Sang Lascivité #3 { Le chasser}

(STORY IS NOT COMPLETE YET. I DO NOT RECOMMEND READING)1

It's been a long time since I'd seen the sun. Truth be told, I used to wonder if it even existed from time to time...2

But then I felt the burns on the back of my neck that stretched down to my rib cage, spine, a little bit of my side, my left shoulder, and down my left arm. I'd been out too long the other night and that's what got me stuck in that dumpster. I've got to tell you, the following night must have been one of the strangest I've ever experienced. Believe me, that says quite a lot coming from a man of my "habits".3

I had missed it by just the hair on the back of my neck, which quickly melted as well as the skin. I came around the bend of the alley with a kick off of the opposing wall, I was running so fast. But it bit me in the end. The sun came out from over the horizon and cast a burning light onto my skin. Luckily, I came around the bend with far too much speed and carefulness to be destroyed. But as I kicked off the wall to slow myself down was right when I started to feel the burns. I stumbled and fell into a dirty, cold puddle of god-knows-what as the pain finally caught up to me. I instantly rolled onto my back to extinguish the burning sensation that had come over me. It was like somebody took gasoline to my back and set it a blaze. My muscles tensed and my body jerked and writhed with pain. I didn't even know what I was rolling around in, but it was cold. But an all too cold comfort it was for somebody in my predicament. I rolled onto my side as the burning sensation finally began to fade. Rest assured, the burns still killed me, but it was a pain much less than that of the earlier stages. I slowly started to push myself up... Water. Thank god of the nine hells it was just rain water mixed with the dirt of the cold city streets cause I may has well have bathed in it. But then again, wouldn't that be fitting for such a street rat as myself? You know, now that I think about it, that fellow that gave me the name street rat (is dead now, but-)was the first one I'd heard use the term in years. But anyway, as I was saying. I lift my head and brushed the greasy, long black hair on my head to the back of it. I would have lay there a bit longer but I turned to see a sight that horrified me. Sunlight was actually getting closer to me, centimeter by centimeter with each passing second... I was trapped in a cold, dirty, soon-to-be lit alley way of Unioncity. I frantically attempted to push myself to my feet, but the burns on my back were making it impossible. Long story short, I was fucked as far as standing up went. And so, I crawled away from the bright of light shining. The area itself was starting to grow brighter though. Too bright for my taste was dark for anyone else. As I crawled on the gravel and stone of the alley street, I looked about my surroundings. The only place there was to hide... was a dumpster. 4

That's where this story really begins. You see, though the night before was an experience, what would happen after I left that dumpster was something I don't think I could ever forget.5

I slowly opened my eyes to find that the lines of light above me were gone, and to be reminded of the odor around me that I had forgotten about. It's not every day you wake up in a dumpster. You see, in an attempt to escape the situation, I put myself to sleep for the day, hoping that the following night would be much better. I slowly started to push myself up when the burns upon my back started to hurt with every move I made. "What the fuck? Why can't I heal already?" I said to myself. It really doesn't make sense to me. I heal very easily with flesh-wounds, piercings, breaks or slices of any nature. Hell, I can't keep ear rings or piercings of any kind to save my life. As soon as I take them out, the holes seal shut as if they were never there to begin with. "Sun Burns" as I call them however, didn't seem to heal so quickly. So, I muscled and cringed my way to pushing the top of the dumpster open. I stood up and stretched, but the burns halted that too. Right there, I knew they were going to be a pain in the ass... or neck. Yeah, I think neck would have been more fitting, but I digress. I lift my foot up to the edge of the rim around the dumpster and stood on top of it. Strangely, since I had become a vampire, my balance had become amazing. I stepped down onto the cold cement that I recognized to be Unioncity. I began brushing myself off. I felt a tingle on the back of my neck (which was no "tingle" with the burning) and reached back. I pulled a cockroach off of me and crushed it in my hands. Would have just cast it aside, but I was in enough pain that I really wasn't aiming to please anybody. 6

