Part 1 - Baiting the Trap
by Bull

It's late, around 1:00 a.m.. I'm coming back from a New Year's party. All of my friends were there. We had a hell of a time. My date, a blonde with the face of an angel and the body of a porn queen had been particularly "frisky" that night. It has been a perfect evening except I was alone. No one got through the walls. I'm always alone. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of friends and several lovers. But even when I'm with them, I am alone. There is a hole in my soul. I like being with my friends, I love the company of beautiful women, and Lord knows I love sex. But I can't break down the barriers around my heart to let anyone through to touch me. I am alone.

We stop off at my favorite watering hole. A cigar and martini bar with a very relaxed atmosphere. The perfect place to shift the mood from party time to romance. I want this girl tonight. No, I want her body. I don't truly want anyone. I want to be alone.

As we walk through the door, for just a millisecond a flash of light catches my eye. I look towards the bar where it seemed to originate but just see the backs of several patrons. It was probably a reflection off some jewelry or maybe a glass. We go to MY corner booth. There are some advantages to being a divorced, fortyish "man of substance", and a regular guest.

I'm a purist when it comes to martinis. No trendy "dirty martini" for me. And I'm a vodka, not gin, man. Stoli's, the lightest rumor of DRY vermouth, and one olive, served as cold as my heart. She orders some silly trendy imitation of a martini with citrus or some other shit. I go for a Cohiba about seven inches long with a 50 gauge ring. She selects some overgrown cigarette because "It's cute!". Oh well, and at least she's got killer legs and cantaloupe sized breasts.

The lights are low; her neckline is lower. We start the dance, the dance of seduction. She's doing the predictable games with the cigar and her mouth. I'm doing the predictable things with my free hand under the table. As we start to lean in for the first kiss that flash hits me again right in the eye. A blast of light that totally distracts me from my intended action. I look quickly towards the bar again and my date's lips are left hanging in midair. She looks like a freshly caught bass. The light seems to have come from the far end of the bar. There is a woman there in the corner but its too dark to see anything but a shadowy image. She probably has a big ring she is flashing to show off. I turn back around and the fish is still gulping air. The mood is broken. I'll have to start the dance over.

She senses the mood break too and does the predictable "I need to powder my nose" bit. She gets up and goes to the ladies' room. I do the predictable scoping out of her ass as she walks away. It is a fine ass. I wouldn't be with her if it wasn't. While her big breasts are nice, I'm a devoted leg and ass man. As I watch her, I'm reminded of the old line "like two cats fighting in a sack". So far, its a predictable night. That's predictable!

As I sit sipping my drink and savoring my smoke, my gaze is drawn back to the shadow figure. I see her head turns toward me and for a second her eyes flash just like a cat's eyes at night. No, couldn't have been. Human eyes don't do that. She must have big bobbly earrings. Its still too dark where she is to make her out. Likely some bimbo desperate to get picked up. No doubt she is hanging in the shadows so guys can't see her butt ugly face. She is probably hoping to snare someone at closing that is too drunk to see and/or care.

Meanwhile, I've finished my drink, my date is still in the can and there is no waiter in sight. I hate sitting alone so I decide to go up to the bar to get a refill. Its pretty crowded up there and the only opening seems to be by the shadow figure. Good, I can check her out and see just how ugly she is, should be good for a few jokes tomorrow on the web. Just as I get close enough to start to see some detail she turns away. Yep, I must be right. She doesn't want anyone to see her face unless they're really plastered.

As I near I can see she has a nice pair of legs but I really can't tell on the body because she is wearing a cape. Who wears capes? Weird! And it like the dress under it seem to made out of some sort of shiny purple material. Not patent or lame, no, its softer than that. It looks slick.

I order my drink and try to catch a peek out of the corner of my eye but she has her head turned too far away. This one is good at hiding I think, must be even uglier than I thought. Probably Coyote Ugly (next morning you'd rather chew off your own arm than risk waking her!). My drink comes and I take a sip. I look down the length of the bar to see if there is anything worth checking out before heading back. Just then a huge puff of smoke is blown right in my face from the direction of the dog woman. I turn to give her a piece of my mind (I hate rude smokers, unsophisticated) but just as I do another blast of smoke hits me in the face. For a moment, I can't see a thing. But for the instant before I got blinded I thought I saw ... naw, couldn't have been! A demon?

Then as the smoke and my vision clears, I find my self staring into the largest, darkest eyes I've ever seen. They are unblinking and seem to be staring right into my soul. I can't turn away, I'm transfixed. My mind starts to swim. Must be all the alcohol. I feel like I'm sinking into a deep, dark, pool as I continue to gaze into those eyes. As I do, a warm, relaxed feeling begins to move through my body like a strong anti-depressant. As the relaxation takes hold, some absolutely lascivious images dance through my mind like scenes out of The Decameron. Thoughts of every debauchery imaginable, every sexual deviation I'd ever heard or dreamed of, and some I'd never imagined all went blasting through my mind simultaneously. Despite being physically relaxed, my heart raced like I'd just done a dozen poppers at the same time. My nostrils flared like an angry bull and I had the biggest hard-on I had ever had. DAMN!

As my mind finally begins to clear, there in front of me is the most beautiful, exotic, erotic face I'd ever seen. Dark red hair framing a pale skinned (Persian? Italian?) face with lips which were both inviting and cruel at the same time and arching bitchy eyebrows. But as magnificent as these features were, they were mere background to the EYES. The eyes were dark and almost feline. And they stared right into my mind. I was like a deer caught in the glow of headlights. For a good minute I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. All I could do was look back into these unblinking eyes staring at me like a cat staring at his next kill. I felt like I was drowning, sinking deeper and deeper into a warm dark sea.

Finally, I cleared my brain enough to introduce myself, but just before I could the vision in front of me spoke. "She's waiting."

"Huh?" I said. (Great line, dumbass!)

"Your date. She's waiting for you," the vision said.

"Oh... yeah," I said and turned to see my date sitting at the table looking around trying to find me.

Luckily, I was in the dark too so she couldn't see me. I turned back but the vision was gone. I caught a glimpse of her rounding the corner headed to the ladies' room. Just as she went in she turned her head towards me and I caught that flash from her eyes again. And for a second all those images of debauchery flashed through my brain again.

It took several seconds for my paralysis to fade enough to head back to the table. How long had that scene lasted. Two minutes, two hours, I had no idea. As I started back, I realized that my raging boner was not only still present, it seemed to have no intention of fading. This was going to be dicey. Through creative use of the shadows and dark areas I managed to get back to the table with my state unnoticed.

My date, oblivious to what had happened and assuming that I, too, had gone to the restroom, leaned over, breathed warmly in my ear and said, "I hope you're ready to go, because I'm ready to cum!" and gave a sly giggle.

Ordinarily, that would definitely get me going (my ears are very sensitive), but I was already there, though not for her. Then her hand crept between my legs and she discovered my condition. "Ooo! I see I haven't lost my touch!" she said, and grabbed on with both hands to try to really do a number on me. As soon as she did that my member shrank to the size of a peanut and a feeling of total revulsion swept through me.

I had to get rid of her! "Darling," I said, "while you were away, I got a call from my daughter. She is terribly sick and needs me to come over ASAP. I'm going to have to send you home in a cab." Before she could protest, I was hustling her towards the door. With luck, I could get rid of her and get back inside to that enchantress at the bar before some other stud discovered her.

There were several cabs at the stand out front. I put her in the one at the front of the line and closed the door while she was still going "But, but..." I stood and waved as the cab drove off and she stared back at me through the rear window with this stupid confused look on her face. As soon as she was out of sight I turned to go back in and find my prey (God, I'm such a slick bastard!). But as I look back towards the club I see my next conquest getting in the second cab. I ran to the door and grabbed it just as it was about to close.

"Wait," I blurted, "I was just headed back in to talk to you. I want to get to know you."

My vision looked right at me, right through me, and right into me for what seemed like forever with those cold, hot, unblinking deadly eyes. Then she spoke in a slow, uncaring, almost sarcastic manner. At the same time what she said had a chilling, threatening quality. She simply said, "In your dreams."

With that she closed the door and I just stood there with my head bowed, totally deflated. I couldn't have felt worse if she had kicked me in the nuts. Then I heard a tapping sound and looked up to see her rolling down her window. I leaned towards her. She was about to speak. I put my face inside the window. I was now inches from her lips. The lips I had to sample. The rich, full blood red lips I wanted to bury my face (among other things) in.

Just as I was about to achieve my goal, She grabbed my chin with amazing strength and forced my view up to her eyes. All the feelings I had experienced before came roaring back. My heart was going ballistic. My entire body felt on fire. And the visions, the dark decadent visions erupted in my brain like a pornographic volcano spewing forth the most illicit, depraved thoughts known to man. No, not to man. No man had ever thought such wickedly delicious thoughts. Only the devil himself (herself?) could conceive of such depravity.

She turned my face to the side and whispered in my ear, her hot breath practically scalding me: "Remember to dream about me tonight, lover." It was more of an order than a request. Then she pushed me out of the window.

I staggered back and when my mind cleared, she was gone. I was alone. But she had left me something. That unbelievable raging hard-on was back even worse (better?) than before. I swear I was a good inch longer and half an inch wider than I'd ever been before. I stumbled to my car to head home. I was tired, confused and needed sleep. If only I could relieve my "problem" first.

"In my dreams," I thought. "Yeah, I wish!"

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VAMPYRE IN LATEX - Part 2

Dreams Can Come True
by Bull

I'm alone. I'm always alone. It's about 3:00 a.m. and I just staggered in from my encounter with that vision at the bar. My head is still swimming, driving home was tough. And this damn erection won't go away. I sit and ponder the events of the last couple of hours. Who was that bitch? God, she was hot! And what was with those visions? Weird! The other odd thing, looking back, was that there for a few minutes at the bar, I didn't feel alone. Those eyes had reached inside of me and burned down a few of my walls. I felt a little vulnerable but I wasn't quite alone. Disturbing.

Well, I guess I better take matters into my own hands and get rid of this boner so I can get some sleep. I break out the new Playboy for some "inspiration" but as soon as I look at the centerfold, Eli (my nickname from the old song: "Eli's Coming") immediately shrinks and my stomach sickens. Oh boy, those drinks must be fighting back. I put down the magazine and move to the bathroom, but just as I do I'm fine again and Eli is back at attention. I reach down to stroke him but as soon as I do, down he goes again. Fuck it! I'm too tired to play games with a dick that seems to have a mind of its own. Although I hate to go to bed with a perfectly good hard-on, I seem to have no choice.

