Message-ID: <15526eli$9809220548@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15526.txt> From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Slayer Tales: Baptism by Fire (M/F+,nc) (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980921165442.01455.00001456@ng60.aol.com> Slayer Tales: Baptism by Fire by PJ Chapter 3 Hardin drew his sword as soon as he saw Bliss racing towards the entrance of the Bier. He walked a short distance forward, crouching into a fighting stance when the panting girl got into melee range. "Step aside! I have to enter the Bier!" exclaimed Bliss, raising her own sword to point at the warrior. "No one may enter the Bier. Go now, girl, or you die." Bliss lashed out with her blade, trying to disarm the stubborn guard in front of her. Hardin parried the blow without effort, retaliating with a quick slash that marred Bliss' left arm. Bliss hissed in pain, backing away a step before renewing her attack with greater ferocity. Swords rang across the countryside as the duelists fought, Bliss' arms starting to ache with the strain of prolonged combat. Hardin was breathing heavily, but otherwise appeared as strong as when the fight started. "You have potential, girl. A pity you won't live long enough to develop it," smiled Hardin, stabbing at Bliss' heaving belly. Bliss dodged aside, but not before the sharp edge of Hardin's sword cut a furrow across her stomach. Bliss ignored the wound, kicking upwards with her right leg, knocking Hardin's sword up as she rammed her own blade into the warrior's stomach. Hardin's eyes grew wide, then relaxed as death claimed him. Bliss raced past Hardin's falling corpse, anxious to enter the Bier and stop whatever dark ritual was occurring inside. Leigh lay trapped atop the lid of the tomb, her wrists held at her sides by the stone hands of the engraved woman beneath her. Darla straddled Leigh's crotch, rubbing her naked pussy against her victim's. Darla leaned down to lick Leigh's nipples, her soft blonde hair falling across Leigh's shuddering breasts. The vampire woman sucked firmly on Leigh's left tit, her fangs scratching the soft flesh without breaking the skin. Darla placed her right hand against Leigh's cunt, rubbing the moist slit energetically, prying open the naked woman's labia to caress the warm pink flesh of Leigh's vagina. Leigh moaned loudly, her lips trembling as she felt the sensual ecstasy of Darla's manipulations. Darla slid forward to kiss Leigh on the mouth, her tongue a cold worm that wriggled obscenely inside the woman's slack jaws. The pentagram around the sarcophagus began to glow again, a deep pulsing blood red light that filled the entire circular chamber. Darla could feel the power of the dead vampire lady flow into her body, the dark magic that would allow her and Lord Isham to walk in the sunlight like the humans they fed upon. Darla closed her eyes, thrusting her pussy against Leigh's, her body burning as she absorbed more and more magic. Lord Isham watched the display with amusement, until he caught a flicker of movement from the entry chamber behind him. Still naked from his own phase of the ritual, the vampire extended claws from his hands, his fangs dripping with saliva while he slowly strode into the dark entry room. The flashing sword blade nearly took Isham's head off as it slashed down upon him. Isham dove aside, but the blade bit deeply into his right shoulder, releasing a gout of steaming black blood. "Bitch!" snarled Isham, glaring at the red-haired maiden brandishing a sword before him. "You killed my best friend, you monster!" spat Bliss, Ertha's dead body behind her on the stone floor. "Necessary for the ritual. If it's any consolation she tasted delicious," chuckled the vampire maliciously. Bliss screamed as she charged Isham, her blade held forward with both hands. Isham slid past the charge, smashing his right fist into the back of Bliss' neck. Bliss fell heavily to the floor, her sword clattering away into the darkness. Isham pounced on top of Bliss, rolling her onto her back, then slapping her across the face until she groaned with pain. He ripped off her clothes with his gleaming claws, scratching her breasts, then prying her legs open while she lay dazed beneath him. "Let's see how much you can take, farm girl," hissed Isham, his eyes glowing red as he rammed his cock into Bliss' virgin pussy. "No!" screamed Bliss, feeling her hymen tear under the piercing jab of the vampire's meat pole. "Umm, nice and tight," growled Isham, thrusting violently into Bliss' cunt, his claws raking across her bent legs. Bliss reached out with her left hand, trying desperately to reach her discarded cross on the floor. Isham detected Bliss' maneuver, he leaned over her, holding her wrists in place with his own large hands. He licked her throbbing neck, nibbling on her skin with his sharp teeth. Bliss' pussy burned painfully, blood dripped from her violated slit as she smashed her forehead against Isham's face. The vampire howled as he drew back, clutching his broken nose. Bliss reached out as far as she could, grasping the lower stem of the cross and bringing it up before Isham. The vampire screamed with revulsion, jumping off of the naked girl and slamming against one of the chamber walls. Bliss hopped to her feet, seizing her fallen blade and slashing it level with Isham's neck. Black blood splashed against the wall and across Bliss as Isham's head flew from his shoulders and plopped to the floor nearby. The vampire lord's headless body twitched once, then exploded into a cloud of thick ash. Bliss turned quickly when a flash of red light came from the crypt entrance. Holding her sword warily, Bliss entered the inner chamber of the Bier, breathing sharply when she saw a naked blonde woman climb off the dead body of her mother. "You killed Isham, eh? Too bad, he was rather handsome," shrugged Darla. "Mother?" asked Bliss softly, her eyes locked on the two fang marks bleeding on her mother's neck. "She's quite dead, my dear," smiled Darla coldly. "But she died for a good cause, now I can walk the day lit world." "You'll never see the dawn," promised Bliss, fresh tears staining her cheeks while she approached the grinning vampire woman. Darla giggled briefly, then dove at Bliss, claws flashing in the light of the fading pentagram. Bliss swung her sword, cutting a deep track across Darla's shoulder blades. Darla hit the floor and rolled to her feet, her tongue sliding out to lick her wet lips. "First blood to you, final blood to me," grinned Darla, charging Bliss again, leaning low this time. Bliss hacked down with her weapon, striking sparks on the floor as Darla sliced a painful series of furrows over Bliss' left side. Bliss clutched her bleeding wounds, the cuts throbbing with pain. Darla charged again without pausing, laughing with dark joy. Bliss grasped her blade with both hands, faking a slice to Darla's torso, then slashing up, catching the vampire's neck upon the razor sharp edge of her weapon. Darla screamed just before her body exploded to ash. Bliss wiped her face, dropping her sword to approach her dead mother's body. She touched Leigh's cold cheek, then fell atop her mother's body, sobbing harshly. Bliss lay over her mother a long time in the dark cold heart of the Bier. "Are you alright?" inquired Camber, adjusting the heavy satchel on his shoulder. "Do you want a few more days to yourself?" "No, we've wasted enough time," replied Bliss, sliding on her leather backpack, then taking one last look at her childhood home. "We better go." Bliss closed the door to the farm cottage, following Camber for awhile before stopping to glance back at the farm she had known all her life. The monk waited patiently, empathizing with his young charge. "Good-bye, mother. I'm going to kill them all, for you," swore Bliss, turning away from her old life to begin her new one as the Slayer. The End. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>