Backroom antics

Author: Shen Grah

Date: 11-30-02 13:06

The bar scene had turned out unfruitful entertainment. Paysha had found the patrons "boring and uninspiring". "No one with any spark in their eyes." "Shen can we please go? These people are too odiferous for me." Paysha waves off the lingering beer-breath of the last man stupid enough to think she would fall for his lines. Shen seems to be staring off down the back hallway of the bar. He seems to be staring into the corridor, fixated on something. Paysha reaches into his mind to try to find the object of his interest. Through his thoughts she can hear voices, the sweet diminuitive voice of a female begging for someone to stop. Paysha grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him. "Shen, not every battle is ours. Who is she? Where is she?" Coming back from the trance that he shakes off the stupor of concentration. Shen speaks slowly and heavily, "In the back room. I saw a man put something in her drink. But the trick is on him." His preternatural state allows him to stand and traverse the steps across the dance floor in a split second. Of course Paysha follows, scared of the havoc he could wreak were he to make a scene.

The doors to the back room fly open with a flick of his wrist. The one who was trying to take advantage of the girl, starts quickly to try to pull his pants up. The woman laying under him crying and obviously unable to move from the powerful drugs in her system, opens her eyes to see her salvation. Shen catches the man around the throat in a powerful grip and throws him into the wall. The man lunges to try a counter -attack; but Shen catches his hand and twists it until small splinters of bone were heard cracking. The man screams in pain and curses at Shen. Paysha rushes into the room to aid the woman and finds Shen with "that look" in his eyes. She had only seen it a few times and it always ended in disaster. Paysha could feel the heat of his anger, and stands back to let him vent. The disdain he was feeling was apparent in the look of rage on his face. "Sir, I am glad I have caught you at this late hour of night." Shen says as he holds the now limp battered arm of the man. "So sorry to have interrupted you and your lady friend but I think I have a far greater pleasure in store for you. Do you know what death feels like?" Lowering his voice to almost a whisper and staring intently into the man's eyes. Shen knows he owns this man now. The fear has turned him into a puppet. "I think we should have a little fun don't you?" As he lets go of the man's arm and grabs around the shoulders like an old chum. "Seems you were pretty intent on revealing yourself to this woman. How about letting us see now. I think my lady friend might enjoy that too." Shen glances at Paysha and at the woman on the floor who has now passed out. That twinkle of ire in his eyes let's Paysha know that the torment for this man is just beginning.

Shen could see the look of indecision on the man's face. He wasn't sure what to think of this thing that had busted up his little rendezvous and was now asking him to pull it out. "I think it would be a splendid idea Shen. Let's see what all this fuss was about." Paysha let's a devious smile spread across her lips. Still holding the man around the shoulders, Shen bends and whispers menacingly in the man's ear. "I think you should give the lady a good show." With that Shen drops the man from his grip and swings around and shuts the door. "I think a little privacy is in order, don't you?" With the music from the club reverberating and pounding through the walls of the back room, the man steps back from them both and almost trips over the woman lying on the floor. "Look you two, I don't know who you are or what you are tripping on but I am not about to �.." Paysha interrupts the man with an air of disregard. "He's not all that bad looking, under all that grime and stench of alcohol." She looks over every inch of him, sizing him up.

Her eyes stop at the bare patch of firm stomach still exposed from his half closed pants and shirt. She smiles at the ripples of taut muscle. "This could be fun." Paysha says as Shen stares fixedly at the man.

***

Moving to the bedroom

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-30-02 13:23

Her gaze is icy and intent on watching Tricia. She can see the poor girl is physically aroused, and tormented watching both her and Guillaume embraced in such pleasure. She continues to rock on top of Guillaume, all the while reaching close to orgasm, but yet refraining so that she and Guillaume may continue in front of Tricia. She speaks in a low growl as she calls out to Tricia.

"Tricia, do not touch yourself, or you will be punished."

She moves her gaze now to Guillaume and his features have twisted to an impassioned grin at her last words. She stops thrusting against him and kisses him softly.

"Guillaume, let's me and you move to the bed. Tricia will come sit on the plush chair next to the bed."

His look is agreeable, and she climbs off of him. The oils he spilled down them, are now mostly absorbed into their skin leaving a soft smooth oiled surface down their fronts. She gets off the tub and takes his hand leading him to the bedroom all the while looking behind to see Tricia following at a safe distance. She can see a fair amount of wetness between Tricia's legs and a wicked smile parts her lips. She leads Guillaume to the large bed with red silk covers. As Guillaume lays down, she takes Tricia by the hand and sits her in the large chair at the corner of the bed. She sits her down and spreads her legs while going down to her knees.

"Now Tricia, whatever you do, don't touch yourself. If I catch you touching yourself, I will be very displeased and I will do things to you that you never even imagined in a nightmare."

With that now said, she leans between Tricia's legs and laps at the soft wet folds with her tongue, but only a couple of times. The poor girl has now gone into an ecstatic haze at the tease. She rises from between Tricia's legs and goes back to the bed. She could care little if Tricia watches now as she desires Guillaume to finish the job. She decides it's now time for Guillaume to take control of both women and she gets on her hands and knees for him to take her from behind. She is still clearly aroused as he gets up and wraps his arms around her body. He slides himself between her legs again resuming their dance of passion.

He thrusts himself deeper inside of her, and moans of pleasure audibly escape as he does so. He can feel the lustful gaze of Tricia upon his form and decides to take advantage of it. She can feel his thrusts getting harder and harder, along with his own breathing getting more ragged. She takes advantage of his probing hands and sits up putting her back to his front. He continues in an upward thrust while grabbing her tightly moving his hands to her breasts. They both groan quite loudly now embraced with each other in perhaps their most passionate moment since they met. She cries out loudly, not for the sake of crying out, but to tease poor Tricia with the effects of her own orgasm as it spills out between her legs.

Not only does she feel it, but Tricia can perhaps feel the faint echoes of her release in her own blood.

She brings her hands up between Guillaume's neck holding tightly as he continues to thrust deep inside.

She spits the words out with each rhythmic thrust of Guillaume and between pants of her own breath.

"Tricia, so help me god, if you are touching yourself"....*more moans of pleasure as he growls into her ear.*

"I will hurt you...I will touch you, and I will hurt you my darling...I will hurt you so very very good."

The words come out for Guillaume's pleasure as she desires for him to picture Tricia caught in the embrace of an s & m posture.

***

Uncontrollable urges

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-30-02 13:41

At Tricia hears Lady Narcissa say,"Tricia, so help me god, if you are touching yourself"...."I will hurt you...I will touch you, and I will hurt you my darling...I will hurt you so very very good."... She chenches and unclenches her hands and to keep herself from touching her sensitive parts she places her hands under her thighs... Not realizing that Narcissa meant ANY touching of herself. Tricia says al most in a Moan... sitting on her hands, " I am trying so hard not to but I am going to explode"...........Please put me out of my misery I beg you, Lady Narcissa Lord Guillame..PLEASE >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.