It's hard going to sleep with this monster between my legs, but eventually I drift off. Strange dark dreams. I couldn't make out any clear images, it was all shadowy. I remember moans. Were they of pleasure, pain or anguish? As I listened, they seemed to be of all three simultaneously. And there was a laughter that was chilling. Sexy, tormenting, taunting, lustful and spiteful all together. The laughter seemed feminine and yet animalistic. It was scary and exciting at the same time. In the darkness I could just make out a woman's outline. She turned towards me and her eyes flashed, then all was dark except for a pair of cat eyes staring at me from the blackness.

You know how sometimes you dream you're dreaming? A dream within a dream? I guess that's what happened next. I remember waking and looking at my clock. It was 4:00, but I must have dreamed this. Then, in this inner dream, I smelled the scent the of the girl at the bar. It was faint but there in my bedroom. That smell of spices, perfume, musk, and woman. Slowly, the scent got stronger and my head started swimming again. My heart started racing and Eli was so hard he ached. Out of the darkness I saw movement. A figure was slowly moving towards me like a cat inching towards its prey. I was scared. I was sweating, My heart raced even faster. My Baretta 10MM was inches away but for some reason I couldn't reach for it. And yet despite this, Eli seemed to grow harder still.

As the image grew closer I could see it was female. No! Yes! It was the woman from the bar. As she approached I could make out her outfit. She had on that long purple cape she was wearing before, 5 to 6 inch heels and black, opera length gloves. They all seemed to be made out of the same mysterious, soft yet shiny material. What was it? Then I looked up and was captured be the eyes. Those deep, dark, magnificent orbs. The same strange opposite feelings of relaxation and arousal that had engulfed me before at the bar took control of me again. I was totally powerless, unable to move or speak.

She reached the foot of the bed and began to crawl up and over me. As she did, her cape parted and I could see she had nothing else on. She had a perfect "model body" Lean, taut and perfectly proportioned. Just like a fashion model but petite (5' 2"- 5'3" without the heels). Just the way I love it. As we say in Texas "A lap spinner - so small and light you can just set her on your lap and spin her". Her skin was alabaster. I could see two exquisite B cup breasts (just a bit more than a champagne glass worth), high and firm, a taunt stomach with a nice, slightly rounded swell to the mons venerous area below her navel (just the way I like it) and a neatly trimmed dark patch covering her nether region. She was sex personified. Everything about her was exactly right, exactly the way I would want it. Perfect!

She drew closer and her scent grew more intense. I was totally paralyzed. She hovered over me on her hands and knees not quite touching except for the soft cape which, as she slowly moved and swayed, massaged my naked flesh in a most sensuous manner. Latex! Oiled latex! That's what it was! I had fantasized about having a woman in latex many times while looking through the pages of "O", and "Skin 2", but had never had the pleasure until now. Eli was practically screaming!

Now, she lowered her face and slowly started reaming my ear with her flaming hot tongue. Her breath was like a vent from a blast furnace. My entire flesh was covered in goose bumps and chills raced up and down my spine. In a low sultry voice she breathed into my ear: "You wished for me in your dreams, didn't you?"

"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned.

"Good. That's one!"

"One what?" I thought. But my thinking soon stopped.

She breathed into my ear again and followed it with her tongue. I swear her tongue went clear through my ear canal and into my brain. It felt like she was giving my brain a tongue massage from the inside. I had never felt anything like it. Waves of pleasure and passion swept through every part my body. I saw stars bursting in front of me. Eli was screaming for release. Then she withdrew her tongue, moved forward and sat up on her knees with her pussy inches from my face. She looked down imperiously at me and said, "I have something for you." And then she lowered herself upon my face.

I was immersed in the very pit of passion. This was the origin of the aroma of her perfume. My senses reeled as I was engulfed by the smell and taste of pure, unbridled lust. The latex cape formed a tent around us, closing off the outside world and making my lover's body my entire universe. She was as light as a feather. I forgot all of the technique of proper oral sex I had spent years mastering and of which I was so proud. I just dove in like a child burying his face in a bowl of his favorite pudding. I smeared my face around in it. I licked, I sucked, I gulped down the flow like it was the ambrosia of the gods of Mt. Olympus. My brain was doing cartwheels in my skull. The visions from the bar grew more vivid, more depraved, and more consuming. I couldn't control myself. I just kept mashing my face harder and deeper into her cunt flesh. It was intoxicating. It was mind altering, it was like no drug could ever be. And above I heard her laughing. It was the laugh from my earlier dream. After what seemed like hours of gorging myself on this feast of divine decadence, she pulled up and away.

She straddled my hips and said, "Now it's my turn to get some of what I need."

In one swift sure thrust she buried the full length of my shaft inside her loins. It felt like I had stuck Eli in lava. Her juices were like liquid fire. Then she began to ride me. This was not "making love" or even fucking. She was screwing me with such wanton passion and force I was totally at her mercy (of which, she seemed to have none). Up, down, side to side, forwards and back. Faster and faster. I couldn't keep up. All I could do was lie there and let her take me to places I didn't know existed. And all the while she laughed that lusty, cruel, deep, captivating laugh from the dark dream.

As she rode me, her cape flew around brushing my body all over. It was so warm and soft. like feathery hands stroking my body. And her hands, encased in those slick latex gloves were unbelievable. Despite the ferocity of her passion, she somehow managed to maintain a continuous slow, seductive massage with her hands. Over my face, around my ears, across my neck and shoulders and over my chest. I was being bathed in oiled latex.

Meanwhile, I was stroking her unbelievably soft, flesh. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, so smooth, not a single flaw. Like satin. Strangely, despite the fire I felt inside of her, her skin was cool to the touch. As my hands roamed down her back to her beautiful round ass, up her sides to grasp and massage those magnificent pear shaped breasts, I felt pure pleasure. Which was better, the latex or the flesh. Rubies or emeralds, how could you chose? It was all so wonderful.

Eli was screaming for release. But every time he got close, she clamped so tight with her internal muscles that nothing could escape. She somehow managed to do this without skipping a single beat. The pressure grew and grew. My brain was frying. My passion kept soaring higher and higher. I couldn't see, I couldn't think, all I could do was feel. And I was feeling with my entire being pleasure like I have never imagined.

Finally, her muscles started a new motion. It was like having my member stuck in milking machine. She was kneading me from bottom to top in concentric rings of flesh. The pressure grew. Eli began to pulsate and spasm. I erupted in a gusher of cum harder than I had ever even remotely approached before. And it just kept coming and coming. It was like she had turned on a faucet full blast. I must have cum for five minutes. She just kept milking me and laughing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was gasping for air. But I couldn't stop. And even if I could, she wouldn't let me. Finally, my brain exploded in ecstasy and then all was black.

I awoke, after how long I don't know, with her curled against me, rubbing herself against my body like a cat wanting to be petted. "Mmmm," she purred in my ear, "I'm hungry." (interesting use of words, "hungry," not horny) "Oh baby," I said, "I'm drained. I need to recharge."

She slid up towards my ear again and whispered, "We'll see about that." And again began reaming my ear with her tongue. Like before, it seemed like she went all the way to my brain and was licking it from the inside. (I have got to learn this method of tricking the nerves of the ear to create this sensation, I thought.) Like before, this brain job seemingly stimulated every pleasure center at once. Despite my depleted condition, Eli grew even harder and larger than before. As she continued this licking, or whatever she was doing, she was making those sounds of pleasure people make when they are eating their favorite dessert. After a while, she withdrew her tongue, looked down at Eli and said, "Ooo, yummy!" (Yummy?)

And with that, she spun around and swallowed my now, mammoth, cock in one gulp while planting her cunt on my face in the classic 69 position. She ate me like she had screwed me, with pure lust. I, like before, forgot all my hard-learned technique and just buried my face in her pussy. Her cape covered us once more sealing off the outside world, limiting my view to her divine ass and pussy. As I gorged myself, so did she. It was the wildest thing I had ever experienced. No tenderness, no methodology. Just pure wild lust. Her approach was awesome. Lips kneading the base, suction and the insides of her cheeks created a velvet vortex, while her hot, wet, long tongue swirled over every micrometer of my flesh. As before, she wouldn't let me cum. The pressure would build and then she would clamp down and cut off the flow. Over and over this happened. Meanwhile, I was virtually drowning in the flow of her cunt juices. But I didn't mind a bit. What a way to go! I was lapping and gulping as fast as I could.

After preventing my orgasm for the 5th time, I screamed for release. "Please! Please let me cum! You can do anything to me just let me cum!"

She pulled her mouth off my engorged cock and turned to look back at me around her shoulder. "That was what I was waiting to hear!" She turned around once more and swallowed my rod to the hilt.

Suddenly felt the sharp pain of what felt like two deep punctures at the base of my cock. My body went rigid and I started to yell. But almost immediately, I felt this warm rush flow through my body and race to my brain. When it hit, I sighed and went almost limp (except for Eli!). An absolutely euphoric feeling swept over me. I was in pure ecstasy. Gone was the wanton fever I felt moments before. In its place was feeling of being carried away by warm soft waves of delight. It was like drowning in a sea of pleasure.

As this was happening, my mystery lover begins a sucking action that seemed more like she was drinking down her favorite beverage than engaging in oral sex. I feel myself begin to orgasm. but instead of the explosive eruption had experienced before, it occurs as a slowly building, throbbing flow. I'm caught up in pure rapture. As my orgasm continues, I feel like I'm sinking deeper into my soft warm sea of lust. I never want it to end. After five minutes of continuous flow, she had literally sucked me dry. She slowly let me slip from her mouth. Even in my "evaporated" state, Eli was bigger than he had ever been fully erect before. I was completely limp. I couldn't have moved if the bed were on fire. She turned around and approached my face which was totally drenched in her juices. She started to kiss me, our first kiss. She opened her mouth lowered it and seemingly swallowed mine. Then that magnificent tongue slipped into my mouth and explored every surface from front to back. And I do mean back. She went so deep she massaged the inside of my throat! How long was that thing? I could hold on to my consciousness no longer. I feel asleep in her arms.

