The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part One

Styria, 1922

The Karnstein estate was now in occupied. Once ruined two centuries ago as peasants rose to fight that great evil noble family… the vampires. It was only in 1880 that reconstruction was begun.

Barbara Jefford, the Countess Herritzen still lived. She had rebuilt the family’s fortunes and had begun several projects—thinking larger than just her own estate she had other projects in mind.

Next door, for instance… once a girl’s finishing school the site became an imperial army barracks. With the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire in 1919 the Countess purchased the site herself and established a ‘charity’ house for homeless girls.

She almost came at the thought of all those young women and the fate that would befall them.

On this night, in 1922 there was movement there on the Karnstein estate. Deep in the Schloss a small group had collected around an opened stone coffin. Head of these deviants gathered was Barbara Jefford, the Countess Herritzen herself. She stood in a red silk dress with a black velvet hood almost completely covering her face.

Her generous breasts heaved as she breathed deep in excited anticipation. She had done this before, but she still had a nervous sense of anticipation.

Several other women dressed as the Countess was stood around, at the cardinal points of the pentagram they had drawn out upon the ground.

And now stepped forward a woman in white. There was a hushed awe.

“Are you ready, Nancy?” the Countess asked in her high German.

Nancy dePollier smiled. “Yes, priestess…” the virginal sacrifice smiled. Nancy had lived over a hundred years. She was ‘old’ like the Countess, but the evil inside her kept her youthful. (Well, not quite so old as the Countess).

“Your sacrifice will bring back the life of one who will lead us to glory…”

“I give my life willingly,” Nancy said “For the evil that will arise…”

“Your place in hell beside the Master is assured” the Countess said.

Nancy smiled. She held her left arm out over the coffin and the Countess drawing out a large knife cut a deep slice across Nancy’s wrist.

Blood flowed.

Inside the coffin were the remains of the vampire Camilla….

As blood dripped over the remains they seemed to suddenly move. Skin seemed to grow across the outside, and inside organs long desiccated expanded and began to live.

By this evil magic the vampire rose…

“Camilla!” the Countess gasped as the naked, bloodied woman rose from her crypt.

“Nothing can hold you to death!” the Countess gasped, ecstatic the Mistress had arisen. “Evil rises again!”

The women chanted “Let evil reign from this night…”

Nancy grew a huge smile as Camilla turned to her. “Come” Camilla said in her mind.

Nancy heard the word as if spoken. She was so glad to see her Mistress once more, even though she knew that this would be ‘brief’.

Nancy had missed seeing her Mistress. Nancy gladly went to her and Camilla fed. Her hunger was unquenchable.

Nancy gladly sacrificed herself for her Mistress.

Camilla drained her acolyte of life. It had taken only a few minutes.

Nancy’s body was tossed aside as Camilla rose up in her bloodied coffin. Camilla would never give Nancy another thought.

“Welcome back, Mistress”, the Countess gasped as she offered Camilla her hand.

Around them the women fingered themselves in delight at seeing the rise of their Mistress.

Camilla smiled as she looked at the women masturbating. She could smell them… their collective odours.

As the Countess helped her down from her burial place Camilla drew in a deep breath. She inhaled the smells of all those juicy cunts.

“You have done well,” she said to the Countess.

“Thank you, Mistress…”

Camilla drew the Countess to her knees and then she let her burial shroud (now speckled in blood) fall to the ground. The Countess inhaled the musk of her Mistress and pressed her mouth there. The taste… so wonderful. Better than any mere mortal. Her tongue pressed into that cool smoothness.

Camilla sighed as her slave ate her out…

“Thank you, Mistress” the Countess moaned as she lapped at that smooth perfect pussy. She was so thankful at being given the privilege of pleasing her Mistress with her tongue.

Next to the Karnstein estate…

The Schachenwald Institute had been established. At eighteen, nineteen, and twenty, the girls of the institute also were homeless, having had families torn apart by the Great War. They were chosen because they were without families. Without connections. The only thing close to an exception were the Almassy sisters Eszter and Aliz and they were both in the Institute together. They were from a small town outside of Budapest and they had lost their farm during the post-war fights between Red and White forces.

The girls at the Institute all did cottage industries such as sewing, etc. to keep themselves busy. There was a daily exercise regimen as well.

Greta Braun sat on her bed reading a week-old newspaper. She was an avid Communist and was eager to read this worker’s sheet about the glories of the Soviet Union. (Her aunt was Ruth Fischer founder of the KPÖ),

Sitting near-by, Angela Jesupol. Angela was “Polish”. She had been born in Austrian Galicia, which was now a part of Poland. But due to the recent war with the Soviet Union she had not returned to take up citizenship of the Second Polish Republic.

She also didn’t appreciate her room-mates fixation on Communism given her own people’s recent violent clashes.

They had often argued. Just this morning it had got worse. Angela rubbed the redness on her wrist where Greta had hurt her.

Theirs were not the only tensions. Two rooms (two girls each) Ruth Bollag, Deborah Guggenheim, Anna Wyler, and Judith Bloch were ostracised. These four were Jewish girls who were facing a lot of bias from their colleagues.

The Countess and two minions, Nádasdy and Ferencné returned that morning from their ritual in the estate. They were happy knowing that their Mistress had arisen. In the main office Erzsébet waited for them and she could from their expressions that the ceremony had been successful.

“She is risen?” Erzsébet asked.

“Yes, the evil has awoken,” the Countess said. The ladies all hugged each other.

“Now,” the Countess asked “how are the girls?”

“There was a fight this morning…” Erzsébet said.

“Good! Good!” the Countess grinned. She had been slowly stoking the fires herself as she wanted the girls to be more susceptible to evil… and the last thing she wanted was them forming attachments to each other… or worse still… alliances….

Mia Schultz was in her room (that she had to herself) and she sat stroking her long brown hair with her brush.

The door behind her opened… she saw in the mirror the reflection of a tall, busty blonde… the most palest woman she had ever seen before.

Mia turned around on her seat.

Ferencné stepped in behind the woman with bags of luggage.

“Put it there! Put it there!” Camilla snapped.

“Yes, Misst.. yes, Miss” Ferencné bowed.

Mia was somewhat startled. She’d never seen any of the staff be so helpful and apologetic before to anyone.

Mia rose from her seat. Camilla turned and went to her boldly. She offered her hand.

“Hello,” Camilla said “I am Camilla…”

“Mia,” Mia smiled. She couldn’t help but smile… something about Camilla’s presence…

Camilla gazed at the bulb in the ceiling. She was still fascinated by this… man had got light from… not fire? What?

Mia looked too at the ceiling trying to work out what was so fascinating there.

“You may go!” Camilla snapped as she realised the servant was still there.

“Yes, Miss…” Ferencné bowed and backed out, and closed the door.

“Wow” Mia gasped as Camilla went over to her luggage.

“Is there a problem?” Camilla asked.

“No… I … I have just never seen Ferencné be so… “

“Helpful?”

“Um… yes….” Mia said.

“Can I help you unpack…?” Mia asked

“You may…,” Camilla said.

As Mia did so she noticed that all of Camilla’s clothes were very much out of fashion. At best they looked Edwardian.

“You are staring?” Camilla said.

“Oh, sorry….,” Mia said “I… you just don’t have anything decent to wear…”

“Decent?”

“i mean… modern…,” Mia looked around “Um… would you care to borrow one of my dresses?”

“Very well…” Camilla said “If it fits…”

“Oh, yeah…” Mia sad. She noticed Camilla’s firm prominent bust.

Mia was a true 20’s flapper. She wore her hair in the ‘bob’.,, or more precisely the “Castle bob.” (Named after Irene Castle). Her dresses were straight, ideal for her boyish figure.

Mia looked at her dresses hanging in her wardrobe. She thought none could really fit and when she turned back Camilla stood there naked.

“Oh!” Mia gasped.

“Is there a problem?” Camilla asked.

