As Tanis sucked with brutal hunger at her throat and nipples, she said. “You’re back then, Hellen? I haven’t quite finished with you yet.”
As Tanis prized the two hard cups of cold wax from Helen’s nipples with her teeth and finished by sucking on them, Helen said. “I thought it would hurt Tanis. But, instead…well, I can’t describe it. It was more pleasure than pain.” With her exhausted body, safe in Tanis’s arms. Her mouth found one of Tanis’s nipples again and began to seek solace there. As she sucked on it. She could feel the gentle movement of a finger-sized vibrator enter between her buns. She came in silence. Then gazed upwards into the blue-green depths of her beautiful captor’s eyes. “Ohhh Myyy Goddd! Tanis, I thought the loss of my virginity would have been the most fantastic shag of my life. But, your candle-drop fuck beats everything.”
“It’s all part of the same fuck, Helen. I was going to paddle your arse then let you suck my tits again, but we can keep that for later?”
“I would like that coming from you Tanis. Dressed in a tight navy-blue ‘V’ necked sweater. Which reminds me of a policewoman’s uniform. Like the one, you have on. It would give me incredible pleasure… But I can’t have everything?”
“Another fantasy but with the same fetish? Tell me about it Helen and leave nothing out.”
“When I was a small child my mother died. She was a policewoman and single. Before work, she used to breastfeed me. After my feed, she took me to my grandmother’s next door. When she came home from work, after her shower, she would feed me again. She always did this with only her tight soft uniform jumper on with me under it to keep me warm. She continued to feed me like this for longer than most mothers should. I felt close to her at these times. I developed my breast and navy-blue ‘V’ neck sweater fixation from that time.” Helen’s hand found Tanis’s nipple, and she caressed it into erection. “It’s why I sucked at your nipples in the woods and here. My uniform fantasy took over because of your dark leathers and navy-blue sweater. It made our love making twice as effective as it included both my fantasies with my common fetish.”
“Tell me more Helen?”
“As young as I was. I always looked forward to the morning and evening feeds with relish because of the love I felt for my beautiful mother. My mother used to hold me close to her under her uniform jumper. With my mouth and hands squeezing my chosen nipple for milk. While my eyes looked up into hers through the ‘V’ of her neckline. I felt I was back in her warm womb, when under her sweater. It was comforting for me to feed on her breasts like that.
“When she was killed soon after, I felt abandoned. Ever since. I have always looked at that type and colour of sweater as a fetish if worn by a woman who was sexually attractive to me. Or one in a policewoman’s uniform sweater like my mother wore.
“I bought a tight navy-blue sweater for Paul for Christmas. I used to snuggle with him under it and suck his nipples when we were relaxing at home. It was never the same as my woman fantasy figures though, Tanis. Paul never tried sex. I respected his wish and always finished my feeding by sucking his cock off to its yummy finish. I soon developed a great liking for his cum.” She started to suck at Tanis’s swollen breasts and nipples again… “As I have for your breasts and your cum.”
“You are welcome to my breasts and cum anytime, Helen.”
“Thank you, Tanis. I was too young to feel anything sexual from my baby feeds. My sexual fantasy and fetish with strong women figures in ‘V’ necked sweaters developed as I grew to adolescence in my girls’ only boarding school?”
“Is in school where you developed your bisexuality, Helen?
“Yes. I had two secret lesbian affairs there with other girls my age.”
“Why am I not surprised. That’s where I found my sexuality. I like the feel of what you’re doing Helen. You can finish by sucking me off between my legs now… So, you have two sweater fantasies then?”
“Yes, Tanis. Both my fantasy/fetishes are strong on tight sweaters. One with a woman with long golden hair the colour of the Sun. Who rides motorbikes dressed in her leathers and a dark-blue ‘V’ neck sweater. The other, a beautiful woman in a police uniform, or the vital part thereof, which I find irresistible. I didn’t realise how strong my fetishes were until I met you this evening in the pub. I did know I was bisexual though. It took a beautiful woman like you to bring my bi-sexuality to the fore, Tanis. Because of your beauty and what you were wearing. Now, I am having second thoughts about Paul. It would not be fair to him the way I feel about you.”
