CARNIVAL EROTICA

Feature Writer: Unknown

Feature Title: Carnival Erotica
Uploaded: 19.02.2004
Story Codes: Vampirism, Domination, Ritual, Monster-birth, Human Sacrifice, Supernatural, Ritual, Orgy, Paganism.

CARNIVAL EROTICA

Chapter 1

The woman rose and fell violently on the man’s huge phallus. Although energetic, her enthusiasm was not a fresh enthusiasm. The lines around her mouth and eyes betrayed her actual years and the orgasm, when it came, was not met with the youthful zest, vigor and overwhelming surrender of even a few weeks ago.

One pair of eyes, of the many watching, was not focused on the carnal entertainment in the center ring, but rather scanned the audience for reaction. Victoria was not pleased with what she observed. Although none were so bold as to leave, some were showing telltale signs of boredom, eyes and bodies restless as if to convey that what they were seeing, they had seen before. Victoria noted two couples in the audience turn and smile at each other and motion as if to meet when the show was over — a sure confirmation of what she had suspected. Janeen was no longer the attraction she had once been. But a few short weeks ago, the tent had been filled with both men and women who paid top dollar to see this beautiful woman perform every conceivable sex act, with their attention riveted to her every move and sound.

Yet how quickly her enthusiasm had waned and been replaced by a willing but rather predictable performance. The tent tonight was only a little over half full. Not good at all thought the Mistress. Even as the woman rolled over on her knees and her nest was taken again, her cries were not those of fresh new pain, but rather of expectation and resignation. As the man orgasmed into her, she fell forward seemingly in exhaustion.

Victoria felt the restlessness of her audience as the light in the center ring faded to blackness and the aisle lights came on to signal an end to the evening’s performance. There were a few hand claps from some of the young males present, but even those were halfhearted and soon stopped. As the audience filed past, an older woman whispered in Victoria’s ear.

“A rather uninspired performance, Victoria. Your woman seems weary, as is your audience. If you expect me and others to return, you will have to offer better than this! What is needed is someone new, someone different — and something more than the usual bedroom antics.”

The Mistress grimaced faintly.

“Finding another as good, as willing, as Janeen will not be easy.”

“Be creative, resourceful,” replied the older woman smiling. “I know you can. Remember those private showings you used to give for my husband and me?”

“That was long ago, but I take to heart what you say. Perhaps it is time for a change.”

“That’s the spirit! When will you be returning?”

“We close here tomorrow and move on to four other cities, but we should be back by the end of next month.”

“Good, I hope to see you then… and Victoria…”

Their eyes met.

“… do have something fresh and delicious for us, eh?”

“Of course my lady,” answered Mistress Victoria.

As the last of the audience filed out of the tent, she turned to see the young male entertainer leave by a side exit, the woman still lying across the bed. Making quite sure they were alone, Victoria closed and tied shut the tent flaps and walked to the edge of the bed where the attractive redhead was beginning to stir.

“You disappointed me tonight, Janeen.”

The younger woman looked up in shock and fear.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I…”

“No excuses, Janeen. You must give these people what they want. What I want!”

“I’m trying Mistress.”

“Obviously not hard enough.”

“I’ll do anything you say, Mistress!”

“Will you, Janeen?”

“Of course my Mistress. Haven’t I given my body to man after man to entertain your friends?”

The older woman mused.

“Hmmmm. Yes, that’s true, but that may no longer be enough. We are going to have to be more creative with your talents.”

“What do you mean, Mistress?”

“Since coming to Carnival Erotica you have made love to many men, but the time has come to expand your talent.”

“You want me to make love with more than one man at a time?”

“Yes, but why stop there?”

The young woman’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You mean…”

“Yes Janeen. it is time you developed your carnal talents with women other than me.”

“But Mistress, it is you I adore! I have no wish to be with another. It is your kisses, your caresses I live for. I want no one else!”

Victoria was growing impatient with the woman. Janeen had been a beautiful, if somewhat naive, woman in her mid thirties when “recruited” by Victoria. She had unhesitatingly deserted her husband and two children for the privilege of sharing a bed with the woman she shamelessly worshiped.

“Do you love me, Janeen?”

“Mistress, you know I love you more than life itself. My life is yours!”

“Then…”

Janeen looked into the eyes of her lover/mistress.

“It is your body I wish to have close to mine, but if it is your wish, I shall make love to a thousand women!”

“I will expect more than that.”

“Command anything you want. I will obey you without hesitation. My body and soul are yours.!”

Victoria smiled.

“Better, Janeen. Much better. We shall talk later of how I will expect you to entertain my guests. Now, I am hungry. It has been several days and I must feed.”

An almost unearthly light gleamed in the younger woman’s eyes. Slipping off the gown she had just donned, she spread eagled her naked body on the bed, each hand firmly gripping a corner railing. Their eyes met. As the older woman drew closer, Janeen’s body writhed in anticipation.

“Yes, my love, I am yours. Take me. TAKE ME!”

The young woman’s sensual moans echoed a mixture of pain and pleasure as their bodies met.

The orgy/feast lasted until the early morning hours.

Chapter 2

The two young Americans sat nursing cups of coffee at a small sidewalk cafe. Both women were exchange students who had come to Romania, one to study the language, the other its culture.

Kristy Anders’ passion for the culture of Eastern Europe had its origins in American vampire movies and her youthful fascination with Transylvania. She had scrimped and saved since a sophomore in high school and along with modest help from her not-well-off parents and a generous grant, she was now spending her junior year of college sharing a room at the local university with her new found friend.

Her short blonde hair complimented her wholesomely attractive face which made her look even younger than her nineteen years. She was filled with an enthusiastic naivete which, along with her looks, was responsible for her almost always being described as “cute” or “perky”.

Shari Stevens, on the other hand, would never have been described as cute. One year older than her friend, her classic high cheekbones and velvety light chocolate complexion marked her as singularly beautiful. Her interest was in the Southern European languages, but since rooming with Kristy, she had also developed a side interest in gypsy language derivations. Like Kristy, she also was looking for a summer job now that the school year was almost over. It was she who had persuaded Kristy to find work and stay the summer before returning to the States.

“So how’s the job hunting coming?”

Kristy gave a disappointed sigh.

“Lousy. I thought I had something lined up at the printing shop, but now they say it’ll be Fall before they will need someone.”

Shari beamed.

“I may have found something!”

“Really? What?”

“In the library. I’ll just be checking books in and out, but at least it will help pay the rent. The librarian said she would let me know definitely this afternoon.

“Yes,” mused Kristy, “our apartment.”

With the school year closing, the young women had been forced to find an apartment off campus. Although they had enough left from their grants for the first week’s rent, they would need the income, and soon.

“Well, don’t get discouraged.Something will turn up,” encouraged Shari.

“It had better or you may be accused of having a “kept woman” in your apartment.”

They both smiled.

One moment it wasn’t there. The next it was. An indefinable presence which Kristy could not identify, but which grew stronger by the moment. Both a beckoning and an overwhelming urge, it quickly wafted through her like smoke curling into each and every crack and crevice, invading, permeating.

Shari noticed the strange expression on her friend’s face.

“Are you OK?”

“I… I…”

“Kristy, what is it?”

“… I… don’t… know… I…”

“Kristy, are you feeling all right?”

The strange sensation swept over her more powerfully now. Her eyes were open but they were glazed as her mind was rapidly surrendering to this… what?

Try as she might, Kristy seemed unable to focus either her eyes or attention on anything other than the feeling that she was no longer in control, that she was being guided, forced to submit — but to what?

The words came slowly and without feeling as if her thoughts were totally elsewhere.

“I’m… all… right.”

“Kristy, something’s wrong! What is it?”

“I… don’t… know.”

Shari was beginning to be alarmed, thinking her friend might be having some kind of seizure.

“Shall I get someone? A doctor?”

“… No…”

She felt her will giving way in surrender to this indescribable omnipotent power coursing through her. The presence was not only powerful, but seductive, as Kristy’s surrender was not only complete, but willing as well. She wanted this — presence — to take her, knew she must submit, wanted nothing more than to submit.

As the last vestiges of her own will were displaced, Kristy suddenly knew what she was to do. Her entire being now had a new purpose — to obey.

Shari looked on in complete befuddlement as the word “yes” silently formed on her friend’s lips.

Her eyes unseeing, the girl’s hand dropped to her lap.

Shari’s mouth flew open in amazement as she realized that her friend had just pulled up her skirt enough to place her hand in her crotch.

“Kristy, what’s going on?”

Her friend’s voice was audible, but seemed very far away and unimportant as Kristy’s fingers moved up the inside of her thigh. Her lips pursed momentarily as her fingers found her labial lips. Two fingers penetrated and began stimulating her small pleasure mound.

Shari looked hurriedly around to the other tables to see if others had noticed what was transpiring. Apparently none had, but her own shock and embarrassment were no less. Her voice was low, but emphatic.

“Kristy, what’s come over you?”

Her fingers moved slowly, seductively as the slightest of smiles crossed the blonde girl’s lips. She had found her raison d’ etre — to serve and obey.

Kristy’s fingers increased in frequency, her breath began to labor, she grunted slightly.

Shari’s eyes widened in horrified amazement.

“Kristy, what do you think you’re doing?”

For one brief moment her eyes cleared and met those of her friend.

“I’m coming Shari. I can’t hold it back. I’m coming!”

The petite blonde’s eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body convulsed twice.

Shari reached out, in absolute bewilderment, to grab her friend’s other hand to steady her.

“Kristy!”

She didn’t care that her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of the other diners. Her concern was with her friend who must be snapped out of this… what? Trance? Sensual exhibitionism? Delusion?

“Excuse me.”

The voice came from over Shari’s shoulder. Both girls looked up in total embarrassment, Kristy’s spell broken. Kristy hurriedly smoothed out her skirt under the table, her own mortification showing more than Shari’s, simply because the intense redness which flushed her own skin was invisible on Shari who nevertheless fidgeted uncomfortably at what this stranger may have seen or heard.

“I am Victoria VaSannte,” said the woman behind the sunglasses who looked directly at Kristy, ignoring Shari completely.”I understand you are looking for work.”

Kristy’s eyes met those of the beautiful older woman.

“… I… I…”

The young girl was spellbound once again, but this time by the beauty and penetrating quality of the woman’s eyes even from behind the heavily tinted lenses.

Her mouth hung open for several awkward seconds.

“Kristy,” chided Shari, which seemed to bring her friend out of her helpless reverie.

“… I… that is… yes… yes, I am!”

The woman smiled slightly as Kristy looked to her with a puzzled expression.

“Have we met before?”

“Possibly my dear, but I think I would have remembered such a pretty American as you.”

Kristy blushed. Her mind raced, for she was sure she had encountered this woman before. But, try as she might, she could not make the connection. Finally she gave up trying and concentrated on the woman herself.

“As it happens, I am looking for someone to assist me with my business.”

“Which is?” asked Shari.

The mysterious eyes now cast upon Shari momentarily.

“I am in the entertainment business,” she said, producing a business card which Shari scanned then handed to Kristy. The card was simple but not very illuminating:

CARNIVAL EROTICA

Mistress Victoria VaSannte

Carnival Erotica?” asked Shari.

“A traveling show of the strange and bizarre.”

“Then shouldn’t that be Carnival Exotica?” Shari inquired.

“Our exhibitions astound and titillate. We will be traveling to no less than seven countries this summer.”

Kristy looked to her friend.

“Wow! Seven countries!”

Shari did not share the obvious enthusiasm of her friend.

“And just what would she be doing?”

“Assisting me in managing the acts, keeping the books and handling the small amount of correspondence I require.”

The VaSannte woman wrote a figure on another of her cards and handed it directly to Kristy, deliberately by-passing Shari.

“This is what I am willing to pay.”

Kristy’s face lit up with a smile.

“It’s… quite generous. By the way, my name is…”

“I know who you are Miss Anders… and your friend, Miss Stevens.”

“How do you know our names?” asked Shari suspiciously.

“I make it my business to know things, especially about those who may come to work for me.”

Shari reached out to take the card from her friend.

“Very generous for a traveling side show,” she muttered aloud, not attempting to disguise her disapproval.

“I pay well, but I also expect my employees to do work to my satisfaction.”

Her face steeled as she looked to Shari.

“My carnival is no side show. We play only to exclusive audiences who pay dearly for our genre of entertainment.”

“Just how exclusive can sword swallowers and hoochi-koochi girls be?” smiled Shari.

“Perhaps you would like to visit our carnival sometime. I think you might be inclined to change your mind,” said Victoria with an icy smile.

“Not likely,” returned Shari.

“If you are interested, contact me at the carnival,” she said looking back to Kristy. ”We will be leaving in two days. I must have your answer by tomorrow.”

And as quickly as she appeared, the beautiful, mysterious stranger left them and disappeared down a side street.

“I don’t know Kristy. This sounds a little weird to me.”

“Oh, but don’t you see Shari, we’ve gotten to travel so little while we’ve been here.
Just a few little excursions to nearby towns. This will be my chance to really see Southern Europe!”

“Yeah, but with a carnival?”

“So what? All those business courses I took in high school will come in handy. I can type pretty well and I kept books for the drug store where I worked back home. I can do it. Besides,” she said laughing, “this may be my big chance at show biz!”

Shari couldn’t help but laugh as well. If she got the library job, she could manage the apartment by herself, but she would miss her friend. They had become inseparable since meeting last Fall.

“I’ll miss you Kiddo!”

Kristy took her hand.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ll miss you too.”

“We can discuss this more tonight. Right now Miss Anders, I want to know what that little performance a while ago was all about!” Shari said in a mock reproving tone.

There was a puzzled unease as Kristy attempted, unsuccessfully, to explain her sudden lustful exhibition to Shari or herself as she tried to relate how she had felt the sudden, at first ominous, then seductive presence and the overpowering need to obey, to achieve sexual ecstasy.

“Girl, you need a boyfriend!” laughed Shari.

Kristy laughed too, but her laugh was underlain with an excitement and fear, the ambivalence of which was new and stimulating, yet troubling.

 

Chapter 3

That evening Shari came bursting into the room to tell Kristy the good news. Not only had she been offered a position at the library, but the librarian had indicated that, due to one of the staff taking maternity leave, a second position was also available for Kristy.

Shari harbored some slight feelings of guilt in asking Kristy to turn down the offer with the carnival, but Kristy showed no hesitation in deciding to accept the library position. Although the prospect of travel with the carnival was exciting, she, like Shari, was having some second thoughts about Victoria VaSannte. The woman seemed a bit too mysterious, too sure of herself. Kristy had decided she might be demanding, difficult to work for. Besides, now that the second position was available at the library, it meant she and Shari could share the apartment and each other’s company for the entire summer.

So she told Shari that, first thing in the morning, she would drop by the library to accept the position, right after informing Mistress Victoria that she would not be leaving with the carnival.
To celebrate, Shari called a classmate who had asked her several times to go out with him. He, in turn, brought a friend, Eric and the four went out to dinner. Eric was handsome, very masculine, yet gentle which Kristy found endearing. They laughed and talked with an ease which convinced Kristy, especially after Eric asked to see her again, that the summer spent here was going to be an interesting one after all.

Kristy was just a bit uneasy. Riding a bicycle at night in a strange country was a bit unnerving, but, all in all, she reasoned, she was probably safer than on the streets of a city in the U.S.

When she had tried to contact Victoria VaSannte that morning, she had been informed the Mistress was away for the day and would not return until after dark. She had also struck out at the library for the librarian was in a meeting when she stopped by, so she had decided to try again the following morning.

Kristy leaned her bike against a tree and walked the remaining distance to the carnival wagon she sought. She noted, puzzled, that the carnival seemed to be comprised of only one main tent and that was only of moderate size. It also struck her as odd that the carnival was set up on the private estate of a wealthy landowner about five miles from town. But, as she approached the wagon, a slight smile crossed her lips as her thoughts drifted to last night and Eric.

She climbed the two steps and started to knock on the door, noting the weather-beaten gaudy paint so typical of carnival wagons. This one was larger than the other wagons and was obviously used as living quarters. She could just make out the gold letters on the door.

Mistress Victoria VaSannte

“Come in Miss Anders.”

Kristy’s mouth dropped open. She hadn’t yet knocked. Her curiosity aroused, she opened the door and stepped in, glancing at the interior. On one end was a kitchen and small dining area. On the other a large circular bed covered with a bedspread featuring gypsy designs which Kristy found both attractive and fascinating. In the middle of the wagon sat Victoria VaSannte on a large overstuffed sofa.

“How did you know… ?

“That it was you? I told you yesterday, I know what I need to know. Come in Kristy, sit down.”

“I really can’t. I’m afraid I’ve come to tell you…”

“Ah yes,” said the Mistress, “the job at the library with your friend.”
Kristy’s eyes widened.

“But how…”

“Kristy, just suffice it to say there are virtually no secrets from me. I know everything I need or want to know.”

“Oh come on now. You can’t possibly know what…”

“You are thinking? My dear I can look into your mind, your heart and your very soul anytime I wish.”

She glimpsed Kristy’s unbelieving expression.

“For instance, I know you were thinking of the young man you went out with last night as you approached my wagon. Think of his name Kristy… ah yes, Eric! How handsome, how charming and yet he disappointed you last night in one respect. He didn’t kiss you good night!”

The young girl was amazed at how this woman could know so much. She hadn’t even mentioned to Shari about not being kissed. How could this woman know that?

“Because I truly can enter your mind whenever I wish!”

Kristy was aghast at having her own thoughts answered. This was getting uncomfortable, too uncomfortable.

“I’d better be going. I just came to say thank you for the offer, but I’ve decided to take the position at the library.”

She turned hurriedly to exit but something very familiar brought her up short. She turned obediently in both amazement and fear. Victoria VaSannte was smiling, but it was a smile born of superiority, power and complete self assurance. The presence, the same presence which had overwhelmed her at the cafe yesterday, was again compelling Kristy to obey. But now it was stronger, much stronger than before. Frightened, the young girl looked into the older woman’s eyes.

“Yes, Kristy. It was I whose presence you felt yesterday and it is I you feel now wresting control of your will!”

Kristy’s eyes were alight with fear. She tried to run, to flee before her will was no longer her own, yet she had no more thought of escaping when the presence swept over her like a swift moving fog.

The eyes of the older woman burned into those of the girl.

Slowly, as if in a bizarre slow motion sequence, Kristy turned back to her captor, no longer able, no longer wishing to escape.

Kristy found herself walking slowly to the sofa.

“You needn’t try to resist Kristy. You cannot. I am infinitely stronger that you. I have found you. I have selected you and… I shall have you!”

Fear chilled her, yet she was powerless to move. As each moment passed, Kristy felt her desire to flee being sapped, weakening. Again, as before, her will to resist was rapidly being replaced by the overwhelming urge to obey. As quickly as any thought of resistance entered her mind, a tidal wave of unimaginable power would seep away all traces of that resistance. With each new wave came the desire for obedience, subservience, acceptance and finally desire. In but a few moments, as had been the case yesterday, Kristy wanted to obey.

Victoria stretched out on the sofa. She motioned for the girl to stand in front of her.

“As you can see Kristy,” said Victoria, “I am in complete control. From this moment on you are mine. You will serve and obey only me. Nothing else matters.”

The thought was weak, but surfaced immediately.

Why?

“A reasonable question Kristy. You have a wonderfully inquisitive mind. I don’t mind satisfying that curiosity with a few answers, especially when no one else will ever know.”

Victoria VaSannte was an exquisitely beautiful and mysterious woman. Possessed of a dark complexion with hair and eyes to match, her figure was trim and seductive. Her long slim legs and the heels she wore made her as tall or taller than many men.

Kristy felt both a spiritual and physical fascination for this woman.

“You see,” she began, “I am not of your species. My people are of earthly origin, but at some time in the remote past, your species and mine diverged. Although I do not feed as often as humans, I do require sustenance from time to time. That is one reason why I selected you. I read your innermost thoughts and desires at the cafe yesterday. You are a virgin with no history of blood transfusion.”

Puzzlement joined fear on the face of the young woman.
“It is quite simple, my dear. I feed on blood, human blood. I was simply ensuring that my food would be untainted.”

Then you’re a…

“Vampire?” said Victoria smiling. “Perhaps, but certainly not anything like those horrible movies you Americans make. The only abnormal power I have is over your mind. I am just as mortal as you although my species does live quite a bit longer than yours.”

Victoria smiled as she opened the robe she was wearing to reveal her naked body. Under other circumstances, Kristy would have been totally repulsed by such a display, yet she feasted upon the long black hair, full firm breasts and nipples surrounded by large dark aureoles. A slim waist gave way to curvaceous hips and those long slender legs. Kristy, however, could not take her eyes away from the coal black glistening nest and vaginal lips which seemed to invite being kissed.

Kristy felt her vagina tighten and moisten.

“I am over one hundred twenty-five years old,” said the older woman.

And you stay young by…

“Feeding on humans?” Victoria finished her thought aloud. “No. Actually with a lifetime of some five hundred years, I am still quite young. Your blood is simply my sustenance.”

Are you… ?