“Oh… I….?” Mia gasped again. She took a very audible gulp.

“We are all just girls here…” Mia supposed aloud.

“Yes… all… girls…,“ Camilla smiled.

“But I don’t think…” she looked back a the dresses and turned to say something and saw that Camilla locked the bedroom door.

Camilla turned abound smiling.

Her smile disarmed Mia.

“We don’t want to be disturbed…,” Camilla said.

“I… what…?”

“You want to….,” Camilla almost whispered as her eyes bore into Mia’s…

Mia’s left hand began twitching. She broke her gaze to look down. She grabbed it in her right and looked back.

Camilla had crossed the room.

“I…?” Mia gasped.

“Shhhhh,” Camilla smiled. She ran her hand through Mia’s hair.

“You will be my first acolyte of this century…” Camilla whispered.

“I don’t….?” Mia gasped again. She trembled as Camilla took her by the chin and turned her head to one side.

Camilla pressed her mouth to Mia’s neck.

“Ow!” Mia gasped, shocked by a sharp pain.

Camilla’s arms wrapped around her and held her to her body. Mia sighed as the noise of deep sucking filled her ears.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!’ she shivered… she realised she had just come when she was laid back on the bed. She gazed at Camilla, still shocked. She felt for her neck, but Camilla’s saliva had already made Mia’s wound clot. “What…?” Mia tried to say.

“Shhh….,” Camilla smiled.

Mia smiled too. She relaxed back into her mattress.

Camilla climbed up onto the bed and presented her sex to Mia.

Mia looked away. She was revulsed.

“Drink…,” Camilla said.

“No… this…,” Mia gasped.

“Look into my eyes!” Camilla said.

Mia did and was again caught in that strong powerful stare.

“Drink…” Camilla said as she lowered herself onto Mia’s face.

Mia felt drops of clear fluid drip onto her lips. Her tongue instinctively darted out to taste it and she gasped. She had never tasted something that made her tongue tingle before.

“Drink…” Camilla said as she pushed her sex into Mia’s mouth.

Mia’s mouth opened and her tongue darted out into cool, smooth wet labia.

Camilla sighed as Mia’s mouth grew more bold. Her tongue slipped into Camilla… delving into her body.

Mia woke. She saw it was dark. She was by herself. She sat up, and felt her face, there was a crusty flakiness on her lips and she broke this with her hands. She thought of Camilla and immediately her legs parted. Her hand slid there to her virginal slit and she found a throbbing bud of pleasure. She touched herself through her dress as she thought of that beautiful pale feminine body.

“Oh…ohhh…..ohhhhhhhhh!” she gasped.

Camilla ran through the night. She passed by the ruins of a small cottage and remembered how a century earlier she’d taken a young woman there for food.

She came to a road and was intrigued by the two lights that were fast approaching her…. faster than any horse. The road itself was interesting too… smooth and black… a coating that was unlike the dirt roads she had know in her own time.

It was noisy. She stood there fascinated. Suddenly she heard a honk of a horn.

“Get out of the way!” yelled a man inside this strange metal horseless carriage.

Camilla’s hairs on her neck stood on end as she felt a rage… the impudence!

She went to the side of the carriage.

The man continued to harangue her. He referred to his vehicle as a Lastwagen.

She reached for the door and tore it straight off its hinges. He was shocked, not even having time to react as she leapt in and tore at his throat.

His whole body went limp as she straddled him in his seat. She reached back and bent the steering-wheel up so she could fit better. He lay there sighing as her mouth drew at his life.

He didn’t resist at all. He simply was unable to do so.

His body’s death throw was all that made her stop feasting. She slid out back to the road.

The vehicle was still chugging as the engine idled. She reached down, grabbing the metal body and flipped the entire vehicle up, and off the road. The engine now leaked fuel. She smelt it. She had never known that odour before… it was akin to kerosine.

The engine caught fire. She watched, grinning as the fire consumed the vehicle. Whatever this Lastwagen

was she was not fond of it.

A small explosion. A fragment of metal shot out and pierced her stomach. Annoyed, more than anything else, she grabbed the warm metal and drew it out. Her gaping wound healed in seconds. It spoiled her mood… this Lastwagen. She hoped that she would never see such a thing again.

She turned and ran back to the Institute, filled wth the fresh energy of the driver she had devoured.

Mia rushed to her as she came in through the window.

“Camilla!” she gasped, “Where were you?”

“Did you miss me?”

“Yesssss” Mia gasped. She realised just then how much so. It was a feeling… love?

Everyone else was asleep now, but not these two.

They fucked.

Camilla grinding her pussy against Mia’s as they kissed. Mia had never felt such a longing before.

“You are mine forever…” Camilla whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Mistress” Mia gasped as she pushed her thighs up hard against Camilla’s. The feel of her soft pussy against her own drove her mad. Her whole body seemed to shiver as she came.

In the morning Maja Marija knocked gently on the door. She tried it and found it was still locked.

As she tried the door it suddenly was unlocked and opened.

“Hello,” Camilla smiled “I am new here… my name is Camilla”

“Ah, good morning…,” Maja said “I am Maja…”

Camilla offered her hand.

Maja took it and found herself stepping into the bedroom.

“Where are you from?” Camilla smiled as she took Maja’s hand and guided her into the room.

“Koper.,” Maja said “It’s in the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats, and Slovenes…I’m Slovene…”

“All these new names…” Camilla smiled as she closed the door behind them.

Maja looked over and saw that Mia was lying prone.

“Mia?” she gasped.

“She’s just exhausted…,” Camilla smiled as she continued to lead Maja in.

“So, where is Koper exactly?”

“It’s in Istria.”

“Ah… I have been there. Is it near Capo d’Istria?”

“It ‘was’ Capo d’Istria!” Maja gasped astonished. “It’s not been called that for… for centuries…”

“Ah,” Camilla grinned as they sat down on Camilla’s bed.

“Are you sure she’s alright?” Maja asked looking back at Mia.

“She’s just resting… I’m afraid I wore her out last night…”

“Wore her out…?” Maja gasped… “How?”

“Like this…” Camilla grinned as she slid her hand along Maja’s thigh.

“What are you doing?” Maja gasped.

“Anything I want…” Camilla grinned. She let her canines extend into fangs for Maja to see.

“Oh, my God!” Maja gasped and she went to make the Sign of the Cross.

Camilla grabbed her wrist “Don’t!” she spat.

“Let go of me….” Maja cried.

Camilla grabbed her tighter, pulling her in closer she twisted Maja’s head to one side and bit.

“Ow!” she gasped from the sudden sting

Suddenly Maja felt her limbs grow limp.

Now she was incapacitated, Camilla adjusted herself. She licked over the wound.

Maja drew a hand up to where it stung.

Camilla rose up from the bed and took Maja’s ankles.

She wheeled Maja around so she was lying flat along the bed.

Camilla got between Maja’s legs and opened them wider.

“Wha….?” Maja gasped, lifting her head to see what was going on.

“Shhhh….,” Camilla grinned as she licked the blood off her lips.

Maja looked at Camilla’s eyes as they bore into her.

After a moment her head lolled back. She even managed to undo the top two buttons on her top.

But Camilla reached in between her legs and took hold of her undergarments and tore these free…. leaving a burn.

“You smell delicious…” Camilla grinned as she moved in between Maja’s knees and inhaled the woman’s cunt-scent…

She pressed her lips against Maja and bit again…

“Oooooooo,” Maja sighed.

Camilla was a little disappointed that Maja was not a virgin. Virginal blood was so sweet.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!” Maja sighed as Camilla fed from her.

Mia stirred. She managed to sit up. She saw her mistress feeding from Maja and she smiled. She swivelled on her ass and planted her feet on the cold timber floor.

With some effort she rose and staggered over to the door and locked it again.

She turned and managed to get back to her bed. She soon was fingering herself, turned on by the sight she beheld.