I awoke from a dark dreamless sleep having no idea whatsoever as to how long I was out. What awoke me was my sexual arousal. Despite being literally pumped dry by this goddess of love I was being turned on again. My lover was wrapped around me like a snake, sliding across my flesh. With her body and mine completely entangled in her cape, I felt the alternate caresses of her soft flesh and the equally erotic oiled latex all over my body.

"Ooo, good! You're awake again. I'm still hungry! Let's eat!" she cooed. (Again with that terminology, why did she always refer to sex in dining terms?)

I started to protest, not thinking I could "perform" again after the last two sessions. But she slid up my body until her face hovered directly over mine. Once more I found my self staring into those deep, dark eyes and losing all my resistance.

"Sssh! Just relax. I'm going to make you feel so good!" She whispered as she encircled my once more rigid cock in her gloved hand. As she began a slow sensuous hand job, the best I'd ever experienced, she continued to stare deep into my soul. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before, take you places you didn't know existed. All you have to do is ask. Ask and enjoy!"

As the hand job went on and I continued to stare back into those magnificent eyes, I could feel myself open up to her like no one before. Could this be love? Since I'd never felt it before I didn't know. Certainly, I'd never felt passion like I was feeling now. Nor had I ever had such a beautiful woman (and I had more than my share - dancers, fitness babes, you name it, I've had it). God! Where had she learned her technique? Her touch, combined with the soft, slick feel of the latex was diving me crazy!

"You want it, don't you?" She continued, staring deeper into me than ever before. "You want that feeling you got last time, don't you? You know what I'm talking about. That feeling you got from my mouth. Not the blow job, but the other thing. You know. You want it, don't you?"

The feel of her hand, the glove, her body, the cape, it was all driving me mad with desire. I had never wanted anyone or anything like I wanted this enchantress. I uttered one word: "Yes!"

A slight, almost cruel smile appeared on her face. At the same time she tighten her grip on my cock and picked up the pace of her caresses. Her eyes narrowed and her expression became wanton and wicked. She knew she had me totally under her control. "All you have to do say 'Please'. Go ahead," She said, picking up the pace of her handjob even more, "Say it. Say please!"

"PLEASE!" I moaned, practically screaming.

For an instant, her face turned pure evil, and for a second I swear her eyes turned blood red, then she softened. Her manipulation of my prick eased, but if anything became even more erotic. "Yes! That's what I needed to hear!" (not wanted?) Now, close your eyes and turn your head to the side like a good little boy and let me take you where you want to go."

I did as I was told and waited. There was a moment of silence where nothing happened, even her hand stopped. Then I heard an almost animalistic sound, a cross between a hiss and a growl. The sound a predator makes as it is about to strike. A chill shot up my spine. I was frightened but still wanted, no, needed it (whatever it was) to happen. Suddenly, I felt her thrust her mouth down hard on my throat. Then, while I assured myself it must be an illusion, I felt what seemed like two long teeth about 1 1/2 inches apart sink deep into my flesh. The pain was intense. I arched my back, reached for her head to pull her away and started to yell. But, like before, as this was happening I felt something warm injected into me and it was rushing to my brain. Before any sound could escape my mouth, whatever it was reached its goal. The Rapture was back!

Suddenly, my mind (and my cock!) exploded in pure ecstasy. Then the warm, soft sea of pleasure engulfed me once more. I sighed and relaxed. I was experiencing total bliss. As I lay back down, my hands reached her head. But instead of pulling it away, I drew her to me. One hand across her back hugged her perfect body tight against mine, while the other pressed her head even tighter against my throat. I tried to moan in delight but could not utter a sound. All time and motion stopped. All thought ceased. All that existed for me was the unbelievable sensations of unlimited joy and erotic euphoria.

While this was happening, her hand began moving again. She was pumping me with long, slow, strong strokes, forcing me to cum more and more. I thought I must be in Heaven (never had I been so wrong!) but it got even better. After about a minute, the warm flow emanating from where her mouth was stopped and I heard a strange sucking or slurping sound begin. As this started, I also felt her body start to undulate slowly, writhing against mine in a completely decadent dance of lust. Her hand stoked me in time with the motions of her body. I felt her mouth opening and closing against my throat as she moved her head forward and back. It was almost like she was feeding on me.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" my mind screamed. "More, give me more!" As I pulled her even tighter to me. I began sinking deeper and deeper into that warm, wet sea. The waves grew stronger, pushing me down into the sensual depths of total rapture. I felt my mind and body let go of all their constraints and I was experiencing a level of such complete and perfect sexual delight that no words could describe it. I reached a point where I saw eternity and I never wanted to return from this state.

But just as I was about to break through to the other side of reality and achieve eternal bliss, I felt her pull away. As she did so, I felt myself being pulled back to reality and I didn't want to go. "No, don't stop! I'm almost there!" my mind pleaded. But it was to late. She was finished. My eyes fluttered open and with all my strength I managed to turn my head to see her beautiful face once more. That was all the movement I was capable of. I was totally spent.

She was on her knees looking down at me with a most satisfied look on her face. She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Mmm, delicious!" was all she said.

What was she talking about? Did she mean the sex or something else? She moved towards the shadows and I said, "Wait! I don't even know your name."

Without even turning around she said: "For now, you can just call me The Night Angel." "How can I find you? I what to see you again!" I cried out. "IF you wish hard enough, I'll return. But, If I were you, I'd wait until I regained some of my strength! And be careful what you wish for, you just might get it."

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VAMPYRE IN LATEX

Chapter 3 - Confused, Bothered, and Bewildered

by Bull

I awoke exhausted and, of course, alone. What a night! I have never had such an erotic dream before. I can't remember all the details, except that it was HOT! I'm kind of embarrassed. A 42 year-old isn't supposed to have wet dreams like a teenager. I look at the clock and it's only 10:00 a.m.. No wonder I'm tired, I've only had five hours of sleep. I check my machine and see there are ten messages. I'm glad I unplugged the phone before going to bed! What inconsiderate bastard would call 10 times on a Sunday morning? I'll check them later. I get up to head for the bathroom, but sit right back down. I'm dizzy as hell, weak and woozy. Shit, I haven't had a hangover like this in years.

Finally, I manage to drag myself in to the john. I need to whiz SO BAD!!! I piss for an entire cigarette (about five minutes). Lordy! That felt good! I notice two sores on the underside of my cock, right at the base, and a trace of blood in my urine. Great, I probably stressed my liver and/or kidneys with all the booze last night. I'll have to keep an eye on that. But where did the sores come from? Badly ingrown hairs? And man, look at Eli! He's at least as big as my usual hard-on and he's flaccid. He is also red and purple. Must be one of those "soft-ons" I'd heard about. Blood and fluid trapped down there while sleeping on your stomach.

Taking stock of myself, I find I'm stiff and sore and have some new bruises. Must be from that fall I took outside the bar. I didn't realize how hard I fell or drunk I was. I splash some water on my face to wake up and notice a few more drops of blood in the sink. I check myself out in the mirror and find some dried blood around my left ear. I also realize that I can't hear the bathroom exhaust fan out of that ear. Great! On top of everything else, I've got an ear infection. There are also two more sores on my neck. I wonder if a spider got in my bed? I get on the scales and I've lost ten pounds! Either the scales are messed up or I must be dehydrated from the booze.

I stumbled into the shower, but it didn't get me jump-started like usual. I was physically okay, but my brain wasn't clearing. I couldn't sustain a thought. It was like a piece of my brain was missing or something. Hangovers are like that.

After drying myself, I throw on some clothes and wander into the bedroom. The bed is a mess. I go to make it up and find the sheets are soaked. Damn! I must have sweated like a pig in my sleep. I also noticed a little blood on the pillow from that ear infection. Then I catch the scent, perfume and sex. I recognize it as the smell of the perfume from the mystery woman at the bar last night. I must have gone to bed without showering and been covered its residue. Wait, I thought I did take a shower. Who knows? I was blitzed after all.

I never remember my dreams. I wish I could remember last night's, because from the look of things it was a doze. I hold the sheets up to my nose for a sniff and as soon as I do, the dream comes rushing back in perfect detail. Shi-it! Unbelievable! I broke out in a cold sweat and my mind started swimming again. I looked down and Eli was screaming for attention. Damn, why now instead of with a woman? As I re-lived the dream I went to "wrestle the weasel" but as soon as I touched him, Eli deflated. He was still as big as when I got up but no longer 'functional'. Damn booze!

Next, I checked my messages. The first eight are from last night's date. Whiny notes about missing me, why did I send her away, why didn't I call, how she loved me. Pulleeze! I erased them. The last two were from my bimbo secretary/backup screw (36D-24-35, its good to own your own company!). The stupid bitch wanted to know if I was coming in today. She must have thought today was Monday. I went to get the paper and noticed how thin it was. I opened it up and saw it was the Monday edition. Damn! I had slept for twenty-nine hours, not five!

I phoned in and told my Assistant I was ill and wouldn't be in. I really wasn't sick, but I was in no shape to go in. All that sleep partially explained the weight loss but why was I so tired? And sleeping that long should have taken care of a hang over. Weird! Also, I should be starving, yet I felt quite satisfied. But I still couldn't clear my head or hear out of my left ear. Maybe I should go see my doctor.

Driving to the doc's wasn't easy, what with not being able to fully concentrate on my driving and having my balance impaired by my screwed up ear. I normally spend some time flirting with his nurse, Tiffany (a real knockout), but today I just announced myself and sat down. For some reason, she didn't interest me today. I was taken back to the examination room and I got into one of those silly backless gowns.

In a few minutes the doctor came in. The doctor listened to my story with great skepticism. I have been known to "stretch the truth" occasionally. Then he examined my ear and neck wounds. He made some quizzical sounds as he looked and asked for more details about my evening. Particularly, he wanted to know about my fall and did I remember any other accidents in my drunken state. When I asked why, he said that I had somehow managed to pierce my eardrum. I asked him if those wounds on my neck could be spider bites and he said: "Not unless the spider had canine teeth!" When I told him about my disorientation and cloudy head he decided to run more tests.

An EEG revealed slightly reduced neural activity. Because of my past history with Multiple Sclerosis, he felt this could be another "exacerbation" and ordered a MRI scan. Great, I hate going in that tube. There goes the rest of the day.

About 5:00 p.m. he got the results. He said they were very odd. There was a small area at the base of my logic center that was missing when compared to my last MRI. His only explanation was that apparently a lesion from an MS incident had cut off circulation to that area and it had atrophied. Unusual, but not unheard of. There was nothing to be done but hope the nerves to that area regenerated. Great news, Doc! Thanks a lot! I was literally losing my mind! He also said the bites on my neck and penis were animal in origin, probably a large dog.

