Blood of the Vampiress -- by lightswitch © October 2010 [Lesbian, interracial, white female, black female, bondage, dungeon, reluctant, non-consensual, toys, vampiress (?)] Synopsis: A mean-spirited college girl tries to scare a voodoo priestess with her authentic-looking Halloween costume. ================================== Mama Lucia sat behind the counter at the fetish shop and sighed. Things had turned out far different than she had expected when she'd left Haiti as a teenager over 25 years ago. America was supposed to have been the Land of Opportunity, and it was ... if you were white, born here, and came from wealthy parents. For everyone else, though ... She shouldn't complain, she thought. She was, after all, luckier than most. She had scraped and scrimped and saved enough to buy her own business. She couldn't repress an involuntary blush. "A fetish shop," she sighed. "Who'd have thought that I, Mama Lucia, a voodoo priestess who had been highly respected back in the old country, would end up as the owner of a shop catering to the sexual perversions of degenerate Americans." Worse, being exposed to all of these perversions for so many years was having an effect on her. She found that she actually experienced arousal looking at some of the merchandise, if she let herself. "Been too long since I bin laid," she muttered. For as tough as it had been to find a good man back in Haiti, it seemed all but impossible here in America. It seemed they were all married, gay, criminal, willfully unemployed, or sporting some other American baggage. Lucia stood and regarded herself in the circular anti-shoplifting mirror mounted near the ceiling. She didn't like what she saw, even taking into account the distortion of the convex surface: A once-beautiful black woman who was beginning to be ravaged by time and gravity. At 43, her dark skin was no longer as smooth and soft as dark velvet. Her large, once-proud breasts now showed signs of sagging sliughtly under their own weight, making her look as if she were trying to steal melons under her blouse. Her once firm ass had resembled a perfect hemisphere of mahogany wood when she had been 18. Now, it just seemed big and jutted out way more than she remembered. Her once slender waist had thickened over the years; it looked relatively slender only because her tits and ass had become so big, over the years. "The Old Gods would not be happy to see their priestess fall so far," Lucia thought. She had been reading about potions and rituals that were said to restore youth, but all required fantastic and mythic ingredients that she knew in her heart she'd never obtain: Hair from a unicorn, a scale from a snake demon, blood from a vampire ... Even if she did actually find one of these mythic creatures, she'd never be able to overcome it so as to obtain the ingredient. How could one fight a demon? A vampire? A unicorn? True, she did have a few artifacts that were supposed to be magical -- but she had never seen evidence that they possessed any true powers. "No!" she said, returning to her high stool behind the counter. "I must believe! I must remain true. I am a voodoo priestess!" Her thoughts were interrupted by the jingle of the bells mounted on the storefront door. It was late on a Friday night, but it seemed she had a customer! Lucia didn't care. Halloween always brought out the nutjobs and this year had been no exception. Just because she ran a fetish shop, customers thought she was among the merchandise. The big black woman smiled briefly, aware that she must still be attractive, even though she was on the wrong side of 35, if so many men continued to come on to her. Sadly, though, it seemed that the only men who visited fetish shops seemed to be perverts. She wasn't about to let any of these crazies tie her up or bind her with fur-lined handcuffs! "Hey! Old lady!" Lucia bristled in affront. The voice was that of a young girl, which made Lucia bristle even more. She ignored the arrogant newcomer and kept her focus on the book she had open before her: Occult Remedies. Maybe she'd find some kind of magic that was actually accessible to her in this new country -- magic that would restore her precious youth and beauty. "I need something black and sexy," the voice continued. "It's for my Halloween costume." "Sure it is," Mama Lucia snickered. She'd heard this excuse before, usually from men buying feminine clothing or fetish gear. "God dammit!" the irate young woman shouted. "Are you mocking me, you