BLOODLUST: CHAPTER 8 (MF, FF, VAMP, MC)


Our story thus far:  The pressure is on the police as the body count
mounts and the press begins to focus on the killer striking at Washington D.C.
As the police go on full alert a mystery man shows up at the station and tells
our heroes that it is a vampire killing the women.  Of course the police scoff
at this preposterous idea, when obviously we know its true. (Don’t you just
love being more knowledgable than the characters).

As usual, comments, comments, comments.  You know I love ‘em, so please
send any comments you have to KMB_76@yahoo.com

As for legal warnings there is some nifty sex in this chapter so all kids
under 18 must leave and lock themselves in their rooms.

Let’s get it on...



CHAPTER 8: NIGHT MOVES THAT BOB SEGER WOULD NEVER SING ABOUT


Daniel sat and watched through the window as the sun began its descent
from the sky.  In all the fun he had had last night, he had almost forgotten
to retrieve Michelle from the morgue.  But he had remembered and, once they
returned to his lair, she rewarded her master by putting on a little lesbian
love show with Lysette.  Then when Sandra began her vampiric existence later
that night, she was more than happy to please her master by joining in the
orgy with her new sister vampires.

Soon Daniel would be able to retrieve Mary, and he’d be able to have even
more fun thinking of ways for them to please him.  But right now, with
daylight still around, his three little vampires slept, well hidden from the
dangerous effects of the sun.

Sandra’s change over to vampirism had come about much quicker than it had
for his previous victims and Daniel reasoned that it was yet another way in
which his powers were increasing.  Soon perhaps the change would be almost
instantaneous, and eventually he would have more power than he had thought of
in his wildest dreams.

Daniel grinned at this thought, it was finally all happening for him.  His
every wish and every desire could be fulfilled, it was all out their for the
taking.  He could be denied nothing.

In the distance the sun continued to set.  Soon it would be night and he
would be strong enough to go out.  There was still something he had left to
take care of, and Daniel intended to finish that piece of work right away.

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“Hey Stacy,” Tom said as he shook her gently.

“Huh?” was her reply as she was waken from another daydream.

“Are you all right?” Tom asked, “I was calling you and you didn’t notice.”

“I’m sorry Tom,” Stacy replied, “I’m just out of it today.”

“Well I know the cure for that,” Tom said confidently.

“And what might that be?” Stacy asked.

“Dinner with me,” was the answer.

“Is that your cure for everything?”

“C’mon,” Tom urged, “I’ll take you to a great place.  Good food, good
wine, great company.”

“Does that mean you won’t be coming then?” Stacy asked with a smile.

“Funny...” Tom replied, “C’mon say yes.  I know you want to.  This is
guaranteed to chase away the blues.”

“Okay,” Stacy said, “You have officially worn down my resistance.  When
can you get out of here?”

“Now is probably as good a time as any,” Tom answered.  “For the most part
all us day shift guys have been told to go home, get some rest, and keep near
a phone in case anything breaks.  I guess the city is only prepared to pay a
little overtime and not a lot.”

“Well let’s go then,” Stacy said as she grabbed her coat, “I could use
some company.  It will help me keep my mind off of last night.  I just can’t
seem to get it out of my head.”

“Well that’s normal,” Tom remarked as they headed for the door, “I
guarantee by the end of the night, your worries will be long gone.”

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Arnie Nash sat in silence and stared at the very dead people surrounding
him.

“Are you sure you don’t want more men down here?”  Vincent asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Arnie said, “Just me and the corpses.  I have a full
bottle of No-Doze here and standing orders to shoot anyone who even looks at
me funny.”

“Well then I guess, I’ll just go hide in my office so I don’t provoke your
itchy trigger finger,” Vincent said as he walked away, “Give me a shout if you
need me.”

“Will do,” Arnie said as he sat down and began flipping through his copy
of True Monster Tales Magazine.  It might be a bit creepy down here, but at
least it was a break from the firestorm that was raging upstairs.

