband let out a huge groan of despair, perhaps thinking she did not want to continue. But to his surprise and enjoyment, Jane began to kiss her way up his body. Soon she held his rock hard cock straight up in the air while she aimed her bottom. Jane let out squeal of delight and pain, from sensations of her ripped and aching cunt. She wanted to pleasure her partner to give him everything. So she began a slow gentle glide up and down his hard pole. Jane brought her breasts down to her husbands face, letting the hard nipples slide across his moist lips. He was bringing his cock up to meet her cunt, and the sloppy sounds echoed about the room. The smell of sex and something else drifted about he room. Hubby only noticed the strange, yet familiar, scent for a brief second before his pleasure was too much for him. Jane groaned out, echoing her husbands ecstasy. Hubby growled out loudly his sperm shooting out the head of his cock to drench his wife's vagina. The warm cum caused Jane to finally reach her own orgasm, her vagina muscles uncontrollably milking the cock inside her. Soon they lay exhausted and spent, both very happy. Hubby rubbed his hand along his wife's back and buttocks, feeling the wonderful warmth and smoothness. He felt down to her thighs and calves surprised and delighted that she wore stockings. In fact it excited him again, and a familiar stirring could be felt within both sex organs. Yet that scent again caught his attention, when he noticed his wife was crying gently to herself. He was about to ask her what was wrong when he saw her left arm and then noticed much of the bed covers. They were drenched in blood. First thing he did was jump, throwing his wife to the side, he assumed she was hurt. Jane again clenched him in her arms, looking into his eyes with pity and sadness. Hubby saw a glint of ivory as his wife opened her mouth only slightly. Two long pointy teeth were sticking out of her mouth! He tried to jump backwards but Jane's hands held him in a steel grip, and long nails were breaking skin the blood dripping down to his hands. She again rolled him onto his back and placed both knees on either side of his hips and held him. Jane slowly bent forward, with mouth open, a spiked tongue slithered out to lick and moisten her lips. Hubby got off one word before his wife placed her mouth around his windpipe and squeezed, "Jane...!" The two teeth broke the skin and she began to suck. Just as she had done earlier with her two children, the housewife sucked the life juice from her husband. After when it was all over she lay in a heap above the man she loved. Jane cried!