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Vampire Nuns

Valerian Pictures — Elmwood, England

The gaffers were putting the lighting in place under the guidance of the director of photography.

There were two guys pulling the camera assembly out of a storage box—they were a grip, and a key grip.

Everyone knew their roles.

“Vampire Nuns” was meant to be an ‘erotic comedy’. Luigi Biscotti, the producer was already lining up two actresses to shoot ‘adult’ footage that he was planning on interspersing within his movie.

He had not told the director Edward Cartwright

Cartwright was a ‘legitimate’ director, usually working on plays by Shakespeare of Marlowe. “Vampire Nuns” was his first foray into celluloid and only because of tremendous legal debts.

He had brought several of his own stagehands with him and the sets looked it… professionally done. The first set consisted of a wall of wooden chip board painted to look like a stone wall.

“Preposterous” Cartwright had scoffed “This will not do at all”

When he approached Biscotti’s trailer he had heard woman moaning and he had to hold back… as it turned out for an hour as Luigi Biscotti ‘auditioned’ two young actresses

The trailer door opened and a woman hopped out, a breast hanging out her top till she realised. “Scusi” she apologised seeing Cartwright there as she did herself up.

“Carla!” she called looking back into the trailer

“Si, Maria. Coming”

Maria jumped down the steps almost knocking Cartwright over

“Mi, scusi” she apologised “ops! qualcosa è andato storto” she gasped and she shook her left leg and a small metal ball (a Ben Wa ball) dropped out of her vagina. It made a clang on the concrete surface.

She picked it up and popped it in a pocket of Maria’s jacket

Cartwright had to pick his jaw up off the ground.

“You think this was in my ass?” she asked as if that was why he was concerned “No… this in pussy…”

“I…” he began

“Is alright… clean pussy”

“Come in! Come in!” Biscotti called out

“Look!” she began but the director turned and didn’t want to see her display herself that way

Cartwright ascended the three steps of the trailer and was hit by the repugnant smell of what Biscotti had been doing with two healthy young women.

“Ah, you no like smell of pussy” Biscotti laughed seeing Cartwright retch

“I beg your pardon?”

“You.. homo… sapien?” Biscotti said getting the wrong word out

“I am recently divorced!” Cartwright said with indignation at the suggestion he was anything but hetero; although he had been buggered in the English boarding-school tradition.

“What did you wish to speak to me about?” Cartwright wished to bring the conversation to the point

“Ah, yes… new cast member…”

“Those ladies?” Cartwright chuckled

“Ah.. no… new person from, where she from?”

“From Bergen” came a voice

Biscotti disappeared into the shower as they talked.

“She come soon”

“Today” said the woman

Cartwright saw her when she spun around in her swivel chair. It was Biscottis wife! Cartwright blanched at the thought Penelope Biscotti (née Wensleydale) had sat there with her clipboard, as her husband fucked two young women.

“Ah, Mrs. Biscotti” Cartwright said with a smile and a polite nod.

“Please, I insist you call me Penny” she said

She had insisted many times in the past to be less formal. Cartwright knew this but wished now to emphasis she was a Mrs—married to Biscotti—the man she’d just watch fuck two women in front of her. It was his way of admonishing her… obliquely like many Englishmen might try.

“Does she have a name?” Cartwright asked

“Greta Stormberg” Penny said

“And her age?” Cartwright asked

“Well… someone said she was in her forties… but she…frankly looks like a teen…”

“Must be that good Nordic climate” Cartwright said (which was inaccurate because although Greta lived there, she had been born on a Mediterranean island).

“Really?”

“Good for the skin…” he said

“That must be why she is so pale” Penny said in her heavy New York accent

“Pale?”

“Here” Penny said getting up and handing him a portfolio shad at the front of her clipboard

He looked at her bio. It said Greta was almost 6ft tall. But not blonde as he imagined a woman from Norway, her hair was raven black. Shoulder length. And her eyes were piercing blue. The skin complexion—so pale. The only colour she had were the palest of pink lips

In one pic, as she had her head back in a guffaw Cartwright notched two district sharp canines in her upper jaw.

He thought that perhaps she had done some ‘work’ to appear like a vampire… to get into this vampire pic.

Cartwright spent a large bit of his time with Vera Magnon—the chief make-up artist. Vera wasn’t just about applying make-up, but she would also do ‘make-up effects’ such as the fangs of the vampires, bite marks, various wounds and so forth. Vera thus also worked with prosthetics and moulded materials.

“Okay, quiet everyone” Cartwright called. He liked to use old-time phrases like “Rolling” even though the camera was digital and there was no reel of moving tape

This time he called “Lights. Camera. Action”

Lisa Stapleton as “Sister Nadia” lay in the cell, alone in her bed.

Lisa didn’t like the idea of being naked (it was implied by her bare shoulders—a blanket covered her but she wore nothing above the waist. She actually wore her very modern panties underneath but they would never be seen by the cameras).

An apostolnik (a veil worn by nuns) along with a skufia were on a stool beside the bed. She ‘tossed and turned’ as she was meant to be dreaming (some of which would be added in editing)

Greta Stormberg glided forward in her vestments… the titular vampire nun.

Cartwright had a script in front, but he expected a degree of ad-libbing. He would take a very long cut and decide which pieces of performance would be kept and which would end up “on the cutting room floor”

Greta seemed to move as if she was actually on an e-scooter… with a speed and smoothness

She drew up alongside Lisa.

Cartwright checked a monitor to see there was enough light still on the star. There was. He had planned the lighting well.