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Carnal Delights with an Ulterior Motive

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-02-02 06:33

Violet listened to Laura as she told her everything, starting from the original nightmare, to the erotic dreams about her best friend, her desire to "use" Tricia to satisfy her own carnal pleasures, as well as her surrender to Lady Narcissa. A devious grin played over Violet's features as Laura mentioned her want to "use" her as she had wanted to do to Tricia not long ago.

She nodded and lifted a hand to wipe the tears from Laura's cheeks. She never took her gaze off Laura's. She nodded slightly when she heard Laura's whispered words. "I want it to happen." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Laura's lips. "I was hoping you'd say that." She whispered softly.

Her hands trailed Laura's form, from her shoulders along the curve of her breasts, and down to the slender curve of her hip, to the graceful length of her thigh. Her eyes never leaving Laura's as she moved a hand to the strap of the gown that Laura wore, and slipped it down over a slender shoulder. "Tonight, we spend with each other Laura. I am yours to do as you wish; I do hope you are mine for the same."

She took Laura's hand in her free hand and lifted it to her left breast, pressing the hand close to the t-shirt covered flesh. "Indulge your wants Laura; make happen what you want to happen. Take from me what you need, as I take from you what I need."

She watched Laura, her own hand resting just to the side of Laura's right breast, thumb lightly stroking the nipple. There was a double meaning in her words, one that Laura would not recognize, nor understand. Though by the time this night is through, Violet would have done what she had wanted to, tasted the flesh of this beautiful young woman, as well as sipped from the sweet nectar that coursed through her veins.

Pleasures would be had by both women, both carnal and delicious, and a wish to taste would be sated. Though, she had a feeling that once the effect of Violet's ulterior motive has kicked in, she had a feeling that the lovely Laura would be a bit more confused, though a bit more willing to remain here at the Kiss.

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Self Discipline

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-02-02 06:41

Guillaume kneels in the center of the bed, his bottom resting on the soles of his feet. Narcissa sits snugly in his lap with him inside of her. Their bodies rock together as one.

Narcissa reaches up to twine her fingers behind Guillaume's neck, and leans back her head so that her mouth is close to his ear as she chides Tricia.

"Tricia, so help me god, if you are touching yourself...." Narcissa's words roll forth as breathy groans, as if merely enunciating that act brings her pleasure. "I will hurt you... I will touch you, and I will hurt you my darling... I will hurt you so very, very good."

Guillaume growls approvingly. Teaching a mortal to equate pleasure and pain, and to live for nothing but the intense experience of both, is not new to him. Colette had loved it so much that she had treated all her servants, and much of her prey, that way. Guillaume quickly developed similar tastes.

Tricia is a prime candidate for the role. Narcissa's torment has her completely discomforted. She has to sit on her hands to keep from touching herself as she laments, "I am trying so hard not to but I am going to explode.... Please... put me out of my misery.... I beg you, Lady Narcissa... Lord Guillaume... PLEASE!"

Guillaume knows from the way Narcissa's body writhes against his that she enjoys Tricia's begging. Enjoyment is fine, but Guillaume wants her addicted to it.

Running his hands up from her hips, Guillaume covers Narcissa's breasts with his spread fingers.

"Our little slave spoke without permission," he observes loudly enough for Tricia to hear as well. "She needs discipline." As he says that last word, he pinches Narcissa's nipples. She groans her agreement.

"See how she hides her hands, again without asking," Guillaume continues. "She begs us to help her not to disobey and touch herself. I think we can do that, and teach her some discipline at the same time."

Guillaume continues the gentle thrusting of his hips under Narcissa even as he faces Tricia and gives his instructions. "Tricia, I have no doubt that if you search the closets in this room, you will have no trouble finding a variety of sashes from robes and gowns and such. Go fetch four of them and deliver them here to your Mistress."

Tricia gasps, obviously apprehending what he has in mind. So surely does Narcissa, who purrs her approval, then moans softly as Guillaume's left hand continues fondling her breast while his right hand slides down between her legs.

Guillaume whispers in Narcissa's ear, "I'll leave you the honor, my love, of deciding how best to employ those bonds."

***

Blind Leading the Blind

Author: Mat

Date: 12-02-02 09:27

"The girl is able to see again, now. Or she will be as soon as she stops skreeking like a hell-cat and opens her eyes. And now for your other problem, Aradia," she said the name slowly, it felt strange in her mouth. "What do you mean you cannot communicate with that child? I had no knowledge of the language we are speaking when I came out of the water, what I know I speak now was harvested directly from that child's mind."

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Restraining orders

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-02-02 09:43

Unable to do much in her current position, she moves with his body as his hands decide what part of her body to explore and exite. She groans with pleasure at each spot he touches or pinches and moans as he continues to thrust deep inside her. Tricia's begging is music to her ears as the poor girl continues to wriggle in her chair, hands under her legs, begging for orgasmic release. Her own moans continue to grow louder as Guillaume orders Tricia to the closet to retrieve her own bindings. Tricia comes to the edge of the bed and stands there watching them, desperately wishing to reach out to them, to reach down between her own legs, to release the mounted pressure.

She feels another orgasm well within her and as he moves his fingers between her legs, the pressure of holding it in is unbearable. She cries out grabbing his hair in her fingers as the orgasm washes from her body. With heavy breaths she leans forward putting her hands on the bed in front of her on all fours, while he continues to pump inside her grabbing her hips. The display is perhaps too much for Tricia and her knees weaken. She nearly collapses on the bed and both herself and Guillaume move their icy gazes to the poor dear. Guillaume slows himself to a stop and complete removes himself from inside her....he slowly slides out from her folds with a wicked grin parting his lips, Tricia's gaze solely on him at this point. He can see a longing, a begging, the ultimate desire, craving him to be inside of her like he was with Narcissa.

While Tricia is distracted, she comes up behind the girl, easing her on to the bed at the head board. Tricia complies willingly, without question, continuing to watch Guillaume thinking now she will get the release and love from him. Little does she know what torture is to come. With the strips of silken cloth, she ties each of Tricia's wrists to the bedposts while she is on her back. Tricia starts to spread her legs anticipating the acceptance of Guillaume there, but she looks to Tricia sternly.

"Close your legs Tricia. Close them tight together."

Tricia complies and she wraps the bindings tightly around her porcelin ankles. She also puts a binding just above Tricia's knees for good measure.

Now Tricia lays at the head of the bed, sitting up a bit, with arms bound to the posts and legs bound together. She crawls back up and resumes her position being on her hands and knees while Guillaume takes his position again behind her. Now, she is able to press her body against Tricia's legs allowing the sweet wetness to drip to Tricia's toes as they continue. They start slow again, both their gazes locked on Tricia as watches on. At first Tricia seems pleased that she will get the satisfaction she desires, but the expression turns to horror as she realizes Guillaume and Narcissa have no intention of doing that. She intentionally bound Tricia this way so Guillaume might have the twisted pleasure of watching her, watch them.

Her own moans escalate again as his passion thrusts deep within her. Every so often, she will reach out between Tricia's legs stroking softly, but it is only meant to tease. Tricia is so swollen and wet, it perhaps hurts her to watch the both of them indulge in their passion, and even more painful as they indulge in their dark fantasies of enslaving her.

"Guillaume my love, I desire so much to watch you torture poor Tricia. I want you to do things to her and let me watch."

