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Enslaved by the Night (Wave and Lady Arachnia)

Aly saw the silhouette that was the luscious form of her dominator, that perfect skin bathed in dim light giving Aly a few of her form without too much detail… not that she hadn't seen her before. Despite the times they had shared the sight of the creature still caused Aly's breath to catch in her throat at the truly breathtaking form of Sarrah. "Wow." She couldn't help but stammer at the sight of her. She got several more seconds of the delicious aight before darkness fell.


The girl was many things but she was no idiot, she knew Sarrah could still see perfectly and she knew that Sarrah hadn't invited her to stand like a statue. She moved towards the bed relying on her senses trying to locate the woman, before she did the woman had her though and laid her down on her back. Aly in life had always been the more dominant one, especially in the bedroom but recently that wasn't the case and it was a difficult thing to adjust to.


Aly felt the woman's form straddle her and a wondered what she had planned. A second later she felt the lips at her neck and gave a whimper, unable to hold back a squirm. Soon the attention moved to her ear which coaxed a few more sounds of satisfaction from the girl. The thief gently placed a hand on the outside of Sarrah's thigh and slowly moved it up towards her backside, stopping before she got there as though requesting permission. She knew often in moods like this Sarrah wanted to lead entirely and for Aly to follow what she did, she would deny her hand if that was what she wanted. Other times she permitted Aly's hands.


The temperature of the two women contrasted drastically, the vampire cool while Aly filled with a warmth. It almost felt as though Sarrah was leaching the warmth from the younger female. When the voice came soft and dangerous it came as a question that had only one answer Aly knew. It was an answer she had given before and so it came easily. "I do, Miss Sarrah, I submit to you". The words had come hard the first time but when she knew her life was always on the line they came from her lips easier and easier. She had to make a mental note that the words were just to survive as sometimes… more and more of page in fact she'd started to wonder if she genuinely meant the words, the ministrations and way of living starting to make her mind doubt itself.
 
Rules in bed were a little different. The vampire was a strict woman who liked to order around, however, especially in bedroom, she of course had no issue to have her curves to be grabbed by someone she herself invited. It was encouraged even, to be admired by her servant, being reminded of her lingering attractiveness. It wasn’t something Aly hadn’t seen or explored before anyway. Her mistress perhaps didn’t offer the warmth of her girlfriend, but she had other traits that would make up for that. Without any uttered words, Sarrah ordered the girl still. She grabbed Aly’s little hands and led them back over her generous hips, giving her body a support from behind. Her own cool hands lingered on the young girl’s chest, finding themselves two firm orbs to cup. Rubbing the charming brunette’s shapely breasts in circles, Sarrah held the pierced nipples in a pinch. She needed to moisten the girl’s little sex before she proceeded to use it. Her red lips trailed down as the vampire drew her face above the young woman’s bosom. They closed around one nipple, tip of her tongue flickering against that little bump. Teeth, ones that were not sharp, trapped the girl’s piercing between them as the redhead tugged on it. Her lips moved up, stretching Alegra’s breasts out with it, before snapping the nipple off her mouth.

Crawling back on the bed, Sarrah let her servant’s little fingers slip off her plump rear. Her own digits wandered down on the girl’s warmer skin as well. Pale hands brushed past the woman’s flat belly and traced the curvature of her inner thighs. Moving along the same path, cool digits glided up and out. The vampiress tucked them into the sides of Aly’s knickers. While she pulled on the laced undergarment, it naturally lifted the thief’s legs up. Her pussy lost its cover as Aly’s panties slid towards her raised feet. She pulled the underwear off those feet. Upon lowering the young woman’s shapely legs back down on the bed, she left them slightly parted. “Spread.” The redhead simply ordered the girl to open her legs wider for the mistress. The soft mattress was spared from a woman’s weight while Sarrah climbed off the bed. She remained in the room, however her touches stayed away from the bared thief who still lay in her bed. In total dark, the vampire’s demonic eyes glowed, forming the only light source in the room. They looked like two ember beads floating in the air. Fiery eyes walked up towards Alegra, closing up to thief between her separated legs. In the dark, two hands grasped the back of Aly’s ankles. Sparkling yellow eyes ascended in the air as Sarrah climbed on top of the bed. The mattress caved in a little under the ancient beauty’s knees. Slowly, but firmly she began to lift the little thief’s legs to make room for herself.
 
Allegra closed her eyes again even though she could see nothing anyway right now, a natural reaction she had found herself doing in these moments, something different to how she'd always done things in the bedroom when she had her way, when she led the dance. When Aly was taking lead her eyes were ever 9n her partner but with Sarrah… she was different it was different. Different it may he but this flooded her with adrenaline and an excitement she would never normally experience. Sarrah knew her way around a woman's body though Aly summarised that she had a lot of experience. The thief found herself wondering how much experience the exotic lady had with men.


Allegra felt the attention on her breasts and gave a whimper that evolved in to a moan as they were tugged upon and encapsulated between those cold lips. The piercings had heightened the sensitivity of the little buds and each ministration sent sparks of electric through the woman. The thoughts of what had happened earlier were already starting to fade away from the young girl's mind.


It wasn't long before the woman stopped as quickly as she started and went to Aly's knickers. She kicked her legs to help wriggle out of the fabric and then settled back in to the mattress. Her eyes found the only things they could see, the glowing orbs as a wave of anticipation ran through her. She held her breath as she obeyed and spread her legs slowly to add to the build up. What waited between was a small strip of groomed hair leading down towards that sweet spot. Aly watched and waited for the vampire's advance.
 