"MEH! Who'zere?" said the lowly, rusted voice of a homeless man that had been laying against the wall. His eye sight was not quite as useful in the dark as mine, so I could definitely see him better than he could see me. "Calm yourself, old man." I said, thrusting my head back to whip my hair behind my head. I couldn't reach back that far with the burns. "You jus' come outta 'dat dumpsta' kid?" he asked in a tone that made him sound as if he thought me insane. I rolled my eyes, not wishing to be reminded of the fact that I had just spent 11 hours in a dumpster. (Leave me alone, I sleep like a baby). "Take care of yourself, friend." I said to him. "Heh?" was all I would hear by the time I was on the rooftop above him. Jumping had become quite some fun since Jasmin had bitten me. I looked over the city, which to those that had jobs to go to, was going to sleep. But to the street rats, black jacks, gamblers, gangsters, strippers, sleepwalkers, bartenders, black-wearers, drinkers, drug addicts, dancers and deviants... Nightfall.7

The most glorious of all hours in the day. Today is tomorrow and it bothered no one awake at this hour. I had fallen in love with my new life, yet hated it with a burning passion. Just like the one that turned me, I did not know how I felt about this new "life" if you could call it that without my heartbeat. 8

I looked out upon the thousand candles that burned. The rush had come over me...9

I leaped over onto the next building, ran across it, then leaped onto the next one, and the next one. Running and jumping became a lot more impressive on my end, for it took me all of 15 seconds to run and jump about four and a half miles worth of building. I only wanted to make my way to Storybook Park. I finally reached the last building I would have to leap upon. I'm not gonna lie, I was winded. I was like the fat kid in gym class by the time I reached that last one. Keep in mind, I was still getting used to my new found strengths. But I jumped down onto the streets of Unioncity after leaping onto a telephone pole. Once I reached the street corner, I made my way across the street to Storybook Park. Unioncity was your average city of sin. Sex, Drugs, Rock n' Roll, boos, boobs and bar fights. It had all the above. But it also had a twisted side to it... the other side of Storybook Park. Murderers, rapists, weapons, warlords, hookers, whores, and psychopaths that just couldn't find their way to the loony bin could be found on the other side of Storybook Park. I had no problem going into the park, but I would never cross onto the other side. If you were a kid growing up on this block or had a friend on it, you knew that was the only rule that REALLY meant something out here. "Do not go to the other side". You could have said it in your prayers before you went to beddy-bye and mommy and daddy turned on the nightlight. I always knew, growing up, that a kid like me didn't stand a chance of surviving on the other side...10

To this day, I still don't stand a chance of staying alive in the South side of Unioncity. But it's not because I'm lame.
It's because I'm already dead.11

I made my way into the park. See, I wasn't headed straight for South side. I mainly just wanted to get to the small pond in the dead center of the park. I made my way down he path when I saw a young girl standing on the bridge. She was leaning on the railing of it with a real "thinking" kind of face. Her hair was blonde and just a little bit past her shoulders. She had on what I could tell to be a white skirt that came down to her ankles. A black button shirt on top which was worn over what I later found out to be a white tank-top. Her body was very slender. You could tell this girl took care of herself. Whatever she was thinking about, it must have had her completely focused, cause I walked right past her and to this day, I don't think she had ANY idea I was there at all. Then again, that may just be how stealthy I've become.
I made my way across the bridge until the pond came into sight. I never thought I'd be so happy to see a body of water. Mainly just because I smelled like 11 hours of sleeping in a dumpster. I passed the pathway that led to the shaded spot under the trees. If anyone thought it was dark in the park, it was black under those trees. Even I had trouble seeing in there. But I made my way out to the water and simply walked until my waistline was wet. I didn't really care that I was getting my clothes wet. They needed washed out anyway as well. I quickly ducked my head underneath the water and let my body start to float on the surface. I opened my eyes. My face was under water but the back of my head was not. I stared down into the dark of the pond. How deep was this place, I kept thinking to myself. I think I may have slipped into meditation, for the next thing I saw was...well...12

I'm 15 years old running down the streets of Southside as fast as I can from these guys who are trying to kidnap me for money. I didn't have anything on me to defend these heavyset fellows. I only remember running with my eyes looking behind me at the three gentlemen chasing me, and then the sound of the car door opening.13