I tried to think how the hell that could happen. The only thing I could think off was that the club owner's German Shepard must have done it while I was passed out. The dog and I are good friends. Maybe it tried to play Lassie and drag me to safety.

Despite having no appetite, I grabbed some Chinese food to go on the way home. After dinner, which I just played with since I still was not hungry, besides, it tasted foul, I noticed a spooky B-movie on Cinemax. I've always loved horror and sci-fi, so I decided to watch it. It was called "The Serpent's Lair," With Jeff Fahey (Lead in "The Phantom") and some actress I had never heard of, Lisa B. Should be good for a few laughs. I love bad cinema. It was the story of some guy who gets possessed by something called a succubus. In this case, the character played by Lisa B (stupid name!) is Lilith, supposedly the first wife of Adam who ran off to become the bride of the Devil. Lilith became a demon who enslaved men and lived off of their souls and sperm. Stupid plot and less than stellar acting. But I couldn't help but become aroused by some pretty hot scenes and the basic concept.

As I watched, I started thinking about my dream last night and imagining my mystery woman (what did she call herself, "The Night Angel?") as Lilith. As soon as I did, Eli was back in full force. During one particularly hot scene, I started playing with him. Like before, as soon as I did, he shrank away. This was REALLY getting old!

I wasn't tired yet, so after the movie I fired up the old webtv unit to do some surfing. The movie and the events of the last 2 days got me thinking so I did searches on the key words "Lilith". After sifting through a lot of homepages of girls named Lilith, repetition and bullshit, what I found that made at least some sense was as follows:

- Supposedly, there was a wife of Adam before Eve. This woman, named Lilith was seduced by Satan to get back at God for casting him out of heaven. He figured by doing this, he could destroy God's Creation. After being seduced, Lilith abandoned Adam and ran off with Satan to become the Queen of Hell. She was described as a succubus, as a vampire, and sometimes both.

- Searching under "succubus" and the plural, "succubi" I found out they are female demons who have intercourse with men in their sleep. The male equivalent is an incubus. They steal men's souls by seducing them with their beauty and sexual skill. Often they appeal to the fetishes of there victims to strengthen their seductive power. They harvest male sperm as their primary food source and/or to produce demon offspring. One account described how instead of a tongue, they had a long serpent that was used to slip into the brain and eat away the logic, judgement and ethics areas while stimulating the pleasure centers of the brain of the victim. This is both another food source and helps facilitate enslavement of the victim. There were also claims that the vaginal secretions were addictive, as was the venom the serpent injected into the brain of its victim.

- under "vampire" I found all the usual garbage one can get out of any B-movie. However, I did come across a few interesting tidbits. A female vampire is a "vampyre". Despite folklore to the contrary, they do cast reflections in mirrors. This makes sense given that they do have mass and are visible. They can do one of three things to their victims: keep them alive as a food source indefinitely by not draining them completely; killing them by draining them of blood in their 1st or 2nd encounter; or turn the victim into a vampire as well. How the conversion occurred seemed to vary a lot by author, but however it occurred, it was almost universally agreed it took three encounters.

- Both the succubus and the vampyre supposedly have telepathic powers. And they both can induce hypnotic states and suggestions. Both fear and sexual arousal raced through me as I read these accounts. All of this seemed to be applicable to my mystery lover. Thank God she was just a dream. On the other hand, the wounds were certainly like those a vampire (oops, vampyre) would induce. And the circumstances and style were consistent with the information on succubi. Finally, since I had never heard of a succubus before this evening, how could I have made all this up in my dream? This was all very interesting, but it was getting late and I was getting tired. I thought about having a "midnight snack", yet despite not having had any food or drink for about 48 hours, I really had no desire for either. I did have a strange craving for something, but I could not identify what it was. I decided to call it a night. As I started to drift off I wished I could have another dream like the one last night.

I am alone in my bed. The way I like it for sleep. But I don't feel quite as alone as I usually do. One can't always control their dreams, but can sometimes their subjects. I'm hoping that by repeatedly wishing for another visit by my dream girl, she'll appear in my dreams.

I finally drift off around 1:00 a.m.. After a while I dream I'm sinking through the Earth. I start hearing the moans from last night's first dream again. Pleasure and pain, bliss and agony, delight and despair all mixed up. I hear the laughter too, cruel yet seductive, evil yet loving, erotic. The images are not quite as dark as before. I can't actually see the people but I can make out shadowy outlines. There appears to be many male figures. Not necessarily men but male. They appear to all be servicing (or being serviced by) one female figure. The males are doing the moaning, the lone female is doing the laughing. The female also appears to have wings. Is this Heaven or Hell? Then I notice something unusual for a dream. A smell. Her smell, the smell of spices, perfume, musk, woman and rubber. I recognize the scent.

Like before, I start having what must be a dream within dream, for again I dream that I awaken. My room is filled with the delicious fragrance of my fantasy woman. My head starts its swimming routine and Eli springs forth in all his glory. She appears from the shadows and moves towards me. She is wearing the same black opera length latex gloves as before, but instead of the cape, she has on a long purple latex gown that is skin tight, with a slit up one leg almost to the waist which shows off her magnificent legs incased in latex stockings that match her gloves and high heels. All of the latex is well oiled and shiny. She is holding a riding crop.

She comes up beside the bed, climbs in and wraps herself around me slowly sliding her arms, legs and body around me like a snake, bathing me in her latex. The feel of the slick latex moving slowly across my entire body is unbelievably sensuous. As she continues this slithering motion, she slides the crop down and slowly starts rubbing and tickling Eli with its long flat tip. She draws my head to her with her other hand and starts licking and breathing in my left ear. There go the goose bumps!

Then I hear her speak in a low, seductive, breathy voice (Which is odd since I can't hear out of that ear): "Did you wish for me to return?"

"Yes!" I moaned.

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh yes!"

"Do you love me?"

"Oh God, YES!"

"Good....that's two....and God has nothing to do with this!" With that, her tongue starts its long, slow, wet, hot slide up the inside of my ear.

Again, it seems I feel it inside my skull lapping at my brain. And even more than last night I feel pleasures all over my body like I'd never felt before. This continues for maybe fifteen minutes or so. and all the while she is making those wet sexy sounds of delight in my ear like she was eating her favorite dessert. Slowly, she withdraws her tongue, rolls it around the inside of her mouth while moaning: "Yum!"

I bet you're hungry!" She says in her sultry, hypnotic voice.

All of a sudden, I realized I was starving. With that, again like last night, she straddles my face and shoves her beautiful cunt right in my face. Like the cape last night, her skirt forms a tent around my head sealing off the outside world. All I am aware of is her sweet pussy riding my face, its perfume mixed with the heady smell of the latex, and the feel of the latex skirt and stockings caressing my flesh. That and the continued flicking of the whip at my genitals at the perfect edge between pleasure and pain, driving me insane with desire.

I go after her cunt flesh like a starving man just rescued from a desert island. In fact, that is exactly how I felt. I was starving and parched with thirst at the same time. For some reason I knew that only her nectar could satisfy me. I licked, slurped and chewed the most delicious fruit in creation. And the abundant juices flowed like an over-ripe watermelon. I couldn't get enough, I was famished. I consumed her bountiful feast for at least thirty minutes. All the while, she was laughing that taunting, sexy, lusty, evil laugh above me. As I ate and drank her flow, I slowly got satiated, but the more of her sweetness I swallowed, the more turned-on I got.

Eli was screaming for attention. As before, she eventually pulled away and moved down to straddle my hips. Ordinarily I don't like set routines, but I was in ecstasy. Who was I to complain? Again she rode me with wild abandon. Up, down, left, right, front, back, faster and faster. And louder and louder the laugh became. Almost a howl.

As I watched her in the faint light through quickly glazing eyes, it appeared that her looks had changed slightly. Her eyes seemed more slanted, her chin and ears slightly more pointed than I remembered them. Of course, with the grimacing and weak light who can say? And were those two bumps on her forehead right at the hairline? Lastly, It seemed that when she went to lick her own nipples, rather than lifting her breasts, she just extended her tongue a good twelve inches. Obviously an optical illusion.

I quickly forgot these thoughts as my passion grew. This fuck went on for at least an hour with her using her fantastic muscle control to prolong the inevitable. Finally she allowed me to explode inside of her, which I did like Mt. Vesuvious. And on and on I blew for some 5-7 minutes, I couldn't stop, particularly with that irresistible milking trick of hers.

The rest of the night followed the same script as the night before. She spun around and we 69ed like last night for what seemed like hours. And, like before, just as I was about to cum, I felt a couple of sharp stabs at the base of my cock and then all I felt was devine rapture. After a pause to let me rest, she slid up my body and gave another latex body massage. As she did this, once more she nuzzled my neck. Finally, completing the pattern from our prior encounter, I felt her bite down hard on my throat and was once more transported to paradise. The only difference between this night and the prior one was we didn't stop there (actually she wouldn't let me stop). We repeated the entire night's performance again!

When she was convinced I had nothing left in me, she mounted my face one last time. She "didn't want to leave me thirsty!" After "feeding me" for another 30 minutes, she withdrew and stood up. I made note that like the prior night, all her references to our sexual activity that night had been in terms associated with food and feeding.

As she moved to the shadows I wanted to stop her but was too weak to move. Instead I just said, "Wait, I know you told me to call you 'The Night Angel', but what is your real name?"

She turned slowly and said in her most seductive, yet taunting voice: "In ancient times, they called me Lilith, in the Middle Ages, Miracalla, but now they call me Bianca!"

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VAMPYRE IN LATEX - PART 4

Knowledge is a Two-Edged Sword
by Bull

I awoke alone. Alone in a hospital room hooked to an IV. My friend and neighbor, William Fold, had found me in my bed after nobody had heard from me for four days.

While alone physically, I was not emotionally. For the first time in my life I felt I belonged to someone. I felt understood. I felt my walls were buckling. I had never really felt that way before. And for the first time in a very long time I felt at peace with myself and the world. Bianca had done this to and for me. I was in love with her. No, I loved her. Being "in love" is a transient emotional state of infatuation. I had been there many times before. Loving someone constitutes a commitment, total dedication. It is all encompassing and all inclusive. And it is forever. It is accepting and embracing everything about a person without limit and sharing with that person everything that is you. I had been married before, but I could never quite let down all of my walls. Now I did it gladly.