She flips back her long fiery curls to look at him over her shoulder. He knows exactly what she means by torture, as he seems to be the master of this situation right now.

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Uncertainty

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-02-02 13:46

"Indulge your wants Laura," Lady Violet suggests, her gaze penetrating deeply into Laura's eyes. "Make happen what you want to happen. Take from me what you need, as I take from you what I need."

Laura's head lolls back and she moans as Lady Violet's thumb plays with Laura's right nipple, protruding stiffly beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Laura knows what she wants to happen. Laura knows what she needs from Lady Violet... No more -- although, she hopes, no less -- than Lady Narcissa gave to Laura last night. In her current state, Laura is sure it would take only a few strokes of Lady Violet' fingers, or some flicks of her tongue, on that one most sensitive spot to appease the immediate demands of Laura's body.

Laura believes she needs nothing less than that sort of loving attention. Many times over the past few days, she has tried to satisfy herself, only to be left more libidinous than before. She hopes that by giving her body to another -- by actually making love, rather than simply orgasming -- she might finally quench her desires.

But lovemaking is a two-way venture. Last night, Laura had steeled herself to do for Lady Narcissa what Narcissa had done to her. While the idea of touching a woman like that distressed Laura, at least she had prior desires for Lady Narcissa, and the thought of giving her that ecstacy attracted Laura. The only thing that stopped Laura was when Lady Narcissa unexpectedly invited Guillaume and Tricia to join them in bed. Laura wanted no part of that.

Now, as Laura looks at Lady Violet, she does not even find the attraction she feels for Narcissa. Lady Violet is a trusted friend, but she is a woman, and Laura sees her no differently than she sees all women, with the recent exception of her secret fantasies about Belle and Lady Narcissa.

But Laura has been just SO very horny. And the way Lady Violet touches her feels so good.... But to make love to a woman... one she has only just met, no less... or to any woman for that matter? It is still a thought that Laura finds a bit repulsive.

Laura's focus returns to Lady Violet's amorous eyes. Laura's breathing has become ragged sobs, punctuated with sharp little intakes of breath each time Lady Violet's fingers caress an especially erogenous area. Laura shudders and takes hold of Lady Violet's wrists, gently pushing her hands away. Laura sits back and it is clear from the look in her eyes that she has made some nearly impossible decision.

For a moment, it appears as if Laura has changed her mind and lost all interest in spending the night with Lady Violet. Then, with her gaze never leaving Violet's, and her expression never changing, Laura rises up on her knees, reaches back and unzips her gown. She pulls it off over her head and tosses it aside, to now kneel completely naked on the bed facing Lady Violet.

Plainly, however, Laura has not removed her clothes as an act of passion, but of utility, as one undresses for a doctor. She takes a deep, unsteady breath and moves a little closer to Lady Violet.

"I know I told you... I had been with Lady Narcissa," Laura speaks in frigid monotone, even though her breath has declined into a loud, rapid panting. "But I did nothing... other than just lay there.... Lady Narcissa did everything.... I've never really done this before... you know... not with a woman.... I need you... to show me what to do."

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First Lessons

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-03-02 06:28

Guillaume smiles down at Vampiress Narcissa, on her knees and elbows on top of Tricia's bound legs. Narcissa begins rubbing her most sensitive places against Tricia's smooth shin in time with Guillaume's rhythmic movements inside of her. Tricia can do nothing but watch, with her arms spread toward either side of the large bed, her wrists bound by sashes tied to posts at the ends of the headboard. Her head elevated on a pillow, Tricia stares at them, her eyes dull and her mouth hanging slackly open with unsatisfied lust. Her shallow, desperate panting is only interrupted by a sudden gasp or groan when Narcissa occasionally and briefly probes between the tops of her thighs with her fingers or tongue. Tricia then bucks her hips, trying to intensify or prolong the contact, but with her Tricia's thighs tied tightly together above the knees, she has no control in the situation.

"Guillaume, my love," Narcissa growls lasciviously as she looks back over her shoulder. "I desire so much to watch you torture poor Tricia. I want you to do things to her and let me watch."

Guillaume slows his motions inside of Narcissa. He was finally about to allow himself release with Narcissa, right there on top of Tricia's legs, but if Narcissa wants a show, he will deny himself that pleasure... for a moment.

"Alright, my dear," Guillaume tells Narcissa as he withdraws from her slowly. "If that will please you, then I'll be happy to comply. But stay close at hand... within arm's length, as it were. We must make sure that Tricia's interest remains complete, regardless of what I do to her."

Narcissa chuckles wicked assent as she straightens up, still sitting on Tricia's bound ankles. Guillaume moves in front of her and turns his back on Narcissa to straddle Tricia's chest, with one particularly slick part of his anatomy finding its place between her breasts. Guillaume pushes them together and again starts rocking his hips, pleasuring himself with their silky skin.

Tricia gazes up at him, her breathing, already unsteady with desire, now strained by the modest portion of his weight he has allowed to settle on her ribcage. Tricia's breath then turns to distinct little sobs as Guillaume starts to mercilessly pinch and pull at her nipples, even stretching her breasts up into sharp narrow cones before releasing them to repeat the torture. He lets go of one to reach back and touch Tricia between her legs, in order to ensure that she associates the painful handling of her breasts with sexual desire. But he finds that Narcissa is already stroking Tricia, just enough to keep her lust inflamed, but not enough to allow it to reach its climax.

Resuming his cruel manipulations of both of her breasts, Guillaume smiles down at Tricia's face, twisted by competing waves of pain and pleasure. Guillaume's voice is a seductive whisper.

"You wish to please me, Tricia. Do you not?"

"Oh, yes!" Tricia gasps.

"'Yes' what?" Guillaume hisses, giving both of Tricia's nipples a particularly painful twist.

"Um," Tricia shrieks. "Yes... um... Yes... Yes, my Lord."

"That's better," Guillaume says kindly, now gently caressing her breasts. "And you want to please your Mistress, Lady Narcissa. Do you not, Tricia?"

"Yes, my Lord," the girl replies with equal enthusiasm.

"Tricia... Would you like to taste your Mistress?"

"Yes, my Lord," she sighs with obvious desire.

"Well," Guillaume chuckles. "Then now you will, as I am sure much of her flavor remains upon me."

Guillaume rises up on his knees and, grasping the headboard, leans forward to bring himself up to Tricia's face. Obediently, willingly, perhaps even eagerly, she takes him into her mouth.

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Silent Observee

Author: Aradia

Date: 12-03-02 07:54

Aradia and her Sisterhood would never heal through pain. That is the way of scientific and so-called "Western" medicine. But if Mat says the girl's blindness is gone, Aradia knows it is true.

"What do you mean you cannot communicate with that child?" Mat then asks. "I had no knowledge of the language we are speaking when I came out of the water. What I know I speak now was harvested directly from that child's mind."

"Well," Aradia replies, thinking back over the past two days. "She has never spoken. At first, it seemed she was deaf, but eventually, at times, she did react to my voice. But she has shown no knowledge of language."