I'm in her car again... or whatever car she stole for that night.
I could feel her hands wrap around me all over again. My mouth was gagged and I was stripped. It Jasmin having her way with me for the very first time. I remembered it all to well.
I couldn't even begin to speak. She gagged me as soon as I had gotten in. I know that my back was against her chest. She had on what I think was just a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sunglasses that were in the shape of stars. She brought her hands to my wrists and pulled them behind my back. I was 15 years old... She's a vampiriss. There was no way I could fight her off. As soon as she had gotten my hands behind my back, she decided she could take a breather. "Why, hello little boy. What's your name?" she asked as she brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt. Had I have been as wise to her as I am today, the shirt grabbing was her way of saying "I'm in the mood. I turned to see who she was. She grabbed me by my hair and made me face forward. "Ah ah ah... No peeking." she would say before she started giggling insanely. I could smell Jack Daniels on her breath, Jack Daniels and blood. She pulled my head back by my hair to expose my neck. "I'm really sorry about this." she said before she bared her vampiric fangs behind my head. Now, I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel her breathing down my neck... I don't know what happened... I took in a deep breath. A woman had never 'touched' me like this before. I didn't mean to, but I let out a gasp to the feeling of her warm breath against my neck, whether it gave off the smell of drinks and blood, I didn't care.14

Jasmin noticed this. "Ooh." she said amused. "Really now? Am I making you all hot and bothered?" she asked seductively. I came back to reality at the sound of her voice. My friend Rei had said that to me before when she tried to get me between the sheets. If I remember anything Rei told me, it's that you should save your first time for the one you love. I turned to Jasmin, who seemed to forget that I wasn't supposed to see her face. I tried to speak but it was just muffled under the handkerchief. She rolled her eyes and removed my gag. She then pulled me more against her, my head laying just below her breasts to the point where I couldn't even see her face! I've got to tell ya, she was drunk. But with what sense I could try to make to her, I gave it a shot. "I'm really sorry. But my heart belongs to someone else. Maybe we could-" I said, but she covered my mouth with one hand. "Kid, I'm not trying to fuck you." she said... If only this next part hadn't happened. 15

In the position she had me laying in, my head was sliding down her chest to her lap. Well, long story short, the back of my head rubbed against her jeans, right over her sex. I think that got her very VERY aroused.
She stopped, and slowly started looking down at me. I think she may have actually been too drunk to realize that she was turned on. But she took her hand from my mouth and brought a finger to her lips. "Shh..." she said before the hand trailed down her cheek, neck, down her breasts (slowing over her nipples) before she brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt. She slowly started lifting it to expose her bare, beautiful breasts. I looked up in amazement. I'm 15. I've never seen real ones.16

She turns me over like a rag doll. That girl was strong. I looked up at her, now starting to get very nervous. I didn't think this would happen today and I wasn't ready for it. I mean, I never met this woman. And I'm supposed to give up something like my virginity to her? I mean, I know that sounds gay, but I don't work like most guys. Sex is a lot more than that to me, ya' know?. And I didn't know how it worked, but I did know that I wasn't supposed to be in that car with that woman. "Please. Please let me go." I pleaded with her. She brought me up onto my knees as she looked into my eyes. She stared at me... She just kept looking up and down me like I was a angel or something that just had to be perfect. She finally stops and looks at me. "You're going to fuck me. You're going to whatever I want and you will let me do whatever I want to you. Do you understand?" she said very nonchalantly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Please just let me out!" I started to beg. She grabs me by my hair and draws my lips closer to her chest. "Tease me." she said commandingly. I looked up at her. I really wanted to hold onto it for Ash...17

"You better start pleasing me. I really don't want to have to kill you." she said. Something in her voice told me she was sincere. Not in that she would kill me, but that she would kill me with sorrow. She was VERY aroused. I honestly think I was just the nearest living thing. But I did not wish to die. And besides, it wouldn't count anyway, right?18

My tongue escaped my lips and began to bother and cross her left nipple. She immediately closed her eyes and lay her head back. From the angle I was at, I could see her start to slide her hand down her pants. 19

My meditations blurred as I brought my head out of the water. I had floated out to the center of the pond. The water was too deep for me to simply stand by this point. I began kicking as I swam my way back to the sides. As I stepped out of the water, soaking and dripping, my hair fallen over my face, I noticed something...odd. I thrust my head back and stopped to lunge my hair to the back of my head. I looked around. I looked ALL around. 20

