When Monsters Meet T W Cloth She had never been helpless before; not in her nearly 100 years of un-life. She was a vampiress and she was used to being the hunter. Tonight she was the prey. The world had gone mad in recent years, and people were beginning to take notice of vampires. No longer were they considered a fable... and now, after centuries of scaring the life out of mere mortals... there was something that would bring fear to their heart and an end to their lives. Lady Elaine of course didn't know this yet. All she knew was the hunt and the thrill of the kill. She wasn't choosy, male or female, adult or child... as she had need and opportunity... would suffice. Often she toyed with them sexually before, during, and after the attack. She liked to lure men with the promise of sex... she liked to bring women to the bring of lesbian delight just prior to the kill... and when she allowed them to join the undead, she would join in ripe orgies of delight on the full moon. Tonight however, she was being stalked. It was a case of the predator following her prey and being hunted herself... so caught in the hunt that she failed to notice her shadow... until it was too late. Lady Elaine found out tragically late in her un-life that not even the most expert of predators... is exempt from being stalked themselves... ***** Dressed in a burgundy negligee and black cape, stockings, and high heels, Lady Elaine found her mark. He was walking along the alley when she entered and smiled seductively at him. Rick Rollins, blonde haired and blue eyed... and red blooded American male... stared at the beauty before him. She smiled and motioned with a finger for him to follow her and he did so without a thought. Rick was an inch over six feet, and weighed 210 lbs. of solid muscle. He was certain this woman was nothing in the way of a threat... until they were deep in the darkened alley and she reached down to his crotch, unzipped his fly, and dropped to her knees before him... By the time she exposed her true self, Rick was too close to ecstasy to care. The vampire bitch had teased and tormented his engorged cock until it twitched with every beat of his heart as blood pumped through it's veins. He was close to orgasm when, unbeknownst to him, her fangs grew and she sank them into the vein that carried his life's blood to his pulsating organ. There was something about her... something perhaps in her saliva or maybe just the aura of her presence... but Rich never screamed. He moaned softly as Lady Elaine sucked the life's blood from the fresh holes... and at the moment of truth... as his blood supply dropped to the point that he would not survive, the vampiress massaged his balls to cause him to climax... bringing the most violent orgasm that her victim had ever know... and the last of his human existence. ***** The hunter stood in the shadows watching. He knew what he had planned and he knew that this would be his victims last meal. She might as well enjoy it. Besides, he knew that satiated on human blood, she would lose some of her power... her ability to fight him would be halved at least... because it was hunger that drove the vampire... the need for food that gave them most of their superhuman powers. Having just fed, she would be all the easier to conquer. He quietly raised the small tube to his mouth and blew. A small dart flew across from the shadow and struck the sexy vampire in her ass. She yelped and instinctively reached back and pulled it out. The hunter stepped from the shadows. Lady Elaine opened her mouth to expose her fangs... hissing a warning... but already realizing that something was wrong. She wanted to change into a bat and fly away, but she couldn't. She thought to become a rat and lose herself in the alley, but she couldn't. She couldn't seem to focus... the alley was beginning to spin. "Nothing like a little silver," the hunter chuckled, "is there bitch?" "What?" Lady Elaine asked as she shook her head and struggled to stay on her feet. "You know... silver," the hunter explained, "Pure silver... like a bullet... can kill you. Lower grade and a small dose... administered to your blood... well, let's just say that you're going to pay for your crimes..." But the vampiress was not listening. With a sigh her knees buckled and she fell toward the hunter. He caught her in his arms and tossing her across his shoulder, placed a call on his cell phone. "Pick me up," he ordered into the phone. ***** Moments later, a plain white van eased into the alley. The side door opened and the hunter deposited his prize inside... sitting her on the floor, laying her back on the rug, and swinging her legs inside. He took a silver dagger and walking to Lady Elaine's victim, stabbed him directly in the heart three times. The destroyed heart, pierced with the silver weapon, would never pump blood through an undead body... The hunter then returned to the van, climbed in with his cargo, and shut the door. The van continued slowly to the other end of the alley, and turning right... headed on out of town. ***** Arriving at an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the van enters through a large doorway and an overhead door lowers to hide their presence. The van lurches to a stop and the driver exits. He moves to a large table and removes the cloth that covers it. The driver drops to his knees and begins to secure lengths of a scarlet rope to rings that are protruding from the sides of the table. The hunter has emerged from the van and he pulls the unconscious Lady Elaine to him... knocking her shoes loose in the process and leaving them scattered in the van as he carries the helpless vampiress to the table. He nods to the driver who then returns to the van and drives away. The hunter takes the prepared ropes... and binds one to each of the sleeping creatures wrists... and uses a third to bind her ankles together, effectively tying her to the table in three spots. He then begins to massage his victim's breasts... rubbing his hands roughly across the fabric and tweaking the un-dead bitch's nipples. They respond to his touch as if warm blood flowed through her veins. Lady Elaine begins to stir and the hunter opens a canvas bag that sits on the floor next to him. He produces a wooden stake and a mallet and holds them menacingly at his captive's breast. She wakes slowly, but as she opens her eyes she recoils at the sight. True death is inches from her and she knows fear like she's never known before. "I wanted you to understand fear before you died," the hunter smirks. "Wait..." Lady Elaine says softly, "please." "Wait for what?" the hunter smiles slightly, "You have no hope. The ropes are soaked in garlic, and your feast and the silver have you weaker than ever." "I... I know," she pouts slightly, "but I can... give you pleasure in exchange for my life..." The charm and beauty of the vampiress are not weakened by the gorging or the drug. She is a desirable creature and the hunter considers the offer. He knows, of course, that trusting her is out of the question. But it wouldn't be the first time that he has satiated himself on a helpless victim. And knowing that she is powerless to be a true threat... makes him more of a monster at the moment than she... Laying the tools of his trade aside, the hunter pulls a fourth rope from the table side and secures Lady Elaine's right ankle to it, and pulling her legs to the right, ties that tightly to the proper ring. He then unties the rope that secures the ankles together, and reties it to just her left ankle. The vampiress tries to kick, but her captor secures her leg tightly under his arm while he finishes her spread-eagle tie. Smiling an evil little smile, he unfastens his pants and lets them drop to the floor. As he steps out of them, his erection swings free in the air and Lady Elaine licks her lips seductively. "I don't think so," the hunter smiled as he pulled a knife from under the table. He then raised his captive's negligee and used the knife to slice her matching panties free from her body. As he climbed onto the table... and as his cock drew nearer to her cold pussy... Lady Elaine's eyes grew wide with horror. She looked at the engorged cock and then at the face of her captor. "No," she protested, "no... you... you're one of us!" The hunter stopped and smiled, exposing his slowly growing fangs. His hand reached down and rubbed across the scars where he had been bitten years before. "Yes my sweet captive, I am." Lady Elaine struggled fiercely against her bonds, but she was helpless and she knew it. Her stale breath came in spurts as she tried desperately to escape what was coming. Her nipples grew rigid and pressed against the fabric of her negligee.... she felt an electric anticipation in her clitoris... and then the hunter was upon her... thrusting his undead cock into her own undead pussy. He was thrusting with a fury and a vengeance that was unparalleled to anything the vampiress had ever experienced. She felt the coming passion of her orgasm and as she began to writhe and rock wildly beneath him, she felt the ultimate climax... as his fangs pierced the skin of her neck and sank deeply into her jugular vein, even as his own lifeless sperm flooded into her long dead womb... And then she knew the sweet embrace of oblivion...
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