fat black cow? Do you know who my father is? You'd better get your fat, ugly face out of that book and treat me like a customer!" Frowning, Lucia slammed the book shut and regarded the unpleasant little bitch before her. This young person appeared to be more girl than woman, though Lucia could tell by how the girl was dressed that she attended the local college. The student was shorter than the shopkeeper by about four inches but probably weighed about half as much. The girl had dark blonde hair and extremely pale skin. The fact that she was young and beautiful did nothing to endear her to the frazzled black woman. "Shut chew face, ya littol bitch," Lucia told the angry girl. "I'll git to you win ah git to you." The blonde looked angry enough to kill. "You black cunt!" the white girl screamed. "You'll do what I say or I will fucking rip your throat out!" The blonde gave the shopkeeper an angry snarl, curling her lip and baring her teeth. That's when Lucia saw them. "Fangs!" the horrified shopkeeper whispered. This girl was a ... vampire!?! Lucia had heard the term "my blood ran cold," but had never actually experienced the sensation. Until now. She grasped the counter for support as her legs went weak with fear. "Oh goddess," she thought, "I'm gonna die!" It was late at night; her store was in a bad part of town, and the shop and street appeared deserted. "This beautiful littol undead bitch is gonna kill me," Lucia realized. "She's going to drain me and leave my dead body behind." The black shopkeeper stared at the arrogant white girl, paralyzed with fear. "She's so young," Lucia couldn't help thinking. "So beautiful! If I could be young like that, I'd take the curse de vampire in a second!" But she knew it was too late for that -- she had already aged and if, by some quirk of fate, she *were* to transform rather than be drained, she'd be immortal, but forever stuck in her present, full-figured 43-year-old body. "Yes, young mistress!" Lucia gasped, nodding and bowing as she scrambled out of arm's reach. "Please excuse mah foolish old mouf. What kin ah do for yo Dahk Majesty this eebnen? Please ... let me serve you! Please don' kill me!" The young blonde looked at her in confusion for a few moments. Then realization lit her features and she laughed. "Oh!" she giggled. "You saw my fangs, didn't you! Aren't they great? My father ..." The girl stopped suddenly, giving the shopkeeper a calculating look. "Yes," the blonde hissed, smiling evilly. Lucia shuddered at the blatant display of the vampiress' fangs and averted her gaze. "Yes," the white girl continued, narrowing her eyes at the frightened shopkeeper. "Yes, you have discovered my secret: I AM a vampire! But ... I shall allow you to serve me. I desire something to wear when I go hunting. Something black, to hide me in the shadows. Something sexy to fog my victims' minds with lust." The pale blonde gestured imperiously. "Show me what you have," she commanded. "If you please me in this, you may yet live to see another dawn." Grasping at this straw of salvation, Lucia tripped over her own feet as she hurried to the racks to search for something appropriate for a seductive young vampiress. She found five of her best fetish outfits and laid them out for the vampiress' inspection before retreating to the relative safety of the register. "Naturally," the blonde called after her, "these clothes will be free, right? Vampires don't need money. However, I will let you live, in exchange, OK?" The frightened shopkeeper nodded. What was a few hundred dollars when compared to one's life? The vampire giggled in satisfied glee and began inspecting the outfits. "A vampiress!" Lucia whispered to herself, staring at the blonde in awe as the white girl began trying on the various leather outfits the shopkeeper had brought. "A real vampiress!" So they *did* exist! They weren't just creatures of myth and legend, like she'd just been thinking earlier ... She stopped, the full implications of her situation suddenly dawning on her. "The blood of a vampire!" Lucia whispered, shuddering at the audacity of what she was considering. "If I kin git me de blood of a vampire, and use the right rituals, ah kin use it t'regain mah youth!" Images of herself at 19 came unbidden -- her perfect, dark skin -- the sway of her young, perfectly proportioned ass -- all men's eyes riveted on her spectacular large, gravity-defying young breasts ... ! But to get that blood, Lucia realized, she'd have to find a way to