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Watching and learning

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-03-02 10:00

She slows her pace along with Guillaume as he relents to take care of Tricia. She sits up on Tricia's legs, and as he straddles over her to torture the poor girl, she rubs her hands up his back kissing his cool skin. With each thrust and pull on Tricia's chest, she can hear the poor girls moans of pleasure and pain. It amuses her that not once does she feel sorry for Tricia. It's as if Tricia is a doll, a playtoy for them to use at their leisure, a doll to poke and prod, a doll to play their twisted games with. She sits back down on Tricia's legs leaning down as he toys and torture's Tricia's breasts. She pulls back Tricia's thighs a bit licking the soft wet area between her legs. She darts her tongue out lightly, at first caressing, then teasing the poor girl, only allowing her seconds of pleasure with her tongue. Tricia bucks against the weight of Guillaume on top of her to recieve more oral pleasures, but by now she is done. As Tricia takes Guillaume in her mouth, she dismounts from Tricia's legs to watch. She moves to the chair where Tricia originally sat spreading her legs across each arm and moving her own fingers down between her legs. His rhythmic motions against Tricia bring him to his own orgasm as Tricia sucks and licks obidiently. She continues to stroke herself violently watching as he pulls out of Tricia's mouth and letting loose across her chest. She breaths heavy and closes her eyes still picturing Tricia sucking Guillaume whether she likes it or not, bringing herself to her own bonds of ecstacy. She is actually amazed that she does not find herself so jealous of what just transpired. She actually feels closer to them both and rises from the chair. She kisses Guillaume softly and looks down wildly to Tricia.

"My turn now."

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A Short Lesson for Now

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-03-02 11:16

Violet watched as Laura removed her dress, and moved closer to her. It was an act more so of utility than of passion. Violet did see quite a bit of passion in the lovely young Laura, passion that could be shared through love making, as well as through other activities. But, for now, her passion would be shown through love making.

"I know I told you... I had been with Lady Narcissa," Laura speaks in frigid monotone, even though her breath has declined into a loud, rapid panting. "But I did nothing... other than just lay there.... Lady Narcissa did everything.... I've never really done this before... you know... not with a woman.... I need you... to show me what to do."

Violet nodded and lifted a hand to again lightly cup Laura's right breast, thumb dancing over the now bare flesh, teasing the hard pebbled peak. This pleasurable torment was done for only a moment before Violet slipped from the bed and slipped out of the shorts and shirt. She rejoined Laura on the bed.

"I will show you Laura. I will show you all I know." She said lifting her hand back to Laura's right breast. She watched Laura's reaction to this; it was the same as before. Her head lolling back in pleasure.

She brought Laura's gaze back to hers as she pressed her lips against Laura's, her tongue boldly slipping past her lips to taste of Laura's mouth. As her tongue explored the depths of Laura's mouth, her right hand continued to tease the flesh of Laura's right breast, while her left slowly began a gentle trail along Laura's left thigh.

As her fingertips reached the juncture of thigh and torso, her nails lightly trailed along the top of Laura's most intimate place. She smiled softly at the moan that this brought from Laura in the kiss they shared. Soon she felt Laura's hands mimicking her actions. The kiss was broken when Violet felt Laura's timid touch along her womanhood.

Her eyes were glazed slightly as she looked at Laura, a seductive smile played over her lips. "Now, come sit closer to me, this will make it easier my dear Laura." She said as she pulled Laura closer to her. As she pulled Laura closer she let her fingertips slowly explore the folds of Laura's most intimate place, seeking out that one place that was the most sensitive.

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Learning to Share

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-03-02 12:45

At first, Laura simply mirrors Lady Violet's movements. Were it not for Laura's intense, unrelenting, and nearly overwhelming libidinousness, she would have found touching and being touched by a woman in this way impossible. Now, she endures it -- and even abides her sensual response as Lady Violet strokes her breast, her thigh -- as a means to the relief she so desperately seeks.

Then, with Lady Violet's first tender touch of Laura's most intimate place, Laura's body begins to accept what her mind rejects. The slightest spark of passion warms what had started for Laura as an obligatory and mechanical kiss, and her tongue responds to Violet's in a timid pas de deux.

Still copying Lady Violet, Laura moves her right hand up the inside of Violet's right thigh until her index finger lies upon the line of warm, moist flesh. Lady Violet's head rolls back with a sigh, breaking their kiss.

"Now, come sit closer to me," Lady Violet whispers with an affectionate smile. "This will make it easier, my dear Laura."

Lady Violet pulls Laura closer as her fingers slip between Laura's yielding folds. Laura moans her surrender as Violet gathers moisture upon her fingertip, then slides it up to massage the apex of Laura's pleasure. For the moment, at least, Lady Violet is no longer a woman to Laura, nor a friend... she is a lover giving Laura amorous pleasure.

"Oh God...." Laura groans as Lady Violet's touch slowly stimulates Laura toward the ultimate ecstacy, which Laura appreciatively wants to share. Laura presses her own fingers into Lady Violet, clumsily trying to imitate what Lady Violet is doing to her. As she starts to rub Lady Violet's most sensitive point with her fingers, just as Lady Violet continues to do to Laura, Laura starts to murmur. "Oh, God... That feels so good... I want to... I want to... Can you feel it, too? I want you to feel what I feel... I want to do... Do what you're doing for me.... It feels so good.... I want to make you feel good. Am I? Am I doing it? Oh, God... What you're doing... It feels so good. I want to do it for you."

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Damsel in Distress

Author: Paysha Talamas

Date: 12-03-02 15:41

"I believe I requested a show for the lady", Shen growls at the man. Paysha sends her powers of persuasion toward the man. Like an automaton he pulls the pants down to bare himself to these two strangers. Paysha walks around the man, running her fingers along the firm muscles of his chest around his back. With a firm clutch she grabs one of his firm buttocks and proceeds to knead it in her delicate but deadly hand. Standing behind him she tips on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Doesn't that feel good? Now I would like to see what you can do with that limp little thing. Of course in it's present state not much. I think you should get it ready for presentation. Go on. Wrap your fingers around it and squeeze like I would if you were lucky enough to have me on top of you." Paysha can tell from the quickening of his breath, that despite the man's fears he was finding himself turned on. He reaches with his one good arm for his now slowly growing extension. Coming around in front of the man, Paysha steps back to see his now engorged manhood stand to attention. With the gift of silent persuasion, Paysha proceeds to will the man to pleasure himself in time with the beating of the music. She can feel him about to reach the pinnacle of his passion. She steps closer to him and reaches out to run her hand down his chest. Her fingers glide over ripple after ripple. She can feel his heart beating faster and faster. It is more than she can stand. Looking up into his eyes, "Not tonight dear. I have other pleasure for you." With that she strokes the bend of his neck and sinks her teeth in. She can feel this man's blood suffusing her with renewed vigor. Sucking greedily she can feel the pulse slow and she releases him before the ceasing of the heart. She breaks the delirium of the infusion to realize that Shen is standing over the woman and stroking her cheek. He picks her gently from the floor and stands holding her in his arms like a child. "I am taking her home. I need to know that she got home safely." Never taking his eyes off her lovely face, "Can you take care of him? I will meet you back at the manor." Without argument, for Paysha could tell the necessity of this to him, she nods and smiles warmly at the image of him and his damsel in distress.