As the shapely pair of legs of her servant stretched up in the air in her hands, vampire’s fingers slid up behind Aly’s knees, letting the girl’s lower legs to fold down. Advantages of having someone in her bed more flexible than she was Sarrah guessed, putting her partner in any position she desired. She pressed the young woman’s pretty legs from the back of her knees, drawing her feet closer to her shoulders, emphasizing that little slit the thief held between her thighs. Leaving the task of keeping the girl the way she was now to Alegra and gravity, Sarrah’s cold hands slid down the thief’s knee length socks and settled over her stretched bare hips.

Soon, her little servant’s excitement was to reveal itself to her captor. The redhead’s middle finger drew a narrow arch between the girl’s thighs and slid along her tight little slit. Rest of her digits lowered over Aly’s sex as the woman palmed her pussy between those legs. Her closed fingers ground against the girl’s womanhood, distributing its potential wetness across a wider area. This was hardly the first one she sexually claimed her pretty servant, although she explored her as it was. Sarrah clutched one of the girl’s firm cheeks, pulling to the side to make her more accessible.

“Do you guess I’m in a good mood…” The redhead questioned, her fingers rubbing on the young brunette’s opening, chill digits proving a vampire’s touch to be something different. Thrill of knowing the hands that wandered around your exposed body could do terrible things if needed. “…Or in a bad one?” Sarrah continued. Her hold turned into a tight squeeze over the girl’s cupped cheek. One finger slid further down, locating another, rounder hole down there.

Two fingers curled down above Aly’s little pussy. They squeezed into the girl’s sex, moving up and down inside her womanhood as the redhead slightly glided her hand back and forth over the girl’s pussy. Embedded little digits of the vampiress danced within Alegra’s folds, preparing the girl’s pussy for something wider that two finger thick. She pulled her digits out of the girl’s womanhood after fidgeting them in place for a while. Her other hand remained closed around the brunette’s butt cheek. Wide head of a rubber cock kissed Aly’s opening in darkness. Holding the toy vertical from its base, the vampire pressed it down, slightly twirling its other end as if stirring a soup. Generous tip of the dildo parted the thief’s innerlips. The toy decidedly drilled itself through the young woman’s sex, going in with a steady pace and filling more of Aly’s tunnel. After its initial penetration, the vampiress began to pump the rubber object up and down. Pulling it up the girl’s love tunnel, hammering it down the hole, she began to use the thief’s cunt.
 
Aly was far more flexible than an average human girl was supposed to be, it was one of the things that truly aided her in the thief's former career. She was really good at twisting and bending in ways that madde slipping in to somewhere that ought to to be impossible possible. As the young girls legs were pushed up twisting her body Aly reached up to grasp a hold of her knees, Aly knew what her dominator wanted. Her grip made it possible to keep in to this folded over position which left her on full display.

Harley let out a long low breath followed by another of her whimpers as the womans finger slid over her tight entrance. With the work Sarrah had put in to teasing her Alegra's opening was slick and covered in the evidence of her arrousal. Aly focused on her balance and holding herself so that she could keep her position while Sarrah explored her, movign her cheek apart and sending stabs of excitement through her.

"I...have no I dea" Aly said in a soft voice that was very breathy. As the finger began to slide dangerously close to her back opening Aly squirmed again out of both anticipation and convern. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had a finger there and it wasn't something she disliked. More than that though? Sure, she liked it but when she was the one doing the giving rather than how it likely would go down involving Sarrah.

As the fingers delved in to her and began sliding within her and crawling around to stretch her out Aly found herself moaning against her will. The woman's hands were skilled and cool with sent an interesting sensation through Aly. Aly was getting in to the moment and moving as best she could against the fingers in her position with more little whimpers escaping from her mouth. It didn't last long enough and soon the fingers escaped her which made the thief give out a whine. It was a pointless sound though as soon Alegra was about to be filled by something far more ample than just cold vampiric fingers. "Wha-" Aly began as the rubber cock pressed in to the girl's cunt. It slid in easily enough with the lubrication and it caused Aly to release one of her legs and bite on to her arm. "Fuuuck...ngg" she muttered incoherently as the object began to drive in to her at Sarrah's bidding.
 
This was a responsive little slut, whom the posh vampiress found herself. Someone to run her errands, and sometimes to have fun with. Tonight’s session was hardly the kinkiest one in comparison to what Sarrah put her servant into in the past. However, it certainly didn’t mean she would be this gentle in the future as well. It was no secret the arrogant redhead found some kind of twisted joy in punishing her young servant, sometimes in bed. The toy cock kept moving in her grasp, moving up and down in Aly’s narrow tunnel. Her other hand, that wasn’t busy penetrating the girl’s womanhood, stopped squeezing the thief’s firm butt cheek. As she pumped the object more thoroughly inside the young thief’s sex, it appeared to be harder for Aly to hold her compromising position.

“Legs up!” Sarrah ordered, sounding less like a tender lover and more like a strict bitch. She hammered the dildo down at the girl’s pussy, swift enough to make the girl feel every inch of the shaft that filled her little cunt. Her free hand exploded on Aly’s tightened bottom, falling upon the girl’s ass like a bullet. The sharp slap reflected the harshness of the redhead’s palm. Regardless, it was still better than feeling the burning iron marking her skin. In contrast to her latest order, the woman pulled Aly’s shapely legs and laid them on the bed, nicely spread. Dark hiding her pale body, Sarrah left the toy still attached and crawled over her partner. Spinning around on the bed, her stocking clad legs were positioned at each side of the girl’s head. Her chill hands were quick to find Aly’s exposed breasts. It wasn’t a gentle fondling though. Instead, Sarrah’s hands dropped on the thief’s pierced tits in a sharp slap.

