Feature Writer: Vincemt4fun /
Feature Title:  Turning to Darkness /
Contact: victor4fun4ever@yahoo
Story Codes: Incest, Mg, MFg, Rape, Non-Consensual, Violence, Forced Lesbianism, Anal, Vampire, Blood play, Supernatural /
Synopsis: An abused girl ends up in the house of a one hundred year old vampire that has the appearance of a young child /

 

 

Turning to Darkness

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 1

Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy fourteen year old girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the kids either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occasionally set her up for humiliating little jokes.

Although Rachel said more than once, “I hate you and I never want to see you again.”

She would eventually hang out with them again. Anything was better than being alone. School was hard, but it was nothing compared to her home life.

Her dad had always been short tempered, but since the death of Rachel’s mom, he had increasingly become an out of control monster. At first things were just a bit more nasty than normal. He would yell more and was quick to slap her if she talked back. Rachel did her best to stay out of his way and not make him angry. This worked most of the time, except when he was really drunk. When he was like that, anything she said or did could rub her dad the wrong way and set him off.

The real bad stuff didn’t start happening until a few months ago. It had become normal for Rachel’s dad to get drunk Friday night and come home with some woman and fuck her brains out. Rachel did her best to ignore the noise and pretend it never happened. But quickly the quality of women he brought home declined. Very few were willing to go on a second date with him.

Eventually there came a night when he arrived home alone. Disturbed by the lack of usual noise, Rachel came out of her room to see what was going on. She was never sure what she said or did to piss off her dad so much, but before she knew it he slapped her so hard her head rang. Rachel felt like she was out of her own body, a third person watching as a man rapped some poor girl. A small part of her knew it was her daddy violating her, taking her virginity away, but it all seemed so unreal.

When Rachel came to her senses again she was in her bed. She had not really passed out but she had been so dazed that she had no real control over herself. Her dad was sobbing next to her bed. She watched him for a while, not wanting to say anything. Then he noticed her gaze and quickly started to apologize. That is when the real nightmare began. He hugged her and kissed her, then his large hands started fondling her small breasts.

He kept saying, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but now I just need you.”

This time Rachel was completely awake and aware, yet she was paralyzed with uncertainty. What should she do? He was trying to be nice, but he was trying to have sex with her, again. She knew she should tell him to stop, but that would only make him mad she guessed. He would hit her again and rape her again. Her dad was a large strong man and she knew that in a struggle she would always lose. As his fingers stroked her recently ravaged pussy Rachel bit her lip trying not to yelp in pain.

“I’m sorry baby, daddy will kiss it and make it feel better.” He said.

Then he grabbed her legs, spread them wide and started licking her little cunt.

She gasped and whimpered, “No, no.”

But he ignored her. Her dad slurped her poor lithe pussy then he fucked her good and hard for a long, long time. Rachel felt like her insides were being torn apart. His cock was really way too big for her inexperienced cunt. By the time he was done, Rachel was sure that she would die from the abuse, she wished that she would. The head lines would read “Local teenage girl fucked to death by her own father.” That almost made her laugh, as her daddy staggered off to his own bed, his cock leaking a trail of cum across the floor.

But Rachel did not die. The next morning she woke up to find her bed was a mess, but there was not really a lot of blood. Her body hurt, especially between her legs, but she could still move. Life went on. Her dad said nothing about it, neither did she.

A few days passed before it happened again.

This time she resisted, “Please daddy don’t do it. That other time was a mistake, its OK, but if you do it again I will hate you forever.”

But he was in no mood to reason with his daughter, “Your mine, you lil bitch, I’m gonna fuck you any time and any way I want to.” He yelled as he shook her like a rag doll.

To prove the point, he slammed her body to the floor, pushed her knees up to her ears then ripped off her panties. He fucked her so hard that he knocked the breath out of her. All she could do was gasp desperately for air between each downward thrust. Her daddy rapped her cunt like this for only a few minutes before he came.

A brutal rape but a quick one, she was thinking but no he was not done. He was still hard so he aimed at her asshole.

“No, no please, I’ll do anything just don’t do that.” She begged.

Her dad smiled. Soon Rachel was on her hands and knees taking his cock into her mouth. He let her awkwardly suck and lick him before taking hold of her young head and face fucking her. When he finally came he had his cock stuffed so far down her throat that she could hardly even taste it at all.

One morning, a few days later, in class, later Rachel burst out laughing, then ran sobbing from the room. The realization that she had become her daddy’s slut literally to save her ass was both funny and terrible. Of course the worst part was that it was only a temporary way to stop him. Sooner or later he would get made and fuck her up the ass. Of course Rachel could explain none of this to her friends at school.

What could she do?

This became the burning question in her mind.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 2

It had been about a year since the last time Rachel had dreamed about the Shadow Prince. When she was very small she use to think he was real, but later realized he must be a figment of her own imagination. However he was not like other imaginary friends, he was more like a phantom uncle.

Every so often he would come to town, pay a few social calls then be off again on some mysterious adventure. Each visit followed a similar pattern, the Shadow Prince would dance with Rachel’s mother then when mom was tired, he would put her to bed and spend some time with Rachel.

With out ever thinking about it, Rachel had been convinced that with her mother gone, the Shadow Prince would pay no more visits, so she was very surprised to see him in her dreams one night. “Your room smells of fear little princess, what troubles you?” he asked. Rachel babbled out the entire story of her life over the past few months, all the things she wanted to say to someone but had kept hidden.

She sobbed as she explained how her father rapped her, taken her virginity and now used her for sex almost every day. It was no longer painful, but each time seemed every bit as humiliating. The Shadow Prince stood tall and motionless as she talked, his face always hidden, yet she somehow knew he was paying attention.

When she was finally done the telling of her abuse at the hands of her father, the Shadow Prince turned his gaze from her to the bedroom door, as if looking beyond it into the rest f the house.

“Two questions you must answer: What do you want? How can you get it?” He said seriously. “If you fail, you will be nothing but a pathetic pawn, a sex toy for your father. He will use you and eventually star sharing your body with his friends. Your escape from him, when he is tired of you, will be some guy who is just as abusive.”

The Prince spelled out all Rachel’s worst fears.

Rachel squeezed her hands into fists digging her nails hard into her palms.

“That’s all you have to say? Don’t you care? Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

Somehow she thought that the Prince would have sympathy for her, kind words and caring maybe a warm hug. But what she got was most alarming. In a flash he was on top of her, one hand holding her chin in an iron grip. For the first time ever she could see his face clearly, his eyes endlessly dark, his smile frightening.

“I do care about you; otherwise I would not bother to come here at all.” He said slowly with total honesty. “If you show some brains and courage, then I will help you. I believe you may be special, but you have to prove to me that you are worth my attention.”

“You’re not just a dream are you?” She asked as he let go of her.

“Think about what you want and what you are willing to do to get it. I will return in one week for your answers.” He said as he drew a line down her neck and between her young breasts with one fingernail.

Then he stood up and walked to the window, his long coat blowing in the breeze. A sleepy haze overcame Rachel as she watched the Shadow Prince step out into the night.

The next day Rachel took her best friend Tammy aside at lunch to tell her about the dream. She glossed over the parts about her father, simply saying that things at home had been getting unbearable since her mom died. Tammy was a goth girl; black hair, black clothes, arcane symbols on her jewelry, and had a reputation for being fascinated by all things occult. By comparison, Rachel seemed normal, although she tended towards a tough look when it came to her style.

As Rachel talked Tammy grew more excited, which was a departure from her normal emotionless attitude.

“It really sounds like you met our town’s vampire.” She exclaimed. “What do you mean – our town’s vampire?” Rachel asked.

Tammy looked around then leaned closer across the table.

“There are lots of stories about vampires; most of it is all Hollywood shit. To learn anything real about them, you have to read old books and put the pieces together from reports of strange happenings. This town has a strong urban legend about a ‘shadow prince’ some accounts say he is a nice guy others make him seem a blood thirsty monster, but all have a few points in common when you take a good look at them. And that’s just the point, no one ever gets a good look at his face, it’s always shadows or just a foggy memory.”

She pointed her finger at her friend, “I wish I could have been there.”

Rachel shook her head.

“Thanks a lot, I was sort of thinking that I might be going crazy having a dream that seemed so life like. I feel much better knowing that it’s a vampire coming into my room to talk with me. But hay, I never invited him in, so how could he…”

“Does your dad own the house? I mean is it paid for and all?” Tammy asked.

“I don’t think so?” Rachel answered in some confusion.

“That ‘can not enter with out permission’ stuff only works if the owner of the house is living there. If you are paying rent or a mortgage you aren’t really the owner, so it’s like a loop hole.”

Tammy looked very smug with her know it all expression.

Normally Rachel didn’t care, it was just trivia, but now this occult stuff and vampire lore seemed meaningful. ”

We have to talk more about this after school.” She said as the bell rang.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 3

By the time school was over there was not much daylight left. It was a depressing fact about late fall, one that Rachel’s history teacher had commented on today.

“In the past people worked from sun-up to sun-down, that made for long days in summer but very short ones in winter. With the invention of electric light more than the clock, people started living disconnected from the natural order of things.”

Rachel certainly felt disconnected; nothing in her life seemed real these days.

As she walked home with her friend Tammy, they talking about vampires and the vivid dream Rachel had. Her friend know a lot, having been hooked by mainstream vamp-fiction a few years back, she quickly got fed up with the romantic fluff and started looking into the ‘real world of darkness’ as she called it. Rachel had found it kind of cool, but she never took it seriously. By the time they parted ways near Rachel’s house Tammy had filled her friend’s head with a wide array of ‘truth’ and ‘fiction’ about vampires.

“The hell with it all.” Rachael said to herself as she closed the front door.

As usual for a Friday night she was alone. Her dad would not be home until late. If she was lucky he would bring home some woman or he would come home so drunk he would pass out on the sofa. In any case, Friday was a good night because he never got home early. So Rachel tossed her school stuff aside and made herself dinner. Her dad was a bastard in many ways, but he always left spending cash for food on top of the fridge, expecting Rachel to keep it stocked. Settling down to eat in front of the TV she let a few hours slip by in mindless entertainment.

The sound of the back door opening surprised her. She had missed the car pulling into the driveway entirely. Quickly Rachel grabbed her books and made ready her excuse; that she was just going up to her room to study. That sometimes worked to delay the inevitable, but not tonight. Her father entered laughing with a woman on his arm.

“Hello baby-slut.” He said.

Rachel knew he was horny and was planning to use her; he never normally called her any pet names.

Rachel looked at her father then at the woman, they both had a certain gleam in their eyes.

A look that said; “I want you and I’m going to have you.”

She had seen it countless times in her dad’s face, but seeing it now on this strange woman confused her totally.

“This is Sally, we’ve been talking a lot about you. She said she would do anything to have a chance to lick your lil pussy and watch me stuff you full of big daddy cock.” He explained as Sally smiled very wide.

Rachel held her text books in front of her chest, in a subconscious gesture to defend her fourteen year old breasts from the gaze of her father and his new fuck-friend. It was not a useless gesture, rather it served to excite the two adults even more because it helped make Rachel look the perfect innocent school girl. What could she say, what could she do? Rachel’s heart was racing fast. Her dad had found a perverted woman who wanted to be part of this sort of twisted family situation. She wanted to help a father fuck his own daughter.

Sally stepped forward, “No need to look so shocked” She said in a friendly voice, “I think incest is great, and I think girls your age should have lots of sex at home before they start doing it at school.”

Rachel looked into the woman’s face trying to understand the contradictions flying around her. Sally was an attractive woman in her early thirties a bit plain but much nicer than most of the bimbos dad usually picked up. She looked more like a professional secretary than a pervert.

But soon Rachel found out; you should not judge a book by its cover. Sally helper her dad strip her naked and push her to the floor.

All she could think to say in protest was “I’ve got homework to do.”

Her dad said, “Forget it, it’s the weekend.”

He started sucking on her left tit and rubbing her pussy while Sally caressed her right breast. Soon the woman was sucking at Rachel’s young tit and her fingers were moving down the girl’s slender body to her exposed teenage cunnie. Sally moaned loud as she pushed a finger up into Rachel’s tight hole.

The adults abused Rachel like this for a few minutes, sucking and licking and finger fucking her, before Sally said, “I just have to eat your daughter’s lil pussy now.”

Dad said, “sure but you gotta strip first.”

The woman was out of her clothes in a flash. Her breasts were large with big dark nipples, the seemed huge compared to Rachel’s average fourteen year old tits with her small pink nips. The woman’s pussy was completely smooth, which made Rachel stair. She knew some girls trimmed their pussy fur, but shaving totally smooth seemed like something only a total slut would do.

Sally smiled and rubbed herself as she saw Rachel’s young eyes fixated on her body.

“I think your baby-girl wants me.” She laughed. “Have you ever licked another girl’s pussy?”

Rachel shook her head.

Her dad laughed, “Your going to do it tonight.”

The night was a very long one. First her dad held her legs open for Sally to lick Rachel’s lil pussy. Then her dad moved around behind Sally who wiggled her ass until he stuffed his cock into her cunt. Rachel could not help but watch as her dad fucked the woman who was eating her. The harder he fucked Sally the more she sucked and tongue fucked the young girl’s pussy. Rachel actually had a few orgasms before they were done.

She told herself that it was not so bad, sex like this was not as nasty as when her dad was alone with her. But then things not dirty.

Sally gasped, “Bring your baby-slut over her and make her eat me.”

Dad was happy to do it. He dragged Rachel over and laid her on top of Sally’s naked body, in a sort of sixty-nine pose. He pushed his daughter’s mouth to the woman’s cum dripping cunt. Rachel tried to resist but he held tight to the back of her neck and slapped her ass hard.

Rachel whimpered and started to lick Sally’s smooth sticky pussy. Soon the woman was purring and she grabbed the teenager’s hips. It became a real sixty-nine lick-a-thon.

Needless to say, watching it got daddy hard again and he just had to fuck his daughter. He made quite the show of it, fucking Rachel in several positions, making sure to give Sally an excellent view. He pinched his daughter’s young breasts and called her lots of dirty names as he screwed her. Sally watched, open mouthed, rubbing her self to several more orgasms. This was the sort of thing she loved.

After daddy came inside her, Rachel lay on the floor gasping for breath, her cunt on fire her tummy tied in knots. The fucking was over but she knew there would be something more. She knew that Sally would want to lick her down there. Maybe it would make her feel better, Rachel told herself.