There was complete silence in the morgue as the bodies lay at rest.  Mary
Lassiter lay inside a freezer and Arnie was going to make sure that was where
she stayed.  The minutes ticked away on the clock, and just as Arnie was
getting involved in his reading he heard a crash.

“What was that?” Vincent said as he popped out from his office.

“Stay inside,” Arnie said as he drew his gun, “Let me handle this.”

Arnie walked toward where he heard the sound and when he did he saw a
figure trying to sneak back into the shadows.  Arnie was a big man, but he did
move fast and he quickly ran in front of the figure.

“Freeze!” Arnie commanded as he pointed his gun at the shadows as the
figure ceased movement.

“All right, now move forward slowly and put your hands where I can see
them!” Arnie continued as he tried to control the fear he felt at that moment.

The figure walked forward slowly into the light, revealing a man with
unkempt blonde hair who appeared to be holding a wooden stake in his hands.
Arnie could also see that the man had a rather large knife attached to his
side.

“Put the stuff down!” Arnie said as he kept his gun fixed on the man.
When he complied Arnie walked over and confiscated the knife.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Arnie demanded.

“I’m here to take care of your problem,” the man said firmly with a heavy
British accent.

“How do I know that you’re not the guy stealing the bodies?” Arnie asked.

“Because I’m not,” the man answered, “You could check on my alibi for the
last two nights and I assure you that you will find it to be quite airtight.
But that would be wasting time, time that we don’t have.”

Something about this man demeanor told Arnie’s gut instinct to believe him
and he lowered his gun.

“Then why are you here?” he asked.

“You’re guarding the body?” the man said as he walked toward the morgue,
“Good then I’ll join you.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” Arnie pointed out.

“You know I talked to two of your fellow detectives today and they just
wouldn’t listen to me.  I don’t think they believed me,” the man continued as
he ignored the question again.

“What didn’t they believe?” Arnie asked.

“That we’re dealing with the supernatural here,” the man said with urgency
in his voice, “Haven’t you noticed the bodies, the way they’ve been drained of
blood with puncture marks on their necks?”

“We noticed that,” Arnie said as he mulled the man’s words, “We think it
may be some guy with a mental disorder that makes him think he’s a vampire.”

“You Americans and your disorders,” the man said as he shook his head in
frustration, “We have a real vampire at work here and you’ve all gotten so
afraid to look beyond that you can’t even notice it.”

“Vampires aren’t real...” Arnie said in disbelief.

“What’s going on out here?  Is everything all right?” Vincent said as he
popped out again.

“It’s fine, Vincent,” Arnie replied as Vincent went back inside, “It’s
fine...”

“He could be here at any time for his victim,” the man stated.

“Who?” Arnie asked.

“The vampire,” the man hissed, “When she hears his call she’ll wake up and
nothing will stop him from getting her.”

“You’re not making any sense,” Arnie said, “I’m going to call down some
officers to escort you out.”

“God damn it Detective!” the man shouted, “How many victims is it going to
take before you people realize you are not dealing with a mortal killer here!
He will take another victim tonight, then another tomorrow, then another, then
another!  But we can stop him here, tonight.  If you just believe me, we can
kill him when he comes for the girl!”

Arnie stepped away from the phone he had been about to pickup and the man
continued.

“If he doesn’t come for her and she doesn’t wake up then we’ll know that
I’m wrong and I will leave this city,” the man claimed, “But if what I believe
is true then we have a chance tonight that we may not have again!  His power
is getting stronger with each victim and soon we may not be able to stop him!
I am just asking you to believe me for one night!”

Every instinct that Arnie had told him to call for help to escort this guy
out of here, but something deep inside of him told him that this man could be
believed.  Arnie had always thought that there was the slimmest of
possibilities that supernatural creatures could be real and maybe this man was
right!  There were no explanations for what had been going on in this case and
a phrase from a movie or something popped into Arnie’s head: If you exhaust
the possible, then the impossible must be true.

