The Vampire Whorehouse

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The Vampire Whorehouse

The Madam didn't typically take new clients without having known them for quite sometime. But the man who protected the house had assured her of the man's background as just a wealthy man who needed release. As one of her hostesses led the man into her work parlor on the second floor, Marla let him get a good look at her in her tiny thong and bra set before slipping into a full length, semi-sheer gown. She crossed to meet him, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor.

"Mister Thomas, I presume," she said with a wide, toothy smile. She offered a hand when she was close enough for him to smell her very exotic, very expensive perfume, saying, "Yuli told me to expect you this evening. I am Marla. This is my house."

He took her hand in a too tight grip and said firmly, "Not anymore."

Before she knew what was happening, Thomas had her right arm pinned high behind her back and, as he moved behind her, the elbow of the other one tightly in the grip of his free hand.

"Do as I say," he said in an even voice that showed no tone of anger or threat. He forced her forward toward the still open door adding, "And none of your girls will get hurt."

She showed both her anger and her fear as the big, powerful man easily led her down the wide staircase of the Victorian mansion. But for all her pleading and threatening and wriggling about, she found herself totally at the mercy of the big man.

Reaching the main floor, a second surprise awaited her. All of her girls -- 14 in all -- were assembled in the main parlor and being watched over by half a dozen armed men and women both. Another four men were hurrying the male clients out the door, with some of the men carrying their pants and shoes in their hands.

Thomas sat Marla down in a big chair that he'd assumed was her own, then glanced around the room for a long moment. Some of the women wore panicked and frightened expressions, as he would have expected. Others, though, showed a defiance that likely had helped them to survive this sometimes treacherous career in which they'd found themselves.

"Yuli Brennen is no longer the protector of this house," Thomas said.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a round object, and tossed it through the air toward Marla. She caught it, and after a moment of study one of the women near her whispered, "What is it, Marla."

She looked up to Thomas, understanding the significance of the oversized pinky ring, as well as the significance of the blood that was in the grooves between the multitude of flawless diamonds. She asked, already knowing the answer, "Who is the protector of my house now?"

Thomas didn't answer. He didn't even give Marla a smile of acknowledgment. He only looked over the young women assembled and asked, "Who here is under age?"

Some eyes diverted, but most gazes remained where they were, either upon Thomas, upon Marla, or upon the men and women with the scary guns in their hands.

Marla said with a firm tone, "I would never allow underage girls to--"

As she'd been speaking, Thomas had been casually withdrawing a semi-automatic pistol from his belt. He pulled the trigger, and a fraction of a moment after the bullet went through Marla's foot and wedged into the floor, she screamed out in pain and dropped to the floor, clutching at the bleeding appendage.

"You might not allow underage girls," Thomas said, his voice still the steady, unemotional tone he'd used since his first words to Marla. "But Yuli Brennen did, in houses all over town. Which means that there are likely underage girls here. So, remembering what I just did to you Madam, and knowing that you will not be harmed here for being honest, who here is underage?"

There was a bit of hesitation, with girls and women both glancing around the room. Eventually, one girl, then another, and ultimately four raised their hands meekly.

"Go upstairs, gather your things," Thomas said, gesturing to the three female members of his group of thugs to accompany the minors upstairs. "This is not the business for you."

He looked down to the two women helping Marla stop the bleeding and wrap her foot. One of the girls passing by him stopped and asked, "What business is there for us?"

"You're going back to school," he said simply, gesturing his people to move them along. Once the four girls were heading up the stairs, he looked to the other prostitutes and explained their options. "If you want to leave this business, go upstairs and pack your things. You will each be given three thousands dollars to begin down a new path, but ... if I find out that you have returned to the business, here in the City or any where else within my sphere..."

He lifted the gun up next to his shoulder as if to illustrate the fate of anyone who went against him. He nodded his head toward the stairs, saying, "Go, if you wish."

Three more women hesitantly rose and then hurried for the stairs. As with the first group of females, one of these stopped to make an inquiry. "What happens if we stay?"

"You continue providing a badly needed service," Thomas answered, his gaze still on the first aid being provided to the teary eyed Marla. "Only, to a different clientele, with different needs."

"But..." the woman asked, "We still make good money? Marla has always paid us well."

Thomas turned to look the woman in the eyes. "I pay better. I also ask for more."

"What if I want to leave later?" the woman asked.

Thomas showed his first emotion by smiling politely to the woman. "You many leave anytime you want. I'll even give you the three grand then."

