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WARNING:
This chapter contains explicit, 'adult', and just downright weird content.
Enter of your own free will ...
The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 9 - 'Fourtette' (pt. 1)
Porte de Vanves, 1982
When Petra regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was an overwhelming sensation of cold.
She was freezing.
She quickly realized at least part of the reason; she was only wearing her black lace bra and matching knickers and the thin gold chain around her neck, nothing else.
The next thing she felt was that her bladder was incredibly full.
She knew she was quite desperate and had to have a wee very soon or …
Petra squirmed a bit in the chair she was sitting on, but she found that she really couldn’t do too much in the way of moving because she was bound to it tightly and intricately with rope; her legs were spread apart, her hands were tied behind her, and her long brown hair was pulled up and attached in such a way that she could barely move her head in any direction.
The rope was even threaded up between her thighs with a few knots very strategically placed as it passed underneath her bottom. Those knots were pushing up against her privates, creating a stimulating pressure there that made itself known with even the slightest movement she made.
It was a very strange and unusual combination of pleasure and pain Petra was feeling now, and despite her peculiar plight, she found that she was actually enjoying the sensation.
She had always loved the feeling of desperation, but now there was something new added to the mix.
She couldn’t help squirming because she had to pee so badly, and she had no way of squeezing her thighs together, but every time she moved even a little bit, the rope between her thighs pulled tighter, which excited and aroused her more and made her even more conscious of her helpless and desperate state.
She couldn’t have stopped squirming even if she had wanted to, thanks to her overly full bladder.
She didn’t want to stop though, because of how the way in which she was bound was making her feel …
so she continued to squirm, which got her more excited, which made her squirm even more …
and the heady mix of humiliation, pleasure, and pain she was feeling now was almost too much for her to bear.
It was as if it had all been tailored specifically to her psyche, fine-tuned to that very specific frequency that was the realisation of her innermost dark secrets, the final revelation and admission to herself of all of the shameful things that really turned her on.
How could anyone else have known, or guessed?
She heard a soft laugh coming from the darkness in front of her.
Oh, god, that bloody American girl; Petra was really starting to hate her with a vengeance.
“Did you really have to do all of that?” Vicky asked. “She wasn’t threatening you at all.”
“Did I have to? Of course not,” the young American girl said, obviously amused.
“I just felt like having some fun with her. I said I wouldn’t hurt her, and I haven’t.”
She laughed coldly. “In fact, it looks more like your big sister is enjoying the situation.”
“So, who’s the bitch now, bitch?”
The American spoke icily as Petra squirmed and wriggled in obvious hot distress in front of her.
“You said you wanted to talk to your little sister. Well, here’s your chance.”
She laughed yet again; her laugh was quite evil sounding, really.
It took a huge effort, but Petra managed somehow to tear her focus away from the intense sensations caused by her urgent need and her bound state.
“Vicky,” she said breathlessly, “what’s going on here, sis?”
“Let me make this simple. She’s not your sister any more, bitch.”
That cold, evil laugh again.
“She’s our sister now.”
“Who are these girls, Vicky?” Petra spoke, ignoring the other girl’s interjection.
“They’re vampires, P. … and they’ve made me into one too. I’m sorry that I got you involved.”
The sadness in Vicky’s voice was almost palpable.
“Vampires? What in hell are you on about, Vicky?”
Petra couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
This wasn’t some bloody gothic movie, this was real life and there were no such things as vampires.
“Yes, we have turned your little sister, and there is nothing you can do about that now."
The older of the two vampire girls spoke quietly again in her odd accent.
"Although she is a bit unhappy at the moment, she will have plenty of time to get used to her new situation.”
Another cold laugh, coming from behind Petra’s chair this time, accompanied by an enthusiastic, “Oh, yeah!”
It was that bloody American girl again.
Petra had never been that keen on Americans, and this one certainly wasn’t doing much to change her opinion.
“Plenty of time for her. Now you, on the other hand …”
The American girl let out that evil laugh yet again.
“Speaking of which … let me give you one!”
Petra suddenly felt an ice-cold hand against her stomach.
As it pressed hard into her lower abdomen she gasped again and her entire body shuddered uncontrollably.
Somehow Petra managed to tighten her pelvic floor muscles and resist the urge to release, but it was clear to her that she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
The younger vampire girl laughed at the bound woman's predicament, giving a little mocking wiggle of her own in answer to Petra's involuntary spasm.
“Ooh, it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
Accompanied by the by-now-almost-inevitable evil laugh, of course.
No matter how badly Petra wanted to, she couldn’t deny the truth of what the American girl was saying.
She was so turned on, her nipples fully erect beneath the thin lacy fabric of her bra and her knickers already quite damp.
She was only seconds away from losing control completely, her head spinning from the sensations overwhelming her.
“Look, your sister is about to pee her panties,” the American said to Vicky almost gleefully.
