Eyes... Wide Open

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 05-27-03 13:52

Mistress Narcissa leads the again naked Laura to a chair set at the foot of the large canopied bed.

"Sit in this chair and allow Guillaume to gaze upon your lovely form while he dresses himself," Narcissa's voice is lighter, more playful, than Laura ever remembers. "Never take your eyes off of his."

Without giving it much thought, Laura sits naturally, crossing her legs. She finds herself surprisingly at ease being undressed in front of Master Guillaume. She supposes it is because he saw her in such humiliating circumstances last night, and because she herself has seen him nude. So, as instructed, she looks up and meets the handsome man's intense, steely eyes.

"Oh, and Laura," Mistress Narcissa adds, almost as if a casual afterthought. "Spread your legs and pleasure yourself as your master dresses. Show him how it pleases you to look at him."

The request startles Laura, but does not shock her. She is already well aware of the libertine propensities of Mistress Narcissa and her friends. Indeed, Laura has found herself increasingly drawn to the diverse ecstasies she has discovered since meeting these fascinatingly worldly people and dropping her prior prosaic assumptions about her own sexuality.

And this isn't the first time she's been asked to do such a thing. Not long after Laura started college, she had dated an upperclassman who liked to watch her touch herself. At first, she had been very shy and timid about it, but with his encouragement she had learned how to obtain ultimate pleasure in this way. Even after they broke up, Laura had always appreciated the fact that he had taught her to feel much more comfortable with her own body.

Laura searches Master Guillaume's eyes for any reaction to Narcissa's suggestion, but his face remains inscrutable. Laura remembers the desire she had felt earlier when watching him sleeping naked on the bed. The robe he now wears perfectly highlights his firm physique... broad shoulders, narrow hips, and muscular arms and legs.

Laura endeavors to maintain eye contact with Lord Guillaume as she uncrosses her legs. She manages to do so tolerably well, but her eyelids do flutter for the briefest moment, and her eyes roll back for just a split second, as her right hand slides down between her own parting thighs.

***

On Display

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 05-28-03 06:40

Guillaume finds amusement in Narcissa's making sport of Laura. He wants her to take full advantage of everything having such a pet offers, and he finds it reassuring that Narcissa can be so playful with Laura. It counterbalances the delectable cruelty Narcissa had shown the girl last night.

Playing along, Guillaume answers Laura's impassioned gaze with his most seductive smile. He locks eyes with her, although he does allow himself a few glances to where her fingers have so purposefully slid down between her legs. He is pleasantly surprised by how readily Laura has obeyed Narcissa's instructions.

He considers Narcissa's question about him sipping from Laura, which he did not have opportunity to answer before Laura entered the room. He is disinclined to add his own essence to that of the three vampiresses already coursing through the girl's blood. He still thinks it fascinating to observe the effects of only feminine essence upon a woman. Besides, given the arousal he discerned in Laura as she watched him ostensibly sleeping earlier, and her actions in front of him now, it is clear that enough of her true nature remains, magnified by the aphrodisiac effect of vampiric essence upon a mortal, that it seems Guillaume's involvement in any further games Narcissa might devise should prove little problem.

Also, Laura is already subject to the essence of three vampiresses, although two are mere fledglings. Guillaume has never before known a human to suffer bites from more than two vampires. He is not sure of the consequences to a mortal of being enthralled by so many Kindred. What if five or six Kindred all sipped from the same mortal? It would make an interesting experiment, but at this point he would not want to risk it on a human as lovely as Laura. Perhaps later... Or with someone else....

Laura's eyelids flutter, and Guillaume's thoughts return to the matter at hand. He straightens up and moves away from the windowsill against which he has been leaning. In keeping with the spirit of Narcissa's game, he disrobes in full view of Laura and stands there a moment, as if still considering the wardrobe Narcissa has laid upon the bed for him.

***

Quite a display

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 05-28-03 08:09

She was surprised when Laura so readily sat, and uncrossed her legs so quickly easing her hand down between her legs. She was sure she would meet resistance from Laura when it came to her pleasuring herself in front of Guillaume. But perhaps it was his steely gaze locked upon Laura's that urged her to arouse herself so quickly. Either way, she was pleased her slave broke so quickly, but in a way a bit disappointed. She had started to enjoy her cruel streak when Laura disobeyed or was hesitant about issues, but perhaps this way was best. At least in public, her kindred would see she has complete control of her two little lovlies.

She smiled wickedly as she noticed Guillaume dawdling looking at his clothes fully naked. She knew he was playing the game now as well, fully enthralled with having his chylde and her slave looking upon his stunning body and admiring it to its full capacity. It probably made him feel strong, in control...something he most definately was.