If you thought about it this was the only explanation that made sense.  It
was out there Arnie admitted but what was the worst that could happen.  If the
man was wrong then they’d have a quiet night, but if he was right then....well
Arnie told himself that he didn’t want to think about what would happen if the
man was right.

“All right,” Arnie said as he holstered his gun, “I don’t believe you, but
it couldn’t hurt to test your little theory.  But I’m warning you, I’m going
to be watching you.”

As the two men reentered the morgue to keep watch over Mary Lassiter’s
body the sun was just officially setting and the night began.

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Emily Patterson was stretched out on the couch as she mindlessly flipped
through the channels on her TV.  Seeing that there was absolutely nothing on,
she sighed, clicked the OFF button, and tried to come up with something to do
break the boredom.

She was tired of her boring old job, there was nothing to do here, and her
roommate/best friend Stacy was off on a date with some cop she’d been drooling
over ever since she started work at the police station.

Emily got up off the couch and walked over to the full length mirror she
had in her room.  Why don’t I have a boyfriend, she thought to herself as she
studied her body.  26 years old, a burning head of shoulder length red hair, a
good, if not great body, she should have men beating down her door.

“Maybe I’m just too choosy...” Emily said aloud to no one who could
respond since the apartment was empty except for Emily and Brownie. But
Brownie was just Emily and Stacy’s cat.

She had been more selective with men lately, after a series of bad
relationships but she was in the middle of a serious dry spell, four weeks and
no sex. It could almost drive a woman insane, Emily thought to herself.

She ran her hands over her body and feeling her senses come alive at her
own touch she decided that maybe it was lucky she was alone tonight.  She
could draw a hot bath, relax, and maybe even see if her own fingers could get
her closer to orgasm then her last boyfriend could.

Emily lifted her shirt over her head and began to fondle her breasts
through her bra.  She studied herself intently in the mirror and she giggled
in delight when she saw her nipples stiffen at her own touch.

“I am just too hot to be alone,” she said as her cat walked into the room,
“Right Brownie?”

Brownie just responded by walking up to Emily and purring as she rubbed
her head against Emily’s leg.

“You know Brownie, I hope you’re doing that because you like me and not
because you’ve got some gunk on your face,” Emily said as she leaned down to
scratch her cat’s chin.

However, in the middle of the chin scratching Emily heard a knock on the
door.

“Shit,” Emily said as she put her shirt back on and walked  to the door.

“Who is it?” she asked when she got there.

“Is Stacy there,” a man’s voice asked.

“No she’s out on a date,” Emily answered.

“Who are you?” the voice asked.

“I’m Emily, Stacy’s roommate.

“Well then, Emily you’ll just have to do for now,” Daniel said as he
pushed open the door, shattering the locks.  “I came for Stacy, but it looks
like I’ll have to wait.”

Emily started to scream but Daniel covered her mouth, muffling her cries
for help.

“It’s so much easier for you when you don’t fight me,” Daniel sighed as he
closed the door behind him and pinned Emily to the wall, “But it makes things
more fun for me!”

Emily struggled to get away from Daniel’s grip, but she wasn’t strong
enough and he continued to hold her down.

“Look at me,” he commanded and out of fear she complied.  She looked at
his face and when she came to his eyes she began to feel her will to resist
weaken.  In his eyes she saw nothing but peace and love, a type of paradise.
The utter stillness of Daniel’s seemingly glowing blue orbs calmed her fears
and she stopped struggling.

Daniel then relaxed his grip on her and uncovered her mouth.

“Now you’re not going to do anything foolish like scream, are you?” Daniel
asked gently.

“No...” Emily whispered.  She tried to force herself to scream.  She so
desperately wanted to run and call the police, or somehow get to the gun she
and Stacy kept for protection, but she couldn’t.

Tears began to run down Emily’s cheeks as she tried in vain to regain
control of her actions.  At that point Brownie came in to investigate what the
commotion was.  Sensing Daniel, the fur on Brownie’s back stood straight up
and she hissed loudly at him.