The girl's gone. 21

I started to shake off what water I could as I made my way toward the bridge. She was nowhere to be found. Now, That would not have bothered me so bad had she not disappeared so quickly. I mean, my meditations never last TOO long. They most certainly never last long enough for someone to escape without leaving the slightest hint of scent... No, they didn't. I caught the scent, but it was different this time. To word this nicely, the girl was "frightened". I could barely get a small whiff of it, but I could tell where it came from. I lift my head and turned to the South side of Unioncity. The smell of fear and blood was in the air... That girl was in trouble. I paused and looked at my reflection.22

"...I am not hell demon... But an angel." I said to myself. I looked up to the abandoned buildings and crackhouses that were the south side. "And I can not be killed." I said before taking off running after the scent. It led me over quite a few obstacles. Whoever had taken her must have been of the quickest men alive to have gone such a long distance while I was floating there. With every hop; with every skip; with every jump; every footprint, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the girl. My sense of smell took me up a fire escape, on top of the building, over onto the next one, down the fire escape only to leap off halfway onto a gas station, over the roof of that onto the rooftop of a hotel, off that onto the roof of a much larger apartment building before my worst nightmare had come true. The scent led me to Hell, the tallest of abandoned buildings on the south side of Unioncity. 23

Hell... What a burned down place. Kids used to tell stories about that place. I'd believe they weren't true if the adults didn't back the stories up with proof. They all called it Hell because of all the horrible, unthinkable things that took place here. People would come into this place, but would not come out. The original founding of the place was a post for a guillotine in medieval times. Alot of bad things have happened here. People have gone missing, people's body parts have been hidden. Police Chief Allen even found a body of a young woman torn to pieces right on the first floor. The town has left Hell to fall to pieces. It's supposed to be blown up in 2 days... Why couldn't it have been sooner? Whoever had a hold of that girl was the one committing the murders in Hell. I wasn't about to let her die that way. Call me a old-fashioned, but my conscience actually exists. 24

I balled my fists. This was going to be the bravest thing I'd have ever done. But courage was something I seemed to be lacking as far as Hell went. Since I can remember, I was told never to go to South side. Here I am a 17 year old vampire and I'm still afraid. But then again, isn't that what courage is? I leaped onto a window seal. The paneling was white and chipped to the actual hell and back. I pulled myself into what looked like a bedroom.25

The walls were wood, no form of wallpaper other than the one side with the door leading into the hallway. The floor had no carpeting to it. Everything was as black as my trench coat to anyone with human eyes, but I've spent so much time in the dark, nothing really scares me anymore. I could see almost perfectly. I made my way for the door. The scent was getting closer and closer with every step I took. I stepped into the hallway to see a long line of doors. Hell was an apartment building at one time. I never knew that before. The closest I'd ever come to seeing the inside was a picture of the main hallway at the front door that Rob took from outside the front doors window. Rob had alot more balls than I did back in the day. I wonder what he'd think if he could see me now. I haven't seen any of the old gang in such a long time...26

I made my way down the hallway, turning left from the door I stepped out of. I wasn't quite sure where the smell of this girl was taking me. The walls were white with a linoleum floor. I passed up quite a few doors. I made out "803" on one that was getting close to the end of the hallway. I was on the eighth floor. I made my way to the end of the hallway where the scent led me... an elevator. Then I saw something that filled me with questions.
The steel cage doors that were before me had a a metal pole wrapped around them... whoever had this girl knew they were being followed. And this guy must have been as big as a mac truck to bend a pipeline that was an inch thick, solid steel. "This is not gonna be easy." I thought to myself as I reached for the pipeline. I bent it straight but it took me a minute and a half. Guy must have been as strong as an ox to bend something like this as fast as he did if he knew I was coming. It then dawned on me... My back wasn't hurting anymore. I reached back to feel for the dead, burned skin that was stretched across me once before... Nothing. 27