"You 'do' like that outfit ...right Guillaume?"

She looked at him and smirked, but asked anyways just in case. She got up from her seat and moved to the bed splaying herself across it to watch him dress. She hiked the dress up a bit to make herself comfortable at the head of the bed and turned her gaze to Laura, who was slowly encouraging and massaging herself into complete pleasure. A smile parted her lips and she spread her own legs, in a precarious position for Laura to see up her dress. Although Laura was still watching Guillaume, as she commanded her to. She merely laid there and looked bewteen the two of them ready to stop Laura should she start to climax.

She was starting to become aroused watching Laura toy with herself and Guillaume could see it in her eyes and her body movement on the bed, slight writhing of her back and hips, as if urging someone to please her before they went downstairs. It was now that the game was over, and she decided to let Guillaume have a show with his beautiful women. She pulled up her skirts to her thighs, now completely exposing herself and decided to force Laura into pleasing her.

"Laura, move from your seat and join me on the bed. Pleasure me with your tongue..now."

Soft laughter escaped her lips, almost wicked laughter as she watched her slave's reaction.

***

Midnight Walk.

Author: Deianira

Date: 05-28-03 12:44

The night air was crisp and clear with a full moon above as Deianira walked out of the nightclub. She had to get some fresh air and take a break from all the guys and their come on atempts. I guess it is my own fault for wearing such a revealing low cut dress, she thought to herself. She began to make the long walk to her car, all the time thinking that something was not right. She had th efeeling she was being watched. She stopped suddenly and turned around.

"Who is there", she yelled into the empty night.

the reply was only silence. She picked up the pace and began to walk faster nervously rummaging through her handbag to dig out her keys. Her hand gripped the can of mace as she did so.

She heard another noise and turned around. Still nothing.

***

An Expected Surprise

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 05-28-03 13:37

Laura is only vaguely aware of Mistress Narcissa crossing the room behind her and climbing onto the bed. Laura is content to do as Narcissa instructed and find pleasure while staring into Master Guillaume's eyes. Even after he removes his robe, Laura continues to meet his seductive gaze, while her peripheral vision, and her memory, allow her to divine his firm, trim physique.

For the moment, Laura employs three fingers to prompt the nascent ecstasies Narcissa has so generously allowed her to awaken. Her index and ring fingers steadily stroke the soft flesh just above and inside the tops of each of her thighs, while her middle finger flexes instinctively to gather the slick moisture in-between. As it delves more assertively, Laura's breathing becomes audible. She moans silently as Master Guillaume smiles at her. Soon, enough wetness will accumulate to the point where Laura will willingly give into her need to...

"Laura," Mistress Narcissa laughs softly from where she now lies on the mattress. "Move from your seat and join me on the bed. Pleasure me with your tongue... now!"

Laura's lips part and a forlorn groan escapes her throat. Her fingers continue to desperately knead her most sensitive places, but the moment is now lost. She is too distracted by Narcissa's request to bring herself to the heights of pleasure.

Laura has known for a couple days that this moment must eventually arrive. She has shared too much intimacy with Mistresses Narcissa and Violet, and even enjoyed their doing to her what Narcissa now requests for herself, for Laura to not sometime reciprocate fully. Until this moment, Laura had supposed that time would come at her own choosing, when out of passion she would desire to give her bed partner the ultimate in physical joy. She has been trying to become accustomed to the idea. She is not yet ready.

"Oh, Mistress..." Laura gasps, her voice tremulously cracking with emotion. Laura maintains her gaze on Guillaume's face, hopefully keeping with her original instructions and looking for shelter in Guillaume's convivial eyes as she tries to reply to Narcissa. "I'm not... I mean I've never... Um... I don't want... I mean...."

Laura closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and releases a desperate sigh. Her fingers continue to absentmindedly fidget between her thighs as she quietly again tries to address Narcissa's request. "I've never done that, Mistress... You know... not to a woman.... Maybe some other time we could... But now... Please, not now."

***

Discretion

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 05-29-03 06:25

Guillaume smiles dispassionately as Laura's eyes beseech his for succor from Narcissa's demands. He casually looks away from the young woman, and reaches for the clothes Narcissa has set out for him on the mattress, as though to ensure they are not mussed in the coming bed-top tussle. He carries the bundle to the far end of the room and drapes the clothing over the valet bench.