But how can one love a dream. Someone you had never actually met. I did not know. But I knew it to be true.

That is about all I knew. For my mind was extremely foggy and I was having great difficulty comprehending anything. Other than my emotions, I was terribly confused and disoriented. I could not concentrate and was having difficulty sustaining a thought. It was like how I would imagine Alzheimer's Disease to be. But my feelings were clear. I was at peace.

After awhile, it is impossible to say how long due to the way my mind was wandering, my doctor came in. After doing the requisite exam, he began to tell me what he knew so far. I had a tough time understanding him and/or concentrating on what he was saying, but what I could make out was not good. I had lost fifteen pounds since my doctor's visit a few days ago. I had not had anything to eat or drink for four days when they found me. Yet, all my nutrition levels seemed at or above normal. With the exception of several cuts and bruises (source unknown but appeared to be from an animal encounter), they had no clue what had happened. I was anemic. Worst of all, the area of missing gray matter in my brain had grown three times as large since his last exam. And, my inner left ear was completely destroyed.

Now news like this should have freaked me out. Instead, I was totally calm and, in fact, disinterested. Since there was nothing he could do for now, as soon as I stabilized, he would send me home under a nurse's care. He asked me if I had any thoughts on what was happening. I only smiled.

I arrived at home still too weak to be alone so a nurse was assigned to me. This was further necessary because I still could not eat solid food without suffering extreme nausea. Thus, I remained hooked to the IV. The nurse was fairly good looking and, ordinarily, I would have been attracted to her, but for some reason I was totally disinterested.

When I slept, I dreamed the same dark dream I had before. The one about the dark place with the moaning and laughter. The one with the strange male figures servicing the winged female. While some might consider this dream a nightmare, I always awoke with a quiet peace, and a feeling of not being quite so alone.

Given my reduced cognitive abilities, about all I could do was watch TV (no intelligence need for that!). But even something so mundane still caused my mind to wander frequently. Often I would just gaze at the screen for hours not really comprehending what I was watching. All the while, a low dull ache in my guts started slowly growing. At first I assumed it to be just hunger, but it was more than that. I would have hot flashes and chills all accompanied by body and headaches. At first, these symptoms were quite mild but they were slowly growing in intensity. The doctor said the symptoms were similar to drug withdrawal which was strange since he had not had me on any strong drugs.

The second night home, I noticed on Showtime a "Women of the Night" marathon. I assumed this to mean movies about hookers, so I decided to watch. It turned out to be movies about Lilith. Weird, I'd never even heard of Lilith until a week ago, the night of my second dream encounter, and now it seemed she was common knowledge. Oddly, as I watched, I had no trouble concentrating, in fact, I was almost mesmerized.

The first movie was called "Satan's Princess," a pretty bad flick with some pretty hot scenes. Like the one last week, the central character was Lilith, only in this one she was a lesbian vampire, interesting twist. The second movie was "The Unholy." In this, Lilith was a truly nasty demon who could appear in men's minds as a beautiful woman. She would seduce priests, and at the moment of their surrender, kill them by slashing their throats with her talons. The last movie was "Night Angel" (coincidence?) which was the best done of the three. In this one, Lilith comes out of a swamp and seduces the editor of a top fashion magazine. She becomes a model and seduces, kills or makes sex slaves out of everyone at the magazine, men and women alike. This movie most reminded me of my dream Lilith, or Bianca as she called herself.

(writer's note: These, as well as "Serpent's Lair" mentioned earlier in the story, are all real movies, check them out.)

Not only was I able to stay focused on these movies, but I got turned on by them. This was the first time in a long time I had gotten aroused by something other than my dream girl (or was it my dream girl in different forms?). Maybe I could make a play on the nurse when she came in to hang a new bag.

I drifted off to sleep waiting for my nurse, I dreamed of the creatures servicing the winged goddess again. They were a bit clearer this time. While I still could not make them out completely, I could see that the wings of the goddess were not feathered but were skinned like those of a bat. And though I could not make out her face, I could see her licking her breasts and body with her 12-14 inch tongue while she was being fucked front and rear as others masturbated on her. She was covered in cum and had what appeared to be blood being poured on her. She seemed to be smearing the two together on her body and devouring the blend. And all the while, she howled that evil lusty laugh. In my dream, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her scent. The spices, the musk, and most of all, the heady aroma of her cum juices.

I suddenly felt I was being smothered and again dreamed I awakened within my dream. She had come to me again! Bianca was crouched over my face with her beautiful pussy covering my mouth and nose. She was dressed in a short, pastel green latex nurse's uniform with a white rubber apron that had a red cross in the middle, matching cap, white latex stockings and white platform heels.

She whispered to me: "You are starving and sick. I alone have the medicine you need. Tonight I will only feed you so you may regain your strength. I will come again another night for pleasure. Then I will show you the eternal bliss your surrender will bring."

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, which seems to have grown to twice its normal length, and began to feast on her cunt flow. My mind cleared. It was like all my senses were being fed by her nectar. My taste buds were alive with the most delicious tastes I'd ever encountered. My aches disappeared, replaced by an unbelievable high that would make a heroin rush seem like that from a light beer. I was surely in Heaven since nothing else could provide such total bliss. As I feasted, she howled her seductive evil laugh louder and louder.

I saw the nurse come in out of the corner of my eye. She was screaming and seemed both shocked and scared at the same time, but I just continued my worship of Bianca's pussy flesh. Bianca continued her howling laugh as she turned her head toward the nurse. Then there was that same flash from her eyes that had entranced me at the bar. The nurse stood silent and transfixed in Bianca's gaze. I knew the feeling well. She began to see the erotic visions I had seen so many times. She began to stroke her body and sway in her trance.

As I continued to feast, I could see the nurse rubbing her breasts and cunt and removing her clothes as she did so. She was obviously totally under Bianca's will. She slowly approached, stroking herself all the while. As she came to Bianca's side, Bianca offered the nurse one of her breasts. The nurse immediately embraced it with one hand and began furiously licking and sucking the nipple while with her other hand she was vigorously masturbating herself.

With me eating away at her pussy and the nurse at her breast, Bianca's howl grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour of this debauchery, the nurse began to come. At first her moans were muffled by the tit now jammed deep in the her mouth, but finally, the nurse pulled her mouth free and rolled her head back in pleasure as she came. As soon as she did that, Bianca flicked her wrist and with six-inch talons on the end of her fingers, sliced the girl's throat ear to ear. The nurse collapsed, dead before she fell into Bianca's arms. I just kept worshipping Bianca's flesh while she feasted on the flow from the dead nurse's throat.

After another hour of "feeding" me, Bianca raised her hips and leaned forward. Her incredibly sensuous lips approached my left ear. Despite its dysfunction, I heard her whisper, "Rest now, you'll need your strength for when I return."

I then felt her hot wet tongue slide up my ear into my brain. As she pierced and licked, my mind exploded in orgasmic delight. Every cell of my body was awash with pleasure. Slowly she removed her tongue, licked her lips and simply said, "Delicious!"

As she stood, I saw her face clearly for the first time. Her ears, chin and nose were more pointed than before; her eyes more slanted and her cheek bones more pronounced. She had two two-inch horns on her forehead. She looked positively demonic, yet, if possible, she looked even more beautiful than before. As she turned away I could see fleshy wings folded tightly to her back.

I awoke with a peaceful happiness I had never felt. I was not lonely anymore. All the walls were gone. I was also even more light headed than before.

As my feet hit the floor I felt something. I looked down and there was the body of my nurse. She was naked and her hand was jammed in her pussy. She had the look of pure ecstasy on her face and her throat was slashed wide open.

Shit! These weren't dreams, they were real! Yet, even as I thought that, I realized that deep inside, I had always known.

I managed to shove the body under the bed so I wouldn't trip over it and grabbed the remote. I had to find out what I was up against. I switched on the TV and my WebTV unit to go surfing. I expanded on my prior searches. Slowly, I began to piece together some more facts or at least universal myths. My findings were as follows:

- Lilith was indeed Adam's first wife but had run off with Satan to become the Princess of Hell. But, as her lasciviousness intensified, she outgrew the Devil and in one of their orgies killed him by gouging out his heart with her talons.

- She lived by seducing men. She fed off their blood and sperm and grew in strength by stealing their souls.

- Her breath was intoxicating.

- Her "womanly juices" were so addictive they became the only sustenance her victims desired, or in fact, could tolerate.

- These "juices" had other properties. They could provide all the nutrients her victims needed. But they altered the flow of nutrients in the victim's body. They diverted the flow from the muscles and bone to the sex organs and tongue so she could gain more sexual pleasure. They also facilitated much faster production of blood, allowing her to feed more often.

- To become enslaved, the victim had to willingly engage in sex acts with her on three different occasions. She could not force the victim to request her pleasures.

- If at anytime during the "courtship" the victim refused her charms, she must set him free. All damage to his mind and body would be reversed. She could never return to try again on the same victim.

Now that I knew what I was involved in and with, what was I going to do about it?

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"Welcome to my Web, said the Spider to the Fly"

by Bull

I'm no longer alone. Bianca has touched me as no one has ever done before. I am open. I am vulnerable. I am in love. And, I AM AFRAID!. I have never really felt fear before. I have always been in control and my walls protected me. I do not want to die. I want to live. But I only wish to live with and for her. But it would seem that living and having her are mutually exclusive and collectively exhaustive. A true dichotomy. I must figure out how to regain control of the situation.

My career as head of corporate lending for one of the largest banks in the world taught me how to win negotiations with the best and the brightest. The heads of Fortune 500 companies. Could this she-demon be any sharper than they? I never lost one of those negotiations. Earlier in my career I worked as a problem loan workout specialist. I learned how to negotiate from strength in the weakest of positions, winning impossible no-win scenarios. Could my position now be any more helpless than being secured by drilling rigs in 1983 after the oil bust? Yet I never lost a single dime then, so why should I lose now.

I am THE master of negotiation. All I have to do was negotiate a deal with the bitch. In assessing my position I had to recognize my weaknesses and either address them and/or work around them. Second, I had to formulate my goals and objectives. Finally, I had to develop my "battle plan."

Weakness one was my drastically reduced gray matter. It was taking all of my concentration just to stay focused now working on my game plan. How was I going to stay focused when confronting her? I had to keep my approach simple and direct, no confusing games.