I threw the pipeline aside. As it echoed off the floor, the vibrations of it informed me that there was a hole over my head. I looked up. Wouldn't you know it, there was. I could see that this guy put a hole in the roof to tear the pipelines out from under the floorboard. The place had been abandoned for years so there was nothing running through them anyway. I reached up and ripped one down myself. I didn't know what I was going up against so I figured I'd better have a weapon of some sort. I opened up the cage-like doors of the elevator and pressed the switch to go up. It didn't do anything. There was no power. As I stuck my head into the opening, I looked down to see that the elevator wasn't there. Then I looked right above me. It was blocking me from getting up any higher. The staircase would have taken too long to use. I didn't know what was planned so I couldn't waste any time. I reached up and grabbed onto the elevator. As I swung my feet to hit the other wall, dangling 8 stories above the ground, I thought to myself "How did this guy get up this way?". Think about it. How could a human possible climb up that fast? I decided that my enemy was not human. If it's what I thought it was, the girl was already dead. Werewolf's are unkind creatures that are only out for the blood of others. I tried to stab the pole in my hand into the floor to try and tear a hold but I could barely break the surface. I kept on slamming but i was barely even putting a dent. On the last attempt, I slammed too hard and the pole slipped right out of my hands down to the very bottom of the shaft. It bounced off the walls a few times, sending an alarm off through out all the floors until eventually it hit the bottom with a loud "PANG!!!" that must have alerted anyone outside of the building... Or on the top floor. I swung myself right out of the shaft.28

I was out of time.29

As I landed back into the hallway, I bolted for the stairs. With my vampiric speed, and the adrenalin rush I was getting, I was panicking that the girl was already torn to shreds by this point. I cursed, I swore, I stumbled a bit. Eventually, I stopped right where I was and looked to a door that read "816". I kicked the door in and ran to window. I grabbed ahold of the top of the window seal and threw both my legs threw the window. My enemy already knew I was there anyway. A loud crash wasn't my concern. My feet swung out the window, and as I held the top of the ledge, my feet swung upward until I'd done a back flip onto the outside of the window seal. I looked up to the sky. The moon was completely full. "Fuck!" I thought. It only helped prove my werewolf theory. I looked to the walls above me. I hadn't thought this far into it. How was I supposed to get up there in time?30

I was enraged...31

I was primal...32

I was evil...33

I was.. A Vampire...34

I focused my sights on the edge of the top of the building. It was 9 stories up. I could feel every last bit of blood running through my body as my veins became completely visible, even to a dead eye. And from there, everything went RED. I didn't know how I got to the top of that building. Perhaps I jumped. Perhaps I flew. Perhaps I teloported, but I felt wind as I saw the edge coming closer and closer to my reach. And then, I felt something in my hands. Something flat surfaced, and my feet were dangling below me. As the red in my eyes faded, I realized that I was holding on to the edge of the top. I looked down the 17 stories of building that I so easily reached the top of in less than 5 minutes (without an elevator or stairs). I pulled myself onto the top and swung my legs over. As I stepped onto the gravel that was laid out on the roof, I looked about my surroundings. A door that led inside was blocked off by a dumpster!35

"What!?" I screamed. How was that possible? That was physically impossible, even for a werewolf, to plan that far ahead. They would have had to have known I was coming before I even stepped into the water of Storybook Park to place this here in time. "Fuck!" I said. "How the fuck can you-" I didn't really say anything that would make sense to anyone else but me so I'm just not gonna bother with that. I started pacing, moving all around. My adrenalin was running, my pulse was twitching. Everything became red once more. I could feel the strength and power that this feeling was giving me.36

Bloodlust, as some call it. When a vampire reaches a state where the only thing that will get them out of that state is the taste, feeling, and smell of blood. And until that thirst is quenched, that vampire will run to the nearest living thing and kill it, or destroy everything that is within it's reach. All of my senses had been heightened to the point where I could not bare them. I'd never felt true blood lust until that day, aside from in a tomb where I was being killed, but I 'died' after that. I could hear every car horn, every television, every child playing in the street. Everything within Union city was under my surveillance. And I could smell every gas station, every flower, every piece of dog shit in the street. But I also smelled something else... The scent that I had been following had altered. It was no longer the smell of fear. I took in a deep breath to identify what I could. 37

Fear
Sweat
Shame
Humiliation38

The girl was being raped...39

"ANIMAL!!!"
Was the word that would echo through out the streets of Unioncity as I lift my fists into the air, and with all of my might, slammed them down onto the roof below me, thrashing and crashing through it into the 17th floor. I had broken (quite literally) my way down to my target. Still in bloodlust, I could smell and hear that my enemy and damsel in distress were below me. I could hear moaning, as well as the sound of fingers penetrating the wet, virgin skin of my little girl. Before anyone could blink, I threw myself into the elevator shaft, kicked off of the wall as I allowed myself to fall, lunging myself into the hallway of the 16th floor. As I landed on the linoleum of the hallway floor, I heard and smelled the crying tears of an abused, ashamed flower being forced to bloom. My senses led me to the very last door in the hallway. A bedroom suites. Then, I saw something that put everything into perspective.40