***

Inspiration

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-04-02 05:39

"My turn now!" Vampiress Narcissa proclaims, leering down at the naked young woman tied across her bed.

Momentarily sated, Guillaume surrenders his place on top of the bound girl. He moves to sit cross-legged on a far corner at the foot of the huge bed, leaning back against one of the stout, carved oak posts supporting its extravagant canopy. He decides it would amuse him to set Narcissa to a challenge.

"My dear Narcissa, please help yourself to whatever pleasures you might derive from Tricia's luscious body. But I wonder which of us will prove the more ingenious innovator of her sensual torment... Me, with my aged experience? Or can you surpass me with your youthful and creative enthusiasm?"

***

Encouragement

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-04-02 06:30

As Violet and Laura continued to pleasure each other, Violet's hands grow more insistent, as her need for release grows. The clumsiness and inexperience of her partner, only adds to the desire she held. Her thumb shifts to continue to massage and torment the apex of Laura's pleasure, while one finger, followed by another slip into Laura's heated passage.

Laura's murmurs only encourage Violet to continue to bring the woman pleasure. Though each question was answered by both a kiss and a verbal answer, she urged Laura to use a bit more pressure as she continued to torment and tease her most pleasurable point. "Oh God�Oh that feels so good�You are doing perfect�Don't stop�"

Violet pulls Laura's form closer to hers, wanting to feel the heat radiating from her form. Heat that has increased by the simple act of pleasure, heat that will remain for quite some time as her lessons in pleasure have only just begun.

Violet's lips slowly trail kisses along Laura's jaw line and along the column of her throat, stopping just above the life giving pulse at the base of her neck. She nips lightly, but her fangs do not pierce the skin. No, it is not time to sip from this lovely, passionate woman just yet.

Her thoughts simply remain on teaching Laura, and bringing her to new heights of passion and pleasure that can be gained from the act of two women making love, surrendering themselves to each other.

***

More torture

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-04-02 08:55

Youthful and creative enthusiasm? She can't help but laugh at his last comment, for she knows he far surpasses her in this matter. He knew exactly what he was doing to Tricia and she was only a mere observer. Now it was her turn and the creative juices come flowing from within her mind, literally. She unbinds Tricia's legs putting the ribbons aside.

"Tricia, open you legs."

Tricia obdiently does so with exuberance as she thinks now she will get the pleasure she aptly deserves. She lays on her stomach between Tricia's legs licking playfully at the throbbing wet sensitive flesh while moving her hands to her breasts. With each finger, she squeezes Tricia's nipples hard, until they turn a purplish color. As Tricia cries out in pain, she licks lovingly between her legs as to ease the pain. Tricia's cries of pain turn into moans of quick pleasure, but then back to pain as she stops each time. She pinches for short minutes to toughen them up before letting go and massing her whole breasts. She does this for a little while before boring of only licking at her. She decides to straddle over Tricia's face and looks down to her.

"Tricia, I love you very much and I want you to please me now. I want you to lick me until I spasm from orgasm and am satisfied."

Tricia obediently nods having wished to have been with a woman for a long time now. Her near trysts with Laura keeping her unsatisfied and unsated for days now. She starts to slowly lick her mistress looking to her to make sure she is enjoying it.

As Tricia starts her job, she arches her back keeping her hips steady over Tricia's face while reaching back between her legs again. She cups her hand between Tricia's legs reaching two fingers to her most sensitive spot...with that, she pinches hard with every stroke of Tricia's tongue. Tricia cannot help but cry out, but her licks become harder and harder against her with each pinch. She herself starts to moan and growl each time Tricia pleasures her with her tongue. She cries out as she starts to reach her pinnacle and stops torturing Tricia, now instead arching her back, reaching back and grasping both of Tricia's breasts, massasging them and grabbing them hard.

"OH yes, oh yes......mmmmmmmmooohhhh yessss."

She bucks her hips a bit, but Tricia is able to continue to press against her making her orgasm so hard, she nearly collapses back against the poor girl. Luckily Guillaume has already come from behind, his member fully erect again and nearing Tricia's drenched hole.

***

Hopeless Romantic

Author: Ian

Date: 12-04-02 11:03

Sitting alone in the parlor, Ian nonetheless has some inkling of the activities in and around the manor this night. It is not entirely without a sense of irony that he picks up his mandolin and plays himself this song.

~~~

I'll make love to you

In all good places:

Under black mountains,

In open spaces,

By deep brown rivers

That slither darkly

Through far marches

Where the blue hare races.

Come with me

To the Winged Isle --

Northern father's

Western child --

Where the dance of ages

Is playing still

Through far marches

Of acres wild.

I'll make love to you

In narrow side streets

With shuttered windows

And crumbling chimneys --

Come with me

To the weary town.

Discos silent

Under tiles

That slide from roof-tops

To scatter softly

On concrete marches

Of acres wild --

By red bricks pointed

With cement fingers

Flaking damply

From sagging shoulders.

Come with me

To the Winged Isle --

Northern father's

Western child --

Where the dance of ages

Is playing still

Through far marches

Of acres wild.

~~~

***

Distracted

Author: Mat

Date: 12-04-02 11:40

Aware of some change in the atmosphere, Mat was beginning to get restless, and more than a little uncomfortable. "Let us go downstairs, unto the Bard. I find I need some soothing." She didn't like the note of stress that she could clearly hear in her own voice, although she had no idea if the Witch...Aradia could hear it. She was relatively certain that the child could, but if so, she was wise enough to not make mention of it. She looked to the Witch 'Aradia' she reminded herself yet again. She gave a quick nod, and they proceeded down the back staircase and into the parlor in silence. The Bard was just completing some ironic song about lovers as they entered, and although he had stopped playing, Mat could still hear a slight resonance in the air.

She was still puzzling over the student's lack of ability to speak. Had she also damaged her mind, or her voice? Again she needed to know more, and the only way she could was to once again delve into the child's mind.

"If you will indulge me further Aradia, by sitting beside me here, I can show you my explorations into why this child has been such a problem. Would you like to see events as they have occured, as she has seen them?"

***

Coming Closer

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-04-02 13:14

Laura's body naturally reacts to Lady Violet's sweet caresses upon and within her. Laura recognizes that ordinarily the intense pleasure would have reached its climax by now. But her disinclination to making love with a woman and the distress this brings -- added to the regret from believing that she is just "using" Lady Violet -- are delaying the ultimate emotional and physical release to which Violet's sweet attentions must ultimately lead.

This sense of guilt makes Laura more determined than ever to bring the same ecstacy to Lady Violet. It has become a matter of pride. Laura does not want to take more than she gives in return. So again following Lady Violet's example, Laura shifts her hand to slip two fingers inside of her, while continuing to stroke her thumb over Violet's most sensitive point.

"Oh God" Lady Violet gasps. "Oh that feels so good... You are doing perfect... Don't stop...."

Laura herself moans loudly... in part from the emotional, even egotistical, satisfaction from knowing she can have such an effect on Lady Violet... but mostly from the way Violet, in her ardor, has buried her face in Laura's shoulder and is gently nibbling her neck, one of Laura's most sensual places.