“Tongue out!” The woman gave a short, but clear order. She didn’t need to tell her to be quick when she slapped across the girl’s chest, shaking those bared orbs of her servant. The lady of the mansion lowered her curvy hips, sitting on the girl’s charming face. Between her pale thighs, her delicate slit covered the girl’s mouth and nose. “Work!” The demanding mistress asked. She still wasn’t intended to let the girl lounge under her pussy. Sarrah reached for Aly’s legs, pulling them back until her rear rose up. One hand holding the thief’s sticking up bottom in place, the other continued to fuck her little cunt. Thrusts of the rubber cock slammed the end of the girl’s love tunnel harsher, every stroke jerking the firm cheeks the thief had. Sarrah herself wanted attention on her own sex as well. The more she wanted it, the harder she pounded the young woman’s pussy, giving her servant a goal if she wanted to end her pussy’s ravishment.
 
Aly's midriff ached and her abs burned from the position, trying to hold it wasn't easy especially with the woman drilling away in to her with the artificial shaft. Each thrust made her grunt or moan or even whimper. Her thighs were considerably damp and the young thief was definitely enjoying it. Her legs started to droop when Sarrah barked her order and Aly forced herself back in to her disciplined position. The spank that came had the girl yelping, a red imprint blossoming moments after the strike on Aly's skin. She didn't mind it though, if anything it added to the moment and she'd endured far worse with her dominator. Aly took deep breaths as the woman left her, the young woman's chest heaving. She hadn't wanted it to stop, she was getting closer to finding her climax and it just suddenly was taken from her.

Aly was sucking in breaths of air in the aftermath though the quick slap to her pierced breasts had her whining again. Alegra couldn't see how close she was to the other woman but she could feel the cold eminating from her. Sarrah's order wasn't needed as Alegra knew exactly what was expected when she realized how the other woman was positioned. She'd already moved her head upwards as the woman lowered down on to her. Alegra began to drag her pierced tongue overt he length of Sarrah's slit hungrily and began her work. It was after a couple of motions that she located the woman's clit and planted several soft kisses on it before her lips locked around it and she began to suck at it, lap at it eagerly and probe at the sensitive button... though it all became considerably harder once Sarrah began her work with the dildo again.

The girl tried her hardest to work on Sarrah and she did a good job of keeping her attention on her but she was obviously distracted and the more that toy pounded in to her the more she squirmed and moaned in to Sarrah's lower folds. It wasn't long before Alegra came with a shrill scream in to the dead beauty her eyes rolling upwards in their socket. A torrent of her nectar rushed out of her to match the occaion and Alegra burried her face within the cool snatch before her trying her best to make sure Sarrah knew she hadn't forgotten about her. She shookviolently with the power of her moment, goosepimples covering her entire body.
 
While the naughty servant in the bedroom got closer and closer to an inevitable climax, outside the grand mansion, a mysterious figure was walking the stone path that lead to the entrance of the house. Whilst being busy attending her sexual needs, even the vampire’s sensitive ears hadn’t picked the approaching footsteps. In spite of a vampire’s unnatural traits and high senses, there were so many things she could multitask. The dildo Sarrah vigorously penetrated Aly with soon began to yield results. The girl’s tongue did its work as well, treating the dark mistress’ delicate pussy and lapping her folds thoroughly. Under the thief’s oral treatment, the redhead’s sex quickly became a wetter place to suck and lick. The vampiress rocked her generous hips above her servant’s cute face and ground her flower against the brunette’s mouth. Her round tits got harder as well, pink nipples protruding on her pale orbs. “Yea… Uuh… Mmm…” The strict mistress moaned. Her curvy form too dark to see, her pussy too wet to eat. For someone dead, the woman was still a responsive one. As the thief worked her talented tongue on her damp slit, maybe better than how she used it on her girlfriend, the woman hammered the rubber cock harder into the girl’s tight little cunt. Pounding of Aly’s womanhood becoming more aggressive as her servant brought her closer to an orgasm. “OOH! YES!”

“Yes.” A mysterious man set his eyes on the doors of the mansion, standing by it, unaware of the intimate moments behind the brick walls. “That seems right.” His gloved hand didn’t knock on the door, instead grabbed an ornate envelope, gold and white. A rare invitation of sorts, coming from a hidden society that embraced darkness. Sarrah wasn’t as unique as her servant thought her to be. The thief hadn’t known about the redhead’s kind before she met the woman. And she would soon find that her mistress wasn’t the only one who had the curse. The messenger slipped the envelope under the door, looking up to give a final look at the stonewalls that towered above him. “That’s it.” He talked to himself as he turned around to leave the gardens and the vampire’s premises.

“That’s it?” Sarrah asked her servant. Aly had already cum before the mistress could ride her own orgasm. It wasn’t anything knew as the thief was a pretty orgasmic little slut. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember an instance where the thief hadn’t had multiple orgasms. Not intended to let Aly go anytime soon, Sarrah dropped the girl’s legs. While her hands retreated, she punished the brunette girl’s pierced tits with a well-placed whack. “Work… harder…” The redhead ordered. She changed position and faced the other way. Her wet pussy once again covered the girl’s mouth, her soft thighs trapped the thief’s head between them. Sarrah’s hands turned into tight fists around the girl’s hair. She looked down at Aly’s pretty eyes and dug the young thief’s mouth and tongue into her posh little pussy. “Mmm… O-oh… AAH!” With the continuation of her servant’s oral services, the vampiress moaned again.

***

A feeding and sex session taking place in the same night, the night was no longer young. Days were obviously calmer for a vampire’s servant. After their sensual moments were over, when she was satisfied with Aly’s services, Sarrah once again had showed Aly the door, leaving the girl both to rest and attend to her regular duties.
 