Maja cried out as she came. Camilla licked over the wounds to make them clot. She rose up onto her knees and let out a sigh. So delicious… the life force coursing through her.

Camilla drew off her dress and scooted up on her knees over Maja’s face. “Drink…!” she urged.

Maja tasted the sex pressed against her mouth and was soon lapping at it.

Camilla drew of Maja and Maja immediately sat up, reaching out to Camilla to continue sitting on her face.

Camilla gazed into her eyes.

“Yes, Mistress…,” Maja nodded

“She is your sister, now!” Camilla sighed.

“Yessss,” Mia smiled.

“Come…” Camilla said.

Mia slid off her bed and went to them. “I want you two to get to know each other a little more…” Camilla grinned.

Mia took the neck of her dress and wiggled out of it. Maja lay back again. Mia now naked climbed over her friend, only facing backwards.

Maja opened her legs as Mia backed her crotch down onto Maja’s face.

Camilla sat there and smiled as the two acolytes tasted each other’s sex.

“Good…,” Camilla grinned “Good….”

Greta Braun sat on a porcelain toilet, reading “The Communist Manifesto” in its original English. She had a special dual translation and was comparing the English with the translation in her native German.

She overheard some girls talking that a newbie had arrived… Camilla Herritzen. Greta knew the Herritzen family to be a decadent bourgeoise family. She took some paper and wiped herself and rose angrily from the toilet.

But the others had gone… still… what was a person doing in this place… a place meant for plebeians like herself.

Greta went back to her room. Angela was there.

Greta threw her book onto her bed. “What’s happening?” Angela asked.

“Did you hear that some decadent girl has been allowed here?”

“Decadent?”

“Yes, upper class!” she said, now reference Weber, rather than Marx. “The only aristocracy is that of the working class!” She said as she went back to Marxism. Greta began to pace around the room.

Angela wanted to bury her head in her pillow as she felt another lecture coming on…

“The aristocracy is doomed to the dustbin of history…,” Greta pronounced.

“What are you going on about?” Angela groaned.

Greta paced instead around the room as she planned what she would do next.

Angela looked up, as curiosity got to her as to why Greta wasn’t saying anything anymore.

“There’s the class whore now!” Greta suddenly spat as she saw Camilla glide across the grounds outside.

Greta turned, ignoring Angela she stormed off out the door.

Greta almost knocked Nádasdy over as she raced down the stairs.

“Greta!” Nádasdy called.

Greta ignored her as she continued down the stairs.

“Miss Braun!” Nádasdy called again to no avail.

Greta raced out the side door and across the grounds she had seen Camilla on.

Camilla came upon the site where she’d tipped a whole truck over. There was a sign up saying the area was off limits as the police were inspecting an accident… but they’d already removed the vehicle.

Camilla smiled as she felt Greta approach. She could smell her cunt on the breeze.

Camilla crossed the road. There was a ten-foot high masonry wall there and she leapt over it in a single bound.

She knew Greta would not be able to follow further… at least not directly.

Camilla found herself in the courtyard of a fine well-kept farm. It was clear the owner was doing well to have such an impressive wall around his place.

Camilla sniffed the air. She was upwind of the house so could not sense her prey.

The house was two stories high and Camilla saw a light on in an upper storey. She leapt up and just before she reached the wall her fingernails extended out into razor-sharp talons. She dug these into the wall and hung there looking into the window.

An elder man was drawing up his breeches. His young wife… too young for him was bent over a chair, her anus glistening come.

Camilla was both drawn to gazing at that magnificent posterior but also revulsed by the contamination of man upon it.

The woman got up and went over to a bowel and jug that was on a sideboard. She took these to the centre of the room and placed them on the floor. She grabbed some soap and a towel and with water poured out into the bowl she squatted and proceeded to wash her ass-hole.

Camilla heard a door open and she turned to see the farmer, scratching his balls, and stretching out, satisfied at having come. He stepped out across the courtyard.

Camilla turned and fell upon him.

“My God in heaven!” he gasped as she tackled him to the ground.

“God has nothing to do with this,…” she hissed, extending her fangs.

“Mother!” he whimpered as she leapt upon him. He grabbed her by the throat. With one hand around his wrist she easily drew him off her, in fact, she snapped his bone as if it were balsa. He cried out in pain.

Her mouth found its mark and he stopped struggling.

“Heinrich?” his wife called. She had heard him scream.

Camilla’s tongue worked its way into his neck, opening him up further. Her mouth sealed around his wound and she opened up to his pulsating blood. His heart beat fast, emptying his life out into her grunting body.

“Heinrich?” she called again.

She stepped out into the courtyard.

“Mother Mary!” she cried.

Camilla spun around. The woman stepped back into her house and as Camilla leapt at her she was hit, as if striking a wall, because she could not pass the threshold without an invitation.

She fell back on her ass but soon sprung to her feet.

“My lord!” the woman crossed herself “What are you?”

Camilla winced at the sign of the holy seal upon the woman. She hated the Christian faith. It was for everything she stood against.

“What are you?” the woman cried.

“Come, join me…,” Camilla whispered… her bloodied face and chin was a sight to behold.

“Please… keep away from me…”

“Come…,” Camilla whispered again “I… I will not kill you,..”

“You killed Heinrich…!”

“He was a man….,” Camilla hissed as if that was explanation enough.

“Keep back!”

“I want to love you…,” Camilla whimpered, “I will love you always…”

“Love?” the woman gasped “But… you’re a woman…”

“Yes… the most purest love is between women…” Camilla smiled “I understand you, and what you desire…”

“You killed Heinrich!” she said again.

Camilla sighed. This was getting nowhere.

“Look into my eyes…” Camilla urged.

“What?”

“Look into my eyes…”

“I….?” the woman gasped

“What is your name?”

“Elsa”

“Elsa?”

“Yes”

“Elsa… you… you cannot resist me….”

“I cannot….,” she began.

“Come to me, come out… and embrace me…”

The woman took two steps towards the door.

She suddenly realised what she was doing and looked away. She felt a great burger fall from her as her mind was freed (for the moment) from Camilla’s gaze.

“Look into my eyes…”

“Noooooo!” Elsa cried.

“I… I want to love you…”

“Nooo… please…. go away….”

Camilla turned on a dime and vanished.

Elsa went to the door and looked out at the body of her late husband. It still steamed, still fresh with life heat.

She looked left and right and then tentatively stepped out of her house. She went to him. Yes, he was a brute… thirty years older than she. But she was pregnant with his child… their child… their first child…. Four months. She looked to see if he were alive, and then she saw the gaping hole at his neck. It trickled blood, but there was so little left to escape. Most was in Camilla’s belly. And, that vampire hung from an eave, upside down, watching… her feet… nails like talons dug into the wood. She hung like a bat.

Camilla landed on the ground behind Elsa with the softness of a cat. Elsa suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She turned and almost wet herself when she saw Camilla standing there, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Elsa made a dash for her house.

Before she knew it she was lying flat on her back, with Camilla atop of her.

Elsa lashed out gouging Camilla’s face with a furious blow, causing four deep scratches to Camilla’s perfect white skin.

Camilla smarted. She grabbed Elsa’s flailing hands and pinned them to the ground above Elsa’s head. Elsa watched in horror as the deep furrows she had made in Camilla’s flesh healed over. It had only taken seconds and then there was no visible signs of any of her effort.

“My God!,” she cried.

“If you weren’t so beautiful I’d let you join your husband….” Camilla grinned. She had killed for less.

Elsa thrashed and bucked her hips in a futile effort to throw her assailant off of her.

Despite Elsa’s small frame she had generous breasts. Camilla tore open Elsa’s dress exposing one. It was crested by a darkened nipple. Camilla’s mouth went over this and she bit.

“Ohh!” Elsa gasped. Elsa was suddenly drawn down into a state of languor. Her arms were no longer tense. Even as Camilla released her hold Elsa found she could not raise them again in anger.