Second, and compounding the first problem, my withdrawal symptoms were starting to kick in again. Could I stay focused when I needed another "fix" of Bianca's juices? This meant I had to start my negotiations as soon as possible and I had to complete it quickly and efficiently.

Next, I had to acknowledge the effectiveness of her programming. Until a few days ago, I only had a vague awareness of latex clothing. Now, thanks to the ever increasing use of her sexual expertise combined with, likewise, ever increasing exposure to her favorite material, I now had a full blown latex fetish. I can't even think about or feel the damn stuff without getting a raging hard-on!

Finally, I wanted Bianca. I wanted her BAD! I could not "think with my dick." How could I do that when all I could think about was having Bianca again. This meant I had to stage this confrontation where and in a way that she could not use her charms on me, or at least minimize her ability to do so.

What did I want to achieve? I did not want to die and be damned for all eternity. But at the same time, I did not want to live without her. I wanted to come up with a way to go on living and still have her. But, as in any negotiation, both parties must come away satisfied. So, what was I willing to give up to get what I wanted? How about this, Bianca could have my brain, sperm and blood (her three food groups!), leaving just enough for me to live. I would endure becoming a vegetable. But she could not have my soul. Now I needed a couple of fall backs.

Fall back #1 - Bianca could have my soul but not until I died of "natural causes." As a safety clause, any death sooner than five years from the agreement date would be deemed unnatural and void the contract.

Fall back #2 - my final position would be she could have me and my soul, but only if Bianca agreed to make me a demon too. A male equivalent to her, a vampire and/or incubus. Afterwards, when she would use me for her pleasure and nourishment, it would be one-to-one, I would not be just "one of the boys" in those gang bangs I had seen in my dreams.

My battle plan to achieve these objectives, given my weaknesses, was by necessity simple. To do it quickly, before my withdrawal pains got too strong, I would seek Bianca out rather than wait for her to come to me. This would also, hopefully, catch her off guard and unprepared. By moving the talk out of my bedroom to a public site, it would minimize her ability to use her charms on me. I would seek her out in the bar where I met her.

At dusk, I went to the bar. I sat on the same stool where Bianca had been. I had been there two hours or so with no luck, and the withdrawal pains were growing. I could feel my resolve starting to weaken. What if she didn't show? Then a scent drifted my way. That smell! The smell of spices, perfume, musk, and woman. I turned and Bianca was there at my side.

She was unbelievably beautiful. Bianca was dressed in a full length, skin-tight, shiny black latex dress slit up the front to just inches from her delicious sweet pussy. Two spaghetti straps strained to keep her succulent breasts contained in the low scooped bodice barely covering her turgid nipples. She was wearing five-inch stiletto heels. Gracing her arms were shiny black latex opera-length gloves. Around her neck was a triple-row choker of white pearls. Her hair was pulled up, displaying her elegant neck and jaw line. Her sensuously cruel lips were covered in bright wet red lipstick. Her hypnotic dark eyes stared into my soul under those high aristocratic eyebrows.

"So, you wish to talk," she said. "I was wondering how long I would have to wait."

I had obviously not surprised her. At least we were in a public place. She leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips. But when she did, I felt a small sting as she extended a fang slightly and injected her venom in my lip. I started to pull away but then the wild depraved visions exploded in my brain stronger than ever before. My mind reeled. I heard Bianca laugh that sexy sadistic laugh and then I passed out.

When I awoke, I was lying naked and spread-eagled on my bed. Shit! So much for picking the time and place. Then I noticed a most sensuous feeling. It felt like I was being caressed all over my back and the back of my legs at the same time. I looked around and saw that I was on a black latex sheet that had a thin film of silicone based lubricant. As a moved, it felt just like Bianca's gloved hands stroking me. Eli sprung to life. God, this was so fine! No! It wasn't! This was going to make my task almost impossible! And I knew that Bianca knew it.

Bianca approached from the darkness. The dress was gone. In its place was a black latex catsuit covering her from the top of her long, graceful neck to the tips of her toes. The only exposed flesh was her exquisite face. Complimenting her body suit were the heels and gloves she had on earlier and her long, flowing latex cape. As usual, all of the latex surfaces had a fine, shiny coating of silicone. Just looking at her almost made me decide to forget my agenda. She ws truly a rubberist's wet dream! I was in serious trouble!

As Bianca came up beside me she ran one of her gloved hands lightly along the full length of my body, from my toes to my face. Her caress sent chills and waves of passion simultaneously throughout my entire being. She looked down and said, "So, what do you wish to say before I take you to Hell, little man?"

At 6'4", and 250 lbs., I hadn't been called "little man" since I was a small boy. But I was beginning to realize that against to her, my skills may well be those of a child.

As Bianca stood beside the bed, I could see her more clearly. She was the woman in the first part of my dreams. Her face was both demonic and yet more beautiful than ever; sharp chin, nose and cheek bones, slightly pointed ears, and cruel slanted eyebrows. She reminded me of my first lust object as a young boy, the evil queen from "Sleeping Beauty," but infinitely more beautiful and evil looking at the same time. Her deep, dark eyes had slitted pupils like those of a cat (or a snake!) and her skin had a greenish tint. This was her true form. She was truly breathtaking.

She wrapped her latex encased left hand around my now huge dick and began stroking it. Her right hand was stroking the left side of my neck and ear. The feel of the latex on my flesh, heated by her hot flesh, was both soothing and arousing at the same time. Bending over, Bianca extended her wet serpent tongue, wrapped it around my dick and gave it several slow, hot, wet licks then raised her head to my left ear. In a low, soft, breathy voice she said, "You do want to go with me, don't you?" Then she began nuzzling my ear and neck with those incredibly soft lips of hers while lightly biting and chewing with her sharp teeth.

My whole body was one big goosebump. The stroking of my engorged horse dick combined with the heat and nuzzling of my neck and ear were sending electric sensations throughout my body. My mind was totally jammed, all I could think about was the pleasure she was causing. I had to get control and fast or I would surely lose my soul! I knew she could do nothing without my permission as long as I was still mortal. With all the strength I could muster I grabbed Bianca by her shoulders, pushed her away and sat up.

"Lets make a deal. But first, sit at the foot of my bed so you can't touch me with your hand or mouth while we talk," I said. She had no choice but to do as I told her, even in Hell there are rules. "

"Okay," Bianca said. "But make it quick, I'm starving!"

So now we both sat on the bed facing each other. Bianca had a really pissed look on her face but knew she must comply. Then it softened, and a sly look replaced it, like the proverbial "cat who just ate the canary". I felt Eli being stroked and prodded even more erotically than before. I looked down and she had slipped one shoe off and was stroking my engorged member with her latex covered right foot with amazing dexterity. With her left foot still heeled, she softly prodded.

"You didn't say anything about my feet!" She said with confident satisfaction and began licking her lips in a most lascivious manner (like in the dinner scene in "Tom Jones.")

A rule is a rule, and I knew I had lost the first round of this fight. I had better make this quick, I thought, or I will surely lose much more. Her feet felt so damn good I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my position for long. With her feet continuing their incessant kneading of my now aching prick I began: "I know what and who you are. I know that until I willingly submit to you sexually three times, I can stop you at any time. (God, those feet felt good!) And, as much as I want you, I do not intend to let you have my soul."

As I spoke she looked hypnotically into my eyes. She opened the zippers on her catsuit over her nipples and crotch and began stroking her breasts and pussy while licking her nipples with her foot long tongue. "God, I'm so hungry!" she sighed.

Between this incredibly erotic vision and the now increased pressure of her feet I was losing it fast. I closed my eyes to block the sight of her seductive actions but it was as if her stare burned right through my eyelids and into my brain. I could still see her every lusty move as clearly as before. Then to make matters worse, the withdrawal pains began in earnest. My guts ached and cramped. I had alternating hot flashes and chills and my nerves were spasming. Yet these symptoms did not in anyway diminish the impact of her feet and solo dance on my aroused state.

"I know you need my brain, blood and sperm to survive. I will gladly give them to you in exchange for your sex. But you cannot have my soul."

"And I know you need a "fix" and a cum so bad you're about to go crazy,": she said. "And when you cum, your soul will be mine. You do not have the will to resist, so why should I bargain?"

With that, Bianca's feet increased their pressure and speed. She was going to jack me off with her feet! Her vision in my brain became even more lewd. She had one of my feet jammed in her pussy and was fucking it vigorously. It felt so hot, wet and sexy! Her hands were violently kneading her breasts and that snake tongue was lashing at her nipples. I was racked by the pain of withdrawal and the incredible pleasure of her foot job. My brain was frying. She was reaching orgasm and I was not far behind.

"WRONG!" I yelled, and grabbed her feet and yanked them away. I pulled my foot from her flooding gash and rolled onto my side doubling over as my guts cramped harder than before. "You cannot take my soul by seduction, I must give it willingly," I moaned.

Bianca let loose with a bloodcurdling wail, rolled me onto my back, and threw herself upon me. Her burning hot flesh, so hard yet so soft, comforted me as we hugged tightly in a full body embrace.

"How can you deny me?" She cried, "Don't you want me, don't you need me, don't you love me?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes, more than anything or anyone I have ever known or dreamed of," I cried. "But I won't be your slave or puppet. I love you and want you, not just your sex." Then despite the comfort of her embrace I was racked by my pain and yelled out in agony.

As I regained some small control, I proposed the following: "We both know I cannot make a free choice through this pain. I need a fix from you. I also know you need food as well. If you feed me enough to get through this negotiation pain free, I will let you have some of my blood so you can get through it without hunger pain. But, you cannot take so much that I can't reason with you or you will lose. Remember, I must be able to make a choice. Afterwards, we will settle this once and for all. But remember, no games. I know the free choice rule."

"Done," she said. And with that she sat up and planted herself on my face and began passing down her venomous juices.

Despite my hunger and desire, for the first time I controlled myself. Since this may well be the last time I would have this delicious pleasure, I wanted to do it right. Besides, if I had to use all my fallbacks, I needed to convince her that I was worth turning into a demon like her. After taking several gulps of her free flowing juices to ease the pain, I started lightly chewing her inner lips and running my tongue around them while massaging her clit with my nose and rolling it with my thumb. Her hips started a slight slow rocking motion and an "Mmmm!" escaped from her.