Aly couldn't help the fact that she didn't last anywhere near as long as Sarrah did, part of it she put down to her... condition. Besides, with how hard the vampire had been fucking her she hardly believed anybody could blame her for how she reacted. The slap on her breasts again had another yelp barking out of her and soon the woman had shifted to face Aly and look down at her. The young thief's eyes flicked up towards her and made eye contact for a moment before she shut them and went back to work once more, being smothered and having little other choice even if she wanted to do something else. Aly would work for as long as the vampire needed and as hard as she could that evening.

Aly was banished from the room and staggered through the house exhausted. She planned on cleaning up the mess from earlier... but as she got to the living room she saw the first glow of the morning and instead found herself collapsing tired and naked on to the sofa and falling asleep neigh on instantly.

Eventually she awoke late in the afternoon and simply lay still for a while admiring the faint glow of the sun and the respite it promised. Aly eventually forced herself up and went to the kitchen, she couldn't resist nubbling at her old stale toast but it was no good, she dumped it in the bin and started over with a fresh batch and made sure to eat this first still lacking any clothes. Next Aly would dart around the house cleaning up the signs of yesterday. The clothes of hers, the clothes of Sarrah and... the blood in that other room. Dealing with the body filled her with a sorrow though she found it bit a little less deep today, what happened happened. Aly would have found something to wrap the body in and for now left it there, not quite sure what Sarrah wanted t doing with it. The blood was cleaned and as the sun was going down Aly managed to have another of the cold showers to rinse off the memories of the night before.
 
As much as she liked dictating her servant’s every move, there wasn’t much the vampiress could do during day time, other than staying in her light free slumber. Certainly, her curse had bestowed the woman many gifts, but it brought some unpleasant obligations as well. The most obvious one being not being able to walk under sun. Back in her time, elegant ladies like herself were discouraged to be tanned under sunlight. The jokes were now on her she guessed. While her servant could enjoy a full day, the vampire could only live half of it. There were other mandatory rules Sarrah had to follow, but she didn’t like to talk about the setbacks of her curse. And absolutely hated using the ‘v’ word. If Aly would think about it, she would have trouble remembering an instance where Sarrah described herself as a vampire. Surely, she couldn’t speak for the rest of her kind. Some who carried the curse didn’t mind calling it a gift.

Gardens, library, graveyard, study, parlor or some other random location. When the time was right, there wasn’t a way to know where the vampiress would visit after the sunset first. Tonight, she was on the balcony, standing under the moon, in a way, below her midnight sun. She had been, and would be still walking after many many years to come, until someone pulled her plug at least. When she had so much time to spare, she sometimes blankly gazed at nothingness like a middle aged woman in depression. Rarely making an intentional joke, barely flashing a smile, she wasn’t the most fun housemate to live with. She was resourceful and intellectual though. And could offer some intimate attractions one could find nowhere else.

“Alegra!” The redhead called out aloud. Chilling voice of the mistress of the house echoed across the halls another time. Whilst her light steps made no sound, her demanding voice became the only hint of her whereabouts in the big mansion. “Have you recovered my shoes?” Her most recent portrait stuck under her arm, she wandered around her home a bit. When there was no big action to attend, trivial events like finding her high heels, wearing make-up or grooming herself made her busy. When she reached the front door, a louder call rang across the cold mansion, her voice almost carrying a chilling breeze.

“ALEGRA!” The woman shouted like a weakhearted woman who just spotted an ugly bug on her bed. Uncommonly, her voice carried a concern as well. There wasn’t much that could make the haughty vampiress uneasy. She courteously crouched and picked a familiar envelope from the floor. It was a privileged invitation, although not one she was very fond of. Sarrah didn’t like to meet her kind, but expected to attend such rare meetings.
 
Allegra watched the sun start to dip dangerously low as the day was in it's final dying moments and the young girl knew that before long her mistress would be upon the world again awake from her slumber. The girl double checked and washed to make sure that she were clean and then made sure the clothes she had on were too. She cleaned the kitchen up after herself and then that was when the voice called.


At the call of her name Aly quickly set off through the house to go to the woman only to stop half way at the mention of her shoes. Aly spun on her heel and scrambled back the way that she had came. She was quick in rummaging around trying to find the shoes and before long she raised them up triumphantly.


Quickly the woman set off again and once more got to the halfway way point holding the shoes when she froze again at another call from Sarrah, this one much more shrill and desperate sounding, the tone concerned Aly considerably. Alegra turned again realizing the woman had changed her location without her knowing and dashed towards the vampire. She skidded to a halt on the wooden floor near her holding the shoes up. "Is errr…. Everything okay miss Sarrah?"
 
There wasn’t much that scared the dark creature of the night, but many that annoyed her. Not all of them were trivial matters as well. Sarrah was invited to a ball, more of a party in this era’s tongue. Although the redhead had chosen not to embrace a modern life style, there were vampires who did so quite willingly. Even among her own society, she was an antiqued woman. Admired by some, and mocked by others for that. It was Sarrah’s choice to distance herself from the rest of her community. She had her own little world at the mansion, away from the rest of the city’s affairs. That being said, she wasn’t entirely an old hag who never left her home. Nowadays, on the other hand, her visits to town were drastically rare. If she wanted anything, she always had Alegra to drive downtown to pick whatever necessary. The envelope she held in her hand told her she had to pay a visit even if she wasn’t really very fond.