Camilla supped and then flicked her tongue over the wound to heal it.

She backed down Elsa’s body. “You smell delicious” Camilla gassed having torn Elsa’s clothes to shreds, exposing her darkened fur.

“Please….,” Elsa sighed as Camilla spread her legs apart.

Camilla bit again and fed.

She paused.

“You’re pregnant!’ she gasped. She could taste it in Elsa’s blood.

“Yes….” Elsa sighed.

Camilla seemed to convulse and suddenly her tongue lolled out at least seven inches. She slid up inside of Elsa. She smiled… if it had been a boy she’d have ended Elsa then and there…

Camilla moved back up to gaze into Elsa’s face. “You are my slave now…”

“Yessssss,” Elsa sighed.

Camilla leapt to her feet and pulled Elsa to hers.

“Invite me in…” Camilla said.

“Yes, Mistress” Elsa sighed. “Please, come in…”

Camilla grinned. They went inside to fuck.

Greta approached the front of the house. She had searched around the wall for some time but had not seen Camilla.

Now, she gazed through a window. The fire in the hearth was low, and unattended.

Greta thought this was unusual.

She went to the side of the house and found a large heavy wooden gate. She tried it, but it was locked.

She shook it.

Two empty bottles near the gate fell over and smashed.

Camilla was at the window, looking down. She was naked.

“Please, Mistress…,” Elsa moaned sliding out of bed and going to her “Come back to bed… let me please you…”

Camilla watched Greta below.

“Who is that, Mistress?”

“My next lover…,” Camilla grinned.

Elsa took Camilla’s hand, “Let me please you now…” she whimpered. She longed to make Camilla happy.

Camilla lead her back to bed. Camilla lay down and Elsa moved her mouth to her Mistress’ sex.

Camilla grinned as she heard Greta try the gate one more time. She heard the girl mutter her frustration and then go.

Camilla turned her attention now to her new sex-slave who was delving into her sex with a sweet flick of soft wet tongue.

“You are so beautiful…,” Camilla sighed.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Elsa sighed.

“When you lactate I will be the first to make you my cow…”

“Mmm-mmm-mmmmm,” Elsa sighed as she lapped at a perfect slit.

Greta made her way slowly back to the Institute. She was frustrated in losing Camilla. It was therefore a total surprise to her at seeing Camilla in her room.

Camilla was on the bed with Angela. Angela was holding her neck, as if she had an injury.

“What are you doing here?” Greta asked.

“I just came to make friends…,” Camilla smiled as she ran her hand through Angela’s hair.

Greta noticed Angela looked paled. “Are you alright, Angela?”

“I…?” she gasped. She turned to look to Camilla for guidance.

“Of course she is…,” Camilla smiled, looking into Angela’s eyes and reinforcing her will. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes…. I…. I am alright….” Angela said gazing into Camilla’s eyes.

“There…you see!” Camilla smiled looking back to Greta.

Angela rose up. She stumbled. She was light headed from blood loss.

“You look sick…,” Greta said going to her room-mate to help her stand up.

“I… I am fine….,” Angela said.

“Please, sit…,” Camilla smiled, and patted the bed. Greta turned to look at her and as she did Angela staggered past her and went to the bedroom door and closed it.

Greta heard the lock click. She turned to look at Angela “It will alright… really…” Angela said.

“What are you talking about?”

“It… it only hurts for a minute….” Angela smiled weakly.

“What have you done to her?” Greta turned to snarl at Camilla and Camilla wasn’t there.

Greta turned back to the door and Camilla was now there, having got behind her without notice.

“Wha….?” Greta gasped.

“Just let it happen…,” Angela urged “It’s less painful that way…”

Camilla smiled and moved up against Greta, almost pushing her back onto Angela’s bed.

“Get away!” Greta spat and she pushed out against Camilla, but it felt like she’d just pushed up against a wall…

Camilla reached out and went to brush Greta’s hair. “I won’t take much…,” Camilla smiled “I’ve fed so much already.”

Camilla opened her mouth wide and let Greta see her canines extend.

“Oh, my God!” Greta gasped.

Camilla laughed… the atheist communist appealing to the Almighty! It amused her so…

She pushed Greta back and Greta tripped back bouncing onto the mattress.

Greta didn’t notice, but Angela was half bent over, leaning on the door, fingering herself as she watched.

“Stay back…,” Greta hissed.

“Or, what?” Camilla smiled as she drew closer.

Greta didn’t really know what she could do….It was a poorly timed bluff.

Greta instead found herself turning her neck, exposing her throat. Camilla grinned again and bending forward pressed her lips to Greta’s hot flushed flesh.

“Oh!” Greta gasped as she felt the sudden prick of sharp needles.

She fell back with Camilla coming on top of her.

Camilla’s mouth tugged at Greta’s flesh. “Oooooooooo!” Greta sighed and she came.

Angela also let out a long slow moan as she fingered herself to ecstasy.

Camilla drew her mouth from Greta. She’d already licked over the wound. Greta immediately felt for the wound, expecting a gush of blood.

Camilla sat up “Don’t worry, my honey….,” she smiled “I won’t kill you…”

Camilla burped. She giggled. She’d had so much blood. A whole man, and now three feeds from three different women.

She turned to Angela “Come!”

“Yes, Mistress” Angela gasped.

Angela helped undress Camilla. Camilla had the two novices lie across the bed. Camilla fingered them both at the same time.

The sounds of two girls reaching climax to her finger-work made her sigh with satisfaction.

Camilla licked their pussy juices off her fingers, and then made them taste each other. It amused her to watch them roll up, legs and faces entwined, tongues in each other’s recesses.

“Thank you for enslaving me, Mistress,” Greta sighed.

Camilla was having so much fun. She had been cutting a swathe through the Institute sucking, fucking, and enslaving. The only problem she had was that this was still a land of Chrisitan believers. She hated that.

Camilla opened the door to the Countess’ room.

Barbara Jefford was in bed, naked, grinding her thighs up against Ferencné

Nádasdy sat on the bed next to them, fingering herself as Erzsébet stood by the window looking out at the night.

Barbara almost jumped out of bed… “Is there anything wrong, Mistress?”

“No” Camilla smiled “Continue….”

“Yes, Mistress…” Barbara said. She turned to Ferencné and they kissed as she pressed her thighs back up hard against the acolyte’s.

Erzsébet turned and strode over to Camilla. “Would you like me to please you, Mistress?” she asked

“You may…”

“Thank you, Mistress” Erzsébet smiled and sank to her knees. Camilla hitched up her dress and Erzsébet pressed her face in between Camilla’s legs. Erzsébe was so happy to sever her Mistress.

Camilla sighed as she watched her minions fucking.

Afterwards Camilla brushed down her dress and went and sat on the bed.

“Can I serve you at all, Mistress?” Barbara asked.

“Things are going well…,” Camilla said “I approve of your plan…”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Barbara sighed “I live to please you…”

“I just enslaved Greta Braun…” Camilla said “What she tells me intrigues me…”

“What’s that, Mistress?”

“Do you know that they have established a new atheistic state?”

“The Soviet Union?”

“Yes… that’s what she called it…”

“Yes, Mistress. I have heard of it…”

“Imagine a whole nation without Christ!” Camilla sighed “All that female flesh and no worry about religion, or those cursed artefacts…”

“Yes, Mistress?” Barbara said.

“I will go there…,” Camilla said.

“Go there?”

“Yes… are you deaf?” Camilla snapped.

Barbara felt wounded and averted her eyes. “Sorry, Mistress…”

“Yes… I will go there and see what blood I can taste…”

“But… what of us?” Barbara asked, her voice trembling for fear of Camilla’s wrath.

“What do I care?” Camilla laughed. “I only came to tell you about my plans because I will be taking Erzsébet here with me…”

“Erzsébet?”

“Yes, she speaks Russian…”

“That is true, Mistress,” Erzsébet said.

