The Elixir

Terry had been running for 20 minutes, her lungs ached. If she didn't stop soon her heart was going to explode. The guys from the bar chased her for what seemed forever. There were four of them; the first two she lost after 5 minutes, but the other two held on like bull dogs to a leg.

It started innocently enough. Terry had gone into the bar just for a quick drink before going home alone to her apartment. When she sat down at a table a man asked if he could sit with her. Not wanting the company, but not wanting to be rude she agreed. He seemed nice and their talk was of the weather and other small stuff. It wasn't long before she was kind of enjoying the conversation. In a meandering sort of way the topic began to get off key. Before long he was telling her about his other three friends and was kind enough to point them out. The three guys all waved from across the room.

Rob; the man sitting with her was hinting at having some fun, with her, and is three friends. At first she was flattered that any guy was showing some interest. He made her feel petty good complimenting her on her good looks and making statements about how fine her ass was and how big and beautiful he figured her titties must be.

Terry was getting uncomfortable and figured it was time to go. As she got up to leave Ron gently grabbed her arm and playfully told her she couldn't possibly leave without giving him a quick flash of her tits. Having had; just one drink too many she figured what the heck, a quick flash wouldn't hurt. Being all brave she lifted her shirt undid her bra and gave the guy a quick peek. His huge smile made her feel sexy, but not wanting to lead him any further into a state of arousal; Terry politely said her good byes and wished him a happy evening.

Not having a car Terry began the walk home. It wasn't until she crossed the street that she realized she was being followed. Not just by Ron but his three friends as well.

'Hey babe' he shouted 'Come on babe lets see those sweet titties again.' Cat calls followed his voice. Panic raised in her heart. If it had only been Ron she might not have run, but four of them scared the shit of her. The word gang bang kept thundering through her mind. And so she ran like the wind quickly putting some distance between her and the possible captors. Terry was in good shape and in just under five minutes two of the four men gave up. The two other mans boots slapped the pavement behind her. There was no yelling, no words uttered, just heavy breathing from three struggling sets of lungs.

Minutes went by with agonizing slowness her thoracic cavity gulped for oxygen. Worse than that, she was completely lost. Running down a street that looked like a warehousing community; there wasn't a soul in sight to plead for help. She could barely hear the footfalls behind then, she had a big gain on the two. Terry couldn't believe they had lasted that long. A twenty minute run was a big deal if you didn't do it everyday.

Terry began to slow down; she couldn't hear anything at all. Relaxing, but still not taking any chances she looked around for a place too hide out until she was sure they had given up. With glance left and right, she chose a door to a building that looked abandoned. A good hard push and the door gave way.

Oh what a great place' she uttered; it was inky black and damn scary inside. She sure as hell wasn't going to go too far in. Inching the door closed left her in complete darkness. Just five minutes, just wait five minutes then get the hell out and get home. That's the last time I ever go into a goddamn bar, she muttered to the dark.

Terry stood with her ear pressed to the door; there was no noise from outside. Taking a deep breath she inched the door open again to let in a crack of light.

'Gotcha! You little bitch!' A mans arm snuck inside the door grabbing her wrist in a vise like grip.

The door ripped wide open; Ron, who was attached to her wrist and his friend Dave stepped inside. 'Didn't think we'd catch up, eh? A hot little bitch like you is worth the run.' Dave laughed.

Terry's breath was gone, she couldn't speak the terror was too much. Panic fully engulfed her; she kicked and fought with everything she had left. Terry didn't feel a thing when a fist flashed out knocking her out cold.

'You stupid fuck, we don't want her passed out, what fun is that.'

'Don't worry, we can tie her up, it won't be long before she comes around. Then we can have all the fun we want.'

Dave and Ron didn't hear or see the dark figure perched above them. They dragged Terry further inside. Dave held her head up off the ground while Ron stumbled around looking for some light source. 'There's got to be a light switch or something around here.'

'Yeah, I don't think so man, the place is a dump and abandoned__' Dave never got to say anything else, something malignant hugged his body. Before he could scream a nasty wet smell enveloped him. Teeth sunk into his neck. Only darkness met his terrified eyes. Shortly nothing but dead weight was left in his body.