Greta waved her hand over Lisa

“Ooooooo” Lisa moaned

Cartwright was impressed by Lisa’s sensuous reaction, even though Greta hadn’t even touched her yet.

Greta’s fingers wriggled in the air as she did so, drawing her hand along, and over Lisa’s body

“Oooooo” Lisa moaned again.

She opened her legs, as seen by the movement of the blanket, and her right hand delved under as if she was touching herself—at her sex

Even reserved Cartwright was getting a semi as he watched Lisa writhe in ecstasy. He thought she was more animate than expected

Greta opened her mouth. Her fangs prominent.

Cartwright thought that these were gong to be added digitally but he supposed Vera had provide a pair—he wasn’t stopping the shoot… they looked fantastically real and Lisa’s performance was top notch.

Greta leant over Lisa, and she put a hand out onto Lisa’s arm, to prevent it being used to stop her assault

“Oooo” Lisa moaned again

Greta turned Lisa’s head aside and then pressed her mouth to Lia’s neck

Suddenly her head snapped forward

“Ohhh!” Lisa gasped. Her eyes opening wide

She had a genuine look of surprise and then she seemed to relax

Great’s mouth tugged at her throat.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooooohhhhh” Lisa sighed… as if she’d just come.

Cartwright turned to his DP and they both looked amazed… but satisfied at Lisa’s performance. The DP had an obvious hard-on

“Oh, yesssss” Lisa sighed. Her eyes opening wide again.

Geta drew her mouth off

There was a small amount of blood there—Cartwright hadn’t expected Great to have bitten on a blood capsule… but the effect was marvellous

He was chuffed with the way the actors were doing

“Please….” Lisa sighed, reaching weakly out to urge Greta to return to her at once

Greta reversed back. This was very impressive.

Lisa lay there panting, and she sat up a little. The blanket peeled off, revealing a nipple. Cartwright grinned. This was going into the final take… his revenge upon her…

Lisa’s chest heaved heavily. Her nipple protruding like a hard little bullet

“Okay, cut!” Cartwright called. But he still sat there gazing at Lisa’s heaving chest

Vera rushed in and grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over Lisa’s revealed tit

“That was marvellous” Vera gushed without Lisa even having to ask for affirmation. Usually the actress needed to know right away how her performance had been.

Rising from his director’s chair Cartwright went over to some monitors to look over the scene. He held the script over his crotch to hide the bulge there.

They had spent so much time to prepare what would be, on the final edit, less than five minutes of movie.

Cartwright ordered some cameras to be moved as they prepared to do some sweeping shots of the interior—the aim was that post-production would add spirits to the scene.

Then Vera noticed the two wounds on Lisa’s neck

“What’s this?” she began, reaching to touch it. Lisa drew her hand up over her neck “What’s what?’ she asked angrily.

“I… well.. only I just thought….” Vera was sure they looked like real puncture marks… if not… who had done the make-up without telling her? She wondered more along those lines; if someone was being used for the ‘star’ and then… why was she not told…

“Go away” Lisa suddenly snapped as if embarrassed someone would see her neck

“What/“

“I said… go away!” she said and she sat up again, letting the entire crew see her topless. She sat there, still touching her neck, sighing.

Vera went to cover her again.

Cartwright looked over from where he was but now unusually distracted walked off with his personal assistant. He had an idea he had been mulling over and decided to ‘spit ball’ as the Americans would say.

Marjorie, Lisa’s personal assistant walked back then onto the set and seeing her mistress rushed over to her and threw a blanket onto her, to over her up

“Lisa?” Marjorie said

There was no response. Lisa was panting, sweating.

“Lisa?” Marjorie said again

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

No response.

“Lisa!?!”

“What?!!” Lisa snapped

“You’re not acting normally”

“Fuck off!” Lisa uncharacteristically swore.

Lisa leapt off the bed, again topless. Not apparently aware and she started to go to her trailer with Marjorie running after her. Marjorie covered her up

Lisa got into her trailer and slammed the door.

Meanwhile Vera was looking all around for Greta to remove her make-up.

“Where is she?” Vera muttered to herself. She found herself going into the ammenities.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” came a familiar voice… she realised it was her second assistant Mira… a Russian girl—she’d come to the west to be an actress herself, but failing that still took a job here and there to be ‘in’ the movie industry

Vera had hired her because she spoke Russian (from her mum) and was sympathetic to her

Now she stood there aghast that her worker was obviously having sex

“Блядь! Это хорошо (Blyadʹ! Eto khorosho—Fuck, this is good)” Mira cried

“Ты такой вкусный (Ty takoy vkusnyy—you taste so good)” came the voice

“Greta?” Vera thought to herself… “Greta, and Mira?” she thought… she was surprised because Mira had a British fiancée—a man…so she could eventually stay in England permanently.

“Да! Да! Да! (Yes! Yes! Yes!)” Mira moaned

Vera leant back on a sink. She’d only just seen Greta do a scene…and now she was in a toilet cubicle fucking one from the make-up department.

“What is this….? The Seventies?” she thought to herself.

Then Mira cried out in orgasm. Vera was surprised by the intensity of it.,.. Mira’s hand punched the wall. “Oh, fuckkkkkkk” she cried (in English)

Vera thought to slink away—a very British thing to do was to be non-confrontational.

But… this was at work, and, it was one of her workers!