“Going to kill you?” Victoria laughed. “Please forget those dreadful movies and campfire stories. True, it has been my race which is responsible for the vampire legends, but as with all legends, what semblance of truth there once was, has long since been replaced with wild exaggeration and old wives tales. I will feed upon you Kristy, but the amount of blood I will take from you is relatively small and I need feed only once or twice a week.”

Will I… ?

“Become like me? A vampire? No, of course not. Contrary to your popular notions, my feeding will bring no harm to you at all.”

Then how… ?

“Do we reproduce? By having a human serve as host to our egg. The egg is implanted in the host and matures in a short time. The young are nurtured as you would your own kind.”

You… ?

“I am an egg layer, a queen if you will. Most of our species is sterile. Only a few, like me, are capable of fertilization.”

How… ?

“Self fertilization. The egg I implant in the host is already fertilized. The host simply provides the few minutes of biological nurturing necessary for the child to be born.”

Why… ?

“Don’t we tell humans of our existence? Because you humans have possessed an irrational fear of us since antiquity. We keep our existence secret because humans have persecuted us, burned us at the stake, killed us off as monsters. We are not monsters, Kristy. We live, we breathe, we die, just like you.”

Then… ?

“Why am I willing to tell you all this? It does no harm since I control your mind and will prevent you from relating what I have told you to anyone else. I can give to or take from your mind at will.”

As if in proof Victoria smiled.

“Think Kristy! Think of your darkest secret — that which you would never reveal to anyone.”

Kristy tried not to delve into those corners of her mind, but despite her efforts the images began to form.

“Oh my dear Kristy, you can do better than cheating on a fifth grade exam or lying to your parents so you could attend a slumber party.”

Kristy’s mouth dropped open.

“Something a little more interesting.”

The girl’s mind was betraying her.

” There is something else, something more deeply buried. Ah… yes! A snowbound night of oral delights with your sister.”

Kristy’s face burned.

“You needn’t be embarrassed Kristy. As you can see there is nothing you can hide from me. Accept it. Give yourself to me completely and you will find far more pleasure here than in that mountain cabin.”

But… ?

“Enough questions for now, for I am hungry!”

The girl’s fear returned, despite her fascination.

“You will feel some pain my dear, but nothing compared to the intense pleasure my feeding will bring you.”

Kristy was compelled to obey, her breath quickening. Her heart raced as the moment approached when she would experience for real what she, the world, had thought mere fantasy.

She looked into Victoria’s eyes and any last shred of resistance melted away.

“Kristy, show me your body!”

The helpless, obedient slave stepped out of her tennis shoes and jeans and slipped the bulky sweater over her head. She wore no bra so her small, firm, nicely shaped breasts brought an approving look from Victoria. The nipples were also small but erect, calling attention to this aspect of her femininity. Her hands worked the black string bikini down and off.

Kristy Anders stood nude in front of her new-found Mistress.

“Ah, you are lovely, Kristy. I shall enjoy feeding from you.”

Victoria stood, letting the robe fall to the floor. She smiled as her mind willed her victim to her in obedience. Although only five inches shorter than her captor, it seemed to Kristy the woman towered over her, piercing her eyes with orbs of fire.

Kristy’s fear was equaled by her sexual arousal. Never had she encountered anyone, anything, which produced such a desire, a mindless passion for sexual fulfillment. The passion she and her sister Andrea had shared that night long ago was nothing compared to the inferno burning within her now. Her body trembled in fear and anticipation.

The Mistress embraced Kristy, her hands moving seductively down to grasp Kristy’s cheeks and pull the young body against her own. Kristy’s eyes remained riveted to those of her mistress as Victoria slowly brought her mouth toward the young woman.

Kristy was feverish with desire. Her body burned for this woman/vampire. Her arms stayed at her sides because Victoria willed it, but Kristy’s mouth opened slightly and she gasped as Victoria’s hands slid onto her breasts, cupping, caressing, pinching.

Victoria’s lips were only inches from her own as the helpless young woman let her eyes close in total acceptance of what her new mistress desired. Their lips met and Kristy’s mouth opened to eagerly accept the tongue which violated/excited her. She drank heavily as her Mistress penetrated her mouth and throat. The older woman’s hands came up to cradle her head as Victoria forced her tongue deeper and deeper into her willing victim.

So intense was her arousal that Kristy experienced spontaneous orgasm, shaking feverishly as the wave of intense pleasure swept through her.

“Very good, my dear,” smiled her Mistress. “Now you are ready… and my hunger burns!”

Kristy’s eyes closed once again and her head inclined to bare her neck in acceptance of the pain/pleasure of her Mistress/lover.

Victoria smiled.

“Foolish little human. Why should I take you where others could see?”

The command was unspoken, but Kristy moved to the bed and lay down on her back in obedience. Victoria lay beside her. They kissed again and as Victoria began a slow descent of exploration with her tongue and hands, Kristy grabbed the vertical brass railing behind her head. She was delirious with anticipation and sensual need. She moaned softly as Victoria’s tongue found her breasts, then made its way tantalizingly to her navel. It was hard now for Kristy to determine how much of her need for sexual satisfaction was the result of Victoria’s power over her and how much came from her attraction to the woman and her own deeply embedded need for sexual release.

She moaned and her lips formed the barely audible words, “Yes!… Yes!”

Victoria gracefully changed position and now lay inverted in relation to Kristy as her tongue drifted into the girl’s pubic hair. Kristy’s breathing was rapid and shallow, her nipples erect and rock hard.

The vampire gently swung her body across that of her victim. Two sets of facial lips were now poised close to labial lips. Kristy raised her head slightly to kiss her Mistress, plunge her tongue into the woman she now served, worshiped — to whom she now belonged.

“No, Kristy! Another time!”

Victoria’s tongue darted momentarily into the young woman’s nest. Kristy’s legs spread widely to accept the pain/pleasure of her Mistress, her fear still real, but pale compared to the desire she felt to have this woman take her.

Victoria raised her head slightly and looked back into her victim’s eyes as her mouth opened. Kristy’s eyes widened in fear and fascination to see two fangs begin to grow. Slowly the piercing instruments extruded until each was more than an inch long. Turning back, Victoria gently spread the young woman’s labial lips exposing the small mound she sought.

“Now Kristy… I FEED!”

In near frenzy, aching to be violated, the girl cried out.

“Yes! Yes! Take me Mistress! I’m yours!”

The fangs sank deeply, straddling the clitoris.

Kristy cried out in pain and pleasure as she arched her nest to bring the instruments of pain ever deeper into her.

As the blood began to flow across the small mound, Victoria began sucking, using lips and tongue, bringing Kristy to instant orgasm. Her body shivered with an intensity she had never before experienced. In her wildest dreams, Kristy never imagined the overwhelming power of the orgasm which swept over her.

Victoria, feeling the girl climax and reveling in her helplessness and desire, increased the intensity of her feeding which brought her victim to orgasm again and again. With each new painful thrust of those daggers which robbed her of her body’s most vital fluid, Kristy Anders convulsed with orgasm after orgasm.

“Yes! Again! I’m coming again!” she cried as each new wave of sensual gratification drove not only Kristy, but Victoria as well, to renewed efforts.

The feasting frenzy lasted until Victoria, satiated, increased the stimulation of tongue on clitoris to an incredible rate which Kristy could no longer bear.

“OH God!” she screamed.

As the most massive and monstrous orgasm of all totally consumed her, Kristy Anders fainted dead away.

“Very good, my pet, very good!” Victoria whispered into the ear of the unconscious girl. “Now here is what I want you to do…”

 

Chapter 4

Posted: February 19, 2004 – 10:23:18 pm

It was after three a.m. when Kristy quietly let herself into the apartment. She had hoped to find Shari asleep, but her friend, who was in the kitchen pouring herself a fifth cup of coffee, came running into the front room.

“Kristy, where in the world have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m OK. I took a long walk to do some thinking,” lied her roommate.

“You don’t sound OK. Your voice sounds different somehow.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I called Eric, but he said he hadn’t seen you. Then I called the police but they said you’d probably turn up by morning, if not, to file a missing persons report.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m all right. I just needed some time to make my decision.”

“Decision?”

“Yes. I’ve decided to accept the position with the carnival after all. Mistress Victoria was quite persuasive. She even agreed to help me with tuition this Fall.

Shari’s face fell in disappointment and consternation.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I don’t trust that woman.”

“She’s really quite nice after you get to know her, I’m looking forward to traveling with her.”

“But what do you know about her… really?”

There was a momentary pause as the power of the vampire closed off certain areas of Kristy’s mind.

“Just that she’s a gypsy and quite successful with the carnival.”

“And knowing only that about her, you agreed to go off to God knows where?”

“It’s not like that. I like her. She’s very good to me.”

“But…”

“Shari, I’m tired and I really don’t want to talk about it any more. I would appreciate it if you would tell them at the library that I am grateful for the offer, but I won’t be coming to work there.”

“Are you sure about this Kristy?”

“Yes,” she answered impatiently, “very sure!”

And with that, they went to bed where Kristy fell into a troubled sleep, filled with dreams of erotic vampires and Shari spent most of the night worrying about her friend.

The next afternoon, their final exams completed, Shari insisted on helping Kristy move. Her belongings were meager, mostly clothes, so the two soon had them loaded into a car which Shari had managed to borrow.

As they drove from the outskirts of town, Shari tried to broach the subject of Kristy changing her mind, but her friend was adamant and closed the topic to discussion.

“Aren’t you even going to say good-bye to Eric?”

“No. Maybe it’s better this way. He’d probably just try to get me to stay… like someone else I know.”

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. What about your parents?”

“I’ll write them soon. They already know I’m spending the Summer.”

The car pulled in next to the wagon where Kristy had spent most of the night before. They noticed a red headed woman neither of them had seen before leave the wagon carrying some belongings. She looked back at them and for a moment, her icy stare sending a chill up Kristy’s back. The woman disappeared into one of the other wagons slamming the door in obvious anger.

“What’s her problem?”

“Beats me. Come on, let’s get my stuff inside.”

“You’re staying in the same wagon with her?” asked Shari, a twinge of jealousy coursing through her as she noted the name on the door.

“Yes. Victoria wants me close so we can get more work done without traveling back and forth between wagons.”

As Shari reached for the handle, the door swung open.

“Ah, Miss Stevens. So nice to see you again. And how nice of you to help Kristy move her things.”

Shari could see the eyes behind the dark sunglasses and immediately felt uncomfortable under the older woman’s gaze.

“Quite frankly, I wish she…”

“Weren’t going?” finished Victoria. “Understandable that a close friend would feel that way, especially when one would like to be an even closer friend… much closer.”

Shari hid the slight gasp as she looked to Victoria. The Mistress did nothing to conceal the smile which told Shari she knew Shari’s true feelings toward Kristy. Kristy however did not seem to notice.

“But I can assure you I will take very good care of her,” smiled Victoria, letting Shari know emphatically who had won the affections of the young blonde.
Shari thought to herself, I wish I could…
“Be sure of that?” said Victoria completing the thought and startling the young attractive black woman. “She could not be in better hands,” she said, gently and sensuously running her fingers through Kristy’s hair.

Her discomfort and jealousy growing by the minute, Shari turned to her friend.

“I’ll miss you Kristy. I hope we can see each other again before we have to return to the States.”

“Oh, we’ll be returning here before the Summer is out, but I’ll miss you too Shari. I’ll write. I promise.”

“You’re absolutely sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” replied Kristy to the approving smile of her Mistress.

Still not totally convinced her friend was making the right decision, Shari gave Kristy a hug and departed.

Kristy turned to Victoria whose hand came under her chin inclining her head upward toward the vampire. Her eyes closed as Kristy felt the sensuous lips against her own and her mouth opened to accept Victoria’s tongue.

“Welcome to Carnival Erotica, my sweet,” smiled the Mistress at her adoring slave.

They ate together by candlelight. The wine was intoxicating, but nothing to match the nature of the feelings Kristy was experiencing just looking at, just being near, her Mistress. Victoria no longer needed to exercise complete control. She allowed the young woman some freedom of mind, knowing Kristy’s curiosity and her deeply buried, but highly sensual nature were virtually the only control needed to keep her captive.

“Why am I so attracted to you? I can tell when you are controlling me and you aren’t right now. Yet I have no desire to leave. I want only to be with you, knowing full well you will feed on me again.”

“You humans have deeply repressed sexual urges. My kind simply allows you to bypass your inhibitions and express your true desires.”

“You mean I’m a lesbian?”

“No,” smiled the Mistress, “you obviously are bisexual. I also felt your inner desires for the young man. What was his name, Eric? Your sister is still an object of your sexual desire even though you have buried that desire deeply and whether you know it or not, both you and your friend Shari are strongly attracted to each other sexually. Underneath you are quite an erotic young woman, Kristy.”

The girl blushed.

“Do you… ?” she paused.

“Attract men, feed on them? Yes, occasionally, but it is the female of your species I desire most. Your sexual desires are repressed much more deeply than those of men and, once released, are much more powerful.”

Her mind reached out to Kristy. The young woman, sensing what her Mistress wanted, pulled back the robe she wore exposing her breasts.

“And your bodies are much more attractive to me. Your blood is hotter and your orgasms more intense.”

She simply smiled and looked at her young captive and Kristy experienced a strong spontaneous orgasm, her body shivering uncontrollably, her grunts of release loud and prolonged.

“I can give you what no other man or woman can Kristy. I can give you the freedom of total release. No inhibitions, nothing to hold you back from experiencing any and every pleasure you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Victoria glanced again at her pet.

“There is also something else I will give you Kristy. I will provide for you the answers your inquisitive nature seeks. I will reveal to you the truth about my kind. Perhaps someday, when we are ready, you will be able to share this knowledge with your world. All you need do is serve me.”

Kristy responded by throwing herself at the feet of her Mistress, hugging her legs in supplication.

“There is nothing more I could want than to serve you. Please share with me, feed on my body, take whatever you want from me. I only want to be near you.”

Victoria smiled. She knew she had won complete victory. The girl was hopelessly in love/lust and would no longer require much control at all.

Kristy placed her head in Victoria’s lap, her Mistress’ robe parting to reveal the mysterious and sensuous nest. Thinking to pleasure her Mistress, Kristy’s tongue sought the soft labial lips.

“No, Kristy,” came the gentle rebuke. “There will come a time, when you are ready, that I shall open my legs to your warm mouth.”

“I am ready Mistress. Let me taste you now.”

“Not yet my dear,” said Victoria closing her gown, “there is still so much you do not know. I am more different from you than you can imagine.”

“You are far more beautiful than I,” said the young love slave, “but our bodies otherwise are the same.”

“Not so! My true form is quite different from that which you see before you. I take human form for convenience and to hide my true identity.”

“How?”

“Immediately after birth we are placed at the breast of a human host. During suckling our bodies gradually change to take on human form. Some take the form of males and others females. Only those who take on female form can ever become queens and only a rare few of those actually do.”

Once again Kristy’s innate sense of curiosity drove her to know more.

“But I have seen no children.”

“My function is to bear the young, not raise them. As soon as they take human form, I give them to others of my kind who raise them until they are old enough to accept who they are and survive in your world.”

Kristy’s mind was spinning, groping to accept and understand.

“Then you…”

“Have nothing to do with crypts and coffins and the undead. And no, I don’t change into a bat and fly around. Yes, a wooden stake will kill me the same as you, but so will being hit by a car or contracting a disease.”

“The sunglasses?”

“We have a genetic disorder which makes our eyes extremely sensitive to light. We avoid going out in the strong daylight for that reason, but as you saw at the cafe, I didn’t melt in daylight as your vampire myths would have you believe.”

Kristy had a thousand more questions, but she sensed her Mistress was tiring of the role of teacher so she decided to change the subject.

“Who was the woman we saw leaving your wagon today?”

“Her name is Janeen. She is the star performer with the carnival. Until today, she lived herewith me.”

“Is she…”

“Like me? No, she is human. A slave to me, like you.”

Pangs of jealousy raced through Kristy. She did not relish the thought of sharing Victoria’s affection with anyone. She also realized, from the woman’s look today, that Janeen felt the same way. She obviously did not take well her banishment to another wagon.

“But now you have chosen me,” smiled Kristy.

“Understand Kristy. I take who I wish, when I wish, how I wish. You may stay with me for as long as you serve me well. Disappoint me and…”

“Oh I would never do that Mistress. I will do anything for you!”

“We shall see Kristy. Now let’s get dressed. The show will be starting shortly. I want you to see what serving me really means.”

Chapter 5

The tent was nearly full for this last performance before the carnival moved on. Nearly two hundred people, a mixture of women and men, sat around the center ring talking and laughing. Kristy noted they were all dressed elegantly and each had paid a handsome fee at the gate. This carnival was obviously only for the well-to-do. Victoria also seemed to know virtually everyone.

The brightly lit center ring held an unusually large bed, nothing more. Puzzled, Kristy began trying to find a familiar face in the crowd.

“Don’t look too closely Kristy,” said Victoria. “Some of these people do not wish to be recognized.”

“Why?” asked the confused girl.

“You will see soon enough.”

The woman Kristy had seen leaving the wagon earlier that day, Janeen, came up to them from behind. She had on a robe, but Kristy sensed there was nothing underneath. She was beautiful, Kristy admitted to herself, but as their eyes met, the animosity was palpable. The other woman, scorn on her face for Kristy, turned to Victoria.

“I must talk with you… alone… please!”

“Can’t this wait?” We are ready to start the show.”

“Please Mistress, it will only take a moment.”

“Very well,” replied Victoria. “Kristy would you excuse us for a few moments?”

Kristy fought back the jealousy and fear that Janeen might once again, somehow, find favor with Victoria. She reluctantly walked several feet away.

“Mistress, please take me back. I’ll do anything. Anything!”

“It isn’t quite that simple.”

“I know. It’s her, isn’t it? said Victoria’s center ring attraction nodding toward Kristy. “I’m better than she is, Mistress. My blood is hotter, sweeter. I…”

“This is useless, Janeen.”

The woman was near tears, begging.

“Please, Mistress. I can’t live without you! I need to feel you feed on me. I need to feel your mouth, your teeth between my legs. It’s only been one day and I am so lonely I feel as if I will die without you!”

“Poor Janeen,” sympathized Victoria, reaching her hand under the robe to fondle the woman’s breast.

A slight squeeze of the nipple and the woman orgasmed.

“You say you will do anything to win my favor again. Then give me the finest performance of your life tonight. Excite these men and women as they have never been excited before. Do that and I shall reevaluate who shall share my bed.”

“Yes Mistress!” said the excited, breathless woman, regaining her composure from the orgasm and joyed with the prospects of winning back her vampire lover.

Victoria rejoined Kristy and showed her to a seat. She left her momentarily to walk to center ring. The murmur died away as she smiled and addressed the audience…

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Carnival Erotica. I am Victoria, your hostess. Tonight, I have in store for you a special treat, a woman who you may think you have seen before, but who tonight will astound you as never before. So enjoy, my friends, enjoy the unique talents of… Janeen!”

There was sporadic applause. Victoria walked over and sat beside Kristy as Janeen, robed, walked barefoot to center ring to the strains of soft sensuous music. She began a slow rhythmic dance and with her first turn, the robe slipped form her, revealing a body of which Kristy was immediately envious. Janeen’s breasts and hips were full, but firm, her legs delectably smooth and curved. Her movements were lithesome as she danced first in one direction, then another, playing with the audience.

So, she’s a stripper, thought Kristy.

Much more than that my dear, answered Victoria in her mind.

As the music built in intensity, Janeen’s movements became more sensual. She cupped her breasts, pursed her lips at the men and women who ogled her. As low drum beats began, her hand slowly found her nest. She masturbated as her dance carried her around the center ring. Many sat forward in their seats as the music lowered so they could hear her labored breathing as her fingers dug deeper and faster.

As she neared release, Janeen’s dance carried her close to the large bed. She was now thrusting in wild abandon and her grunts were loud and in syncopation with her clit receiving its reward as her fingers plunged into her eager nest again and again.

She grunted repeatedly as the orgasm built to release.

She’s faking, thought Kristy disgustedly, looking over to see Victoria’s face reveling in near ecstasy.

Think so? thought Victoria, taking Kristy’s hand. The physical touch seemed to act as a channel to allow what Victoria was feeling from Janeen to pass through to Kristy as well. The touch was electrifying. Kristy immediately felt the surge of sensual release building and her own body began to respond as if she herself were in the center ring. Her nipples stiffened, her own breathing became labored.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” shouted Janeen, her body shaking as if in the throes of convulsion.

Kristy’s body reacted identically, jerking as she fought for control. So intense was her reaction that she embarrassed herself by wetting her pants as well as climaxing.
As Janeen fell back on the bed amid hearty applause, Victoria looked over to Kristy.

Still think she’s faking? came the question in Kristy’s mind.

Burning with shame, tears glistened in Kristy’s eyes. She looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the woman who she was now afraid she might lose.

Look Kristy! The show is just beginning!

