A Halloween Surprise

“Oopsie,” she chortled as some of the transsexual’s seamen began to seep out of Christol’s gaping famished cunt. “That stays in there for you to feed to the Zygott. Squeeze tight.”

As Susan turned her back to Christol she felt the young Vampire’s desirous eyes upon her and she warned, “You mustn’t feed off me dear. I feed you all, but only in Chalices and I Am the one who gave you your first taste of blood!”

Christol withdrew her intense glare obligingly.

Susan asked in a matter of fact manner, “Are you really hungry again already?”

Christol shook her head yes tentatively and Susan looked in disbelief.

She motioned to the lifeless body of the transsexual and asked, “You don’t need that anymore do you?”

Christol shook her head no.

“Then we’ll dispose of it,” Susan admonished as she motioned for two Vinyl Men for assistance.

Christol sat unrepentant and her empty eyes watched the two men carry the dead transsexual off into the night, more fascinated by the marquee of swinging dicks than the lifeless body they carried. It was obvious the cessation of a life force in so viscous an attack meant nothing to the Demoness. An aroused Susan put clean fresh sheets on the bed herself, willingly giving the powerful, hungry, young, Vampire a enthralling show of her firm booty and sleek form flitting about.

Eventually she turn to the Demoness and patted the bed, stating, “You should relax for a while, because the finale is next.” Christol lay down on her side in the nude on the fresh clean sheets, keeping the transsexual’s seamen inside her as best she could.

As the house lights went down primal music played over the elaborate stereo system. The driving drums of the Swahili were mixed with Voodoo chants from the depths of the bayou near New Orleans. The tempo increased steadily as the entire assemblage was driven mad with carnal lust. Most the men were fucking each other and licking each other’s dicks while women were forcing larger and larger objects into one another’s womanhood. They were presumably drenching each other with chicken blood but perhaps it was human after all. The white robes they now wore were all stained and the inhuman sounds coming from the animals on the highest tiers of the floor were terrifying.

Christol lay there not questioning anything, still holding her legs together obediently. Her brain had no inclination to analyze the situation or even a single one of her motivations. She didn’t think about what she had just done at all. In that respect, for some men she was now, the truly perfect woman, but she fell short of that mark in so many other ways. The one thing that she concentrated on was her growing hunger. The blood lust and her ravenous sexual appetite both seemed to be one and the same. As she gaze out at the crowd, they seemed like distant beings from another civilization. What were once at least human beings to her, deserving some modicum of respect, were now more like Neanderthals or even worse a herd. Not a herd of sentients but a herd of animals to be consumed for sustenance.

She felt her dark powers growing inside her and with them came the understanding that she was somehow above the rest. She was Satan’s chosen one. She longed once again, to thrust her body completely full and open her vagina, as wide and as deeply as possible, so she could please Satan and his mammoth, hard, animal cock. But just for now she would hold the timid transsexual’s goo inside herself and force it into the Zycott’s mouth to please her Lord and Master.

An old man with snow white hair stood above Christobel in immaculate white, with a single stroke of fresh blood slashed across the front of his robe, placed there with deliberate motion. When she noticed him she asked, “Are you the Dungeon Master?”

He smiled down at her and kindly spoke, saying “No my child, I am the humble High Priest, I will be your advisor and your obedient servant in the days to come. Soon you may ask or command anything of me, but my life.” His soothing hands caressed her sleek thigh lecherously, and she shiver with iniquitous delight at his feeble advances.

He continued, “You must arise now, my tender butterfly, and put this robe on, but it can not be fastened. Your splendid naked body must be on display at all times.”

The extremely thin white robe was of some material Christo never saw before. It was as smooth as real Chinese silk but nearly as see through as glass itself. Her body radiated from within it and she glowed as if she had been consuming white gold for years. Beams of majestic light emanated from her breasts and her swollen nipples shown like beacons meant to guide ships through dangerous waters on a foggy night.

The High Priest instructed Christol to remove the contacts from her eyes and when she did, a golden hue surround her face with the purest white light shining through from her soul. Her waist had gown smaller and her hips were widened, more womanly than before. Her long legs now looked more slender and feminine and her sweet booty held high on her hips the perfect pear shape. Her cunny felt stronger and tighter than it had in years and her clitty simply buzzed with tender sensation.

She looked at the High Priest with surprise in her eyes and asked, “What did you do to me?”

He calmly replied, “I have done nothing to you, and neither has the robe. The soul of the transsexual must have done you some good. He must be living on inside you as a real woman at last. Or Lord Satan wanted you to look good for the Zygott.”

She inquired, “Who or what is the Zygott anyway?”

He hushed her saying, “Don’t ask. Just stand right here” motioning to his side, “as the ceremony begins. I’ll tell you when to go to him. And you will know in your heart what to do.”

With countenance shambling, his arms bound in chains, fastened to an old splintered railroad tie slung squarely over his shoulders walk the Zygott. Dirty steel manacles were scaring his ankles and the chains dragged across the floor behind him until they reach upward to be fastened with the others. He was dressed in remnants of Levy’s barely more than tattered rags raising attention to his near nakedness more than concealing it. The lashes from whips that had torn into his flesh were now drying on both his chest and his back. Instead of a crown of thorns they had pressed a crown of barbed wire through his long hair until it punctured his forehead. No mere human had ever felt or looked so weary in all of existence.