“Poor little baby, was daddy’s cock to big for you? Let mommy kiss you and make your cunnie fell all better.” Sally said it in the sweetest way.

But suddenly Rachel felt angry; fear and hurt were pushed aside by rage. She reached down to the head that was hovering over her abused pussy and grabbed Sally by the hair. Twisting hard, Rachel tossed the woman to the side, the she rolling on top of her. Rachel began to rain down punches and slaps, wildly clawing at the startled woman.

“My mother would never do these things to me!” She growled.

A few long seconds later, her father was there to pull Rachel off the poor woman. Rage had given the teenager strength, but her dad was a big man and had been in many fights. He did not hold back. He slammed his own daughter hard in the stomach to knock the wind out of her, then grabbed both arms and held them behind her back.

Rachel spent the next few hours tied to the dining room table. She was still naked of course, and could feel the slow wet drip of cum run out of her cunt and down her legs. They had bent her over the table and tied her legs to the table legs, her arms were stretched out over her head.

Eventually the adults came back from upstairs, her dad was sporting another huge hard on, Sally looked mean now, with several scratches across her face.

“Your dad tells me he popped your cherry for you, fucked your worthless cunt and your stupid face, but never rapped your ass.” The woman said with building pleasure.

“No daddy please don’t do it…” Rachel sobbed, but she knew in her heart there was nothing she could say to stop him.

“Your going to learn to be a good slut.” He growled as he started to stuff his huge cock head into her tight virgin bum. “Your gonna do anything I say, Your gonna do what Sally tells you too.”

Inch by painful inch he pushed into his screaming daughter.

“Your gonna lick Sally’s cunt any time she wants you to and your gonna let her do anything she wants with you.”

Rachel didn’t really hear what was being said, she just screamed and screamed as her dad rapped her.

Sally just smiled and fingered herself. Sweet incest was nice, she was happy to play the loving mother, but down and dirty was even better. If she played her cards right she could be the wicked step mother and get Rachel into all sorts of nasty situations.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 4

The week end was a sort of living hell for young Rachel. Her dad and his new fuck-friend Sally spend most of their time inventing new ways to use and humiliate her. Never in her life had Rachel looked forward to school Monday morning as much as she did that Sunday night.

She thought about it several times; should she call the cops, could she tell them what was going on, would they believe her, would they drag her father off, would they protect her from him? Rachel finally made up her mind after seeing the things Sally brought over for Sunday night’s entertainment; the long double headed dildo worried her, the huge strap on dildo frightened her.

It was not so bad at first. Although Sally was treating her like a worthless bitch, when she got into a sixty-nine with Rachel the woman lovingly and expertly licked the young teen to several orgasms. Although she did not want to admit it, Rachel sort of enjoyed licking Sally’s shaved smooth cunt and making the woman cum.

Next they took turns sucking on dad’s cock until he hosed them both with cum. Sally was happy to lick the warm spunk from Rachel’s face and tits, making sure to suck hard on the girl’s small pink nipples. When it was her turn to clean up, Rachel did her best, although she disliked licking cum it was sort of fun to see how Sally reacted when she sucked on the woman’s big brown nipples.

Fucking with the double headed dildo was very strange but not terrible. After Sally stuffed one end into Rachel’s 14yr old pussy, she took the other end up her own wet cunt. Woman and girl sat on the floor, legs around each other, rocking back and forth as Daddy watched. Of course Sally was talking dirty the entire time. She had a talent for that.

“I see baby likes to fuck this way,” she purred, “little slut is tired of always being fucked deep, well now its your chance baby girl, fuck your new mommy as hard as you can.”

A mix of hate and horniness drove Rachel to do exactly as Sally wanted. The girl dug her nails into the woman’s back and thrust her hips as hard and fast as she could.

“Oh baby that’s to much,” Sally gasped happily, “little slut, little slut your stretching mommy’s cunt too much.”

It was a calculated poke on Sally’s part to get Rachel made again. It worked more or less as she hopped.

Growling Rachel pushed the woman down, continuing to fuck her hard as she could.

“I loved my mother I would never fuck her like this,” the teen hissed as she wrapped her fingers around Sally’s neck.

She pressed down hard slamming her pussy against the woman’s crotch over and over again, hardly noticing the felling of the dildo inside herself, Rachel was intent on fucking the woman senseless.

This time her father did not interfere. He sat, cock in hand, watching his daughter go crazy. Seeing his little girl dominate a woman this way was a new sort of turn on for him. Of course once Sally shivered wildly then suddenly went limp, he knew it was time to pull Rachel’s hands away from the woman’s throat.

As far as Rachel was concerned Sunday night had not been so bad, until Sally regained consciousness. She had a happy evil smile a mile wide.

“That was great baby slut, but you went too far, baby has been a bad girl, and now you need to be punished.”

Rachel looked worried, the energy from her anger spent.

“I hope you enjoyed hurting me, because now mommy and daddy are going to double fuck you so hard your going to be hurting all week long.”

Rachel’s dad tied her hands to her knees as Sally strapped on the nasty dildo.

“I will give you a choice baby-slut,” he said to her.

“Who do you want in your pussy and who gets to fuck you up the ass?”

“No please you cant do that, not both at once, I will be good, you can each take a turn fucking me.”

Rachel was getting desperate, “I will even beg you to cum inside me daddy. I will even call her mommy and… and say that I love licking her cunt.”

Rachel knew exactly what her daddy and Sally wanted to hear her say, thus far she had avoided saying anything of the sort.

“Mmm very tempting offer but no.”

Her dad said, “Seeing how you were so nasty to your mommy-slut, I’m going to let her have your ass.”

With that decided her dad sat Rachel onto his hard cock. He then bent her forward and held her small body to him so that her bum was an easy target for Sally.

The woman took her time forcing the strap on dildo head into Rachel’s tight asshole. She held onto the girl’s hips and slowly drove it deeper and deeper with small thrusts. Rachel could taste blood in her mouth from having bitten her lip. Her attempt not to cry soon failing she sobbed and screamed as the adults double fucked her young body.

Monday morning found Rachel barley able to walk and not very happy with any sitting down. Never the less she got ready for school, determined to do something about her situation today.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 5

Monday morning Rachel went to see the school guidance councilor. She told him that her father had been abusing her and raping her.

The councilor looked quite worried, “This is very serious. Do you have any proof?” He asked.

“What do you want a fucking video?” Rachel blurted in disperse.

“Please calm down Miss.” The councilor said gently. “You cant just go making accusations like that; you are talking about some serious criminal charges being laid against your father. The police will want evidence they can use.”

Rachel dug her nails into the palms of her hands, to help her stay calm.

“I’ve been beaten up, tied up and fucked senseless for the past two days, how was your week end?” She glared at the man behind the desk.

“Well we could get the school nurse to have a look at you, rough treatment like that would be detectable. Although I must caution you, if the nurse finds signs of abuse that’s just the start of a long process.” He gave her his best – I’m on your side look. “Things like this are usually best settled with out getting the police involved.”

“Yea whatever, let’s get on with it.” Rachel said with determination.

It was clear that the councilor was uneasy about the situation. He was supposed to be there to help students, but Rachel guessed he would be happy if students never brought him any real problems to deal with.

A few minutes later Rachel found herself in the school nurse’s office, the councilor stood near the door and explained briefly why they were there. The nurse took some notes on her clipboard.

Then she said in a friendly voice, “I will give you a little something to help you relax before we start the exam, if that is OK.”

Rachel knew that she was tense, on edge, and ready to run out of the room, so she nodded her head; OK. The nurse prepared a needle and told the teenager to take off her shirt. Rachel did as she was told, not hardly flinching at all as she was given the shot.

“Now please take off the rest of your clothes and have a seat on the table.” The nurse said as she prepared some medical instruments beside the table.

Rachel glanced nervously at the councilor and then looked around for some sort of privacy curtain.

“Regulations say there must be a witness to this sort of thing.” The nurse explained.

The councilor smiled and made a show of looking at some papers on the desk, instead of at young girl.

“You may feel a bit lightheaded, but don’t worry its normal.” The nurse said as Rachel finished stripping naked.

Sure enough, as she sat on the table, Rachel did begin to feel more relaxed and rather foggy. Whatever was in the needed sure had a strong effect. Her memories of the next few hours were dreamlike or nightmare like to be more accurate. The nurse began with professional poking and prodding but soon her touch turned more sexual. She even sucked on Rachel’s breasts, or was that the felling of some strange device that was attached to her tits.

Rachel remembered having something cold and metallic stuffed up her pussy, being forced open wide very wide, it should have hurt but it did not. Things were pushed up her fourteen year old cunt, then up her bum. She struggled a bit but found that her arms and feet had been put in some sort of clamps. She also remembered the councilor with a camera, taking photos of her.

After the exam was over, Rachel drifted in a timeless sleep, she did not know if it was a few minutes or a few hours. Then something familiar was forced into her young cunt, she thought for a moment that she was back home and her dad had come into her room for a morning fuck. But no she was still on the exam table. A man, maybe the councilor, was fucking her as another man, maybe the principle, was rubbing his cock across her face.

When the first man finished hammering her pussy, the next guy took his place. It was all very foggy, she was not sure how many men fucked her, maybe it was only a few who did it several times or maybe it was every male teacher in the school who had a turn violating her. A few times she though she smelled perfume and the way she was fucked seemed more like how Sally did it with her strap-on dildo.

Rachel passed out for a while, but was awakened by a burning sensation deep in her tummy and it felt like she was peeing herself. She looked around and saw the nurse with some sort of water-gun, she was squirting something smelling like lemon juice.

The nurse smiled and said, “Your fine, this is all just a bad dream.”

It all seemed unreal, especially when Rachel finally woke up in the nurse’s office, fully dressed, on bed in the corner. From the fading light coming through the window she guessed it was late afternoon. Quietly Rachel got out of bed, she still felt a bit light headed. Her body hurt but it had been acing ever since the week end rape.

There was no one in the office. The clock showed it was 4:30 PM. An envelope sat on top of her backpack. She found that it was a note excusing her from today’s classes and explaining that she had a strong reaction to the sedative. It also allowed her to take the next day off if she did not feel up to coming to school.

Rachel took a good long look around the room. There was no evidence of the sort of things going on that she dreamed about. The office was simple and dull, just the way it was when she entered it. The exam table did not even have any restraints build into it. Picking up her pack, and stuffing the letter into her pocket, Rachel left the school.

She did not want to go home. But what could she do?

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 6

Rachel walked aimlessly in the late fall twilight. It was cold but she did not care. Her feet took her away from the usual streets she walked on. Her desire to get away from everything at home and at school, subconsciously lead her into an unknown neighborhood. The houses were old and built close together; some were stone others brick others wood; some looked well kept others were rundown. Most had small front yards with old black iron fences offering privacy.

It was in front of one of the shabby looking Victorian houses that Rachel finally stopped. Her wandering thoughts suddenly abandoned their depressed meditation on her life to ask “where are we?” She looked down the street, the way she had come. That was no real help because she had no clue which direction she had come from at the corner.

Hesitantly Rachel walked up the steps to the front door. She could see the lights were on and faintly hear the TV playing, but dark curtains prevented any real glimpse inside the house. She knocked on the door, intending to ask to use the phone. She would call her best friend Tammy, beg for a lift and ask to spend the night at her place. That seemed like a good plan.

The door opened with a creek and young Rachel found herself looking into the deep dark blue eyes of an older teenage girl, dressed in soft black velvet. The girl had several piercing and some Gothic jewelry on, her long dark hair was tied into a strange knot and she was barefoot.

“Hello there little stray cat.” She said in a friendly voice. “Don’t just stand there in the rain, come in.”

When she entered the house Rachel quickly realized it was not a normal home, it was more like a hang out. It was a mess, none of the furniture matched, there were weird posters over the place and the smell of pot hung in the air. The teenagers who were scattered around the living room watching TV, talking, drinking and smoking, gave her a quick look then ignored her. The girl who had opened the door waved for Rachel to follow her.

“Let’s go in the kitchen where it’s more quiet.”

“I’m Mercy. What brings you to our door this dark and stormy night?” The smiling eighteen year old Goth girl said as she closed the door to the kitchen.

“Im Rachel, and huuu can I use your phone?” the bedraggled and depressed looking 14yr old visitor said.

“I guess so; let me see if it’s free. but first do you want something hot to drink?” Mercy asked and started putting a pot of water on the stove to hear up.

“Sure I guess anything is fine.” Rachel answered as she slumped down into one of the two chairs next to the small kitchen table.

That’s how it started, Rachel and Mercy sitting at the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate. The Goth girl was very skilled at talking at drawing people into telling her anything she wanted to know. So Rachel was soon explaining intimate details of her life to this stranger and forgot all about the phone call. Little did she know the entire conversation was being observed.

Mercy ran the house, she had lived there most of her life, but she was not its owner or its master. She was a beloved servant of the little Princess. Mercy has seen many guests come and go, some of them became like family, others were easily forgotten. Some visitors hung out for a little while and never had a clue what was really going on, but most who came to the house did so because they were in the know, or wanted to be.

They wanted to feel the touch of an immortal, they dreamed about becoming one. But in all the years Mercy had been at the house she had never seen anyone pass all the tests and be gifted.

The little Princess lived in many houses, some in the city, others in the countryside. Each house had its own staff, some were servants others simply entertainment and food. Mercy knew there were other houses, but she did not know where they all were. As a child she had been desperate not to be separated from the Princess, who was like a mother to her.

Enjoying the role, the little Princess had refused to give up her baby girl. So they moved back and forth between the home by the sea and the old Victorian house. Now that they years had passed a strange situation was at hand. Mercy was of an age that she could be mistaken for being the Princess’s mother. Because she was gifted at a very young age Princess Violet still looked to be a child, although she was old enough to remember the building of the Victorian house in 1877.

Tonight the Princess had awoken hungry. So she rang the small silver bell at her bedside. Mercy would send one of the teenagers up to tend to her needs. It was a great honor for them to render any service they could. It was to her credit that Mercy almost never sent up a servant that was not to Violet’s taste. Tonight it was Marko’s turn.

The Princess was sitting in the windowless attic, the sound of rain on the roof, the dancing light of candles filling the room. She was in her nightgown, brushing her hair when the door opened and the teenage boy walked in. He quickly bowed down on one knee. The Princess was well known for her fondness of old style etiquette and formality. “How may I serve you my lovely Princess?” He asked.