The initial difficulty he has fitting into his underwear belies his otherwise ostensible indifference to the drama unfolding between Narcissa and Laura. He has decided to again let Narcissa train her lovely pet as she sees fit. Meanwhile, Guillaume will run a quick errand.

The manor's newest guest -- still Dominik Stepanovich to Guillaume's mind, but more properly now called Drakonic Sephonis -- has brought a gift for the Kindred living in the manor to share. Guillaume thinks it only befitting, in his assumed role as host, that he respond in kind. He could send the butler to do the necessary shopping around, but given the circumstances, Guillaume prefers to apply his own discreet tastes to the task.

***

More Training

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 05-29-03 07:27

"I've never done that, Mistress... You know... not to a woman.... Maybe some other time we could... But now... Please, not now."....Laura stammered as she tried to be as nice as possible and as submissive as she could at her mistress's request.

She sat up, the rage once again building as Laura not only defied her, said "not now". The words rang in her ears and her normal emerald gaze began to ice over into a silvery green glare. Guillaume had already started to move his clothes to the other side of the room and dress, and he stopped looking between the women as Laura shyly tried to retreat away from pleasing Narcissa. Her hands started to shake with rage until she looked over at Guillaume who was finishing, with difficulty, putting his trousers on. He gave his chylde a knowing, yet calming look, and she remembered the previous evening of humiliation and training. Her fists started to unhook from their white knuckled stance and her gaze started to soften. The terrified look upon Laura's face, not from her anger, but from having to do that act of satisfaction with her tongue, certainly painted a much larger picture.

This situation needed a strong, loving hand. Not a hand that would smack or bruise. This is what Guillaume was showing her all along. Love, not anger, would control her slaves. She took a deep breath and sat up, her voice now quieter and much smoother as she reached out both arms to Laura.

"Laura, my dear. You are going to have to learn how to do this. Why, I myself, am new to this...lifestyle."

She could see the ease now wash over Laura, as she said that. Laura had no idea that her mistress was new to this situation either, which obviously relaxed her.

Guillaume watched with a smile as he saw Laura readily climb into his lovers arms and finished dressing.

She spoke with a soft voice to Guillaume. "My love, I think I need a bit of time alone with Laura here to show her a few things if she is going to stay. Would you mind if I caught up with you in a few minutes?"

Guillaume smiled at his chylde and her sudden change of heart...the fact that her cruel streak had waned showed him that she was no Colette. His voice spoke quietly...'of course not. I'm going to get something to eat, I'll meet you downstairs.'

He left the room to the women and she looked back at Laura, laying her down on the pillow and fixing her curls just right around her face. Her finger trailed down Laura's chin, down her neck, and eventually to one of her breasts where she outlined around her most excited nipple. With sex comes love, with love comes devotion, with devotion comes slavery. That will be her approach to taming the fiery Laura.

"Let me show you how easy it is Laura. I'll give you a quick demonstration, then you can try it out on me..okay?"

She couldn't care less if Laura agreed to it or not, as she had already started to move down Laura's naked body parting her legs with her hands. The dress on her body was still a bit ackward, but she was not going to remove it, as there was plenty for her to tend to this night instead of lazing in bed with her slave all night. She eased down and her breath between Laura's legs perhaps sent shivers down her slaves aroused spine. She would show Laura a few techniques, but this lovely was not going to find satisfaction tonight. She placed her tongue softly on the moistened flesh, twirling around the aroused area before lapping a few times down the entire crease between her legs. Her hands laid steady on Laura's thighs and she could hear Laura's moans starting to rise at this new sensation. She lapped a few more times before focusing on the most sensitive spot again, lightly teasing and licking, showing Laura how to please her mistress. Laura's writhing made her own lust and hunger rise, and she desperately tried to control her own feelings, keeping control not to let Laura climax, as she was surely coming close to doing. Just as Laura's moans started to turn into cries of ecstacy, she stopped, completely even removing her hands from her slave's thighs.

"There, you see...it's simple. whatever you felt me doing, now you do to me. We will do this quickly so at least you can see. Do you understand?"

She sat up now between Laura's legs and leaned back a bit hiking her dress up urgring Laura to compensate her for lost time.

***

RE: Midnight Walk.

Author: Deianira

Date: 05-29-03 08:30

Fumbling for her keys, Deianira pulled them out of her bag and quickly unlocked the door. In a hurry she closed the door and stopped and listened. She had a feeling something was out there, but did not know what.

She took a deep breath and then put the key in the ignition and turned. The car made a noise but would not start. She tried it again. Nothing.

"Damn" , she shouted as she banged on the steering wheel.

"Not again, I just had this car fixed".