“Quiet Brownie!” Emily commanded in a harsh voice before kicking her
beloved cat away.  Brownie then cried out and ran away.

Oh God, what was he doing to her, Emily thought as she began to cry
heavily.  Sobs wracking her body, she realized that it was his eyes.  She had
to stop staring into them, but she just couldn’t.  She buried her face in her
hands and tried to get him out of her brain.

“Now Emily, don’t hide your pretty face from me,” Daniel said as he lifted
her face from her hands, “I want to help you.  I know that men have mistreated
you in the past, but I’m here to make you mine, and I will never mistreat
you.”

Tears still ran down Emily’s face, but as she resumed looking into
Daniel’s eyes, she felt the feelings of peace and serenity calm her fears.

“Please don’t hurt me...” Emily pleaded.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Daniel calmly said as he began to gently
stroke Emily’s face, “I only want to bring you pleasure.”

Emily began to feel a deep burning desire for this man and, as he
continued to touch her, she felt her pussy begin to react to this desire.

She took his hand away from her face and she began to kiss it gently, not
knowing why she was doing this, taking her time to suck on his fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” Daniel said, “Take me to your bedroom.”

The lust she was feeling was now in total control of her actions and Emily
obediently led Daniel into her bedroom.  He sat down on her bed as Emily
remained standing.

“Take off your clothes, Emily,” Daniel commanded.

Emily then pulled her shirt off and unbuttoned her jeans, before pushing
them off her body.  Daniel could see her nipples straining against the fabric
of her bra and how her panties were becoming soaked with desire.  Emily
reached back to unfasten
her bra, but she stopped before she could, a look of hesitation crossing her
face.

“Don’t stop Emily, I want to see you nude,” Daniel said as he sought to
quash the last bit of resistance in the girl.

“Don’t you want me?” he asked softly and that did the trick as Emily then
unsnapped her bra and all but tore off her panties so she could show her nude
body off.  Daniel smiled, as he noticed that Emily was indeed a natural
redhead.  He began to take off his own clothes as he looked over his willing
slave.  Emily’s will was broken and she was now his to command.

Emily looked with desire at Daniel as he stripped nude, his cock springing
out after being freed from its prison of clothes.  Her pussy was dripping and
her juices began to run down her leg.  Nothing else mattered but acting on the
desire that spread throughout her body.  She had never wanted to fuck anyone
as much as she wanted to fuck Daniel at that point.  She was so turned on that
the moment Daniel brought her lips to his in a kiss, she came.

But instead of cooling her desire, Emily’s orgasm only made her want
Daniel more.  She joined him on the bed and after they explored each other’s
body with hands and tongues, she took his cock in her mouth.  Emily had always
prided herself on being an expert with blow jobs, and now she used every trick
she knew to please her master.

Daniel groaned in pleasure as Emily went over every inch of his cock with
her tongue.  He felt a familiar tensing and then with a load moan he came in
Emily’s mouth.

After making sure she had swallowed as much as she could, Emily leapt on
top of Daniel, riding his still hard cock.  She’d had some good experiences in
bed, but this was mind blowing and she never wanted it to end.  Anything
Daniel wanted of her, she would give.  Their sweaty bodies seemed to move as
one as Daniel thrust into Emily and she began screaming in pleasure from the
intense feeling of the orgasms he was bringing her to.

And just when it seemed as though Emily couldn’t take anymore, Daniel
brought her up close to him.  His eyes had turned to blood red and fangs
extended from his mouth, but Emily was not frightened.  She wanted this, she
had always wanted this.

“Drink from me Master,” she sighed.

And when Daniel buried his fangs in her neck, she flinched at first at the
pain, but then began to feel the sweetest, purest pleasure she had ever felt
in her life.

Emily lowered her head to her master’s chest and she lapped away at the
open wound he had created for her.  His blood tasted odd at first, but then
the hunger began to grip her and she couldn’t get enough of it.  Soon Emily
collapsed onto the bed where she began her metamorphosis.

Daniel looked at Emily with a feeling of contentment on his face, this had
turned out better than he had expected.