subdue the vampiress -- take her prisoner. This would be tricky. If the bitchy blonde were a normal human, Lucia would be able to easily overpower her, using her superior size and strength. But everyone knew vampires were supernaturally strong! "My magic!" Lucia whispered. Now would be the time to make use of the powerful voodoo magics! If vampires existed, that meant her magic must be real, right?!? She couldn't risk a spell -- the vampiress would recognize it and attack before she could complete it. Perhaps one of the magical items she kept in her locked chest of voodoo treasures? Slowly, Lucia bent over to retrieve the chest, all the while keeping her eye on the young vampiress. The creature seemed oblivious, fixated with delight on the various costumes the shopkeeper had provided. The black woman slowly opened the small chest and examined the contents. Her eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Yes!" she murmured, scooping up a bejeweled section of thick black cloth. The 'Choker of Baron Samos!' It was a decorative piece worn around the neck, said to be magically ensorcelled so as to completely negate the inherent abilities of any supernatural entity! If she could get this on the vampiress, the undead vixen would be robbed of her vampiric powers and would only be as strong as any other pampered, sedentary, 19-year-old white girl! There was a catch, though. The choker had to be fastened by a voodoo priestess wearing full ceremonial garb. Lucia had such garb; but could she approach the vampiress dressed like that? Surely the evil creature would recognize such clothing as raiments of religious power! "This one looks young," Lucia reasoned. "Naive. Maybe she was just recently turned?" And she was American. She may not know what the ceremonial voodoo garb signified. It would be worth a try, for an opportunity at regained youth! Lucia slipped into the back room and removed a cardboard box from behind a cleverly hidden panel in the wall. She took her uniform out of the box and experienced a flash of misgiving. The ceremonial outfit looked so ... small. True, it was designed to show a lot of skin. But she had last worn it when she had been 20. She *had* put on more than a few pounds over the intervening decades. Praying to her voodoo pantheon, she quietly stripped and began putting on her priestess garb. The golden loincloth, hanging from a thin braid of golden rope, was easy to put on, though Lucia could have sworn that more rope had hung down from the side knots when she had last worn this. She also didn't remember it showing nearly as much thigh, hip, and leg. The golden sandals and ornate golden headdress were also easy enough to don. But the ornate bodice proved difficult. The bodice was nothing more than a twist of gold-colored metal, designed to embrace the priestess' breasts with spiral twists that ended in small metal sunbursts that covered the nipples. Being well endowed, Lucia rememberd this piece being a tight fit even at 19. Today, at 43, Lucia found that metal was much more unforgiving than cloth and rope. No matter how she tried to suck in her breath, her large, fat, dark tits were just too big to be contained by the device. In desperation, she bent the metal spiral to allow more room. This worked, to an extent: The bodice slipped over her enormous breasts, but the sunbursts failed to come anywhere close to her exposed, dark nipples. "That should be close enough," the black woman thought, feeling her breathing dangerously constricted by the tight ceremonial outfit. She scooped up the bejeweled neckwear and went out to confront her young undead foe. The pale girl was pirouetting among the racks. Lucia sucked in her breath. This vampiress was so beautiful! The undead white girl had strapped herself into a tightly bound black corset that squeezed her already attractive young body into an exaggerated hourglass figure. The vampiress' large, pale white boobs -- more out than in -- were under such pressure that they were literally popping out -- exploding from from the top. A tiny black triangle of leather set on a few thin leather straps (barely) covered the vampiress' sex, but left her smooth, white ass completely exposed. The outfit was completed by a pair of thigh-high black leather stiletto boots. "At first," the delighted blonde gushed, "I was just going to go with stiletto high heels, you know? After all, when you have legs like mine, you don't want to cover them up, right? But this is really a good