Two well endowed men appeared in center ring and while Kristy watched in horrified fascination, Janeen rolled over on her knees and took one in her mouth as the other filled her nest from behind. Her grunts were met with shouts and applause from the spectators while Victoria vicariously felt every nuance of pain and pleasure which the woman at center ring was experiencing and passed them to her other slave who sat in spellbound horror as her own mouth and vagina felt every violation. Three times more, Janeen orgasmed to the delight of the crowd and each time Victoria savored it completely letting it pass through to the hapless girl beside her.

As she felt both men’s penis swell with hot semen, Janeen’s thoughts came clearly to Victoria and because she still held Kristy’s hand, to the young blonde as well.

For You Victoria! This is for you!

The young redhead thrust forward, at once taking the one penis completely in mouth and throat while pulling the other out of her nest and, in one motion, realigning it with her rear. Grabbing the man in front by his buttocks, she pulled him to her, keeping him buried in her throat as she drove herself powerfully upon the phallus behind, taking it completely in her anus.

Even Victoria shuttered slightly with the pain/pleasure as her eyes closed and she smiled. Kristy literally jumped as her own anus felt the burning violation and pain of a forced entry where a man did not belong. Yet, the pain itself, she realized, was exciting her. Seeing this other woman taken in mouth, vagina and anus, feeling her pain, was overwhelmingly erotic and as both men shot their semen into the willing woman in center ring, Kristy, as well as Janeen orgasmed again.

“Ah, your first time to be taken there, my sweet. How very tight! How very satisfying! came Victoria’s thoughts.

Janeen turned and smiled at Victoria as the two men exited and she accepted the thunderous applause of the audience.

She is good Kristy, very good!

Kristy was once again near tears.

Can you be that good, Kristy?

Her own thoughts poured back to Victoria.

I don’t know what you…

You shall have to do as well, my lovely young pet. Perhaps better!

What do you mean?

Ah, let me show you!

Janeen exited, but before the crowd could rise to leave, Victoria grabbed Kristy’s wrist and pulled her to center ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I am happy to see you enjoyed yourself this evening. To cap off the evening I wish to make an announcement. When we return to your fair city, I shall be introducing you to this young lady!”

She pulled Kristy around in full view of the audience. The young woman was mortified. To love Victoria, to submit to her vampirism was one thing. To be on display like this in front of strangers quite another.

“Perhaps just a slight preview,” smiled Victoria to the approval of the crowd.

I can’t do this! thought Kristy.

You will if you want me ever again!

I love you, but I cannot do this! screamed Kristy in her mind as she turned to leave. Before she could move another step, however, Victoria was there in her mind, stripping away resistance, willing, commanding her to obey.

Slowly she turned to the expectant crowd. She stepped out of her sandals as button by button her hands betrayed her and soon the blouse fell to the ground. Her skirt dropped around her trim ankles and then to the smiles of the audience, her bra and panties were discarded as well.

Kristy Anders stood naked and alone in front of the leering audience.

Cries of, “More! More!” filled the tent.

Slowly, Kristy’s unwilling but obedient hand reached her nest. She felt the fingers penetrate and begin stimulating her mound of pleasure. She was obeying, but Victoria was troubled that she was having to control the girl almost totally. Kristy spread her legs as Victoria directed in her mind and the words spilled out against her will.

“I’m Kristy. I’m a virgin, but not for long. Come see me lose my virginity in Brasov!”
With that she surrendered to the paroxysm of orgasm, falling to her knees amid gasps of rapture, to the delight of the audience.

With that the center lights dimmed and the audience filed out, abuzz about both young women they had seen this evening.

Janeen reappeared, summoned in her mind by her mistress. Kristy was still on her knees trying to recover from both embarrassment and breathlessness.

Victoria stood over the naked girl.

“My dear Kristy. I will make you perform if I must, but I would much rather you perform willingly. It is so much more natural and erotic and the audience is so appreciative of a woman who loves her work.”

“Mistress, please!” begged the girl, “I’ll do anything else you want of me! I will give myself to you anytime and in any way you desire, but please don’t ask me to do this in front of strangers. I… just can’t!”

Victoria’s arm slid around Janeen’s waist.

“I see. You are putting restrictions on your love for me.”

“No, I…”

“Then it’s simple Kristy. Do what I ask. Do it in front of them but do it for me.”

“I… I’m a virgin, Mistress. You’re asking me to give up that to a complete stranger, just to amuse your customers.”

“I am asking you to give yourself to me without qualification. Since you obviously have some reservations, I think it best that you, not Janeen, travel in the number three wagon.”

“But… but…” Kristy pleaded tearfully.

“Janeen pleased me tonight. She gave of herself — and she also gave something for the first time,” smiled Victoria as her hand caressed the redhead’s buttocks.
Janeen smiled first at her Mistress and then scornfully at the naked young girl, reveling in her triumph.

“You shall continue to live in the number three wagon until such a time as you are ready to make a total commitment to me. If you persist, I will simply make you do it anyway. Do it willingly and you may earn another chance to win my favor.”

Kristy was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping into the sawdust of the center ring.

“Tonight, Janeen shall share my bed. It will be her body I disrobe, her body I feed upon and her body which shall reap the ecstasy of my desire.”

Kristy looked into the eyes of her Mistress. The pain was sharper, more intense than she had ever felt before. She knew Victoria was all she wanted, her raison d’ etre, but that reason to exist was not only being denied her, it was being given to another.

Her tears ran uncontrollably as she begged.

“Please Mistress, don’t do this to me!”

Victoria reached out, her fingers barely stroking the nipples of the crying young woman. Kristy experienced an intense spontaneous orgasm. Her mouth was still open as Victoria, once again, placed her arm around Janeen and the two turned to leave.

Contemplate, Kristy. That was nothing compared to what you could have been experiencing tonight.”

Victoria pulled up her dress, baring her nest close to the kneeling girl. Kristy was spellbound by the beautiful and erotic glistening nest, its heavy alluring aroma acting as a powerful aphrodisiac. Her lips and tongue reached out.

“This body awaits you Kristy.” said Victoria, backing away a step, “but you shall never touch it, nor shall it touch you again until you can give yourself to me completely.”

“You mean… ?”

“Exactly! You must do anything and everything I desire!”

With that the Mistress took Janeen and kissed her deeply in front of the defeated young woman whose life seemed so complete only hours ago, but which now was crumbling around her. Janeen’s body trembled as she felt the wave of orgasm sweep over her simply from the kiss of this mysterious, erotic woman who held such power.

“Now tell me about it… your first time I mean,” said the older woman as she and Janeen headed for Victoria’s wagon.

“Oh Mistress,” replied her eager servant, “could you feel him rip me open? He was so deep in me! Could you feel the pain? And the pleasure as we orgasmed together? I took him all Mistress! Just for you!”

“Yes, I know,” smiled Victoria.

“And he came so far inside me. I can still feel his hot seed in me…” their voices faded as they walked out of center ring and toward Victoria’s wagon.

The tears rained as Kristy, feeling her world had ended, gathered her clothes and walked dejectedly to the number three wagon.

Never had she spent a more lonely night. Her lover with another, the young girl watched Victoria’s wagon most of the night, alternately crying and trying to catch a glimpse or sound from the woman who, in two short days had enticed her, seduced her and rejected her for another. Once, in utter frustration, her hand had found her nest, but the masturbation was hollow, unsatisfying and she gave up realizing everything she had ever wanted was in that number one wagon. She must win her back, but at what price?

 

Chapter 6

Kristy was awakened by a knock at the door. Circles under her eyes for lack of sleep, her cheeks still tear stained, she opened the door.

“What… ?”

“I’ve brought your things and come to pick up mine,” said Janeen, “since it looks like this arrangement is going to be permanent.”

The redhead smiled wickedly while Kristy’s eyes fell in dejection.

Janeen threw down two bags containing Kristy’s few belongings and began gathering her own together.

“The Mistress brought me to orgasm eleven times last night. How many orgasms did you have?” she asked with a sneer.

“Why do you hate me so?” asked Kristy, still not able to look up.

“I hate anyone who would try to take Victoria away from me. You’ve felt her touch, her kiss, her teeth, the unbelievable ecstasy she can bring. Even after only one night away from her,” observed Janeen, noting Kristy’s appearance, “it is obvious what effect she has.”

Kristy knew that to be true. Never had she spent a more miserable night. She ached to once again be held, kissed, taken by her Mistress. What was this mysterious power Victoria held which drew women to her?

“But I don’t understand,” she said to the woman with the beautiful green eyes, “why she wants us to do these wicked things.”

“You are a stupid little bitch aren’t you,” sneered Janeen. “Isn’t it obvious? Haven’t you noticed? Didn’t you feel last night when she held your hand while I performed?”

“I don’t…”

“Victoria is a vampire, but she not only takes our blood, she also feeds on the eroticism within us. Her mind absorbs every nuance of sensuality. When our bodies are ravaged, when we orgasm, she channels that energy thorough her. She feeds on our sexual release as much as she does our bodies.”

“No wonder…” mused Kristy.

That I have so much power to control you?

The voice came powerfully in their minds. Both women, startled, looked around for the source, but no one else shared the room with them. The voice came again to them both.

Yes, I feed on your eroticism. It is the source of my power and irresistibility.

“But,” asked Kristy, to the empty air, “why do you wish us to perform in front of others? Why not in the privacy of your bedroom?”

Because I feed on the erotic reactions of the audience as well. I have chosen this carnival because it affords me the opportunity to create the sexual excitement and release I need while it serves to conceal my true nature since carnival people are considered eccentric and few questions are asked about a small band of roving gypsies. It also provides the monetary means I require to live in your materialistic world.

“And you want me… ?”

To provide sexual excitement and release.

Before Kristy’s mind could even form the thought, Victoria’s mind was there to answer.

It does you no good to try to withhold yourself from me. First, there are many others I can feed upon. I don’t need you. And secondly, I can always make you do as I please. Perhaps a small object lesson is in order for both of you. The two of you are aware that you compete for my affection. You are competitors. You are quickly coming to despise each other… yet…

Simultaneously both women’s eyes glazed slightly. Janeen dropped the items in her hands. Kristy moved to the redhead and they embraced. The kiss was long and deep, Janeen’s hands roving to Kristy’s waist where she unsnapped the belt letting the skirt fall to the floor. Sliding to her knees, Janeen worked down the girl’s panties. Kristy spread her legs immediately and grabbed Janeen’s hair, pulling lips and tongue to her suddenly eager nest.

What do you feel Kristy?

“I hate you, you slut!” shouted Kristy at the woman whose tongue was rapidly sliding in and out of her vagina. “You’ve taken Victoria from me!”

And what do you want, Kristy?

“Suck me! Suck me! I want to come in your mouth!”

Janeen helplessly increased the intensity of her tongue over the one spot no woman can resist and she felt Kristy’s vagina first tighten and then release. She drank of Kristy’s orgasm eagerly.

And now…

As Janeen stood, Kristy ripped off the redhead’s blouse and bra, kissing her large erect nipples.

Kristy, what are your feelings?

“You debase yourself, Janeen. You’ve vile, ugly and mean. I would never stoop to your level!”

Oh?

Janeen turned and leaned over the small couch. Kristy quickly worked off the skirt and panties. Janeen leaned over even farther, her anal lips now exposed.

Your feelings, Kristy?

“You’re repugnant, Janeen! Allowing a strange man to take you there, to fill you with semen!”

But Kristy, look what you are going to do, because I want you to!

The older woman’s power was absolute. Without hesitation, Kristy’s lips closed on Janeen’s rear. Her tongue found the dark tight hole and penetrated repeatedly as her fingers found the other woman’s clitoris and began the rhythmic stimulation which would bring Janeen, no Victoria, what she wanted. As she felt the orgasm swelling, her tongue probed even deeper and she sucked strongly as Janeen’s body jerked in ecstasy.

Finally, released from the powerful force, both women fell to the floor exhausted. Power or no power, Kristy was horrified as what she had just done. Janeen smirked as Kristy vomited repeatedly.

I think we have had enough of a lesson for now. Kristy, Janeen has come to accept me totally as her Mistress. You will do well to do the same. I can control you as you have just seen, making you do anything, anything I desire. But, that requires me to expend energy at a time when I wish to absorb it.

The voice in their minds was suddenly cold.

Kristy, In two days we make Brasov. Either you give up your virginity willingly or I shall have it taken from you. If, however, you don’t give it up willingly and enthusiastically, you shall never see the inside of my wagon again. Do you understand?

The girl’s voice was weak, lost, defeated.

“… Yes, Mistress…”

Now come to me Janeen!

The redhead stood over the small blonde who was near tears. She grabbed Kristy by the hair, pulling her head up painfully. Spreading her legs, she slapped Kristy viciously and pulled her face between her legs.

“Eat me you worthless bitch!”

It was no longer Victoria, but hopelessness which drove Kristy to open her mouth and use her tongue to bring the other woman the sexual satisfaction and power over Kristy she sought. After the shudders of orgasm had subsided, Janeen slapped her again, throwing Kristy back to the floor. She then quickly collected her things and as she started out the door, turned momentarily.

“Weak little American! Try to take her away again and I will kill you!”

With that she was gone and the young girl was left to sob in hopelessness and despair.

The remainder of the day was spent in anguish, self recrimination and longing as the horse drawn wagons lumbered along toward their destination. The longing tore at her, ate at her, consumed her as Kristy imagined Victoria and Janeen together, bodies intertwined, then Victoria’s fangs biting deeply into Janeen’s vagina. She saw her adversary cry out in pain and ecstasy time and again. She had never wanted anything, anything in her life, as much as she wanted Victoria’s hands to play over her body, Victoria’s mouth to close on her nipples and Victoria’s fangs to embed themselves in her flesh. Yet how could she do the contemptible things Victoria wanted of her?

Twice she sought escape, once she considered running away and the other time suicide, but just as quickly as the thoughts formed, Kristy felt the power of Victoria sweeping them away, denying her anything save surrender.

She was feverish from desire and racked with indecision. Her desperate night was spent tossing and turning as scenes of passion, lust and debasement played out in her mind.

The next day during lunch when the wagons were stopped for a brief respite, there was a knock on Kristy’s door. She was surprised to find Victoria waiting.
“I believe you have some company,” stated the Mistress.

“Who…”

“Your young man, Eric. He has traveled all this way to “rescue” you,” she smiled.
Eric! Perhaps there was hope after all. If only she could talk with him, convince him to take her back with him.

“I thought you might wish to see him.”

“Yes! Yes, very much!”

“He is in my wagon. I asked Janeen to entertain him until you arrived.”

As they neared the wagon, unmistakable sounds wafted to them from inside. Kristy looked to Victoria, her mouth open in disbelief.

The Mistress smiled and silently pushed open the door a bit. Kristy looked in to see Eric, his nude body positioned behind Janeen who was on all fours, ram his phallus into her waiting anus.

“God, Janeen, it’s even tighter than your pussy!”

“Yes, come in me Eric! Come in my ass!”

Kristy stood spellbound, frozen in immobility at the horrified realization of what her disbelieving eyes were telling her. Both of them were grunting like animals as Eric buried himself in the redhead who thrusted just as wildly backward to take him completely.

“I’m coming Janeen, I’m coming!” shouted the young man as his body lurched against her and shook violently.

“No, he wouldn’t,” whispered Kristy to herself.

“He just did, my dear.”

“But he cared about me. I know he did.”

“Really? Listen.”

Janeen smiled wickedly.

“Still want to see Kristy?” she asked.

“Not when I can have you instead.”

“Is she as good as me?”

“With the body you have, she couldn’t even come close.”

Janeen tittered as she rolled over, took his penis in her mouth until he was throbbing again, then laid back and spread her legs.

“Tell you what,” she smiled, “Kristy or me!”

“No contest,” he smiled, burying himself in her eager nest.

Disgustedly, Kristy turned away, her hopes shattered.

“Men are so predictable, so unreliable, wouldn’t you say so dear? Ah, but there’s nothing like the love of a good woman,” chuckled Victoria.

Kristy could bear no more and ran crying to her wagon.

“Shall I tell him that you won’t be seeing him after all?” Victoria’s mocking voice followed her.

Slamming the door shut, her illusions dashed, hope gone, a whole new round of weeping began.

Each bump of the wagon was torture. Her head felt as if it would split open. Kristy had not eaten in two days. She was weak. There were heavy circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her movements were like those of a zombie, mindless, random. Her life had become devoid of meaning. Why was she still breathing, her heart still beating? Her life was purposeless. She had lost the only thing which mattered. How could she go on? What was the point? Did these things she had always valued mean anything compared to the loss of Victoria? Racked with fever, pain and guilt, Kristy suffered through another day of isolation.

As darkness approached, the horses were unhitched and the wagons parked. Kristy lay on the floor in a fetal position, her mind near incomprehensibility.

Kristy!

Her heart was in her throat as recognition fought through the fog that permeated her mind.

Kristy!

“Yes, Mistress?” she said aloud to the inner voice.

Come to the window!

She struggled to her feet and peered out. Victoria’s wagon was directly across from hers and Victoria stood in the open doorway. Slowly, seductively, she untied the sash and the robe she was wearing fell back to reveal her naked body. She was even more beautiful than Kristy remembered, her face lovelier, her breasts fuller, the curvature of her hips more sensuous, her legs longer and more slender, her nest hair blacker and, even from that distance, Kristy could see the pink labial lips she longed to kiss.

This can be yours, Kristy. You need only surrender to me!

The girl was delirious with desire and longing. Her legs tightened and released on a nest that was instantly wet. Her breathing was labored. Everything she had ever wanted was there in front of her eyes and as she watched, the nude figure of Janeen joined Victoria in the doorway. She also was looking to Kristy’s wagon, but instead of a look of seduction, hers was one of total victory. She fondled Victoria’s breast and the older woman’s hand cradled her chin bringing their lips together passionately.

Don’t wait too long Kristy! Janeen’s nest is warm and inviting, Her blood is hot and full of passion!

The two women slowly moved back into the wagon and the door closed.

Suddenly, Kristy realized that no price was too much to pay for this woman’s affection, no act too outrageous or debasing. All that mattered was gaining the favor of and sharing the bed of her Mistress. Nothing else held any importance, only that she be reunited with the woman who now meant everything to her. How could she have been so foolish to have resisted? If Victoria was willing to feed upon her and in so doing bring to her untold heights of passion and ecstasy, then Victoria deserved to have everything Kristy could offer in return.

The joy of complete surrender in her heart, Kristy stumbled out the door of the wagon and ran across the distance separating their wagons, not caring, as some of the work crew stopped to stare, that she wore only string bikini panties, her small firm breasts bouncing with each stride, her nipples stiff in urgent anticipation.

“Mistress! Mistress! Please let me in!” she cried, pounding on the door.

Janeen, still nude, opened the door and Kristy ran past her, not noticing or caring. Victoria was stretched out on the bed, her robe laying open, revealing the body Kristy was now even more sure she could not live without.

“Oh, Mistress,” she blurted out, “I’ve been so foolish. I want nothing more than to be near you! Please, I beg of you, let me be with you and I shall give you anything you want!”

“Anything, Kristy?”

“Anything! My body is yours to do with as you please. I will do anything with anyone in front of whomever you desire. Just please don’t banish me again. I can’t live without you!”

“Very well, Kristy.”

“But, Mistress…” said Janeen, anxiety in her voice.

“Now, now, Janeen. Kristy has surrendered herself to me. Quite a significant step. For that she shall be rewarded.”

Victoria turned to the blonde.

“Kristy, you may sleep at the foot of the bed.”

“But…” cried Kristy.

“When you have proven your commitment to me by forfeiting your virginity in the ring tomorrow night, then we shall reevaluate where you sleep. In the meantime… Janeen.”

“Yes, Mistress?” inquired the other love slave moving to the bed.

“I hunger. The last nest I fed from was Kristy’s. Tonight it shall be yours.”

The sensual delight in the voice and smile was obvious.

“Yes, my Mistress!”

As Janeen lay her naked body in spread eagled sacrifice, Victoria motioned to Kristy who lay across the foot of the bed to watch. As Victoria brought her willing victim to arousal with kisses and fondling, Kristy found her own nipples hardening, her own heart racing, her own breathing becoming labored as well.

Even though she had come to detest Janeen, Kristy sympathized with the woman’s urgent need to be taken. The redhead squirmed as Victoria’s lips made their way to her navel and then below. Kristy felt her own excitement build as Victoria looked up at her, her fangs bared, ready to claim her prize. Kristy’s hand went to her own nest, but she paused in uncertainty. Victoria’s voice was clear and firm in her mind.

Yes, Kristy, yes!

So as Victoria sank her teeth into Janeen’s receptive nest, as Janeen moaned loudly with the pain, as Victoria began the sucking and stimulation which would give her victim, and herself, the ultimate pleasure, Kristy Andes masturbated herself to orgasm.

Again! came the voice and Kristy’s fingers found delight a second time as Janeen screamed in sexual release.

Again! the voice commanded them both and in unison both young bodies convulsed in orgasm.

Again! Again! Again! the voice resounded in their minds as, into the night, their bodies spasmed repeatedly and uncontrollably.