For the first time, I was thinking more of her pleasure that my hunger. But keeping my control was unbelievably difficult, not only because she tasted so good and I needed her so badly, but because the latex heaven I found myself in was driving me crazy. I was completely emersed in the sensuous material. I was lying on a latex sheet, with the sexiest woman on Earth kneeling on my face totally covered in it. As she rode my face, her latexed thighs stroked my face and sides. Her rubber covered butt rubbed my chest. My hands caressed her vulcanized body. Finally, her cape not only closed off the outside world to me, but caressed my body as it billowed from her gyrations. Her programming of my sexual preferences was finished. My association of latex with sexual pleasure was complete.

As I continued to massage her clit it began to grow and I began alternately chewing, flicking her lips with my tongue and slipping it up inside her. "Oooo!" she moaned, and her hips moved back and forth more vigorously. I started rubbing her clit between both thumbs while fucking her with my tongue, which thanks to her venom's effect on my anatomy, was now extendible to over six inches. "Oooh, Baby!" she cried, and started fucking my face back.

Then I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. I started sucking it like a small prick, Moving my lips up and down its small shaft while maintaining suction. While doing this, I alternated between rolling the end with my tongue and nibbling it with my teeth. "Damn!" Bianca moaned, and started grinding her sweet pussy in my face. As I continued this action, I slipped my first two fingers inside her and started massaging her G-spot. "Ooooh!" she sighed loudly, and her hips resumed their fucking motion more vigorously than before.

As her moaning became louder and her hip movements more pronounced I sensed her nearing orgasm. I reached over to the bedside table where I keep the toys I use on my women and found "George," a six-inch shaft type vibrator. While keeping up the actions described above, I rolled George around in Bianca's juices 'till he was good and slick then switched him on and slowly slipped him up her ass. She went into high gear. Humping and grinding, she fucked my face furiously while wailing in total abandon. She came for a good ten minutes then pulled herself off and sprawled out on her face making satisfied oooing and purring sounds.

I let her lie there for a couple of minutes and then started lightly kissing and nibbling Bianca's butt. I saw the zipper between her legs ran up past her ass. I opened it all the way. Slowly, I began to make my oral caresses more passionate and moved them more and more towards the middle. I started licking up and down the crack and nibbling the insides of her cheeks. Bianca started slowly wriggling her butt and raised it slightly. I took that as an invitation and starting to delve deeper with my tongue. I reached up and pulled down a pillow and slid it under her hips. This both gave me a better angle of attack and spread her cheeks slightly. I slipped my tongue in and started lightly rimming her asshole.

As this rimming became more passionate, I would throw in some ass munching. Bianca was pressing back and rolling her hips. I slipped two fingers under her and began massaging her clit while sliding my tongue past her anus and into her dark musky hole. I started tongue fucking her ass while giving her clit a workover. She was pushing her butt higher and higher while burying her face in the bed and moaning loudly. Then the fucking motion and wailing began. I was giving her my entire six inches of tongue "going where no tongue had ever gone before!" She came in a groaning, grinding cum that just kept going and going.

I let Bianca calm down slightly but this time I didn't stop but just eased up for a minute two. I reached over into my "bag of tricks" again and pulled out "Bad George," a rechargeable Panasonic Big Reach vibrator. I switched him on low, held him against her clit and started a slow shallow tongue fuck of her ass. As Bianca's fucking motions got more pronounced, my tongue action grew more rapid and deeper. She raised her ass higher in air and started making animalistic grunting sounds.

While holding Bad in place with my right hand, I reached into my bag one last time with my left and pulled out "Big George" a ten-inch shaft vibrator. I cranked him up and slid him up her cunt while simultaneously flipping Bad on high and giving her ass the full six inches of tongue hard and fast, timing my tongue plunges to alternate with the thrusts of Big. With a vibrator at her clit, another up her cunt, and my tongue in her ass, she was transformed into a pure animal. She raised her ass as high as she could and started lunging and humping with all her might. She groaned, she moaned, and she grunted louder and louder. She started cumming and it grew into one long loud wail.

Bianca couldn't stop cumming and I wasn't going to let her. I was finally in control and I wasn't going to let go. I had to prove to her that she needed me as much as I needed her. It was my only hope.

After thirty minutes of almost continuous orgasm she collapsed and rolled over on her left side. She was totally spent. She was covered in sweat, her wet hair matted on her face. But she had the most contented look on face!

I lay down beside her on my right side. I brushed the hair from her face, held her head in my hands and kissed her cheeks and forehead. She was totally exhausted. I turned my head and lifted her's, placing her mouth against my throat. "Eat Sweetheart, you need your strength."

Slowly, Bianca's lips part and her fangs slipped out. They ever so slowly sank into my flesh. She was so weak she barely had the strength. As her venom was excreted, the pleasure centers in my brain started responding, and a soft warm euphoria began spreading across my body. She weakly commenced feeding. As she consumed, Bianca started to regain her strength and the sucking became more intense, so did my pleasure. My mind started reeling. I heard her making her sounds of culinary delight. My brain exploded in one of its mindgasms and she slowly withdrew her fangs as promised.

We embraced each other for several minutes. One last moment of sharing before we start the final dance.

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VAMPYRE IN LATEX - PART 6

"The End Game"

by Bull

As we lay side by side, locked in our embrace, slowly Bianca begins to stir. Gradually, she eases me on to my back and begins her snake dance. In a slow, sensuous manner, she begins to slither around and over me. She is giving me a full body massage with her rubber coated beauty. Again, I find my self awash in a sea of latex. The sheet, her catsuit and her cape all conspire to emerse me in the her erotic web that has become my new obsession.

After several minutes of this lewd dance, Eli is at full glory. Bianca straddles me, sinks down, and buries me completely her flaming pussy. But instead fucking me silly as has been her pattern, she leans forward and begins nibbling and licking my ear, her scalding breath and burning tongue taking my breath away.

I feel like I'm being branded in three places. Besides my cock and ear, her bare nipples are burning into the flesh of my chest like hot coals. Yet, the heat is not painful. Rather it is creating the most decadent sensations I've ever experienced. All I can feel is these three sources of flaming desire and the caress of the latex over every other square inch of my body. My passion soars.

As she plays my ear, she whispers: "Should I eat you brain first or drink your blood. I better take your blood first so you can enjoy it and contemplate your life in Hell with me. When you're ready for me to do you, just say 'Please' and I'll show you ultimate bliss!" And with that, she slides down and begins nuzzling my neck.

She has her fangs retracted, but the combination of her regular teeth and tongue has almost the same effect. I embrace her head and back and pull her hard against me. My mind is reeling from the lust coursing through me. I must resist. I can't resist! My mouth opens to say the one she word wants to hear. But at he last second I summon my last reserve of will power.

"NO!" I groan, pushing her head away from my neck. "I told you, you can feed off of me all you want, but you can't have my soul!"

Bianca is pissed, she is not used to resistance, she is not used to having to bargain. Mortals are not supposed to be able to deny her. She looks deep into my soul. Can she see how I really feel. Can she tell that despite my stated position, I have a whole series of concessions I'm willing to make, right up to and including total surrender. Does she know that my heroic front is a con to sell my proposal. That I am just trying to make the most of an impossible position that is a wish not a demand.

"You understand that if I accept," she asks, "you will soon be a vegetable. Nothing more than a living penis and tongue. That you won't have the capacity to change your mind later and spend eternity with me because you won't have a mind."

"I do."

She continues to look into my eyes as she ponders the proposal, looking for any sign of weakness. I've got to hold strong. Bianca is sil lying on top of me. Her breasts rubbing my chest while her bush tickles the end of my shaft. With her most seductively evil look she asks, "Are you sure you won't spend eternity with me?"

"Yes," I whisper, using every last bit of strength I have left. I know that if she doesn't accept, I'll beg her to forgive my impudence and take my soul. A sly smile appears on her face. Does She know?

Bianca assumes a regal demeanor and rises from the bed. In a manner and tone like that of a queen talking to a serf (which I guess is appropriate), she says: "I have no use for mere 'food'. I can have all I need and more whenever and from whomever I choose. If I can't have your soul, I'm not interested. Too bad though, you showed good promise at becoming one of my favorite subjects. You might have even made it as one of my select few 'solo performers.' I only add one of them every hundred years or so. Oh well, nice getting a 'piece of your mind.'"

With that she turns and begins to slowly stride into the darkness. Shit! She's called my bluff. I know I couldn't let her leave. I was hers, 'body and soul' in the truest sense of that phrase.

"Wait!" I cry out. "I've got one last proposition that can satisfy us both." (Actually, I had two but I wasn't going to show all my cards unless necessary.)

She stops, turns her head slowly, looking at me over her left shoulder, her left eyebrow arches. "Well?" Bianca says in a disinterested manner.

"If I were to promise you my soul, would you be prepared to negotiate when and how you will receive it?"

She purses her cruel, sensuous lips in thought, then says, "Maybe, what did you have in mind?" Now she has turned towards me, still with the regal ire, but I can tell I had her interest.

"Here is what I propose. You can continue to feed off of me as we discussed before and like before, you cannot kill me and take my soul. However, once I die a 'natural death,' or at least as natural as I can die under the circumstances, my soul is yours. But to keep you honest, you must agree to the following:

1) You must feed me your 'juices', which I know will be my only sustenance, frequently enough and in sufficient quantity that I don't die or even suffer from starvation, malnutrition, dehydration, thirst or any other way related to insufficient consumption of food or fluid.

2) You feed me in intervals and quantities that prevent me from suffering withdrawal symptoms.

3) You must leave enough of my brain intact that I can be aware of and fully appreciate the joy and pleasures of our 'sessions.'

4) As a failsafe, If I die for ANY reason in less than five years, the deal is off and my soul is forfeited by you."

She thinks about this for a few moments and starts to approach. Her face softens. She resumes the role of the ultimate seductress. She wraps her gloved left hand around my fully erect penis and begins stroking it in a most sensuous manner. Bianca lays me down with her right hand on my shoulder. Her beautiful face approaches mine and she looks deep into my very being.

"Let me get this straight," she says softly in her most seductive voice. "I feed off of you, you feed off of me, much like we've been doing, and If you live for at least five years, your soul is mine?"

"Basically. But you must agree to my terms completely."

"Hmm, that could be interesting. Anticipation does make it sweeter. And it might be fun watching you turn into a vegetable and using you as my own living dildo and dessert at the same time. Besides, when you're immortal like me, what's a few years?

Bianca glances down to check her "handiwork." Eli is standing at full erection. He is throbbing for release. A sly, knowing smile crosses her face as she looks back into my eyes.