A woman on the staircase behind her tugged as the inquisitive woman, trying to talk her into departing. But the woman descended the few steps she'd gone up and returned to a chair before Thomas.

Thomas looked to Marla again, finding her staring at him with venom filled eyes. He said to one of his men, "Get her up to her room. Find some pain killers, then call the Doc."

"Yes, Master," the man said, gesturing another man to help him lift Marla in their arms and easily carry her up the stairs.

After they were gone, Thomas looked about to the remaining eight whores and said, "We are closed for the night, obviously, and tomorrow night at well. Do as you please for now, but ... no one leaves the house."

"How are we supposed to work if--"

The woman who was speaking went suddenly silent at the harsh expression from Thomas. He gestured to another of his men, who brought him a briefcase. He opened it and dumped it upon a coffee table. Eyes widened at the sight of a dozen bundles of cash -- hundred dollar bills -- bouncing across the Formica top.

"Divide it appropriately," Thomas said. "We are closed for now."

 

[celestialdragon]

OOC:
Name: Martha Rose
Age: 21
Occupation: One of the whores
Appearance: She typically wears all black, usually a black tank top and black skirt. Short blonde hair, big blue eyes, 34DD, slender and athletic build, petite. Keeps herself neat and clean
http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w50/Missylove2/blonde.jpg
Personality: Usually fairly defiant to authority, but a good worker and submissive in nature. Will do most of what clients ask of her. Works with both men and women.


IC:
Martha eyed the money and the new protector warily, but she made her way to the table and got her share of the money. Slipping it into the pocket she had sewn, she made her way over to the man. Some of his, well, she wasn't sure what to call them, bodyguards looked at her with questioning eyes, but she ignored them. She wasn't going to change her ways just because there was a change in protector of the house. "Excuse me, Sir," she began, her voice placing heavy emphasis on "Sir", "But if you are the new protector, or owner, whichever, what should we call you? You haven't given us your name, and I don't know about the rest of us, but I like having a name to the face." Her big blue eyes shone with defiance and curiosity, and she ran a hand through her short blonde hair. "Or is there a title you wish to be called by? It's no matter which it is, but I think lots of us would rest easy knowing what to call you."

 

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Thomas stared deeply into the young woman's eyes as she squared off with him. By the time she'd reached the end of her inquiry, there was a slight smirk spreading his lips.

This one is going to do well here, he thought to himself, one way or the other.

One way or the other, of course, meant either as a vampire or as a vampire's menu. She had a strong spirit that would result in a very satisfying feeding. The defiant ones were always so satisfying.

On the other hand, they also made strong, smart, productive Children, too. Thomas had turned people of lesser strength in the past, only to find that they were more a drain than they were worth.

He let his gaze drop from those amazing blue eyes to her equally intoxicating figure, shown off so well in tight fitting, mostly black clothes. If he hadn't been recruiting and had simply been out feeding, Thomas would have picked her from the ground right now, carried her off to some available flat surface, impaled her down below with his now-growing cock, and then impaled her at the neck with the fangs that were also twitching anxiously.

"You may call me Thomas, for now," he answered her, his tone polite but not friendly. She would call him Master some day soon, but that was for after she came to understand what he and the others were. "And who might you be?"



Marla was writhing in her bed, held down by one of her girls as yet another -- aided by one of the strangers -- treated her still bleeding foot. "That fucking asshole!"

"Hold still, Marla," the woman at her feet begged. She grimaced as another spurt of blood sprayed out upon the bedspread. "Oh Jesus! I've never seen so much blood."

"You see that every month," the other whore laughed, trying to lighten the mood. They snipped at and teased for a minute or two as the one girl finally got a bandage to hold and, it seemed for now, prevent their Madam from possibly bleeding to death. "Did you ever imagine that you could bleed so much from your foot?"

That was when Marla looked to the man helping bandage her and saw the expression on his face. It wasn't shock or horror at the injury, as Marla was seeing on the hooker's face.

It was--

It was almost--

No, she thought, looking back up to the ceiling as another shot of pain shot through her leg. When she looked back at the man again, and he looked up to meet her gaze, Marla knew what his expression reminded her of: the look a young virginal man had on his face the first time one of her girls undressed for him and began stroking his ready-to-explode cock.

He wasn't in horror at all. He was excited, but in a sort of frightened way, as if--

As if he was afraid that what he wanted to do was wrong. Horribly wrong.

The question was, what was it that he wanted to do?

