Hunter
Chapter Two
After she finished her act, Allie retreated to the dressing room. She felt absolutely spent from her performance. It was as if she and the crowd were feeding from each other’s energy, but she was outnumbered.
She shrugged on some oversized sweats and headed back out to the bar. She gestured to Greg, the bartender, and he pulled the handle on the tap and filled up a chilled mug. The foamy head spilled over the edge and into the drainage grill. Greg then sat the mug on the smooth bar and shoved it towards Allie.
The mug slid a few feet, but stopped long before it reached Allie. As it skidded to a stop, the head splashed over the lip and oozed down to the bar. Allie couldn’t help but laugh at the sorry toss, along with Greg’s pathetic expression of embarrassment. He shrugged, and she shrugged back. Then she got off her barstool and went over to her beer.
“Here.”
The attractive young woman seated in front of the stalled beer grabbed the mug by its handle and, cradling it gently in both hands, passed the mug to Allie. As Allie accepted the glass, their hands touched. She felt a cold spark flash between them, and the shiver ran through her limbs.
“Thanks,” Allie said.
“I’m Kara.” She offered her hand, which Allie accepted. Kara held Allie’s hand and peered at Allie from behind locks of her long blonde hair, gazing deeply into Allie’s eyes. The one thing Mickey taught Kara in their short time together was how to hypnotize. There were two keys, he told her: eye contact and skin contact. The only more powerful bonding came from fluid exchanges, either through sex or feeding. Kara would have to wait to get that level of contact with Allie. For now, the low-level trance she was inducing would have to do.
“Hi,” Allie said haltingly. “I’m Allie.”
Allie’s eyes slowly dilated and her skin flushed as Kara’s power flooded over her. Allie knew that feeling well, having been seduced and dominated by vampires on several occasions. And each time, it made her knees wobbly, her heartbeat rapid and fluttery, and left her soaked and yearning.
“We’re going to have some fun, aren’t we?” Kara asked in a knowing tone. Allie just nodded, unable to resist. “Come with me.” With that, Allie obediently followed Kara into the night.
Kara ordered Allie to drive them to Allie’s apartment. Allie’s driving was slow and mechanical, her reflexes dulled as a result of Kara’s control overwhelming her senses. Once she got her out of the club, Kara gave Allie a little love bite, tasting the other woman’s rich blood. Allie was the first person Kara had taken on her own, and the taste and heat from a fresh donor was so much better than the bland taste of Mickey’s blood slaves.
Allie all but collapsed against the fender of her pride and joy, the car she bought with some of her earnings. The fire engine red Mustang, with the vanity plate “DAYWALK,” was tailored to Allie’s personality, right down to the black leather seats, which fit her like a glove. If it weren’t for the comfort level from being in her own car, Allie probably wouldn’t have been able to drive out of the parking lot in her condition, much less through the narrow streets of the deserted downtown.
As they drove block by block down the streets, illuminated in the orange glow of the phosphor night lamps, Kara thought about what she was going to do with her pet. Kara barely remembered her own life. After she was brought over, Mickey told her that he had wanted to mold her into his perfect little lover-girl, part of which included snuffing out her memory. He never explained how he did it, but he had been frighteningly successful. Kara remembered her first name, her birthday, and what city she used to live in. Beyond that, she had a few hazy visions of people and places which no longer had any meaning to her.
If she could do that to Allie, she decided, she wouldn’t. Kara felt like a helpless child when she first returned to consciousness. Her instincts provided her with a great deal, and Mickey filled in some of the rest. Still, though, she wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone, even this bitch who took Mickey away from her.
“How much farther, Allie?”
“Another couple blocks. I live in that building at the top of the hill.”
“So tell me, Allie, how do you feel about being my slave? Be truthful now.”
Allie turned off into a garage. She punched in a code, opening the metal gate to the parking deck. She maneuvered the Mustang around two corners and into a reserved parking spot, each move part of a series of reflex actions which she had repeated thousands of times. Finally, she put the car into gear, turned off the ignition, and released the clutch. Only then did she turn to face Kara. “I’m so horny for you, and I need you to fuck me right now.” She smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth. “But if I get free of your control, I’ll shove a fucking stake through your heart so deep it’ll come out your ass.”
Shocked by the response, Kara flushed. She slapped Allie across the face. “Shut up, bitch!”
Allie looked down at her lap, sullen from the sharp chastisement. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better. Now lead the way, girl. I could really use that dirty mouth on my pussy.”
Forced by Kara’s dark power, Allie was on Kara almost as soon as they got into Allie’s condo. As the door latched closed, Kara pressed Allie against it. Allie’s hands slid quickly up the thin material of Kara’s black satin dress, popping Kara’s tits out of the strapless cups. The shorter Allie was drawn to Kara’s breasts, the wide areolae beckoning with their erect nipples in the center of the bulls-eyes. She couldn’t help but need to kiss and suck at Kara’s tits, and Kara loved the worshipping Allie delivered.