She thought that at least she was polite not to interrupt given Greta was one of the talent. So she stood there like an angry mum arms folded, her foot tapping the white tile flooring

“Oh, thank you….” Mira gasped

“I was so hungry” Greta said “That Lisa had whetted my appetite”

“That was the best sex I have ever had”

“And… the good thing is… you won’t remember any of it…”

“How could I ever forg…..” she began

“You will not remember any of it” Greta said

“I will not remember any of it” Mira said in a monotone

Vera heard her change in voice immediately.

The cubicle door opened. Everyone was surprised by everyone else

“What the…?” Vera gasped

Mira was just pulled her dress back down over her thighs, she had a streak of blood running down her inner thigh… and Greta… she had blood smeared on her lips, and chin

“Oh, shit” Greta gasped “This is embarrassing”

“What the ….?” Vera gasped again.

Greta pushed past Mira

Vera turned to run when suddenly Greta was in fact in front of her, blocking the doorway. She was inhumanly swift

“I’m afraid I can’t let you go just yet” she smiled

“What do you mean?”

“Do you still want me, Mistress?” Mira asked in a monotone

“Go sit” Greta said pointing back into the loo

Mira backed back and sat on the toilet bowel. Her hands on her knees.

Vera was surprised at the blank expression on her assistant’s face

“What… what are you?”

“This” Greta hissed, and her upper canines extended into fangs

“Wha…?” Vera cried when Greta grabbed her, twisted her head to one side and bit into her neck

“Oooooooo” Vera gasped as it suddenly burned… but quickly the burning sensation vanished

“Oh!” she sighed.

Vera realised she was smiling. “No… this… can’t?” she said to herself confused

Greta grunted as she slurped.

Then she released Vera. Vera instinctively grabbed for her neck, expecting a massive wound. But there was hardly anything

“My saliva is making your blood clot” Great said

“What are you?”

“I am… well that’s obvious…isn’t it…”

“You are… a vampire”

“And you.. with your miss-timed appearance….” Greta smiled. She touched Vera gently on the side of her face “But fuck you blood tastes good… the best I’ve had today…”

“I… what…?”

“You will also forget what has happened here”

“I will forget” Vera said.. her mind first saying to herself “How could I…?” but then she was saying “You will obey your mistress”

“What a day” Greta laughed. She turned to Mira “Wipe yourself…!!” she said

“Yes, Mistress” Mira said, rising a little off the bowl and wiping the blood streak with some toilet paper

“You have amazing blood” Greta said to Vera

“Thank you… mistress” she felt a sense of relief in realising that Greta was her mistress. It just ‘made sense’

She was meant to serve. She longed to serve. But her service would end when Greta removed this memory from her

Greta gave them parting instructions and then left them. “What a day” she said to herself again. She had been careless. As she took stock of events she realised that Lisa Stapleton’s genuine sexual response to her had stirred her hunger. As she fed she was swept up in that moment too.

(It’s not realised that although vampires can control humans the vampire is also ‘prey’ to their own desires. Their need for blood makes them desire humans in a way stronger than even a bond between a mother and child. And like that bond it was of dependence… the need for blood to survive)

So there Greta had been genuinely feeding and she suddenly got a sense of self-preservation back and released Lisa. But as she left the set her thirst was now burning—half -satisfied was worse than having nothing at all.

That lead to Mira, and then to Vera. A chain of events that Greta released must have bene ‘written’ (in the stars). She accepted her fate.

New to Britain she still enjoyed public transport. She caught the train (the ‘underground’) at King’s Cross St. Pancras, north to Turnpike Lane. Then a short walk beside Duckett’s Common. She smiled as she thought about the would-be-rapist the other night who accosted her. His body would never be discovered… can’t leave drained corpses lying about.

She’d observed him impassively for three weeks. She worked out his patterns and then she’d inserted herself into his ‘radar’ in order for him to go after her… and of course she’d done him

Turnpike Lane was not a prestigious part of London, but hunters go where the prey is. She’d already enslaved a local and moved in with her, like the parasite she was.

She opened the white door to her house and immediately smelled pussy.

“Hi” she called out as she entered and closed the door

“Hi!” Olivia sang as she ran up the hall and leapt into Greta’s embrace

“What have you been doing?” Greta asked as she carried her lover-slave back down the hall as easily as if the buxom woman was light as a pillow

“Oh, I’ve just been going through my herbs” Olivia said

“You have?”

“Yes… when you complained the other night how I tasted…”

“Your blood was a little acidic”

“Well… yes… I’ve been looking through what to make for myself so you enjoy drinking me”

Greta set her down in the kitchen

“You have been busy” she said as she looked around

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia smiled happy to serve. She had the oven full of canapés

“How long has it been since I enslaved you?” Greta asked

“Five days since you made me submit” Olivia gushed. She was so proud that Greta enjoyed her.

“Did you finish disposing of that body?” Greta asked

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia skipped about the kitchen preparing foods.

“Very good” Greta said “I’m going to have a bath”

“Would you like me to wash you, Mistress?”

“No” she smiled “But.. your pussy smells nice” Greta said “Well done on the diet”

“I can’t smell it” Olivia smiled. She had no way of gauging that when she was not ill or anything. The subtleties of human odours was beyond her.

“I know you can’t…”

“I’m glad you like it…” Olivia said “When will you draw blood again?”

“Oh, I’m so full…” Greta laughed “I won’t need to feed till…” and she looked at the calendar “Till the sixth” she said

Olivia turned and circled a mark on the calendar around the sixth… five days hence.