A stretcher that had handcuffs on the sides of it.
Hell wasn't a hotel or apartment building... Hell was an asylum.
Everything before me remained red until I sped my way down the hallway to the last door. There was no number on it. Only a sign that read "Dr. Miles' Office". Hell was, for a certainty, an asylum. I did not bother myself with this discovery. I had more important things to carry out. With all my might, I lunged myself through the door in a pouncing position aimed for the familiar smell that kicked me right out of my bloodlust as I found myself on the body of my enemy. Immediately, I tore into them without even seeing a face. I stabbed my hands into the chest and tore it open, tearing major organs and meat and biting down into them. I can't tell you the rush it gave me. I was a mad man that belonged in the asylum. I would have fit in fine in South Side in those moments. I ripped, sliced, bit and tore into the human body of my enemy until there was nothing but meat, and a pool of blood. When my thirst was quenched, I was taken from my bloodlust state. My senses returned to normal. But that smell remained. Shame, fear, and the familiar smell that haunted me into believing I had done of the most terrible things imaginable to me.41

"Jasmin..."42

I looked over to see the girl wearing a straight jacket. She was strapped down to a bed by her neck and stomach. Her ankles were cuffed to the bed... She was pantless. My senses did not lie to me (on that note). She had cum quite a few times in the last few minutes. She was crying her eyes out. When she first saw me enter, she started screaming muffled words through the ballgag that was in her mouth. I couldn't quite make them out. But I'd made it to the top floor before my enemy... My Jasmin... Could kill her. 43

My attention turned to the spread of corpse below me. I fell to my knees. Jasmin... I'm so sorry. If I'd have known it was her.. If I'd have known my blood-kin-mother (The Vampiriss who turned me, not my real mother.) was behind all this... I still would have saved the girl, but I wouldn't killed you. I wouldn't have taken your life-force away. "Good god!" I cried as I burst to tears. The girl just kept kept screaming "Vaff off erf! Vaff off erf!" in the ballgag language she was being forced to speak. I couldn't lift myself. "Vaff off erf! Vaff off erf!" she cried. I lift my head to look upon her. She was jerking and kicking and screaming "Vaff off erf!". "What is the matter with you!? I came here to save you! Why are you afraid of me!?" I screamed at her through tears as I stood up and walked to her side. I looked down upon her.44

..She was very cute.45

But I could not advance against the thought of my now-dead lover.
Her smell refused to leave the area, even through the bloody massacre I had just committed. "What are you screaming to me?" I said as I reached for the ball in her mouth. The scent wasn't leaving... Why? I should not be able to smell her gypsy scent through all the blood...And then it hit me.46

Vaff off erf...47

"That's not her." I muttered. Before I could even begin to act; a pair of arms threw themselves around mine, pinning them to my sides by my elbows. I gasped out of surprise. These arms were skinny, but were strong enough to keep a hold on me as I bucked and jerked. I couldn't throw myself into Bloodlust, unlike her. She used it whenever she wanted. It made her so much more. By that point, I only wanted to turn to see the beautiful pale blue eyes of my Jasmin. As I turned my head, my hair blocked my view of her face. But in her eyes, I could see the blood red strength she was using to hold me. 48