Ron turned just in time to see his friend engulfed in a cloak. An inimical stench assaulted his olfactory senses. He didn't stick around to find out what was inside it. Like a streak in the night he ran from the blackness feeling nothing but dumfound terror, just as his friend felt seconds before. Ron didn't quite make it to the door. The sounds of sucking filled the sinister chamber.

The dark figure tossed the used body aside and picked Terry up, cradling her in its arms.

Part two:

Waking up in a strange bed was bad enough, but being tied to it as well; really sucked. Poor Terry tugged at the gold chain holding her captive. She felt alright, except for the sting at the side of her head. Feeling alright was good, but where the hell was she and whose bed was she in? The panic came back threefold, she desperately yanked the chain. A small trickle of blood ran from her wrist. Completely ignoring the pain, she tried harder to get loose. It was hopeless, she was stuck fast and not going anywhere. Unable to contain her anxiety she started to scream, thrashing about, legs kicked at nothing, her arms flailed uselessly as far as the chain would allow, causing more blood to run from her wrists.

Terry was too busy to notice the extremely captivating man with the light blue ethereal eyes enter the room. He held a gold goblet in his right hand. The liquid was meant for her, a calming opiate mixed from a powder he kept for special occasions. The grinds coming from a more ancient time had severed him well by calming his victims and gaining their compliance.

Marc Antony approached, still unnoticed by the thrashing Terry. If she did see him, her mind refused to register, her horror was too great.

Marc placed a hand at the back of her neck, holding her quite still. The gold goblet was pressed to her lips 'Drink,' was all he said. Terry tried to shake her head, his grip tightened until she couldn't move her head at all. 'Drink it; all of it. I won't ask you again''

A little of the liquid snuck inside her mouth and she grimaced at the taste. More slopped down her chin, when her teeth clamped shut. It didn't matter; he pinched her cheeks together until her mouth opened. Then tilted her head back and poured it in.

Terry choked and sputtered it down 'Ahg! What the hell is that! It's foul!'

Marc stepped back and giving her the best rendition of a smile, showing his gleaming white teeth. 'Yes it is foul, but how do you feel?'

'Weird, what the hell was in that? I feel really weird, like I'm not even afraid anymore.'

'It's just a calming elixir; it will help to make you more compliant.'

'Compliant for what?' she asked with a slight frown on her face. Oh she knew all right; more compliant for when he decided to fuck her. There couldn't be any other answer, just great, right out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. Her father always said she was too independent for her own good. Living alone had made her that way, if only she had gone out with a friend, all this might not have happened. Now here she was tied to some strange guy's bed. The only problem was that she wasn't there by her own doing; the bastard had somehow abducted her.

'I require your compliance for certain sexual acts. It's been a long time and I may get a little wild''

'Who the hell are you? You think I'll just let you do whatever you like? Am I Supposed to just let you fuck me?'

'My name is Marc Antony and yes, that's what the elixir is for. In a very short time you'll be quite happy to do whatever I say. Its not however without its benefits to you, I assure you, never have you imagined the kind of wantonness you'll soon feel.'

Terry gulped for breath, suddenly she felt hot and restricted of air. Her body danced with sensations she didn't even know it had. Oh no, it couldn't happen this way; she wouldn't allow it to happen. An idea came to mind and she quickly reacted. Terry slid a finger down her throat hoping to throw up whatever was in that drink.

Marc simply shook his head, his finger waved at her in a no-no gesture. 'I'm afraid that won't do any good, and besides behavior like that will get you spanked.' He said pulling her hand away from her mouth. 'You see the preparation has already seeped deep into your body. There's no way to get rid of it now.' Marc undid the gold chain. 'Stand and take off your clothing.'