(OOC: I will have an image for Marla and Thomas today. I have them in an online account that I can only access from my phone, which I don't have with me currently.)

 

[celestialdragon]

"Martha. Martha Rose," Martha replied, looking at him square in the eyes, holding her chin up high. "One of the whores, obviously. Been here for three years now. Some of the girls are scared of you and your. . . bodyguards. The younger ones obviously, though some of the older ones are too. I can tell Marla is, and that woman ain't afraid of anything" She looked at him up and down, examining him. She liked the way he looked, she always liked the strong, tall men who were no nonsense."But I am not one of those girls. Just so you know. Thank you for telling us your name, Thomas." She gave a small smile of gratitude, and possibly something else. Arousal? Fear? She wasn't quite sure, but she did like to smile.

 

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(OOC: This isn't the best picture I have of David Gandy, the inspiration for my character, Thomas; but it will do for now. He's hot!)

Thomas listened to Martha's comments, then assured her, "You and the girls have nothing to fear from me or the Family ... so long as you continue to work hard, do as you are told, and -- if you have an issue -- come to me with it before it becomes something I can't address."

One of his thugs stepped up close to Thomas and whispered in his ear. Thomas responded softly, "Yes, I felt it."

He smiled to the prostitute as he took her hand, lifted it, and kissed it. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Martha. I hope to repeat this pleasure--"

His lips widened in a knowing smirk. "--or other pleasures soon, but right now I have one of those issues I mentioned with which to deal."

He released her hand and headed for and up the stairway, taking the steps two at a time with obvious ease.



"You're hurting me," Marla said with a touch of fear in her voice.

The man who had been helping bandage her foot had a tight grasp of her ankle in one hand as the other grasped a bit higher on her calf, ever so slowly rising up the inside of her long, athletic leg. There was a madness in his eyes that had scared the other first aid giver, causing her to back away to the wall.

The prostitute who had been holding the Madam down during the painful first aid had leaped to her feet, retrieved a bat from the closet, and was teetering back and forth with the weapon before her, moving ever so slowly toward the crazed man as she warned, "Let her go. Let her go!"

Suddenly, the bat was ripped from the whore's hands, and Thomas spoke a harsh word in what sounded like but wasn't an Eastern European language.

The man with his hands clamped upon Marla's legs flinched out of what had become a gaze of stupor and looked up quickly to Thomas. He stared for a moment, looked down at Marla -- or more specifically her blooded foot -- and ripped his hands back from her as he popped to his feet with an agility that was almost inhuman.

He dropped his gaze to the floor in a gesture of subordination and began speaking in an apologetic tone, again in words that the women present wouldn't have understood.

"English!" Thomas snapped.

The man hesitated, then said softly, "Please forgive me for my trespass, Mistress Marla."

There was a long moment of silence, with no one seeming to know what to say. Eventually, the lady of the house said firmly, "Marla. Just ... Marla."

"Out!" Thomas said. Without hesitation, the man was gone. Thomas moved to the bed, sitting gently and slowly near the madam's feet. Reaching out, then hesitating to ensure she would allow it, he pulled the now-loose bandage from her foot, tightened it, then taped it firmly in place himself as he spoke.

"Please forgive me as well, Marla. I did not mean to harm you. I ... needed to make a firm statement--"

"Fuck you," Marla said softly, firmly but without any real anger. After a moment of no response from Thomas, she continued, "Yuli could be a violent bastard at times, but he never shot me or one of my girls."

"And that will never happen again, I assure you," Thomas said, rising from the bed and giving her the slightest of apologetic bows. He headed for the door, finishing, "I will leave you to your ... nurses."

"She needs a hospital!" one of the whores practically spat out.

Thomas hesitated, looking at each of the sexual service providers for a moment before saying, "No ... she won't."

 

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Martha looked at the man's retreating back, before sighing deeply and making her way to her room. She had a first floor room in the mansion, which she liked. Marla made certain allowances for her, due to her defiant nature, but also one of the most highly sought after whores in the place. She unlocked her room and made her way into it. It was sparse, save for the massive bed in the middle. There was a small dresser, a desk, a bookshelf, and a nightstand as well. It was neat, and tidy.

Sitting down at the desk, she began to remove the subtle make up she had worn for work that night, and dressed down for bed. Since she wasn't working, she figured she'd get some well deserved sleep. The past week had been exhausting for the young prostitute.