I guess Iwill have to walk home again, she thought to herself.

She stepped out of the car and began to walk down the back alley. The sound of her high heels walking on the broken asphault of the alley reverberated off the walls of the surrounding buildings. The cool night air blew up her skirt and sent a shiver up her as she continued her journey.

She picked up the pace a bit, she sensed something was wacthing her and just wanted to get home fast.

***

First Taste

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 05-29-03 14:09

Laura's back arches and her fingernails claw vainly at the plush satin bedspread. Laura moans deliriously as waves of ecstacy cascade down her thighs and ripple up her stomach to wash over her breasts and face. The pleasure spreads across her body in ever increasing intensity from where her lover's tongue flicks rapidly over that one inconspicuous nub of flesh that is the unassuming focus of every woman's ultimate pleasure. In the throes of her extreme passion, Laura has simply forgone any thought about the fact that her lover is a woman.

In fact, Laura is no longer thinking at all, simply feeling the layers of ecstacy quickly rising atop one another as her entire being quickly climbs toward the pinnacle of emotional and physical release that Laura needs so terribly. But just as Laura cries out in joyful anticipation of momentarily reaching this climax, her lover relents, withdrawing not just her tongue, but all physical contact from Laura.

Confused, Laura leans up, propping herself on her elbows as her desperately pleading eyes look down the length of her naked body to where Mistress Narcissa now kneels between Laura's widely spread legs. Laura pants wildly, and her hips thrust rhythmically against the now empty space between her thighs.

"There, you see?" Narcissa asks, referring back to her earlier statement about showing Laura how she could give her Mistress pleasure. Mistress Narcissa settles back into a seated position, hikes up her skirt and spreads her legs as she leans back. "It's simple. Whatever you felt me doing, now you do to me. We will do this quickly so at least you can see. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Laura whispers breathlessly as she too sits up and faces Narcissa. "I understand."

Laura understands the unbearable ache of her unsated lust, impelling her need to resume intimacy with Narcissa... any intimacy... as she leans forward as if to kiss or embrace her Mistress.

Laura understands that she wants to please Narcissa, and she understands what pleasure her Mistress seeks from her; so Laura forgoes the more casual cuddling that most appeals to her, and instead repositions herself, sinking down onto her stomach before Narcissa, placing her face between her Mistress' thighs.

Laura understands that, despite having had no prior homosexual inclinations, everything she has felt and done over the past several nights indicates that she is a lesbian, so that what Narcissa now expects from her is something Laura should come to enjoy, if she hopes to ever truly share fully again in love.

Thus, Laura finds it impossible to understand, as she brings her mouth closer to Mistress Narcissa's most intimate place, why all she feels is inner revulsion. Some part of her knows this is wrong... not intrinsically wrong (it is surely right for others), but wrong for Laura herself.

How can this be? She has never felt so much devotion and desire as she has this past week for Mistresses Violet and Narcissa. And ever since that strange, final encounter with Belle Phillips, her love for the woman who was once simply her best friend has turned decidedly non-platonic, at least in Laura's fantasies. The only possible conclusion, as Sir Drakonic made her see last night, is that she is a lesbian. So why is it that the idea of performing this ultimate act of feminine intimacy still disgusts her?

Laura moves her face forward, but at the last moment turns her head and buys some time by kissing inside Mistress Narcissa's thighs. She hears her Mistress' low purr. It encourages Laura, knowing she can so easily give Narcissa pleasure. She imagines bringing Narcissa to the same heights of ecstacy Laura herself has so recently enjoyed from Narcissa's sweet attentions. The thought of having Narcissa need her as badly as Laura needs Narcissa excites Laura, who never wants to lose Narcissa's intimate companionship.

So, closing her eyes, Laura finds the courage to touch her lips to the sensitive flesh between Narcissa's thighs, planting several gentle kisses on the outermost folds, and is immediately rewarded with a soft moan from her Mistress. Laura is glad that Mistress Narcissa has just bathed, and can still smell the scent of her soap even here. Narcissa's fingers lace through Laura's long tresses as Narcissa's hands wrap around the back of Laura's head.

Narcissa knows she should start using her tongue, as her Mistress both ordered and demonstrated, but can only bring her self to kiss a bit more forcefully, pressing her mouth firmly into Narcissa deepest space. Laura thinks, but is not certain, that she feels a slight parting of flesh and a slick dampness beneath Laura's tightly pursed lips. Her Mistress responds immediately.