"Hello Jasmin." I said, eventually just dropping my arms to my sides. I knew it was my Jasmin, so there really wasn't any point resisting. She wouldn't hurt me. Well, not in a manner I wouldn't appreciate. The beautiful, black-haired gypsy smiled behind me. "Hello Jason, my love." she said. I turned my head straight to look upon the girl on the bed. She was simply staring by this point. Her eyes were glassy, but she looked more confused than anything. Most of all, I think she wanted to know what the connection between us was. She didn't look very satisfied to find out we knew echother on good terms. I lowered my eyes to look away from her though. I wasn't exactly staying eye-level with the girl cuffed and strapped to the bed. 'Gave me rather unspeakable thoughts. "So how many does this make n-" I said, losing tone toward the end. A very strange feeling came over me in my neck. The right side of it just felt amazing, like the layer of skin there was.. in somebody's mouth. I didn't want to, but my head tilted to the side to expose more of my neck to her. I hate to say it, but my body and my mind react to things far too differently. It was like I NEEDED it, though I did not want it. Though my eyes were beginning to close, I could see that the damsel was giving up hope that I would save her. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jasmin spoke before me. "I'm glad you made it." she breathed into my ear so that I would feel the warm air linger within it. My jaw constricted and I just shut up. Sadly for our friend, Jasmin knew just how to control me. She's had me enough times to know how to make my body betray me. "Why is this?" I barely managed to whisper. By this time, I'd closed my eyes and lay my head back into her shoulder. I felt her warm, soft hands slide in from the back of my shirt around my waste. "Well." she said seductively as her hands started to trail a little further south. "There's a few things you can do to her that I can't..." she whispered, her lips against the very tip on the skin of my ear. 49

"I'm not raping her." I immediately answered. I was starting to lose focus as she held me between her middle and ring finger. "You can't rape the willing, love." she said. On that note, I looked down at the young girl who was scooted as far as her restraints would let her to the other side of the bed. She was looking at me as if I was her captor, as if I had already raped her. "If she were willing," I said. "Then you wouldn't have to tie her up!" said. She giggled as she started to grasp the shaft in her hand. "We can make her enjoy this, Jason." she said. She didn't even have my arms held anymore. Her arms were around my waist. "I mean" she began as she started trailing her tongue along the side of my neck once more. "That's what I did with you." she said with a hint of naughtyness in her tone. 50

I looked at this girl like a man on trial. I couldn't believe I was even considering it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't picture being on her naked body, filling her with myself as she begged me to stop. The thoughts that I had were making me sick at first. But after I had been looking at her for a little bit, the thoughts slowly started to arouse me. Something about the helplessness that she had in her eyes made me want to. I knew I would burn in hell now. Maybe I do belong on the South side. I kept my eyes as low as I possibly could. "Don't bring that out in me." I said to Jasmin. Though I wasn't looking at her, I knew she knew I was talking to her. She simply brought her other hand to the back of my head to play with my hair as she guided my head to see cum the girl left on the bed. "Have you ever seen that and thought of an unhappy time?" she asked me. I felt so bad for the girl. She was complete and unwilling eye candy for me... At least, I think. "And just how long did it take you to do that?" I asked her, thinking she must have forced this girl to cum after a long time of 'torture'. "2 minutes" she said, loud enough for the girl to hear. The girl's cheeks turned red as she turned her head the other way, the small line of a teardrop streaming down her cheek. Wait, what? 2 minutes? OK, I'm no expert on the human body, but 2 minutes? That's way too quick for an unwilling partner. Half of the trouble holding your strength is the fact of it being so right to you. To cum in 2 minutes would mean at some point, at some time, this girl had a good moment. 51