“That’s right Emily, rest now,” he said as he ran his hand over her face,
“Soon Stacy will be home and you can help me give her a welcome that she will
never forget.”

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“MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Pete Foster screamed after he had taken a mighty swing
at a pitch and missed.  Pete was all alone in the batting cages and that was
the way he liked it.  Whenever he got too frustrated with anything, he went
down to the cages, picked up his bat and worked out his aggression by pounding
baseballs over and over again.  The pitching machine loaded another ball and
shot it out at Pete, who then took another big cut and missed again.

“COCKSUCKER!!!” he screamed in frustration.  The case had gone nowhere
fast again that day and now he had people telling him that he should go home
and rest.  He didn’t need rest, he needed this case to be solved.  Just
because people downtown wanted to save on overtime, it meant he couldn’t be
exploring every possibility in this case.  He wanted it solved and he wanted
it solved now.

Chris’ idea about the guy thinking he was a vampire was a good one, but it
hadn’t led to anything.  No one anywhere near D.C. was a diagnosed sufferer of
the disease, so they were no closer to nailing the guy then when they gotten
up that morning.  Nothing was breaking right on the case and Pete’s bad luck
here against the pitching machine wasn’t helping, it was just getting him
angrier.

The machine loaded up again, and once again Pete hit nothing but air.

“GOD DAMN IT!!!” He shouted as he began smashing his bat against the side
of the cage in frustration.

“Now that’s real mature,” Chris said as he came upon his brother.

“How did you know I was here?’ Pete asked as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re always here,”  Chris said as Pete noticed that he had a woman with
him, “I didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to find you.”

“Going to introduce your friend to me?’ Pete said as he calmed down.

“Oh of course,” Chris replied, “Where are my manners?  Pete this is Carol,
Carol this is Pete.”

“How do you do?” Pete said from inside the cage.

“I’m fine,” Carol answered, “You on the other hand look as though you
could really use a drink.  I’ll buy.”

“Hey I like her already,” Pete said as he leaned against the side of the
cage, “But I’d better not drink, we could be called back in at any time.”

He then turned his attention to his brother.

“So I hope that you haven’t been doing any drinking tonight either,” he
said to Chris.

“Hey, I’m as sober as a Mormon,” Chris replied.

“So do you regularly attempt to cause property damage, or is this just a
special occasion?” Carol asked Pete.

“It’s a special occasion,” Pete answered, “The world is against me and
this stupid pitching machine is going like Randy Johnson.”

“Actually I think the real problem is that you just suck,” Chris remarked.

“I’d like to see you get in here and hit a few,” Pete shot back.

“I’d love to but I strained my back this morning and, you know,” Chris
replied.

“Why don’t I have a crack at it,” Carol suggested.

“Be my guest,” Pete said as he handed her his helmet and went to set the
machine up again, “You’ll have as much trouble as I did.”

“Well, we’ll see...” Carol said as Pete ducked out of the cage.  Then as
the balls began to shoot out of the machine, Carol proceeded to hit each one
with solid contact. Each ball shot out at her was sent  screaming back to the
other side of the cage.

“Oh my God!” Pete exclaimed, “I do suck!”

“Well the first step is admitting it,” Chris said as Carol continued to
hammer each pitch.  “Isn’t she great!” he exclaimed.

“My world is shit,” Pete sighed as he sank down to the ground.

“Oh don’t feel bad,” Carol said as she took off the helmet and left the
cage, “Don’t tell me you get all weird if you’re beaten by a girl.”

“No he’s married, he’s used to it,” Chris cracked.

“Hardee har har,” Pete said.

“Don’t mind him,” Chris said, “We’re just having job troubles right now.”

“Oh honey! You never tell me about your job,” Carol exclaimed to Chris in
mock fascination, “Tell me all about the disgusting corpses you found today.”

“We’re just stuck on this case right now,” Pete sighed, “No leads, no
nothing.  All we’ve got is bodies, a fresh one every morning when we wake up.”

