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  Ian awoke to the sound of jingling chains and a view of a gray stone wall. ‘Why is everything gray around here.' He knew right away that he was shackled and hung by the wrists. His arms ached, but at least his feet rested on solid ground. A peek to the side told him that T was next to him similarly restrained. She said nothing, but fear shone in her hazel eyes. He was about to ask Theresa what had happened when the crack of the bullwhip dug into his back. He couldn't help the yelp that escaped his throat. A second later he heard the high pitched whine of the whip being readied for another lash. Ian readied himself for the stinging impact but saw and heard Theresa jump and yowl with the pain. Two more alternating lashes were administered to the helpless couple before Rosa spoke. "A girl's gotta eat, my pets."

  Rosa stepped behind Theresa and began to lick the wounds on her back. Her hands explored Theresa with a knowledge born of practice, tweaking her nipples and stroking her clit before raising a hand to be brought down hard and fast on the chained woman's ass, one, two, three times in quick succession. Theresa cried out, but Ian knew she enjoyed a good spanking, even asked him for it on occasion. He remembered the last time…"Hey Ian, baby, I've been so very naughty. You must punish me for my transgressions!"

  Then he felt Rosa's tongue on his own flesh as she drank the blood freely flowing from the triple lashing. The expected blows did not come this time. The clatter of metal on a hard surface was followed by the shackle chains being slowly released, allowing the bloody duo to sink to the floor. Theresa focused on the object that landed a foot from her. It was a key to unlock the restraints. Both husband and wife stared at the object. The loss of blood made them feel weak, and there was no rush. What would this maniac make them do next? How was she able to control them so easily? Rosa sat once again in the chair, temporarily satiated, and began to explain.

  "Though most humans do not know of or believe in our presence, we vampires do exist, my children." She smiled lazily showing off her fully extended one-inch fangs while licking fresh blood from around her lips. She continued, "Normally, I would have used you like the cattle humans are. Normally, I would have fucked and sucked you dry. And I will, but not of blood. You see, I have become lonely without a family. You will be the start of my new family, but first I must ensure you are worthy."

  Rosa told her captors the tale of her life, from being born into an aristocratic family; recent descendants to the first Conquistadors, in what is known today as Pueblo, Mexico to meeting the mysterious, charming, and insatiable one she called Father at age 16. She was considered a woman by the standards of the period and many suitors attempted to woo her affections. He was her maker, the creature who made her a Vampress. There were additions to the family over the ensuing centuries until that fateful night when she lost them to the young soldier, Gordon McMasters. She gave details that rang true to Ian's academic ears as she regaled them with places the family had lived all over the world.

  "So this is for revenge," Ian stated flatly, disbelief straining his voice.

  "At first, yes, but as I stated, I want a family. Someone to hunt with, someone with whom I may enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. It is a thin line between pain and pleasure, darlings. Ian, may I call you Ian? Mr. McMasters sounds so formal considering what is in store for you."

  "Does it matter?" he responded.

  Rosa did not answer. She made a gesture with her left hand, and a low table scraped across the floor to stop in front of the chair from which Rosa addressed Ian and Theresa. When she did speak, she told them to get up and come to her. For reasons they could not fathom at this point, they obeyed, ignoring the tender, sliced wounds that had just now started to coagulate. The table top was of thick ebony, hollowed out to accommodate what appeared to be a torso. Inch wide, six inch long slits ran the length of the heavy rectangular oddity. Ian was instructed to kneel again and lay his upper body face down on the table with his arms at his side. As soon as his chest touched the cool, close-grained wood, wide leather straps miraculously appeared, and he was held immobile. A brief attempt at struggling was futile but made Rosa smile yet again. Theresa stood at the head of the table ignoring Ian's pleas for help. Rosa joined her, the two hip to hip, and handed Theresa a red leather, strap-on, two-way dildo, which she donned in full view of Ian. She moaned with pleasure as her end penetrated and found a home deep inside her ready sex.

  "No, please!" he whined as his eyes grew larger than seemed possible.

  "Ooh yes!" crooned Rosa as she laughed.