Vampires didn’t need to feed everyday. They didn’t need to drain a human dry either… although that was a special treat. When they drained a human whole, there was a part of that human’s soul that seemed to go with them. And, Greta now had a new lifetimes supply of memories, and experiences… all that had been in the being of one unlucky rapist

It’s what made her such a good actress. She had taken so many life experiences over the millennia

Film? A new passion. She normally just worked the stage. Being in film meant being ‘recorded’ and ‘noticed’ for all time hence. She thought she’d come up with the solution with a disguise.

As she went to the bath she pulled her wig off and dropped it to the ground. Her hair was cropped short underneath, but even shorter in a line over her left pointed ear. Her elfin like ears—hidden by the wig before were now exposed

She went to the sink and looking in the mirror she drew the two coloured eye contacts out and placed them in their special solution.

Where her eyes had been ‘blue’ before they were now white. Only the think black outlining her iris, and the black of her pupils… gave any definition to her eyes.

She opened her mouth and looked at her recessed fangs. She let them extend and then she retracted them again and gave herself an approving smile. “You sexy cunt” she said to herself

“Mistress?” Olivia called. She came to the bathroom door. She stopped and sucked in a deep breath. Greta was stunningly beautiful.

“Was is it wretch?”

“It’s almost 8 o’clock”

Olivia paused. “The party, Mistress?”

“I am aware of what tonight is”

“Sorry, Mistress” Olivia winced expecting a thrashing

She was neither happy nor sad that Greta passed by her without beating her. She was such a total slave she would have accepted anything Greta did to her.

Olivia had never had sex with a woman, but now she was devoted to Greta. she’d had sex with Greta every night.

Greta went to their bedroom and got ready. She was bored now… Olivia had been told to entice some of her friends over so Greta could pick one, or some really, to fuck and feed from… to build a ‘nest’ of slaves here in London.

Olivia had happily made the appropriate arrangements even though Greta might do horrible things to them. It didn’t matter a jot to her. Olivia would have torn her mum apart if Greta had told her to.

But now having feasted Greta was not so keen on the party. She could have had it cancelled but in the end she decided she’d still like the opportunity to see some fresh food. To meet the meat.

She occasionally fucked men, but she preyed mainly on women. But both men and women were here tonight.

Guests started arriving. Greta not only heard them but smelled them. She despised cigarettes. Anything really that polluted human blood…

She didn’t put on her wig, but she did put in her coloured contacts. She bent her pointed ears and they changed shape like she was kneading putty… they would stay that way for a while before resuming their ‘natural’ shape.

The music came on. Some dance tracks.

Great checked out her outfit. She wore a tight-top that hugged her generous breasts. She wore a skirt, with cotton panties to ease penetration… if she wanted to give someone access to her cunt.

She made her way out and immediately ran into a young couple that were sneaking into her bathroom for a quickie

“Oh… excuse us” the guy said

“Who are you?” Greta asked

“Hi” the woman smiled “I’m Jazz…”

“And who are you?” Greta asked the man

He stood up straight to intimidate her “Who are you?” he asked , puffing himself up, indignant that she would be grilling them—even though it was her place… but he didn’t know that. Most thought Olivia was still living by herself and would never have guessed she’d taken a woman to her bed.

Greta was unimpressed by the man’s machismo display

She reached forward and grabbed Jazz’s hand “You’ll do” she said and pushed her into the bathroom

“Hey!” she cried

“What the fuck are you doing?” the man asked and he grabbed her shoulder

Greta spun around, grabbing the offending wrist and twisting it sending him to his knees in a ton of pain

“Fuck…” he cried “Let go”

“Hey, let him…” Jazz began

Greta turned her face… despite her coloured contacts her eyes still held power and they bore into Jazz

Jazz slunk back.

“Weak mind” Greta smiled to herself as Jazz sat back on the edge of the bath, her head sunk as she submitted

“I said… let go of me bitch!” the man spat.

She squeezed his wrist and he felt bone press agonisingly against bone.

“Fuckkkkk” he cried in pain

Her eyes bore into him and suddenly she released him

He stood up, head downcast and he turned and went away

Many minutes later…

He was most then five kilometres away before he stopped and wondered how he had got there.

Greta closed the bathroom door. “On the floor” she said

Jazz looked at her … she tried to contemplate… it made no sense… but… she complied

Greta put a foot up on the edge of the bath and reaching under herself pulled her panties a little over and away from her labia

“Eat me” she said

“I….” Jazz saiid… but.. her mouth moved forward, into Greta’s sex

She tongued Greta

Greta sighed.. but she was bored quickly… Jazz was not very proficient.

“Enough!” she said and put her foot down

Jazz rushed over to the toilet and spat. She leaned against the wall, she was crying

She couldn’t believe she’d just been licking a woman’s cunt

“What..?” she cried “What did you do to me?”

“Fuck you’re boring” Greta sighed

“I…” she began and Greta’s gaze caught her again

“You will forget what you did…” she said

“I…. I will forget what I did” Jazz said in a monotone

“Who was that guy?”

“That was some guy I picked up earlier…Jim…I think…”

“You slut” Greta laughed

“I’m not….” she began but Greta’s eyes burned into her “I…. I am a slut” she said.

“Forget him too” she said

“I…I…I will….” she struggled. She knew she was being told to do something. She knew she didn’t want to do it… but then she also felt she had to….

She couldn’t take her eyes off Greta.

“Fuck off now” Greta saiid

Jazz hesitated

“Get out of here…” Greta snapped

Jazz felt a sense of urgency and darted out past Greta.

Greta laughed as she saw the panic in Jazz’s face.

Greta checked out her panties were in place… sometimes they rode up her into her vagina.

“Good to go” she said to herself and went out, and downstairs to the party.