"But why should I wait when you are prepared to give me your soul now," She says.

Shit! She has me. Why did I think I could bargain with the demon that had out thought Satan himself. There was only one thing left to do. I'll lay my cards on the table and try to reason with her on my final proposal.

"You're right," I begin. "You can have my soul. I admit it, I want you so bad, I'm prepared to suffer the consequences. But before you take me, hear one last proposal. After you have my soul, do you really want one more mere minion? You already have thousands. You said yourself that I had promise as one of your "solo acts." Why not take it one step further? Make me an vampire and incubus. I know you have the power. I'll pledge my loyalty to you forever. And if I should ever disappoint or fail you in anyway, you can always take my powers away and make me one of your slaves. You've got nothing to lose. Besides, how long has it been since you've had a "junior partner?" Let me do your bidding, I won't fail you."

A thoughtful look reappears on Bianca's face. Her delicious stroking of Eli slows. She gazes even deeper into my soul. "So, you naughty boy, you wish to steal little girls souls like I'm about to do to you? Hell does need female souls too. And while I do, from time to time, play that game for variety, I prefer destroying men. And it has been awhile since I've added to the 'recruiting staff.' I have enjoyed our time together, and your persistence and bravado in negotiations impresses me. Your skills could be put to good use turning good girls bad."

She thinks some more then says, "I'll agree to your idea, but you must first swear eternal allegiance to your Goddess Bianca. You must agree to do my bidding at all times. You must agree to be subservient and be available to me at all times. And you must agree to only go after those "targets" I assign to you, no freelancing."

"I agree!" I state without hesitation.

"Done!" Bianca says: "Now let's seal the deal with a kiss! Then I'm going to literally fuck you to death!"

Bianca uncoils her "tongue" and for the first time I learn her secret. It's not a tongue at all but a serpent with a mouth of its own possessing small sharp teeth! She presses those magnificent wet red lips to mine and slides her serpent tongue into my mouth.

Before fear can set in, the serpent starts burrowing through the soft back of my upper mouth and up into my brain. The serpent finds its mark and begins its triple role of stimulating my pleasure centers, injecting venom and consuming 'unnecessary parts' of my brain. As she does this, she slips her fangs out a bit and pricks my tongue to inject even more venom into my blood stream. A double shot of Bianca's aphrodisiac! I was lost in pure and total pleasure only vaguely aware of her slurping sounds of pleasure. After a several minutes, she removed her snake tongue, rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the taste of my brain.

"Mmm, delicious!" Bianca says: "Now that I've had my appetizer, I'll give you yours." and climbs on top of me (her usual position) and plants her bush on my face.

I begin to gorge on her ambrosia for the last time as a human. I can feel the strength flowing to my testicles and penis. As I drink her sweet nectar, my mind relishes the decadent sights created in my brain by her venom. Above me I can hear her taunting, evil, sexy laugh. All I feel is joy and lust. After feeding me for half an hour, and getting her jollies, Bianca looks over her shoulder to see Eli standing at full attention. "Now for the pasta!"

In one swift, continuous move, Bianca hops off my face, straddles my hips and thrusts down engulfing Eli to the hilt. It feels as if I'd been immersed in velvet fire. I had never felt anything so hot, so soft, so wet, so good in all my life. Then "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" began.

Again, there is nothing subtle or sensuous about her movements. This is not making love. This is Bianca fucking, pure and simple. As the pace grows more intense, my engorged nuts slap her ass. Her motions become a blur. Up and down, side to side, grinding forward and back and around and around. I soar higher and higher, I can feel a massive orgasm forming. She can sense it too, and using her vice-like vaginal muscles she keeps me on the edge for over an hour, clamping down on me every time I'm about to blow my wad. My brain is on fire I need to cum so bad. My testicles, supercharged by the massive feeding of her juices earlier, have pumped out at least a pint of sperm but it has nowhere to go. She wants more.

Then I feel her milking contractions start. Like everything else this time, there is nothing subtle about these contortions. My dick is being pulled, squeezed, kneaded and sucked by the most powerful milking machine in the world (or out of this world). I can feel my wad boiling up inside of me. The pressure is unbelievable. I think surely I am going to explode. It is like a football being shoved down a garden hose. Suddenly, I blow! When it finally happens, I go off with such force, I think even Bianca is surprised. She howls with delight as her 'food' arrives. I almost faint as the relief of this great pressure causes such ecstasy.

As Bianca's milking continues, so does my flow. I feel like a fire hose. But I know I could never extinguish her fire (not that I would want to!). On and on it goes. The more she milks the more I come. The more I come, the more Bianca takes. The more she takes, the more she wants and the more she milks. All the while, her shrieks and howls of delight grow. At last, I can feel the flow start to subside. After a few more hard contortions to force the last globs of cum out, she begins to ease her death-grip on Eli. Her movements slow and for first time have some softness and sensuality to them. She feels so good to me, I bask in the afterglow. I'm ready for a short rest but she will hear none of that.

"I need my sorbet!" Bianca demands.

She starts her snake dance once more, knowing I can't resist her or the feel of her latex sliding across my flesh. Slowly, she works her way up the length of my body, untl her face reaches mine. She once again encircles Eli in her latex covered hand and begins stoking him as she leans forward and begins nuzzling my right ear.

"You won't be needing a good ear anymore. After you are converted to a vampire, you'll have sensory powers beyond your imagination." Bianca jabs her snake-like tongue forcefully up inside. Nothing slow and sensuous, just brute force. I feel an explosion of pain as it rips its way through my inner ear and into my skull. But just as I'm about to scream, she finds her mark, the pleasure center of my brain. As she strokes it, I feel greater pleasure than I had ever felt before. She alternates between stimulating this area, injecting venom, and gouging out pieces of my cognitive areas. Even as I felt my mind slipping, I felt my arousal and joy soaring. As my reasoning ability starts to fade I know there is nothing to worry about. I will have a new demonic brain when I am reborn.

After she had taken her fill, Bianca withdraws her tongue and licks her lips. She looks down to check her handiwork. My dick is again at full mast. Its length and breadth are bigger than they have ever been.

"Now for my main course," she said. "Blutwurst!"

She spins around into the classic 69 position. I find myself once more in my private latex and flesh world. Bianca's cunt is directly over my mouth, her rubber skinned thighs embrace my head and her cape covers all. I'm right where I want to be. I reach up to grab her latex encased ass and pull her sweet meat to my mouth. As I do this I feel her long tongue wrap itself around my cock like a soft, wet anaconda. I once begin to worship her divine flesh, savoring its heat and tenderness. Drinking down her ambrosia as I pay homage to her clit and lips. So sweet, so soft, so fine!

Its all I can do to pay attention to my tasks though, as she is going to town on my manhood. Her gloved hands and mouth are taking me to levels of pleasure everyone else can only imagine. Bianca is using all three like a maestro playing her favorite instrument. First, she massages my balls in one hand, jacking me with the other, while teasing the head with her lips, teeth and tongue. Then she deep throats me, creating a satin sleeve with the insides of her cheeks and tongue, reproducing the milking action of her cunt while playing with my balls with both hands. Next she takes my sac and balls in her mouth while caressing my shaft in her hands. She keeps alternating between these three basic maneuvers, with variations, but as usual, refuses to let me cum. Every time she senses me about to lose it she clamps down hard at the base of my penis preventing my eruptive.

She's driving me crazy and she knows it. But that is only part of why she does it. Bianca wants to build up the size of my wad and she wants to increase the level of endorphins in my blood fo when she feeds. They make the blood sweeter, and mix with her own to give her even more pleasure. When she is sure that I'm as full of jism and endorphins as possible, she strikes. Bianca takes me completely into her mouth and throat, and bites into the base taping it to the artery running up the bottom of the shaft. She injects a large dose of her venom, waits a few seconds for me to swoon then starts feeding.

I blow my load as soon as her poison hits my brain creating her favorite meal of all, blood and sperm seasoned heavily with endorphins. For me, once more I'm transported to the Sea of Nirvana. Rapture sets in and the soft, warm waves of delight pull me down into their depths once more. My pleasure is made even greater as, through my euphoria, I realize she too is orgasming.

We are locked in our opposing embrace. Bianca has slipped her hands under my butt to pull me even deeper into her mouth while have done likewise to her. Neither of us have any desire to end this bliss we both feel. As she continues to feed voraciously, I do likewise sinking deeper and deeper into my sea of lust and delight. But Bianca has no intention of killing me yet. Her desires are not even remotely satisfied. So despite my impassioned pleas, she pulls up and breaks off the session.

After finally letting me rest for a few moments, Bianca starts the whole process over again. She leans forward and kisses me. Her serpent tongue slips once again up against the rear of the roof of my mouth, through the flesh, and into my brain, feeding her and stimulating me. Then, as before, she mounts my face. When she senses I'm ready again, she slids down and mounts me as before . After screwing me senseless, she spins around into the 69 position and we both feed. Then she mounts my face and the cycle begins anew.

On and on it goes. I lose track of how many cycles we go through, but it seems like days. Throughout it all my fatigue grows and my heart beats faster and faster. But I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I'm completely caught up in the Rapture.

With her astride me for the umpteenth time, as I begin to cum and Bianca begins her milking motions in earnest, she leans forward and whispers in my ear: "This is it, your heart can't take anymore, you're mine. See you in Hell!"

Then her pelvic motions go into high gear. She's fucking the shit out of me. And her vaginal muscles are pulling and squeezing me in such a way that I can't stop cumming. My heart races faster and faster. Her hips and muscles kept increasing their pace. It is a race I can't win.

Now Bianca commits the coup de grace. Without breaking her rhythm, she reaches down under my arms and pulls up into her embrace. instinctively, I turn my head. I hear the hissing growl moments before I feel her fangs sink deep in my throat. Just before the venom reaches my brain, I realize this is it. This is the moment we both want. Then it hits and my final rapture begins. I begin sinking into my sea one last time. I feel her against my throat feeding on my blood. It is the most erotic, sensuous sensation I have ever felt. Down and down I go as the pleasure grows. I know I yanked back out of this euphoria again. I smile knowing the end is near.

I feel my heart stop. As my motions cease, so do hers. Bianca leans forward and whispers to me one last time just before I die: "Go now, lover. Rest in your new home. For I will put you to work soon." Then those magnificent, cruel red lips close on mine for a final kiss and everything goes black.

The End

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