Shit the guy was nuts, if he thought she would do that. And yet there she was unbuttoning her shirt. The worse part was that she could feel her nipples rise. Damn his eyes bored straight through her, shit he has really gorgeous eyes'

Terry was hardly aware of her hands undoing the clasp of her bra. Looking at his chest she wondered if he was covered with hair or shaven and smooth. Her jeans unzipped next. Terry glanced at his crotch wondering if he was big and thick or long and thin. Would he be sweet and juicy, she unconsciously licked her lips. With only her panties left, she hardly noticed the jeans, bra and shirt lying on the floor. A small tug at the panties brought them down to her knees.

Marc stopped her then, placing both hands on her shoulder turned her to face the bed. He bent down and removed her panties. His hands slid up her legs and over her bare skin. Tingles of excitement ran down her back, over her bottom and through to her pussy. 'Bend over the edge.' Terry; with a tiny bit of reluctance left, made a bolt for the door. It was the only chance she had before succumbing completely to his will. The door seemed far away like in a dream where you can never quite get to it. An arm snaked out bringing her back, reaching for her neck, fingers wrapped around her now clammy skin. She felt feverish, sweat trickled down her forehead.

The punishment came swift and merciless, over the edge she went face down on the bed, her bare bottom fully exposed to his hot hands. Hot slaps to her bare skin came swiftly, heating her ass, making her bounce and jolt with each one. Over and over his hand fell with heated smacks. Her bottom flamed, turning deep red. She cried out, and then yelled; finally her feet began to kick helplessly in the air. The spanking went on until wracked sobs escaped her lips and tears of pain ran down her face. It wasn't until the spanking was over that she realized her pussy had become quite wet; that her body had betrayed her by releasing a flood of orgasmic juice.

Pulling her up Marc sat her on his lap, he kissed her tears. Her bottom stung, but she clung to him feeling his warmth, it calmed her senses. His mouth whispered kisses down to her dusky pink nipple; gently he teased it with his tongue.

'Before this night is done you will obey me in every way, I'll take on a journey into a place you've never known. In the morning you're free to go. It will be your choice, if you decide to return.'

'I wouldn't worry about the obey part, after that spanking I'm not sure I want to risk another.'

'The elixir helps, but not always completely, I find a spanking helps to gain obedience where the elixir fails. I won't hesitate to put you over my knees and spank you again.'

Terry groaned at the thought of getting her bottom spanked again, like the first wasn't enough. Again her body betrayed her sending signals of delight clear through to her toes. Shivery little impulses ran down her spine when he laid her back down to face him on the bed.

'Spread your legs wide, feel my tongue dance across your flesh.'

Terry's legs fell open, her blue eyes gleamed in the faint light, and her tongue ran over her lips as he dropped down between her legs. Her thoughts blurred one into another as she was washed away into a sea of ecstasy. Over and over he brought her to the edge, sending her body bucking and swaying like an unbroken horse running wild in the wind. His scent was strong, like fresh crystal ginger. Her mouth begged for his tongue, twisting and turning tasting his maleness sending her over the edge in a long aching sweep. She could feel his member rising inside his pants, how she wanted to take it, like a child takes a lollipop savoring the sweetness in the recesses of a warm wet mouth. Finally a silent cry hung like music in the air as her neither regions let go a wash of licentious fluid.

Mark's mouth fell over hers his white teeth growing and receding, but somehow managing to stay in control. His tongue knew no bounds as it wrestled with hers. Terry tasted herself in his mouth, her urgency heightened by the musky perfume.

Breaking their kiss Marc nudged her to turn, 'Roll over.' He demanded. Helpless to disobey she rolled putting her bottom up high. Red streaks from his hand still visible on her skin enraptured him further. Behind her he disrobed, his male member springing free from its long imprisoned cage. Terry's eyes grew in disbelieve when she craned her head for a peek. He was thick, smooth and very long, a beautiful piece of maleness. The wetness crept between her legs running down her thighs.

Hot hands gripped her reddened bottom, her tender flesh stung like a thousand bee's stings. Marc kneaded her round colored globes, then without warning entered her from behind. Sparks flew from her mind, he was so hot, searing her sex; the thick turgid pole stretched her delicate membranes. Throwing her self forward tried to ease the passage of his enraged penis. He gripped her bottom tighter sending flashes of pain through her aching rear; the pole continued it's ascending into her dark nether depths.