“Real doozy of a case too,” Chris added, “The victims are all drained of
blood and the corpses keep disappearing.  We even had some weird guy come in
today and claim it was a vampire doing the murders.

Carol perked up at the mention of the man.

“This man what was he like?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Chris said, “He was real nervous type, real jittery.”

“He was British,” Pete added, “He had this messed up blonde hair and his
clothes looked all messed up on him.”

“Oh my God!” Carol exclaimed, “I think I know him!”

“From where?” Chris asked.

“From when I worked as a nurse in a mental institution,” she answered, “He
was a patient.  He murdered his sister by putting a stake through her heart.
I remember he said he had to do it because she was a vampire.”

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Meanwhile Arnie sat with this man in the morgue.

Arnie, still not quite sure, whether this man could be believed or was
just a psycho, kept an uncomfortable silence between them.

All of a sudden the man seemed to tense up as if he had sensed something.

“It won’t be long now...” he said.

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Stacy exited the elevator and walked toward her apartment.  She had to
admit it, the date with Tom had gone well.  He’d been a perfect gentleman and
hadn’t even tried to weasel his way up to her apartment and into her bed.  Not
that she would have minded especially if he had, but it made a future for the
two of them seem brighter.  For all the resistance she put up to him, she
really liked Tom.  His reputation had made her a bit wary of him, but every
day he was winning her over just a little bit more.

As Stacy got to her door, she fumbled around for her key but when she
inserted it in the lock, she found that the door was already open.  It wasn’t
like Emily to leave the door open and it concerned Stacy a great deal.

She walked into the apartment and when she saw that all the locks had been
broken, her concern turned to fear.

“Emily!” she called out, “Are you okay?”

At that point Stacy saw Brownie curled up in the kitchen, obviously having
had a great scare.

“Hey girl, what happened here?’ Stacy said, not really expecting an
answer, as she picked the cat up.

Stacy then went off to look in Emily’s room, but as she neared, Brownie
tensed up in her arms and began to hiss loudly.

“What’s wrong with you?” Stacy cried as she dropped the cat to the floor,
allowing it to run back to the safety of the kitchen.

“Hello Stacy,” Daniel said as he seemingly came out of nowhere.

“You...” Stacy said, instantly recognizing her attacker from the night
before.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Stacy,” Daniel said as he walked toward her.

“What have you done with Emily?” Stacy asked, her voice quaking with fear.

“Emily’s fine,” Daniel replied, “In fact, I’d say she’s better than ever.”

Almost as if on cue, Emily then walked out of her bedroom.  Stacy stared
at her friend in amazement, Emily was totally nude as she walked sensuously
toward toward Daniel.  She moved like a snake and Stacy noticed two not quite
healed marks on her neck.  Emily went up to Daniel and kissed him deeply.

“What did you do to her?” Stacy cried.

“Nothing she didn’t want,” Daniel answered, “You can have it too.”

“Leave me alone,” Stacy begged.

“Don’t resist, Stacy,” Emily said, “It’s so wonderful. Just let him kiss
you with his special kiss.”

“C’mon Stacy,” Daniel said, “Remember how it felt when I first touched
you.  Remember how I made you feel.”

Stacy looked into his eyes and all the feelings of pleasure he had brought
her came flooding back strong.  He had made her feel so good and she wanted to
feel that way again.  She stared deeply into his eyes and felt herself
surrendering to the pleasure they promised.

As Stacy stared into Daniel’s eyes, Emily came up to her roommate and
pressed her lips against Stacy’s.  Stacy did not resist Emily’s advances and
soon they were passionately kissing.

“Can I undress her, Master?” Emily asked.

Daniel nodded his head yes and Emily began to slowly strip Stacy’s clothes
off.  She took off Stacy’s jacket and stripped off her blouse, as they
continued to kiss each other deeply.  Stacy felt herself drowning in the
sensations Emily was giving her and as her roommate began to caress her
breasts, she moaned and felt her nipples strain against her bra.