She saw her slave there, talking to some women in a corner. Olivia sensed her mistress and turned and Greta signalled her to stay. Olivia smiled

“Who is that?” Barbara asked

“That’s my….er…. roomie”

“You have a roomie?” Erin asked joining the conversation

“Yes… I…” Olivia began

“But you don’t have enough space…” Erin said “Does she sleep down here on the couch?”

“No…we…. sleep together”

“You hussy” Barbara laughed “I never knew you had it in you…”

“It’s disgusting” Erin disapproved

“What?”

“Two… women… it’s.. it’s not natural”

“Says the Irish Catholic convent girl” Barbara said

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Surely you hopped into bed with another girl… on some cold Cork night?”

“Don’t tease her” Olivia grinned

“No… I never…”

“So….what’s it like?” Barbara asked

“Oh, she’s wonderful” Olivia sighed

“Oh, look at her!” Barbara said… it was clear that Olivia was smitten with her pale stranger

“I still think…” Erin began

“Oh, get a grip” Barbara said

Olivia smiled and turned to anxiously look for her Mistress. She wasn’t needed so she breathed a sigh of relief. Olivia did not want to miss any summons her Mistress might give.

“Why don’t you invite her over?” Barbara asked

“No… don’t!” Erin objected

“I can ask…” Olivia said

She looked round again and began heading off

“Why’d you have to do that?” Erin objected as Olivia went off into the throng of party-goers in search of her mistress

She closed her eyes and concentrated. She could sense her mistress and went to the kitchen. She looked around. No one. Then she went out the kitchen door to the garden

There Greta stood, and a woman on her knees licking under Greta’s skirt. Olivia couldn’t see them too well as they were far enough back as to be in night-shadow

“Oooo” Greta sighed. This woman knew how to eat a pussy. “Oh, yesss” Greta gasped again

Olivia smiled. She was pleased her Mistress was pleased.

“Fuck, yeah” Greta moaned, grabbing the woman’s head and pulling her in closer to her “Eat me, bitch!”

“Yeessss” she sighed.

“Fuckkkkk” she pushed the woman away who fell back on her ass

The woman started sobbing

Olivia moved closer and saw it was a friend of hers… Gabriella Nova.

Olivia looked down at her, crying

“I…. ?” Gabriella gasped “What did I just do…?”

“You gave me oral pleasure” Greta laughed

“I… I didn’t….mean….” Gabriella gasped confused

“You did what you were told to do” Great smiled as she straightened herself out

“I..?”

“Come” Greta said. She reached down and yanked Gabriella to her feet. Greta was immensely strong

“Now, honey” Greta said “You will forget about what you just did”

“I….?”

“Dimenticalo!” Greta commanded in Italian

“Si” Gabriella gasped

“Good” Greta smiled as her eyes bore into Gabriella’s “Now run along” she added

“Yes” Gabriella sald

She turned and went back to the rear door, as if in a daze

“Your friends are pretty lame” Greta said

“I’m sorry, Mistress” Olivia bowed “I will accept any punishment you give me…”

“No.. send me up some cock…”

“Mistress?”

“Do I need to explain this to you, you miserable cunt!” she slapped Olivia

“No, Mistress” she cried “I’m so sorry”

Greta went up to the bedroom and peeled off her skirt. She gazed at her sexy hips in the full-length mirror when there was a knock on the door

“Hello?” a black guy said “Oh…” he gasped seeing her in her panties and tight-top

“Who are you?” she asked

“Winston Peters” he said, averting his eyes

“What are you doing?” she asked

“What do you mean?”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?”

“I… I don’t mean to be intruding…” he apologised “Only Olive said…”

“Olive?”

“Olivia” he said

“You call her Olive?”

“Well… yes…”

“Have you known her long?”

“Yeah… since we were kids…”

“And you never fucked her?”

“What?” he gasped and this time he looked at her

She smiled as her gaze held his. She sassed up to him “You never stuck yourself inside of her sweet little minge?”

“I…?” he gasped confused

“She was a virgin when I took her…” Greta said

“Took her?”

“Into my service” she said

“Service?”

“Yes… now… I don’t usually fuck cock… but the pussy around here has been a little disappointing…”

“I don’t…” he began as she reached out and gently took his hand

“Come” she said

“No… I should…” he tired to think of why he shouldn’t be there

“You can’t resist me…”

“I’m gay…” he said

“That doesn’t matter now, does it…” she grinned as she walked backwards, drawing him in

“I…”

She laughed. And it was true… he couldn’t resist. His cock was pushing up against his pants when she unzipped him

His cock sprung out of his fly

He had never been sexually attracted by women… but Greta was no ordinary woman. Anyone would have wanted her when she turned on her allure.

She ripped his belt free and his pants fell.

She took her panties and drew them off and then slid back onto the bed, first onto her arse, and then she lay back

She opened her legs wantonly

“Fuck me” she purred

“I…” he tried to protest but he climbed onto her

“Yes” she sighed as his cock head pressed against her vagina “You want this”

“I…. I want this” he said and pushed into her.

“Oooooo” she sighed

Her feet came up around him, holding him in place. There was no escape.

“Fuck me” she gasped as he thrust in all the way

Over 30cms of cock hardness pumped into her

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she chanted with each thrust.

“Oh, God!” he sighed “Why….?”

It felt so amazing… a small part of him still wanted to get away

Her hips squeezed on him

“Oh….. yesssss” he groaned as he came

“Fuckkkkkk!” she sighed, her fangs extended. In that moment she thought to bite him… but a moment of clarify… she seldom liked male blood… if she drank it was usually because she was going to end someone

She retraced her fangs as she flipped him over and rode him some more, drawing out his come

He was spent….