Violet smiled.

“Don’t be so formal dear Marko; you’re like a brother to me.” She said as she set down her brush.

Then she slowly ran a small finger down from her lips between her nearly non existent breasts, across her tummy to the crotch of her silk nightgown.

As Marko watched, she slowly pulled the gown open, exposing herself.

“You can kiss your little sister now Marko. I know you still dream about her pussy. Do you think mine is as nice?”

The little Princess knew exactly what effect her words were having. She knew all about his life, what he did to his young sister and what he wanted to do, but never had the courage to do.

“Lick me big brother I like the feel of your tongue down there.” She said softly almost begging him.

For the immortals there are two kinds of food, as the legends all say; vampires do drink blood, but there is also a more subtle need; strong emotions. Vampires actually feed on the psychic energy people emit when they are afraid or angry or lustful. Violet, seeming to be nothing more than a nine year old girl, had made it her habit to feed upon perverted desires.

Love was fine if she could get it, but the mix of guilt and passion from the people she allowed to have sex with her was almost as satisfying and much easier to get. Usually she wanted people who were good natured, they wanted to have her young body and they wanted her to enjoy it. The nasty people who liked to rape little girls and gave no thought to how their victims felt, were powerful emotional food. But they always left a bad taste in her mouth; literally and figuratively.

Tonight the little Princess spread her tiny legs wide for Marko, who lovingly licked her hairless pussy. His lust was pure and clean, his licking passionate if not very skilled.

“Ohhh yess.” She purred as she had her first orgasm of the night. “That’s it brother your making me cum, ohh I want you, I want you so much. Please big brother put your cock inside your little sister. I’m ready for you really I am.”

She said exactly the things he wanted to hear.

A minute later Marko was naked and pressing himself down onto the young girl. His cock was so hard it hurt him, like throbbing steel. He forced himself into her tight wet pussy. Pushing and pushing until suddenly he slipped forward several inches.

She cried out in a tiny sobbing gasp, “ohhhhho.” Her small hands clawed his back. “You did it Marko, you popped my cherry, you made your baby sister into a big girl. Now fuck me hard.” She said with growing lust.

It was a strange blessing and a curse that the immortal who had gifted Violet had done so before he ever had sex with the child. Because of the regenerating qualities of the Vampire, Violet now faced a life when every time she woke up she was technically a virgin again. The situation had its advantages and she knew how to use them now.

Marko knew in some part of his mind that the Princess was old, she was no virgin, he had fucked her before, she had fucked every boy and girl in the house. He knew she was strong enough to lift a man with one small hand. But at that moment as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt, all he could imagine was that this must be exactly like what fucking his own younger sister would feel like. Marko closed his eyes and kept on humping, as the small voice under him whispered dirty words of encouragement.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 7

As Marko grunted and thrust his hips with all his might, the seemingly delicate child sized creature below him, wrapped her skinny legs around him and very slowly dragged her sharp little fingernails down his back. The horny boy didn’t notice the ten thin lines of blood across his back. But the little Princess he was fucking started to cum as the delicious smell filled her cute button nose. The vampire’s name was Violet, although she looked younger than ten, she was really older than one hundred.

“Marko, if your rape your little sister like this you will kill the poor girl.” Violet gasped between thrusts that pressed her small body deep into the bed. “Maybe I should bring her here and watch you do it. Would you like me to sit on her face and hold her legs open for you?” The vampire teased her lover.

In answer the teenage boy grunted and started to shiver with his orgasm; his hard cock pulsing deep with in her tight wet cunt. She could feel his hot juice spilling inside her. But it was another sort of juice she craved at that moment.

Violet pulled Marko to her, so she could whisper in his ear, “I’m going to eat your baby sister, then maybe give her to you.” Having said that, she sank her fangs into the boy’s neck.

Marko tried to pull away by reflex action, but it was impossible. Her legs gripped him, her cunt held his cock like a vice and her fingers were surprisingly strong. He should have been able to pick up a girl her size easily, but he was powerless. His cum continued to squirt into her evil little pussy as his mind was filled with perverted thoughts of the little Princess naked with his younger sister.

Marko felt light headed, dizzy, as his vampire lover sucked blood from his neck. The little princess purred happily as she fed. As a good creature of darkness, she had no intention of killing her happy meal. She would only take about the same as they do at a blood donation clinic. After feeding she would let poor Marko nap in her bed for a while. Violet would get dressed, in her eclectic Victorian style, then take the secret staircase down to the kitchen.

In the kitchen Mercy was doing her job as general manager of the house. She was subtlety interviewing a potential new recruit. Rachel had no idea what was going on of course, she had just stopped in to use the phone. Now she found herself on her fourth mug of hot chocolate, talking to Mercy about all her troubles like she was a long lost big sister.

It was something of a real relief for the girl to talk about these things. When Rachel tried to tell her best friend about what had been going on at home, she just couldn’t do it. When she did talk to the school councilor about it, she felt worse. Now she was pouring out her soul to this stranger and it felt great. Maybe if she knew there were other ears listening she would not have said a word.

Eventually a tired looking guy staggered into the kitchen, he was smiling like his favorite fantasy had just come true.

“Hi Marko.” Mercy said as the young man opened the fridge to find a drink.

“Hey, the Princess wants to see you.” He said then went back to looking in the fridge, “Do we have any of that pizza left?”

Mercy stood up, pointed to the pizza box on top of the stove then turned to Rachel.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes; you can help Marko finish the pizza. Don’t worry, he is harmless.”

Rachel took a good look at Marko. He was dressed in a white shirt and black leather pants, his dark hair was long and tied into a tail, as his name implied he was Hispanic. Also it seemed he had recently gotten a nasty scratch on his neck.

“Hi.” She said after Mercy left the room.

“Hey, first time here?” He asked, looking at the fourteen year old red head with mild curiosity.

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When Mercy returned to the kitchen Rachel and Marko were laughing about something or other.

“I’ve got good news and bad news.” She told the young girl. “The phone is broken again and the storm is getting worse, but its cool if you stay here tonight, you can sleep in my room.”

Rachel said, “OK” before she even thought about it.

This place was strange but it sure was better than going home.

Mercy gave Rachel the grand tour of the house, ending in her own bedroom. Unlike most of the rooms, which had a sort of temporary feel to the way things were scattered about, her room was lived in and neat.

“You should change out of your clothes.” The older teen said, as she handed over a fuzzy flannel bathrobe. “You look dead tired. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

Rachel looked at the big comfy bed, she was very tired and her body still hurt form her recent experiences. Then she looked at Mercy the girl was soft but there was a solid something or other to her character.

“OK,” she said slowly. “I can trust you not to do anything, funny while I’m asleep?”

Mercy looked around then leaned close to her guest.

“I promises you will be perfectly safe in my bed tonight.” She whispered. Then she walked out of the room. “See you later little lost kitten.”

Alone at last, Rachel stripped off her damp clothes and lay them on the back of a chair near the heater. She got into bed and was asleep almost as soon as her tangled red hair hit the pillow. She didn’t even notice several hours later when Mercy came to bed. The older teen stripped herself, then walked over to a secret door. She slid it open silently and walked up the narrow stairs to the attic.

A few moments later Mercy returned naked to her bedroom, following her mistress the little Princess, who wore a frilly white dress. Although it now looked like she could be the mother and Violet the child, Mercy still thought of the vampire girl as mommy. It was a strange relationship.

“Let me have a good look at her.” Violet calmly ordered.

Mercy slowly pulled the covers off Rachel, exposing her young body. The vampire studied the body in her daughter’s bed with unblinking eyes for long minutes.

Then she turned to Mercy, “We will let her sleep, while you and I play quietly right her beside her.”

The teenager goth girl smiled and put her hands to her own breasts, offering them, “yes mommy whatever you want.” She said in a soft voice.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 8

Rachel was having one of those dreams that seemed so real you could feel and smell every detail of it. She was laying in bed a big soft puffy blanket covering her naked body. Right next to her a mother and her daughter were making love. It was not at all the nasty forced incest she had endured at the hands of her father and his lady-fuck-friend. What Rachel saw in her dream was full of real caring. The mother made her daughter cum, because she wanted her to be happy, not out of some desire to control her. The girl in return made her mommy cum because she loved her.

Rachel smiled and rubbed herself as she watched. Although she had recently suffered a great deal of abuse, the events of the dream were making her so hot and wet. The quiet but excited breathing of the young girl and her mother, the slurping and squishy sounds of fingers sliding into pink places, even the smell of sex seemed so very real.

The woman was not very old; she was plump but not quite fat. Her hair was dark and her tits were large. The girl was young; much too young to be having sex like this, but she seemed so very experienced. Her skin was bone white her hair bright golden, her eyes were the strangest color Rachel had ever seen.

The girl began by sucking on mommy’s tits and driving her entire little hand into mommy’s cunt. While the woman rubbed her daughter’s tight bum and slid a finger between her cheeks. After making mommy cum, the girl climbed up, to sit her bald pussy on her mommy’s face. The woman licked her daughter long and good. After cumming, the girl turned around into the classic sixty-nine position. Mommy and baby held each other tight as they slurped away towards a mutual orgasm.

With one hand Rachel rubbed her pussy and with the other she pinched her own nipples. She was desperate to cum at the same time they did.

The strangest thing about the dream was right at the end. The little girl looked up from between her mommy’s legs, at Rachel and smiled with sharp fangs and a small trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth.

Rachel woke up suddenly and looked around. The room was dark. She was in a big bed, naked under a soft blanket. It was not her bed, it was not her house. She was also clinging to someone, warm and soft and plump. Rachel moved her hands slightly; just as she thought, she was in bed with a girl who was also naked. Her left hand was between the girl’s legs, her right was grasping a breast.

Rachel realized; it was almost certainly Mercy, the girl who the room belonged to. She also realized with a hot flash of embarrassment that during the dream she had not been rubbing her own pussy.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 9

Rachel spent the day hanging out at the strange house she had stumbled upon the night before. She had no plan in mind, only a desire to avoid going home. The people living in the house, mostly older teens, were an odd bunch. They looked kind of scary, with punk or goth styles, but they were sympathetic, having their own stories of hard times.

Aside from Mercy and Marko, she didn’t talk with many of the others, until she got invited into a D&D game. She knew about computer RPGs but thought that only real geeks sat around a table role playing. So she was hesitant to join in, preferring to sit and watch. Mercy sat with her and explained what was going on.

“To a real gamer, computer RPGs are fast food; they can give you a fix but they just don’t come close to the experience of a good live game.”

Before long Rachel found that she was enjoying herself, laughing and carrying on like she had been friends with the gang for ever. Although the young girl didn’t realize it, Mercy had a lot to do with making sure everything went smoothly. Rachel was happy to forget about the outside world, about school and home. Being caught up in a fantasy world full of trolls and treasures was exactly what she needed. That was half the reason why the house existed; to provide an escape for those who needed it. Of course there was a price to be paid in blood. The other reason for the house to exist was to provide a willing source of food for the little Princess.

Rachel hardly noticed the day pass, soon it was dark and she was felling sleepy. So she said good night and climbed the stairs to the room she shared with Mercy. As she got undressed Rachel thought about the strange dream she had, it seemed so real. Then she thought about how she had awakened, with her fingers slippery wet between Mercy’s legs. Nothing had been said about it at all. Well almost nothing.

When Rachel had asked if she could stay one more night, Mercy had replied, “Of course you can, I think you help me to sleep better.”

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Now as the old style clock on the wall struck midnight with a small “Tock” the fourteen year old girl lay in bed listening to the various sounds in the house. There was music and talking some laughing and the squeaky sound of a bed being bounced on. Rachel closed her eyes, knowing that sleep would soon take her.

Then suddenly there was movement, something was climbing onto her bed. Rachel opened her eyes to see a small white face looking at her. The face was that of the young girl in the dream who had been having sex with her mother. The body was that of a eight year old child but the eyes were that of a predator, green and ageless, looking deep into her sole. With a blink the intense gaze was gone, replaced by a happy youthful look in keeping with the rest of her appearance.

“Hello Rachel, I’m just come from seeing your father, he is a naughty pervert, I kind of like him.” The small delicate girl giggled.

“What? Who are you? What are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

“I’m Violet, this is my house. I listened to your story last night and tonight I went over to your house to see if it was true.”

The little girl explained things very calmly as she sat on the bed, her lace trimmed nightgown flowing around her.

“I told your daddy that you had been babysitting me to make extra money. I told him how you had been teaching me all about sex; licking my little pussy and making me cum like a big girl. He seemed to like hearing all about that.”

Violet sucked on one of her small fingers.

“Then I told him that I wished my father would fuck me the way he fucked you.”

Rachel looked at the child sitting on the bed in front of her, horrified and speechless.

Violet giggled and continued.

“It was easy to get him to fuck me too. Your daddy is a naughty pervert, he was willing to do it with a strange little girl who showed up on his door step.”

The small girl gave her best innocent face, “I tried very hard to look as young as I could, do you think he believed I was six?”

Violet tossed herself onto her back then lifted her knees up, her dress fell open as she spread her tiny legs.

“Before I knew it, I was naked and laying just like this, with your father’s face pressed to my pussy.”

Rachel couldn’t resist looking between the young girl’s legs. The light was dim but she could see the pinkness of Violet’s hairless slit against her very white skin.

“He licked me for a few minutes, then got out his cock. I started to whimper and told him it was way too big. He liked that a lot.”

The evil young girl used two of her fingers to mimic the action.

“He stuffed his thing right into my poor little cunt, forcing himself onto me, popping my cherry then fucking me till he filled my abused baby hole with his cum.”

Rachel listened hypnotized as she watched the small child finger fuck her hairless hole. The little girl did look like she had spent the evening being stretched wide open. No one her age should be able to push a few fingers in so deep and so easily. Rachel was confused, the girl was talking about being sexually abused and used, with a smile.

“Then your daddy picked me up, his cock still half hard in my sticky cunt. He took me to your bed, every step make his cock jab into my tummy deeper and got him harder. He fucked me again, only this time he lasted much longer.”

Violet used her left hand to force all the fingers of her right hand up into her smooth wet cunt.

“He used my poor little pussy and then raped my ass. He fucked me till I screamed ‘daddy your cock is going to kill me’ then he started cumming.”

Violet gasped as she made herself cum, then she pulled her fingers from her own wet little cunt and licked them.

“You can still taste his cum in me, if you want.”