“This ought to be good …”
This chapter contains explicit, 'adult', and just downright weird content.
Enter of your own free will ...
The Keeper Of Darkness
Ch. 9 - 'Fourtette' (pt. 1)
Porte de Vanves, 1982
When Petra regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was an overwhelming sensation of cold.
She was freezing.
She quickly realized at least part of the reason; she was only wearing her black lace bra and matching knickers and the thin gold chain around her neck, nothing else.
The next thing she felt was that her bladder was incredibly full.
She knew she was quite desperate and had to have a wee very soon or …
Petra squirmed a bit in the chair she was sitting on, but she found that she really couldn’t do too much in the way of moving because she was bound to it tightly and intricately with rope; her legs were spread apart, her hands were tied behind her, and her long brown hair was pulled up and attached in such a way that she could barely move her head in any direction.
The rope was even threaded up between her thighs with a few knots very strategically placed as it passed underneath her bottom. Those knots were pushing up against her privates, creating a stimulating pressure there that made itself known with even the slightest movement she made.
It was a very strange and unusual combination of pleasure and pain Petra was feeling now, and despite her peculiar plight, she found that she was actually enjoying the sensation.
She had always loved the feeling of desperation, but now there was something new added to the mix.
She couldn’t help squirming because she had to pee so badly, and she had no way of squeezing her thighs together, but every time she moved even a little bit, the rope between her thighs pulled tighter, which excited and aroused her more and made her even more conscious of her helpless and desperate state.
She couldn’t have stopped squirming even if she had wanted to, thanks to her overly full bladder.
She didn’t want to stop though, because of how the way in which she was bound was making her feel …
so she continued to squirm, which got her more excited, which made her squirm even more …
and the heady mix of humiliation, pleasure, and pain she was feeling now was almost too much for her to bear.
It was as if it had all been tailored specifically to her psyche, fine-tuned to that very specific frequency that was the realisation of her innermost dark secrets, the final revelation and admission to herself of all of the shameful things that really turned her on.
How could anyone else have known, or guessed?
She heard a soft laugh coming from the darkness in front of her.
Oh, god, that bloody American girl; Petra was really starting to hate her with a vengeance.
“Did you really have to do all of that?” Vicky asked. “She wasn’t threatening you at all.”
“Did I have to? Of course not,” the young American girl said, obviously amused.
“I just felt like having some fun with her. I said I wouldn’t hurt her, and I haven’t.”
She laughed coldly. “In fact, it looks more like your big sister is enjoying the situation.”
“So, who’s the bitch now, bitch?”
The American spoke icily as Petra squirmed and wriggled in obvious hot distress in front of her.
“You said you wanted to talk to your little sister. Well, here’s your chance.”
She laughed yet again; her laugh was quite evil sounding, really.
It took a huge effort, but Petra managed somehow to tear her focus away from the intense sensations caused by her urgent need and her bound state.
“Vicky,” she said breathlessly, “what’s going on here, sis?”
“Let me make this simple. She’s not your sister any more, bitch.”
That cold, evil laugh again.
“She’s our sister now.”
“Who are these girls, Vicky?” Petra spoke, ignoring the other girl’s interjection.
“They’re vampires, P. … and they’ve made me into one too. I’m sorry that I got you involved.”
The sadness in Vicky’s voice was almost palpable.
“Vampires? What in hell are you on about, Vicky?”
Petra couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
This wasn’t some bloody gothic movie, this was real life and there were no such things as vampires.
“Yes, we have turned your little sister, and there is nothing you can do about that now."
The older of the two vampire girls spoke quietly again in her odd accent.
"Although she is a bit unhappy at the moment, she will have plenty of time to get used to her new situation.”
Another cold laugh, coming from behind Petra’s chair this time, accompanied by an enthusiastic, “Oh, yeah!”
It was that bloody American girl again.
Petra had never been that keen on Americans, and this one certainly wasn’t doing much to change her opinion.
“Plenty of time for her. Now you, on the other hand …”
The American girl let out that evil laugh yet again.
“Speaking of which … let me give you one!”
Petra suddenly felt an ice-cold hand against her stomach.
As it pressed hard into her lower abdomen she gasped again and her entire body shuddered uncontrollably.
Somehow Petra managed to tighten her pelvic floor muscles and resist the urge to release, but it was clear to her that she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
The younger vampire girl laughed at the bound woman's predicament, giving a little mocking wiggle of her own in answer to Petra's involuntary spasm.
“Ooh, it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
Accompanied by the by-now-almost-inevitable evil laugh, of course.
No matter how badly Petra wanted to, she couldn’t deny the truth of what the American girl was saying.
She was so turned on, her nipples fully erect beneath the thin lacy fabric of her bra and her knickers already quite damp.
She was only seconds away from losing control completely, her head spinning from the sensations overwhelming her.
“Look, your sister is about to pee her panties,” the American said to Vicky almost gleefully.
“This ought to be good …”
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