Victoria, at last satiated, lay back, a contented smile on her face. Janeen’s body snuggled closely, her head on her Mistress’ shoulder as her eyes closed in exhaustion. Kristy started to reach up and kiss Victoria’s ankle, then realized she would have to earn that privilege tomorrow night.

As Kristy drifted off to sleep, she smiled. Her commitment to Victoria was total. She knew now she would do anything her Mistress might ask… anything!

 

Chapter 7

The tent was filled to capacity as the word had obviously spread that Victoria now had two performers in her stable and expectations were high for a very entertaining evening.

Victoria stepped into the light of the ring to polite applause. She smiled warmly as she spoke to the audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight a special treat. Not one, but two young women to capture your fancy!”

Laughs and smiles.

“Our first performer is a lovely young woman who is learning to give pleasure to more than one man at a time. I give you the sensual, Janeen!”

There was again applause as the redhead entered to sultry music and began her dance leading to nudity, masturbation and the taking of men simultaneously in mouth and anus.

Kristy sat with her Mistress to watch Janeen’s fingers bring her to orgasm while the two men entered the arena.

“I have planned something special for you this evening my Mistress,” whispered Kristy, “but please don’t read my mind. Let it be a surprise.”

“Very well dear. You do know that to win your way into my arms again you will have to top Janeen’s performance.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“She’s very good, you know,” said Victoria as Janeen, her mouth already filled with cock, took the second man completely in her anus.

Kristy realized that Janeen, as hateful as she was, had told the truth about their Mistress. Janeen timed her stimulation so that she orgasmed simultaneously with the two men and Kristy observed the slight shiver which swept over Victoria as she feasted upon the sexual release. Her eyes closed momentarily and she smiled with exultation.

Janeen’s act ended and she exited to appreciative applause.

“And now ladies and gentlemen,” announced Victoria again taking her place in center ring, “a rare feat which, as you will soon see, can never be duplicated. A young
American who wishes to please you with what promises to be a most entertaining surprise. I give you… Kristy!

As Victoria was leaving the ring to find a seat, Kristy, making her entrance, passed her Mistress.

“You are right, Mistress, Janeen is quite good… but I’m even better!”

Her comment was met by a smile as Victoria swept her arm toward the ring and Kristy stepped into the light.

The crowd was hushed as the robed girl walked to center ring and addressed them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a student of human cultures. Since antiquity many societies have seen fit to sacrifice their young women. Sometimes the village virgin was thrown into a roaring volcano to calm the volcano god or goddess. Sometimes her life was forfeited to assure a plentiful harvest and sometimes… it was her virginity which was offered upon an altar to appease a wrathful god and win favor for her village.”

She turned slowly in addressing the crowd which seemed entranced with her words.

As she spoke, she slowly loosed the sash and the robe slipped from her shoulders. Kristy stood in a provocative string bikini bra and thong, covered only by a frilly white chemise.

“I am a virgin. No man has so much as kissed my lips. No man has stroked my thighs.”

Her hands played over her thighs and Victoria was already savoring the erections which men all over the audience were experiencing.

Kristy’s hand slid to her hips.

“No man has filled his hands with my cheeks. Nothing has invaded my dark tightness.”

Kristy’s hands seductively rose to cup her breasts where the nipples were evident even through the bikini top.

“No man has squeezed my breasts or kissed my nipples.”

Victoria was beginning to truly appreciate her newfound talent as not only was every man in the tent experiencing an erection, but every woman’s nest was hot and wet and many had already soaked their pants.

“No man has even touched, let alone violated the lips and membrane which guard my virginity,” breathed Kristy as her legs parted slightly and her lips pursed as her fingers swept across her mons veneris.

“But tonight, as in the days of old, a virgin shall be offered in sacrifice. My life is given to my Mistress and the price of her acceptance is nothing less than my purity, my chastity, my virginity. I am to be violated for the first time for her and your amusement. As in days of old, it is a price which can be paid only once.”

Her voice lowered, became supplicatory.

“But you have the power to save me. The fate of my purity is in your hands. Mistress Victoria will heed your will. Those who come for me are much stronger than I. They will forcibly take from me what I do not willingly give.”

She looked from face to face in the audience.

“You can save me!”

She turned to find a large muscular figure standing ominously a few feet away. He wore only a black leather strap around his middle which supported an elongated cup, filled with a huge erection. His face was covered by a form fitting black leather mask.

Kristy’s hand went to her mouth in alarm and she began backing away. He grinned as she turned to run from the ring only to be confronted by a second figure similarly dressed. That avenue cut off, there was only one other exit from the center arena and as the attractive young woman turned to flee, yet a third masked figure appeared, blocking her escape. Frantically, Kristy tried running first one way and then another, but each time the men quickly moved to keep her hemmed in as they slowly closed the distance. Soon all three were within arms reach. As the girl looked pleadingly from masked face to masked face, one of the men grabbed the chemise and ripped it from her.

The audience, enthralled, ‘oooohed’ a bit as their eyes feasted on the contours of the lovely body now barely covered by the patches of white covering her breasts, nipples erect in fright and by the string around her middle and small white strip between her legs which, alone, stood between her and violation.

Kristy suddenly tried to break free, to dash between them, but a massive arm grabbed her by the hair, swinging her around to face her tormentor. A vicious slap sent her sprawling into the center of the ring. The audience marveled at how real the blow, her pain, seemed, not knowing that Kristy had promised the men double what they would normally be paid, but only if the performance were real and not feigned. Her instructions had been explicit. She was to be beaten, defiled and humiliated and only Victoria could order it to cease. They were to ignore her own pleas entirely no matter what she might say or beg them to do. Kristy looked up through dazed eyes, a trickle of blood running down the corner of her mouth. The fear the audience saw in her eyes was real as Kristy, feeling the effects of true sadistic pain for the first time, began to have second thoughts as to the wisdom of her plan. The leering grins on the three faces told her clearly these men would earn their double pay tonight and enjoy every minute of it.

Victoria sat silently allowing the waves of sadistic eroticism from the audience to flow over her. How creative of Kristy, she thought, to place her fate in the hands of the audience. Each infliction of pain or pleasure brought upon Kristy will be felt even more intensely by an audience who now identifies with the three hooded figures, holding supreme power over the beautiful, but weak and pathetic figure who lay before them. And Victoria would feel it all!

As Kristy tried to rise, she was kicked by the largest of the men. The force sent her sprawling on her back, gasping for the breath no longer in her lungs. Before being able to draw a breath, the young woman was grabbed by the hair and dragged, tears streaming down her cheeks, to an area of the arena where a stone table stood. Kristy was slapped again and again until she was nearly unconscious. Two of the men held up her arms while the third bound each wrist to a large horizontal metal pole which he lowered by ropes from the ceiling. Her arms outspread, Kristy was raised just off the ground so her full body weight was supported painfully by her wrists and arms. She was only beginning to recover from the stupor of the beating when one of the hooded figures reached up and ripped away her bra. The audience was delighted with the realism as the man squeezed her nipples and she screamed in pain. Only Kristy, the hooded figures and Victoria knew this wasn’t an act, that her pain was real, her screams in earnest, her virginity in real danger.

A rope was placed around each ankle. As the rope holding the pole binding her hands began to tighten, the largest of the brutes ripped away her thong. Kristy Anders, nude and helpless was raised some fifteen feet above the ring floor where two of the men pulled on the ropes on her ankles, painfully forcing her legs apart for all to see. They then rotated the ropes, slowly turning her naked body so every private aspect of her body was revealed to the leering spectators.

As her body was displayed for the amusement of all, the largest of the men, momentarily, tied off the rope which raised and lowered the pole. He then removed his crotch strap revealing an immense phallus in full erection. Grabbing the rope once again, he laid on his back on the stone table which would serve as an altar since a sacrifice would soon be made there.

He began slowly lowering Kristy toward him. She looked down to see what awaited her nest and screamed again.

Slowly her body descended and slowly her virgin nest came closer to the massive erection which throbbed in anticipation. The audience was captivated, eyes glued to her body as Kristy began begging.

“Please! No! I’m a virgin. Don’t do this!”

Inexorably the prone hooded figure lowered his prey and Kristy’s chastity drew nearer to its moment of sacrifice. The crowd sat closer to the edge of their seats as Kristy’s nest was now only inches from defilement.

“Please! I beg of you!” she screamed.

Harder pulls by the two men on the sides and her legs were pulled even further apart, seemingly almost parallel to the ground. Her labial lips brushed against the tip of the huge penis.

“Save me! Save me!” She implored through the tears, looking first to the audience, then to Victoria.

The descent stopped as Victoria stood and smiled to the audience. She held out her thumb to the side in anticipation of making the decision.

“Kristy has placed her virginity in your hands. What is your pleasure?” she asked.

Laughter and glee abounded as, to a person, thumbs went down around the arena. Kristy gasped and quickly looked to Victoria and the hooded men.

“They have spoken, Kristy. You shall be sacrificed!”

“No!” screamed Kristy as Victoria’s thumb pointed downward.

She looked to the man beneath her in fear. His eyes shown power. With her body positioned where he wanted, the prone figure readied himself, then loosed the rope completely allowing Kristy’s body to suddenly drop and impale itself on his manhood. In but a split second Kristy Anders felt his rod ram through her lips, pierce her hymen and tear into her unprepared vagina, lancing through her like a white hot spear, ripping her nest open and deflowering the screaming woman who was no longer a virgin.

Victoria shivered with delight.

Kristy’s scream was so piercing that some members of the audience paused to look at each other, wondering for a moment if such a scream could really be an act, before their indulgent lust for debauchery once again brought smiles to their faces and they leaned forward to get an even better look.

He yanked the rope, lifting her almost off him, only the head of his penis in her, then dropped her. Again the stab of pain as if her insides would burst. This torturous defilement repeated itself more than two dozen times. Tears rained down her face as Kristy, too exhausted to scream, grunted heavily with pain each time she was dropped to receive her punishment.

In a near faint, Kristy begged to the man who had stolen her virginity.

“I can’t take it any more! I… can’t!”

His brutish eyes met hers.

“We’ll see about that!”

He dropped her again, but this time left her impaled on his shaft while the others let go the ropes holding her legs. She now straddled the man beneath her, her arms still splayed on the pole above. The pole was slowly lowered but also pulled back over the man’s head thus pulling Kristy forward on his chest. Tying off the ropes, one man walked to straddle the head of the man who filled her nest. Jerking off his strap, he painfully yanked her by the hair. As her mouth flew open, he filled it with his erection.

Choking, Kristy was slapped twice, then made to take his penis orally again. Again she choked and again she was slapped viciously. A third time her mouth was violated, but this time in sheer desperation, Kristy took his manhood completely and began the back and forth alternation of mouth and throat which would bring him to sexual release.

Intense pain in her breast told her the man beneath her was biting hard into her nipple.

“Come on bitch, ride me!” he breathed.

Her hands still tied to the pole overhead, Kristy began thrusting on her tormentor even though he was far too large and long for her. Her insides felt as if they were being ripped apart. Her grunts of pain were now blunted by the phallus driving deeper into her throat with each violent thrust. Pain and suffering had brought her to the brink of exhaustion, yet she kept her body and mouth in motion, knowing what failure to please these men would mean. What she did not know was that her torment was far from over. Straddling the first man, but leaning over to take the second in her mouth, her rear was fully exposed. She didn’t notice the third man approach from behind. Discarding his strap, he grabbed her by the waist and before she could react, with a single muscular thrust, buried himself in her inviting anus.

Her head lifted momentarily to utter a scream like no other the audience had ever heard. The pain of losing her virginity was nothing compared to the violation of her unsuspecting and unprepared anus. As his shaft violated her too deeply, drawing blood, her head was violently jerked down so her mouth and throat could once again be filled with throbbing cock.

Victoria’s eyes closed as a smile crossed her lips.

“Take it all bitch! Take it all!” sneered Kristy’s anal rapist.

Her first reaction had been to pull away, but she was being held firmly by the other two men and there was no escape. She was repeatedly slapped in the face until, out of sheer terror and by force of will over body, she began also thrusting backward as well to take the third man completely in her rectum.

The trio of rapists increased their vaginal, oral and anal punishment until Kristy could simply take no more. The pain was now so great, her defilement so debasing, her exhaustion so complete, she fainted and her body, no longer under her control, began convulsing. This served only to excite the men further who increased the rapidity and violence of their thrusting until all climaxed filling her every orifice with hot semen.

They withdrew from her body, untied her and laid her on her back on the stone altar where the unconscious girl’s spread eagled body continued to convulse, most noticeably the alternative thrusts of nest and anus as if to continue to take their sexual punishment. At last, the paroxysms subsided and Kristy began to stir, emitting a combination of moaning and sobbing as she attempted and failed to arise, lapsing back into unconsciousness.

There was stunned silence as the crowd looked at the naked young woman. Suddenly thunderous applause and laughter filled the arena as the spectators voiced their hearty approval of this most spectacular performance.

Victoria moved to the center of the ring.

“My friends, I am glad you enjoyed the performance. I think you will agree that the deflowering of a young woman can be most entertaining. Join us again soon as Janeen and Kristy will treat you to the most delicious of erotic delights.”

Again deafening applause and with that the house lights came on.

Victoria went to the gate to say personal good nights to her customers and accept the many accolades regarding her new find.

At last, Victoria found herself alone with her new consort. Kristy was again regaining consciousness, but was dazed and totally disoriented. Helping the young woman to her feet, Victoria placed her arm around Kristy’s waist for support.

Glazed eyes looked up to her Mistress.

“… Mistress, was I… good enough?”

Victoria smiled as she began helping Kristy toward her wagon.

“Yes, my pet, it is you who shall sleep in my arms tonight.”

 

Chapter 8

Kristy awoke the next morning aching and sore in every joint and muscle in her badly abused body. Victoria had indeed held her close throughout the night, their bodies entwined in romantic and erotic pleasure. Kristy’s almost comatose state had precluded their making love, but Victoria had assured her that as soon as she was feeling better, Kristy would be rewarded for her outstanding performance and the sacrifice of her virginity. So Kristy’s sound sleep had been born of both exhaustion and the reassurance by Victoria that Janeen’s banishment once again to wagon three would not be reversed as long as Kristy could satisfy her audience the way she had done last night.

Kristy pondered the toll that kind of commitment would exact upon her, but the mere thoughts of being close, of being held, being kissed, being fed upon by Victoria would have driven her to take her own life if necessary. Never had Kristy been more certain of anything, than that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this mysterious woman — her Mistress, her lover, her vampire raptor.

Her eyes still closed, she snuggled closer to the rich warmth of the body lying close. Her mouth found a nipple and Kristy began suckling as a baby might of its mother.

“Feeling better this morning are we?” came the soft inquiry.

“Hmmm,” replied the completely contented young woman.

“Then it is time I showed my appreciation for what you sacrificed last night. You were magnificent in your agony. I sensed your every physical and emotional pain, felt you violated, plumbed the depths of your debasement and humiliation. It was truly a memorable evening.”

“It was for you, Mistress, only for you. You wished me to share myself with others and I did and will again as often as you desire, but it’s for you that I bare my body and endure the violation.”

Kristy looked into those mysterious eyes.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Last night was an excellent beginning,” mused Victoria, “but be careful. Janeen will stop at nothing to regain my favor.”

“Perhaps you would like me to give her lessons,” smiled Kristy.

“Perhaps,” said Victoria, the seed of an idea now forming, “but for now my dear I hunger for the nest of a beautiful young woman.”

Kristy, all thoughts of pain and soreness having fled, eagerly laid back spreading wide her legs. She saw the beautiful mouth open and the fangs begin to grow in horrified fascination.

She whispered urgently, “Yes! Yes!” as teeth met flesh and the rapture began.

Kristy slept through most of the afternoon, her ordeal of the night before teamed with the multiple orgasms she had experienced while Victoria fed upon her, had drained her both physically and emotionally. As a result, it was barely an hour before show time when she awoke to quickly bathe and dress for her second performance with Carnival Erotica.

She watched Janeen as the other woman was clearly trying to upstage Kristy by also taking men in mouth, nest and anus. But her act was clearly a poor imitation of Kristy’s, even to her screams of violation which somehow sounded false and affected. Try though she did, Janeen simply could not achieve the erotic intensity of fear, pain and shame her youthful counterpart had projected the night before.

Victoria, as well as the audience, felt embarrassment at the woman’s performance. Although there was some scattered polite applause as her act ended, Janeen sensed her failure and quickly collected her costume and exited, holding back the bitter tears of disappointment, knowing she had failed her Mistress. She ran directly to her wagon where she slammed the door behind her and tears filled the rest of her lonely night.

Kristy’s act was largely the same as the night before with two differences. Although the loss of her virginity was now truly an act, her screams and pleadings were just as intense as the night before. Victoria marveled at what a great little actress the girl had become. This audience, as had been the audience last night, was entranced by the erotic punishment inflicted upon the seemingly hapless girl.

The men had been instructed to inflict real pain, but not to the degree of the previous evening. The pain Kristy felt now was real, but at a level just below the unendurable pain she had experienced twenty-four hours ago. Only Victoria, not the audience, felt the slight drop in intensity of the erotic pain/pleasure. Aware of this, Kristy, while impaled upon the huge phallus, took it so deeply she felt a stimulation about which she had read, but which she never really thought existed. With the pain at an endurable level, she could now take pleasure from her deflowering and so thrust herself again and again to drive the man’s shaft to that magical spot. She and Victoria were both pleasantly surprised when Kristy, her body filled by three thrusting male organs, experienced simultaneous vaginal and clitoral orgasms, sending her into convulsions similar to those experienced, for different reasons, the previous night.

She was again in utter exhaustion and near unconsciousness as the three men exited. but, in a new turn of events, three more men entered and also took her in mouth, anus and nest to the delight of audience and Mistress. Again she was forced to pleasure them, keeping body and mouth in constant motion, sweat pouring from her body as she tossed herself upon them with utter abandon. Her body shuddered with the repeated orgasms she knew Victoria wanted. Once, the naked young woman stole a glance at Victoria as Kristy and two of the men climaxed simultaneously. Before her own eyes closed involuntarily in ecstasy, she noted her Mistress’ eyes were also closed and the gasping intake of air told Kristy she was indeed providing her Mistress with what she desired.

As the third man orgasmed in her mouth, he pushed her backward upon the table where her naked body splayed, semen oozing from nest, rectum and mouth. it was hardly an act at all to keep her eyes closed and whimper like a beaten puppy.

For the second straight night, the applause was deafening and, to a person, the audience exited talking about this exciting young woman who had been raped and her virginity taken.

And once again it was the thoroughly exhausted young woman who spent the night in the arms of her lover.

 

Chapter 9

Kristy awoke near noon to find Victoria had already arisen, dressed and left to take care of some arrangements regarding their visit to the next city on their itinerary.

She dressed and decided to explore an old trunk which Victoria told her held some costumes she might wish to use for future performances. The trunk was, however, in wagon three where Janeen had been banished. Victoria had warned her to be careful and Kristy was not unaware of the hatred Janeen now felt for her, but her newly-found security in the arms of her Mistress, as well as her natural curiosity, combined to lead her where she now found herself — knocking on the door of wagon number three.

The door opened and the same exhausted, haunted eyes indicative of sleeplessness and torment stared holes through her.

“What do you want?” came the icy inquiry.

“Victoria sent me to look through her trunk for costumes,” said Kristy as offhandedly as possible.

After a long pause, the door opened a bit and Kristy stepped in. The interior was a mess. Janeen wore an old sweater and jeans which were wrinkled and dirty. Her hair was tousled and unwashed. The woman had obviously lost all semblance of self respect.

Kristy moved to the trunk and began sifting through the costumes, all of which were scanty and provocative. She selected three which were especially naughty and turned to leave.

“Think you’re won, don’t you bitch?” came Janeen’s searing inquiry.

“I think,” said Kristy, not able to contain her own contempt, “that I’m younger, prettier and a terrific fuck! I’m a hell of a lot better than you and Victoria will be feeding between my legs long after you are gone!”

“Just how long do you think you can keep up what you’re doing?”

” Just until you’re history! Then Victoria and I can settle into a life together.”

Janeen’s voice became even more contemptuous.

“You stupid little slut. Do you think she loves you, really cares for you? You’re simply fresh meat to her. Right now you’re giving her what she wants, a great show and young hot pussy to suck. But what you don’t realize is that there is no turning back and no letting down. Victoria is never satisfied. She always wants more. What you’re doing now is pleasing, but soon she will tire of it and then you must do something even more erotic, more outrageous, more demeaning. And when you run out of ideas — and you will eventually — you will find yourself here once again, cast aside for someone newer, fresher, whose body and willingness to degrade herself is even greater than yours!”

“Stop!” cried Kristy, not wishing to hear what had already inscribed its mark of truth at the back of her mind.

Kristy turned as she started out the door.

“Face it, Janeen! You’re old and you just aren’t as good as I am! I can excite an audience and I can excite Victoria like you never could!”

Kristy didn’t realize the ferocity the other woman was evoking in her.

“Why don’t you just pack your things and leave, Janeen. You’re finished with the carnival and you’re finished with Victoria. She’s mine now and you’ll never get her back… Never! ”

With a confident smile Kristy turned her back on the redhead and walked out of the wagon.