Surrendering further to her passion, Laura lets her head fall back, panting and groaning. The bed begins to rock and creak as Laura's hips desperately thrust against the irresistible movements of Lady Violet's loving hand.

***

Developing Devotion

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-05-02 05:49

Guillaume had moved closer to stroke and tease Tricia, to ensure that she will learn to associate her own sexual needs with the act of pleasuring Narcissa. Thus, when Narcissa reaches her climax and slides back off Tricia's upturned face, Guillaume is there to take Narcissa in his arms and hold her trembling body in his lap as he sits inside of Tricia's widely spread legs. In her acute need, Tricia crosses her ankles behind Guillaume's back and tries to pull him to her, regardless of the fact that Narcissa is still between them.

Guillaume remains mindful of his and Narcissa's unstated goal of keeping Tricia at a level of intense -- but never satisfied -- physical desire throughout the whole night that she is with them. Tricia is already physically addicted to both of them, due to the infusion of their vampiric essence into her bloodstream. After an evening such as this, she will evermore equate that physical need with nothing but passionate, sensual love.

Confident that they have already fully awakened Tricia's sensuousness, Guillaume endeavors to reinforce her devotion.

Even before Narcissa has caught her breath, Guillaume rises to his knees and lays Narcissa on her stomach right on top of Tricia, such that they are face to face, breast to breast, hip to hip. Guillaume adjusts Narcissa' position, however, to minimize any direct stimulation of the most sensitive places between Tricia's legs.

Narcissa draws up her knees outside if Tricia's hips. Guillaume does not know if she did so to take some of her weight off of Tricia, or simply to raise her bottom so invitingly to Guillaume.

Guillaume moves up behind Narcissa who is resting her head on Tricia's shoulder. Still suffering the heightened sensitivity from the orgasm Tricia gave her, Narcissa throws back her head and gasps piercingly as Guillaume enters her from behind in one steady thrust. She is soon moving in time with him. Even though making love to Guillaume, with her back to him, Narcissa expresses her mounting fervor not just with the responsive movements of her hips, but also through the deep and passionate kisses she now bestows upon, and shares with, Tricia.

***

Multimedia

Author: Aradia

Date: 12-05-02 07:44

Mat keeps cocking her head and scowling, as if repeatedly distracted by something Aradia herself does not hear. This impression is reinforced when Mat suggests, "Let us go downstairs, unto the Bard. I find I need some soothing."

She apparently looks to have Ian's music drown whatever subtle tumult is bothering her. Aradia is surprised. She did not think the ears of a sea creature would be so sensitive on land. Or perhaps Mat has some sixth sense that externally manifests itself like sound.

Of course, in her studies, Aradia has read of things that often occur within nests of Vampires. If it is something like that Mat is hearing or otherwise sensing... well... Aradia shudders.

They enter the parlor -- just as Ian finishes a song -- followed by the odd, mute, but innately magical woman whom Aradia has agreed to mentor.

"If you will indulge me further Aradia, by sitting beside me here," Mat says as she takes a seat on a couch facing the fireplace. "I can show you my explorations into why this child has been such a problem. Would you like to see events as they have occurred, as she has seen them?"

Aradia's eyes widen with amazement. Mat can so readily apprehend and project the perceptions of another?! Aradia is coming to understand that Mat's power must lie in an astonishing control of the senses.

"Yes," Aradia replies evenly. "I would find that most interesting."

***

A quite passion

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-05-02 11:53

She sighs quietly as Guillaume catches her and lightly pushes her back into position on top of Tricia. It is a sigh of satisfaction that not only can she make love to Guillaume with an animal passion, but that they can also have a deep love for each other and know what each other wants. She falls forward lightly nipping at Tricia's skin now arching her back so that she is again exposed to him. As he thrusts himself in, she moans out again until their passion again reaches a peak. She furiously presses her lips against Tricia's kissing and taking what she wants from her. Guillaume continues to thrust in her and Tricia moves her hips upward desiring to taste Guillaume between her legs as well. Tricia moans with desire wishing the same satisfaction that her master and mistress are giving each other, but that is not to be tonight. She breaks the kiss from Tricia and now props up on hands and knees while Guillaume continues.

"Oh Guillaume...make me scream your name...make me....."

Just as she says that, waves of pleasure reach over her body once again. The stream of orgasms coming from her never ending now, as she press hard back against him. All of her muscles tense as another orgasm rushes from her. She cries out passionately while still panting heavy as he continues. Perhaps it is watching her and Tricia, or perhaps it is the hot fluids that pour from her body, but he as well feels the hot rush of orgasm filling his body as well. He pulls out and releases all over her back in a simultaneous orgasm.

"Oh my lover, my Guillaume." She cries out.. .She now turns, forgetting about Tricia and sits up on her knees taking him in a passionate embrace kissing him deeply. She has never felt love so deep, so bonded as she has with him.

***

Passion fever

Author: Tricia

Date: 12-05-02 13:41

Tricia cannot seem to focus her eyes and feels as if the only things in the world are her Lord and Lady. She is in such an extreme state of desire she feels that they are her whole world. Seeing them make love to each other and use her for their pleasure has her addicted. She is so in need of release and knows they they are her key. She will do anything that they ask for that release. anything.......... Pleasure and pain have become one to her. Passion is intertwined with thoughts of Narsicca and Guillame. Lord and Lady... She cannot help but moan and grind herself trying to get the release she so desperately needs from both of them Tricia cannot help herself. She Cries out" My Lord My Lady Please I beg you.................." PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***

Oh So Close

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-06-02 06:20

Violet continues to move her fingers within Laura while continuing to stroke and tease Laura's most sensitive point. Her lips tongue and teeth continue to tease and move along the curve of Laura's neck and along her shoulder. An almost animalistic growl escapes her lips against Laura's flesh as Laura slips two fingers into her, and as she continues to be pushed ever closer to that ultimate release.

She knew that Laura had to be oh so very close to her release and Violet continued to push Laura toward that. She moaned loudly, before again biting softly at the flesh of Laura's neck. Her senses were overwhelmed by the scents and feelings that consumed her.

The smell of Laura's arousal, the smell of Laura's life blood flowing through her veins, the feel of Laura's body so intimately pressed to hers, the feel of Laura's hand and fingers in her most sensitive place, the feel of the strong and rapid pulse at the base of Laura's neck.

She nipped lightly at the base of Laura's ear before whispering, her voice husky with the need of release and arousal. "Allow yourself the release you crave Laura. Let it happen." Her own body tensed a bit, her release coming soon. Some how she knew this release would be more satisfying physically than the brief tumble she had had with the biker earlier this evening. For the main reason that, the tumble earlier had just been for feeding purposes alone. That was simply sex, this, this was much different on so many levels.

***

Disciplined Devotion

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-06-02 06:28

Guillaume takes Narcissa into his arms, kissing her affectionately, relishing in her declaration of her devotion to him. For two centuries, since he sent Colette to the guillotine, Guillaume had doubted his ability to ever love, or be loved, again. Now, he feels it more deeply for Narcissa than he has ever before known. He hopes the tender press of his lips to hers, the gentle way he strokes her back, shows how completely he adores her.