Camilla rose from the bed. “Come” she said to Erzsébet. “Yes, Mistress” the woman burst into a grin knowing she was going to continue to be of service.

Barbara and several girls wept as they watched Camilla’s vehicle leave them behind.

Part Two

The Soviet Border

The train had crossed the border and was heading to Moscow when it was stopped by Ukraine partisans. These men wanted an independent nation and had been part of the Revolutionary Insurgent Army of Ukraine, but had lost in 1921. Now they were acting as simple bandits.

They boarded the train. Camilla was with Erzsébet, Greta, and Mia.

“Go see what’s happening!” Camilla said as she looked up from between Mia’s legs.

Erzsébet jumped up and putting on a dress she went out into the corridor where she learned the train was being robbed.

“Robbed?” Camilla spat as she sat up, wiping pussy juice from her lips.

Camilla was infuriated at the impudence.

“Please, Mistress…,” Greta urged “We can protect you…”

“I… I don’t need your protection…” she sneered. Though it was now daylight, and she hated the sun… if she stayed out of direct sunlight she wasn’t as pressed by problems.

Camilla snapped her fingers and pointed and Mia slid off the bed and got Camila a dress.

Three masked figures moved into their carriage. The leader Fedir, directed the others to move down the corridor and open each of the cabins.

One of them, Nestor knocked on Camilla’s cabin, having found it locked. “Open up!” he demanded “Or I’ll shoot!”

The door slid open.

Nestor was grabbed and hauled into the cabin and the door slid shut.

Camilla lay on him draining him as Greta took Nestor’s gun and held it ready.

One of the bandits noticed Nestor was missing and went to the door that he had been sent too.

“Nestor?”

Camilla realised the voice on the other side was a woman. Erzsébet covered the corpse with a bedsheet as Camilla rose to her feet. She nodded to Greta who opened the door.

“Step back!” the woman demanded as she brandished her pistol.

“Who are you?” Camilla asked.

“It does not matter!” she snarled as she continued waving the gun about.

“I asked…’Who are you?’“ Camilla said and her eye caught the woman’s. The woman’s left hand began to twitch.

“I am Anna Karetnyk.”

“And that means something?” Camilla asked.

“Yes, my uncle was Semen Mykytovych Karetnyk!” she said proudly….but that didn’t mean a thing to Camilla.

“Put the gun down…,” Camilla said.

The woman bent her knees and placed it on the floor. She looked at it and tried to make sense of what she had just done as she stood up again.

Greta reached around behind Anna and slid the door shut and locked it.

Camilla drew up close to her. “You stink…,” Camilla said.

“I… I haven’t had a bath in two weeks…,” the woman trembled.

She’d been riding with her comrades for this time, trying to avoid Red Army patrols.

“But your blood is just as sweet, I’ll wager….” Camilla grinned.

The woman turned her head to one side.

Camilla’s mouth opened wide and she pressed it against Anna.

“Ow!” Anna winced.

Camilla felt the warm coppery nectar swell up into her mouth and she sucked.

It was delicious.

As Camilla fed Greta handed the gun back to Anna.

“Nestor? Anna?” Fedir called out.

“You know what to do?” Camilla asked as she wiped the fresh blood from her mouth.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna gasped.

Greta unlocked the door and opened it.

“What if she fails, Mistress?” Mia asked.

“Then I guess she dies…,” Camilla smiled.

Anna stepped out and Greta closed the door.

“Anna!” Fedir cried “Where were you…?”

“No! Wait!”

There was a gunshot…. and the sound of a heavy male body hitting the floor.

Anna picked up Fedir’s Thompson sub-machine-gun and cocking it she went outside.

There were shots, screams… horses braying as they ran off.

Anna returned, knocking on the door.

Greta opened it.

“It is done, Mistress” she sighed.

Anna’s clothes were reddened and wet.

“You have done as expected” Camilla said, barely acknowledging her.

Camilla didn’t bother looking up from between Erzsébet’s legs as she lapped at the warmth of her slave’s sex slit.

Mia and Greta helped Anna from her tainted clothes and they wiped her brow and face with a towel. They found her other clothes to wear.

“You do need a bath,” Mia grinned as she smelt Anna’s body odour.

Eventually the train began chuffing away again. After a while Erzsébet opened a window and tossed out the bloodied clothes as Anna lapped at Camilla’s cunt.

The train arrived in Moscow. Moscow Leningradsky railway terminal was a huge grand building and it was swarming with people.

Camilla inhaled deeply “Ah, the humanity” she smiled. All that flesh to exploit.

Camilla had, just on this journey alone, learned a huge amount of Russian from Erzsébet. Camilla’s mind—her capacity for learning—far exceeded that of her feeble minded prey.

They soon found lodgings on Krasnoprudnaya Ulitsa. A local Commissar demanded paperwork. Camilla loathed doing it, but she mesmerised the petty functionary and he approved their documents.

“Bah!” she cursed as they entered their room.

“What is it, Mistress?” Mia asked.

“Fucking men!” she gasped.

The room was cold… no heating. And, no plumbing that worked either. But Camilla’s minions were eager to please her and were busy collecting wood (Mia hit pay dirt by finding some coal) and they soon had the accomodation liveable.

Next door was Julia Brodsky (actually born Judith, but she found it convenient to hide her Jewish roots). She was thirty-eight, and single. She worked in the conservatory, and also gave piano lessons in her apartment.

Camilla could smell the pussy of her students.

Camilla listened and heard Julia saying goodbye. The door closed. Camilla opened her door.

“Hello,” she smiled at the young woman.

“Um… hello,” she paused.

“I’m Camilla… Camilla Herritzen”

“I’m Zurab Kapanadze,” she said. “Are you German?”

“Austrian…” Camilla said… though she was actually from what was then Romania.

“Your Russian is excellent…” Zurab smiled. Zurab was short, and had dark features. She was not Russian, but Georgian.

“Where are you from?”

“Georgia”

“Georgia?”

“Yes, like Comrade Stalin.”

“Who?”

“He’s People’s Commissar for Nationalities…And the newly appointed party General Secretary. A very important man…” she said proudly.

“Oh, I see…ah… would you like to come in?”

“No…” Zurab smiled.

Camilla stepped out into the hall and touched Zurab’s hair “You know, you are very pretty….,” she smiled.

Zurab couldn’t help but smile also, something about Camilla’s presence…

“Um…,” she blushed.

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen….”

“And, you’re a virgin…” Camilla inhaled.

“Ah…” Zurab trembled. She shuffled and looked at her feet.

“Won’t you look into my eyes?”

Zurab looked up and was caught in Camilla’s gaze.

Her left hand twitched and she almost dropped the small bag she had of sheet music.

“You want to come in….,” Camilla whispered.

“I…,” Zurab trembled.

“You want to come….,” Camilla cooed “Come…” she said and as she stepped back into her apartment Zurab found herself stepping in over the threshold.

Zurab kept her eyes fixed on Camilla’s unable to look away. She didn’t see two women there (Mia and Greta) naked lying with each other on the couch… who momentarily stopped fucking to see the newbie enter their domain.

“I should be go….” Zurab began.

“You want to stay…,” Camilla whispered.

“Yessss…,” Zurab sighed.

Anna came up to them, at the hand gesture of Camilla. She took the case of manuscripts from Zurab, without the girl ever realising she’d parted with it. Anna then she began undoing the buttons on the back of Zurab’s dress.

The dress fell forward and Zurab caught it. Suddenly Camilla’s eyes burned as she saw a wooden cross hanging from the Georgian peasant’s neck.

“Arghhhhh!” she cried in pain “Get rid of it! Get rid of it!”

Anna grabbed it and tore it from Zurab’s neck.

“What?” Zurab gasped as she realised she was holding her dress over her small titties.

“Fuck!!” Camilla spat. “Of all places I should see that… that thing…!”

“It… it was a gift from my bebia (grandmother)” Zurab blurted.