"Now!" Narcissa gasps her command as she pulls up on Laura's head, pressing Laura's face tightly between her thighs. Laura's mouth compresses against Narcissa, and now Laura definitely feels her Mistress' torrid wetness opening against her lips. Laura cannot think of anything to do except obey her Mistress' command, and so extends her tongue as far as it will go, deeply into Mistress Narcissa.

***

Job Well Done

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 05-30-03 07:26

From the shadows, Guillaume sees it all.

The town is not far from the manor, just up the road from the motel where he, Narcissa and Violet successfully hunted two nights past. Familiar sounds and smells, those common to all places of dancing and drinking, lead him to the nightclub. Guillaume finds a dark alley from which he can observe the club's entrance and waits. He soon discovers he is not the only stalker in the darkness.

Guillaume hears the Thug before he sees him. It moves with the clumsy noise typical of mortals. Guillaume watches as the Thug slinks across the parking lot to a small automobile, glances at its license plate, and nods to himself. He then manages to pry open the hood, fiddle a moment with the engine, and then return the car, to all outside appearances, to its original condition.

Guillaume recedes deeper into the shadows as the Thug approaches the alley. If necessary, he will become Guillaume's contribution to this evening's planned feast at the manor. But Guillaume hopes to avoid that necessity. He is not sure if it is something just in his mind, or some subtle difference of physiology, but Guillaume has always found feminine blood to be sweeter.

Fortunately, the Thug walks past and hides behind a dumpster further up and on the other side of the alley from Guillaume. Afterward, Guillaume hears him moving to look each time the nightclub door opens, then settle back against the wall when seeing the person leaving the nightclub.

The nightclub door opens again. This time a single young woman steps out, and the Thug continues watching her as she crosses the parking lot. The scent of the Thug's rising adrenalin fills Guillaume's nostrils. This is clearly the Girl, the one for whom the Thug awaits.

As Guillaume could predict, the Girl enters the car the Thug tampered with, and cannot make it start. Nor is it much of a surprise when she then starts heading for the alley, her frustration, and a bit of apprehension, obvious in her hurried gait.

Guillaume lets the Girl pass. She is comely, and her body reveals her healthful youth. Perfect.

The Thug also lets the Girl pass. But when she is about ten meters further up the alley, he charges out of his hiding place.

The Girl spins and raises a small metal tube clutched in her hand. She barely has time to scream "You...!" before the Thug bats the object out of her hand with one arm while grabbing her with the other. They fall to the ground together, the girl's one hand at his face, tearing at his cheek with her nails.

Now is Guillaume's time to act. With inhuman speed, he emerges from the shadows. With inhuman strength, he lifts the Thug off of the Girl, and smacks the Thug across the side of the head, knocking him unconscious, and dropping him to the pavement.

The Girl scrambles to her feet and starts to run.

"HALT!" Guillaume commands in a voice he learned when leading men on battlefields, long before he became a vampire. "Wait," he adds more gently. "I'm here to help you."

The Girl stops and turns to face him. He steps toward her slowly, leaving his arms at his side. Now he employs a skill developed after he joined the Kindred.

He looks deeply into the Girl's eyes, employing his full powers of vampiric mesmerism.

"You are now safe with me. Stay here while I deal with this scoundrel. It is unsafe for you to move. Wait right here until I return. You will be safe when I come back to you."

The girl makes no response. She simply stands there, her face blank. That is enough.

Guillaume lifts the unconscious Thug, and the can of mace the Girl dropped. He sees that she also lost her purse in the struggle and takes that as well. He carries it all back to the Girl's car. He lays the Thug across the hood, where he is sure to be seen before he awakens. He then opens the driver's side door and spills the contents of the purse across the seat. He sprays the mace around for good measure, almost gagging on its caustic smell.

He assumes the police will now blame the Thug, or more likely some "escaped" associate, for the Girl's disappearance. With luck, they will come to suspect that the Thug is likewise involved in any other recent "missing person" reports they are investigating. That will keep the authorities chasing wild geese for a long time. All in all, this was a most successful excursion.

Smiling to himself, Guillaume returns to the alley to collect the well-earned fruits of his labor.

***

RE: Job Well Done

Author: Deianira

Date: 05-30-03 09:16

Deainira was started as she witnessed the man throw her attacker off. Too scared to think of what was going on she began to run. Tripping as her high heels dug into a pot hole in the ally. She fell forward scracing her legs. She got up and ran again. Then she heard the voice. "Stop". For some rreason she stopped. Not sure why but something inside her trusted this man and was telling her to stop. She froze and turned around. There she saw the man in the ally. She just stands there mesmerized by him. Not knowing what came over her she stands and stares at the man.