Janeen stood looking out the crack of the door, watching her hated rival walk across the campground.

“We’ll just see about that tonight,” she breathed.

The tent was filled to standing room only, the word obviously having gotten around about Victoria’s new acquisition.

Janeen’s act remained unchanged, but her sleepless nights of torment, separated from her vampire lover, had taken their toll. Her face was drawn with large circles under what had once been beautiful green eyes. Even though she took all three men at once, her energy and enthusiasm were at an all time low. More than ever, she seemed to be going through the motions, doing the absolute minimum of what was expected. The three men climaxed, but Janeen could not, although she tried with everything within her. She knew it was her rapture, more than the men’s, which would please her Mistress. Victoria’s eyes held a sadness as she watched Janeen finish her act and depart. The audience, too, seemed embarrassed and almost relieved to see her leave as only two individuals clapped politely as she exited.

Victoria’s attention was immediately focused on Kristy as she made her entrance. So it was that neither she nor Kristy noticed Janeen look back, then motion to the six men who would again be working with Kristy. Money quickly changed hands and Janeen, unlike past performances, stayed in the darkness just outside the lighted center ring.

Kristy knew immediately that something was wrong the moment the first man grabbed her. They knew now how to slap her, bind her, abuse her so that the realism was retained for the audience but the actual pain, while real, was bearable. But the first blow was real, devastatingly real. Knocked almost senseless, Kristy was kicked and punched repeatedly until the blood flowing form her nose and mouth was no act.

The men were especially brutal in their sexual abuse as their thrusts were longer and deeper than needed so that before the first three men had finished, Kristy was cramping badly, gasping for breath and desperately begging for mercy. But the abuse only worsened as the second trio began their defilement of her body and mind. They tore at her like animals and her pain and suffering heightened far beyond that of the first night.

Victoria too, was puzzled. Kristy was experiencing pain, delicious erotic pain and Victoria savored each stinging slap, each penetrating thrust into her nest, mouth and rear, but Kristy was not experiencing orgasm. The men were overplaying their part to the degree that it was real torture, mind numbing, pleasure robbing pain which Kristy was suffering. The audience could not tell the difference, but Victoria as well as Kristy was acutely aware, these men were beating the young woman into senseless submission, but why? They had all now taken her and climaxed, yet the beatings continued. Kristy, untied, but her arms held by two of the men, received an especially vicious blow to the lower abdomen causing her bladder to void itself. The audience howled in delight, thinking it part of the act. Victoria, now truly alarmed, was ready to exert control over the minds of the men bringing Kristy’s agony to an end, when she sensed an overpowering emotion which washed over her like an ocean wave. The emotion was hatred and instantly she knew the source and chided herself for not keeping closer contact with the woman who was about to reenter the ring. She started to control, to end it there, but the hatred was so strong, so delicious, Victoria decided she would not intervene, at least no yet. She sat back to watch.

Janeen walked back into center ring. She was wearing only a black leather G-string and carrying a black leather whip. Victoria noted that her feelings about Kristy were overcoming her weariness. There was fire in her eyes now. Her walk was strong, confident, her stance self assured.

Amazing what hatred could do for these humans, thought Victoria.

“Slut!” yelled Janeen to the nearly unconscious girl who was now being supported as much as constrained by two of the men. “Your claim to being a virgin is at an end! No less than six men took you tonight and now… a woman!”

Kristy was laid on her back on the stone table, each arm pinned by one of the men while the other firmly grasped her ankles. Janeen stepped across to straddle the prone figure, smiling first to the audience and then down into the eyes which now held abject fear.

“Let’s see if that mouth of yours is really as good as you say!”

Janeen dropped the whip beside the table, unfastened the G-string and paused, her nest only inches above Kristy’s mouth.

“Your pleasure, my Mistress!” she shouted, looking to Victoria, “or perhaps you’ll let the audience decide!”

Affirmative cries from the crowd told Victoria she was trapped with no graceful was to extricate Kristy from this dilemma without disappointing her audience. Her own anger was building toward Janeen, but that would have to wait. For now, she would have to give the high paying patrons what they wanted. She smiled and raised her hand with thumb to the side, awaiting the crowd’s decision. Unanimously, thumbs pointed downward. Victoria hesitated only momentarily before sacrificing her new found treasure.

“Ah, my pretty, Victoria says you’re mine,” snarled Janeen. “Now open those pretty little lips of yours and taste a real woman!”

The exhausted, beaten woman tried to resist, but one slap after another from Janeen, coupled with her defenselessness and the knowledge that her Mistress had given Janeen approval, was too much to resist. Another series of blows and Kristy’s mouth slowly opened to accept her punishment. The crowd hooted with glee as Janeen lowered her nest onto Kristy’s mouth and began thrusting vigorously. Kristy tried closing her eyes, but Janeen grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked painfully.

“No, slut! I want you to look into my eyes. I want you to see me come into your pretty little mouth!”

Janeen thrusted even harder.

“Your tongue, slut! Get it into me! Make me come if you want to live!”

Kristy’s mind went out to Victoria.

Save me Mistress!

Be brave my darling. You must endure… for me! came the reply.

Kristy’s tongue swept over the labial lips and entered Janeen’s vagina, finding her clit almost immediately.

Janeen pulled Kristy’s hair with both hands, painfully forcing her tongue deeper as the redhead thrusted on the helpless girl’s mouth.

“Oh! Yes, yes you slut!” moaned Janeen as her nipples stiffened, the audience watching in rapt attention.

Kristy’s mouth was already sore from the abuse of the two males shafts and the beatings and now, Janeen’s nest was humping just as hard to take her own satisfaction from the helpless woman who lay beneath her.

“Yes, bitch, faster! I’m coming!” screamed Janeen pulling the girl’s mouth to her nest fiercely. Her eyes rolled, she shivered and Kristy felt a new wetness in her mouth as Janeen orgasmed. Her thrusting began anew and within seconds, Janeen climaxed again. She repeatedly violated Kristy’s mouth, as much to debase the young woman as to bring herself sexual satisfaction. Dripping with perspiration, Janeen arose, stepped across again and straddled her competitor from the other direction. Lowering her rear toward the woman beneath, she again looked to the audience where there were cheers of encouragement.

“In me slut, and you’d better make it feel good!” she shouted to Kristy, the audience and Victoria.

Lowering herself onto Kristy’s lips, she felt them tightly closed. Grabbing the blonde’s left breast, she squeezed with all her might until she heard Kristy’s muffled cry and the mouth open over her anus. Kristy’s tongue penetrated her and Janeen smiled to the audience.

“The precious virgin has her tongue in my ass!”

Her grip on the breast tightened again bringing her the wanted reaction.

“Oh, she probes deeper! She must like it!” she announced to the crowd.

Victoria was torn, not wishing Kristy to be seriously hurt, yet savoring vicariously the pain/pleasure being experienced by the two women in center ring.

Kristy, who was nearly smothering, gasped for air as Janeen finally lifted upward momentarily.

“This slut has no manners. She pees all over herself. I, on the other hand, will leave no mess as I relieve myself!”

Kristy closed her eyes, imagining that Janeen might urinate on her face, but it was Janeen’s rear which again met her lips and now the horrifying truth struck home as to Janeen’s intention. Janeen yanked her breast as if to tear it from her body, the pain forcing Kristy’s mouth open in a scream which was swallowed by the rectum of the smiling woman. The monstrousness of what was happening striking home as the first waste flowed into her mouth, Kristy summoned every last bit of strength and, kicking and screaming, momentarily tore free of her tormentors. She pushed Janeen off to one side, rolled off the table and began to run. Her freedom was short lived however, as massive arms grabbed her and three blows later she lay sprawled on the sawdust floor.

Janeen motioned to the men, two of whom grabbed Kristy by the wrists and forced her to her feet, each man pulling to spread her arms wide. The third handed the whip to Janeen who smiled to the audience and Victoria.

“Now there remains only one small matter.”

The third man who had handed her the whip drove a fist into Kristy’s stomach, doubling her over as she dropped to her knees.

Janeen let the leather whip play out on the floor.

“Renounce your love for Victoria!”

“Never!” cried Kristy.

The whip cracked, Kristy screamed and an angry red welt appeared across the blonde”s back.

“What do you say now, slut!”

“Go to hell,” whispered Kristy.

Again the whip flashed and again the sound of flesh being punished and again the scream of the helpless girl. Three, four, five times the whip flew, the last two drawing blood as Janeen, determined to eliminate her rival once and for all, began putting all her strength into the whipping. The beatings, the sexual abuse, the indignities and the flogging were taking their toll. Kristy could no longer hold up her head. She could no longer talk, her only communication the negative nod of her head, so the punishment continued. Kristy was near breaking, her mind crazed with pain and anguish. Again the whip cracked and again and again. The men were having to hold up her limp body now as she neared unconsciousness.

“Say it bitch, say it! Renounce your love for Victoria! Say you will leave and this will stop”

Kristy’s head raised agonizingly slowly as all her conscious strength forced her battered body to respond a final time. Her eyes first met those of Victoria and then Janeen.

“Never… I… am… Victoria’s… forever!”

“Bitch! I’ll kill you!” screamed Janeen wrapping the whip around Kristy’s neck to choke her.

The two men still holding her arms, Kristy was powerless to resist. the leather tightened, choking off her air. Her eyes were beginning to roll back into her head as she and Janeen, as well as the men, heard the unspoken command.

Release her arms!

The men stood back as they were bidden. Even Janeen was so shocked at Victoria’s intervention that her hands slackened for but a moment. That moment was all Kristy needed. As badly battered as she was, she was young and otherwise healthy and her body possessed the youthful ability to recoup quickly, especially with the high levels of adrenalin now coursing through her. That, teamed with the knowledge that Victoria had suddenly leveled the playing field, gave her the strength to quickly get her fingers between whip and throat and twist herself around to face her adversary. Janeen’s eyes which moments ago were ablaze with determination and assurance, were now uncertain, showing the first signs of fear. When she tried to regain a strangle hold with both hands, Kristy saw her opportunity. Her fist slammed into Janeen’s stomach, doubling over the redhead as she lost her grip on the whip. Kristy brought her knee up violently into Janeen’s face, driving the woman onto her back as she grabbed her bleeding nose. As Kristy approached, Janeen tried to turn away in new-found fear. As long as the men had been helping her, she felt in control, knew she could win. But with them now out of the picture and the infuriated young woman standing over her, Janeen cowered, holding up her hands uselessly as if to ward off restitution.

Kristy dragged the woman to her feet by her hair and with a renewed energy born of youthful confidence and assurance that Victoria could now be hers, hit Janeen with all her might. The older woman’s knees buckled and she fell unconscious to the floor. Kristy struggled to drag the limp body across the ring where she draped Janeen’s nude body across the stone altar. Picking up the whip, Kristy slapped the older woman back to semi-consciousness whereupon she whipped her unmercifully. The blows were harder and faster than her own flogging. Each time Janeen would try to move away, Kristy would kick her viciously after which the lashings would begin afresh.

“Your turn, Janeen! See how it feels!”

The red welts ran across her back, buttocks and backs of her legs. Blood dripped into the sawdust. As the slashes brought her back to consciousness, Janeen;s screams filled the tent to the total amusement of the audience and the inward delight of Victoria.

Kristy slapped her several times bringing Janeen once again from the brink of unconsciousness.

“Now, Janeen. Do everyone a favor and agree to get out for good!”

“No, I can’t. I love her!” came the weak reply.

Kristy rolled the helpless woman on her back, her legs spread widely. A vicious crack of the whip and Janeen howled in anguish clutching her nest. The two nude women commanded the attention of an audience entranced with the carnage taking place before their eyes.

Janeen rolled over and the whip cracked again. This time she screamed as her hands tried to cover her anus from further lashings.

The whip wound around Janeen’s neck and this time it was Kristy who began tightening the grip. Janeen’s hands went to the leather but her strength and will were gone and her hands dropped limply to her sides as her gasps only served to spur Kristy to tighten her grip.

“Say it! Say it!” screamed Kristy in the woman’s ear for all to hear.

Kristy’s demand was met with choked sputtering. Fear was written across Janeen’s face. The fight was gone from her, her world disintegrated. She had lost.

“Say it!” screamed Kristy, tightening the grip even more, “or I’ll kill you!”

“… I…” chocked the defeated woman, “… I’ll… leave.”

“And never return!” demanded the enraged young woman.

“… And… never… return,” came the tearful, dispirited reply.

Kristy jerked the leather a final time. Janeen’s eyes rolled back in her head and she lapsed into unconsciousness, falling backward across the stone altar, her head hanging over one end.

“Just one more thing!” said Kristy, straddling the older woman’s head with her legs. Her hands went to her hips in a defiant, superior posture and she urinated onto the face of her defeated rival. The audience whistled and clapped as Kristy finished and walked to Victoria. The Mistress was holding a long stemmed rose which she presented to Kristy as the audience applauded its approval. At a gesture from Victoria, the house lights came up signaling the show was over and, once again, the crowd was abuzz with the realism of what they had seen, not realizing just how real it had been.

“Kristy, darling, you have won and Janeen has lost. You have earned your place in my bed. Go now to our wagon. Take a long hot bath and go to bed. I shall join you after I send Janeen on her way and count the receipts for the night.”

“Yes, Mistress,” obeyed the battered but jubilant young woman.

With Kristy’s departure, Victoria and Janeen were alone in the tent. Victoria tied off the flaps and walked to the redhead who was beginning to moan as her mind struggled back to awareness. She looked up to the woman she adored and now feared.

“Mistress, I…”

“There is no need to explain, Janeen. Kristy is younger, stronger. Even with the unfair advantage you had at first, she still defeated you. I’m afraid your days with Carnival Erotica are at an end.”

“No, Mistress! Please don’t say that!”

“Do not fret, Janeen. You still have your destiny to fulfill.”

“I don’t understand.”

“As many times as we have made love, as many times as I have fed from you, you have repeatedly asked to taste my nest.”

“You always said I would have that opportunity at the right time.”

“Now is that time my darling Janeen. My nest is wet and I seek your lips to give me satisfaction.”

As badly beaten as the woman was, her eyes were instantly alight with love and lust.

“But why now?” she asked as she lay back on the altar.

“Because I have selected you to be more than a performer,” said Victoria, her body nude as she dropped the robe from her shoulders.

“Your life will mean more than entertainment. Your life will mean new life, Janeen.”
Janeen was still puzzled, but her mouth opened with expectancy.

“Now drink, Janeen,” said Victoria, lowering her nest onto the eagerly awaiting lips and mouth. “Drink deeply and make your life meaningful!”

Several hours later, Victoria silently entered the wagon where Kristy’s exhausted condition had passed her into sleep, despite her efforts to stay awake until Victoria returned.

Victoria crept to the sleeping woman’s side and leaned over to her ear.

“Yes, sleep my darling Kristy. Sleep deeply and do not awaken until morning.”

Kristy, as if in response, sighed in her sleep and began breathing more deeply.

Victoria, a smile on her face, reached into the pocket of her robe and gingerly withdrew the focus of her existence. The small creature was hideously ugly, marked with scales and bulging red eyes. It’s arms and legs were deformed, but the mouth was large and rows of razor sharp teeth glistened as a beam of moonlight shone through the window.

Victoria clutched the creature to her briefly. She lifted back the bed covers a bit and gently pulled down a strap of Kristy’s nightgown from her shoulder, exposing her breast.

She then lovingly placed the creature on the bed next to the sleeping woman. Sensing nourishment, the creature slowly made its way across the covers until its weak arms pulled it close to her. Its mouth opened, exposing two telltale fangs and, in one motion, it fell upon the breast, sinking the fangs deeply into her nipple and aureole.

Kristy moaned in her sleep but did not awaken as her blood flowed and Victoria heard the sound of her infant, suckling.

“Yes, feed my child. She will make you an excellent mother.”

Chapter 10

Kristy’s eyes fluttered open as sunlight filtered through the one small window. Finding herself in the arms of Victoria, her lips found those of her Mistress and they kissed deeply. Victoria arose as Kristy threw off the covers and stretched. Her entire body ached, so even though she noticed the tenderness in her breast, she simply assumed it was one of her many wounds received at the hands of Janeen last night, the subject of which brought a question to mind.

“She’s gone Kristy. Gone forever,” answered Victoria, not waiting for the question to be spoken.

“She was all right, wasn’t she?” asked Kristy with some guilt. Even though the violence had originated with Janeen, she still felt remorse at having nearly killed the woman.

“The last time I saw her, she had accepted her fate,” mused the older woman. “Janeen seemed to, at last, have found a purpose to her life.”

“I can’t imagine any purpose in life other than being with you,” smiled Kristy, love beaming in her eyes.

“Do you really mean that, Kristy?”

“You know I do! Just look at what I have been doing for you, what I did for you last night. Of course I was defending myself too, but it was the thought of sharing my life with you that kept me going. Look into my heart, Victoria, my soul. I am open to you Mistress. Look deeply and there will be no doubt. There is nothing else and no one else. My life is you!”

Victoria knew the truth of it even before asking, but she so enjoyed the shows of mindless affection these human females fawned on her. Their sex and violence were so much more powerful, but their adoration was, in its own way, enjoyable as well.
“Then I shall share with you what no other human knows.”

Victoria could feel the curiosity in Kristy’s mind awaken. The mistress sat on the edge of the bed and took the younger woman’s hand and held it lovingly.

“Last night I gave birth with Janeen’s help.”

She felt the hurt in the younger woman that it was Janeen and not Kristy who had been chosen.

“Your time will come Kristy. Allowing Janeen to help in my birthing gave her the sense of purpose she needed,” explained Victoria, noting that her protege seemed satisfied with that explanation.

“I am asking you to help with something just as, perhaps more, important.”

“Of course, I’ll help in any way I can.”

Victoria smiled warmly.

“I knew I could count on you. My newborn is sleeping… there.”

She pointed to the corner where a large drawer from the dresser had been lined with blankets.

“Oh, may I see?” said Kristy starting to rise.

“In a moment dear. There are some things you must know first. My kind are not like you, Kristy. We look nothing like you at birth.”

“Then how… ?”

“Do we come to look human? By nursing on a human breast, the newborn’s body is not only nourished, but its chemistry changes, adapts and alters itself to mimic its host. Over a period of three to four weeks the infant will gradually change to look completely human. At that point, others of my kind will come forward to take the child and rear it, teaching it our ways and the ways of humans so it may survive.”

“And… ?”

“I cannot nurse the child myself, otherwise it would never change to human form.”

Victoria looked deeply into Kristy’s eyes.

“I am asking you to nurse my child Kristy, for those three to four weeks until the transformation is complete. I’m afraid I have a confession to make. While you slept last night, I let him suckle you. I should have asked you first, but he was hungry and you were sleeping so peacefully, I knew he would not awaken you.”

Again the look of sincerity in Victoria’s eyes.

“I will not force you. Our true appearance can be quite disturbing to a human.”

She led the young woman to the makeshift crib. As Kristy watched, Victoria lovingly picked up the small creature and cradled it in her arms. Kristy was indeed shocked by the hideous appearance, but unbeknown to her, its features were, from the single feeding last night, already beginning to change. The scales were slightly less prominent and its limbs slightly straighter, more human in form.

“Please, Kristy, nurse my son. Yes, I could force you to do this, but I don’t want that — will not do it. I want you to give of yourself, willingly and lovingly. We are no different from you in that respect. Our young also need nurturing love to survive.”

Kristy looked from creature to mother and back to creature. Her slight hesitation prompted Victoria to turn away slightly as if to return the newborn to its crib.

“I understand your refusal. I shall seek someone else.”

“No!” exclaimed Kristy. “Mistress, he is your child. Nothing of your body could ever be construed as anything but beautiful.”

The young woman stepped forward, dropped the gown from her shoulders and stood naked in front of mother and child. Her arms went out to accept the creature which hungrily bit into nipple and breast.

Wincing only slightly, Kristy looked form Victoria’s eyes to the vampire suckling.

“My breasts are yours, little one,” she said as she felt the blood being sucked from her.

During the weeks which followed, Kristy began to actually develop a fondness for the infant so often at her breast, especially as his appearance began changing radically, now closely resembling a human counterpart. Although Kristy was still expected to perform as usual, Victoria had instructed the men that while her nest, rear and mouth were theirs to abuse, they were no longer to administer damaging beatings and they were to leave Kristy’s breasts alone. The five to six feedings a day were leaving her not only fatigued, but with sore and tender nipples. She had taught the infant to take his feeding in her nipple and aureole so the bite mark would not be noticeable to the audience, but they were terribly sensitive nonetheless.

Victoria was pleased that Kristy had accepted the role of wet nurse, although there had never been any real doubt. Victoria smiled as she thought how easily the young woman had been manipulated into offering to feed the infant. Of course there was a down side. Kristy was constantly fatigued, the price of the feedings teamed with her performances. They were no longer as intensely entertaining as before. The audiences in city after city were still packing the tent every night, but Victoria could sense the drop in intensity in Kristy’s performance. It would soon be time for some changes, but in the meantime, the infant was healthy and progressing nicely. Victoria was already aware of his mental power which grew daily. His training to use that power would need to begin soon and so she made arrangements to spend the afternoon in the city conferring with those who would soon come for the child.