look, don't you think?" The blonde glanced up at the priestess, her face showing her puzzlement. "You're a little old for dress-up," the white girl laughed, regarding the garbed priestess in wonder. "But hey ... if that's what gets you off." Lucia heaved a sigh of relief. The vampiress didn't recognize the ceremonial garb of a voodoo priestess! I might just be able to pull this off, the black woman thought. "Oh mighty Princess of Darkness," the shopkeeper said, bowing deeply, "I bring you this rare and valuable accessory to complete your dread image!" The blonde's eyes widened when she saw the glint of jewels. "Gimme!" she demanded. Lucia paled. It had to be fastened on by a voodoo priestess in order to work, she reminded herself. "Please, Dark Mistress," the shopkeeper said, stepping forward, "allow me to put it on for you." "Whatever," the bored blonde said, waving a dismissive hand. Lucia stepped forward and draped the magical artifact around the vampiress' slender, pale throat. The priestess froze in horrified disbelief. The clasp on the choker was broken! There was no way to fasten it! Lucia felt her world collapsing. There went the one chance she'd ever have to capture a vampire and obtain its blood! And even worse, she was now within arms reach of a foul-tempered little vampiress who would probably kill her in a fit of pique once she discovered the promised trinket wouldn't be wearable. Reacting instinctively, Lucia tightened the choker around the vampiress' throat. Perhaps its magic would still work, if a priestess used it as a garrote? The vampiress' bright blue eyes widened in surprise and fear. She clawed at the constricting band of cloth at her throat, but was unable to loosen it from the priestess' frightened grasp. Her pale fists beat feebly at the black woman and Lucia breathed a sigh of relief to see how weak and ineffective the blows were. "Thank the goddess!" the priestess whispered in relief. "The power of the artifact must be working!" She kept up the pressure and was relieved to see the vampiress' pretty blue eyes begin to dim and turn up in her head. The black woman continued to strangle her foe until the beautiful blonde went limp, falling heavily against her. "I ... I've done it!" Lucia whispered, finally releasing her grip and allowing the unconscious girl to fall to the shop floor. "I actually defeated a vampire!" Smiling in triumph, she scooped up the limp white girl and carried her down to the basement. * * * * * * * * * * The basement of the fetish shop had been tricked out as a dungeon. Lucia rarely, if ever, sold any of the dungeon implements here, but they made for a nice background and effective ambience that seemed to help boost sales of the smaller items like dildoes and cockrings. This area also served as the storeroom for excess inventory. One of the devices down here was an inverted Y rack, made of stout wooden beams, leaned back at a 45-degree angle. Lucia set the unconscious blonde down on this device and quickly bound her to it: Wrapping lengths of chain around each pale ankle, she bound each leg to a beam. Then she wrapped more lengths of chain around the vampiress' slim waist, binding her arms and midsection to the device. Finally, she wrapped a length of chain loosely around the vampiress' neck, preventing her from raising her upper body more than an inch or so from the central beam. The shopkeeper then slid a padlock onto each chain wrap, to ensure the supernatural undead creature would not be able to break free. "Chains, not ropes," Lucia panted, nodding in satisfaction at her handiwork. "Without the Choker of Baron Samos, you'll regain your infernal powers and we can't have you breaking free!" The priestess retrieved her book and continued reading to find what she'd need to do to effectively make use of the vampiress' blood. As the black woman read, the bound blonde slowly regained consciousness. "Ohhhhh," the groggy vampiress moaned. "You fucking *bitch*! What the hell is the matter with you?!? You ... you choked me out! Are you some kind of fucking psycho or something?!?" Lucia continued reading, ignoring the pale, ranting creature. The white girl decided to change tacks. "Release me at once, mortal!" she commanded, blue eyes blazing. "And I MAY spare you from being drained dry to quench my undead thirst!" The priestess glanced up, warily. "Do yo worst, hellspawn," she said. "I done blessed dem chains wid voodoo magic and done drawed a magic circle o' containment round dat