“Don’t stop there, girl,” Kara moaned. And Allie didn’t stop. She dropped to her knees, which put her face directly in front of the hem of Kara’s micro-mini and the beckoning pussy beneath. Kara didn’t bother with panties either, which let Allie immediately get her lusting lips onto Kara’s love button. Kara squirmed up and down along the door, her bare ass hard up against the smooth cherry-wood veneer. “I’m gonna come!” she screamed just before she did just that, splashing Allie’s face in heat.
“That was fabulous,” Kara panted as she slumped to the cold floor. “So what else do you do?”
Allie smiled mischievously. “Actually...”
“Tell me,” Kara said with schoolgirl enthusiasm.
“Well, have you ever had sex after being hypnotized?”
Kara had no memory of ever doing that. She didn’t conceive of Mickey’s mental domination as hypnosis. “Uh-uh,” she answered. “Sounds kinky.”
“So you wanna?”
“Yeah!”
Allie pulled Kara up from the floor and led her to the oversized cushions spread around the living room. Kara started to straighten up her dress, but Allie stopped her. “Just take it off. You’ll be more comfortable that way.” Allie did the same, pulling off her sweatshirt and pants. Once again, Kara was stunned by the young woman’s beauty and sexual presence.
“You’re beautiful,” Kara said.
Allie felt herself blush, and she moved her hand to cover her embarrassment. “Thank you. So are you.”
Allie regained her composure, and went off to get a candle. She returned from her bedroom with a long silver taper and a crystal candlestick. She set up the candle on a small stand between Kara and herself. She lit the candle using a long wooden match, which she then blew out. A wisp of smoke floated in lazy circles from the extinguished tip.
Allie sat down Indian-style and folded her hands in her lap. “I want you to focus on the flame, and to concentrate on my voice. Just watch the flame. See how it flickers, how it dances. You can feel the heat as it emanates from the candle. Feel its warmth as it washes over you. The warmth draws you in, towards the ever-flickering flame.
“Take a deep breath, and you feel the warmth fill you. Exhale, and watch how the flame dances. Breathe in, and let the warmth enter you. Breathe out, and the warmth slides out. Always watch the flame, think of the flame. Your will is the flame, full of heat and energy.
“As you watch, you are drawn into the flame. As you listen, you are drawn into my voice. You must watch. You must listen. Though you become more and more relaxed, your eyes will not close as long as the flame burns. You are losing yourself in my voice. My voice is your whole world. My voice, and the flame. You have nothing but my voice and the flame.
“When the flame disappears, so will your will. You will be lost in my voice, and you will follow my voice. You will belong to my voice. My voice will be all to you. I will be all to you. I am all to you. You are mine. You are mine. You know you are mine. Mine. Mine.”
Allie licked her fingers, reached out, and snuffed the flame. Kara’s body jerked. Her eyes, held open by force of will, fell shut, and she all but collapsed in total relaxation. Allie knew she was under, because she knew what it felt like to be hypnotized. In fact, she was under Kara’s control even now, at least to a degree. But Kara was totally in her control now.
“Kara, do you hear me?” Kara’s head moved slowly, up and down. “How do you feel?”
“Relaxed,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to stay relaxed. In fact, you should feel even more relaxed. More and more relaxed with every breath you take.” Kara’s posture slumped more, almost to the point of her body falling prone. “Kara, I want you to tell me why you came to me tonight.”
A range of emotions flashed through Kara’s face. “You killed Mickey. I wanted to kill you, because you were the bitch who killed Mickey.” Kara broke down in tears, the memory of the previous night returning with all of the horrors of watching her maker turn to dust.
Allie was shaken also. She had no idea Mickey had a protegee, and especially not one so innocent. Her sources hadn’t mentioned Kara. “Kara, when did Mickey bring you over?”
“Two nights ago.”
“Oh my god! That means last night was your first night! I can understand why you...” Allie caught herself, not wanting to finish that thought. “Okay, let yourself go, relax as you hear my voice. As I speak, you come to me and become mine more and more.” She took a deep breath, hoping to avoid coming that close to a touchy subject again. “Let’s talk about a different subject. How about sex? Does that idea turn you on?”
Kara smiled as she nodded. “Oh yeah.”
“And me? Do I turn you on?”
“Oh yeah. When I saw you dance, I got so hot. That’s why I took you in the first place.”
“So what do you plan to do with me now that you’ve got me?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll make you a vampire like me. Maybe I’ll just keep you as my slave.” She paused for a heartbeat. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck you before I suck you dry and rip your heart out.”
Allie didn’t know how to react to this tigress she had by the tail. Kara still had a powerful hold on her, which would fade with time, assuming she had that much time. She probably could take advantage of Kara’s present weakness, since she showed no signs of coming out of the trance. In seconds, Allie could sweep up the candlestick, which had a hidden wooden switchblade, and bury it in Kara’s ample chest. But something held her back. It wasn’t Kara’s blood-link. It was something even more powerful.
Allie thought she might be falling in love with this beautiful vampire girl.