“I’ll only be gone for two or three hours. With no show tonight or tomorrow, I would suggest we retire early.”

Kristy smiled as she was swept into the older woman’s arms. Victoria’s hands squeezed her buttocks, pulling her closer.

“I haven’t fed in several days.”

“My body is yours Mistress,” said Kristy, dropping the robe she was wearing and laying her nude body back on the bed, her legs outspread.

Victoria smiled.

“I look forward to feeding at that nest again, but this evening will be soon enough. I have an important meeting in the city.”

She turned to go, but paused, looking back from the door at the inviting figure on the bed who arched her back to reveal what Victoria would be missing.

“Until tonight, my dear Kristy.”

“Until tonight, Mistress.”

With that the older woman was gone. Neither she nor Kristy was aware that from the crib a glowing pair of eyes had witnessed Kristy’s disrobing and had also peered intently between her legs, unleashing ancient urges — and the power which would enable them to become reality.

Kristy rose and wrapped the robe about her. She envisioned a romantic candlelight dinner for two. She would present Victoria with a red rose to symbolize her love, then seductively offer her body to the vampiress.

She had never been happier. True, she debased herself in performance, and feeding the infant was always painful, but she was now Victoria’s. Simply thinking of the way Victoria held her, kissed her, fed at her nest, made Kristy wet, sending waves of erotic as well as romantic pleasure through her mind and body.

Little did she realize those thoughts and feelings were also being felt by another.

The infant was quiet and his feeding time was not for almost an hour, yet Kristy felt a sudden urge to check on him. She at first dismissed it, feeling a bit foolish, like an overprotective nanny, but the feeling came again, stronger this time.

“Must check on the baby,” she murmured as she slowly walked to the crib.

Looking over at him, she gasped slightly as two glowing red eyes met her gaze. She was instantly transfixed, her mind suddenly gone foggy. She felt fear and tried to move away, but the feeling of power was absolutely overwhelming. She stood mesmerized, helpless as a grin spread across the face of the infant/creature. Her breathing was becoming labored as Kristy sought escape. Perspiration beaded on her forehead as her fear found tangible release, but there was no escape and her fear only fed the power which now held her. The eyes glowed and she reached down to take the infant/creature in her arms. Slowly, obeying the powerful unstated mental command, she moved to the bed, laying the infant lovingly down. As had been the case with Victoria, not only was her resistance melting, but also her will to resist. Her eyes again found those glowing orbs and could not look away. As the seconds passed, she felt her will dissolve until, when the creature made its next desire known, she obeyed unquestioningly.

As she continued to gaze into the depths of those inhuman eyes, her hands found the sash of her robe and it slipped noiselessly to the floor. She lay her nude body next to the infant and obeying completely, picked him up and held him above her prone figure. She audibly gasped as the mental command swept over her.

As the teeth grew longer and the smile became sardonic, the young woman spread her legs widely and placed the infant at her nest where fangs met flesh. As she began to mindlessly thrust, Kristy Anders gave herself completely to her infant incubus.

Victoria burst into the wagon having felt the psychic carnage from over a mile away. The infant looked up from its bloody feast while Kristy, in uncontrollable convulsive orgasms, continued to thrust, her head violently pitching from side to side, eyes rolling back in her head with each new climatic wave. Her grunts were animalistic, past rationality, past pleasure, expressions of a body and mind taken to the limits of endurance.

Even when Victoria picked up the infant and placed it in the crib, Kristy continued to experience one spontaneous orgasm after another. She was already to the point of utter exhaustion, the sheet beneath her soaked with sweat and blood. Victoria quickly disrobed and held the convulsing girl to her body, pulling the covers around them. She cradled Kristy’s head against her breasts and stroked her hair while trying to calm the panicked girl and bring her back from shock.

The Mistress chided herself for allowing this to happen. She should have realized the danger, she thought, when she first felt the psychic awakenings in the child. Not even sure that Kristy could be pulled out of the convulsive shock before she suffered a fatal heart attack, Victoria knew well what the outcome would have been if her meeting in town had not ended earlier than usual. Even so, the ninety minutes or so she had been away was plenty of time for the child to overpower Kristy’s mind and gorge himself at her nest. She knew the amount of blood loss was serious but not, of itself, fatal. What concerned her now was that the girl continued to orgasm violently, her body using energy Kristy no longer had to give. If she didn’t stop climaxing soon, she would die.

Victoria tried to look into Kristy’s eyes but they were the glazed, frightened eyes of an animal in its death throes.

“Kristy!” said Victoria, trying to command the girl’s attention.

There was not the slightest response as the young woman’s body shook with yet another dangerous paroxysm.

Near desperation, Victoria marshaled her total psychic powers, focusing them on the mind of the young woman.

Kristy! It’s Victoria!

For one moment the body was stilled, the eyes almost regaining focus. then, another torturous orgasm overwhelmed the girl, sweeping her away again.

Kristy, hear me! You must focus on my voice! if you love me, you must come back to me! Your body must belong to me once again! Come back to me Kristy! Bring me your love… and your body!

The glaze, but not the fear, left the eyes. Kristy looked up into the face of the one person who could have reached her, the one person she wanted to reach her.

“Victoria?”

“Yes, my darling.”

Tears filled her eyes as another orgasm swept through her, but its intensity was less than before.

“Oh Victoria, it was awful! He… the baby…” she said sobbing.

“I know darling, I know! It’s all right now! I’m here to protect you! You are safe here in my arms!”

Kristy drew into a fetal position. As the weeping continued, Victoria drew her close again, offering the girl her own breast.

Now sleep my darling, Kristy!

Kristy’s mouth closed on the nipple and her eyes fluttered shut as she suckled on the luscious breast of the beautiful woman whose warm body and strong arms provided the reassurance she needed. The orgasms tapered off over the next few minutes until the girl was finally sleeping peacefully, her rest broken only by occasional and diminishing sobs.

Kristy slept for forty-eight straight hours. She was feverish and demented at times, seeming to reexperience the trauma again and again. Victoria fed her soup and liquids to counteract the dehydration and hopefully restore her strength, but they seemed to do little good.

The infant was picked up by its vampire parents, eliciting a pang of regret in Victoria as it always did, but she quickly turned her thoughts to matters which needed her attention. She chose to cancel the last performance and let Kristy recuperate as they traveled. They had finished the circuit of towns and cities on their tour and would now be returning to the city where Kristy had originally joined the carnival.

As the days passed, Victoria became even more concerned. Kristy was, at last, up and around, but her eyes would often take on a haunted look and she would shiver uncontrollably. Despite Victoria’s best efforts to get her to eat, Kristy remained weak, pale and afraid. Victoria sadly concluded that her health and spirit were broken. She still reveled in Victoria’s arms, but it was now more a mother-daughter relationship, Victoria caring for and reassuring the frightened woman. Apparently, she had arrived too late to prevent what was obviously permanent damage. Gone was the vibrant, bright eyed, curious and lusty little vixen Victoria had recruited, replaced by a frail, whimpering, insecure child who seemed to need constant attention and comfort.

Once, Kristy had invited Victoria to feed, but when she saw the fangs, she screamed and fainted, falling into a demented and feverish coma. Victoria could have taken her, but elected to roam the back streets of the city until she could mind control a young mother on her way home after visiting a sick friend. The woman was pretty and Victoria felt her latent sexual desires smoldering just beneath the surface. Victoria toyed with the idea of recruiting the woman, but she was not unconscionable and had often reflected guiltily on her decision to recruit Janeen from her husband and family. Leading the woman down a dark alley, Victoria was forced, due to the need to feed quickly for fear of discovery, to feed from the woman’s breast. She found the mixture of milk and blood a not unpleasant taste, but hardly as nourishing as she would have liked. Giving the woman a mental command to remember nothing, she regrettably sent her on her way.

Victoria returned to the wagon to find Kristy cowering in a corner, shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, thank God you’re home!” she cried, crawling to grab Victoria’s legs as a cowering dog might lick the shoes of its master. “Please don’t leave me again Mistress! Please!”

“It’s all right, Kristy, I’m here,” said Victoria as she came to a decision and began to consider possibilities.

Chapter 11

“Why me? Why send me an invitation to one of your performances?”

Shari was anxious to see Kristy again, but still felt a distrust of this woman who called herself Victoria something or other.

“Why Shari dear, I thought you would want to see your friend Kristy, especially now that she’s the star of the show.”

They stood at the main entrance to the tent as the other patrons were buying or presenting tickets and entering.

“Star of the show?” questioned Shari, “I thought she was just supposed to keep the books.”

“Ah, yes, well her talents were being wasted on such trivial matters so I found something much more exciting and rewarding for her to do.”

“I do want to see her and, frankly, that’s the only reason I accepted this invitation. I haven’t been able to get anything out of Eric. I know he came to see Kristy several weeks ago, but he won’t even talk to me about it. You did something to him. I don’t know what, but I know he cared for Kristy. Now he doesn’t even mention her name.”

“How unfortunate. Perhaps he became distracted by other things.”

“What things?”

“Let us just say that men are so fickle. Their heads can be turned so easily by a pretty face, a flirtatious smile, an ample bosom.”

Shari was defiant.

“I don’t much like you Victoria. I certainly don’t trust you and I don’t think Kristy should either.”

“Such harsh words from one so attractive,” Victoria said, smiling as she let her eyes wander over the face and body of the young black woman.

Shari, momentarily nonplused, turned and walked into the arena. Victoria stayed long enough to point out Kristy’s friend to three of the men who would normally be a part of the act, but who Victoria had given the night off so they might assist her.

Finally, as the last of the audience was seated, Victoria walked to center ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We are happy to be back in your fair city and we are honored with your presence this evening.”

She looked through the audience and smiled.

“The Carnival Erotica is proud to present for your entertainment… Miss Kristy Anders!”

There was great applause as Kristy’s reputation had obviously preceded her. She walked to the center of the ring. To the audience the woman was strident and self assured, but Victoria knew better, sensing the fear and self doubt which riddled the attractive blonde. Victoria alone, spotted her eyes shifting in fear, the nearly invisible tremors racking her body as she forced one foot in front of the other. Victoria had actually wanted to wait another day or two before opening, but Kristy, knowing she was already the cause of postponements and delays, insisted she was ready.

Victoria scanned the tent and found Shari sitting on an aisle seat about half way up the rows of seats.

Kristy’s robe was not all that dropped to begin the show. Victoria smiled when Shari’s mouth flew open as her friend began walking around the arena in nothing but a string bikini expounding on the sacrifice of virgins. Her friend also noted that Kristy had lost weight, her eyes were sunken, her skin sallow. The audience saw only a thin, sexy young woman. Shari knew something was very wrong with her friend. She wondered if Kristy might be on drugs, if that was Victoria’s hold on her. What else could make her do what she was doing? Shari fidgeted with embarrassment for her friend, but Victoria almost laughed out loud as Kristy was grabbed, stripped naked, beaten and then raped by no less than three men. She could feel Shari”s outrage from across the arena and when their eyes met, the fear.

Come to me, Shari, and you too can be a star!

The young woman was horrified to see her friend assaulted, but her own fear was even more compelling as she recognized, somehow, that voice in her mind was Victoria’s.

Sensing she had been lured here, Shari turned her full attention to escape. If she could get back to town, she could bring the police and free Kristy from the grasp of this evil woman.

She ran down the steps and toward one of the exits, looking back just in time to see the men climax on and in her friend. Kristy collapsed and her naked, unconscious body was laid out on the altar as if in sacrifice.

As if to emphasize her omnipotence, Victoria, still aware of Shari’s unbelieving presence in the exit runway, stepped forward.

“The virgin has been sacrificed, but she is still a tight and satisfying prize. Ladies and gentlemen, please look at the back of your ticket stub. Three tickets bear a special stamp with a crest and the initials V.V.”

Two men and a woman held up their hands.

“Your tickets are not transferable but, if you wish and if you dare, you may have a piece of this lovely young woman. Give the ticket to one of my assistants and she’s all yours!”

Shari could bear no more. She ran for the exit, looking back to see two burly men pursuing her from out of the crowd. One fleeting glance caught sight of Victoria smiling and walking toward her. She turned and ran as fast as possible cursing her decision to bike instead of borrowing a car. Darkness had already fallen, but she saw the large hulking figure waiting by the tree where she had left the bicycle. She turned and started toward the wagons, hoping to hide until she could somehow find a way to sneak past them. However, that avenue of escape also lay blocked by one of the carnival brutes. She turned and ran toward the other line of wagons.

She winced as she heard the cheering and applause as the three spectators had obviously cashed in their tickets and were extracting their money’s worth.

The first wagon had a light on inside, she dared not hide there. Just as she was about to make a dash to the second wagon, one of the men who had been chasing her, appeared and began searching underneath a nearby wagon. Her only chance was the darkened third wagon which sat off to one side. She made her way along a line of heavy brush where she waited to catch her breath, but she heard voices behind her and felt she could wait no longer. She ran the few open yards and dived behind one of the wheels. Content to wait until she could double back, get her bike or if necessary, walk back to town, Shari was beginning to breath easier, her heart no longer pounding quite so loudly. Then she saw them. The two men from the carnival who had chased her from the tent. She recognized them as their bulky figures were silhouetted against the brightly lit main tent. They had not seen her, but were headed in her direction.

She knew it would only be moments before they spotted her, so she exhausted her only other alternative. She quickly scrambled to the other side of the wagon and crept up the steps, praying the door wasn’t locked. The handle turned and the door opened with a slight creaking sound. Strange how in the midst of danger, small, insignificant details struck a responsive chord. She had heard that sound before. She was sure of it, but her fear washed aside the detail and she quickly stepped into the totally darkened room, closing the door softly behind her. Again that sound and suddenly the memory came flooding back. She had been in this wagon before. The day she had helped Kristy move. My God, this is…

“Welcome Shari. I’m glad you decided to take me up on my invitation.”

Victoria, seated on the sofa, lit a single candle.

Shari gasped and turned to flee, but suddenly her hand was powerless to turn the knob.

“Why not stay awhile and accept my hospitality?” smiled the vampire.

“Like what you’re doing to Kristy? How could you? Why?”

“Because it suits me and because Kristy is doing what she chooses to do. I am forcing her to do nothing.”

“I don’t believe that. You probably…”

“Have her on drugs?” finished Victoria. “None of the sort. I detest drugs. They pollute the body, dilute the senses.”

“Kristy wouldn’t do those things…”

“Of her own free will? You are wrong my dear Miss Stevens. She does them willingly, shamelessly and with total abandon simply because it is what I desire and she wishes to please me.”

“You’re forcing her somehow. I know you are!”

“Only once my little black pet and as you will find, my proteges will do anything I ask… anything!”

“Not this pet!” cried Shari, again trying to escape, finding her body unable to move.

“It is futile to resist. You may as well surrender.”

“Never!”

“Ah, what spirit! I like that in a woman. Kristy had that same kind of spirit once. How sad she must be replaced. On the other hand, what a worthy replacement!” Victoria said, again leering in the candlelight at Shari’s body.

“I already control your body, Shari and soon I will have your mind as well.”

“No!” cried the girl, but her voice was full of fear.

“Kristy could hide nothing from me, Shari and neither can you. I can reach into the darkest recesses, find you most secret thoughts!”

The young woman’s eyes widened as Victoria smiled.

“Ah, let me see. While you consider me contemptible for what I do to your friend, you have your own designs on Kristy. You’ve wanted her since the two of you first met. The truth is you weren’t so much concerned for her safety as you were jealous of me for spoiling your plans to be her first.”

Shari’s mouth dropped open. How could she know this?”

“Unlike your friend when she first joined me, you are no virgin. Tell me Shari, how did you lose your precious virginity?”

Shari was astonished. Could this woman really read her mind? Only one other person in the world knew the answer to that question and Shari was determined that no one else ever would.

“Why Shari, what would your roommate say if she knew you lost your virginity to your own mother?”

Shari’s mind reeled. This woman was somehow in her mind. She tried to suppress the details, but the harder she tried to repress them, the easier it became for Victoria to find and extract them.

“So,” Victoria said, “you were only fourteen when your mother raped you with a strap on dildo!”

“No!” cried Shari, “I gave myself to her!”

The young woman’s eyes fell in embarrassment.

“I had known for a long time I was different. My father left us when I was three. Mom and I were much closer than she was with Ben and Kaye.”

“Ummm, your older brother and younger sister.”

Again Shari could not believe what this woman could pull, at will, from her reluctant mind.

“Tell me Shari.”

“Mom had invited me to sleep with her when I was troubled or frightened, like during thunderstorms. One day I tried to kiss my best friend at school. I thought she wanted it too, but I was mistaken. She was offended and told me she never wanted to see me again. That night I went to mom’s room in tears and before long I was telling her everything. That’s when she told me she had the same feelings and that’s why Dad had left us. She kissed away my tears and…”

“And,” finished Victoria, “one thing led to another and she seduced you. Let me see her Shari. Picture her in your mind.”

Try as she would to resist, the lovely face and trim body burned in her memory.

“Yes, quite attractive. No wonder she took you so easily.”

The words spilled out to this mysterious stranger.

“I moved into Mom’s room. We made love almost every night.”

“And six months later she took your virginity.”

“Yes, we had decided to make a life together. It was part of our private wedding ceremony. We exchanged rings. Mom committed herself as the dominant to taking care of me. In return I gave her my virginity. It hurt at first but after she got it past my hymen, I came several times.”

“Then why did you sleep with your brother?”

Shari burned. Was nothing sacred?

“I told Mom I wanted her forever. She said I should be sure that a woman was what I really wanted, needed. She told me I should date a boy, go to bed with him to be sure one way or the other. I knew I had no interest in boys, but to satisfy her, I tried. I dated, but just could not bring myself to go to bed with any of them. Mom insisted though that I be sure. She and I were also worried about disease, so she asked if it would be all right if Ben was the one. I was reluctant, but said OK. She had a talk with him and a few nights later he came to my room. He was older and bigger and it hurt. I hated it.”

“Yes,” smiled Victoria, “but he liked the idea of getting into his sister’s pants.”

“He talked Mom into continuing the “experiment” for a while. Within a week, he was taking me three times a day.”

“And the miscarriage?”

How could she do this, Shari wondered? She hadn’t even been thinking about that.

“I turned up pregnant. Ben and Mom and I had a talk. We agreed I would have the baby and that Mom and I would raise it. Ben wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment, but a few weeks later I lost it.”

“And your sister?”

“At one point Mom and I honestly thought Kaye was also lesbian. We decided that we wanted to ease her into our relationship without the trauma so many women go through. So Ben spent the night at a friend’s house while Mom and I planned a romantic dinner for Kaye.”

“You seduced her.”

“No… yes, I guess we did. She was so willing that we thought the three of us would be making a life together. She enjoyed the sex, but told us afterward that she had been aware for some time that she was bisexual. She said she enjoyed women but actually preferred men. She and Ben are both married now with families of their own.”

“And you and your Mother continue to be lovers.”

“Yes, we have been “married” for six years. I haven’t worn my ring while I have been here because I haven’t wanted to have to answer a lot of difficult questions.”

“Yet you wanted to seduce Kristy.”

“Kristy is beautiful, intelligent, charming and a very loving and caring person. Yes, I wanted her. At first it was purely sexual, but then I began to fall in love with her. I thought if she fell in love with me we could return home and she and Mom and I could…”

“Be a threesome,” Victoria finished it for her.

“Yes,” came the weak reply. “But what’s wrong with wanting to love her, make her happy?”

“Nothing my dear, but your wants have just become inconsequential. As a matter of fact I find it fascinating that we may invite your Mother to come join us at Carnival Erotica. I am sure my audiences will enjoy what you and your Mother could share with them!”

“No!” struggled Shari, her mind trying to fight off the power sweeping over it as a twig might fight off an avalanche.

Victoria’s eyes roamed up and down the gorgeous body.

“Entertain me, Shari.”

“No!” cried the girl.

“No Shari?”

“No,” repeated the lovely black woman slipping out of her shoes, her mouth open in astonishment.

“No, Shari?”

“No,” she said again as her own hands ripped open her blouse.

Shari’s breathing was labored. Her nest was wet as, despite herself, she found the woman sitting near the candle, sensuous, desirable.

“No, Shari?”

“… No,” she answered, but there was hesitation, her voice weaker as she shed the tattered remains of the blouse and her belt fell to the floor. On the one hand, Shari was horrified in disbelief at what she was doing, yet it was so exciting to disrobe for this woman — so beautiful, so mysterious, so erotic.

“No, Shari?”

“… I…”

In obedience her hands slid the skirt down over her shapely hips. She stood only in bra and panties.

“Come closer, Shari.”

Her will to resist melting away each moment, Shari tried to focus her mind, to defy the woman before her, but her body obeyed the power and she stepped closer to the candlelight and closer to her fate as the moth is drawn irresistibly to the flame.

“Go ahead, Shari, say no, for all the good it will do.”