Her pale eyes caught the glimpse of her servant from afar. As the young thief came closer, the vampires lowered her brows at the girl. The pale skinned creature seemed particularly grumpy tonight. “Do not make me call you out twice!” Sarrah scolded her cute servant. Her hand swung against the thief’s arm, sharp enough to make her drop the high heels the girl seemed to have finally found. “Why I am not informed on a letter lying at my door?” The posh mistress found another excuse to come down on the brunette woman. The redhead again had this bewildered expression on her round face. Wide open eyes stared at the girl above a neutral mouth. “You’ll inform that little slut that you won’t be seeing her this weekend.” Sarrah mentioned her servant’s girlfriend back in town. As a matter of fact, she never addressed her by her name as the vampire didn’t think highly of the girl. Like any other employee though, Aly too was allowed to take a day off once every two weeks if she wanted to see that so called girlfriend of hers, whom the vampiress had some unpleasant events in the past.

With that, Sarrah strode across the hall. She expected her servant to chase after her like a tail, or just an obedient pet. She headed towards her dressing room. The invitation she received not only concerned the bad tempered mistress, but the thief as well. Aly didn’t know it yet, but she too was supposed to join the mistress at the party. It had been almost a decade since the last time Sarrah attended such an event. It was the day she lost her previous servant. That one wasn’t as sturdy as the most recent girl who served the vampire. But fool enough to fall into a trap. Sarrah could still remember the image. The sight of the poor girl on top of a stake. The letter, which was slipped under her door, carried the initials of a twisted woman. Alexa, someone whose understanding of fun was even worse than Aly’s current captor.

Once in the room, Sarrah opened up an ornate wardrobe, wide enough to house many of the vampire’s collection. She certainly had plenty to wear. Dressing Aly on the other hand proved a challenge. Emphasizing the thief’ alluring curves by a fancy dress would only attract unwanted attention from others.
 
Allegra looked at her mistress as she entered the entrance hall and just stared for a moment at her and the letter that she had missed during her days cleaning… where did it come from? She checked the mailbox which was like it nearly always was empty. A moment later her arm was snatched and she was reprimanded, the shoes tumbled to the ground with a clatter.


"Ah fuck." She groaned. "I jus' must 'ave-" she began before deciding against excuses, she didn't want to hear then. "Sorry, Miss Sarrah". The young girl responded and then gave an internal complaint. Being able to see Charlie still had been good and more than she had expected. The girl had non memory of the night she met Sarrah and Aly had her convinced that she was working a long job that kept her busy. There had been less sex than before, it just hadn't felt the same for Alegra and she found her time away was spent doing stupid things like just watching TV. Still she looked forward to it very much.


Allegra followed silently and was curious just what that letter was… why it bothered her so much had the girl's curiosity. This woman was a killer but a letter threw her off? Allegra way hed her mistress dress and waited she was in her shorts and simple clothes and entirely not expecting to be dressed up.
 
Not knowing where to start, the redhead slid many chick dressed along the rail that ran across the wide wardrobe. She was a woman who enjoyed dressing up, but didn’t meddle with what her servant wore much. Things were a bit different though when Aly were to represent her mistress at an event. Still going through her hung garments, she talked to the girl. “Believe it or not Alegra, I would hate to see you die in the most painful way.” The vampiress quite bluntly stated. She was more concerned about herself than anything else, but after so much investment, she was actually unwilling to lose another servant as well. Throughout many years after her death, Sarrah had long lost the ability to empathy. She was able to get into weak minds to control their actions, but couldn’t really understand what it meant to be someone else, to evaluate things from someone else’s point of view.

Thanks to her distinguished traits, she was almost sure Aly would stuck out among a crowd, which wouldn’t have been good for the thief. Atttract wrong kind of attention could give birth to grave circumstances. It was better for the girl to draw a low profile. “Modesty.” Sarrah turned towards her confused looking servant. “That is what I demand of you.” She explained, although the posh vampiress didn’t know herself how to be modest. “Lack of abundance for resplendence. Dissipation of ostentatiousness.” Widened pale blue eyes stared at the girl. For once, being a common chick could help Aly. Sarrah patted the thief on the back, held her chin, making small adjustments to her posture, trying to put her into a more confident stance.

“Do not stand there like a bloody log Alegra, strip all you have at once.” The woman demanded. As a means of preparation, she needed to give the girl an accelerated training. For a thief who could scale a wall, she hoped looking ladylike wouldn’t prove much of a challenge. If Aly wanted to blend in with the crowd, she first had to act well mannered. And probably needed to keep her cute mouth shut. If she had drawn the unpleasant attention of the wrong woman, it was inevitable to find herself in a difficult situation. Very same traits Sarrah enjoyed on her servant could be shared by others. After all, the vampire expected to meet with people who would like to test how loud the thief could scream. To ensure things went smoothly, she had some rules to follow.
 
Aly blinked at the woman as she moved faster than a human should and almost certainly without realy realizing she were doing it. When she spoke Alegra just stared at her a little confused. "Err, thank you? Me too." she replied not really quite sure where that came from. Should she be expecting to die in a most painful way? She'd just escaped that with Sarrah the night before and assumed that at least for a while she was going to be about as safe as a human girl could be living within and tending to a vampiress. It must have been to do with that letter... but what exactly could be on it? What had her so worked up?

"Modesty?" Alegra repeated after her. That was something she tended to do for the most part, avoid attention, it helped to not be remembered. Sarrah though seemed to like Aly standing out or at least drawing attention from her. Aly looked at the many dresses in the room and then stared blankly as the woman spoke again. "Huh? Ostenst- whu?" Allegra said entirely dumbfounded as though the woman was speaking another language to her all together. Aly let the woman's hands mould her posture and moved as she seemed fit.

An order came and Alegra jumped to obey it, it didn't seem like this time it were a sex related thing this time. Alegra flung her clothes to the ground near her until she was stood with an entire lack of clothing, only piercings and tatoos adorning the young woman. "Wha'... do ya need from me?" she asked cautiously trying to gain some more information on just what was going on.
 
