The Keeper Of Darkness (a gothic tale of love, desire, desperation, and music)

TKoD Ch. 27 (cont'd.)


Now she had gotten them to the point of complete and utter submission, between her bondage pain sessions and the pleasure of feeding time.
They had finally accepted their fate as submissive vampires.

It was time to start training them to fight.

Of course, they were more like cannon fodder than anything else, just extra bodies to help make up the required seven.

Kris doubted that either of these girls had what it took to be an effective fighter, but if they were going to be destroyed in the battle, she would be happy to sacrifice them for the sake of gaining two much more worthwhile slaves.

Little Vicky and Erica together, oh my demons, the many possibilities!
Kris felt her fangs extending involuntarily at the thought of it, as if she could already smell them and taste their blood.

Between what she was doing to Janet and Diana, and what she was thinking about doing to Vicky and Erica once she had them under her thumb, she was starting to get just a bit moist between her legs now, oozing her arousal into her black silk thong panties under her tight skinny jeans.

She walked over to where Diana was hanging, and quickly thrust one hand down into the suspended girl’s undies while pressing her other hard onto the poor girl’s swollen bladder.

The sudden pressure of Kris’ ice cold hands in both places at once had Diana gasping behind her ball gag.
She squirmed as much as her bonds would allow her to as a brief spurt of pee escaped her and ran straight into the tube which was connecting her bladder to Janet’s mouth funnel.

As Kris saw the first flow of clear liquid passing through the tube, she grinned evilly.

The real test of the system was how it would work the other way though, from the bottom up.

Seeing as how both toys were just about as full as they could be, Kris decided there was no point in delaying the inevitable; this was only a test run in any event.

She decided to hasten things along by spanking Diana’s upturned bottom with a wooden paddle.
The paddling was punishment for her losing control and wetting her panties without permission in front of Cestus at Le Petit Bal.

The burning pain of that spanking had her losing control again after just a few hard swats on her rear, and the clear urine started to flow constantly as her full bladder began rapidly voiding its contents uncontrollably while she twitched and squirmed in her bonds, moaning from behind her ball gag.

Janet’s eyes widened in horror; she could see Diana’s hot pee running through the tube towards her mouth and knew there was no way to prevent that from happening.

At least it was almost entirely fresh water that had just been pumped into her, not liquid which had been processed through the suspended girl’s kidneys…

'It doesn’t taste bad at all, thank goodness,' Janet thought. 'She sure is peeing an awful lot though ...'

Kris laid the paddle down; she couldn’t spank Janet to get her to pee since she was lying face up below Diana, and since Janet had only wet at Le Petit Bal in reaction to Kris tugging on her bondage rope, she was being punished a bit less severely.

Kris had decided on tickle torture for Janet, and even as she was being forced to swallow the liquid flowing down the tube from Diana’s bladder, the sadistic red headed vampire had begun to tickle first her bare feet, then her belly, and finally her armpits.

Unable to wriggle or laugh, poor Janet started to relieve her tension in the only way she could, by peeing.

Now that Kris had unblocked the tube, the pressure that had built up in Janet's bladder was so severe that the urine flowed out of her quite forcefully, making its way up the narrow tube which passed through Diana’s ball gag and directly into the mouth of the girl in suspension above her.

“It works!”
The evil little vampire clapped her hands together and practically squealed with delight.

Now Kris couldn’t resist a few extra swats on Diana’s already reddened bottom as each girl continued to empty the contents of her full bladder into the mouth of the other.
The best part was that if she kept them like this long enough, all of the liquid they had just been forced to swallow would be processed through their bodies, and then they would be ready to pee again.

At the thought of a near perfect circle of intake and output between the two helpless girls, Kris was on the brink of orgasm.

She decided to leave the girls as they were, anticipating a second round of exchange between the two of them.

It would be a while before they were ready to pee again, and she needed a few moments to herself right now.


<to be continued>

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The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 28 - Supernatural

https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2%2Fsuper-natural-thing

The cancer was growing within her, spreading through her body like wildfire raging through a dry woodland forest.
The doctors had given her only a couple of months to live.

“Sorry, but there is nothing we can do.”

‘Incurable’, ‘too advanced for treatment’, ‘little to no hope of remission’…

By now, she had heard all the different versions of the same thing time after time.
No matter how many specialists she had consulted, the end result was still the same: a death sentence.

How unfair was it, after all the time she'd lost in that institution, to be finally free and then to have her present happiness snatched away from her in this manner?

It wasn’t even her incessant smoking catching up to her, she thought.
Liver cancer; then it had spread … oh, the irony of it.

Now she had to tell Peter and Vicky.


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Petra pulled her dark blue BMW Z3 into the driveway at the Kushkin family estate.

She could see Peter and Vicky were already there, her twin brother’s black M5 parked next to her little sister’s silver M3.

There was a third car in the driveway also though, an unfamiliar one.
It was a brand new Alpine White Z3, with its more powerful all-aluminum straight six motor producing almost 190 horsepower.
Hers was the older 1.9 litre four cylinder version.

‘Nice car,’ she thought to herself as she pulled in alongside it. ‘Hmm, I wonder who it belongs to?’