Rachel reached out to take hold of the child’s shoulders.

“Stop, just stop it, this cant be true. This can’t be real.”

“His emotions of lust were delicious, but I think your feelings of shock are even better.”

Having said all that, Violet quickly pushed forward, crawling on top of the surprised young teenager. Rachel let out a small shriek before she fell silent. The little Princess sank her fangs into the neck of her house guest.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 10

Rachel knew she was dreaming, it just had to be a dream, the evil little girl had said the most disturbing things before she climbed onto Rachel and bit her neck. The odd mix of pain and pleasure was unreal. The logical part of Rachel’s mind told her; you can toss this kid aside, she is no bigger than an eight year old. But she had been helpless under the small body, hardly able to struggle at all. So it must be part of a dream.

Rachel knew it had been a dream but now she was not so sure what was going on. The sound of the bedroom door opening had awakened her, or so it seemed. But she could hardly move, her body felt so heavy, so tired. She watched as Mercy entered the room. The curvy, dark haired, older teen, started stripping her clothes off, then she looked towards the dark corner of the room. Sitting in a chair was that same evil child that had been in Rachel’s dream. But she looked so sweet and innocent, a white lace nightdress and long golden hair. Could this still be part of the dream?

Mercy walked over to her little Princess, and leaned forward to give her a kiss. She knew full well about everything that had been going on that knight, what the Princess had done outside the house and what she did in the bed just a few moments ago. One glance at the naked girl laying on the bed confirmed Mercy’s suspicions; the house guest would be staying for many more days.

Violet gave her favorite human a deep passionate kiss and reached up with both her small hands to fondle Mercy’s ample breasts. From the vampire’s point of view it seemed like only yesterday that the plump teenager had been her little doll. A dozen years had changed Violet not at all, her small breasts were just starting to blossom but would never grow. The princess rubbed and pulled on Mercy’s nipples with great affection as they kissed.

The little Princess broke the kiss but held Mercy’s nipples.

“Lick her pussy, make her cum with your tongue, then return to kiss me again.” She gave the command softly.

Rachel twitched but could do little more. Her body felt as heavy as lead.

Obediently Mercy stood up and stepped back to the foot of the bed, between Rachel’s open legs. She climbed partly onto the bed and started licking with out hesitation. Lick, lick , lick all around the fourteen year old’s cunt. Then she pushed her tongue deeper between pink pussy lips. Lick, lick, lick, up and down her slippery slit. Rachel started moaning, enjoying the felling in spite of the strangeness of the situation.

When Rachel’s orgasm washed over her it was the strangest feeling she ever had. A slow warm tingling that spread from her tummy to her toes. Not a strong hot horny explosion, but a long shiver of pleasure. Before she even realized it, Mercy was gone from between her legs and back over by the chair, kissing the evil little girl. As Rachel focused on them, the child put one hand atop the teenager’s head and pushed her downward. At the same time she leaned back and lifted her nightdress.

The strange eyes of the child looked directly at Rachel, as the skillful teenage tongue began to work on her hairless pussy. Having just felt Mercy licking her cunt, Rachel could vividly imagine what the dark haired goth girl was doing to the bone white little body in the chair. As the sounds of licking and slurping became louder, the evil young girl began to smile, but her breathing never seemed to change. Until suddenly she grasped Mercy’s head with both hands and thrust her hips frantically.

Violet came with out making a sound, with out blinking or taking her eyes off the guest that lay helpless a few feet away in the bed. She gave a silent gasp that showed off her fangs. Then it was done.

The little Princess looked down at her favorite human and said, “Give Rachel a kiss, let her taste herself and me on your lips, then you may sleep.”

Mercy stood up and stepped to the side of the bed. She looked into the wide confused eyes of her house guest, then kissed her.

Rachel tried to move her hand to stop it; she tried to say, “Wait, what is going on?”

But it was useless, she must still be dreaming; so Rachel lay there in bed enjoying the dream of kissing Mercy. She was tender, loving and warm. Her kisses felt nice, her hands were gentle, her body soft. It was a dream now about nice sex, no more naughty perverted things.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 11

Rachel woke up to find her fourteen year old body wrapped around Mercy. Her head was comfortably resting against the older teen’s big boobs. Both girls were very naked. For long moments Rachel did not move she just looked at the sleeping face of the goth girl. She considered carefully the ideas that suddenly came to her mind.

Control, it was all about having no control over her life. At home, at school, even here in this strange house, people did things to her and she was powerless to stop them. She was nothing but an object; to be ordered around, to be used. People got from her what they wanted; they took it and never even asked if they could have it.

Rachel pushed herself away from the sleeping goth girl. Yes, even Mercy, who seemed so nice and helpful, had used her. The fact that it has not been brutal or painful was beside the point. Last night had not all been a dream, she was sure. Then the more disturbing thought sprang to her mind. Rachel slowly raised her hand to her neck.

In a flash she was out of bed, moving as quickly and quietly as she could, still naked, Rachel rushed down the short hallway to the bathroom. She closed the door and took a deep breath, then looked into the mirror. Sure enough, there were marks on her neck. It looked like some one had nibbled and sucked at her throat, but also there were two clear punctures, fang marks. Rachel’s knees trembled, she held onto the sink, her tummy turned in knots. The evil little girl had been real. She had been a vampire. No, no, that could not be true. It was crazy.

When she finally walked out of the bathroom, Rachel was determined to get some answers. She would take control of the situation for once. Entering the bedroom, she breathed a sigh of relief; Mercy was still sleeping. That would make things easier. Looking around the room it did not take Rachel long to find some things to tie the goth girl down. Gently the fourteen year old took Mercy’s arms and bound them to the bed posts, then tied her legs too. The older teen was now naked and helpless in her own bed.

Rachel thought for a moment about what she was about to do. Mercy didn’t seem to be a bad person. Everything about her said nice and friendly, except maybe the first impression of how she dressed. But right now she was naked and sleeping, looking like a big cuddly baby. Rachel turned away and took a knife from her backpack. She was going to get some answers even if she had to be the bad guy.

Rachel climbed onto the bed, onto the chubby naked girl that was sleeping there. She was still naked herself, maybe it would have been smart to get dressed first, but she had not. Rachel smiled and gave in to the perverse urge to rub her pussy against Mercy’s smoothly shaven crotch. It felt good. The older teen gave a soft moan and tried to move slightly. Rachel began to rub herself harder grinding her pussy down into the soft flesh beneath her.

With the knife she gave a small poke at Mercy’s breast to wake her up. The goth girl gave a sharp yelp and struggled to move. The improvised restraints held. Rachel looked her in the eye and said “I want the truth, what the hell is going on around here? Who are you? Who is that little girl? What do you want with me?”

Mercy looked around for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. The young house guest had really surprised her. The girl was no killer, that was clear, but she was unpredictable and that made her dangerous. Mercy had hopped for a nice morning wake up, cuddling with Rachel, fingering her slippery pussy as the young teen sucked on her nipple. Now she had a naked knife wielding red head demanding answers, on top of her. It was a good bit of work, although it was clear the girl had not thought her plan through all the way. That was just more proof that Rachel was on the edge.

“OK fine, I will tell you.” Mercy said, making sure her breath was rapid so it was clear that she was frightened. “This isn’t my house, I work for the real owner, she is a vampire. She looks like a ten year old but she is really over one hundreds years old. I’ve been her servant ever since I can remember, she’s like a mother to me. She drinks my blood and has sex with me all the time.”

Mercy moved her hips with the last comment. She noticed that Rachel was still sitting on her crotch.

“That little girl is a vampire, a real vampire?” Rachel murmured, “All that stuff last night, it wasn’t a dream? My god, she is a like a total evil slut!”

Rachel rubbed herself harder against the helpless older teen beneath her. Wanting to do something violent, but holding back.

“She is not evil.” Mercy said “I’ve seen evil and she is sweet and playful compared to some of her kind.”

That was the secret truth of her life, the goth girl had been around vampires a great deal and she played at being dark and spooky but she had never really embraced the blackness. Mercy had watched people die, she had helped to dispose of bodies, she had even killed a few times to protect her little Princess, but she had never enjoyed any of that. She knew that Violet didn’t enjoy death, not like some vampires did.

“Not evil? Everyone around me is fucking evil. If they are not ignoring me or making fun of me they are rapping me! Now I’m a fuck toy and a midnight snack for a preteen vampire!”

Rachel rubbed her pussy hard against her victim, anger and lust mixed together.

She gripped the knife tight, and then suddenly started stabbing Mercy. She drove the blade down in small quick thrusts into the girl’s breasts, her chest her shoulders. The goth girl shrieked partly in pain but mostly in surprise.

The logical part of her mind told Mercy that the cuts were not serious; the girl was not driving the blade in as deep as possible. The pain was almost delicious, mixing with the way the sexy young girl was grinding against her clit, it was sure to bring on a great orgasm. But unlike any bondage games she had ever played before, the danger was very real. This crazy kid may get carried away and kill her.

“Fuck everyone! Fuck your little vampire! Fuck you! I want to be evil!” Rachel sobbed hysterically as she rubbed her cunt against Mercy’s smooth pussy.

Every stab of the knife made her feel like she was in control, it made her feel hot. Soon she was cumming the most intense orgasm of her young life.

That’s when the door burst open.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 12

When the door burst open, fourteen year old Rachel; the house guest, was sitting naked on top of older teen Mercy; the house manager, who was tied to the bed. That alone would not have been so unusual in this place. But the bloody knife in Rachel’s hand and the red blossoms across Mercy’s chest were clear evidence that something was wrong.

“Fuck everyone, fuck your little vampire, fuck you! I want to be evil.” Rachel sobbed hysterically as she rubbed her cunt against Mercy’s smooth pussy.

Soon she was cumming the most intense orgasm of her young life. She hardly even noticed the loud crack of the door frame braking. Then suddenly many hands were on her, dragging her off the bed.

Rachel kicked and struggled, she used the knife, she used her teeth. Her recent life seemed to be one defeat after another. But this time she would win. She would fight harder than ever before. She would not let them subdue her, then rape her. That’s what the young teenager thought anyhow.

What happened was that she was pushed and carried down the hall to a small closet, stuffed into it then the door was locked. She slammed her body against the door several times, but it held. She was trapped.

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Breathing heavily Rachel tried to calm down and focus. She was naked; as she had been from the time she woke up today. She still had the knife, although the back of her hand hurt a lot from some one slamming it into a wall trying to make her drop the knife. The girl smiled in the dark closet, it was a victory; she still had a weapon.

She considered her prison. It was small and there was a pile of soft fabric, blankets sheets and towels she guessed from the feel of it. She felt around for a light switch; there was none. She expected them to come get her soon, so she got ready to attack. Thinking about how best to escape the house as the minutes crept slowly past.

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Rachel woke up suddenly, as light flooded the closet. She had not wanted to fall asleep, but with nothing else to do, she had wrapped herself in a blanket and drifted off. After a second of sleepy confusion, she remembered that she was trying to escape. Clutching the knife tightly she made ready to spring into action. But before she could act a commanding little voice spoke, freezing her in place.

“You are a very bad guest. You have interrupted my sleep. Your attack on my servant has caused a great deal of trouble.”

In the doorway to the closet stood a small child, dressed in elegant Victorian style clothing, her skin white as milk, her golden hair so long it almost touched the floor, her eyes an alien green. The vampire girl Violet looked very unhappy.

Rachel said nothing. She gathered her courage and got ready to attack. Maybe this little girl was a vampire, or just some crazy rich kid. It didn’t matter; Rachel was going to get away. Whatever happened this time, she would not cower in fear or give in to demands.

“I should have you punished, down in the basement for three days of torture, before I decide if I want to drink every last drop of your blood, but I’m felling generous.”

The sharp look in the small vampire’s eyes seemed deadly serious. No little girl ever had that sort of cold gaze.

“If you agree to be my servant for a year and a day, according to the old ways, you will gain my protection, in exchange you must be loyal.”

Rachel had not been expecting an offer like that.

“Are you serious?” She asked one hand gripping the knife the other hand covering the breasts.

“Yes. Just like the other residents of this house. Your troubles in life will be taken care of. You will have free time to enjoy yourself. But you must serve me, do as you’re told, and act with my best interests at heart. You must defend this house and keep the secret. You must willingly give yourself to feed me.” The child spoke the words to the contract. “Think about it. I will have your answer tonight.”

With that said, the closet door was slammed shut again.

Rachel had not been expecting that. It was like one of those offers you can’t refuse in the mafia movies. Join us or else. We will take care of you but you have to be our slave. It’s your choice but if you don’t join your in for a world of hurt. Rachel thought about it all, she had nothing else to do. It was all so crazy. Her life had become a sort of nightmare, but what could she do?

“It’s all about taking control of your situation, your choices.” A voice whispered into her ear.

She felt around in the darkness but no one was there.

“Don’t be passive and let things happen to you. Don’t accept the limited options people force you to choose from.” The voice said.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 13

Rachel was wrapped in a blanket, locked in a closet, thinking about what she would do when the little vampire princess came back. Part of her still thought the entire situation was crazy. Vampires didn’t really exist. But the danger she faced from a house full of people loyal to the psycho girl, was very real. She tapped her knife against the floor as the thought. The small thump as the blade bit into the wood was reassuring.

Suddenly there was noise from downstairs; a big crash and some shouting followed by the sounds of fighting and furniture braking. Rachel had no idea what was going on. Maybe the house was being raided by the cops. Maybe they would rescue her. She listened to the sounds and tried to make out what was being said. But there was too much confusion.

Eventually things quieted down, so a strong male voice could be heard barking out orders. “Get these punks tied up. Make sure they aren’t going anyplace. Then we start the search. Room by room, top to bottom. We must find the little bitch before sunset.” A few minutes later there was the sound of boots in the hallway outside the closet.

Rachel decided she would act. She set the knife down next to the door and put a towel over it.

Then she thumped weakly on the door, “help, help, I’m in here!” She called out.

A second later a voice from outside the door yelled, “Boss we got something here.”

The girl in the closet listened to the sound of more footsteps, then some whispering. She called for help a few more times, asking if anyone was there. Then suddenly the door was pulled open. Bright light flooding the small space made her flinch and cover her eyes.

“Its her!” One of the guys in the hallway gasped.

Rachel felt a sharp burning pain in her left side almost at the same time as she heard the flat twang of the crossbow string.

“Hold it!” Barked the leader’s voice. “You fools, that’s not her.”