She drew off him

Olivia rushed forward and pressed her mouth between her legs. She eagerly lapped at the come-soaked pussy, cleaning her mistress of foreign male deposit

Greta stood there triumphant. It had been relatively quick, but she’d still come.

He sat up still confused and she gave him his post-coitius commands

He obeyed, rising, and dressing in the hallway so she didn’t have to see him a second longer

She turned and fell back on the bed

Olivia dove between Greta’s legs to continue her tongue-work

“I’m so glad you are satisfied, Mistress’ Olivia fawned as Greta rose and put a skirt back on. She dispensed with her panties. She would go ‘commando’

“He was… sufficient” Greta said dismissively

Greta checked herself out in the mirror. Her ears points had popped back up and she shaped them again

“Oh, Mistress” Olivia remembered

“Yes?”

“Two of my friends would really like to see you?”

“They would?”

“Well.. not Erin, anyway”

“Oh?” Greta was intrigued “Why not?”

“She thinks you’re a lesbian”

“No… you are”

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia sighed “I only want your pussy”

“Well what is it about her?”

“She’s a virgin too… Mistress”

“Is she?” Greta’s interest piqued

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia smiled sensing her Mistress was intrigued

“How do you know?”

“Everyone knows” Olivia laughed “I’m sure when you are near her…”

“Yes… I will smell it on her…” Greta smiled

“She is pure… you will enjoy feeding…”

“Well.. I wasn’t planning on feeding just yet… but… I can always have a nibble”

“Oh yes, Mistress” Olivia grinned. She was happy now that she had pleased Greta

“You will introduce me” Greta said

“Yes” Olivia said rushing to her and falling to her knees. She grabbed Greta’s arm and kissed her hand

“You make me so happy” Olivia said “When I please you”

“Well… let’s wait and see how she tastes”

“I love you so much, Mistress” Olivia gasped… she was almost in tears she was so happy.

Greta made her way downstairs. She passed an argument between two men … Winston and another man. Greta grinned as she wondered if she had been the cause of that fight.

(She was… still with after-effects of her suggestive powers Winston had been eyeing women at the party much to the chagrin of his gay partner Stanley.)

Greta made her way through the throng of bodies. In another time she might have enslaved them all… She saw Erin and knew her to be the one just by the woman’s changing in expression on seeing her approach

As Greta grew near Erin had a look of disdain wash over her. And it grew as Greta grew closer

But then… the smell… ambrosia. Erin was on her period. Greta stopped, turned and covered her mouth.

Her fangs had extended.

She had to close her eyes for a moment and try to concentrate.

It wasn’t so much the fact Erin was on her period… but she was a virgin… the discharge of that sweetest of pure taste into the air…

Greta turned away for a moment. “Concentrate, bitch” she said to herself

She looked so distressed that even a wave of sympathy now fell over Erin who—not knowing she was the cause—could see Greta’s state of discomfort

Greta had to risk it

She turned back towards Erin and moved quickly forward, she pushed Erin back into a shadowy recess, hooked her head to one side and bit….

Erin gasped in astonishment as her flesh was penetrated by two sharp canines

“Ooooo” she gasped as Greta began sucking on her flesh

She had never experienced this sort of thing before… penetration…

And… it was amazing

Greta sucked hard, and as Erin’s bearing heart forced blood into Greta’s hungry mouth Greta felt the ‘buzz’ of virginal blood

She drank and Erin’s eyes fluttered, and her knees bent

She began to fall and Greta went with her

Suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind “Enough”

She span around, mouth covered in blood, fangs bared, ready to rip the throat of the person who interrupted

She hissed and then, her fangs retracted “Eric?”

“Sister” he smiled.

He drew her to him and kissed her.

He tasted the virginal blood on her lips and she embraced him, her left knee rising around his side

He lapped at the blood… he wasn’t hungry… he was cleaning her of it.. but of course the taste too… was amazing

“What are you doing?” Olivia rushed forward.

She was stopped by two women… a black woman and a nordic looking woman. They stepped in front of her.

“Leave my mistress alone” Olivia sneered

Eric released his sister. He turned to Olivia and she felt that gaze… she knew instantly what he was.

She was confused. A part of her wanted to serve her Mistress, but a voice in her head was compelling her to turn around and walk away.

“Claudia! Vixen!” he said.

The two women turned back to him “Help our ‘guest’ to the bedroom” he said “I think she is drunk”

The two women stepped by and grabbed Erin

“Ohhhh” she moaned…. it was like she was drugged… “Oh, fuck me….please” she giggled drunkenly

“What?” Greta asked “What are you doing here?”

“We need to ‘talk’” he said taking her by the hand and dragging her through the indifferent throng of boozy dancers

“Let go of me” she complained when she got to the foot of the stairs

Already his two slaves were at the top, carrying Erin

“Do’t make me hurt you, sister” he said

“Oh, that might be nice” she giggled. She too was drunk on virginal blood. She hiccuped

He reached down around her waist and hauled her up over his shoulder

He spun around her head banging hard against the wall

“Ow” she giggled as he began carrying her upstairs

The two slaves had undressed Erin “She’s for your use, Master” Vixen smiled

He turned and dropped his sister back off him, and she fell onto the bed next to Erin

Olivia came charging back in, having regained her composure

“Don’t touch my Mistress” she cried

Eric grabbed her and spun her around. He tore at her jeans and then shoved his massive cock right up into her ass

“Ooooooowwwwwww! Ow! Ow!” she cried in pain

As he buggered Olivia his two slaves turned to each other, smiling, turned on… they embraced and kissed

But, they also kept their eye on him, for any direction he might order them to perform

“Oh, God!” Olivia cried “It hurts….”