As she crawled into the bed, and set her alarm for early the next morning, she wondered why Yuli had been cast out, and Thomas was his replacement. Perhaps it was for some sort of debt. She knew Yuli had monstrous loads of debt. She didn't like him, much. Too violent for her tastes, and he came off as a brute, and acted like he was the boss of her. She hoped things would be different with Thomas. Smiling a little, she turned off the lights and nestled down for the night.

 

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Less than an hour later, two SUVs pulled up to the curb outside the mansion. The four minors, each with two or three hastily filled bags over their shoulders or in their hands, were hurried into the vehicles. As they settle in, Thomas stepped up to the side door and spoke in a quiet but firm voice.

"You will be taken to the Hartford School for Girls. There, you will finish your high school education and prepare for college. You will do as you are told by the Head Mistress there, and if you stay out of trouble, you will receive a modest allowance upon which to live, and when you graduate, you will receive a scholarship to the two year program of your choice."

Thomas began to pull back to close the door when one of the former prostitutes asked, "Mister. Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this for us? No one cares about us? We're throwaways."

Thomas contemplated his answer for a moment, then said, "Everyone deserves a second chance. Also ... I am betting that if you are given this second chance, you will forget this place. It's better for all concerned if you simply forget this place."

He stepped back and slammed the door shut without another word. But as the first SUV pulled away, Thomas was sure that he heard one of the young woman holler Thank you Mister.

He turned in time to see one of the two legal-age women who had chosen to leave coming out, also carrying bags. She asked as she passed, "Where's Olga? I thought she was coming, too."

"She changed her mind," Thomas lied convincingly. He handed the woman a manila envelope thick with fifty dollar bills, saying, "Don't ever come back here. Find another job. You are no longer a prostitute. Understood?"

The woman nodded. She boarded the SUV, which sped off into the night. Thomas looked to one of the men standing at the curb and asked, "Where is Olga?"

"Third floor," the man said, "across the hall from the Mistress."

As Thomas headed back inside, he smiled a bit at the man's premature use of the word Mistress and murmured, "Call her Marla ... for now."



Upstairs, Thomas looked in on the Madam to find her sound asleep. One of the whores from earlier in the evening was sleeping next to her, while the second was curled up in a chair near the window. As he closed the door, he looked hard into the eyes of the man who had nearly given away the Family's nature. The man dropped his gaze to his feet, mumbling, "I'm so sorry, Master. It was a moment of weakness. It won't happen again."

Thomas didn't speak, but patted the man reassuringly on the shoulder before crossing the hall to what would become his own room. Inside, Olga stood near the window with an anxious look.

"I thought you were letting me go," she said, her voice full of fear. "You said we could go. That you would give us money to start a new life."

"And a new life you will start, Olga," Thomas said, closing the door behind him...



Martha awoke with a start, sitting up quickly and finding one of Thomas's female thugs standing over her bed in nothing but a tight fitting bra and panty set.

"Do not be alarmed," the woman said lifting the blankets from the side of Martha's bed. "I am cold, and I was hoping you would keep me warm."

 

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Thomas unbuttoned his jacket and began taking it off as he asked, "Olga, I was wondering whether you would be a dear and serve just one more man before you went on to your new life."

He didn't wait for her to agree, instead beginning to slowly undress, one button at a time as he eyed the beauty...

 

[celestialdragon]

Olga

Olga looked at the man in her room, but she didn't dare refuse a client. Marla would be furious if she did. Besides, he was handsome, and if Martha could talk to him, she could.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind, uh, Thomas, wasn't it?" she said. "Here, let me do that for you," she added, coming over from the window to finish undressing him, wearing only a thin pink nightgown.

 

[WriterWriter]

Olga was a beautiful woman. They all were, of course. Marla had stocked her House with only the best looking women. Some were runway model stunning, while others were school girl cute. The body types varied even further, with full figured, voluptuous women and little stick girls. Every house needed this variation, of course, to ensure that when a client walked through that door, he could find something that interested him, no matter what his interest was.

And just as he knew that Marla had only hired the best looking, Thomas knew that she had only hired the best performers, too. The House had been in business for decades under a variety of madams, but it had only been in the past few years -- under the direction of its youngest madam to date -- that the house had become the most popular destination of horny men with money.

Thomas watched Olga undress him with delight. He'd always enjoyed being undressed by his soon-to-be lover. It was an element of lover making that dated back to when he was a Noble Lord -- still mortal -- and had a bevy of beautiful, female servants to do his bidding, in and out of bed.