Rachel staggered back, her hand clutching her side. Her eyes wide in shocked disbelief. She had been shot! These men shot her, with a crossbow! She gasped then dropped to her knees. ‘Fucked by life once more.’ she thought in despair.

“Get her downstairs now. Patch her up. Don’t tie her up, but keep a close eye on her.”

The gruff looking man said to his troops.

Then more quietly he said, “I’m sorry Miss, but this is dangerous work.”

Rachel wanted to make some sarcastic reply but she just gurgled something incoherently, as two men picked her up and carried her down the stairs.

“Damn it. You may have just shot one of the people we are here to save. Fucking amateurs.” The leader grumbled.

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Rachel woke up to the sound of cheering and some more scuffling. It was still day light, all the blinds had been torn down. She was sitting in a big chair, bandages wrapped around her chest. Still naked except for the blanket draped over her. A guy in military style clothes stood next to her, on guard. Coming down the stairs was a pack of troops carrying the struggling little vampire girl. She hissed and pulled at her captors. Then let out a shriek as one of them zapped her with a tazer, again.

“Get her over here.” The leader said, standing next to the dining room table.

The troops forced the small creature onto the table and held her there. The man who seemed to be in charge of this vampire hunt, took a nail gun from a bag on the floor. There was a long, long second of silence then the rapid thump, thump of two nails being fired; followed by the cries of the child as her hand was pinned to the table.

Some of the men looked on in quiet shock. Others cheered as the evil bitch from hell was nailed. The captured teens who were residents of the house struggled against the handcuffs and plastic zip-ties that held them in place. They had all been gagged so the muffled chorus of protests sounded pathetic. A few of the men kicked the prisoners and told them to shut up.

The leader said nothing as he walked round the table, two nails in each hand, two in each for arm, legs up so her feet are flat, then two nails in each foot. Rachel felt sick as she watched. The small girl was not acting like some creature of darkness. She was whimpering and crying and kept repeating, “please no, no…”

The gruff soldier didn’t seem to care.

“Push the table closer to the window.” He ordered “So princess here can get some more sun.”

A few of the men laughed at the joke.

“I have some questions for you, but first I’m going to let you bake for a bit before we talk.” He told the vampire, and then he drew his large knife.

With a few cuts and a hard pull her fancy nightdress came off. Her small body was fully exposed to the late afternoon sun.

“But isn’t that going to kill her?” One of the men asked the leader as he walked away from the table. “Sure sunlight kills vampires, but it doesn’t make them burst into flames instantly.”

The boss answered as he continued walking towards the door.

“I’ve got to make a call. I should be back in ten minutes.”

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 14

Violet lay naked in the sunlight. She had not done that in a very, very long time. She had always loved warm spring days with the smell of new flowers in bloom. But that was part of her other life. As a vampire she found the sunlight painful and it was hard to stay awake during the day. Some times she would do it; force herself to stay awake and peek out at the world.

This afternoon Violet was not in the light by her own choice. Vampire hunters had attacked her house and captured her. They had nailed her small body to a table and ripped off her clothes, exposing her delicate white skin to the harsh light. She was in serious trouble and she could see no way out of it. The only thing she could try was to stall for time.

But as soon as the leader of the hunters had left the house to make a phone call, the situation started to turn ugly. The group was dressed military style and carried lots of weapons, but it was clear that they were not well disciplined professionals. A few of them simply wanted to kill the vampire right away, a few others wanted to ‘make her pay for what she did’ while another few were in favor of rapping her before torturing her.

The most gruesome suggestion came from a man holding a baseball bat that had been sharpened to a point.

“I promised on the grave of my son that I would shove this bat right up her evil cunt.”

Rachel sat and listened to the debate. The men were talking about the young girl as if she was an inhuman thing, an evil creature. One of the men argued that they should not fuck her because it might be dangerous. Another said they should fuck her before impaling her. No one seemed to have a shred of compassion for the naked little girl who they had nailed to a table.

Unless you consider the guy who said, “Let’s just kill her and be done with it.”

It made Rachel angry to hear how these men were talking. Even though she had thought about driving a wooden stake through Violet’s chest early this morning, she did not like all this talk about rape and torture. She didn’t like it because deep down she remembered not so long ago being helpless, tied to her own dining room table as her father and his fuck-friend had talked about her. They had used that same tone of voice, although they had not planned anything so nasty and fatal. They had talked as if Rachel did not even exist as a person, as if she was just an object to be used.

Although Violet looked to be ten years old she was really over one hundred and in that time she had learned a great deal about psychology; why people act the way they do and how to manipulate them. Her main tactic was usually the sweet and innocent approach with a hint of naughtiness to draw her victims in. But that was hardly the only trick she had to use.

Listening to the men talk it had become clear to her that they all held personal grudges against her, rather than a general vendetta against vampires. Begging for mercy would not work with this bunch.

So the little vampire tried a different approach.

“Goofball there is right; you should just kill me now.” She said with a clear tremor in her voice, wanting the men to know she was afraid. “If you try fucking me, you’ll regret it.”

She did her best to sound like she was bluffing.

That simple bit of reverse psychology settled things. Soon the first man had his pants down and his cock in hand. Two other guys took hold of the helpless girl’s legs and made sure she was open wide. Violet snarled at him and called him all sorts of nasty names, as he climbed into place on top of her.

She struggled a little but the pain of the nails made it so she didn’t want to move at all.

Then just as he was rubbing the hard head of his cock against her hairless little cunt, she said, “I bet you always wanted to fuck your own daughter like this but you didn’t have the balls to do it.”

“Shut up you bitch!” The man hissed as he thrust his prick into her tight hole.

He was not very big but it hurt enormously as he popped her cherry. Although Violet was far from innocent, she had been turned into a vampire while she was still a virgin and so whenever she regenerated she returned to that physical condition. It was something of a curse that she tried to make the best of. But today it offered one more way for these men to hurt her.

He fucked the little vampire child hard and fast, getting satisfaction from each painful gasp she let out. She was suffering and that made him happy. Although in truth it was not his prick violating her tiny cunt that caused her so much pain, it was the movement of her small body pulling at the nails with each thrust he made. For the man fucking the evil creature was like a therapy for the trouble she had caused in his life.

Rachel watched with tears in her eyes. It was so brutal and painful. The agonized gasps of the young girl were unbearable. Some one had to stop these men. But life was not like the movies no hero arrived in the nick of time. She would have to act.

The first man finished fucking the vampire girl with a satisfied grunt, and then he climbed off her. Another of the troops took his place.

“You don’t want sloppy seconds do you?” Violet asked as he poked his big cock at her abused bald pussy lips. “Put your cock in my mouth.” She said in a very quiet commanding voice.

The man hesitated, but then slammed home his shaft up into the evil child.

The second man put his hands around the little vampire’s neck and squeezed as he fucked her long and hard. His cock was so big it stretched her tiny cunt and hammered at her cervix. When he finally came he thrust into her so hard that she let out a silent shriek, as the big head of his dick popped into her child sized womb.

When the man tried to pull out, he found that his cock was trapped. Violet saw the fear in his eyes and she smiled.

“You fuck just like daddy does, so I’m gonna keep your cock in me forever.” She said with sweetness.

He pushed down hard on her chest and used all his strength to throw himself backward, to escape the little evil cunt.

She let him go. With a loud pop, he was out of her and flying off the table to crash land on the floor. Most of the men laughed. A few others had worried looks. Even though see seemed helpless, maybe the vampire was still dangerous.

Violet forced out a laugh, “Is that the best you can do? Bunch of limp dick, pretend soldiers. I’m in no danger of being fucked to death I see.”

A few seconds later three men set out to prove her wrong. As two of them spread her small ass cheeks wide, the third took a broken chair leg and rammed it up her bum. He pushed and twisted it till it was a few inches inside her ass hole, then he gave it a good kick with his boot.

The vampire screamed and cried, “You bastards, you child molesting sons of bitches.”

The men laughed as they got ready for more fun. One guy climbed onto the table, between her legs and aimed his cock at her already well used hairless cunt. The other guy straddled her head and aimed his fat prick at her mouth. When the first guy forced his dick into her sloppy cunt, Violet opened her mouth to gasp, just as the second guy expected. He took hold of the little girl’s head and started to face fuck her.

Violet closed her eyes tight, not wanting the men to see the joy that was in them. ‘These fools they were so very careless’ she thought as she carefully used her fangs to prick the fat prick that was stuffed down her throat. She drank his blood and he never noticed it. Even as her body was violated she grew stronger, maybe she would survive until night fall.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 15

As everyone watches the rape of the little vampire girl, Rachel makes her move. Her first objective was the guard’s gun. Because he was standing to the left of her chair, with his pistol strapped to his right leg, she could reach it easily, with her left hand.

She was no expert with guns, but her dad had taken her target shooting a few times, back when life was more normal. And like everyone her age she had played a few first person shooter games. The trick was to draw the gun, switch off the safety and pull the trigger before the guard could react.

The loud Bang startled everyone, even Rachel. For a second she could not believe how easy it had been. The guard could not believe it either; he seemed to crumple slowly to the floor, a very surprised look in his eyes. Not wanting to lose initiative, Rachel picked the next closest target and fired again, Bang – Bang!

As she stood up, everyone just starred at her. So she shot another guy, Bang! Now the men started diving for cover. Part of her brain warned that they would return fire soon, but the Adrenalin rush was so great that she felt invulnerable.

Bang – Bang! Rachel walked forward, her blanket forgotten; she was naked except for the bandage that was wrapped around her chest, just below her teenage tits.

Rachel felt great, until she pulled the trigger again and the gun gave a tiny empty ‘click’. She tossed it aside and crouched next to the dead trooper right in front of her. That’s when people started shooting at her. The scattered Boom – Boom of guns seemed very, very loud.

But no one hit her. They did make it hard for Rachel to concentrate on taking the guy’s pistol. It seemed to take forever before she got it out. Then she was up and sprinting to the stairs. She was amazed that she had not been hit.

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When the gun fire started Violet was shocked. It was totally unexpected. Not surprisingly she bit down hard on what she had in her mouth. The guy who had been face fucking her started to scream almost immediately. His incoherent ahrrrrh… was lost in the grunts and yelps of the men who were being shot. But soon he started to regain his wits and tried to pull away. The nearly helpless little vampire girl decided she did not want him going any place. She sank her fangs deep into his cock and held tight to him. She would drink as much of his blood as she could.

As some of the men started yelling “she went up the stairs, don’t let her get away.” and that sort of thing.

The trooper with his prick trapped by the vampire started crying for help, “She’s got me. She’s gonna bit it off. Help!”

The room was complete confusion. The captive residents of the house struggled to free themselves with new vigor. A couple of guys checked the wounded and dead. A few men with shotguns gathered at the bottom of the stairs getting ready to go after the wild girl. A few other guys tried to help the poor bastard get his cock free from the vampire bitch. While one man clubbed the prisoners back into order, a couple of the vampire hunters just slipped on out the door.

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Rachel got to the top of the upper hallway, took a few more steps then lay flat on the floor, facing the stairs. She braced the pistol and took aim. Her heart was racing fast. The first guy to come up would get a bullet in his head. Then she could tuck and role into the room next to her. Beyond that she had no plan.

The sun was beginning to set.

It seemed like forever before the careful footsteps crept up the stairs. Maybe three guys, Rachel guessed. The first target came into view, Bang! He went down screaming. She had been a bit off center, wounding the side of his head. His friends halted their advance to tend to him, causing more long moments to slowly creep by for Rachel.

It seemed to take forever before the men got their comrade free from the vampire bitch. She made a little game of it. Whenever they tried anything she would bite a bit harder on the man’s cock, making sure to cause more pain than real damage, making him scream loud. But eventually they managed to rescue the poor fellow who had been much drained during the ordeal. One man held the vampire’s head as another man used all his strength to push her small mouth open, resulting in a jaw popping snap.

By this time the sun was down.

“This is completely fucked up.” One of the troops said, “Let’s just kill her and get out of here.”

There were some hasty nods of agreement.

“Yea the cops will be here soon.” Another guy reasoned.

The man who had nearly had his cock bitten off by the damn vampire slut was in no mood to reason. He picked up the baseball bat that had been sharpened into a stake from where it had fallen. Then he aimed it right between the creature’s little legs, right at her hairless evil cunt.

The rest of the men started withdrawing quickly. It was not a very organized retreat, but it was not a panic either. One of them kept covering the stairs with his shotgun, well aware of the crazy girl upstairs with a pistol. Other guys carried out the wounded and the dead too.

Rachel could hear the activity downstairs. It was clear what was going on. The men were about to go away, they had stopped coming after her. If she stayed quiet she would be ok. But they would kill the little vampire girl. Rachel’s hand was shaking, her stomach was in knots. Her body hurt all over and she could feel that the bandages around her chest were wet with blood. What should she do…

With a smile of pure hate the man pressed the sharp point of the stake between the little vampire’s already abused pussy lips. Then he took hold of the hammer. Thump!

He started to drive the stake in. Violet screamed and pulled hard at the nails that herd her to the table. There was no more time to play; she knew this would be the best chance to free herself and attack. Fortunately the man who was trying to kill her, by driving a stake up her entire body, had already been drained of a good deal of blood. This made him weaker than normal so his efforts were not having quite as much results as they might have.

Rachel had decided what to do and was getting her feet under her, when she heard the first thump & scream. ‘No time to be sneaky now.’ She thought as she dashed to the stairs.

Ka-boom!

The guy at the bottom fired at her. White hot pain tore a million scratches across her legs, then she slipped and went bouncing down the stairs on her ass. Every step was a jarring shock, but somehow she kept hold of her gun. She came to a stop right at the man’s feet, as he was just starting to aim down at her. Bang- bang! Rachel pulled the trigger twice, catching the man in the guts. He crumpled backward to lean against the wall.

Violet pulled her feet free of the nails as the fourth hammer blow drove the spike into her small body. The pain was incredible, but she knew the stake was nowhere near her heart yet. Aiming as best she could, the lil vampire girl kicked the man in the head. Then she rolled to her left, pulling with all the strength to free her right arm.

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The man who had been standing ready with another stake, looked towards the gunshots at the bottom of the stairs, then he quickly aimed the stake at the vampire’s heart. When she kicked his comrade away, he raised the hammer to strike. But as his hand came down, the small bloody arm of the evil child creature shot up to intercept him. Thinking quickly he pressed down with his trapped arm, onto the girl’s small neck. Then he raised up the stake, praying he could drive it into her without a hammer.