“I think that would be for the best Helen.”
“Some people like the hard shine of vinyl, latex, or leather Tanis. I like the feel and smell of real leather, tight clothing, and tight stretchy sweaters with ‘V’ necks. When worn by gorgeous dominant women with golden hair. Or as part of a uniform or dress, I see as awesome in the sexual sense. For me, fantasies must be exact in every detail. Which includes submissive bondage to my partner’s dominance, or they won’t work. Are you shocked at my sexual secrets, and my confession Tanis?”
“No Helen. I’m bisexual and have sex with men and women in real life situations as you have just described. I’m dominant, and I’ve always preferred submissive men and women like you for sex. Like you, most of my lovers like me to hogtie them up before fucking them. I always give them what they want no matter what, and always with their exact fantasies and fetishes in mind. Finish me again with your mouth now Helen. Afterwards, I need to cuddle you as we talk about our future.”
“Open your legs then Tanis, I feel the urgent need to swallow something…?”
****
No matter how hard she tried not to. Tanis still felt guilty about Paul’s death and at what she was about to do to Helen. She could not let Hellen go, she needed her identity. After Helen, had sucked her off, she held Helen in her arms with her mouth to her nipple and said, “Suck at my nipples now while I talk, Helen.”
“I would like that, Tanis.”
Tanis felt Helen pull her jumper up and take one bared nipple between her teeth and lips. She laid back finding quick relief under Helen’s hungry mouth again. Giving, to Helen’s surprise, some of her body essences through its hard nipple, to affect the realism of milk. With Helen fed and satisfied, she said. “Helen, if you had the chance to live forever and do what we’re doing now, would you go for it?”
Helen stared up at her in surprise. “Whatever do you mean Tanis?”
“Let me put it another way, Helen. If you could stay young and still be conscious of who you are forever. Lead the sexual life I lead now. Would you jump at the chance?”
“If you’re asking me to start a serious relationship with you, Tanis. I would have to consider Paul’s feelings first.”
“What if Paul weren’t here? What if he’d never existed and you were all alone in the world? What if as you said it would not be fair to lead Paul on?”
“Then that would be different Tanis.” Helen went quiet for a moment. “Yes, I think I would like a deep sexual relationship with you. What about your girlfriend?”
Tanis pinched Helen’s nipple. “Don’t worry about her for now, we’re talking about you and me. What if I could make it happen for you?”
“Have you fallen in love with me Tanis? She looked up. “If you have, I’d go for it like a shot. I wouldn’t want to hurt Paul though?”
“We all have to make hard decisions sometimes Helen. This is your future we are talking about here.” I know I’m being unfair for not telling her who I am. Nothing can bring Paul back now. He belonged to her, and I took him, with cruelty, from her. He’s gone forever now. I can offer her another reality in me.
Tanis could not understand her sudden change of heart. I’m a human Vampire for fuck’s sake. Paul was my lawful prey. She didn’t love Helen. She felt sorry for her and responsible for Paul’s death. Helen is my gender. It’s in my power to give her a long and happy life without a body, I owe it to her. In my past, it was a simple case of predator and prey, a simple
matter of survival. From where comes my new conscience. What’s the fucking solution?
Tanis's leadership qualities had always rested on her ruthlessness. To give an inch would have left her open and vulnerable to her enemies. The Romans, Vikings, Pirates, and Pindarri bands held no such sentiments when it came to killing. They would never have respected a weak leader. Her thoughts continued. My hosts’ strong leadership was the source of my untold wealth in gold, land, and slaves then. This gentle girl in my arms has harmed no one, nor did she ever intend to. All she wanted was a man to love her for herself and to have his children. Now I’ve taken it all away for my own selfish ends, and my Vampire’s lust for her body. She could not believe her thoughts. I’m Tanis the human Vampire, for fuck’s sake! I must survive in this world, and humans are my prey! Without them death awaits me. Zana has taught me how to live in this modern world. I must have an identity. The identity of the one who now lies in my arms. This world is different in many ways to the warlike worlds I’ve known. Is this a warning or am I on the road to something else?