“Fuck!” Camilla huffed. She closed her eyes for a second to focus. She wouldn’t kill…. she would enslave….

She calmed down. Zurab looked around and saw the two women grinding their thighs together as they lay opposite each other. She felt an immediate wave of revulsion in her stomach. They however continued grinding, and moaning.

“What…?” she gasped “What’s going on here?”

Camilla looked back at her… Camilla took Zurab’s face and held it. “Look into my eyes…” she said

Zurab did “What is…?” she began when she was caught by that ferocious gaze.

“Look at me!” Camilla said.

Zurab sucked in a deep breath. It was like she couldn’t breathe further as Camilla’s eye bore into ehr. She certainly couldn’t look away.

Her hands dropped to her sides and her dress fell. She was quite thin, and flat chested. She wore a simple white top, and white bloomers as panties. She wore no bra.

Camilla gazed down now at her… able to draw her eyes away as Zurab was quite fixed in her control. Camilla inhaled the young woman’s scent. “The perfume from your sex is exhilarating….” she said.

Zurab didn’t respond.

Camilla watched as Anne lifted Zurab’s top off. Zurab compliantly lifted her arms up to allow this to happen.

Her nipples were like rock-hard bullets.

Camilla smiled again, flicking her fingers over one; tweaking it.

She drew closer and Zurab turned her head away, exposing her jugular. Camilla’s fangs extended and she pressed her mouth to that soft exposed flesh.

“Ohhhh!” Zurab gasped as two sharp needles pushed through her flesh.

Camilla sucked at the warm elixir within. She gurgled with delight. Not only did this Georgian smell delicious, she tasted wonderful… virgin blood was the best.

Camilla supped a little and then licked over the wounds. Anna now helped the confused young woman from her bloomers. Zurab had a slight olive complexion. Her hair was deep and dark.

Camilla now naked took Zurab by the hand and lead her to the bedroom.

“We’re going to have so much fun…,” Camilla smiled. “You will know what real love is…”

Zurab walked slowly as if in a daze. She had felt so good when Camilla kissed her throat. She hadn’t come… but it had still felt amazing.

She felt a need to obey Camilla, to just accept her lead.

Camilla had her lie on the bed. Camilla then entwined her legs with Zurab’s and scooted her ass forward till her pussy pressed against Zurab’s.

She pushed against her young lover, slowly rubbing her sex against Zurab’s virginal lips.

“Ooooooooo,” Zurab moaned as she felt a burning between her thighs. The burning grew more intense as Camilla pushed her pussy hard forward.

“Oh, yesssssss!” Zurab suddenly cried as she came… her first ever.

Camilla cried out too as her own orgasm rippled up from her engorged clit. Spasms of ecstasy rode across her body like ripples in a pond.

Pytor Bolatbek was fifty-five. He had fled the Almaty (then known as Alma-Ata) region when “White” forces took it during the civil war. He had fled to Moscow. He worked now in State Political Directorate, helping secure the safety of the Soviet Union. He was a survivor. He had joined the All-Russian Extraordinary Commission (commonly called Cheka) and had not just held his post during the restructure but had been promoted… in part by informing on his boss, Anton Sukhoi. He testified Anton was in fact a count-revolutionary, and this plus the fact that Anton had previously worked for Tsarist security—Department for Protecting Public Security and Order (or Okhrana) had been enough. Anton was shot. And Pytor now sat in his office.

He had paperwork now of a possible subversive from Austria who had recently arrived in Moscow.

“Miriam!’ he shouted.

Moments later Miriam Sultanov (also from Almaty) came into his office.

“Comrade?” she asked.

“You wanted to gain a filed assignment?”

“Yes, Comrade,” she grinned.

Pytor wasn’t doing it for her benefit. He was hoping she would fail. He knew her father was a good friend of Feliz Dzerzhinsky, the head of the Cheka.

Miriam found herself outside a building on Krasnoprudnaya Ulitsa. With her was her assistant Katerina Volkov.

“What do you think?” Miriam asked.

“Of?”

“This assignment?”

“We are to infiltrate the abode of a possible subversive…”

“And, how do you propose we do that?”

“I… um… is this a test, Comrade?”

“Yes…and no… I already have an idea…”

“You do?”

“Yes… we will try a direct approach…”

“Direct?”

“Yes…”

“I see…”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Comrade?”

“Answer the question…!” Miriam snapped.

“Um… yes, Comrade… but…”

“Are you prepared to do your duty for the Motherland?”

“Yes, of course!” Katerina gasped that anyone would question her loyalty to the state…

“And… would you be willing to…?” Miriam began… she turned and stroked Katerina’s chest “Do whatever it takes…?”

“I… I don’t know what you mean?”

“It is my understanding the suspect lives here with a number of female companions…”

“Yes, Comrade… I have read the dossier too…”

“And would you suspect her of being… a lesbian?”

“The thought never crossed my mind, Comrade?”

“So… I ask again… what are you prepared to do for the Motherland?”

“I…?” Katerina thought and she took an audible gulp… “I…. I am willing to do whatever it takes, Comrade” she said.

“Good…” Miriam said. “If you had answered any other way I’d have had you shot!”

Katerina gulped again. Looking at Miriam she could tell that Miriam was deadly serious.

“May I ask you, Comrade…?” Katerina smiled “Are you a virgin….?”

“Ah… well… yes, as it happens…,” Miriam coughed “I… I have put my work above any petty bourgeois personal needs…”

Katerina tried to hid her smirk. Miriam was quite pretty. Miriam was a Dungan, an Asiatic ethnicity of the Soviet Union. She was shorted than her younger companion. She had 32B breasts, and straight dark hair.

Katerina was Russian, herself. She had blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was taller than her superior and had 38C breasts. Katerina had a boyfriend. It made her feel superior that at least she had a love in her life, and that Miriam did not.

Mia answered the door dressed only in a nightgown…

“Yes, how may I help?”

“Ah… we are new to this area… ,” Miriam said. She was a good liar, just not good at ad-libbing.

“And?”

“Who is it?” Camilla called.

Mia turned “Two women here about…?” she looked back at them.

“Ah… yes…, “ Miriam began

“We are here for the piano lessons….” Katerina blurted out.

“That’s next door…,” Mia said.

“Please, come in…, “Camilla said coming up from the bedroom… “Oh, don’t send them away without inviting them in for tea…” Camilla gently scolded Mia.

“Yes, Miss….,” Mia caught herself “Yes, Comrade…” she said.

Miriam looked at her colleague with a raised eyebrow.

“Please, do come in…. come in….” Camilla grinned.

Miriam looked again at Katerina and signalled with her eyes.

“Yes, thank you…,” Katerina said and stepped in followed by Miriam.

Camilla snapped and Mia rushed over to the kitchen to put on some tea.

“Please, won’t you sit…?” Camilla asked as she ushered them to small wooden table

“Thank you…,” Miriam said as they both sat down.

“Tell me…?” Miriam asked “You’re… you’re not Russian?”

“No… my family are from Romania…”

“But… I heard you’re from Austria…?” Katerina blurted.

“Oh, and where did you hear that?” Camilla smiled… it was now clear to her that these two women weren’t just random visitors to her building.

“Your Russian is excellent…” Miriam said trying to change the subject.

“Thank you…,” Camilla smiled as she sat down on a chair between them.

“So… do you live her alone?” Katerina asked… and then realised it was such a stupid question.

“Why, do you need a place to stay?” Camilla said, reaching out and patting Katerina’s hand.

“Ah…,” Katerina looked around for something to talk about. She noticed Miriam’s glare and she gulped again. This was not going well.

Camilla sensed the dynamic between the two of them.

“And how about yourself?” Camilla said turning to Miriam and now placing her hand on hers. “Do you need a place to…. stay?” she smiled, flirting.

“No… I’m…” Miriam felt her left hand begin to twitch as she caught Camilla’s stare.

Camilla’s eyes widened and Miriam seemed lost in that gaze.