"You're a vampire now, Jason. You have years to repent and earn forgiveness for yourself. That is, if you don't enjoy yourself on this night." she said. I looked to the girl and thought of how she didn't need that straight jacket on. How 2 vampires giving her a good time with their strength and abilities, she wouldn't be able to escape anyway. Maybe she's a fighter though. Maybe she'd make it too difficult to do just anything you want to her. But with that jacket, I guess it is. I mean, holding her legs would be an easy task in general. I could fuck her missionary, doggy, orally, anally. There's no way she could stop m-GOOD LORD!!! I'm thinking about this like I've decided this girl was just a toy!
"No..." I said to myself. Jasmin started leading me to the bed. She sat me down on the edge and slid her hand up my neck to my cheek to make me face her. "I want you to look into her eyes." she said. As my eyes slowly started to move, she blocked my sight and said "Not yet. I want you to enjoy a little bit of the show. Not every day you get to see you're girlfriend eat." she said with a seductive tone. She released me and crawled onto the bed. As she climbed into my sight, I saw her full body. She was completely undressed, aside from her boots. She loved them. I think they made her feel a bit more naughty. But she threw one leg over the girl as she rest her rear on her arms. She wasn't facing her eyes though. She was facing the part of her that was exposed. "Jasmin." I tried to interrupt. She simply leaned down, drawing her face closer to the young blond's sex. "Jason... You and I make love." she said. What? Why would she say that? "This isn't making love. Are we not faithful to echother?" I asked. She stopped drawing her lips closer, sliding her arms up and down the girl's inner thigh. The young girl was shivering some, whimpers muffled by her ballgag. She kept trying to sit up as best she could, the restraints pinning her helplessly to the bed. "Jason. You and I make love. This is sex. This is harmless, unloving sex. If I made love to this girl, then you could be angry with me, but I'm just fucking her." she said before she sat up and removed the tape from her mouth, the girl coughing and taking in a deep breath. "And here in a minute, she's going to make me cum too." said Jasmin. The girl looked up at her with pleading eyes. She took in a breath to speak, but Jasmin seemed to always catch us first. "Because if she doesn't, I'm going to punish her so much more heavily.". Now that made the girl push her head back into the pillow. I must say, I had an instant hard one to the whole thing. I was completely ashamed of myself... But the darkness that was in front of me was exciting me to no end. Jasmin smiled and brushed her hand off the girls cheek. "Relax. You'll love this." she said. She then slid her arms under the girls legs and wrapped them around them, spreading them apart and exposing the lips of her sex to her lust for the young girl. She closed her eyes and brought her lips to the top of her, suckling and teasing the edge of her throbbing lips. The girl immediately reacted with whimpers and a few unstoppable moans. She had her eyes closed as tight as she could. "Please help me!" she whimpered. "Please don't do this to me!" she sobbed to me with a bit of moan in her throat. I listened to her begging me to stop her, but I watched Jasmin draw her tongue out from behind her lips and up and down the outer lips of the others. She "mmm'd" into her cunt as she licked her. The girl's legs were not jerking, they weren't shaking, yet she was begging me to help her. As my eyes slid down Jasmin's back and down the crack of her ass, it brought me to see the other's face. She was biting her lip and closing her eyes as tight as she could... But every now and then, it wasn't so. For a second, if only half of 1, her eyes would relax some, as well as her lip escaping her teeth. She was giving faces of discomfort. She would coo for Jasmin's tongue without realizing it, if only for maybe a second, which was starting to blow her cover. I didn't think she wanted this to happen... But her body did.
Jasmin didn't have to force anyone to sex. I don't think she ever has. What she does is forces others to sample her. I honestly felt this girls body language showing more of an admiration than anything, though she would deny it to the grave is what it seemed. 52

Jasmin was at work like it was just another day on this girl. Teasing, tonguing, and pleasing this girl like taking candy from a baby. The girl was struggling just as before, but was biting her lip, breathing as heavily as she could... I know that face... Eyes closed as tight as they could be, bottom lip tucked under the top row of teeth, cheeks flushed and head turned away... This girl WAS enjoying this. She truly did not want to, but she was loving every second of this. That face was MY face. The same face I had on the last time Jasmin had a fix on me. The feeling of complete and total shame for such an easy surrender to the seduction of a vampire. Truly, there can't be any feeling worse to me. But then again, there is no better feeling...53

I lift my legs up onto the bed, laying beside the couple as Jasmin was sliding her finger between the outer edges of her cunt, her fingers shining some from the other's cum. I looked to the young girl's face to see that she'd released her lip from her teeth, but hadn't come completely around just yet. She was doing alot better than I did. People in the next city over could have heard me and Jas that night. She turned to look at the girl before looking to me. "Put her to work. I'll take care of the rest." she said. "What?" I asked. Jas had a tenancy of leaving conversations after starting them, cause she just went right back to work on the young girl, who was looking up at me with those pleading eyes once more.
"Oh, don't fake that with me." I thought. I sighed to myself when I realized how I was thinking. I couldn't break eye contact with her. Jasmin's ass started blocking my sight of the girl's lips. "No. No! Please! Don't make me do this!" she cried to Jasmin. Her soft, warm fingers slid their way down her own cunt as she spread it open some for the girl... I knew what she meant by "put her to work" by this point. I looked down at this girl, thinking of only one thing. "You greedy bitch. She's giving you orgasms and you can't return the favor?" which I found wrong of me, but it was true. I slid my hand underneath the girls head. She had very soft, silky blond hair that slid between my fingers with ease. I looked down upon her face. Now, THIS face was real. I don't think this girl was homosexual in any way, shape, or form.54

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