git-up. You not be goin' nowhere until ah says you kin." "Bitch!" the vampiress screamed, writhing in her bonds. "I am going to suck your blood so hard your eyeballs will pop back inside your head if you don't untie me right NOW!" Lucia ignored her prisoner, scrounging the storeroom shelves for supplies. "Not dis night, mah pretty!" Lucia told the white girl. "You not be de one drinkin' blood tonight. De legend say whoever drink de blood of a vampire -- if it be done right -- will be forebber young!" The pale girl turned even paler. "Drink," she stammered, "drink the blood of a vampire? You mean MY ...?!? You're planning to ... to drink *MY* blood?!?" Her bright blue eyes widened with fear. "You have to be kidding me, right?" the anxious blonde demanded, her words rushing out in a fear-filled stream. "You know there's no such thing as vampires, right? You know this is just a costume, right?" Lucia opened a box and pulled out a huge vibrator, sporting a large, spherical grey head. She popped in batteries and tested it, nodding in satisfaction at the loud buzz that filled the dungeon. "Accordin' t'the books," the priestess said, "ah don' need much -- jes' a few drops. But ah gotta take it the same way you-all take it: troo da neck." The black woman paused to think about this. "Course, ah don' got no fangs. But ah figure if ah suck yo pretty neck hard enough and long enough, ah kin bruise you til you bleed. Tink of it as one hell of a long, painful hickey!" The bound blonde looked at the shopkeeper in horror. "Are you INSANE?!?" she screamed. "I'm a college student, not a vampire! There are no such things as vampires!" Lucia took her gathered supplies and returned to the Y beam. "Ah seed yo fangs," the priestess said. "An' you already admitted what you was. You cain lie yo way outta dis, ebil one!" "Fangs?!?" the distraught white girl shrilled. "Those are part of my costume! My father's an orthodontist and made them special for ...!" The blonde's protests were cut off by the bright red ball gag Lucia pushed into the girl's mouth. The priestess had no idea what an 'ortho-whatever' was, but she could see the vampiress' fangs, clearly visible, now impotently pressed against the red rubber of the ballgag. "Uh huh," the black woman nodded to herself. "You a vampire!" Tears of rage, frustration, and fear welled up in the bound blonde's eyes. She continued trying to scream protests, but the ball gag effectively made that impossible. "Now, it say here," the priestess said, referring back to her book, "dat de heat of de vampire's blood affect da potency o' da youth effect." The black woman squirted some clear lube on the head of the giant vibrator. "Das where dis come in." The vampiress' eyes widened in disbelief. "Nnnng!" she screamed into the ballgag. "Nnnng!" The black woman untied the leather strings keeping the vampiress' thong in place. The tiny black leather triangle fell to the ground, revealing a closely trimmed blonde pussy that almost made Lucia lubricate. "Damn, you one fine lookin' bitch!" she muttered. "You lucky you got turned so young!" Lucia was no lesbian, but this girl was JUST so pretty! The black woman suspected this gorgeous vampiress had no problem luring a steady stream of vibrant young men into her snares. Probably women, too! "Tahm t'heat you up, bloodsucker!" the priestess said, reaching down to stroke the young girl's pussy. The vampiress struggled frantically, but to no avail. "Ya might as well lay back and enjoy it," the black woman advised. "You know ahm gonna heat chew up til you cum and den ahm gonna suck yo young vampire blood. Dat ain' gonna change, so ya might as well lay back and enjoy th' ride." The feisty vampiress wasn't about to just lay back and take it, though. She twisted and contorted her pale body in a desperate bid for freedom. But the chains were too tight and the black priestess' fingers were too skilled - within minutes, Lucia was rewarded by the feel of hot, slippery dampness from the bound blonde's slit. "Dere we go!" Lucia grinned, holding up her fingers for the bound blonde's inspection. "You warmin' up nice-like. Soon as ah make you cum, ah kin start suckin' yo pretty white neck and gittin' younger." The priestess held up the big vibrator and flicked the switch. The loud buzz filled the room and the vampiress regarded the huge vibrator with horror. "Ainchew never used a sex toy befo'?" the black woman asked. "Oh, dey's great! Beats a man, any day! Sex toys don' take you fer granted. Sex