Violet was surprised by the man’s quick actions. She had been confident of victory one second then feared it would all be over the next. That is when the last gun shot rang out. Bang! The man twitched and collapsed.

“Head shot.” Rachel said in imitation of a dramatic video game voice.

Limping forward, her naked body splattered with blood, most of it her own, the young teenager held the pistol in one hand. She didn’t even know if there were any bullets left in the gun, but having it was a cold sort of comfort. Rachel staggered to the table and looked Violet in the eye. The child’s white skin was every bit as blood covered, but her wounds were disappearing quickly.

Rachel put her gun down, then took hold of the big stake that was still stuffed up the vampire’s hairless cunt.

“Little princess, about that deal you offered me, no. I’m not gonna be anybody’s servant or sex toy or whatever.”

Having said that, Rachel pulled the sharpened baseball bat out. It made a sickeningly wet slurping sound as it slid free from the girl’s small body.

Violet smiled a very sweet smile, “Of course you won’t be my servant, you’re going to be my new best friend.”

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 16

Rachel woke up in a nice soft warm bed. It must be a hospital, the fourteen year old red head thought because there was the regular ‘beep beep’ sound of one of those monitoring machines you always see in hospital rooms. But as she looked around the room she felt more like it was a fancy hotel, and it sure smelled nice. The bed was not the usual hospital contraption; it was a big regular bed. There was a bunch of medical stuff next to her, but the rest of the room was well decorated with fancy furniture and wallpaper.

Rachel couldn’t remember anything after confronting the little vampire girl, who’s life she had just saved. She had said something cool and dramatic, about not being anybody’s servant or sex toy, then passed out. Rachel figured if the police had picked her up she would not be in a place like this.

Taking a peek under the covers, Rachel was surprised. She expected to be all bandaged up like a mummy. But she was naked and there was no sign of her wounds. Tossing the covers off, she took a better look at herself. There were a few white marks, small scars, where she had been shot. Just below her breast was the line left by the crossbow bold. On her legs were many dots, where the shotgun pellets had ripped into her. Rachel poked at her self. No pain, everything felt normal. What was going on?

Just then the door opened. Violet ran into the room giggling like the 9yr old little girl she appeared to be. Dressed in fancy clothes with lots of lace, her skin white as milk, her long golden hair perfectly combed, she looked more like a doll than a real kid. Certainly she did not look like the recent victim of torture and rape. Violet ran right to the bed and jumped up, giving Rachel a big hug.

“I’m so happy you’re awake! Are you feeling OK? Do you want something to eat?”

The child sized vampire girl asked as she bounced on the bed, her arms tight around the young teenager’s naked body.

“Yea I’m OK, but its kind of weird that I am.” Rachel answered; involuntarily putting her arms around the girl and returning the hug.

The basic truth of the moment was that she needed someone to hold, some comfort.

“Was I in a coma for a month or something?” She asked after a small moment of silence.

“No nothing like that, I just used some magic to save your life.” Violet giggled.

“Are you kidding?” Rachel asked.

She was not at all sure what to think. Magic, why not, after all the other strange stuff, why not magic too? Putting her hands on the small shoulders of the girl she pushed her away just a bit, so she could look into those strange deep green eyes.

“Will you tell me what’s really going on here?”

Violet looked up, she was in cute innocent kid mode, appearing as a sweet 9yr old. So it seemed that Rachel was the older girl, the more worldly and experienced. But that was a total lie and they both knew it. Violet had lived over one hundred years as a vampire.

“We are in a hotel owned by my father, the vampire who blessed me. We are safe. It’s the night after the attack on my house. Your healing is part of the gift I want to give you. But right now forget about all that; I want to make love with you.” The little Princess said.

Rachel was speechless; she had not been expecting that last statement at all.

With childish glee Violet giggled and placed her small hands on Rachel’s breasts.

“I promise to be gentle.” The little vampire said as she caressed the teenager’s tits.

Rachel’s breasts were average size for a girl her age, but her nipples were more sensitive, maybe because of all the sex she had been having over the past few months. Whatever the reason her nipples reacted and sent a warm tingling spark down to her tummy.

“Stop it, please.” Rachel said after a moment of enjoyment.

Conflicting thoughts rushing around in her brain. She didn’t push the child vampire away; instead she placed her hands on top of Violet’s, holding her fingers still.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to use you, abuse you, feed on you or trick you in any way. ”

Violet said in a serious voice the carried some of her deep understanding of human nature.

“I want you as my friend, I want to make you feel good and I want you to enjoy my body too.”

Rachel closed her eyes, her heart was beating fast, it was all so very wrong, but it was the closest she had ever come to an honest normal sexual experience.

“I want you as my friend too.” She said slowly.

Then she let go of the small hands that were clasping her breasts, giving permission for the little vampire to continue fondling her tits. Violet smiled a warm happy expression.

As she rubbed and caressed the teenager’s tits, the small vampire leaned closer, rising up on her knees to bring her lips level with Rachel’s. Their first kiss was slow and tender, a sort of teasing lip and tongue dance. Violet refused to be more aggressive; she wanted her new lover to make the next move.

Eventually Rachel’s arms encircled the small body and pulled her tight. Their lips now pressing fully together. Their kissing deeper and more passionate. Violet twisted the stiff teenage nipples between her delicate fingers, pressing harder as she opened her mouth inviting Rachel’s tongue inside her.

After a small eternity of kissing, they broke apart. Rachel was gasping for breath. Violet was looking lustful.

“Can I please lick your pussy now? I want to taste you, I want to make you cum.” The child said in her youthful voice.

Rachel was determined not to be passive in this, but she was so very hot that she could not think of anything other than Violet’s cute little face between her legs. Leaning back in the bed, onto the pillows, so she could look down and watch, Rachel stretched herself out, spreading her legs. It was the first time she had opened herself up like this willingly. Sliding her hands known her tummy to her lightly furred pussy, she rubbed her outer lips. Rachel was starting to enjoy showing off for her new friend, because the girl had a look of wide eyed excitement. It was clear that Violet was enjoying herself.

The vampire girl watched for a few more moments, before she started crawling forward. Still fully dressed, she settled between the naked teenager’s open legs. Rachel held her pussy lips open, the best unspoken invitation a girl can make. Violet started licking slowly and playfully, all around the nice pink pussy. She was determined to make this unforgettable.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 17

When Violet had been human she had never even thought about having sex with another girl. Everyone knew it was something that happened between a man and a woman. So she dreamed innocent dreams about the perfect man who would take her away from her dull life and become her lover. Unlike many romantic fantasies, hers came true, more or less.

As things turn out, the man she fell in love with was a vampire, a shadow prince, who gifted her with eternal life and youth. Although she would always be a child just on the verge of blooming into a woman, her spirit would age as she gained years and years of experiences. The little Princess looked cute and sweet but there was nothing innocent behind her deep green eyes.

Violet had first learned to have sex with other girls because her Prince pushed her into doing it. Having a woman touch her body ‘that way’ was bizarre but not unpleasant. More importantly it seemed to excite her Prince. So Violet let herself be caressed and licked and finger fucked, until she grew to enjoy the subtle difference in the touch of a woman. Of course she was expected to learn to give pleasure not simply to receive it. Again it was mostly a matter of doing as she was told because it exciter her Prince. At first Violet didn’t much care how effective she was at pleasing her partner. Her aim was to put on a good show for her lover. Sex with a girl was a means to an end.

Somewhere over the years that had changed. Violet enjoyed the emotions flowing from the girls she had sex with. As with all vampires she fed on emotions as well as blood. But being kind hearted, more or less, she tended to prefer provoking lust rather than terror. So she had gotten very skillful at reading people and guessing what turned them on most.

Rachel, who lay naked in bed, enjoying Violet’s mouth pressed to her fourteen year old pussy, was in need of tender love and care. No dirty perverted nasty sex, she had gotten enough of that at home. Violet knew that if she wanted to make this girl her friend, she would have to go slow and be nice.

The fact that Violet looked like a nine year old girl often worked to her advantage, as some men and women lusted after her, knowing full well they should not be having sex with her. Their perverse desire always left a satisfying taste when she got them to give in and break the taboo age barrier. She knew this would be the case with Rachel. Although there was only a few years difference in their physical ages, the vampire could tell that the teenager was hesitant to violate a minor.

So Violet worked slowly at licking Rachel’s pussy. She made sure her new friend was good and wet before slipping in a finger. Licking and finger fucking with expert skill, the small vampire made the teenager cum three times. After the first orgasm Rachel grabbed the back of the little vampire’s head and held her mouth in place. After the second orgasm, the teenager let go of Violet’s head and frantically began fondling her own breasts.

The vampire lifted her head from between Rachel’s legs, which were still shivering with little orgasm aftershocks. “Wow seeing you cum like that has me so hot and wet. Will you please lick me now? I will do anything for you if you make me cum.” the child said sweetly.

It surprised Violet when her new lover gave a quick nod, she expected Rachel would be willing but not quite so forward.

“Let’s get you naked too.” The teenager said enthusiastically.

With trebling fingers Rachel helped strip the clothing from the vampire’s small body. She had given in to her passion and was determined not to be hesitant about anything. So off came the many layers of Violet’s fancy dress.

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The sex they had was long and passionate. The girls soon entering a 69 position that would last until they both collapsed from exhaustion. Rachel had been determined to keep going even after she had an orgasm so strong she almost passed out. But she kept her hands on Violets tight young bums and drew the vampire’s tiny wet, hairless pussy back to her lips. In the end the girls fell into a mutual half sleep, with Violet’s small body on top of Rachel like a blanket.

Many quiet heartbeats passed before the door opened.

Violet looked up, her eyes sparkling with the happiness that she had just enjoyed. In the door was an angle of death, a woman of average height with a solid athletic build, her age was hard to tell, in her mid twenties one would guess. She was dressed in leather with a dozen weapons under her long coat. Her face was a mix of African and Asian, attractive but not quite beautiful, her hair was short and unkempt. Her voice was calm and condescending.

“Prepare yourself; we have business to attend to.”

Violet climbed off the bed and stuck her tongue out at the ominous demon in the doorway. She then turned and started tucking Rachel into bed; making sure her new friend was comfortable.

“Things will not start with out me.” She said as she began to put her dress back on.

The woman tapped her foot impatiently. But this dint speed up the little vampire princess one bit.

When she was properly dressed, Violet turned to face the woman again.

“Very well, I’m ready. You may escort me now.”

The angle of death gave a small “humph” then turned and started walking down the corridor.

Violet didn’t like her immortal sister very much. She was somber and serious, always going on about some business of other. She had no sense of humor and only seemed to enjoy the bloody side of life. She was an attack dog. That’s the best comparison Violet could come up with.

It had been a dozen years since their last real argument, a duel Violet had won. It was partly her own fault for provoking Rumi with small verbal jabs. But the way the dog reacted was unacceptable.

The real fight started with her sister growling, “Stay out of my way, you useless spoiled brat.” To which Violet replied, “tisk tisk, your forgetting your place.”

In a flash Rumi drew her sword and slashed the small vampire across the chest, not a deep wound but a shocking one. With out pause she then kicked Violet’s legs out from under her. The little princess was no fighter, she knew that her sister could kill her, but she hadn’t expected to be attacked. She squeaked.

The angle of death had hovered over Violet. Teeth in an evil smile, eyes inhumanly red, sword positioned for a downward thrust right into the small vampire’s heart. Oddly enough the old stories had a bizarre bit of truth to them; only a wooden object driven through the heart could kill a vampire. The sword would not have killed Violet, but it would have hurt and it would take many days to regenerate from a wound like that.

“You are nothing but a nuisance, a useless mouth to feed.” Rumi snarled.

Violet looked up her own eyes such a dark green they were nearly black. Somehow she calmed her panic and replied.

“I am the Princess of this house; you are nothing but an attack dog. Father loves me, he merely finds you useful.”

The truth wrapped up in that staggered her sister.

“I don’t need to be loved. Love is a stupid illusion.” Rumi shot back quickly.

“You need it. Everyone does.” Violet answered. Then in a more firm voice she said “Put away your sword or you will lose your place in this house. You are a junior member here, do not forget that.”

“Thank you elder sister for reminding me of my duty. I will not lose my temper like this again.” Rumi said then sheathed her blade.

She walked away, leaving Violet on the floor.

The little princess knew that her sister walked in a different world of darkness than she did. There were parts of the angle of death that Violet did not understand, but she did know the core of Rumi’s pain and rage. No one had ever loved her. The fight for survival had been everything to her, now she had been granted immortality. But it was conditional to her usefulness.

Thoughts of the past aside…

“How do you wish to do this?” Rumi asked as they walked down the steps to the lowest level of the hotel.

Her mind was set on the important business of extracting information from the prisoners.

“We will nail him to a table and keep hammering in more nails till he talks.” Violet answered simply. “If that fails, I will let you do whatever you like to him.”

Rumi gave a predatory smile “Yes princess.”

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 18

Rachel woke up suddenly, someone was watching her, she could feel eyes looking into her very soul. The young teen girl could not suppress a shiver, a mix of fear and joy. Before her eyes even focused on him, Rachel knew who was there. The shadow prince had come to visit her.

He stood at the foot of her bed, dressed as she remembered him, all in rich decorative dark clothing with a long coat that seemed to sway in the breeze, even though there was no wind moving through the room. His face was hansom in a renaissance sort of way; his long hair neatly tied back, his beard trimmed short. But it was his eyes that fascinated her most. Endlessly deep and dark they were not human eyes at all.

“You have had exactly one weak now, to think about what you want and what you are willing to do to get it. Have you an answer for me?” He asked with out introductory pleasantries.

Rachel sat up in bed and stretched; no cowering under the covers. She let them fall from her chest, showing off her perky breasts. She gave herself time to wake up before answering his question. Rachel was determined to stay calm and in control of herself.

“What I want is never to be a victim again. What I need is the strength and skill to defend myself.” She said slowly. “And I’m willing to do anything, so long as I’m the one choosing to do it, or not.”

The shadow prince smiled a genuinely warm and surprised smile. “You are no fool. That is increasingly rare these days.” He gestured towards the TV, “People have always struggled to understand their own desires. But in this age, more than any other Iv seen, people are misdirected.