***

RE: Job Well Done

Author: Zalen Honowithe

Date: 05-30-03 14:14

He didn't know why he came to night clubs anymore. They no longer held any purpose to him. And more often then note proved to be dangerous. But he could not help but recall his past life.

He was leaving the area when he had passed the alleyway and heard the scuffle. Something about the man that struck down the the thug was familiar. He could not tell how or why but he had an inkling of a feeling. He watched the entire scene unaware to anyone or so he had hoped.

When the man left the alley with thug he had hidden in the shadows of which as of recently had become a safe haven for him in times of need. He had seen what the man did and did not understand why but he was not about to go up to him and ask. So he remained where he was in the shadows. After Guillaume had passed he had resumed his place watching the scene transpire between the girl and him.

***

An end too soon

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 05-31-03 13:20

Laura's incessant worrying and delayed actions were starting to annoy her as she was trying to teach her slave. Why doesn't Laura just do exactly what she showed her? It was speed up the process and undoubtedly please her, but instead, the reluctant slave, again is probably thinking too much and she commandds her.

"Now!" Is the only word she could hiss out at Laura as she obviously doesn't have all night to wait for this one to come around. She moans out as Laura's tongue now dives deeply between her legs pleasuring her with a merely flick against her swollen flesh. She jerks, perhaps for a moment, as a shiver presses against her spine from the motion, and as Laura's tongue remains pressed against her. Her demeanor now turns yet again and softens as the waves of pleasure devour her.

"Yes, my sweet, that's it. Lightly, slowly...taste me."

She leans her head back with her skirts still gripped in one hand, while the other travels to Laura's soft curls. But really, the only reason she wanted to do this right now was for Guillaume, and he was no longer in the bedroom. Her eyes rolled back for a moment as Laura continued her quest learning how to truly please someone of the same sex, while struggling with pleasing her mistress. She wasn't sure how much time had actually passed, perhaps 5 minutes or so, when she jerked Laura's head away from the soft wetness that now permeated between her legs. She was nearing ecstacy, but decided to hold off for now...at least to see how denying her slaves felt herself, and of course, the deliciousness of denial aroused her even more.

"That's enough for now. We need to gather up Tricia and greet the others downstairs. Plus, I need to ...eat."

Her words were carefully chosen as she almost slipped and said 'feed'. She pushed her skirt back down looking at the confused Laura, who looked as if she wanted satisfaction before dressing. An evil glint tore through her gaze and she propped Laura up on her knees, reaching a hand between the dear girls legs while lightly rubbing the most sensitive moist flesh. Her other hand rose up to Laura's left nipple, where she scraped her nails across her breast before taking the soft nipple in her fingertips. She continued to rub, with more pressire as Laura's body writhed in reaction, this time squeezing her nipple as hard as she can just before Laura start to gasp as her orgasm rises to a new level.

But before Laura can release the pent up frustration she had gathered from staying in the same room as her mistress and master, she releases the nipple and jerks her hand from between her legs while sliding off the bed.

"Come on Laura, get dressed. We've guests to attend to. When you're dressed, I want you to go find Tricia, probably in Drakonic's room. Oh....and no touching yourself...on any condition."

She decided to stay to watch Laura dress and make sure her disobidient slave didn't have that release her body and mind seemed so desperate for. She could feel that need as well, feel the burning between her legs, as she desired orgasm just as much...but Laura wanted it more. She was pleased at her own control over it, and knew Guillaume would be too.

But her stomach growled and the desire to feed started to take over.

***

Request

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 06-01-03 22:17

Drakonic looks down over his clothes in the presence of Tricia. He keeps all signs of emotion from his face, as he looks down on her, staring at her, as though looking through her. Softening his gaze after a moment, he says, "Ze clothes are fine."

He steps out of the room, leaving the door open behind him, as he starts to head down the hall. Living out of hotels and motels had gotten him in the habit of not bothering with housekeeping skills, the bed remaining unmade. After a few steps down the hall, he stops suddenly.

"You know, of course, you are under no obligation to me dis evening, as your services vere granted for ze night. However, if you vould be so kind as to find ze one I brought along last eve, and see she finds myself, I vould be most appreciative."

As he resumed walking down the hall, his hunger struck him for the first time. It was a ferocious beast, with a mind of it's own. He had been so preoccupied with finding this Kindred retreat, he had forgotten about the necessities of life.