“… No…” cried Shari as her hands unfastened the bra and it slid from her shoulders.

“Ah, your breasts are lovely, Shari. Full and firm. Much nicer than Kristy’s actually.”

“… No…” repeated the young woman, but her voice was pleading as she slowly brought her panties down over her hips and they fell around her ankles.

“Closer, Shari.”

“… No…” came the reply as the feverish woman drew nearer.

“… No…” pleaded Shari as Victoria’s hand cupped her breast and Shari’s nipples turned stiff and erect with excitement.

“… No…” came the breathless word, her eyes blazing as Victoria’s fingers stroked he legs, slowly moving to her thighs and finally resting in her coal black pubic hair.

“No, Shari?” asked Victoria, her fingers penetrating and finding the woman’s clitoris.

“… No… no… oh… Oh… OH!.!!!!”

Shari thrusted vigorously on the woman’s fingers. Never had she felt such emotion, such excitement, such pleasure.

Victoria’s talented fingers quickened the pace and the helpless woman orgasmed, crying out in anguish and ecstasy.

Victoria flicked her finger toward the bed where Shari lay backward, her eyes riveted to the vampire’s in the flickering light. Her body squirmed shamelessly for more. Forgotten were her fears, Kristy, the police. Shari’s entire world was now centered on the woman who stood by the bed, so beautiful, so desirable, so irresistible.

“I shall feed on your nest, Shari,” said Victoria, shedding her gown, her fangs sparkling in the candlelight, “and in the process give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible.”

Shari’s nipples stiffened again with excitement. She was beside herself with desire, her body burning for this mysterious beauty. She needed her. She wanted her. There was nothing else. Her legs spread widely, an urgent invitation to take her soaking nest.

“And when I drink of your nest Shari, you will become my devoted slave, just as Kristy has done. It will be you and your mother disrobing and committing unconscionable acts of depravity for my amusement and the amusement of my audiences.”

Shari’s eyes were wide with fright, but her nest was wet and she knew she would submit to this woman, no matter the cost.

“Say no, Shari and I shall let you walk out the door. I will not stop you. Say yes and the pleasures I will bring to you will be unimaginable.”

Her fangs fully extended, Victoria licked Shari’s labial lips.

“Give me your answer Shari!”

“Yes! Oh God yes!” screamed Shari as fangs met flesh and the rapture began.

 

Chapter 12

Kristy found herself in a strange bed as she awoke in mid afternoon. She had been carried unconscious from the arena and deposited here to sleep and rest. After fainting, she had been revived to semi-consciousness to pleasure the three audience members who all partook of her body with great zeal and delight to the vast amusement of the audience. She had been forced to perform cunnilingus on a middle aged woman while a man old enough to be her grandfather took her in the anus. The real trouble occurred, however, when a younger man, drunk, had brought a bottle of beer with him into the center ring and with a quick, powerful thrust had almost all of it into Kristy before he could be stopped. She had screamed and fainted upon which the show ended and she was carried here to be put to bed.

She rose, bathed and dressed as quickly as possible, wishing to find her Mistress. Awake only a few minutes, her heart was already aching for the sight, smell and touch of her vampire lover. Her fears were also returning. She shivered almost continuously, often throwing fearful glances over her shoulder to make sure no small pair of red eyes were preparing to render her helpless while their owner satisfied its depraved appetite.

Kristy was reaching for the door handle when it turned. At first startled, relief came flooding over her as Victoria entered with a smile.

“Feeling better dear?” asked Victoria.

“Yes, but that awful man — I thought he would split me open.”

“Unfortunate indeed. We shall see that that kind of thing does not reoccur.”

Kristy hugged her Mistress, reaching up for a brief kiss.

“You are so good to me Victoria. But why here in the number three wagon?” she asked, her insecurities again surfacing.

“We, uh, at first thought you might be seriously hurt. This was the closest wagon where we could examine you. I needed to feed, but you were in no shape…”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“It’s all right, dear. I found nourishment, but it took most of the night.”

“I won’t let you down again. Take me now if you wish,” proclaimed the girl excitedly starting to pull down her jeans and panties.

“Later dear. Right now I have some other good news.”

“What?”

“Tonight shall be a special night at Carnival Erotica. I want you to dispense with your usual act as I have something else in mind.”

“Tell me! Tell me!” pleaded Kristy.

“Not now. I want it to be a surprise. But I can promise you it will be enjoyable.”

Victoria decided not to mention who would receive that enjoyment.

Kristy, accepting that her Mistress had just put the subject to rest, unbuttoned her shirt. She had stopped wearing a bra around the wagon since Victoria liked to see her breasts move and nipples clearly defined through the fabric of her blouses. Cupping each breast and squeezing each nipple between thumb and finger to bring them erect, she smiled coyly at her Mistress/lover.

“I can think of something else quite enjoyable we could do right now.”

“I would like nothing better, but that special program tonight needs special arrangements,” said Victoria preparing to leave.

“Here, wear this tonight,” Victoria instructed, placing a small package in Kristy’s hand. From its size, it was obvious it would cover very little.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Victoria turned to leave.

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Kristy?”

“Will you feed from me tonight, after the show? It’s been so long. I miss your mouth, your teeth, your tongue.”

Victoria smiled reassuringly.

“If all goes as expected, I may have something even more special in mind for you.”

As the door closed, Kristy hugged herself, wondering how she could be so lucky to deserve a woman like Victoria.

The tent was again packed. Kristy waited with Victoria as the last few spectators were seated. She was a bit anxious, since Victoria had still not revealed the agenda for tonight’s program, but thoughts of what would come afterward danced in her head.

Victoria motioned for Kristy to wait for her introduction and walked to center ring. Kristy noticed the bed which Janeen had once used was again in the ring along with the stone altar.

“My good friends! We are again honored to have you with us at Carnival Erotica. I am your hostess Victoria. Tonight, something quite special. First, the woman you have seen deflowered, her virginity sacrificed before your very eyes. I give you… Miss Kristy Anders!”

The applause was overwhelming as Kristy walked to center ring. Victoria showed no sign of leaving, so the puzzled young woman waited for her Mistress to reveal what was in store.

“And someone you are going to find amazing and immensely satisfying. The newest member of Carnival Erotica… Miss Shari Stevens!”

Kristy was dumbfounded. Her preoccupation with Victoria had precluded her giving much thought to her friend — but Shari? Here? Part of the carnival? A performer?

She watched Shari enter, met her eyes as the beautiful black woman smiled, but Kristy returned not a smile of friendship, but the scowl of a woman suddenly aware she was looking at a potential competitor.

Shari leaned over to whisper in Victoria’s ear.

“I made the phone call, Mistress. Mother will be on a flight, first thing in the morning. She is anxious to meet you.”

“Yes,” Victoria returned the whisper, ” if she is as good as you say, the two of you should be quite an attraction.”

“I am sure that once she loves you as I do, she and I will do anything you want.”

“Anything, Shari?”

” Anything, my Mistress!”

Victoria smiled, held out her hands to either side and each young woman grasped hold.

“Each of these young women is beautiful, intelligent and worthy of my affection. Both want me as their Mistress, yet only one shall share my bed.”

Kristy now knew the nature of Victoria’s surprise. She would once again have to fight for Victoria’s affection. Well, she had done it once, she could do it again.

“What I propose is a contest. The winner shall continue as, or become, my consort. The loser shall be banished!”

There was enthusiastic applause and whistling.

“The contest shall be composed of five competitive rounds. The first of these two beauties to win three of those rounds shall win my affection!”

Victoria looked from Shari to Kristy, squeezing each hand as if to say, I really want you to win.

“The first competition requires your assistance. I want to know which of these ladies is the more beautiful. Each shall display herself to you and then you shall decide.”

Victoria released Kristy’s hand, indicating she would go first. Kristy stepped to center ring and sensuously dropped her robe. The audience liked what it saw. The black outfit she wore was composed only of strings, strategically placed. Her nipples were exposed, pushing through the crisscross pattern. Her nest and rear were virtually bare with three strands only, wrapping up and around the waist to barely conceal what Victoria and the audience did not want concealed for long.

There were the usual “Oooohs” and “Ahhhhs” as Kristy walked around the ring. She held herself as erect as possible, but she knew her breasts were small. She swayed her hips seductively and finished by blowing a kiss as she again took Victoria’s hand. She looked over at Shari.

How dare she, thought Kristy, Victoria is mine!

However, when Shari dropped her robe, Kristy knew she faced an adversary far more formidable than Janeen had ever been. Shari wore an outfit identical to Kristy’s except its color was a bright yellow.

The black woman was strikingly beautiful. Her high cheek bones and chocolate eyes and skin gave her face a classic beauty few women could match. And her body! It may as well have been sculpted by an artist. Her breasts were large, full and firm, her nipples stood high and erect. Her waist was small, almost tiny, flaring to full firm hips and legs smooth and sensuously curved. She walked with an air of assurance to the whistles and envious glances of the women in the audience. Twice, Shari turned away from the audience and bent over to grasp her ankles, baring her nest and rear to an admiring public.

As she walked past Kristy, the black competitor smiled and whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me how wonderful Victoria is? I never dreamed I could keep coming like that!”

“She’s mine!” came Kristy’s whispered, but vehement reply.

“Not any more, Sugar!”

“Bitch!” spat Kristy.

Inwardly Kristy fumed. To think this woman had once called herself a friend, and now that she, Kristy, had finally found happiness, this black slut was trying to take it away.

“Time to vote,” announced Victoria as Shari rejoined her.

“Please clap if your vote is for Kristy!”

Her heart sank as Kristy heard only a smattering of applause.

“And now those in favor of Shari!”

The applause was thunderous. Kristy felt like turning and running as her eyes caught those of Shari. The face of the woman whom she had once called her friend was supremely confident as Victoria raised her hand in victory.

“The first round of the competition goes to Shari!”

There was more applause as Shari leaned over to Kristy.

“This is going to be easier than I thought.”

Kristy’s return expression was filled with nothing by loathing and contempt.

“Time for the second round,” announced Victoria. “I relish a woman’s orgasm. Let us see how many times these lovely ladies can bring themselves to ecstasy in, let us say, three minutes.”

Kristy had masturbated since childhood. Always sensitive and possessed of an active and highly erotic imagination, she slipped off the stringed outfit, wanting complete nudity and the leers of the audience to help promote her mental imagery.

“Go!” announced Victoria.

Kristy closed her eyes knowing the only image she would need to bring her to climax again and again. Her mind took her back to the first night when Victoria had seduced her, while one hand cupped and squeezed her breast and the other quickly found her clitoris. She came almost immediately and thought again of seeing Victoria’s fangs, feeling them bite into her virgin vagina. The second orgasm swept over her. Her nipples remained hard as the thought of Victoria sucking her blood and clitoris, brought Kristy to climax again and again and again.

Victoria was beside herself with delight, standing between the two women and feeling each shudder of delight as fingers worked their magic and vaginal juices flowed.

Shari, also now nude, was a sensuous woman, but her pleasures with masturbation had been few for the last six years, her mother there to provide sexual satisfaction whenever she wanted. Too, even her earlier pleasures with masturbation had been long, leisurely and dreamy experiences under the covers at night. She also, unlike

Kristy, was not yet accustomed to such performances before an audience. So, even though by totally focusing her erotic imagery on what had happened last night in Victoria’s wagon, she climaxed only twice with loud grunts which the audience seemed to especially enjoy. When Victoria announced that time was up, Shari had still not orgasmed a third time.

“Nicely done Shari!” announced Victoria. “Two orgasms!”

The crowd showed its hearty approval.

“But with no less than five orgasms, our winner is Kristy!”

Kristy could not resist. Amidst the applause she leaned over to Shari.

“Problem with frigidity, bitch?”

It was now Shari’s turn to burn. A determination was building in her, primarily from a desire to have Victoria possess her, but also from the frustration of never having seduced this attractive blonde. Unbeknown to Shari, Victoria was freeing Shari’s repressed desires and the aggression which accompanied them.

Shari was now totally committed to eliminating anything or anyone who would stand between Victoria and her.

“Our third event also involves these beautiful bodies orgasming. This time, however,” smiled Victoria mischievously, “they must bring each other to climax. Whoever brings the other to climax first, is the winner!”

The two naked women moved to the bed.

“Who shall…” started Victoria.

“I want on top!” Shari stated quickly.

“Objections?” asked Victoria.

“No,” said Kristy defiantly, not realizing she was playing into Shari’s hands. She lay on her back, legs spread while the beautiful black woman straddled her, facing the other direction so that both now faced the nest of the other.

“Ladies, you may begin!” smiled Victoria.

Kristy almost gasped as Shari’s strong and lengthy tongue penetrated her, finding her clit immediately. It was several seconds before she could focus her attention somewhere other than the mound being stimulated so effectively by her rival. Her own lips met Shari’s nest and she drove her tongue as deeply as possible.

What Kristy had not at first realized, was that by being on top, Shari could not only increase the penetration of her own tongue in Kristy, but also decrease Kristy’s effectiveness by rising slightly whenever the stimulation stared to become intense. What Kristy also did not know, was of Shari’s and her mother’s relationship and their oft practiced proficiency at providing pleasure to another woman.

Kristy’s only experience with a woman prior to being seduced by Victoria, was with her sister one winter night when the two teenagers had become snowbound in a cabin during a skiing vacation. Their parents were supposed to have met them at the cabin but were themselves snowed in some thirty miles away.

Kristy’s mind, despite her best efforts not to do so, began to wander back to that exciting evening–

Andrea, her older sister, had insisted on preparing a dinner by candlelight. Afterward there was wine, perhaps a bit too much, and pleasant music.

“Let’s dance, Kristy,” suggested the lovely brunette, sweeping Kristy into her arms and bringing their bodies close as they swayed to the soft romantic strains.

“If I didn’t know better,” smiled Kristy, “I might think you were trying to seduce me.”

“Now why would I want to do that? Just because you’re beautiful with a body every boy and girl in school would like to undress.”

“Andrea!”

“Well, it’s true.”

Andrea led her to the bearskin rug lying in front of the crackling fire. They continued to sip the wine, Kristy becoming light headed.

“You’re just as pretty as I am,” smiled Kristy.

“You really think so?” answered her sister, unbuttoning her shirt.

“Would you like to see?” teased the older sister.

The mood was playful so Kristy obliged.

“Sure, Sis, I’ve never seen you completely naked.”

As her sister teased off her clothes, Kristy finished her glass and poured another.

“Oh, no” chided the brunette, now standing in only her panties, her thumbs hooked seductively under the waistband. “Now it’s your turn.”

Embarrassed, but not wanting to spoil the fun, Kristy performed a strip tease to the appreciative looks of her sister.

The mood turned from frivolous to erotic, however, as they simultaneously slid their panties down and each heart suddenly pounded with excitement.

“I can’t,” said Kristy, as Andrea pulled her onto the rug.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, Kristy.”

“But…”

Andrea’s lips were warm, soft and wet against her own.

“Oh, God, Andrea, we shouldn’t…”

She felt the touch of fingers in her nest hair.

“I can’t Andrea. I’ve never let anyone touch me there.”

“Then let’s touch ourselves. Let’s come together.”

They lay side by side. Kristy watched Andrea close her eyes as one hand found her breast while the other began exploring her nest —

Her mind snapped back to the present.

I must not do this! she thought to herself, trying to focus on keeping her tongue moving across Shari’s clit.

I must concentrate on something else, she told herself. I must think of anything else, anything besides the cabin and Andrea and–

Kristy lay back. Excited, but still unsure, she tentatively pinched her nipples as her own eyes fluttered closed. She couldn’t deny that her nest was already soaking and there seemed no harm, so she let one hand drift across her vaginal lips and enter her treasure. She began thrusting slightly and within moments vivid images began playing in her mind. Her breathing was heavy and she began moaning softly as her temperature soared and her need became unbearable. She sensed her climax building and increased her stimulation to bring it sweeping across her.

Suddenly her hand was swept aside and before she could react, a tongue, warm and soft flicked across her clitoris with amazing speed.

“No, Andrea!” she moaned, unable to pull away as the stimulation became even more rapid.

“No!… Oh… Oh… OH… OH, OH, OH!!!!”–

“OH! OH!” cried Kristy as her nest rose to meet Shari’s tongue.

Andrea’s tongue had been strong like that, she thought, flitting over her clit rapidly, her lips kissing, her mouth sucking.

Shari smiled inwardly as she felt Kristy’s mouth pull away from her nest, for it could mean only one thing.

“Oh, God, NO!” screamed Kristy, but she knew it was too late. The orgasm swept over her and she shivered visibly.

Shari painfully pinched Kristy’s breast as she arose to the accolades of the crowd.

“One more and you’re history!” she said to her naked rival who still lay trying to catch her breath.

“Nicely done Shari” Victoria whispered in congratulations, “I imagine your mother is very appreciative of the talents of your mouth and tongue.”

“It’s what she like best, Mistress. I will also be happy to put my talents to work between your beautiful legs.”

“Later, dear. For the moment, we have a contest to finish.”

Shari smiled, looking back at Kristy, shaken and visibly weaker in both body and spirit.

“And now for the fourth test!” announced Victoria. “Again we solicit your assistance to see which of these women can pleasure the most men within ten minutes. Now, if those of you who would like to participate will just step forward…”

Every man in the audience hurried forward and three lines of men were formed for each woman. Kristy and Shari would be taken in mouth, nest and rear as each would try to elicit the most orgasms in the willing participants. As each man orgasmed, he would be replaced immediately by another for the duration of the contest.

Both naked women went to all fours. All of the men already had their pants down and erections ready. Two men, one for each woman, laid on their backs awaiting their prize.

“Begin!” called out Victoria and both women were attacked with a fury matched only by their own desperation to win Victoria. Kristy literally jumped onto the man beneath her. She also felt the burning of invasion as her anus was violated and her mouth was filled at almost the same instant. She used her mouth and throat as a vagina, running the man’s penis first far down her throat, then back into her mouth to suck it vigorously, then back down again as quickly as possible.

The man in her rectum orgasmed quickly and was replaced by another, an older man who was so excited he had no more than entered her, until he ejaculated and was replaced by still another. The man beneath her came, but she had to wait until the man now in her rear climaxed before she could lift herself over and onto the next prone figure with his erect and waiting shaft. Her mouth was suddenly full of semen and she pushed away the man to take another rod in her mouth. All this had taken place within the first minute. She glanced over to see Shari, literally jumping up and down on a gigantic shaft, her rear and mouth full as well.

Again Kristy’s mouth felt warm stickiness and she pulled away to find another shaft to pleasure. Her entire body was in motion as one after another, they violated her and shot their semen into her and walked away, only to be replaced by another eager and quivering lance.

“Seven minutes remaining,” announced Victoria to the audience, most of whom were now in the center ring. “At this point it’s Shari eighteen, Kristy seventeen!”

Upon hearing that, both women redoubled their efforts, Kristy in near frenzy knowing she was behind and Shari taking nothing for granted in so close a contest. What was worse for Kristy was that she felt herself tiring rapidly. She still moved with all the vigor she could muster, but she knew she couldn’t keep us this pace much longer. Another orgasm and then another. A second glance at her rival was disheartening as it seemed that Shari was, if anything, humping and thrusting with even more abandon than before. Two men orgasmed simultaneously in the black woman’s mouth and anus as Kristy watched. But Kristy would never give up. She
loved Victoria too much and so on and on she pumped and sucked, hoping for a miracle.

“Four minutes left,” Victoria told the crowd. “Shari thirty-one, Kristy twenty-nine!”

Kristy was exhausted. Her recent ordeal with Victoria’s infant had left her weakened. She knew, in the deep recesses of her mind, that she would never totally recover. She had lost her health, her vitality. Tonight’s prior trials had drained her, but even being raped by six men could not compare to the sexual marathon in which she was now engaged. She gagged as yet another phallus ejaculated down her throat, yet, somehow, she reached out to take another. Her nest and rear were both oozing semen every time a man stepped back to be replaced. Pain was meaningless. Everything she had ever wanted was at stake.

Why, Victoria, why? she wondered? as she climbed atop yet another shaft and began a mindless humping, why must I continue to prove myself to you!

There was no answer, only the continuous parade of men penetrating, violating and debasing. Another orgasm and another.

“One minute!” declared the Mistress. “Shari, forty-seven, Kristy, forty-four!”

Victoria herself had never experienced this magnitude of orgasmic excess. She was quivering with joy.

Kristy was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks as semen dripped down her throat and the three men inside her experienced simultaneous orgasms.

“Thirty seconds,” shouted Victoria over the din of the excited crowd. “Shari still ahead by three orgasms!”

Kristy felt her heart would break. She started to give up, quit before the time was up, but something kept driving her. In absolute desperation, she expended every last bit of energy and brought orgasms in mouth and anus.

“Ten seconds!” cried Victoria as the crowd began to cheer as they would for a long distance runner nearing the finish line.

“Shari, fifty-five, Kristy, fifty two!”