“I…?” Miriam tried to say something.

“Ah, the tea!” Camilla smiled as Mia brought it over to them.

She turned back to Miriam “You WILL stay…” she said

“I…?”

“You want to stay…,” Camilla said..

“Yes… I…. want to stay…”

“Comrade?” Katerina asked concerned that this was not in the plan.

“Sleep,” Camilla’s eyes commanded.

Miriam’s eyes fluttered and she slumped forward onto the table.

“Comrade?” Katerina gasped.

Camilla turned to her “She must be exhausted” she smiled.

“Comrade?” Katerina called again.

She was concerned and got up

She shook her colleague.

“What’s going on?”

Her first thought was the tea had been drugged…. but… they hadn’t had any yet… Her mind raced. She was confused.

Camilla rose up. “I’m afraid you’re both going to have to stay here for a while…” she smiled “Until I know who sent you…”

“Sent?” Katerina tried to bluff… “I…. I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh, please….” Camilla grinned.

“No… I…,” she began when suddenly her left hand began to tremble.

She felt Camilla’s gaze.

“I….,” she began.

Without realising it she began unbuttoning her shirt. She had a chain around her neck that was now being exposed and Camilla hesitated. But, she didn’t feel the presence of goodness and it turned out that Katerina had a soviet star there. Camilla grinned. Stupid! She would relish this un-Christian place.

Katerina looked down at her singlet as Camilla drew an extended fingernail down it, like a razor, it sliced open Katerina’s top. Her breasts … Camilla then cut the front of Katerina’s bra…

“I don….,” Katerina began.

“Shhhh,” Camilla smiled “We’re all girls here…”

Mia pulled the top from Katerina’s shoulders… all of it, shirt, singlet, bra… all peeled back.

Camilla felt Katerina’s nice firm young breasts. “So beautiful!” she gasped. She slid her hands down Katerina’s dress and Mia helped pull this down. Katerina stepped out of it. Her bloomers were uncomplimentary. Simple cotton that Camilla tore as she sank to her knees.

Camilla almost drooled as she gazed at the tuft of blond curls and the scent behind them. She pressed her mouth forward.

“Ow!” Katerina gasped as he felt two sharp stings.

Camilla gulped and fed.

“Oh, oh my!” Katerina gasped as she felt a sparkle tingling her nether regions… her clit throbbed and shuddered.

“Oh, yesssssssss!” Katerina cried as she came.

Camilla rose up to her feet. Katerina noticed Camilla’s fresh red ‘lip-stick’, and she realised that was her blood.

“What did you…?” she began

“Shhhh” Camilla whispered. “You… you love me….don’t you?”

“Yesssssss,” Katerina gasped.

Camilla grinned and then urged Katerina to her knees.

Mia helped Camilla from her dress and Katerina faced girl-sex that she had never seen so close. “Drink…,” Camilla urged drawing the young woman’s face close to her.

Katerina lapped at the fluid… the pussy-juice.

Zurab and Anna came in from the hallway, carrying boxes. They looked at Camilla enslaving a new bitch and they smiled and continued on into the apartment with their stuff.

Katerina had never tasted anything like…

And it was driving her wild.

“Enough…” Camilla said “You are mine forever now…”

“Yes, Mistress,” Katerina smiled gazing up with such a sense of love and devotion.

Camilla went around to Miriam who still lay slumped. She pulled the woman up by the back of the head and bit into her neck.

Miriam woke in that instance and let out a huge sigh. Camilla fed and then sealing over the wound with her tongue she let Miriam’s head drop back to the table.

“What did you do to me? Miriam cried, clutching her neck. Camilla laughed. Miriam fumbled in her coat pocket as she rose to her feet. She found the gun… a Nagant M1895 Revolver.

Camilla sensed this and leapt at Miriam. Miriam drew her gun just as Camilla bit into her neck again. Miriam’s hand went limp and the gun fell to the ground. Camilla drank… and drained the woman in a fit of savagery.

She let go of Miriam whose lifeless husk fell to the floor. “Think to harm me!” Camilla spat as she left the carcass there without another thought for her.

“Mistress….,” Katerina trembled.

“What?”

“That… that might have been a mistake…”

Camilla slapped her across the face. “I do not make mistakes, you impudent wretch!”

Erzsébet and Greta now arrived.

“You!” Camilla snapped.

“Yes, Mistress?” Greta asked.

“Get rid of this filth… !”

“Yes, Mistress!” Greta said putting down the bags she carried.

“No… wait!” Camilla said “I have another idea…”

Greta simply bowed and returned to what she was doing.

A day later Natasha Ogenesyan worked busily at her desk at Izvestia—a Soviet paper. The phone rang and she heard the news of a small scandal at the State Political Directorate building. A murder-suicide… Pytor Bolatbek had killed his co-worker Miriam Sultanov before shooting himself… with a Nagant M1895 Revolver. And… not only had he killed Miriam, but apparently drained her of all her blood….

Natasha leant back in her chair as she heard the gruesome details…

The new director, a surpassing choice for one so young was Katerina Volkov..

Yes.. she was available for an interview. But… not in her office. Yes, Krasnoprudnaya Ulitsa… Natasha took note of the address. She would be there that evening.

“Anything interesting?” a young man asked as he sat on the edge of her desk.

“Ah, Dimitri, my love… if only…”

He bent down and kissed her on the lips. She slid her hand up his leg and found the hardening lump there.

“I love you…,” he smiled.

“I love you too,” she grinned.

She looked around and no one else was there, so she unbuttoned his pants.

“Natasha!” he pretended to be angry.

She kissed his cock as it poked through and then she drew it out and licked his foreskin.

Her mouth swallowed all his hardened cock and as she got to the base her tongue flicked around his shaft.

“Natasha!” he gasped and immediately started shooting his load into her mouth. She giggled and swallowed his come.

She put him away after he was done and cheekily she went to kiss him but he shied away from tasting himself on her lips.

She play slapped his thigh and then he rose up and went back to his work area.

Julia Brodsky had noticed that four of her students, Zurab Kapanadze, Aghavni Arakelyan, Vera Morozov, and Alina Petrov often came to the building but not for piano lessons, but to go next door.

She grew curious as to what was happening there. She heard a knock on her door and she went to answer it. Camilla stood there smiling.

“Hello,” Camilla grinned.

“Hello,” she replied cooly.

Russians didn’t smile for just any reason, and she thought this was an insincere gesture.

“May I come in?” Camilla asked.

“No…,” Julia said.

This surprised Camilla who was already with a half-step towards the threshold.

“No?”

“I want to know what you’re up to!” Julia said.

“Up to?”

“Don’t pretend!” Julia snapped “I… I hear your disgusting….,” she paused. “I hear the moaning…”

“We… we are just having fun!” Camilla smiled.

“Fun?” Julia spat “You’re a bunch of degenerates!”

Camilla threw her head back in laughter.

“Do you think this is funny?” Julia fumed “I know you’ve already corrupted some of my girls…”

“Your girls?” Camilla sniggered “They’re my girls now!”

Just then Zurab and Vera came up behind Camilla. Both had their tops open, and they were naked underneath. Julia gasped at seeing them expose their breasts so… so flagrantly.

“Ladies!” Julia gasped.

“What’s the matter?” Camilla smiled. She turned slight and felt Zurab’s breasts, then Vera’s. The two girls stood there smiling as she did so.

“Would you like some?” Camilla smiled. She turned back and looked at Julia. “Some… young, fresh cunny?”

“You filthy mouthed whore!” Julia spat.

“Girls?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Go bitch slap this crow!”

“Yes, Mistress” the smiled and they pushed passed Camilla.

“Girls?” Julia cried as she stepped back. The two young things grinning like mad women came at her.

Vera scratched at Julia’s face.

“Ow!” Julia cried.

Zurab kicked her in the knee, almost shattering it. Julia fell to the ground crying in pain.