He stepped out of his shoes after she untied them and let her pull his pants from his hips. His fully hardened cock leaped from the open fly of his boxers, almost slapping her in the face...

 

[celestialdragon]

His cock almost slapped her in the face, but Olga took a firm grasp on it and kissed the head before getting down to business of sucking him. She groaned at the clean taste of him, and immediately wanted more.

 

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Thomas drew a deep breath at the feel of his cock slipping into Olga's warm, wet mouth. One of the first realizations he'd had upon being turned was that he didn't feel pain as acutely as he had when he was mortal. It had raised a great concern within him that he might not also feel pleasure -- specifically sexual pleasure -- as he had before becoming immortal.

It was a great relief, then, to learn that not only did he still feel pleasure, but it was even more intense than before. And the pleasure Olga was giving him, with her head moving to and fro before his groin, quickly taking most of his length in and out of her wet warmth, was incredible.

Of course, to get what he'd truly come here for -- the life force contained within Olga's blood -- Thomas had to drive the prostitute's body to great heights of pleasure, not the other way around.

He should have stopped her now, thanked her for what she was doing to him, and lifted her to the bed to begin making love to her. But Thomas was struck by just how good the woman was at sucking cock. And, he was in no hurry anyway, so...



Two floors below Thomas and Olga, the nearly naked female vampire slipped under the covers of Martha's bed, her hypnotic eyes set firmly upon her bed mates.

"Thank you," she said politely as she laid the blankets out neatly over the pair of them. She was supporting her upper body upon her elbow, looking down into Martha's face as she asked, "Do you mind...?"

Crystal moved closer to the prostitute, her chilled body gently touching the very warm body of Marla's favorite girl. She smiled broadly, even giggling just a bit as she said, "Sorry, I must feel like an ice cube to you."

 

[celestialdragon]

Olga continued sucking hard on Thomas's cock, moaning. She planned on making him feel welcome here in the House, and sucking cock was what Olga was best at. She grasped onto his hips and began to deepthroat him, moaning.

 

[WriterWriter]

Once Olga took Thomas's full length into her throat, he knew it was over. He reached down to take her head into his hands, helping her to finish him off. The pleasure grew rapidly, and as his head fell back and a deep groan escaped his throat, his cock leaped inside Olga' mouth, spewing forth his thick, hot seed.

She gagged a bit -- his fault, not hers, as he held her head too close to his groin -- and he released his grip on her. He reached a hand to the bureau at his side to steady himself as the pulsations continued for a longer period than usual.

Thomas's head was spinning in euphoria, his heart beating fiercely. He looked down to the prostitute with a broad, pleased smile, saying, "Thank you, my dear. You are truly worth every penny you ever earned."

He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet, turning her gently away from him as he said, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to fuck you in which ever way is the most likeliest to get you off."

Thomas was no idiot. He knew that many if not most whores wouldn't allow themselves to truly feel pleasure while working. It was a sort of defense, an attempt to isolate the pleasure they were giving to their Johns from the pleasure they would someday receive from the people they truly loved.

But if he was going to get the most out of Olga's life force, she had to be in the throes of ecstasy when he bit her. Oh, sure, if he simply took her now while she was nearing the bed, her blood would sustain him for days, possibly weeks. But if he had her at the moment of orgasm, she could make it do he didn't need to feed again for as much as six months.

"This is the last time you will fuck for money," he reminded her. He half turned her, flashed the thick envelope of cash at her, and said, "You can walk out right now with this and not have sex with me. I will not be disappointed or offended. You are a free woman now, Olga."

He turned her to face him entirely, caressing his hands over her through the thin fabric. He said with a suggestive tone, "But ... if you wanted to have one last night of fiery passion ... with me pleasuring you ... with me following your every direction ... with you ending this night screaming in ecstasy..."

He backed a step away from her, gesturing toward the door. "You may leave ... or ... let me sent your mind and body into the heavens."

 

[celestialdragon]

Olga shivered as he caressed her in the thin nightgown. Walk out with a fat ton of cash. .. . or go out her last night as a whore being in actual pleasure? She had faked orgasms for as long as she and Martha had been here. She knew Martha didn't, but she did. She was older than her, wiser, and didn't want to let herself get attached.

"Well, if that's the offer," she purred, looking up at him and placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. "I've always enjoyed doggy style. It gets me every time. . . Thomas. Do you want me to strip for you, or do you want to strip me? I highly doubt this gown is going to stay on while you fuck me."

