Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery) (2 page)

Rosa’s anger grew with each sin committed by her darlings, sowing her discontent until it sat in the pit of her belly like sulfuric acid. Each time, she plucked one of her pack for one of her own pleasure purposes, each occurrence brought a more severe culmination of her twisted mind. Yet punishment did not appear to work.

‘
What to do?’
She mused aloud.

She longed for her family that were turned to ash centuries earlier, in the dank dungeon of a forgotten castle. Forgotten by all but Rosa.

Why could these tyros not understand discretion and act accordingly?

Part of Rosa’s discontent stemmed from the fact that she chose the humans she turned. No one else to blame. She seethed at the old adage:
You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family
. Fucking pathetic humans were wrong again. On too many nights, deep seated resentment burned in her being as she listened to the raucous screams of the tortured and dying far below in the Scarlet Parlor. But Rosa, always the planner, had long ago devised a secret mechanism built into the very walls of this scarlet chamber. She had never once thought that she would ever have need to use it, however. Rosa freely borrowed the idea from the ancient Egyptians. She still marveled at their advanced civilization. Very sophisticated, and so beautifully mathematical.

Still, Rosa agonized over what to do. Love - or what passed for love in her world - was true creation of a superior being. And this warred with her psyche which screamed “KILL THEM.” Powerful as vampires were, they had their weaknesses like any other species. Most young bloodsuckers that succumbed to the stake, holy water, and the like, demonstrated callous disregard for discretion. Their behavior was much like that of all adolescent humans. They each thought they were invincible, until they learned, too late, that they weren’t. The older vampires were far more powerful and possessed awe inspiring traits and talents, but they also knew how to remain invisible, or at the very least, keep a low profile.

Following the second “party” of the week, Theresa was about to sink lazily into her coffin for the day. A sultry voice echoed in her head.
‘Theresa, dear, come unto me.’
She knew she could not deny it, and transported herself to whence the signal emanated. Theresa found herself in a narrow hall at the top of the south tower, a large black man standing outside a red, leather bound and studded door.
‘Why haven’t I seen this before? And who is this beautiful man? Wait a second, haven't I seen him somewhere before?'

She bristled with a sense of familiarity, bordering something like intimacy. Without a word, the man opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter. The chamber was only 10x10 feet square but the color scheme reminded Theresa of the Scarlet Parlor far beneath the mansion. In the middle sat a crimson divan, and on the divan, sat Rosa. She bade Theresa to come sit beside her, which she did.

“My darling rose petal, you have been naughty again. Do not be the fallen petal of a sickly rose, my love. I have told you on several occasions that the collegiate parties must cease. Maybe I was not clear?”

“N-no mistress. I just got caught up in the m-moment,” stuttered Theresa with growing trepidation. She did not sense Karn before he stepped out from behind Rosa.

“Please say hello to Karn, my
protégé
. My devotee. He is half human. A shapeshifter.” Rosa would wipe the memory of Karn from Theresa’s mind following what came next, but for now, she'd share a tid bit about him.

Theresa felt something touch the back of her neck and turned, slapping herself in the face with Karn’s 10 inch cock.
How did he get there?

He smiled wickedly, white teeth showing between burgundy lips in a perfectly chiseled, handsome, ebony face. Still, he made no move to accost Theresa. She turned back to Rosa and asked, “W-what do you require of me, Mistress Rosa?”

“Require, my darling? Did you not willingly submit to and accept my gift?”

“Yes,” Theresa whispered.

“Well then, let us explore something new, at least new to you. Thank Ian, he gave me the idea. Have you heard of the
pear of anguish
? No? Well, it was a medieval torture device inserted into either the mouth, vagina, or anus. Different sizes were used depending on which orifice would be assaulted. I had a complete set at Castle Vladimir, but only as a reminder of better times. I do not have them anymore, but Ian reminded me of their use.”

Theresa breathed an audible sound of relief believing Rosa simply used a scary history lesson to frighten her. She was very, very wrong, and realized her mistake as Rosa’s hand shot out faster than could be seen by even a vampire’s eye and grabbed her by the throat. Rosa turned Theresa’s head so that she could see Karn plunging his hand and forearm into a tub of lard, the yellowish-white fat coating his arm to the elbow as he withdrew the limb from the pail.