As his feet led him to the parlor, he began to wonder about the ritual for first meal of the evening in this manner. Did each go on their own, find their own prey, and eat at their leisure? Or was there a ritual? A way of celebrating the birth of a new night, and enjoying the thrill of a hunt with others. Knowing very little about the manner, or it's residents, he decided to wait a little longer. In the event that there was some sort of ritual to the first meal of the evening, he did not want to offend any by ruining it.

Slowly, his form moved through the doorway of the parlor. His thought ceased, and slowly, he took a seat across from Violet. His eyes drifted over to Somatra, and quickly surveyed her form. The next target for his gaze was Ian. Silently, he looked over him, but said nothing.

For the moment, Drakonic just sits there, silent and waiting patiently.

***

Cleaning Up

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-02-03 07:21

Guillaume stands for a moment to examine his prey. She is blonde and comely. Although her big blue eyes remain slightly unfocused from the effects of his vampiric mesmerism, he observes an innate intelligence, a dynamic spirit, behind them. She is the sort of young woman he has often chosen to enthrall to his service. Were he back home, he might do just that.

But now at Crimson Kiss manor, he already has Tricia. And while Laura belongs to Narcissa, her toil benefits Guillaume as well. Another slave would be redundant.

His gaze wanders down the young woman's shapely body to her skinned left knee. A single drop of blood slowly trickles down her shin. Guillaume begins to salivate.

"Here," he says softly. "You've hurt yourself. Let me help."

She lets him lead her to the side of the alley, where he has her take a seat on an old crate. He then withdraws a handkerchief, making sure she sees him do it.

"This may hurt a bit," Guillaume tells her, then continues with another lie. "I have some whiskey in a hip flask. I will wet my handkerchief with that to clean the wound, so don't be surprised if you feel something wet."

He kneels down and bends forward to examine the wound. He dabs at the cut with his hanky to remove any dirt.

"Keep your eyes up the alley to make sure your assailant does not return," Guillaume suggests. Making sure she is not looking, he laps the blood from her leg, enjoying its sweet metallic flavor. Then, not wanting to return with damaged goods for the planned feast, he licks the scrapes on her knee, healing them with the power of his vampiric essence.

Of course, given a day or two, that same essence would work its way through the girl's bloodstream. A vampire's essence -- what some Kindred have come to call 'DNA,' after the latest fashion -- has a peculiar effect when it enters the blood of a mortal. It is addictive, like opium. The human literally craves the Kindred -- mentally, physically, even sexually -- with her entire mind, body and soul.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for this young woman, Guillaume does not plan for her to live long enough to be so affected. In fact, the only reason he is being careful at all about hiding his true nature is that he does not like to frighten his prey. Too much recent adrenaline sours the blood.

Guillaume stands up and faces the girl. "There, your knee is all fixed up." When she turns in response to his voice, he stares deeply into her eyes.

"That was quite an ordeal that ruffian subjected you to," he tells her in his most hypnotic tone. "You must be feeling quite tired now... very tired... very, very sleepy."

***

Disarray

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 06-02-03 13:25

Laura feels lightheaded and has trouble keeping her balance. She needs to hold onto one of the bedposts to steady herself as she dresses. Her body tingles with desire. She would do anything right now to resume intimacy with Mistress Narcissa.

It hadn't been so bad, once she had started. There wasn't much flavor, and what there was certainly was not offensive. And the slick smoothness under her tongue was actually kind of nice, like the feeling of silk against your cheek, compelling you to stroke it again.

It was certainly more enjoyable than the oral contortions necessary when giving similar pleasure to a man, keeping your teeth away from his sensitive flesh while trying to use your tongue and the rest of your mouth to fully and deeply caress him. Of course, she did happily do it with some of the men with whom she had been in serious relationships. There was always a certain feeling of power Laura enjoyed when she had done it to a boyfriend, having substantial control over the amount of pleasure he felt, hearing him desperately request -- practically beg for -- more, whenever she teasingly pulled away.

Similarly, the one part of making love that way to Narcissa which Laura had truly enjoyed was when Laura started to lick the firm bit of flesh which is the hub of every woman's ecstacy. She had felt Narcissa's muscles tense, and could tell by her increasingly passionate movements and breathless panting that Laura was succeeding in impelling her to climax. It even occurred to Laura at that time that if she withdrew her tongue, she might get to hear her Mistress beg for more, but Laura had found herself unwilling to act upon that impulse, wanting only to please Narcissa as well as she could.

Thus, Laura was astonished when, just as it seemed she would reach the ultimate goal of such intimacy, Mistress Narcissa pushed Laura's head out from between her legs and, after toying with Laura just long enough to fully reignite Laura's fervent desires, insisted they stop, dress, and go about their evening's business.