Kant was a wrong when he said, ‘The vocation of man’s species consists of nothing other than progress towards perfection. It was Rousseau who got it right when he said ‘Most of man’s ills are of his own making, and we would have avoided almost all of them if we had retained the simple way of life prescribed by nature.’ Even more pointedly he said ‘As man becomes sociable he becomes a slave, he becomes weak, timid, groveling, and his soft way of life saps his strength and courage.’ ”

Rachel sat quietly until the vampire lord paused, inviting her to comment.

“I guess things are fucked up, but Iv no idea who your quoting.” She said honestly. “Was the world really any better a long time ago?”

“It was different, because death was close to everyone always. People today have no pressing need to examine their lives to decide what is important to them. They assume that in this safe modern society they will live a long time and suffer very little. But in the old days, with death around each corner, more people valued life and tried to make the best of it they could.” The shadow prince explained.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed a finger at the young teenager.

“I can give you the strength and skills you need, I can even give you immortality. But you will have to work hard to earn these things.”

Rachel shrugged.

“Sure. I’ve never been afraid of hard work if it gets me something useful. But if you are going to treat me like a slave, forget it.”

She put on her best serious face. Even though she hated the way her father had used her, the thought of being his sex slave did cause her nipples to harden.

“Are you really offering to turn me into a vampire?” She asked.

“Yes that is prize I offer you.” He said quietly. “But it’s not for everyone. Its nothing like the stories you commonly hear. A vampire can not simply bite a person and make them into another vampire. What we can do is to begin the change in a person. After several bites and some mystical rituals, the would-be immortal seems to come down with an illness. Over several weeks his powers will start to develop and so will his hunger. If he resists the change he will grow more ill and die, as a normal human. If he embraces the change he will become a creature of the night.”

He paused to see if the girl was paying attention.

“You see it’s very hard to make someone a vampire against their will. They must want it. But more than that, they must be able to endure the un-life that is our existence. Many new immortals tend to get themselves killed quickly, as their power makes them mad. They think they can get away with anything. They take foolish risks. They forget that the title immortal is not an absolute description. We can be killed, it is just very difficult to do so.”

The shadow prince explained so the girl would truly know what she was getting into.

“So are you like, undead or demons or what?” sShe asked next.

The vivid memory of the little vampire Violet’s body flooded Rachel’s mind. She had felt cool to the touch but she had not seemed like an animated corps.

“It is hard to say exactly what we are. In matters of the mind and I think the spirit, we are no different than other people. That is to say new immortals are no different. Once you have lived a few hundred years or experienced a great number of things, your point of view can differ a great deal from the human perspective.”

He knew this idea was hard to explain, so he quickly turned to the easier subject.

“We are not possessed by any demons making us do things against our will. What a vampire does, he chooses to do. What makes us seem demonic is our lack of obedience to social norms. Once you turn to the world of darkness, normal things don’t matter so much. Some vampires take antisocial behavior to an extreme. It is one thing to be self centered and do whatever you want. It is another thing to be reckless, to kill and rape, thinking you are unstoppable.”

Rachel nodded.

“Being a vampire makes you powerful but not perfect.” She repeated one of the things she had read in one of her friend’s books. “So why offer this to me?”

The shadow prince put his hand on her shoulder.

“Some people are naturally slaves; they take orders because it’s easy for them. Other people resist being slaves but are eventually broken; they are sad creatures hardly even human. A very few people have the will to resist all the way to the end, believing that death is better than slavery. It is this last kind of person I think worthy of my attention, worthy of immortality.”

He looked deep into Rachel’s eyes. Although she was trying to be brave there was a little girl in the corner of her mind desperately afraid that this conversation would end in rape.

“The deal I offer you is this; a place in my house as a student. If you do well then you may work for me, in a role best suited to your talents. If you do very well then I may adopt you as part of my family. Your training will be hard but honorable. For your part you must promises loyalty to my house and keep our secret.”

The shadow prince spoke the words as if they had more weight than all the legal documents down at city hall.

Rachel felt the unspoken words too; ‘if you fail or betray us, you will die.’ With more courage than she ever used before, the young teenager took hold of the vampire lord’s hand, in both of hers. She moved it down to her chest, and held it right above her heart. “You have my word, I will do my best, to learn from you and make you proud of me.” She said with only the slightest of hesitations.

“How then shall we seal this deal?” He asked after a moment of silence.

A shiver of fear and excitement ran down Rachel’s spine. It was an open offer, she could suggest almost anything and he would accept. But somehow she was sure that the true seal for this deal involved sex and blood. Was he being a gentleman by offering an alternative, by not demanding that she give herself to him?

“How about an exchange?” She asked. “You can have teats of my blood, but only at the moment you are cumming inside me.”

Her pussy began to feel more and more wet as she spoke. The thought of having sex with this man excited her. There was a certain confidence and charisma about him. Although he was not especially large, he seemed powerful. Her dad had been big and strong and even hansom, but there was something ugly and desperate about how he had treated Rachel. She wanted the vampire lord because she believed he could be a kind lover.

“A charming idea.” He said as he moved his hand to cup her small breast. “But not here, let’s go back to my room. I wish you to enjoy your first time with me in more refined surroundings.”

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 19

Rachel wrapped herself in the big fluffy bathrobe, because it was the only thing in her room she had to wear. Then she followed the shadow prince down the hall to the elevators.

“This place is like a hotel.” She commented.

“It is a hotel, although this wing is for staff and special guests only.” He explained.

This man was the Violet’s daddy. He had been fucking the small golden haired vampire girl for over a hundred years. How old was he? Did he fuck many young girls or was she a special case? Rachel wondered as she walked along.

They went down to basement level two, and then took the stairs one level lower. Of course being a vampire he would not have his room at the top. She reasoned. Being underground was safer. Did he sleep in a coffin? No that was just silly. She told herself.

This was the man who had known her mother, what exactly had their relationship been? Did he drink her blood, did he fuck her? All her memories were just foggy dreams. Was it perverted that she wanted this man to make love to her? She was quite sure he had sex with her mother, why would he not? Then again Rachel had been fucked by her father many times, so a perverse connection to her mother already existed in that regard.

They passed through a lobby with a heavy set of security doors and a sleepy old guard at a desk. Rachel wondered if the old guy was of any real use.

“Is he the best guard you have?” She asked quietly as they took a few steps down a short hallway to a big set of polished oak doors.

“He has been a loyal guard for a long time; his post is an honor more than a practical matter.” The vampire lord answered.

They entered his privet sitting room, which looked like a Gothic library. The stone walls were covered with fancy book cases and several old maps. Two large leather chairs were set beside the fire place, each with its own side table. In the center of the room was a beautiful heavy wooden table, with a dozen books piled neatly on it. At the far end of the room was a small door.

“I guess you read a lot.” Rachel said with out any real point to her comment.

“I never acquired a teats for television.” He answered.

The shadow prince took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. It was only then that Rachel noticed he was wearing a sword, a small elegant looking fencing blade on his left side and a dagger on his right.

“I guess you really are old school.” She said with a smile.

“Yes mostly.” He said as he unbuckled the sword belt and set it aside. “I recognize the importance of modern things; I just don’t like them very much.”

Rachel followed her vampire lord into his bedroom. It was every bit as impressive as she expected it would be. Stone walls, wood panels, stain glass windows with dim lights behind them, fancy paintings, furniture that looked like it should be in a museum, and a big four post bed. There was no modern electronics anywhere in sight.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He said and waved towards the bed.

She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was all so strange. It was the first time Rachel did not find herself suddenly thrust into a sexual situation. He was being polite but rather distant about it all. Somehow she expected him to be much more passionate or perverted.

She walked to the bed and sat down on the edge. She watched quietly as he slowly stripped naked in front of her. Unlike most men who were in a hurry to get out of their clothes, and often looked silly taking them off, he was calm about it. Although it was far from a strip number, it was a sort of ritual that fascinated Rachel.

When the shadow prince was at last naked, the stepped forward “Off with your robe.” He said as he stood before the young teen. Rachel hesitated, not because she was shy about getting naked, but rather because the thoughts that had been running around in her brain had reached a conclusion.

“You’re trying not to seduce me.” She said in a tone that was part surprise and part accusation.

“You’re being polite but not charming. You’re not sweeping me off my feet or anything like that. Why?” She asked with a hint of hurt confusion.

He smiled and reached out to slowly pull open the big soft bathrobe, exposing Rachel’s firm young breasts.

“You’re bright to notice my behavior, but not wise enough to reason why.” He spoke with affection, as he uncovered her body.

“Ummm… I guess that’s me.” She said after trying to think of an answer.

It was getting hard to think now that his hands were on her. Moving casually across her skin, his touch was cool but not corps like. ”

Are you playing some sort of game with me?” She asked, as his fingers narrowly avoided touching her nipples.

“Everything is life is a game.” The shadow prince said, “Or perhaps it’s better to look at everything as part of a play. ‘All the world is a stage and we are mealy players…’ You do know I’m going to force you to read Shakespeare as part of your education.”

His smile turned to a playful display of his fangs; a fake evil grin.

“What? I don’t think I can handle that!” Rachel said pretending to be frightened.

“Maybe you can handle this.” He said and looked meaningfully down towards his growing erection.

Rachel gave a small gasp then reached out a hand to take hold of him. The shadow prince leaned forward to kiss the not so innocent teenage girl. As she stroked his cock, he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders while his right hand moved down her tummy to caress her lightly furred pussy.

The passion of their embrace grew quickly. She enjoyed the confident way he kissed. Politely aggressive; it might be described. His fingers like wise were exploring her. Rubbing up and down her moist slit, gradually pushing into her, he skillfully played the game of pleasure building.

The kissing and fondling went on for some time, until Rachel shivered with a small orgasm.

Then he broke away from her lips, “You smell invigorating.” He said.

As the teenage girl was trying to remember what the hell invigorating meant, her mind more interested in the tingling warmth in her tummy, the vampire pushed her down onto the bed and slowly knelt between her legs.

He pushed her slender legs open and gazed at her youthful pussy, before moving in to lick. The first taste was always the best; it was true of almost everything in life, wine, women and blood. He kissed her pussy lips, then slid his tongue deep into her, pushing and forcing it as far as it would go. The shock of this very direct French kiss to her cunt made Rachel lose her breath for a moment.

For the next few minutes he licked his new lover in a more normal manner. Stopping just short of causing the girl to cum again.

He got Rachel close to the edge twice before asking her, “Do you fear a good fucking?”

“I want you. I need you in me.” She gasped, “Stop teasing me and fuck me.”

With a smile the shadow prince stood up; the bed was just the perfect height. His huge cock was in line with her wet willing cunt. Grasping her young hips, he pulled her towards himself. At the same time he aimed and thrust forward, causing a combined impact that drove the first half of his cock into the surprised girl with one sudden grunt.

Rachel gasped loud and dug her fingernails into her palms to keep from screaming. The vampire didn’t let her catch her breath, he started fucking her immediately. Several small strokes to enjoy the feel of her stretched around his cock, then a hard thrust to drive more of it into her warm wet cunt. Over and over, as the girl gasped louder and louder.

It was painful but she enjoyed it. Being fucked like this was different that the way her father had done it to her, although she had no idea why. Soon Rachel was cuming. She pinched her own nipples and enjoyed the waves of fire. Gasping and moaning, but still she held back any screams.

“Now I think you are properly warmed up.” Her lover said as he reached down to her.

She thought he was going to hug her, maybe climb on top of her. But no, he pulled her up towards himself. By reflex she wrapped her legs around him.

“Good girl.” He said as he stepped away from the bed.

Rachel now found herself hanging from his strong body, his cock deeply driven up into her still twitching cunt.

“Look into my eyes.” He commanded as his hands took a good hold of her ass.

She looked and was lost in their deep darkness. The shadow prince started bouncing her, determined to make her scream before he exploded inside her, before he sank his teeth into her neck. He would fuck her long and hard, playing her game, testing the limits.

Rachel didn’t know why she held back her screams. They were partly born from pleasure but increasingly from pain, as he lifted her up his rock hard shaft, then slammed her body back down. She clawed at his back, knowing he could take it, expecting he may even like it.

As she bounced she babbled he deepest thoughts, “You’re a pervert, a preteen fucking pervert, you made a child into a vampire and she is a sexy little slut, I’m a pervert too, cause I did it with her, I liked fucking your daughter, ohh I liked eating her bald little pussy.”

Rachel shivered as another orgasm gripped her.

Then she continued, “You’re a mother fucker as well as a pervert, you fucked my mother, did you fuck her this way? Did you think about fucking me, when I was a kid and your cock was in my mom?”

“Yes.” He answered, still looking deep into the girl’s eyes.

The answer startled Rachel, she had not been expecting him to really answer what she was babbling about. With a nice hard thrust he drove the head of his cock into her young womb, then held her still. Rachel screamed as she felt the throbbing head of his cock so very deep inside her.

“One night when you were small, you climbed in bed with your mother. She was sitting on me, my cock inside her, just as it is now inside you. I told her, I’m going to fuck your daughter. She said, yes please I want you too, but not yet. Because your mother was a good woman, I respected her wish.” He explained in slow measured words as he slowly pushed one finger up Rachel’s ass hole. “I wish your mother had lived so she could see you now.”

She couldn’t resist moving her hips, fucking him, her lust mixed with anger. Her mother had always seemed so good and pure, never perverted. But somehow she knew that he spoke the truth. Mom would have been happy to see her now. She was impaled on a vampire’s cock, not as an innocent victim, but as a hungry lover.

Although it was painful Rachel drove herself to another orgasm. Her scream was silent at first as her body shivered with the pleasure. Then she felt the hot breath on her shoulder a second before the bite. Her scream now found voice. The vampire lord’s fangs sank in deep and his hips moved in small quick jerks. He kept his promises; he exploded cum into her young womb, joining her in an orgasm, as he sucked the blood from her tender warm neck.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 20

The child sized vampire princess Violet looked at the prisoner one last time, “I think we have all we need to know out of him. You can finish him, I will go tell father the bad news.”

Although torture was not her favorite sport, she had enjoyed this interrogation because this man was one of those who had tried to kill her yesterday.

The angel of death had stood watching the torture, handing the small vampire the tools she requested from the side table. It had been the first time that Rumi had seen her elder sister so violent and wicket. Although she was physically more powerful and more mature than Violet, Rumi was the junior daughter of the shadow prince. She had enjoyed the cold hate more than the desperate fear and pain of the captive. Although she would not admit it, watching Violet exact slow revenge had made her wet. Normally it was only the thrill of battle that made her feel this way.