“Don’t stop,” Stacy sighed as Emily pushed her down on the couch and eased
off her pants.

“I won’t,” Emily assured her entranced roommate as she eased her hand into
Stacy’s panties and began to gently stroke her clit.

Stacy inhaled sharply when Emily’s hand first made contact with her pussy,
some part of her still knew she was in terrible danger, but her brain was too
much awash in peace and pleasure to care anymore.  Stacy began to massage her
breasts through her bra until she couldn’t stand it anymore and tore the
garment off.  She then pushed Emily’s face toward her soaked pussy.

Emily gleefully complied with Stacy’s urgings and paused only to pull down
Stacy’s panties before burying her face in her roomate’s pussy.

“Oh yes, lick my pussy,” Stacy moaned as she opened her eyes to look at
Daniel.  She wanted to please him so much, and he knew he liked watching this
little show.  “Why don’t you join us?” she asked.

“Soon,” Daniel said.  His cock was rock hard at the site of these two
women performing lustful acts they never would have before, but he wanted to
watch the show for just a little longer.

Emily slid a finger into Stacy’s pussy to go along with her tongue and
when she saw how well her friend reacted to it, she slid another in.

Stacy could barely contain herself, it felt so good.  She’d never felt
this good before and she knew that when Daniel joined in it would only get
better.  The lust continued to drive her and when she looked at Daniel again
she knew what he wanted her to do to please him.

“Keep licking my pussy, slut,” Stacy commanded Emily, “Our Master wants
you to.”  She’d never been dominant with anyone in bed, but she knew that it
turned Daniel on to see her act this way.

“You’re such a good little pussy licker Emily,” Stacy continued, “I should
have had you eating my cunt since the day you first moved in!”

Stacy’s words turned Emily on more and she felt her own juices running
down her leg as she continued to lick her roomate’s pussy.  Soon she felt
Stacy’s body start to tense up and soon she was rewarded with a flow of her
friends juices.  She tried to lick them up, but soon gave up and kissed Stacy
deeply again, making sure she got a chance to taste her own cum.

The two girls continued to make out until Emily moved down to Stacy’s
breasts.  She began to suckle them and at one point Stacy felt a sharp prick
and noticed that Emily had bitten her right breast, a small stream of blood
came out, but Stacy didn’t care.  She only wanted to please Daniel and she
knew she could by going down on Emily and making her feels as good as she had
just felt.

The two girls traded places and Stacy wasted no time by going straight for
Emily’s pussy.  She had never tasted another woman before, but she loved it
immediately.  As Emily screamed in pleasure, Stacy began to get turned on
again and those feelings intensified when she felt Daniel enter her pussy.

Daniel began to fuck Stacy as she licked Emily and soon the three were
lost in what seemed to be an endless series of orgasms.  They tried every
position they could and soon Stacy knew it was time for her Master to get what
he needed.  Daniel’s fangs extended and when Stacy turned to Emily she saw her
roommate had undergone the same change, Stacy squirmed in pleasure when she
realized that she would soon change too, she wanted it so bad.

As Daniel fed on Stacy through her neck, Emily feasted on her roomate’s
breasts again, loving the taste of the blood that came out.  The pain quickly
ceased and Stacy soon felt such intense pleasure that she came again, but just
before the point of no return came Daniel stopped and hissed loudly.

He’d taken too long here, he thought.  Mary was waking up and he had to
get her.  He could sense that people were waiting for her, this was not good.
He had to take care of this immediately.

“Please don’t stop, Master,” Stacy begged.

“I’ll be back for you tomorrow,” Daniel reassured her, “You won’t remember
any of this but you will know that I’m coming for you.  There are things that
need to be taken care of first.”

“I’ll be with you, Stacy,” Emily said, “And I love you so much.”

“I love you to, I always have,” Stacy replied as the two kissed again.

“Take care of her,” Daniel commanded as the girls slipped into a 69
position.  He then went to the window and leapt out.  There could be no
interference now.  He was having too much fun and if anyone was standing in
his way, then he’d just have to kill them.