Her ridiculous way of explaining simple matters not going through her servant never bothered the mistress. Or she simply didn’t care. As long as Aly did what was demanded of her, she was fine. This time however, she agreed with the girl for once. “You might be right.” Sarrah told. “I might have used the wrong words. I should have rather said masking it. Everyone knows modesty does not exist.” The arrogant redhead claimed. Coming from a wealthy family, born under a noble name, she had a different point of view than people whom she defined as commoners.

While the thief began to undress as she was asked, Sarrah watched her servant. The girl deserved an explanation of course. “I trust you are aware of a rathole named Night’s Kitchen. Or was it Restless Night?” She mentioned a pretty well-known penthouse club, while having trouble recalling its name. “There will be a special event there. You shall accompany me. Make no mistake, it shall be a damned calamity.” The vampiress explained in case Aly found the idea of visiting such an upper class place a tad exciting. “The host shares the same curse as mine. An opulent hussy. Arrogant fool.” She lowered her red brows. Coming from the posh mistress of the mansion, the statement felt rather ironic. “I fear she may overindulged by the likes of you.”

When Aly was done putting her bare body on display, Sarrah took a few steps back for a better view of her naked attendant. “Walk in a straight line. Stride long and coy.” She ordered. What she wanted from the girl could sound to be contradicting what she said earlier, about being modest and maintaining a low profile. However, if she just acted like herself, that would made Aly turn more heads. The girl needed to learn basics of being a lady. Soon, the strict mistress darted out. And she moved fast. The curvy vampiress stood in front of the thief, facing away. A demonstration was necessary before she could demand more from the bared girl. For someone like Aly, these things could be more difficult than watching her friend die of blood loss. “Touch my arse.” Another order came from the exotic vampire.
 
Aly wasn't expecting the woman to agree with her at all on any level… though she did. She gave a slight nod and followed what the woman was saying. "I know the pace, fancy joint" she responded when talk of the club came up. She had been there on some scam she had done before though it was brief and she wasn't really there to be seen, she had been exercising her profession. Calamity, she was speaking words Aly understood now at least. "Why is it so bad?" She questioned.


Opulent… right back to words that Aly didn't understand, she needed a dictionary for dealing with Sarrah. The way she was concerned told Aly that she had be. "Surely I am yours, they can' just get their 'ands on your stuff? Jus' women or men too?" The thief added in thought. She shook her head and looked at her. What did walking long and coy mean? Aly definitely was no lady and had a feeling this was going to be difficult. She took a tentative step before the woman moved in front of her with the promise of a demonstration. Alegra gave a quick nod to her and reached out with one hand to place it on the swell of Sarrah's behind. She wasn't shy at this as she had done far more regularly with the woman.
 
Although she was mostly concerned by a particular vampire, there would be more guests at this so called party. Sarrah too used to host such events at her home, the last one being a bit over fifty years ago. Things were different back then, easier. She didn’t really like modernization, how quickly the technology grew. It was making living a subtle life more difficult for a vampire, giving birth to new problems to handle. “Gentlemen and ladies.” The redhead implied. She didn’t have a list of guests and wasn’t entirely sure whom she would come across once there. It wasn’t really about others claiming what was hers, but seducing it. A vampire’s gaze could be an effective weapon, hard to resist. It was similar to tell someone not to jump off a balcony. Pretty straight forward, but still done once in peril.

Chest out, the redhead erected her body. She put one foot directly in front of the other. Lifting her legs elegantly, but putting them down boldly, she trotted forward. Each step put her curvy hips in motion, swaying her buttocks in the respective directions. It was the way she normally walked, but for demonstration purposes, she exaggerated her footwork, increasing the shake of her bum and letting Aly’s hand feel the motion. It wasn’t that difficult to follow really. She didn’t strode that far away before her body came to a stop a few feet away from the boundary of the room. “Do not let them play tricks on you.” Sarrah made a sharp turn, facing her naked servant.

The room seemingly got darker, just the way Sarrah liked it. She slightly tilted her head to the side. Light blue eyes deeply stared at the cute girl. No more fingers on her own round bottom, the redhead put a hand on the side of the thief’s hips. Chill fingers slowly slid up, making their way up to the girl’s chest. “I care for you Alegra…” The mistress’ red lips stretched in a smile ever so slightly. Her hand ran under the base of one of the thief’s bared breasts, the thumb tracing the pierced nipple. Starting from the back of her thighs, Sarrah’s other hand was drawn over Aly’s exposed ass, middle finger approaching the crack and sliding a little down between the naked cheeks. Under her red hair, her crimson lips were well aligned for a kiss. Sarrah drew herself closer to the girl’s warmer form. Her head tilted more. Two fingers pinched the nipple harder. Her lips missed the girl’s face though, instead going for Aly’s unprotected neck. She didn’t bite the young thief. Instead the redhead sharply pushed the girl back.

“Do not fall for games like this.” The redhead warned with a strict tone. “Is the room getting darker?” With the mention of the illumination, the brightness returned to normal. “Or my eyes are making yours shrink and causing less light to enter?” Sarrah asked. Obviously not all of them, but some of her mysterious powers had reasonable explanations.
 
Alegra couldn't help but appreciate the woman's perfect physique, every curve and angle flawless. The way she moved was mesmerising and Aly's jaw dropped. How was she supposed to match something so graceful? She groaned a little and nodded at her. She had to try, didn't she? Especially if this was something that could help her.


"No tricks, got it" she repeated confidently. The vampire advanced on her and she froze for a moment as her hips were taken. She expected her neck to be the prize and instead of fighting it when tilted her head but all that came was a kiss. "You care about me?" She mimicked completely dumbfounded. Her voice melted away in to a whimper as those delicate hands began their work, teasing and tormenting the girl in ways she couldn't ignore. "Ohh" she groaned as her nipples were tigged and the valley of her backside explored. A moment later it was over and Aly was blinking at her it took a moment to realize what had happened before clarity came to her. She gave a quick nod. "Don't be tricked. Got it".