“It shall be done.” Rumi said without any trace of emotion.

She wanted to satisfy her itch, but showing that she was distracted from her work would be a sign of weakness. Although she was a creature of darkness, honor and duty still drove her.

The wild passions that most vampires indulged in were self destructive and she would not give in to them. She wanted to slip the hilt of her large dagger into her cunt, then sit down on the pathetic man; driving the blade into his chest. She would bounce herself to an orgasm and him to death. That would be satisfying, but a waist of time. Better to kill him and get on with more important matters.

Violet walked to the door, then stopped. Her dress was a mess, she realized suddenly. She could not be seen like that. So she stripped the bloody fabric from her small body and tossed it aside. Better to walk around in her panties only.

She gave a childish “TeeHee” then she was out the door and running.

She enjoyed running naked around the big hotel. The reactions of both staff and guests amused her. Occasionally the overwhelming lust she detected from a guest would be taken as an invitation for her to visit their room later. She had become something of a myth at the hotel; the lil naked girl ghost. But now was no time for such games. She had important news that must be delivered to her father the shadow prince immediately.

When Violet arrived at her father’s privet chamber, deep below the hotel, he was sitting in the big leather arm chair beside the fire place. The door to his bedroom was closed, yet the small vampire could easily detect the smell of sex drifting in the air. Father had been fucking some one recently. It took Violet only a moment to figure out who. On one hand it did not come as a surprise. On the other hand a spark of anxiety ran deep through her.

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In the small moment of silence before she spoke the important news she had come to deliver a flood of memories and thoughts swirled in the little princess’ mind. During her life as a vampire Violet had gifted only two people. Each time it had ended badly.

The first was against father’s better judgment but he had allowed it. To satisfy Violets desire for a baby, he let her transform a four year old girl. Usually the process fails when done on some one so young and they simply die. But in this case it worked and for a few years Violet enjoyed her child. But the creature was unstable, her mind never able to tell what was real and what was fantasy. Eventually she was sent away to stay with some elder who could better deal with her, or kill her.

The second was a boy of thirteen, who seemed a reasonable choice as a companion for Violet. She wanted a boy friend who was more than just a ‘happy meal with legs’ so after some searching she found a boy who was acceptable to the shadow prince. He turned out like many new vampires, a bright star in the night, drunk on his own power. Violet didn’t mind that so much, he would die or grow more cautious. What caused problems was his jealousy. He could not stand to see Violet having sex with any male or female. He wanted her body all to himself.

Eventually he was invited to the hotel, to this very room for a special talk with the shadow prince. When the boy arrived he found the vampire lord happily fucking his little girl. Violet was on her hands and knees, on the table, being fucked from behind like a wet horny bitch. She yelped and gasped as her father’s huge cock slammed into her tiny hairless cunt. She trembled as each mighty thrust stretched her almost to the point of tearing apart.

The boy flew into a rage, and his head was cut off a few seconds later.

The next time Violet considered gifting a human, had been with Mercy, her new adopted child. Of course this time she was more careful about it. She had brought the child to her father at age six and asked for his opinion. The shadow prince had talked to the girl, and then ordered her to sit and watch as he made love to Violet.

When the sex was over he asked young Mercy, “Are you willing to do anything to make your mommy happy?”

She gave a nod – yes.

So he ordered her to lick his cock clean. The child had no real idea what to do, but she did her best. Slurping and licking the cum that was mixed with her mother’s flavorful juice. Next he ordered Mercy to lick her mommy’s cunt. This of course was something she knew how to do, so she happily went at it. The vampire lord watched and considered the situation.

“Bring her back in three years.” He said.

Violet did as she was told. Three years later they repeated it all. He talked with Mercy, then had the girl watch as he and Violet had sex. He ordered her to suck his cock then eat her mother’s dripping little cunt. Mercy did as she was told, with much more skill this time. But this night things progressed differently from this point. The shadow prince took hold of the chubby nine year old’s legs and spread her wide as she was licking Violet’s bald recently fucked pussy.

“Do you want to be fucked?” he asked the young girl. “Do you want to have my cock inside you the way it was inside your mother?” He asked.

After a long uncertain silence. Mercy looked to Violet, the message in her eyes clear ‘what should I say?’

Violet looked to her father, her lover, her prince; she knew he was searching for something but was not sure what the right answer would be.

So she advised her baby girl, “Just be honest.”

Mercy sniffed back a tear then answered, “I just want to make mommy happy.”

“Well lets hope Violet enjoys watching you get fucked.” The vampire lord said, then he very slowly drove his cock into Mercy’s tight little cunt.

He fucked the chubby young girl softly almost tenderly as she cried. It was clear that she didn’t enjoy being used like this, but she did not protest, she endured the invasion of her vagina by this monster cock because her mommy seemed to enjoy watching it.

When Mercy finally ran out of tears, the shadow prince stopped fucking her and said “You’re a brave girl, but I think you would make a poor vampire.”

He then pulled her chubby young body up and hugged her tight, his hips moving again, faster and harder. He gave Mercy a real brutal fucking until she was screaming for her mommy to make it stop.

Of course the abuse stopped, when both vampires sank their fangs into the helpless girl. They drank from her as his cum pulsed into her poor little cunt. Violet had hesitated only for a moment before joining her father in drinking the hot rich life of young Mercy. In their lust and hunger they had nearly killed her. But by night’s end Mercy had survived.

Violet had been sad and angry that her desire to gift another mortal had failed. But she could not argue with the explanation her father had given.

“Mercy would make a fine servant, but she lacked the spirit that would make her a fine vampire.”

Deep down Violet knew it was true, and she knew it was her fault. She had been overly protective to Mercy.

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All that flashed in the little vampire’s mind as she smelled the sexy flavor of Rachel’s pussy juice on her father. It was her hope that the wild red haired teenager might be transformed and become her best friend. It was her desire that Rachel be accepted into the family. But none of that mattered right now.

“Father we have information from the prisoner. It seems likely that the leader of the raid on my house, the only real professional there, was an agent of the Hellsing Organization.” She said very seriously as she stood in front of the shadow prince, dressed only in her white panties.

 

Turning to Darkness – Chapter 21

The fourteen year old, red haired Rachel spent three more nights at the hillside hotel undergoing the transformation ritual. Glorious sex with the shadow prince, that pushed her to her limits and more tender passions with the small princess. Unlike some common fiction, a person does not simply become a vampire if bitten once. If that was the case the world would soon be converted and the human race would cease to exist. The vampires would then starve to death. The shadow prince explained to the new member of his family.

“Its part science and part magic; there have been experts looking into how ‘the gift’ works for hundreds of years, and still they can’t explain it. Three nights of ritual sex with an exchange of blood are required. But also there must be a serious intent to create a new immortal. It seems to go beyond biology. As for the blood of animals, it is like a quick snack. It can help us in the short term but if we were to feed only on it, eventually we would grow so weak that we would have to hibernate or die.”

There was a lot for Rachel to learn about her new life. Some of it would be explained by her new lord, other parts would be lectured to her by experienced staff members or by the princess.

He stroked her red hair as he talked in the afterglow of their encounter that final night.

“Tomorrow you will start to change, it will seem like an illness has come upon you. If you went to a doctor you would be told that you have the flue or some such thing. Over three weeks your new abilities will start to appear; strength, speed, sharpened senses, and rapid healing. At the same time you will grow increasingly allergic to sunlight, you will start to hunger for emotional extremes and then for blood.”

His century’s old dark eyes looked down into her bright youthful face.

“You may feel like you are turning into a monster or you may find it all very liberating.”

He was confident she would embrace the darkness.

“In religious terms the priests would say you are battling for your soul. If you fight to resist the gift, you will die of the illness but you will keep your humanity. If you embrace the immortality offered, then you will slowly drift away from the normal world.”

His strong fingers stroked her young teenage breasts as he spoke. His desire for her was complicated. Part of it had been the immediate satisfaction of having her willingly but not foolishly become his lover. The other part was the long term expectation of what a she would become as she progressed into the world of darkness.

“There is no sudden lose of your soul or self. But it is quite true that you will no longer be human and as time goes by, you will no longer think as humans do.” He allowed himself an ironic smile, reflecting on some of the vampires he had sired, they never did see the world the way normal people do.

Rachel gave a nod of understanding. Some of this had been explained to her by the little princess Violet, who was alternating between excitement and worry over the transformation. She had confessed that she desperately wanted Rachel to become her best friend forever, but she feared that as a new vampire Rachel would do something needlessly dangerous and get killed.

Mostly Violet taught her about how to manipulate people. It was the most important skill, the child sized vampire assured Rachel.

“In time you will be able to read people’s emotions, if you practice real hard it’s almost like reading their minds. But anyone can use a few tricks to make people do things. It’s real easy; you just have to get an idea of what they want to do, then make them think its OK for them to do it. But making a person do something totally against their desire is actually very hard.”

Looking so small and sweet, the little vampire Violet had made manipulation her area of expertise. Rachel understood the importance of this skill but she did not intend to rely on it as the princess did. Manipulation seemed a poor shield against the hunters who had tried to kill Violet just a few days ago.

Rachel didn’t know exactly what she was going to do, but she did intend to learn how to fight. So she sought out the angle of death. Rumi was the vampire in charge of special operations. The Lord’s ‘chief guard dog’ was her whispered title. Although she was only 50some years old she was said to be a fantastic fighter, even among the ranks of the immortals.

The only form of manipulation Rumi seemed to know was intimidation. Everything about her was ominous; a woman of average height with a solid athletic build, her age was hard to tell, in her mid twenties one would guess. She was dressed in leather with a dozen weapons under her long coat. Her face was a mix of African and Asian, attractive but not quite beautiful, her hair was short and unkempt, her eyes pure black. From the way she stood and constantly scanned the room, one could tell she was a killer always on the alert.

“Teach me to be a fighter?” Rachel asked directly.

“Why?” The angel of death asked.

“Because I want to be able to defend myself.” The red head answered.

“Anyone can teach you that.” Rumi stated flatly.

“I want to be good at it. I want to be sweet and deadly.” She said with a smile.

This actually made Rumi stop and think. She did not want the trouble of taking on a student. But it would be very useful for the house to have another well trained vampire warrior. She knew there could be tactical advantages to being sweet and deadly.

“I accept. You will be my student. You will work very hard.”

Rachel made a small bow because it seemed like the formal thing to do.

xxxxx

One more important item remained on Rachel’s mental list of things to do before she left the hotel. She had to visit Mercy, the goth girl who was princess Violet’s right hand human servant. A friendly older teen, she had helped Rachel out when she ran away from home. She played at being dark and spooky but she had never really embraced the blackness, her name fit her character perfectly. But Rachel had repaid her kindness with a knife.

The memory burned in Rachel’s mind. Her naked body on top of Mercy’s soft nude form. The knife gripped in her hand as she demanded to know what was going on. The anger and lust mixed together as she rubbed her pussy against Mercy’s shaved smooth mound. Then the stabbing, small quick thrusts into the girl’s breasts, her chest her shoulders. Rachel hadn’t wanted to kill but she had desperately wanted to hurt somebody. It just so happened that Mercy had been her victim. It all seemed so senseless now.

Rachel didn’t know what she would say, as she walked to the door, but she was determined to put some sort of closure to the event. Having killed those men at the house dint really bother her. They were nobodies. But having hurt Mercy, for no good reason, picked at the young teen’s conscience.

After the stabbing, Mercy had been taken to a doctor who was in the know. He had patched her up without notifying the police. Minor domestic violence, no life threatening injuries, client paid cash; he wrote down in his log. So Mercy was out of the house when the Hunters arrived looking for the little vampire girl. She missed the entire bloody event, not knowing that anything had happened until a car arrived to take her, by a round about route, to the hillside hotel.

Mercy was just closing her computer when there was a knock at the door. She had spent the last two days working to find a new safe house for her mistress.

“Come in.” she called.

When the door opened she was surprised to see who was standing there. Rachel, her shoulder length red hair clean and combed, dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. She looked like a different person than the scruffy girl who had turned up at the house. She had been so clearly miserable, now she looked calm and confident.

“I wanted to see you, to know how you are.” Rachel said after a long silence.

She stood in the door way, not quite ready to come in. The older teen didn’t look any different than she had. Dressed all in black with Gothic makeup and style, her smile was friendly.

“Im fine, the princess helped to heal me.” Mercy answered the obvious question.

“That’s good.” Rachel said, and then she stepped in and closed the door.

“Do you hate me for what I did?” She asked, not quite being able to look the older girl in the eye.

“No, not because of that.” Mercy answered cryptically.

This surprised Rachel.

“What, why?” She stammered.

She had been ready to deal with whatever feelings the incident had caused. Ready to apologies, to explain herself, to accept some sort of punishment or do something to make Mercy forgive her. But this sharp turn had her confused.

“You are…” Mercy could not bring herself to say it.

Tears forming in her eyes. She had thought about it several times and promised she would not bring it up; she would go about her business as a good servant to her mistress. Yet her she was jumping right to the heart of her own pain.

The young teen stood quietly watching the battle going on within the older Goth girl.

Then taking a step closer she said, “Please tell me.”

“You are the rising star. You are being gifted. You are Violet’s new favorite.”

Mercy nearly choked on the last sentence. It was clearly what troubled her most. She thought of the little vampire Violet as her mother. It was a ridiculous emotion Mercy told herself, but there it was. She had accepted that she was unworthy to be turned into an immortal. She dint really want that, being human was important to her.

“I’m sorry.” Rachel said simply, taking one more step closer.

She put her arms around the sobbing older teen.

“But you really don’t need to worry. I’m not going to come between you two. Violet will never by a mommy figure for me.”

She put on her best playful smile and broke the hug.

Poking Mercy’s tits, she said, “You people around her are all a bunch of perverts with all this family stuff.”

The Goth girl smiled slightly; yes there were a lot of perverts around this place.

Rachel continued her train of thought out loud, “Lets see, if Violet is your mother and I’m becoming her younger sister, that would make you my niece.”

The red head started to fondle Mercy’s plump breasts.

“So it would only be a little bit pervy of me, if I told you to strip naked and let me eat you out.”

This made Mercy smile with building lust. The last time they had sex together the orgasm had been spectacular, although she didn’t want a knife to be involved again. She was sure the wild temper of young Rachel could lead to a fantastic fuck.

THE END