Now, the gossamer silk lamé of the lovely gold dress Mistress Narcissa has set aside for Laura clings frustratingly as she tries to put it on. She finally gets it set right on her body, although still unbuttoned. She looks up to see Mistress Narcissa watching her impatiently.

"Mistress," Laura's voice quavers, near tears. It does not occur to her that her profound disappointment comes from the curtailing of an act which ten minutes ago she would have done almost anything to avoid. All she knows is that she has failed to please Narcissa. "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't very good."

***

"Oh yes," she says in a faint hearted breath.

"I do feel rather tired, Oh dear". she said as she began eto feel weak. Her legs began to shake a little as she stared at the gentlemen that came to her rescue.

She began to have a sudden trust and liking to the man.

Then she passed out and fell into his arms.

***

Going down..stairs

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 06-03-03 06:06

She fixed herself, smoothing and fluffing her hair and fixing her dress, smoothing down the creases that formed while Laura was performing for her. She looked over at her saddened little slave and smiled softly.

"Don't worry hon. Usually the first time is never really the best anyways. Perhaps Tricia can show you a thing or two in the future."

She had planted the seed in Laura's mind, and even though it might not flourish tonight, perhaps in the near future, the two slaves would find common ground in which to exist with each other and their subserviance to their mistresses and master. She rose from her seat as Laura finished dressing.

"You know what your problem is....you don't have enough confidence in yourself. Which kind of surprises me."

Before Laura can respond, she is already changing the subject.

"Immaculate my dear." Her gaze wandered over her thin, yet lovely form. She takes Laura by the hand, leading her towards the door before opening it.

"Okay, I want you to go gather up Tricia, get her cleaned up and in a new dress...put her in something black. Something...tight. Also, get Drakonics female guest...get her cleaned up too."

A wicked grin parts her lips as now she wants her slaves to look like fashion models all the time.

"I'm going to go downstairs and meet up with the others...take your time and meet us all in the library."

With that, she turned and headed downstairs listening for the quiet conversation that rang in her ears. In the parlor, she saw the newest guest Somatra, Violet and Drakonic offering them each a smile. She could feel Drakonics urge to feed, she wasn't sure why, and also Violet's rising hunger. She also wondered when Guillaume would be back, but was quite certain he wouldn't mind if they fed without him. Her eyes moved to the rather handsome boys that seemed gathered around Somatra, and smelled their strong, exicted blood.

And her hunger grew....

Perhaps it was something Somatra could see in all of them, or perhaps she was ancient like Violet, Guillaume and Drakonic, but she could definately see their hungers rising as the boys stood nearby. It was their mortal essence that made her almost jump across the table and tear into their jugulars. But it was that restraint that Guillaume had taught her....restraint that was crumbling in hunger. She spoke rather shakily and cleared her throat breaking her gaze away from the boys.

"Drakonic, Violet...I hope you all slept well. Who is our new guest?"

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Gathering

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 06-03-03 06:20

Carrying his prey, Guillaume enters the mansion through the rear entrance by the kitchen, then ascends the back stairway. He moves down the hallway to an empty bedroom near the top of the grand staircase. He lays the still unconscious girl on the large bed inside, placing her on her back, her hands folded across her stomach. As he leaves, he pulls the key from the lock, and locks the door from the outside.

From downstairs, he hears his lover's voice.

"Drakonic, Violet... I hope you all slept well. Who is our new guest?"

Straightening his clothes, Guillaume descends the stairs to join his mate, the beautiful Vampiress Narcissa.

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RE: Gathering

Author: Deianira

Date: 06-03-03 14:08

Deianira woke suddendly and found herself in a strange surroundings. She was still half awake and the scenary was still unfamiliar. Slowly she came to and was her normal self. It was then that she realized that she was in a strange room. She began to panic. What was she doing here. Who brought her here. Then she remembered the man in the alley. She got even more nervous, what was going on. Was she hurt worse than she thought and brought here or what?

She looked around the room. It was decorated in what looked like old fashioned Laura Ashley wall paper on the wall. The bed and furnishings looked as if they were antiques. There was a lone water basin on the table with no facet, just a basin. The only type of light fixtures she could see looked to be oil lamps.

She walked to the door and turned the knob. It was locked. She shook it hard. It did not open. She ran to the window and opened the shades. She was too high up to leave that way. She realized that whoever put her in here did not want her to leave. She was a prisoner. Why she thought. What could they want from me.

She sat at the edge of the bed and all kinds of thoughts went through her head.

Then she began to cry.

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