Alegra took the time then to practice the walk. She breathed in deep and tried straightening her back from it's usual slouch and then took really deliberate steps with an effort to stay her butt and imitate the woman. Her attempt wasn't terrible as her movements had a natural light flowing to them but she wasn't even close to how Sarrah did it. "Like tha'?" 5he thief questioned.
 
Since the pale mistress knew how big of a responsive slut the thief could be, she saw it as a necessary precaution to mention. “Trust me. I know you very well.” Sarrah claimed. By now, the curvy vampiress had found many opportunities, or created, to sexually claim the young brunette. Thus, she knew very well how wet the girl could get in a quick time. The alluring redhead wasn’t sure if it was just her seductive traits, or if Aly was just a horny woman in general. It probably was a mix of both. Regardless of the reason, she trusted her horniness could work as a weakness against her. A certain vampire she dreaded so much was also a pretty persuasive woman.

While the girl paraded across the room, imitating how the mistress strode, Sarrah watched the young thief. Pale eyes inspected how her servant’s bare hips moved, how her breasts swayed. For a common thief, she actually made a decent job. The redhead nodded a few times to approve the girl’s attempt. Since her lacking expressions were hard to make sense, the vampire’s gestures were a little exaggerated. Sarrah crossed her arms under her tempting bust, thoughtful.

“Mayhap we shall put you in a chastity device.” The vampire thought out load. These kinds of belts were more common back in her era. “No…” She quickly changed her mind. “That would not last very long I’m afraid.” The woman corrected herself. A piece of iron wouldn’t have stopped her either, unless it was silver. Mention of her concern also hinted at what kind of people Aly would be dealing when the time came.

Other, more trivial things filled the woman’s mind, like the color of the thief’s dress. Black meant confidence. Innocence of white could have attracted an attention, an invitation to defy the young thief. A pink hue would have offered a flirty sight. Red was out of question for obvious reasons, not to make the unknowing girl a walking blood vessel. “Pick a grey dress.” Sarrah finally advised. “Modest and humble.” She added. It was better if it didn’t make a good display of Aly’s tattooed thighs like yesternight. “Make sure the car is ready for the journey.” The vampire warned the girl.
 
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Aly stood and listened to the far older women speak, it was one of those moments she had where she knew the woman was speaking more to herself rather than to Aly and not really expecting any kind of a reply from her and so the human woman just waited. Talks of chastity though made her curious as to just how old this woman actually was, it was clear she was from an entirely different world and was well out of touch with the modern world, just being in this house was like stepping in to some kind of TV drama and Aly felt like she'd gone back in time by just being within the building.

Aly hadn't had any words about her walk so she assumed that it was deemed acceptable. While Sarrah didn't too often comment when Aly had done as she should or praised her she was definitely quick to chastise her for anything that went wrong. So in this situation a lack of any kind of comment was actually the better result for Alegra... or at least that is what she had decided in her head at least. Anxiety washed over her and while Aly usually didn't get too nervous in this situation she definitely was.

"Grey dress, righ'" she said quickly, still not finding dresses to be all that comfortable or her type. Still if that was what Sarrah wanted that was what Aly would get. It didn't take her long to find a well made but relatively simple grey dress that stopped somewhere around her knees with a few frills. She lookedi n the mirror and thought she looked ridiculous but decided that it was best to keep that thought to herself. The gurl scampered off to find some shoes and would then make her way to the car to prep it to take them to what was likely to be a night she would never forget for one reason or another.
 
Hopefully, the vampire’s little helper hadn’t been so quick to have the car engine running since the amount of time required for her mistress to get ready would have diminished the battery life. It was no secret how Sarrah liked to doll herself up. Wearing makeup, doing her hair, dressing up, those were the posh redhead’s favorite hobbies after all. She liked to look good, even in death. Sarrah would have loved to admire herself in a mirror. When she lacked a reflection though, she was dependent of others to tell her how beautiful she looked. Receiving some gentle compliments, it was also a weakness of hers. A weakness easy to exploit, as tonight would demonstrate.

A navy blue swing dress was to clad the pale vampire’s form tonight. She went for an elegant look instead of sex appeal. The ham was axisymmetric. In the back, the dark blue fabric almost reached down to the floor, while on the opposite side it only draped her shapely legs down to the middle of her thighs. Above the bust, the dress offered a lace detail without teasing an inappropriate cleavage. Sleeves and the back of the dress were curtained in lace as well. The woman’s pale skin flashed through the gaps between the lace patchwork. Sections of her hair were curled as the redhead wore a long wavy bob. Crimson strands rained down from the sides of her face beside a pair of pale blue eyes. Skin colored tights hugged her legs, to prevent them from shining in white in a dark night.

Unhurried steps brought the vampiress to the garage. “The door Alegra.” She asked for a little courtesy. Although her stance reflected clear confidence, slow steps of the redhead revealed that she wasn’t dying to attend this event. She sat at the back of the SUV, although the rear view window would object that. “Listen carefully.” The redhead wanted to warn her servant before the start of their trip. It was more or less a 40 minute ride when there was no traffic. “Do not look anyone in the eye.” Sarrah gave her first advice. “Always keep me on sight.” Since the two might get separated once inside, she wanted to warn the cute thief beforehand. If the girl were to chase the wrong person, she might have found herself in a grim situation. “Do not talk unless necessary.” The vampiress continued. Aly wasn’t really a lippy little brat, but she had a distinct accent. It was better if the young brunette had kept her lips sealed. “I also wouldn’t recommend drinking anything red.” She added. Otherwise it could have left a bad taste in the young woman’s mouth. That concluded the vampire’s warnings. There were more things Aly had to pay attention, but the redhead couldn’t have listed them all at once.
 