Eric turned her head to one side and he bit into her neck

“Ooooooo” she cried and came immediately. Her whole body trembled… and of course her heart beat so fast as to fill his mouth again and again.

Finally he released her having dumped a load of come—so much her rectum was stretched

She slumped to the floor whimpering—still spasming in orgasm

He turned back to his sister

“I don’t want you here…” she giggled, her hand reaching out to the ceiling as if she could catch a butterfly she thought was hovering there. Her head lolled about… she’d not had such pure blood for so long…

“Undress her” he said

“Yes, Master” the slaves said eagerly in unison

They were a little more careful and deliberate with Greta, after-all, she was one of ‘them’ too.

“What’s going on?” Erin also giggled

Suddenly he grabbed her ankles

“No don’t….” Greta cried “She’s pure’

“Not for long” he said as he pulled Erin down to him.

His massive thick long meat was still rock hard.

He guided it through Erin’s hairy snatch to her unpursed labia

“Ow!” she cried as he pushed into her

“No, don’t Greta protested “You’re spying her”

“She will be despoiled” Eric said and pushed in further

Erin’s eyes widened in shock. It was both painful and pleasurable all at the same time

It was like a strong burning sensation… warm and terrifying

“Oooof” she gasped as she took his weight

He humped her hard. His cock ploughing right up to her cervix

As he humped her Vixen moved in behind him and began lapping at his anus

Claudia masturbated, unable to control herself at seeing her Master fuck.

Claudia turned and went over to Olivia. She drew Olivia’s mouth up between her things and rubbed her cunt against the woman’s face.

Erin had a feeling of joy wash over her as she came and came and came. And as she did, gazing into Eric’s eyes she realised she wanted nothing else but to please him!

She was slave.

She harassed him, gazing at him with a devotion—a love she had never felt for anyone before. Not event act warm feeling of her a baby at her mother’s breast compared to this

When he came in her the fourth time her stomach looked bloated

“Why’d you do that?” Greta sighed “She was so delicious…”

“You are undisciplined” he said as he pulled up off Erin. Erin felt a huge feeling of depression as he left her body. She almost cried. She longed for him to use her again

She managed to sit up and as he stood there talking to his sister she took his cock in her mouth to clean him; she instinctively knew to serve him with her mouth

“Come” he said to Greta “We will join”

“No” she said “I don’t want to share myself with you” she said

“You WILL come” he said

Olivia pathetically came forward to ‘protect’ her mistress

And as she did so his slaves also moved forward to protect him

“Tell your bitch to back off before I rip open her throat” he said

“Very well” Greta said “i will join with you”

“What are you doing here?” Eric asked as he lay in the bath

“Let me explain” Greta said

“You will join with me?”

“Yes, brother” she said as she straddled him “I said I would”

As she slid down onto his cock not only did their bodies unite, but so did their minds.

They could not only experience fucking the other, but also of being the ‘other’ fucking themselves.

They truly were one flesh

It was something no human could experience (and few could imagine)

Not only flesh, feeling and sensation—but thoughts too. Eric undersold why Greta was there… and she understood why he was there now too.

It was always the best sex she could have.

Olivia watched from the toilet near-by and masturbated. As she did Erin, Vixen and Claudia were off somewhere else serving their Master

Olivia sighed as she watched. It pleased her that her Mistress was pleased.

She didn’t have any jealousy in her at all…. she was only happy that her Misters was happy.

Great and Eric were joined in sexual union for three hours.

Olivia was amazed how long they kept at it… fucking, coming, fucking…

She rushed to Geta with a towel as Greta finally rose up off her brother’s cock.

Greta stepped out of the bath and went into the bedroom as she wrapped the towel around her.

Eric passed her by and slapped her arse.

“That was amazing, Mistress” Olivia said “My hand was sore masturbating… I don’t know how you could have gone so long”

“Long?” Greta scoffed “My brother is busy and had to rush it…”

“Oh?” Olivia gasped even more astonished

“I’m afraid we have to go” Greta said

“Go?”

“Yes… in my union with my brother he found out about my movie career… I am to return home soon”

“Home?”

“Yes, to Norway”

“And I?”

“Oh… I might discard you” Greta said

“Please take me with you, Mistress” Olivia cried and fell to the ground kissing Greta’s feet

“I couldn’t live without you” Olivia wept

“I know” Greta smiled

“My family disapprove of my choice of career in movies…” she said “My brother came to order me home”

“Is that what you wish for, Mistress?”

“It doesn’t matter” she said “We all are accountable to someone else…”

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia agreed, though she didn’t really understand that…

“But first I have to retrieve the footage of me..” Greta said

“Do you want me to kill the director?” Olivia asked

Greta was surprised by this.

“You won’t kill anyone… unless I tell you”

“No, of course not, Mistress… I … I just want to help you in any way I can…”

“You’re a good slave” Greta conceded

“Thank you, Mistress’ Olivia gasped in joy, it was a genuine pleasure to her to hear that

“Will you be taking me with you?”

“I said I don’t know” Greta said “I could just have you kill yourself here”

“Yes, Mistress” Olivia smiled… she would do anything to please Greta

Greta boarded the train. Yes, she could have caught a taxi, or even mesmerised someone into giving her a lift. She preferred the train and its smells of humanity.