 

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Thomas smiled more broadly than anyone at the House had seen him do so this far. As Patriarch of the Family, his mind was constantly awhirl with thoughts about surviving and thriving. It was good to occasionally think of nothing but his own pleasure.

He caressed his hands over Olga's body as he slipped her nightgown off one shoulder, then the other, letting it drop to the floor. She was a beautiful woman, and Thomas could see her modeling underwear or simply bringing joy to some stuffy business executive as his trophy wife. But for reasons about which he couldn't know and -- to be honest -- didn't care, she'd ended up here in a whore house, servicing the desires and needs of men she didn't or barely knew.

Which, of course, was good for Thomas. As he moved her onto the bed, putting her in position and moving up close behind her, he thought of the hundreds and possibly thousands of men she'd gotten off over the years and about how that experience would serve him tonight.

Of course, tonight wasn't about his pleasure. It was about hers. To get what he wanted, Thomas needed to give Olga what she wanted. He reached a hand between her thighs and found the wet folds of her labia and began massaging them.

"Tell me what you enjoy, Olga," he purred. "I want to make you scream. Real screams of pleasure. You don't need to fake for me. You are not here to service me. Tonight ... I service you."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Tonight, I service you."

Those words ran a chill through Olga, even as she moaned loudly while gently massaged her wet labia. She didn't realize how good this felt. It felt so good, and she squirmed.

"I like being spanked, having my nipples played with, and my hair pulled," she told him, squirming underneath him as he continued to make her wetter, if that was possible. "Ohh. . . yes, please, fuck me, please. . . . "

She could almost see him smiling as she begged for it, and soon, his fingers were replaced by his cock, and she let out a loud moan of pleasure- actual pleasure!- as he slowly entered her sex. "Ohh, yes," she moaned, bucking against him.

He started out slow, then continued to increase his pace, and once he was going pretty fast, she felt her head get pulled back as he twirled his fingers into her hair and pulled, and not long after that, a stinging blow came down on her ass that made her gasp loudly and buck her hips into his. God it felt good. . .

Several minutes passed of glorious fucking, and soon, Olga was approaching her first true orgasm in three years.

"OH GOD, YES, THOMAS!" She cried out in pleasure, her body getting close to climax as she squirmed and writhed underneath of him. "Oh, more, please, more, please, I'm getting so close, please!!"

 

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"I like being spanked," Olga instructed Thomas, continuing, "having my nipples played with, and my hair pulled."

Again, Thomas smiled. He didn't know many women who truly liked their sex rough. Of course, his and Olga's definitions of rough likely varied. He doubted that hers including a set of fangs sinking deep into her jugular vein.

"Ohh. . . yes," she moaned as his manipulations at her pussy both sped up and became more physical. "Please, fuck me, please. . . . "

Thomas did as he was instructed, grasping her hips tightly in powerful hands, aiming, and ramming his full length into her wet hole in one pain-inducing thrust.

The woman screamed in pain but was soon bucking below him. Her body language told Thomas she wanted more, and wanted rougher. As he increased his speed, power, and depth -- causing her ass cheeks to roll to and fro with each pounding, like ripples on a disturbed pond -- she moaned, "Ohh, yes."

Some men wouldn't have known whether the whore was faking or not, but Thomas knew Olga's exclamations were real. His survival depended upon knowing whether his lover -- his donor -- was enjoying herself or just trying to make her lover believe she was. Thomas reached a hand to the small of her back, laying it flat upon her spine. He could sense the electric energy surging through her, and he knew that she was close to orgasm.

Closer than he was.

Thomas didn't need to cum while feeding to get the most of his donor's life force. But, immortal or not, he was still a man. And once he began feeding on her, Thomas's own climax would become a disappointing loss. It seemed such a shame to get so close and not finish with the woman who was so enjoying herself.

He considered the instructions Olga had given him at the outset. He caressed the hand on her back up her spine, entwined his fingers in her long hair, and jerked her head back simultaneously with ramming his cock hard into her again.

Olga gasped, then again when he repeated the powerful thrust. He raised the other hand above her and dropped it quickly. The slap to her ass echoed off the bedroom walls, as did her cry. She matched his thrusts eagerly, and sensing that the pain was pushing her quickly toward orgasm, he continued to tug, thrust slap ... tug, thrust, slap ... tug, thrust slap until she screamed out.

"OH GOD, YES, THOMAS! Oh, more, please, more, please, I'm getting so close, please!!"