  Theresa knelt behind her husband and squirted some liquid on her fingers which she then unceremoniously shoved into Ian. He yelped again, but this seemed to inflame Theresa, and she forced a second digit into his virgin bum. He screamed as she pistoned his ass. Then the fingers were gone, and his shrieks turned to a whimper.

  "You're a fucking pussy, Ian. Take it like a man cuz' I'm gonna make you my bitch. And don't forget the ‘safe' word. Oh, that's right, there is no safe word."

  Ian could feel the head of the faux dick as Theresa pushed it past his clenched buttocks, the lubrication making it impossible to resist, and heard her grunt with the effort. Suddenly, precarious friction was overcome, and Theresa plunged the red club deep into Ian's rectum. He thought, bizarrely, of a joke he'd heard years before. The punch line was…'Rectum? It damn near killed him'. As one end slammed Ian's ass to a pulp, the other moved inside Theresa causing her to cum almost immediately. At first, Ian could not say or utter a sound, but soon found his voice in a cacophony of howls. Theresa kept fucking him, experiencing one big O after another until she fell to the side spent. Loss of blood combined with more orgasms at once than she had ever been close to left her panting and sweaty on the cool stone with the blood streaked dildo sticking straight in the air like a proud conqueror.

  Ian kept his eyes tightly shut wondering if the next "game" would kill him when Rosa's voice whispered in his ear. "You see, my darling play toy, it was this or a slow death. Do you think I made the best decision? Mmmm…I wonder?"

  He barely felt the pinching sensation as Rosa sank razor sharp teeth into the side of his neck, found the carotid artery, and drank sparingly. He did not see Theresa start to perform fellatio, licking and sucking the remnants of her assault off the red leather invader. The coppery taste of blood mingled with the taste of ass. She began to cry as she took the cylindrical toy into her mouth as she could not even contemplate resisting Rosa's "suggestion." When the raven haired seductress finished with Ian, she collapsed in a semi-drunken state into her special chair. The straps holding Ian in place retracted into the table slots, but he could not move for some time. He didn't know how long, couldn't even guess without some type of reference to the sun or a damn clock.

  Rosa recovered her composure and roused her dozing slaves. Theresa opened her eyes to see Rosa attired in a black leather teddy. Her tits rested upon a slight ledge formed within the outfit, pushed up and exposed. The left nipple was pierced and sported a smallish hoop. The right showed a clamp that squeezed the nipple, forcing it away from the aureole. At the junction of Rosa's legs two holes were cut out to facilitate access to her front and rear. Her mouth formed a pout as she lifted Theresa and placed her in the same position Ian had been in on the now vacant table.

  "What? No, no, no," she protested weakly, "I thought you loved me. I could feel it. Please don't do whatever it is you're thinking of doing."

  "Now, now, dear," was all Rosa said as the straps pinned Theresa's torso face down. "I've left your arms free. Fight all you like."

  "God no, please."

  "There are no gods, you simpering wretch," Rosa hissed as she simultaneously ran her hands over Theresa ass, sliding a finger across her anus. She knew that even rape victim's bodies often reacted as if they were willing whether the victim liked it or not. Rosa's finger came away slick with pussy juice which she smeared on her own erect snow caps.

  "You know you want it, slut. You want to be violated, penetrated, and stuffed so full of meat that you're eyes bug out trying to
breathe." And then Rosa slapped Theresa across the cheek, hard, leaving the impression of her fingers and palm. The bound woman could only absorb the open-handed cuffing. Ian watched, wondering what was next on Rosa's twisted agenda. Although he felt so weak, he wanted to fight, but he was likewise turned on, as his hardening penis mutely attested. A drop of pre-seminal fluid appeared at the hole, and his need for release made the member ache, the head engorged and purplish, straining against the taut skin. Rosa bent down, gently licked the drop before it could succumb to gravity, and ran her tongue around the corona at the base of the head. Ian heard his own voice ask for release. Who was he kidding? He begged his mistress! The fucking bitch stood then with her face only inches from his, cutting off further protest as she cupped and began to stroke Ian's scrotum. Expertly, she found each testicle and massaged while cooing: "Shhh, you are mine now, or soon you shall be."