She sat there, eyes closed listening to the heart-beat of a girl opposite her as the girl’s boyfriend secretly fingered her. She held her coat in her arms, over her front.

Greta could smell moist vagina

It pleased her.

“Oi! Todger!” came the voice of a man

‘Manny!” the guy fingering the girl gasped as she sat up

Greta opened her eyes. Three youths stood there obviously to intimidate the guy

“Didn’t I tell you if I ever saw you again… I’d…” Manny said

“Please… leave us alone” the girl cried

“Did I ask you?” he snapped

“Yeah, Beth” one of the other guys said “Who asked you?”

He laughed like an imbecile as if he were a wit

The third guy gave a face to Greta “What you looking at?” he snapped

“Fuck off” she said

“What?”

Manny turned around “What did you just say?” he asked too

“I said… fuck off…” Greta said

Her eyes cut into Manny. Manny reached into his pocket and pulled out a blade

“Manny…what are you going to do ?” ‘Todger’ asked concerned for Greta

Manny held it there… examining it for a moment. Suddenly he released the bade. He turned to the first of his friends and thrust the knife into him

“Manny!” the guy gave a churlish scream

Manny looked at the bloodied knife. He looked back at Greta as she started into his mind again.

Manny dropped the knife and ran off at the next station

The others comforted the companion and also took him off the train

Greta smiled at the chaos she had cause them.

Stupid humans… she thought

So weak

then she remembered that collectively they can be quite formidable.

She thought back several thousand years to the island of Chios where she had been bathed

5,948 BC it was.

Her mum went into labour exactly elven months after Greta had been conceived. She thought fondly of her early years.

Only she was born Pasiphaë, Her brother already alive for a century and a half. He had been born Minos

Greta closed this train of thought down. She didn’t want to recall the time her mum was murdered by a human throng (some 400 years after Greta was born)

Like her parents she mated with her brother and had two children… a boy and a girl. Her son Cleon also fell victim to humans and her daughter had no sibling to mate with herself. She had begged her parents to produce another but Greta (as she was then known) was so distraught by the issue she had refused…. yes, she’d had sex with her brother again, but she would not release her egg to be fertilised.

It had caused a rift in their family. Athena continued to live and have sex with her father but she could never have a child by him. She resented her mother for not producing her another mate, and when Greta moved away a part of it brought relief from the tension.

Yes, collectively humans could pose a danger. Her brother was right

She needed to be careful.

She had been foolish to put her face to film.

And her blood-lust for Erin’s pure taste has also been a letting down of her guard.

It was a rare thing; a dangerous thing. She should have built up a ‘nest’ (a group of humans enthralled by her and made to be her blood-cows).

She arrived at the editor’s suite not far from the sound-stage. She buzzed it

“Yes?” coughed Bill Brax the fat smoke-hazed editor

“Hi” she said

He could see her on a monitor

“You’re Greta Stormberg!” he said recognising her

“Yes”

“What do you want?” he asked curtly

“I would like to see you”

“What about?”

She was annoyed. She wasn’t used to having to beg a human for anything.

She turned and walked away in a huff

Moments later she stopped and remembered why she was there.

She circled around the building to the back. There was a small cyclone fence, a tiny courtyard and an SUV parked there—no doubt it was Bill’s

Out of spite she drew a nail across the body, scratching it. She also did a quick jab and then smiled as the car let down on one side as the air deflated

She went up to the door. There was no camera and she snapped the metal lock as if it was match-wood

She smelled the cigarette pungent cloud immediately

It made her ill. Anything that polluted human blood (ruining the taste) was something she hated.

…At first she was going to kill Bill. She hated his human insolence. But… the equipment around was beyond her knowledge and she needed him.

Pouncing upon him, snapping her mouth to his neck and drinking that vile bitter polluted blood….

She had to swallow it to, no place to spit it out.

“Fuck” she coughed as she got off of him

Naturally he felt to his neck, expelling a massive bloody hole

“What….?” he began

She turned and straddled him and stared into his eyes

“You will obey me”

“Yessssss” he relaxed

“Now… I wand you to destroy all the footage you have of me…understand”

“Yes” he sighed

“Call me Mistress” she growled grabbing him by the throat and squeezing

“Yes, Mistress” he choked

She slid off him.

He gasped and coughed

“Now all my footage will be here?”

“Yes… Mistress” he said “Even that footage we’re not going to use…”

“I want all of it destroyed… do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Very good. Oh, and you will stop smoking from no on”

“Yes, Mistress” he said

She went to the door way “Oh, and for fuck’s sake get that back door fixed” she smile and went away

“Yes, Mistress”

Bill went to work destroying footage.

It was some three hours later, woken out of a daze by a phone that he wondered what he had just done.

Greta rode the train back with a smug sense of what she had just done.

She found her brother fucking his minions in her lounge-room.

He saw her expression and knew she had done the right thing,

He then noticed another expression.

He pushed Vixen off his lap

Greta in full sassy mode slunk over to him and tore off her clothes

“What’s this?” he smiled as she straddled him

“You were right, brother…” she said

“About?” he asked as she slid onto him

“Everything”

When they were bodily linked there was no guile or deceit between them.

“I will give our daughter a mate” she said

“You are doing right” he said “Will you come home to us?”

“Yes, brother” she sighed as she rode him. She realised how much she enjoyed having her brother inside of her…

Her body released an egg. He could chose the gender. And he chose a male so that their daughter might have a mate…

They would be a family once more…