She was more than close, she was there. It was inhuman of Thomas to be able to feel Olga's climax nearing just as easily as she could. But it was part of the reason his people had survived so long, too. The endorphins and adrenaline that surged through a climaxing Donor's body made it possible for a vampire to feed less frequently, which in turn meant less attention from the authorities.

Fewer missing bodies meant a better day's sleep for someone like Thomas. It was why, for the past century and a half, The Family had targeted whore houses when ever they moved to a new area. They were full of men and women whose sole purpose for being there was sex; and, if someone was killed in the process, the cops didn't often come looking here because those in charge didn't often go running to the authorities for help.

But such thoughts could wait: Olga was cumming. Thomas could feel the explosion of chemicals in her body, as well as the effect on her body itself. He grasped her hips tightly and continued to pound her hard, pushing himself to his own orgasm.

With one last shove and a loud, almost animalistic growl, he sunk deep into her and reveled at the feel of his cock leaping inside of her. He pulsed and pulsed for what seemed forever, and he would have just remained in that position until he finished if it wasn't for the fact that Olga would soon be coming down off her cloud, ruining Thomas's dinner.

He reached to the prostitute's head again, grasped a handful of long hair, and pulled her all the way up to him until her back was arching about as far as it possibly could and her skull was hard against one side of his chest. He mumbled a prayer of sorts in the tongue of his people, opened his mouth wide to reveal the quickly extending fangs, then sunk them deep into Olga's neck.

Instantly, Thomas came yet again, but in a way only a vampire could. His entire being exploded with a sensation mortal man could give his life to feel just one time. Without having to think about what he was doing, Thomas's arms wrapped tightly around Olga, holding her tightly to him as he let the two of them fall forward to the mattress. They bounced a bit, without disturbing his mouth's suction like hold on her neck.

And laying atop her, Thomas slowly sucked the life force from the prostitute, knowing that the more blood he took from her the more likely it was that she would die...

 

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Olga felt something sharp pierce her neck, as she came hard, but it heightened her excitement and continued to moan. She felt dizzy, and can remember her falling down onto the mattress, but not much after that. . .

She just could remember that amazing orgasm, and as her orgasm regretfully came to an end, she passed out on the bed, breathing heavily and completely out.

 

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Thomas's second climax, the one that wasn't an orgasm but at the same time was so much more, persisted for several minutes. And all the while, Olga's thick blood was pumping from her neck into his mouth, descending to his stomach in large, unhurried gulps.

As well as being able to sense when Olga was about to orgasm, the centuries old vampire could also sense just how much blood he could take from her without killing her. He'd come into the room tonight intending on bringing the whore's troubled life to an end. He needed his full strength for a task he was to undertake later.

But over the course of fucking this woman, Thomas had come to the conclusion that he wished to do this again, and often. And not just for his own pleasure, but as a way to compensate Olga for her years of servitude to her fellow man. It seemed a bit unfair for her to have suffered the degradation that so man men had brought to her, only to then die alone and disappear in the night to be buried in an anonymous hole in the woods.

Despite being only semi-aware in his ecstatic state, Thomas's brain knew when to turn off the tap. His fangs withdrew from Olga's neck, and -- because of the nature of a Vampire's bite -- the holes in her flesh closed instantly. He swallowed the last gulp, then used his tongue and lips to lap up as much of the blood as he could.

Rising from her limp body, Thomas -- his head still spinning euphorically -- teetered his way to her bathroom and took a cold shower, which made the warm blood in his belly process faster. By the time he was drying off, his stomach was nearly empty and the life force that had come from Olga's sweet fluid had the vampire fired up.

He slipped into his clothes again, covered Olga with the Afghan he'd found on a nearby chair, and made his way across the hall to Marla's room. Opening the door, he found Marla sound asleep -- exhausted and a bit short of blood -- but both of the whores there awake, alert, and wary.

"What the hell was that?" one asked, nodding her head towards Olga's closed door. "What were you doing in there?"

Thomas moved to the madam's bed and reached out to pull a lock of hair from her eyes as he said softly, "You're whores. You've never heard two people fucking before?"

"Did you hurt her?" the other prostitute asked, her voice filled with fear. "Is she dead?"

Thomas laughed. "Of course not. She's sleeping."

"Can I check on her?"

"No."

The whore stood up to cross the hall, despite Thomas's denial. As if he'd been expecting the help, one of his armed men casually stepped into view, standing before Olga's door.