Never make it, Kristy thought to herself, but in that same split second her creative and resourceful nature did not fail her. She grabbed another penis, opened her mouth to its painful limits and took it in addition to one already there while grabbing the shafts of two men on either side of her with her hands. Never, aside from the orgasms she experienced with Victoria, did her body cavort in such wild abandon. Her heart felt as if it would jump from her chest. She was hyperventilating, but as the blackness of unconsciousness fell across her, she felt all six men fill her with sperm.

“Time!” cried Victoria as Kristy fainted atop the man she had just brought to climax.

“Incredibly ladies and gentlemen, the final score is Shari, fifty-eight and Kristy… fifty-eight! We have a tie!”

There was pandemonium as the entire audience now stood around the perimeter of the ring and applauded thunderously as Victoria held Shari’s tired hand in the air. Then she reached down to help a dazed Kristy to her feet, as consciousness slowly returned, and thrust her hand into the air as well.

Both women were utterly exhausted and Kristy swayed and fell to her knees as the applause continued.

Finally, Victoria held up her hands to quiet the crowd. When some degree of order was restored, she spoke.

“A tie means nothing. We must break the tie to see if a final round will be necessary. Any suggestions?”

There was a moment of silence which was finally broken by a deep, burley voice.

“I think I know a way!”

Victoria and the audience turned to see a huge man rise from his seat and come forward. Kristy, still on her knees, and Shari were both in disbelief as the man stepped to center ring. He stood over seven feet tall and weighed over three hundred and fifty pounds, every ounce muscle. He took down his pants at which the audience, Shari and Kristy gasped. Even Victoria experienced a slight intake of air as the man held up a penis half the length of a baseball bat and almost as big around. It rose to stand straight as he looked at the two naked young women.

“If either one of them can take this and take it all, she deserves to win!”

The audience howled in approval. Even Victoria was swept up by the moment.

“You obviously approve and so do I!”

She looked to the two women.

“First one to take him all, wins the round!”

Shari rose and walked to the bed where she lay on her back. The giant finished undressing and supported himself above her, his arms above and to the side of her head, his member poised above her outspread legs. Shari took the monstrous rod in both hands, not able to reach around it. As she brought it toward her nest, the man lowered himself. As penis met vaginal opening, Shari gasped. She pulled the rock hard shaft against her hole. She tried thrusting against it but to no avail.

“Let me, Honey,” he said, lowering the huge member straight into her.

“Oh God!” she screamed, the look of excruciating pain on her face. He pushed slightly and several inches disappeared into the beautiful black vagina.

Shari grunted, biting her lip and drawing blood to try to endure the unendurable.

He thrusted once again and eight more inches were embedded in a body never intended to suffer such violation. Shari screamed at the top of her voice.

“I can’t take it! I can’t take it! You’re ripping me apart!”

“But I don’t have it in more than fourteen or fifteen inches. ”

The audience roared and the man withdrew as Shari clutched herself and tried to regain her breath.

He looked to Kristy, whose eyes held nothing but fright.

“How about you, cute little virgin?” he said obviously having seen her act before. “You’re the one who cannot afford to lose!”

Kristy knew he was right. She also knew he would rupture her, perhaps kill her outright. Desperation drove her to her decision. She had to win, had to reclaim her place by Victoria’s side, regardless of the cost.

Motioning him to the stone altar, she had him lie down on his back, his ramrod erection sticking straight up. Remembering her initiation at the hands of the six carnival brutes, how she had had no time to think, no time to react, no time to resist, she climbed onto the altar, standing astride of the huge member. Lowering herself to the point where the gigantic head was against her labial lips, she looked once to Shari in triumph, to Victoria in dedication and them to the man below.

“How long?” she asked.

“Twenty-one inches!” he grinned, “and eight inches around!”

Shuddering, Kristy closed her eyes. She let her feet slide off the sides of the altar bringing her full body weight crashing down and burying the massive rod within her. Her scream was piercing and she would have welcomed the darkness of fainting, but even as her body was tearing to take him, she bore down and down. He, for the first time, buried this deeply, thrusted upward to met her downward strokes and by the third stroke she had him all. He rammed upward again and again, her body now yielding to his overpowering strength. Kristy felt her insides rupturing, knew she could never satisfy a man again, if she lived. So horrendous was the pain, it had an almost numbing effect and so even though she had already taken him completely, she rode the wildly bucking body until she felt a hot river spew her insides full. He continued to thrust as his ejaculation was prolonged in length as well as massive in magnitude. At last he grunted with finality and the torture was at an end. He helped her back off, his rod withdrawing as a sword might be withdrawn from a fallen soldier. There was blood, but not as much as Kristy had expected. She fell to her knees, her insides bursting.

“Kristy,” Victoria asked as she bent down to help the girl to her feet, “are you all right?”

“I…”

The arena was swimming as Victoria raised her hand in victory.

“I… I have to go… Oh god!”

Kristy Anders, after suffering every other conceivable indignity, lost control of her bowels and bladder at the same moment. As she fainted into the peaceful oblivion of unconsciousness, she did not hear the standing ovation the audience afforded her for this unexpected and totally gratifying touch of depravity.

Chapter 13

“Wake up, Kristy!” commanded Shari as she threw the bucket of water on the unconscious woman, serving to both wash her off and rouse her.

“Wha…”

Kristy was utterly depleted. Her eyes fluttered open to see Shari standing over her, bucket in hand.

“Get up if you can! Otherwise Victoria becomes mine by default!”

The exhausted young blonde was cramping so badly she clutched her lower abdomen, the tears running down her cheeks. She looked down in horror to see her vagina stretched and torn to the degree that the pop bottle which had caused her so much pain only last night, could now have been completely inserted into her without even touching her vaginal lips.

She turned to her Mistress who stood waiting, an expectant look on her face. The audience was abuzz, for now would come the final and deciding event.

“Throw in the towel, Kristy,” prodded Shari, “you can’t beat me.”

Kristy’s anger flared, but her adrenaline was exhausted and she had nothing left to call upon. Wearily she staggered to her feet, desperate to win this one final contest and have Victoria claim her once again. She swayed from weakness and pain. The bleeding continued as did the cramps, dizziness now adding to her handicap and making it hard to stand erect.

“My friends,” called out Victoria, “Kristy and Shari have now each won two events, leaving us with the fifth and decisive contest.”

She indicated a strap-on dildo nearly as large in size as that of the giant who had impaled Kristy. It lay on the altar.

“We shall now see how badly these women really want to share my bed. They will fight for me. The first to disable her opponent, deliver the coup-de-grace completely in her rear and achieve orgasm doing it I shall claim as my lover. The other shall be banished forever!”

Shari smiled with confidence as she met Kristy’s gaze. Kristy could barely move, let alone fight.

“Let the contest begin!” commanded Victoria, stepping back out of the ring.

Kristy saw Shari assume a practiced crouch, her hands in front in a ready position so familiar to those who practice the martial arts.

“Three years in Karate, Kristy. Give it up!” said Shari.

It seemed hopeless. Fatigued to the point her mind, let alone her body, was refusing to obey her intentions, Kristy, nonetheless was doggedly determined.

The two nude combatants circled each other slowly, the distance between them narrowing. Suddenly, without warning and far too quickly for Kristy to react, Shari spun and kicked with her foot, catching the blonde on the side of the head sending
her sprawling. Kristy looked up, her head ringing, bright spots before her eyes.

“Kristy,” whispered Shari so no one else could hear, “we were friends. I don’t want to have to hurt you. Stay down. Give up!”

Kristy gasped for air and lunged, catching Shari momentarily off guard. She grabbed the black woman who fell backward, Kristy landing on top of her. Kristy began raining blows on her opponent as fast as she could, but she was weak and the blows were largely ineffectual, although she did connect just below Shari’s eye, raising a large whelp.

Shari rolled away quickly, determined not to allow herself to be surprised again.

On her feet immediately, Shari circled as Kristy struggled to one knee and finally staggered to her feet.

Shari feinted to the left and as Kristy clumsily attempted to react, another spinning move and a foot smashed into Kristy’s face breaking her nose and again sending her flat on her back.

Again Shari came close, but this time with her guard up.

“Stay down, Kristy. Stay down or I’ll really have to hurt you!”

Blood ran from her nose and Kristy was having trouble focusing her eyes. She gasped for breath to try to summon energy from somewhere, anywhere, but her body had given all it could and her knees trembled as she tried to stand.

“”I’ll never give her up to you, never!” she said, her speech slurred from swollen lips.

“I tried, Kristy. I really tried to make this easy for you, but you asked for this!” whispered Shari, delivering a hard kick to Kristy’s midsection. Her eyes bulged as the air left her lungs and as her body doubled over in agony, a second kick came up directly in her face followed by a vicious punch to her throat. Kristy’s eyes rolled back as her legs collapsed beneath her and she fell unconscious to the floor.

The crowd was ecstatic. Shari looked to Victoria.

“She’s out cold. Please Mistress, let it end now.”

“Finish it!” was Victoria’s reply, “if you expect to share my bed tonight!”

Shari dragged the unconscious woman to the altar where she draped Kristy across the cold hard stone, face down. Shari strapped on the dildo for all to see. What they could not see was the six inch dildo which protruded back into Shari’s nest from the back side. It was obviously designed to administer punishment from one side while providing orgasmic pleasure from the other. Amid shouts of encouragement, she positioned herself behind Kristy who was beginning to moan as she drifted back to awareness. Both eyes were nearly shut, her nose and mouth continued to bleed, her two front teeth had been broken out. Hardly able to raise her head and able to offer no resistance at all, she looked back to her victorious opponent.

“If you bury that in me, it will probably kill me,” she said weakly, looking at the monstrous dildo.

“I know. I’m sorry,” was Shari’s quiet reply.

Shari looked a final time to Victoria hoping for a reprieve. Banishment and Victoria for herself was all the satisfaction she needed, but the Mistress already had her hand up and pointed emphatically downward with her thumb. The audience roared its approval.

Kristy found Shari’s eye a final time. She realized Janeen had been right. It had been her obsessive love of Victoria which had blinded her to the fact that no one could ever satisfy the sexual appetite of this vampire/Mistress.

“And what do you do for an encore? What about tomorrow night? Next week? Next month?” she breathed, her words audible only to the former friend who stood ready to impale her.

Shari looked up to Victoria in momentary confusion.

Now Shari. Do it now, for me!

Kristy screamed herself to hoarseness as Shari added her full body weight to the force of the thrust and Kristy’s anus was torn asunder. Shari pounded the young woman unmercifully, reaching to pull Kristy’s cheeks apart so the dildo could penetrate the tender flesh even further.

Her anus being torn and ripped apart as her vagina had been earlier, there was no man large enough to gain any satisfaction now from her once beautiful and satisfyingly tight orifices. Again Shari thrust with all her might and again and again.

Kristy could barely utter any sound now as her vocal chords were strained and raw from her intense screaming.

At last a final powerful thrust from Shari and the leather of the belt smacked Kristy’s buttock.

“She has it all mistress!”

“Not enough! I want your orgasm too!”

Shari had, of course, felt the dildo in her own nest while raping Kristy’s anus, but she had derived no pleasure from it, knowing the damage she was doing to the petite blonde she had once called friend. With Victoria’s directive, however, she had no choice. She could not fool Victoria. Her orgasm must be real.

She unbuckled the strap, but left the dildo buried in Kristy’s rear as she rolled the helpless woman onto her back. Shari then straddled Kristy’s head as she leaned back intending to enter Kristy’s nest with her fingers. To her surprise her entire fist slipped easily into the young woman. Shari lowered her nest onto Kristy’s mouth. Kristy’s arms were splayed helplessly as she simply could no longer offer any resistance.

“Sorry, Kristy, but I’ve wanted to do this since the first day we met!”

Shari began thrusting on the mouth which her vaginal lips soon forced open in acceptance. Kristy was beyond lucidity, conscious but unaware, her body was like that of a rag doll.

“I have you Kristy!” shouted Shari. “I am filling your ass, your pussy and your mouth!”

The frequency and intensity of her thrusting increased until she was bouncing up and down on the hapless girl’s mouth.

“Eat me Kristy! Eat me!” she cried to the delight of the spectators.

From some recess deep within, a small spark of awareness flickered and Kristy responded to the woman she too had secretly lusted for. Kristy’s tongue reached and found Shari’s clit while Kristy’s own nest began to thrust on Shari’s fist. The two women drove themselves to pleasure and be pleasured by the other.

Yes, come to me my beautiful pets!

The unspoken command was overpowering for them both. Their orgasms were simultaneous, violent and prolonged.

Kristy’s body, with nothing left to give, betrayed her and she fainted, her arms and legs dangling limply as Shari continued to thrust wildly on the unconscious girl’s mouth as multiple orgasms shook her body. Finally, she too, completely exhausted, was greeted by Victoria who held up her hand in victory. The applause was deafening.

“Visit us again tomorrow night,” invited Victoria, “and our newest attraction, Shari will once again delight your sexual fancy!”

There was again tremendous applause as the house lights came on and the spectators began leaving.

Shari went to Kristy, withdrew the dildo as gently as possible and carried her to the bed where she laid the unconscious body atop the covers.

“Darling, you were magnificent tonight!” said Victoria, kissing Shari deeply and squeezing her breast slightly causing the younger woman to orgasm. “I am expecting great things from you and your mother.”

“I will try not to disappoint you Mistress.”

“Take heed what happens when you do,” said Victoria, pointing to the pathetic, broken figure lying on the bed.

Victoria gestured to the dildo.

“When the time comes Shari, will you bury that in your mother as you did Kristy tonight?”

“If that is your wish, Mistress. I will take no joy in hurting her, but no one, not even my mother, shall ever come between us.”

Shari looked to the battered and beaten woman on the bed.

“What will become of her?” she asked.

“Kristy has one last function to perform. She will fulfill her destiny tonight.”

Victoria tenderly wiped Kristy’s face with a damp cloth. She looked at the broken bleeding nose, the swollen eyes, the missing teeth and thought sadly how this beautiful, vivacious and captivating woman had, in such a short time, become so ugly, unfulfilling and tedious.

Kristy coughed up blood as her eyes opened, but there was again only loving devotion for the woman who had brought her to this.

Victoria took her hand.

“I’m sorry, Kristy, I truly am, that it had to end this way. Your company and your body have afforded me much pleasure.”

“But…” Kristy started weakly.

“It pains me to have to tell you, but Shari is my love now. She is stronger, more willing, more able.”

Kristy started to beg, thought better of it. She knew she had lost, the contest and Victoria.

“Then I am to be vanquished, discarded, left to live my life in misery without you?”

“Not at all, my dear. It is again my time for birthing. You have an important role to play… if you wish.”

Despite all, Kristy looked into the eyes of her Mistress with adoration.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Very well dear. Shari, will you close the tent flaps and tell the tent crew outside we are not to be disturbed under any circumstances?”

Shari nodded and left.

“What will you do?”

“Implant my egg in you where it will hatch.”

“I’m… I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

“Yes dear, you are. The hatchling will feed on your organs while it grows. There will be some pain, but not as much as you have suffered tonight,” she lied.

“This was your plan for me all along?” asked the girl quietly.

“Yes, Kristy. All my human lovers eventually fulfill their ultimate fate, giving their lives so my kind can survive.”

Kristy closed her eyes briefly and her thoughts were of the past two months. Despite all, she was warmed.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” she asked weakly.

“The best I’ve ever had,” comforted Victoria. “My brightest star which burned itself out so quickly.”

She looked into those all seeing eyes as Victoria squeezed her hand and kissed her lightly, affectionately on the forehead.

“I’m ready.”

Shari returned and, under Victoria’s tutelage, helped tie Kristy’s hands and feet with soft leather straps in a spread eagled fashion to the head and foot boards of the bed. Victoria then opened her robe and Kristy saw she wore nothing underneath. Straddling the young woman’s head so her nest was very close to Kristy’s mouth, Victoria slowly lowered her nest onto the waiting lips.

“Take a deep breath and open your mouth, Kristy,” instructed Victoria, a second before vagina met lips. Kristy had never tasted anything as sweet. Her tongue probed to find Victoria’s pleasure mound, but found instead a hard obstruction. Feeling like the head of a large penis, the shaft began to penetrate Kristy’s mouth and throat.

“Swallow, Kristy! Take it deep within you!”

The shaft filled her throat completely and Kristy thought she would choke. Still it grew. Kristy’s eyes widened as she felt it snake through into her stomach, and still it moved deeper into her. There was severe pain now as it penetrated the small intestine. Kristy’s eyes watered, but her scream was stifled as the egg tube burst into the large intestine.

Victoria’s breathing became rapid and her eyes glazed as she began convulsing.

“Any moment now, Kristy!” she grunted.

Her muscles were taut and straining. Perspiration flowed from her entire body.

Kristy, in her own agony of pain and suffocation, wanted desperately to help, but could do nothing. Shari also started to rush to her Mistress’ side, but was waved away.

Kristy felt an enlargement of the shaft come from Victoria’s nest as if something large were being forced through it. The pain was again acute as the enlargement forced its way down her throat and into her internal organs.
Suddenly a tremor ran through Victoria’s body. She convulsed a final time as Kristy felt a new pain inside her as if a new invasion of her body was taking place.

“Yes, Kristy, Yes! You have my egg!” breathed Victoria elatedly.

The egg shaft withdrew, retracting back into Victoria’s nest. Kristy gasped for air as the older woman dismounted her.

“Can you feel it within you, Kristy?”

“Yes, Mistress. It moves.”

“That is the fetus within the egg sac. It grows very rapidly. Soon it will break the egg sac.”

She could almost feel it grow as her organs, already damaged, were being shoved aside to accommodate the growth within her.

“Are you in much pain, dear?” asked Victoria sincerely.

“No, I… Oh… Oh… there is some, yes!” Kristy gasped as more organs were compressed to near rupturing to accommodate the rapid growth.

Shari and Victoria both watched in fascination as Kristy’s belly began distending. Within seconds, she looked as if she might be several months pregnant. As they watched, her belly was violently stretched first in one direction, then another. Kristy bit her lip to keep from screaming with the pain.

“It’s breaking through. My child is being born!” beamed Victoria.

Suddenly the distention stopped. Kristy felt a sudden coolness within her. Victoria, sensing the change explained in a reassuring voice.

“The sac has burst. My baby is within you.”

“But…” Kristy started to ask, frightened something might be wrong.

“It is simply resting,” answered Victoria. “Soon it will begin feeding and clawing its way into the world. That is when you must be brave, Kristy.”

The young woman looked once again at her vampire/Mistress.

“Then I haven’t long.”

“No, dear. Three or four minutes at most.”

Sad, uncertain eyes met those of Victoria.

“Then please tell me Victoria, tell me you loved me.”

Kristy felt a sharp fresh pain deep within her.

“I shall never forget you, Kristy. You have brought me great pleasure and happiness.”

The pain was stronger now, sharper, more intense. Victoria read her face.

“It feeds. Your pain will become great. I am sorry.”

Shari reached up to hold one of her bound hands. Their eyes met.

“I’m sorry, Kristy,” she cried, tears running down her face. “I’m so sorry!”

The pain was moving now as if the creature within was feeding first on one organ then another. Blood began to seep from Kristy’s vagina and anus. Her body trembled with the pain as the sharp knife like stabs became rips and tears and Kristy’s belly began the contorted distentions once again. This time, however, they were even more violent.

“It’s all right dear. Scream if you want.” encouraged Victoria, but though her face was contorted in unbearable agony, only an occasional grunt passed Kristy’s lips.

She felt suddenly weak and sick, realizing a vital organ had been bitten or ripped asunder. Her head began violently tossing from side to side as her belly was heaved up more than six inches before subsiding momentarily.

“It’s coming. You’re giving birth to my child!” Victoria breathed, her eyes alight.

“Uhhhh,” grunted Kristy as she felt her insides literally being torn to shreds, her strength failing fast.

“Victoria, I loved you!” she managed before the next wave of pain took her breath.

“As I loved you. Good-bye my lovely Kristy.”

“Good-bye my lov…”

Her body convulsed, blood trickled from her mouth, her eyes glazed and she was gone.

Victoria looked to the weeping Shari who buried her head on the shoulder of the older woman.

There was a cracking noise as bones shattered and Kristy’s belly split wide open. A hideous head appeared looking about. Victoria plucked it from the inert body and wrapped it lovingly in the folds of her robe.,

Looking to Shari’s frightened eyes, Victoria smiled reassuringly.

“You shall come to love it as your own.”

Her mind reached out and Shari obeyed, ingloriously shoving Kristy’s lifeless body onto the floor.

“We shall find a place to bury her later,” said Victoria, “but for now we are hungry!”

Shari disrobed and lay back on the bed, spreading her arms and legs.

“Perhaps I shall have your mother nurse him after she arrives,” said Victoria.

The Mistress laid the small creature against Shari’s chest where its fangs buried deeply into her breast eliciting a gasp of simultaneous horror and erotic delight.

Victoria then lay beside her newly found prize, her head to Shari’s nest.

A new pair of fangs found their reward and as two sets of sucking sounds softly filtered into the far reaches of the tent, the only other sound was the soft voice of a beautiful black woman.

“Yes!… Yes… Oh YES!!!”

THE END