This loving moment is interrupted by Tricia's frustrated groan. "My Lord... My Lady...."

Guillaume holds so little regard for his human servants -- thinking of them more as furnishings than people -- that he had momentarily forgotten her presence, despite the fact that he and Narcissa are kneeling together between Tricia's outstretched legs. Guillaume breaks his kiss with Narcissa to glare down at the bound young woman.

"Please... I beg you!" Tricia groans. Her back arches as she thrusts her hips toward them. Her hands clench as she pulls in vain against the sashes holding her wrists. Her need for sexual release, arising from her addiction to Guillaume's and Narcissa's vampiric essence, and brought to a fever pitch by their torment of her, has left Tricia frantic. "PLEASE!"

She stares at them, wild-eyed and panting.

Guillaume chuckles. He brings one hand up to sensuously stroke Narcissa's left breast, in full sight of Tricia, while he speaks to Narcissa. "That's twice now this child has interrupted us with her unsolicited demands. She still hasn't learned her place. Do you think it's time we teach her a little discipline?"

***

Happenings

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-06-02 12:53

"Allow yourself the release you crave, Laura," Lady Violet commands as she continues to lovingly stroke Laura's most sensitive places. "Let it happen."

It happens.

As it ends, Laura buries her face against Lady Violet's shoulder, sobbing with unparalleled ecstacy.

Laura's right hand slips back between Lady Violet's legs, and Laura's fingers resume their sweet caresses upon and within her.

***

And now the punishment

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-07-02 13:23

She closes her eyes enjoying the soft kisses and caresses of Guillaume. They both stand on their knees, a portrait of true love. She had never known how intense love could really be, but now she knows it when people speak about their soul mates. He was most certainly her soul mate, in more ways than one. She pressed her head against his chest and sighed happily as he continued to stroke her satisfied flesh with his cold touch. It was this moment she most longed for with him. A moment where they both felt full, satisfied and together. It was a quiet and tender moment she relished away from the violence of their real existance. It was until she heard Tricia's voice.

"My lord, my lady.....please!"

She opened her eyes slowly as a low growl rose from her throat. She wanted these moments alone with Guillaume having forgotten about Tricia. Tricia should have remained quiet, but with the tease comes the frustration, and with frustration comes a need for release. Guillaume's mention of punishment brought a wicked smile to her lips as she looked over her shoulder at the poor girl. It was at that moment that she felt like smacking Tricia across the face for interrupting their moment, but violence like that against their slave would be unaccepted in this house. She had something better pop into her head anyways. She turns her gaze back to Guillaume, still smiling.

"Oh yes Guillaume. I have something in mind that should put her back in her place."

He can feel her skin turn cold again as she slips away from his grip. She slips off the bed and unties each of Tricia's wrists from the bedpost. She takes all the bindings and motions for Tricia to get off the bed and move back to the chair.

"Tricia, I want you to climb on this chair and wrap your arms around the backside. Sit doggystyle on the chair with your face against the back of the seat."

As Tricia does this, Guillaume sits back on the bed curious as to what his chylde will do. She binds Tricia's hands together to make it look as if she is hugging the chair. Her knees are spread apart in the chair, but not far as the arms of the chair will not allow it. She thinks of binding her feet, but decides against it. Instead, she takes one of the bindings, a soft silk one and ties it around Tricia's mouth as a gag.

"Now I put this around your mouth so you will learn not to talk out of turn. Of course, the moans of pleasure are completely acceptable."

She chuckles darkly as Tricia's eyes widen upon recieving the gag. She looks to Guillaume quite enjoying this game of pleasure and punishment. She runs her hands down Tricia's back slowly until she reaches her bottom. She kisses the soft flesh of her ass softly while reaching a finger between Tricia's legs. Tricia jerks once, but keeps her eyes forward and relaxes as her finger now rubs softly on the outer layers of her wet flesh. She knows it would not take much to make Tricia release, so the caresses are very short.

"Now, for that punishment."

With that said, she releases her finger and smacks Tricia's ass very hard leaving a nice red handprint there. The sensation she feels as Tricia squeals delights her and she decides the spankings are indeed in order. She continues to smack Tricia a few more times leaving several red marks imprinted on both her cheeks. Soft cries can be heard from Tricia and she decides to continue playing with her well suited slave. She again caresses between her legs until Tricia starts to move her hips up and down wishing for even air to penetrate her. She releases her fingers again and this time lays her own body against Tricia's back reaching around to her nipples. She pinches very hard squeezing them for a few minutes then releasing. Tricia cries out loudly in pain as she does this and she snarls in her ear.

"Now dear Tricia, I think Guillaume should have his turn punishing you. That is, if he feels like it...and if he does, then consider yourself lucky to have his attentions."

She laughs wickedly and turns over arching her back against Tricia's butt. She licks her lips looking to Guillaume and reaches a free hand between her own legs stroking softly to allure him over to them.

***

a variety of feelings

Author: Tricia

Date: 12-07-02 20:01

After Narcissa finishes spanking and punishing Tricia and says,"Now dear Tricia, I think Guillaume should have his turn punishing you. That is, if he feels like it...and if he does, then consider yourself lucky to have his attentions." she feels like she cannot catch her breath. Her body still cries out for release but she vows to herself, if and when the gag is removed, she will only speak when spoken to. Tricia feels Narcissa arching her back against Tricia's butt and feels the pleasure pain of the touch shoot through her. Tricia can only await the next sensation in mute terror and desire.

***

Slow Torture

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-09-02 06:19

"Now dear Tricia," Vampiress Narcissa tells her human slave. "I think Guillaume should have his turn punishing you. That is, if he feels like it... and if he does, then consider yourself lucky to have his attentions."

Guillaume marvels at how much he and Narcissa think alike. She was right, his attention had already wandered away from further tormenting Tricia... at least for the moment.

Instead, his focus is entirely upon Narcissa. He had forgotten how exciting he found one woman sexually teasing another, especially by a combination of pleasure and pain. Colette had been an expert at it. Narcissa has already shown, by her inclination and enthusiasm, that with a little experience she could obtain, and possibly surpass, that degree of excellence.

So, as he watches Narcissa, with her back writhing against Tricia's back as Narciisa stimulates herself, Guillaume gives little regard to the slave, but instead desires only to again have her Mistress. He sits on the floor in front of Narcissa and pulls her down onto his lap.

She accepts him inside of her readily, groaning and arching her back as he enters. Now, the only touch Tricia receives is Narcissa's hair and shoulders against her bottom as Narcissa leans back and uses Tricia as a backrest. Guillaume hears Tricia moan slightly even from this subtle touch. He smiles knowingly. Sometimes, withholding punishment is the worst torture of all.