  Ian knew what he must do, and part of him wanted to do it anyway, especially after T had taken him anally, with seemingly no apparent remorse. He also fathomed Theresa would really enjoy this part. She might act horrified, but she was a kinky fuck when it came down to it.

  ‘Payback's a bitch and so are you, Theresa baby!' He dropped to his battered knees and found he had a large, electric blue vibrator in his hand. ‘Where did that come from?' It didn't bear much thought. He and Theresa had tried anal sex on numerous occasions, but he could never ram it home the way he craved. His thick eight inches was more than she could take so a few of those inches remained unsatisfied. Ian longed to whitewash her tight asshole, inside and out. But first, he spread her cheeks, stuffed his face in her elder cleavage, and used his tongue. He tongued the sensitive area between pussy and anus (the "taint," ‘cuz it taint pussy and it ain't ass,' she always said), emitting a sigh of satisfaction from his beleaguered wife. He smiled wickedly, picturing what he would do to her very, very soon. His mouth organ snaked out and delved into her asshole, tongue fucking her the way he knew she loved. Another moan escaped Theresa's gaped lips as she said, "Oh, oh, that feels so good, babe. Yes, that's it; don't stop! I'm so sorry about what that cunt made me do, but I knew you wouldn't couldn't do it to me."

  Rosa moved to the head of the table to catch Ian's attention when he came up for air. She also grasped Theresa's wrists and held them so that the top half of her body made her look like Superman flying through the skies. Ian finished reaming his wife, allowing her one orgasm and straightened. What he saw gave him pause. A black man, the size of a typical defensive end in the National Football League, straddled the table directly in front of Theresa, his big dick resting against her face. The thing was massive and getting larger by the second. He locked eyes with Ian, then without warning, grabbed a handful of Theresa's hair and yanked her head up. As she winced in pain and opened her mouth to yell, the man grabbed his penis and shoved it in her mouth. Now he had a hand on either side of her head with his fingers still entwined in her hair and started urging her to take his cock deeper and deeper. Theresa choked with the surprise of the finding such a large object fucking her mouth as he pulled her head down onto it again and again. Ian searched for Rosa but did not see her anywhere. ‘Screw it!' he thought wryly.

  He looked down to locate her access points and found Rosa. She lay on her back between his kneeling form, and as he spied her, she began to suck his balls. To Ian's relief, he felt no sharp fangs and the dread of his sack being ripped open faded swiftly Damn! The vamp knew how to treat a guy's cajones! Without further ado, he slammed his rock hard meat into Theresa's moist pussy while the black man, panting hard now, made her suck his cock. He pulled it out of Theresa's slack lips as if to show off his 12 inch Louisville Slugger and slid it past her lips once more. Ian clutched Theresa's hips and started to bang her while Rosa slurped her way around his balls. She'd grasped the top of his sack and somehow maintained pace as Ian thrust with forceful motion. It was time. Ian swept the blue vibrator off the table where he'd set it when he needed his hands to hold onto Theresa. He extracted his glistening cock and rammed the vibrator, turned to the highest setting, into the vacant orifice. Rosa took over with the vibrator.

  Ian was having fun. "Hey slut, gonna make you airtight. Just say no if it's too much. Oh, I guess you can't say anything, can you? ‘Sides, it's not polite to talk with a full mouth. Can you speak with an ass full of cock, bitch? Can you? Let's find out."

  With that, Ian grabbed the shaft at the base and plunked his thumb an inch into her rectum to guide him. Theresa felt the end of the bulbous headed spear replace the thumb, felt the stretching of her anus, felt Ian's bigness push past her sphincter muscles. Her mouth was as far open as it could go as the black cock hit the back of her throat over and over and the vibrator pulsed as it was pulled and pushed from her pussy matching Ian's thrusts and lunges. Half of Ian's thickness was inside her quivering butt, what she could usually take; when he suddenly ramrodded the last four inches balls deep. Ian reveled in Theresa's muffled screams, prompting him to withdraw almost to the tip of his cock and then slamming it back in to the hilt.