toys don' cheat wid udder wimmen. Ah think you really gonna like what comin' next!" The young vampiress shook her head wildly, eyes fixated in fear on the huge vibrator. Her expression clearly showed she was not enjoying the thought of what was coming next. Lucia laughed. "Oh, don' worry chile! Dis much too big t'git stuffed up yo tight lil white pussy. See de shape an' size o' dis? Dis kind o' vibrator meant to be used on yo clittie!" With that, the priestess lowered the huge vibrator and began gently running it along the bound vampiress'slit. The white woman's blue eyes shot wide open and she gave a loud groan into the ballgag. "Yeah," the black woman laughed, watching the blonde's stimulated pussy lips slowly puff out, allowing the vibrating ball to partially slide between them, "you like dat, donchew!" Lucia slowly slid the vibrator up to press lightly against the vampiress' stiff clit. The effect was immediate and electric. The blonde's eyes went even wider and she gave an even louder moan of pleasure into the ballgag. With her legs spread and bound, the white vampiress was helpless to prevent the black priestess' ritualistic violation. Within minutes, the blonde was being pushed unwillingly towards a climax, her taut young body straining against the chains holding her. "Gittin' close," the black woman whispered, brushing her thick, sensual lips against the vampiress' slender, pale throat. "Bet you ain' never been on dis side o' a love bite, has you! Another few minutes an ahm gonna be drinkin' from you, vampire. Another few minutes an' ahm gonna be young again!" The white girl thrashed wildly in her chains, partially in an effort to escape and partially from the intense stimulation on her engorged clit. Clenching her eyes shut, the vampiress tried to will herself not to cum as she bit her fangs hard into the red rubber ball. "Here it come, baby," the priestess whispered, opening her mouth wide and sucking on the side of the white girl's pale, vulnerable neck. For a moment, with the scent of sex heavy in the air and the feel of the vampiress' almost nude body trembling beneath her, Lucia wished she had fangs so she might penetrate this beautiful white girl and drain her of her essence. In that moment, she understood the draw of vampirism. The black woman continued sucking hard on the bound blonde's pale throat, knowing she would be leaving the area purple and bruised when she was done. A coppery taste in her mouth told her she'd broken skin with her sucking. "It be time," the priestess thought, pushing the vibrator down hard on the vampiress' throbbing clit as the black woman increased the force of her suction. The bound blonde stiffened in her bonds, screaming into the ballgag. "This is it," Lucia thought. "Cum for me, baby!" She sucked hard and was rewarded with a taste of blood -- not a lot, but so she could taste it. And that would be enough. The vampiress trembled hard as she orgasmed and the priestess calmly sucked on the vampiress' raw neck until the bound blonde went limp, exhausted and figuratively drained. Lucia released the liplock she'd had on the vampiress' neck and stepped back. The huge, horrible hickey on the side of the white girl's neck stood out and the black woman knew it would take weeks to heal. The young blonde was drenched in sweat and looked half unconscious. The black woman, though, had never felt more alive and vibrant. She could swear she felt youth and vitality flowing through her again. Her big, black boobs seemed to sag a little bit less already! A glance in the nearby full-length mirror showed she still looked to be in her 40s ... albeit early 40s. Had the success only been in her imagination? No, no, she decided ... I definitely look younger. I know I *feel* so much younger! "Maybe mid-30s," Lucia decided, smiling at her increasingly attractive reflection. Obviously it would take more than one feeding to fully regain her youth. The big black woman turned to smile at the beautiful blond chained to the Y-beams. "Looks like you n' me gonna be doin' this for some time t'come," the invigorated shopkeeper told her bedraggled prisoner. "Might take a month or two, but ah know ah can at least reach mah 20s agin! All ah gotta do is keep makin' you cum and then suck your neck until ah kin taste blood." Lucia, already planning new and different ways to force climaxes from the pretty vampiress, didn't notice her bound and gagged prisoner's tearful gaze at both their reflections in the big mirror.