Two Hooded High Priests dressed like Ku Klux Klansmen dragged him along unto his death at the hands of the Demoness. A most intense feeling subdued the entire assemblage as he slowly dragged each foot closer and closer to the center of the hall. Pain emanated from every corpuscle of his body. Soon, he stood before the bed. It was to be the last bed he would lay in as a human being.

The High Priests removed the chains and manacles then lifted the heavy timber from his back. Two of the Vinyl women stripped him of the last vestiges of clothing and then wiped his body down with water followed by fresh mint. The water was soothing but the mint stung in his wounds. The Demoness stood there licking her lips as she rubbed her body seductively.

A looming voice spoke saying, “James you have been washed and scented for the single purpose of not soiling our little Angel’s body. To us, you are nothing, but she is of great importance.”

The Zygott knew the voice was lying but did not speak. He would give them no more pleasure in this torment.

The voice commanded, “Lay down on your death bed James. It is now time.” The cold sheets hurt as they made contact with his wounds. Old injuries and broken bones suffered throughout his life also throb intensely as they had whenever he grew weary. He lowered his fatigued body onto the bed willing to give up his life, but he would never give in to the evil that tormented and tortured him. He knew he would soon walk with God once more. He faced his death unafraid as they bound him to the bed with silk ropes from far off India.

The voice of command demanded, “Look, look upon our little angel James and see what these women you so love truly are!”

Just then Christol’s friend walked on stage with a blood stained white robe on. She approached Christol and thrust herself upon her as the Old Advisor whispered to Christol, “Eat her pussy but don’t let her eat your’s.”

At that the friend literally tore off her robe in crazed lust and sucked on Christol’s breasts while trying to finger her pussy. A forceful hand stopped her ministrations on Christol’s womanhood and the girl looked puzzled. Christol bent in to suckle from the girls breasts making obvious slurping sounds of joyous abandon.

Christol herself guided the girl’s hand across her firm sweet tushy and the girl began to finger fuck her anal passageway just as she had done many times before. Soon Christol’s sexual appetite grew and she fell to her knees to consume the other girl’s sex. She slithered her tongue in long, slow, moist, strokes deep in the woman’s slit as her own anus remained open as if the girl’s finger were still inside her. Pure ecstasy shown like blinding light on Christol’s face as she swab her breasts on the woman’s legs and lapped up every trickle of her secretions. Her hand instinctively went to the woman’s clit and rolled it in every conceivable way.

The girl was moaning and writhing, barely able to stand as a most intense orgasm began to flood her senses. As her old lover brought her to the apex quickly she screamed out, “Yes! Yes! Eat me Christo Eat Me! She held Chrsitol’s head firmly against her.

Christol knew it was time. She sucked the woman’s clitoris into her mouth as she shook her head side to side violently. It was all she could do not to viscously sink her fangs into that sweet, soft, pussy and swallow the woman’s surging blood from there, exsanguinating her completely. Lightening shot through the woman and she stood there as her whole body convulse hysterically, drenched in perspiration while the dangerous, wild beast saw to her intimate satisfaction. She clamber helplessly, groping to steady herself, sexually drained.

The voice rang out again, “Look at the sweet little angel. See what she truly loves to do!” Christol stayed there wiping the female cum from her face and sucking it off her sexy fingers in revelry.

A moment later Christol’s friend held her arms to the air calling out, “Hail Satan! Hail Satan!” as she did this the two Vinyl Girls brought a huge strap-on to her, and fastened it on her body. Christol eyed it completely enthralled. She stroked it as softly as if it were a real cock and got up slowly sucking it as she rose until it finally plopped out of her wet evacuated mouth. She turned around, bent low and spread her ass cheeks as her old lover got into position.

You could hear Christol begging the girl to fuck her up the ass with that exquisite, monster, girlie dick, as she pushed against her Hershey highway. With an elated squeal from Christol the villainous, girlie schlong plummeted past her opening shelf. Instead of waiting and letting her old lover slip it into her slowly as they had always done together in the past, Christol thrust back against it savagely. She impaled herself completely on the plastic, woman tool.

When the friend began to stroke that fiendish cock inside her Christol let her butt cheeks go seductively. As her hips flare open entreatingly Her hand trailed around her thigh, gliding her fingernails as she formed her lips into a silent “oh …” and she grasp her entire womanhood in her hand.

She squeezed her majora and labia together and ground down hard on her clitoris with her palm. Before long the girl was fucking Christol at a fevered pace with the longest strokes she could manage. The two women’s flesh slapped together as the woman’s thrusting hips beat Christol’s firm ass cheeks senseless.

The deep voice rang out once more, “You don’t think you could give Our Little Angel as much pleasure with that puny little dick of yours, do you? You are nothing to her!” “Watch as I give her approval … to have her anal orgasm.!”

James looked on as the commanding voice said, “Okay Little Angel you may cum now!”