  "C'mon cunt, take it, BAM, take it all you cum freakin' slut, BAM, you fucking whore, BAM!" He detected the well-known stirrings as his balls drew close to his body in preparation for ejaculation and he increased his pace and thrust even harder as if trying to rip her open. He tried to hold the flow back, but he knew it was a losing battle: the scales tipped beyond the point of no return. And then he was cumming, thrusting, cumming, shoving, cumming. The whitish substance oozed out of her with each withdrawal and ran down the inside of her shaking thighs as Ian drove back into her raw ass. Finally spent, Ian slumped to the floor and lay on his side. Theresa, barely able to open her eyes, realized that she had come as well, and harder than she could remember. Pain and pleasure.

  The midnight skinned man had disappeared, like a wraith from nowhere, but Rosa still lay on the floor between Theresa's knees. Her mouth was locked on one of T's upper thighs. Ian's cum dripped onto and ran down her face as she drank of Theresa's blood. When she'd finished, two small holes seeped blood which joined the sperm on the floor. Rosa drowsily licked at the mixture and released the bonds holding Theresa to the table. She slid to the floor and came to rest on the other side of Ian. They slept.

  REBIRTH

  Upon awakening this time, the newlyweds were parched. They chalked it up to the physical activity of hardcore sex. However, this felt different than mere dehydration and a need for their regular solid sustenance. Without warning, Rosa appeared. One second she was not there and the next she stood haughtily in front of them. Rosa knew "the thirst" when she saw it. They were shaky for a fix but did not realize it yet. They just thought they were terribly hungry. That they would have to "die" to be reborn was a fact of becoming. She locked them back in the cage using a real padlock and gave them water and food which she knew their changing bodies would reject. This was the only hard part of the metamorphosis, but it would be over soon. After eating, drinking, and then unavoidably ejecting the consumed goods they had instinctively stuffed in their mouths, Ian and Theresa fell into a fitful sleep. Their still naked bodies tossed and turned with each invading nightmare. It wouldn't be long now.

  On the third day, although the couple had no way of knowing it, they succumbed to the sleeping death. The thirst would awaken them in a few days time if all went according to plan. Training would start the night after. There was much to teach and learn: about being a successful vampire and about the pleasures one could exact from the living. So much time, and too few available humans. They would have to move eventually to satisfy their lusts, but that was for later. Rosa was nervous. She had never turned anyone before. Knowing how to do it was different from actually attempting it. Father told her of many vampires who tried and failed. Failures were destroyed as they often turned into grotesque beings not quite vampire or human. And temperament played a large part too. Some newly turned vampires became all engrossing spoiled brats. Killing with abandon, rolling around in wild orgies, abusing their new found men
tal dominance. These indiscreet types never lasted long, of course. They brought their own demise on themselves.

  Ian rose first, with Theresa following a few hours later. Rosa was ecstatic but had to separate Ian from Theresa so he wouldn't try to feed on her before her new dead-life blossomed. Their thirst for blood was overwhelming as they now understood what would slake the need to feed.

  To distract Ian, Rosa led him to the room where brandy was proffered days ago. This time, however, she dropped to her knees, a smile tickling the corners of her fanged orifice, and came up from below to slurp his limp cock to the balls. She used her tongue to swirl around his meat and savored the taste of the soft skin as it grew hard in her greedy mouth. Ian watched her endeavor while she, in turn, gazed up into his blue orbs.

  Within a minute, his penis hardened to full size and Rosa began to bob her head taking more of his length with each downward motion toward the base. She passed four inches, then the five that Theresa had been able to accomplish. As inch six disappeared, Ian hit the back of her throat. The woman was amazing, but not done. She stopped trying to eat his dick and teased the sensitive head with lips and tongue while fondling his balls and playing with his anus. Nearly mad with lust Ian leaned down and gripped Rosa's long ebony tresses. She did not resist as he jammed his well-hung member deep into her oral cavity up to the previous mark of six inches. A fang caught Ian, cutting a shallow slit in the engorged club. The taste of blood surprised Rosa, so she was not expecting her new mate to slam the remaining two inches literally down her throat. Ian's balls slapped against her chin, and he held her there for a few seconds.