While Alegra knew that her mistress did indeed take a while to prepare herself... it seemed that she had underestimated just how long it took her and the young girl found herself waiting by the vehicle for what felt like close to a decade. When she finally heard the footsteps she perks up and pushed herself off of the 4x4 and looked over towards the sauntering woman. "Wow" she muttered at first being knocked over and taken off guard by just how beautiful Sarrah looked, seemingly with a new appearance more or less every evening that the two of them ended up spending together. Even when they were just doing relatively little around the house Sarrah's 'casual' attire was jaw dropping.

"How... how do you always make yourself look so... wow" she muttered as she reached for the door and pulled it open. "I could spend days workin' on my ou'fit an' like... I wouldn't even look close to as amazin' as you do. I can' 'elp bu' be a little bi' jealous" she admitted both because she meant the words and because she knew that any comments of admiration Sarrah preferred to hear aloud rather than for Alegra to simply stay quiet.

Aly closed the door after the stunning creature of the night and skittered around a few steps towards her door before thinking about what Sarrah had said. She then did her best to immitate that walk again for herself to try and keep it in mind. She slid in, started the car up and soon set off taking instruction from the vampire as they travelled. She paid attention to every word the woman said and nodded to each phrase. "No lookin' anyone in the eyes... keep you in sigh'... don' talk an' don' drink anything red." she repeated. Looking people in the eyes... was that a respect thing? Or was there something others could do with their eyes? Aly definitely hadn't failed to notice how Sarrahs could glow. Keepingh er in sight was obvious enough, she couldn't help the thief if she didn't know anything was happening. Talking was something Alegra loved to do and she felt at home in social situations... but her time with Sarrah had seen her get used to being farl ess vocal than she usually was. As for the red liquids she assumed that was to avoid accidentally drinking blood though she was sure she'd smell the substance before tasting it. That was definitely something she didn't wish to do.
 
Compliments she received from her young servant was certainly appreciated. By nature, the vampire was unable to show many emotions, a terrorizing frown and a childlike surprise being the most prominent expressions that decorated her round visage. Other emotions that remained in the middle of the spectrum were mostly Sarrah acting, a mere role she played to blend in. She was lucky to still have the ability of feeling arousal. That being said, no one could be sure that it wasn’t part of a convincing act as well. After all, feeding on fresh blood was the least curious mystery that surrounded the vampire. She had long forgotten how it felt to be alive. Thus, all the excitements Aly experienced, even fear itself, regular sensations like restlessness and felicity was a mystery to her. She knew of hunger though. For the rest, she had and would never fully capable of comprehending how and what her servant really felt.

“You are too young I’m afraid.” The redhead replied from the backseat. Two woman were literally centuries apart. Although for Aly’s own wellbeing, the girl didn’t dare to accuse her mistress of being old. “Back in my time, we ladies had not much else to do.” Sarrah suggested. From the day she was born, she was instructed to look good and act coy. “Used the wear dresses so wide, you needed a double door to walk through it.” She explained the reason behind the grand entrance of her mansion, part of it anyway. Those hoop skirts she once wore indeed tended to make things unnecessarily more complicated. Things were quite simpler nowadays, more convenient. “Once you are dead Alegra, there will be a time I would tell today as ancient history as well.” The woman bluntly guessed. “By natural causes I hope.” She added.

During the rest of the trip, Sarrah didn’t interfere with the thief’s driving. She didn’t know the streets as good as Alegra. Once they were in the downtown area of the city, it wasn’t difficult to find a 55 story building anyway. In front of the building, there was already a traffic of luxurious cars coming and going. It surely was an event that targeted wealthy individuals. The old fashioned vampiress personally preferred more traditional, grand ballrooms, and certainly not somewhere 650 feet above with tall windows for walls.

When the car reached its destination in front of the flashy entrance of the tall structure, a valet in suit was quick to open the door for Sarrah. The posh vampiress spun around on her hips and held the man’s gloved hand for assistance. Briefly flashing her shapely legs, the redhead get out of the vehicle with the help of the gentleman. Those nameless servants were not allowed to talk to the guest. They were just paid regular employees equipped with similar set of directions the vampire gave her servant not too long ago. The man next opened the driver’s door for Aly as well, offering the same kind treatment to the thief too. The entrance reminded of a gala event, though cameras and flash photography were lacking for obvious reasons. Sarrah didn’t bother to look back as she headed towards the entrance hall.
 
Alegra let the woman speak about the differences in their ages and actually enjoyed the little insight she got in to the world and time that Sarrah was actually from. She couldn't help but feel the squirming in her stomach but she did her best to push that out of her mind and focus on the drive... not what may happen that night. She knew that with Sarrah every night was possibly a dangerous day that was perhaps her last. She didn't like an overly dangerous life but she could live with it and thrived on the adrenaline at least. The talk about Aly being dead didnt' exactly fill her with confident but she supposed that the creature hoped she died of natural causes was a good sign? Right?

Seeing as Sarrah said little more on their drive she drove in relative silence, she knew her way to the club well enough. The vehicle was nice to drive as well, far better than what she owned. Before long though they were pulling up outside and she saw the valet waiting to take the car. She glanced back at Sarrah for a moment before taking a deep breath and exiting the vehicle so that he could go and park it. She looked up before quickly remembering her instructions and gluing her eyes to the ground. "Look at the floor" she muttered to herself before she followedt he back of the vampiress's legs both excited and intimidated abotu what she might find.
 
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