She got out of her car, then dropped and stepped on the cigarette which had burned down almost to the filter before pulling out a pack of Gitanes from the inside pocket of her fitted leather jacket.

She tapped the end of the pack against the fender of her car, then removed another cigarette from the pack and placed it between her pretty lips, lit it with her Bic lighter, and inhaled deeply.

‘What difference could it possibly make now?’ she thought, smiling bitterly.
‘I might as well enjoy whatever time I’ve got left.’

Steeling herself for a major emotional maelstrom, she slowly walked up the steps to the house and pushed open the door.

As Petra moved past the foyer and into the large living room she saw her two siblings, but she was surprised to see that there were three other people there as well.

Vicky ran to greet her, embracing her warmly before she spoke.

“You remember Hannah and Erica, I’m sure, and this is their sister, Kat.”

Petra said, “Not that I'm not pleased to see you girls again, or to meet you, Kat ... but I thought this was going to be a family meeting.”

“We are family; we have been ever since Erica turned Vicky, remember?” Hannah replied.

Erica added, “When she told us what was happening with you, we had to come over here immediately.”

“Ahh, so you've heard then?" Petra said, a wan look on her face.
"I appreciate your concern, but there’s really nothing to be done, or so they tell me. I’m to pray for a miracle, I suppose.”

Erica smiled at her remark, glancing over at Hannah before speaking in a low voice.

“Miracles can happen, you know. And they come in many different forms…. Sometimes, even a curse can turn out to be a kind of miracle.”

Vicky nodded, and as if in response to her cue, Kat suddenly seized Peter from behind, while Erica firmly grasped his twin sister, immobilizing her.
As she laid Petra down tenderly onto her back, lowering her head into Vicky's lap, she spoke to her now, her voice soft and hypnotic.

“You know that you desire this more than anything; give in now, and become one of us," Erica said.
"It is your destiny to become our sister; you know this in your heart and always have, ever since we first met.”

As soon as Erica finished speaking, Petra felt herself relax, realizing the truth of it.

Hannah began to feed her the blood and shadow essence cocktail mixture from a large glass she held up to her soft lips.
Petra drank deeply of the liquid in the glass, feeling as if her entire body was being consumed by fire as it began changing her, her damaged cells rapidly regenerating, chasing the cancer from her as she became something new and different, something no longer quite of this world ...

Peter cried “NO!” as Kat took hold of him, but he was powerless to resist.
The small vampire holding him was far too strong, and there was no way for him to escape her grip no matter how hard he struggled.

Kat bared her fangs and sank them deep into Peter’s neck.
The sensation was almost sexual to him, the initial pain mingled with a sweet pleasure that was totally irresistible.

In just an instant he was captivated, and he gave himself over to the feeling completely, falling under Kat’s spell as she continued to feed, draining the blood from him.

When she finally stopped, he was weak, but blissful.
To die like this wouldn’t be a bad way to go, he thought.

Then Kat sliced at her wrist, and held the cut to his mouth.

Unable to help himself, he began to suck at it, taking her blood into his mouth and swallowing it, gulping it down eagerly before Kat eventually pulled her wrist away, saying, “That’s quite enough, my boy.”

It had felt wonderful to her to mingle her essence with his, and now they were joined forever.


Meanwhile, Vicky cradled Petra’s head in her lap, stroking her soft, sweet-smelling hair and gazing into her older sister’s dark brown eyes as Erica held her close and Hannah continued to feed her the liquid cocktail that would not ever let her die.

“You both never gave up on me, and saved me more than once," Victoria smiled.
"Now it’s my turn to repay you … we discussed this, and we refuse to let either of you die so needlessly, so senselessly.”

“This is our gift to the both of you … good health and eternal life. Please forgive us; we do this out of our love for you.”
As Vicky said this, Hannah smiled sadly.

She of all people knew their ‘gift’ was at best a mixed blessing, but for Petra at least, it was her only hope, and it seemed unfair to condemn Peter to grow old alone, without either of his sisters.

In time, the twins would accept what had happened to them, just as they all had had to.

In time …

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TKoD Ch.28 (cont'd.)
NYC, present day


Hannah opened the envelope containing the challenge with a single swipe of a razor sharp fingernail and spilled its contents out onto the living room coffee table as River and I sat on either side of her.

What was inside was a rather old fashioned calling card with an address in Porte de Vanves, and a playing card: the 7 of Spades.

OMHG, Judith and Kris were challenging us after all this time?

'They must have finally found enough allies to take us on', i thought to myself, 'and they must be pretty strong ones.'

I wondered who the other five were that they had gotten to join them.
Well, it didn’t make too much difference anyhow.
We now had to come up with seven fighters to match that number. although there were only three of us there at the moment.

Luckily, as the challenged clan, we could at least specify the time, the place, and the weapons.

If I knew Hannah, she’d want this over and done with as soon as possible, and she’d choose blades.
That would suit me just fine, and i knew Kat would be happy as well, but i wasn’t sure how well the rest of the clan would cope.

I was definitely sure of this though: it was going to be a nasty battle, and before it was over, there was a good chance that some heads would roll.


<to be continued>

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