“Girls! Please! Stop!”

As she was down Vera grabbed her by the hair and tore at it.

“No, please!” Julia cried.

“Do you want me to come in, and make them stop?” Camillia asked.

“Please, girls… what are you doing?” Julia cried as Zurab kicked her again.

“No, please!”

“Ask me in… and i”ll stop it…” Camilla smiled.

“Please…” Julia cried again.

Now Zurab lifted her dress and pissed on Julia.

She laughed.

Vera scratched her again.

“Please….,” Julia cried.

“Ask me in… and all this will end…”

“Yes…,” Julia whimpered.

“What?” Camilla asked.

“Please… come in… and… and stop this!”

Camilla grinned and crossed the threshold. Immediately the two minions stepped away and stood almost at attention.

“There! There!” Camilla cooed as she went and embraced Julia.

“Why?” Julia wept… unable now to stop… she couldn’t contemplate why they would hurt her.

“Shhhh,” Camilla whispered as she brushed Julia’s hair back….

“I….,” Julia continued to weep.

“Ow!” she gasped as Camilla’s ‘kiss’ penetrated her flesh.

Julia suddenly felt no pain. She wasn’t crying anymore.

Camilla drank…

Julia was not a virgin, and she was past menopause, so her blood was not the tastiest… but Camilla had a plan… and that involved enslaving Miss Julia Brodsky.

Julia almost cried as she came…

As Camilla rose Julia kissed her feet. “Oh, thank you, Mistress” she smacked. “I…. ,” she gasped looking up at Camilla “I never knew it could be so… “

“Exhilarating?” Camilla asked.

Julia nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

“Yes… it… it was wonderful…” she cried.

“I want you to kiss my minions ass.. taste their butts…”

“Yes, Mistress” Julia said.

Zurab and Vera presented their butts. Julia pressed her mouth in between Vera’s ass cheeks till her tongue met Vera’s anus. She licked at it and then did the same to Zurab. She moved back and forth flicking her tongue over each girl’s star. She’d never tasted back-passage before but Julia was an obedient slave now…

She did as Camilla commanded, even if the taste was more bitter than Camilla’s quim.

(Over the next week Camilla would take all seventeen of Julia’s students into her service.)

Natasha Ogenesyan had with her a Graflex camera, slung around her neck. She stopped outside the building on Krasnoprudnaya Ulitsa. as six young smiling, pretty young women came out the front door, in pairs, holding hands.

She stopped and watched them walk cheerfully down the street. Natasha didn’t see why anyone would be smiling, or happy at that time. Although she worked on a Communist newspaper she was no party drone. She was aware of some glaring problems with the system, especially shortages… though in truth she kept her reservations to herself.

She checked the address as she forgot what floor she had to go to. And then she ploughed on ahead. She had to use the stairs because the elevator didn’t seem to be working. In fact several lights were missing bulbs.

Shortages!

Welcome to the worker’s paradise!

She knocked on a door and Julia opened it. Julia wore an open robe and quickly covered her sex when she saw the stranger there.

“Can I help you?”

“Camilla?”

“Oh, you want next door!” Julia laughed.

“Oh, sorry…”

“No problems…” Julia smiled.

Julia watched, craning her head around to see that Natasha went to the right door.

Natasha knocked on the door.

“Yes?” Mia asked.

Camilla Herritzen?”

“No, I’m her servant Mia”

“Servant?”

“Yes…,” Mia smiled “Please, do come in…”

“Thank you…”

Mia left for the rear of the apartment and moments later Camilla emerged wearing only a long white gown—like a night gown.

“Natasha Ogenesyan!” Camilla smiled, offering her hand “I’m Camilla….”

“Please to meet you…,” Natasha said and then paused as she was a little disconcerted at how strong Camilla’s soft hand gripped her…

There was a power there that concerned her.

“So, please… sit down…,” Camilla chimed as she lead Natasha to a couch.

Camilla sat on the same couch, but side-on.

“That young lady….,” Natasha said

“Mia?”

“Yes… she… um… she said she was your servant…?”

“Yes…?”

“Well… we Soviets… all being equal, and…”

“What a silly system….!” Camilla laughed.

“Silly?”

“Yes… it is clear that some are more powerful than others…”

“Powerful?”

“Yes… and… it’s only natural that the weak serve them… don’t you agree?”

“Um… well… no”

“No?”

“No…,” Natasha paused. “Look, there may be some problems with this government… but… as the Americans would say ‘All men are created equal…’”

“Pish!” Camilla laughed dismissively… “Not all are equal… it stands to reason…”

“But…,” Natasha began when she suddenly felt her hand twitch. She looked at it spasm.

“Some have power over inferior minds…,” Camilla added.

“But you think…,”

“Don’t interrupt me!” Camilla snapped “You will speak only when spoken to!”

“Now, don’t think…,” Natasha countered with the same energy…

“I said…,” Camilla began and then she relaxed. “Look, you are inferior. You are one who will serve…”

“Serve?”

“Yes.”

“Serve who?”

“Me.”

“You?”

“Yes, why do you think I invited you here…you are going to be part of my plan…”

“Look this is… um… this is getting weird….,” Natasha said and she shifted as if to stand.

“If you aren’t meant to serve, then why did you take your top off?”

“What?”

Natasha looked down at the shirt in her lap, and the bra in her hand.

“I…?” she gasped trying to make sense of it all.

“What is hap…,?” she tried again when she was caught in Camilla’s gaze.

“Such beautiful full breasts…,” Camilla smiled as she ran her hands under them, feeling their weight…

Natasha grinned, pleased Camilla liked them… but then… why? Why was she pleased? This…this din’t make any sense.

Camilla peeled open her dress.

Natasha’s eyes widened. Such beautiful flawless skin… and as pale as snow… except for the pink of her nipples and areolae…

“Why am I staring?” she thought to herself… “This…this is so… wrong?”

“None of my girls are as endowed as you…,” Camilla grinned as she returned to feeling Natasha’s breasts.

“Please….don’t….,” Natasha managed to gasp.

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop…,” Camilla grinned as her fingers toyed with Natasha’s nipples.

“Ooooo,” Natasha sighed… “No… this…”

Camilla had them erect and rock hard. She shifted forward. She leant down into them and pressed her mouth over a teat.

“Ow!” Natasha gasped at the sudden sharp pain.

Camilla sucked.

Natasha’s eyes fluttered.

“Oh, my!” she gasped, her legs spreading apart as an unexpected orgasm charged over her.

And then she felt a finger against her clit.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” she bucked.. a second bolt of ecstasy.

Camilla sat up, her finger now sliding into Natasha. Natasha looked at her beautiful assailant… whose lips were now red wet.

“That’s my blood!” she realised.

“Oh, yessssss!” she cried as her third orgasm hit her. Camilla tasted her finger… “Mmmmm,” she smiled licking Natasha’s flavoured juice.

Camilla stood up and let her dress fall almost completely free. Mia rushed forward to grab it and take it away.

It was then that Natasha realised that there were about seven women there also… each one strumming their clits, frigging themselves as they watched.

And… Natasha felt no shame.

She was surprised to see a perfect pair of labia come down onto her face.

“Drink!” Camilla urged “And be mine forever!”

“Yessssss!” Natasha gasped.

She began lapping at Camilla, and the taste tingled her tongue. “Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmmm,” she moaned as she lapped at Camilla’s cunt.

Within a year Camilla had a harem of over fifty sex-slaves. She had some in positions of power, such as Katerina Volkov who kept government eyes from prying into her affairs.

Natasha urged that Camilla begin a “Women’s Work Collective” as a cover. Camilla did this. They even had a uniform. Outwardly they appeared as a party-loyal cadre of young women. They registered their group with the Zhenotdel (the women’s department of the Central Committee of the All-Russian Communist Party).

Camilla was pleased with herself.

She had so much pussy to fuck.

So much youth and virility to drink and consume.

Camilla send for Elsa.