Tanis’s intuition gave her, her answer. I can still survive as a human predator. If I let the innocents live and take my prey from the bastards and criminals of this world. Those who deserve my predatory attention. It’s too late for Helen now. Helen’s physical body must die. But, her mind, unlike Paul’s, will have a new life in my mind. With her fantasies intact.
Her decision made, Tanis turned back to her unsuspecting victim and took her chin in her hand. She tilted it upward to expose Helen’s vulnerable throat and throbbing veins to her hungry reluctant lips and needle-sharp fangs. Then injected her venom.
As Tanis’s venom coursed thru her veins, Helen said. “Make love to me again Tanis? I seem to have found new strength.”
Gazing into Helen’s loving eyes, Tanis said. “I know you will like this sweet Helen. It won’t take long. In the future, your fantasies and fetishes will become mine. Your joy, and your pain mine also. All, in tight leather, tight clothes, and sometimes in a tight stretchy navy-blue sweater with a ‘V’ neck. Comparable to your dream woman on a motorbike, and a police woman’s uniform, or the critical part thereof. I can promise you lasting happiness with other women already living within my mind. Women you will come to love with the same deep passion you hold for me. Where ever I go you will be with me for as long as I live.”
With complete trust, Helen pushed her head back to expose her throat. “I like anything you do to me, Tanis.” In innocence, she waited for her lover’s fatal bite, and in innocence, she whispered. “Take me into my Heaven then my darling.” Thinking Tanis was joking.
With her victim lying quietly in her arms, Tanis said. “Fear not Helen, I’ll not hurt you too much as I free you from your physical pain. When you wake, you will find I have given you what you have asked me for. In time, you’ll forgive me and be happy with my gift. From now on, where I go, you’ll go, what I feel you’ll feel. Forever young, your mind will never die for as long as I live. You will always be conscious of yourself and others as separate entities within my mind. It was a mistake for me to take Paul last night. This is the only choice I can offer you. If it’s any consolation, I’ve taken your identity too. So, from now on you will exist in me as Helen Napier a self-conscious mind.”
Helen’s eyes and thoughts gave Tanis her answer. Know that I will love you forever, Tanis.
Tanis lowered her head over Helen’s throat and closed her lips and fangs over her swollen jugular. There she began her unwanted meal in profound silence. It filled her with great regret. As with quiet hunger. She drained the blood and precious nutrients from Helen’s physical presence into her host. Helen’s mind secure, the deed done, she said with love. “Know I am sincere in my sorrow Helen. In time you will forgive me, and love me for who I am.”
**
CHAPTER 5
Self-analysis and a change of heart
**
Tanis searched through Helen’s suitcase and found her passport. The photo was passable, so too the photo on Helen’s driving license. She could look forward to her new life as Helen Napier. The name Tanis, she’d keep as a preferred pet name should anyone ask.
She entered Zana and inspected the stasis chambers of the two Indian temple concubines she’d captured along with Victoria in her Indian life. In perfect health, they’d keep until she left for her next hibernation. If only it were possible to release them. No longer a law unto herself, she’d have to select her victims with more care. No more innocent Pauls or Helens. With many attractive and exciting villains to destroy without conscience. The hunt would be more satisfying. She’d become their Nemesis. Imprison the women in her mind and kill the villain men, where they could do no more harm.
Tanis smiled at the modern inflexions Zana had placed into her vocabulary. She’d taken Paul and Helen as a human Vampire without conscience. My future prey will come only from the rogue humans who prey on the innocent. Her thoughts continued to wander. At least Helen’s mind will live in me. Paul, I can do nothing about...I must move on.