“You have disrespected my wishes, my commandments if you will, one too many times for my liking, my dove of peace. Prepare to meet the hawk of war. Theresa found herself thrown onto her stomach perpendicular to the divan so from her shoulders up, she hung over the back while her lower body from the top of the thighs hung over the front. She watched Karn’s bare feet walk out of view but heard him stride to the front of the divan, where her tight pussy stood open to invasion. Comprehension dawned as she was inverted to land on her back and she stared up at Rosa’s snatch, the honeydew already starting to seep between her pussy lips. Theresa dared to try to struggle, but only for a second as she felt the pressure of Rosa’s mind holding her immobile.

“God,” Theresa shrieked, “Noooo!”

“Must we do this tired dance again, T? God? Really?” Rosa cooed.

Rosa cut short Theresa's attempted response by lowering her now slathered and dewy cunt onto Theresa’s face. Her neck bent back at an awkward, precarious angle that forced her to submit because her legs were held by hands that felt like iron bands. Theresa felt hogtied without the binding ropes on her wrists and ankles, but the pressure on her spine made her think that she would break in two. She registered through the red hot pain streaking up and down her spine, that her legs had been raised in a spread “V” position with ankles pointed to the mosaic tiled ceiling.

“Eat me, you reckless slut. Break away from servicing my needs and Karn will split you in two pieces.” This was no mere threat. Theresa definitely sensed that.

Rosa’s fang trimmed peach met Theresa’s open, gasping lips and sought her ingress, for which she was rewarded, as Theresa snaked her tongue over the nerve-bound bundle. Karn was about to begin the process of assaulting Theresa’s pliant love orifice, but Rosa signaled him to stop. He bowed his head in salute and backed from the room. Rosa continued to enjoy the oral ministrations until she felt the waves of a coming orgasm approaching. In her squatting position over the prone Theresa who licked Rosa with wanton abandon from beneath, the tsunami of sensation reached her panic button and seismically radiated out through her entire being. Theresa greedily lapped up cunt juice as it oozed plentifully from her mistress. Rosa had put a deathly fear inside Theresa with the threatened - but, thankfully unrealized - pussy fisting, and she was grateful to her maker who suddenly stood and seemingly walked through the stone wall.

‘
What was that?’
thought a bewildered Theresa.
‘I please her and she just disappears? WTF! Or should I say What Not The Fuck? Rosa is so distant. Doesn’t she care about me anymore?
She acts like she’s disappointed and I don’t know why, exactly. Bored, even.’

Theresa felt used and tossed on the garbage heap, and quite frankly, sexually unfulfilled for the first time since her high school days when finding an adequate lover was difficult. Need and want throbbed in time with her swollen clit. Pondering the situation, she suddenly found herself in another chamber. It was a porcelain tiled bathing spa. Steam swirled from an octagonal, sunken Jacuzzi type tub three feet deep and tiled in varying shades of red, purple, and pastel pink. The floor, walls, and ceiling followed suit and the mosaic created an illusion of motion. Condensation beaded and dripped off of every shining surface running in rivulets to a small circular drain grate that appeared to be made of gold. Theresa “forgot” about the existence of Karn and the heretofore hidden room as she took in the spa. Mai Ling appeared, and with a look of confusion on her oriental features, stared at Theresa, asking silently for an explanation.

Before Theresa could attempt to answer, Rosa rose from the bubble laden, porcelain tub and stood naked and dripping before them; a true vision of beauty and femininity. The usual predatory expression lurking behind Rosa’s emerald eyes was absent. Ling and Theresa stood, mouths agape, and watched intently as the droplets drained off Rosa, almost seeming to caress the mistress’ pale, flawless skin. Ling dropped the black silken, dragon embroidered robe to the damp tiles and stepped into the steaming wetness, also producing some moisture of her own. She sank to her knees and wrapped her arms around one of Rosa’s legs as if awaiting instruction. Theresa, already nude, climbed into the tub and did as Ling on the other leg. Rosa waited a few beats before speaking.