***

Continuing the dance

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-09-02 08:32

She purrs loudly as he pulls her down into his lap again penetrating and taking her into another dance of passion. She wraps her legs around him writhing in his lap and pushing against him. Torturing Tricia had again stimulated her as thoughts of different kinds of torture start to fill her mind. This time the thoughts do not turn into sexual pleasure of her tortured victims, but of pain. Pain and crying as the reddened flesh starts to bleed. She dreams of ripping at the soft flesh of her victim, the breasts, the buttocks, tearing at it with her fingernails. The shredded flesh calling out for her to eat, to drink, to celebrate what she is. The stimulation turns to hunger as she continues to push hard against him. Her heavy breathing has now turned to groans as she thinks of the beautiful pain she could inflict. She closes her eyes leaning her head back against Tricia as these images develop in her mind. She digs in fingernails into his back as he holds her close continuing to pleasure himself inside of her.

The throws of passion along with the thoughts of physical pain in her mind bring her to a climax as she starts to scream out. "yes, yes, yes," as she thrusts against him with a force she hadn't even known was inside her. He can tell there is something going through her mind that is pushing her towards this violent climax. She screams out one last time and opens her eyes. The normal soft emerald gaze has now turned icy and her fangs elongate from her mouth as the climax reaches a head. Without even thinking, she grabs a hold of Guillaume and sinks her fangs into his shoulder as the orgasm rushes from her body.

She bites hard into his flesh taking a bit of blood, but not needing much as she is already full. He continues to thrust up into her moaning himself at her outburst, knowing this is what vampire pleasure is all about. She calms down and removes her fangs from his flesh panting hard as he continues his lust for her.

The sudden outburst actually took her by surprise, and in a way, frightened her. She had never had thoughts like that in her former life, and would have actually been repulsed at seeing bloody, torn flesh, but now...it excites her. She wraps her arms around him, her gaze still iced and her fangs still protruding and holds on to him as tightly as she can while he continues thrusting. Her thoughts wander from the pleasure that he is giving her at this very moment, back to the images of pain wondering why they excited her so.

***

To continue or not to continue

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 12-09-02 20:15

Violet moaned and shuddered lightly at the feel of Laura's release. Her free hand moves to hold the younger woman to her, stroking her hair. The touch of Laura's hand again is welcomed and answered with a slight arching of her hips as the sweet caresses continue.

A soft moan escapes her lips as she presses them back to the crook of Laura's neck, nipping and teasing lightly. Her release would slam into her form, with unbridled force. As the waves of passion moved through her, she let her teeth graze the flesh of Laura's neck a bit harder, though did not pierce the skin just yet.

As her body slowly descended from the level of unbridled passion, she clung to Laura. She pressed a kiss to Laura's lips, and slowly trailed them along the other's neck. She wondered if she should show Laura more this night, or end their first lesson here, with the bite.

Her urge to show Laura a bit more won over and she slowly began trailing feather light kisses along Laura's form, to just along the swell of her breasts, nipping lightly, but never breaking the skin just yet. She looked up at Laura, looking for any signs of encouragement, or wishes that she stops her current attentions.

***

Shared Sensualism

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-10-02 05:40

Narcissa's climax is remarkably intense and unlike any Guillaume has witnessed her experience before. She stares through him with wild eyes, her lips drawn back in a feral grimace, exposing her nascent fangs. At its peak, she clutches him and sinks her teeth into his left shoulder, sipping his blood as the concluding tremors of her ecstacy subside.

Guillaume moans with approbation as the intense pain combines with carnal pleasure into an overwhelming sensual concurrence. His hips buck faster as he thrusts ever more deeply into her while this harmony of extreme sensations rises like a symphony toward its own crescendo of sexual rapture.

Confident that Tricia, tied in her chair, cannot see what they are doing, and knowing that Narcissa fed twice tonight and can afford to loose much of her own blood, Guillaume bares his long fangs and sinks them into Narcissa's neck, gulping hot mouthfuls of her sanguinary essence even as he releases his own living fluids deep within her.

***

Post #200

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 12-10-02 07:39

She cries out as he sinks his fangs into her skin. She still hasn't gotten used to having her skin pierced by sharp objects, so she does feel the delicious sting into her flesh. She relaxes against him moaning quietly as he continues and finishes with his final climax. He removes his fangs from her shoulder and licks the wound shut. She merely sits on his lap kissing his neck softly while wrapping her arms tightly around him. She whispers sweetly in his ear...

"I love you sweet Guillaume."

She shudders one last time against him falling limply into his embrace. She strokes his back with her fingertips while continuing to kiss his warmed skin. He as well holds her tightly, but she can feel his gaze looking at Tricia in her precarious position. But Tricia remains faithfully silent. After a few moments of them holding each other, she sits up and slides from his lap taking a seat next to him. Her emerald gaze looks up to Tricia as they both lounge on the floor looking up to the girl.

"Well...what do we do with her now Guillaume?"

***

Sensationally Susceptible

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 12-10-02 12:22

When Laura had reached the pinnacle of pleasure, she had pulled her hands away from Lady Violet, to keep herself from falling over as her back arched in ecstacy. Laura had then slumped forward to bury her head in Lady Violet's shoulder. Believing that she owed Lady Violet the same pleasure that Violet had just given her, and actually wanting to share her ecstacy with her, Laura had dutifully moved her hand back between Violet's legs to resume stroking her most sensitive places.

Lady Violet's climax comes quickly, while Laura is still recovering from her own. Violet clings desperately to Laura, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. Despite Laura's attempts to reject her own recent lesbian desires, she takes satisfied pride in knowing that she is giving Lady Violet as much pleasure as Violet has just given her. It relieves a bit of Laura's continuing sense of guilt at having "used" Lady Violet's attraction to her as a onetime means to selfish physical gratification.

Laura exhales a loud, uneven, final sigh. Having obtained her personal goal, and paid Lady Violet back in kind, Laura quickly withdraws her hands from Lady Violet's private parts. Before Laura can back away further, however, Lady Violet has already kissed and nibbled her way down Laura's neck to begin nipping and licking at Laura's right breast. Still tingling with heightened sensitivity from the aftershocks of her recent climax, Laura is momentarily overwhelmed by these enticing sensations.

So, although Lady Violet can vaguely discern Laura's continued inner reluctance, when she glances up at Laura's face -- even as she continues to flick her tongue upon Laura's erect nipple -- all Lady Violet sees is Laura's head lull back sensually as she moans with unexpected pleasure.

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Unrestricted Licence

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 12-11-02 05:25

"Well, what do we do with her now, Guillaume?" the Vampiress Narcissa asks, her eyes intent upon Tricia, who remains naked and tied backwards in a chair, her arms bound tightly around the backrest, pressing her face into the cushion, and fully exposing her bottom, still bright pink from the spankings Narcissa recently administered.

"'What do we do with her?'" Guillaume echos with a chuckle. He then snuggles close to Narcissa, whispering in her ear so that only she can hear. "Why, my dear Narcissa, that is the beauty of keeping a human slave. With the irresistible addiction from our essence coursing through her veins, Tricia will cherish any attention -- any attention -- we give to her. With the proper training, she will find ecstacy in the keenest lash and despair in the mildest rebuke. I've noticed that you already appreciate many of the wonderful possibilities offered by having such a pet."

Guillaume gently kisses Narcissa's ear then sits back, raising his voice so that Tricia is sure to hear. "'What do we do with her now?'" he repeats rhetorically. "Do anything whatsoever that will please you, dear Narcissa... anything whatsoever."