Tanis had noticed modern humans had learnt bisexual thoughts were a normal part of life. Not something they should be ashamed of. Another pleasurable sexual option with fantasy a fresh ingredient. All her prey had sexual secrets of some kind. Most, after she’d induced them to act them out with her. Said they could never have indulged reality with anyone else. And only lived their fantasies in their minds with favoured lovers, as an aid to a powerful climax. Once she’d teased their sexual secrets out of them. They had given in to their fantasies with a willing heart. Her own were as many as her, acquired personalities. All stemmed from her prey in the first place. Obtaining a new mind assimilated its fantastic secrets. Helen’s mind made her submissive to specific new criteria planted in her young years. She was impatient to try them out, if only for Helen’s sake. Sex, in this modern age, had turned into an exciting game of cat and mouse. Played out between two or more compatible lovers. Lovers whose sexual stimulus has entered the world of fetish clothes and uniforms to promote stronger feelings in the individuals concerned.
She’d never thought to play the submissive role before. But, with the right dominant lover and Helen’s mind to the fore, she’d make it a rule. What my captive conscious minds feel I’ll feel anyway. Shagged in all three holes. Made to kneel in front of your attractive uniformed tormentor. With your wrists bound behind you. While you worked their cock or cunt with your mouth was an invigorating thought. Helen liked pleasurable pain with her shagging. It would be an exciting deviation to discover if she did too. Her mind said yes. Freyja’s mind would approve, as she as Shani, had dominated Freyja and Viking Welland in bed. Could she be submissive to her future prey-lovers dominant sexual whims and fetishes as Helen and Paul had?
Paul and Helen had been her willing captives, in fantasy. Being their predator was her natural calling. Their intense orgasms proved both had enjoyed being her sexual prisoners until the end. They had no way of knowing they were the prey of an alien-human Vampire from another world who hunted with sex to feed. Her beauty and what she wore on her body having fulfilled their all their sexual dreams.
With nothing to fear from attractive captors. But her new preference for pain and pleasure. Her modern submissive fantasy would be as powerful a turn on for her with Helen’s mind to the fore. It would be an exciting way to give control to an unsuspecting rogue-lover, she wanted to be rid of. Knowing she would always have the upper hand with her venom and super-human strength. Should things get out of hand? She would become a ‘Superhero’ in a world of innocence she would rule from the shadows. Her real identity unknown until the end for any unfortunate villain who dared to cross her path.
Tanis sensed Helen’s mind in agreement and whispered. “We will both feel the agony and the ecstasy dear Helen, which could be sooner than later.” I wonder if Jean likes to dominate her women. I look forward to finding out. To share the experience with Helen’s mind. As the captive of an attractive rogue-lover would indeed be a
n electrifying experience also. She said aloud, “Thank you, Helen, for my new fantastic fetish. You’ll be there to experience its every wonderful moment with me.”
Tanis had found all her prey had some fetish to a degree. Coupled with long soft biting kisses to the throat and lower parts of their lovers’ bodies. They were powerful aids to intense orgasms. As the modern toys of sex slavery. Like whips, paddles, ropes, and vibrators were in experienced hands. Played out between captors and captives in private staged dramas. They had an excitement all their own. In this modern world. Fantasy seemed to have a link to imaginative and attractive captor or captive games, born in the adolescent past.
In ancient times. Things were more serious where the vanquished had no choice. But to follow their conqueror’s wishes or die. Fetish scenarios acted out by compatible lovers. Dressed in preferred fetishes like tight clothes and uniforms. Taken from comic book characters or real life. Being the modern voluntary equal. Supernatural stories. Where attractive hose-clad superheroes. Or beautiful blood-sucking creatures of the night lurked were also ideal scenarios too. When naked or dressed in figure-hugging clothes or uniforms of one type or another. These fantasies had their place. Most of her lovers liked their throats kissed, or their cocks and cunts sucked when close to coming.
The latter peculiarity seemed an intense yearning for playful cannibalistic sacrifice to their attractive captor. Which appeared to generate pure sexual pleasure. She knew it to be a sense of temporary ownership by slave or master, a branding. Had my prey felt the same at the end when they gave their bodies to me in physical surrender. Albeit in ignorance of their fate?
The Willing Prey Page 9