“My loves, let us become clean…and dirty at the same time.”

Her words did not match her expression, but the two vampirettes could not see that from their submissive positions. Simultaneously, Theresa and Ling started to caress Rosa, stroking from her knees toward the junction of her honey pot. Ling took a kneeling position in front while Theresa stood on tip toe to kiss her powerful mistress, hands roaming over Rosa’s
dorsa
and buttocks, and massaging her wet breasts. Warm steam, curled off her ordinarily icy skin. As their tongues danced and entwined, doing a sensual tango, Ling slowly, deliberately licked Rosa’s
cunny
and teased her clit. A low moan of satisfaction escaped Rosa, but she seemed to be somewhere else too. She could sense the edginess and want of her lascivious attendants to please her, and they would, if only temporarily.

Theresa conjured a thick red washcloth and lathered Rosa with the bubbles and jasmine scented water as Ling ate her flowery cunt. Rosa sat on the edge, legs spread wide to allow Ling full access to the object of her desire. Ling did not have to be told that Rosa wanted attention directly on her quivering ya ya which had started to pulse with want of release. Theresa felt Rosa’s hands gently move her to stand over Ling, a foot on either side. Next, Rosa slid back into the water and pulled Theresa’s sex to her own mouth. Theresa saw boredom flash across Rosa’s face for only a split second, but forgot about it as Mistress inserted one finger in her gash and one in her ass while applying her tongue to T’s slit.

Beneath the surface and hidden by the bubbles and rising steam, Ling started to suck Rosa’s hooded secret as she finger fucked the sunken treasure. As one of the living dead, Ling would not drown but the sensation of oxygen deprivation was still there. Desperately, Ling tried to bring Rosa to orgasm-she just had to satiate her master! Rosa cooperated after three minutes as her bucking hips attested. Theresa, caught up in the excitement and labors of Rosa, exploded as well, and sank into the hot bath on legs that no longer held her up. Ling burst through the surface, gasping but happy that she accomplished her goal of pleasing Rosa, who she often thought of as mother figure. If her biological mother, a devout Catholic, could see her now, Ling surmised, she would die of heart failure. Too bad!

Satiated once again, Rosa watched as Theresa went to her “sister” and laid her on the one foot ledge of the bathing tub. She lowered her face to Ling’s snatch and drank of the elixir that Ling produced in great quantity. Reaching up, Theresa rolled and pinched Ling’s nipples as she ate the Eurasian’s pussy. Within minutes, Ling began to squirm and writhe as an orgasm took possession of her petite frame. She came again, the waves of pleasure washing over her, and then she summarily fell into the tub.

When Ling resurfaced a surprised moment later, she saw that Rosa and Theresa were laughing. She pouted for a few seconds, and then joined in the mirth. Rosa was laughing! The three women nestled together then, holding each other and stroking and rubbing, basking in the afterglow, the steam, and the scent of jasmine mixed with sex. Rosa blocked her thoughts which still alternated between disgust of her brood's behavior, and the cool calculating agenda she had planned: for the benefit of all of them. They acted like common idiots at times. Deciding this stream of consciousness would lead nowhere, the Mistress of Darkness settled in to enjoy the company and caressing warmth of the enveloping wetness. Family dynamics could be tough.

Ian and Donnie awoke at sunset. No alarm was needed as they were attuned to the cycles of evil
Sol
. Ling and Theresa’s coffins stood open and empty, and there was the usual (these days) absence of Rosa. Donnie stretched his massive body, muscles rippling, and glanced at Ian.

“I’m hungry,” Donnie stated.

“You’re always hungry,” Ian automatically answered.

This is how Donnie started most conversations when he exited his outsized cherry wood “box”. He was too damn big to fit in a standard coffin and Rosa had presented him with the personal sleeping space upon his resurrection. Donnie may be a vampire, but he acted like an entitled Little Lord Fauntleroy a lot of the time, albeit an extremely strong and bullheaded child. Ian didn’t mind (most of the time) as he thought of Donnie as his younger brother in need of guidance. He tried to shield the big ox from Rosa’s wrath when Donnie screwed up, and thought he succeeded (most of the time).