"Go to your rooms, please, ladies," Thomas said, his tone still soft. When neither made any movement toward the door, he looked between them and said, "Or ... I can have people take you to your rooms."

The pair moved hesitantly to and through the door, then down the stairs to their own rooms on the second and first floor. Thomas closed the door after telling the man outside, "No one comes in here."

He sat next to Marla for a long moment, simply admiring her beauty. He pulled the covers slowly from her body, exposing her from head to toe. She was incredible, and he yearned to wake her, part her legs, and take her here and now. But there were more important things to do.

He reached into his jacket's breast pocket, removed what appeared to be a fountain pen, and removed the top. Where the pen tip should have been there was a short, needle sharp awl-looking tip. He reached his arm out over the sleeping woman's face, punctured his wrist, and pressed it to her mouth. As blood spread over her already red painted lips, he reached his free hand to her nose and gently pinched the nostrils shut.

It only took a moment for her to instinctive open her mouth for air, and when she did, Thomas's blood spilled into her throat. She gagged a bit, spitting some of the cooler and thus thicker than normal fluid all about his arm and her face. But then, without ever waking up, her throat began moving as she swallowed Olga's second hand life force.

Thomas left his wrist pressed to Marla's mouth for several minutes, before finally pulling it away and using a nearby towel to clean up the mess. He wrapped his wrist to wait for it to heal -- no magically closing wound this time -- and left the room, without the madam ever knowing what he'd just done to her.

(OOC: Thomas is done posting for the evening, and Olga won't even wake up until noon. So, we can write Crystal and Martha if we want.)

 

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Martha

Martha stirred as one of Thomas's female bodyguards slipped into bed with her, and smiled at the woman's request.

"Mm, no, of course not. Please, climb in," Martha said. She couldn't help but admire the other woman's beauty and figure. Martha would've loved to be gifted with the hypnotic eyes that the other woman was graced with. She was ice cold, and she giggled with the other woman. "Yes, you are rather cold, but don't worry. This is one of the warmest rooms in the house. One reason I enjoy it so much." She turned over on her side, smiling at the other woman. She couldn't help but feel arousal as she feasted her eyes upon her new bedmate. She was fucking gorgeous, and she absently wondered whether or not the other woman was in the mood for some play.

 

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"My name is Crystal," the green eyed woman said, smiling seductively as her eyes wandered all about Martha's youthful face. After Martha reciprocated with her own name, Crystal said, "Nice to meet you."

She laughed, short and sharp, then said, "I guess it's good that we know one another's name ... you know, since we're in bed with one another."

Crystal's face flooded red and filled with a sudden expression of regret. More likely than not, the young woman before her seldom knew the names of the people who came to her bed. Crystal hadn't been making a poke at Martha's career, of course, but she was so afraid that the woman would think she had been.

She wanted desperately to apologize but didn't know how to do so without simply furthering the conversation about how Martha parted her legs and lips for money. Unsure of what to say or do, Crystal leaned in quickly and kissed the prostitute on the lips. When she pulled back, she again flushed bright red, laughed nervously, and said, "Sorry. I ... I couldn't help myself. You're ... you're just so cute."

 

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Martha blushed as well, but she laughed with Crystal. "Thanks, hon," she said. She understood why Crystal did what she did, and she didn't mind one bit. It wasn't a jab at her career, and she thought it was cute, and pretty damn sexy.

She leaned over and kissed Crystal back. It was a sweet kiss, loving and passionate in nature. It had been a while since she serviced a woman, they didn't come often to the house, and she looked forward to possible sex with the beauty in bed next to her.

 

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Crystal welcomed the second kiss with eager lips that parted slightly. She followed it up with a third, even more passionate kiss...

And before she knew it, she had scooted close to Martha, slung her knee over and in between the younger woman's thighs, and was kissing her passionately as her thigh pressed hard into the woman's groin.

The other members of the Family were well aware of Crystal's preferences and, being family, they accepted and approved of it. There wasn't a conservative bone to be found amongst the vampires, as Crystal was quickly showing the sexy blonde.

She pulled her mouth back just enough to whisper, "May I make love to you?"

 

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"May I make love to you?"

Those were possibly the sweetest words that Martha had ever heard utter in her time here at the house, and she knew what her answer would be.

"Yes, please," she whispered softly, looking up at the beautiful red head asking her. Her eyes were bright with lust, passion, and desire, and she couldn't wait to see what the other woman had in store.