Agony and ecstasy were indistinguishable as torrents of man flesh invaded her body; she lost count of the orgasmic floods. His member stiffed to incredible hardness before shooting hot sperm into her womb.

Marc withdrew catching her as she fell into a heap on her side. Lifting her gently carried her out of the room and into another with a tub full of hot steamy water. 'Relax and wash, you may sleep an hour before I return.'

Still reeling from their sex, confusion set in. 'I don't understand where you are going? You can't just leave me here.'

'I won't be far away; I have no intentions of leaving you here. I need time to disassociate or I fear it may not go well for you.'

'You're scaring me, what do you mean? Who the hell are you really? I have questions you know, I need answers.'

I am Strigoiu, a vampire in the strictest sense. Do not fear me as I've chosen you only for the earthly delights, as we just had. I don't wish to harm you.'

Oh that's just great, a vampire! Why didn't you just say so in the beginning 'Shit the trouble I get my self into' Ok so you're a vampire, will you really let me go after were through with theses so called earthly delights?'

'Yes, I give you my word; you will be free to leave.' He said donning a black cloak hanging on a hook.

'That stuff you made me drink must be powerful, I'm thinking if it wasn't I probably be long gone in one way or the other.'

'Yes it has it advantages; its effects won't wear off until the dawn. Now bath and sleep for a short time, when I return I shall ravish another piece of you.' With that his cloak spun around him and he was gone.

Terry for the first time really looked around; it was just a bathroom like any other. It was disappointing until she realized a man like him probably had no use for one. It did however have one thing regular bathrooms did not. Hanging from the door was black leather bag that looked like it might be water proof along with it was an interesting funnel and plastic tubing. Terry wondered if perhaps he collected excess blood inside there. She shivered, but strangely she felt unafraid.

The water seemed normal, relaxing. It was very strange she had no urge to run away like before. Terry bathed like she would in her own place; then calmly leaving the water looked about for something to wear. A thick white towel lay folded on the sink, she was going to wrap that around her self, but instead just dried. Leaving the towel where it was, she padded unconcerned naked back into the bedroom.

Curling up in the bed almost seemed pleasant, just like her bed at home. The thick blood red duvet Smelled of Marc and she settled in, comforted by his scent. Not planning on sleeping, she would take just a moment or two to rest her eyes'

Part three:

Marc stood for some time, watching her sleep. Her blond ringlets curled tightly like little springs. Terry looked so innocent lying there in a heap. Shrugging his shoulders, her innocence did nothing to stop him from enjoying her womanliness. He knew only of his need to partake of her body. There was a time long ago when he felt differently, he may have considered her needs as well. He would use her as long as the night lasted, the elixir would ensure her pleasure as well, and it was all he could offer. The time of caring for someone was long gone and the flesh between his legs began to rise as he gently woke her up.

Like in a hazy dream Terry fought to wake, from a fitful sleep. He was there naked like her. His maleness inches from her face, 'Worship it, as you would a god.' He demanded parting her lips with his rigid shaft. 'No please, its too big, I can't,' she tried to back away still groggy from her sleep. 'Worship it! Or the punishment will be swift!'

'Ok ok, if you're going to put it that way'' she stammered remembering the last punishment. Tentatively she tasted just the tip of his huge appendage. It seemed even larger than before. She wondered if he had the ability to grow at will. Shaking her head at the stupid thought gingerly wrapped her lips around its girth. He was sweet and salty a pleasant mix. Spurned by his nudging it deeper in her mouth, she sucked like it was the last one on earth. He groaned wildly while holding her in place, pumping her mouth with in and out violent strokes. She felt stiff like a board and surprised she didn't gag. It was over before she knew it, his load shooting down her throat.

She hung her head shyly not sure if she had pleased him or not. Marc lifted her chin; his teeth gleamed in the dim light. 'You did well; it's been a long time since I was worshiped that way.'

'Well I glad I could accommodate, I haven't done that much either.' She gave him a slow smile.

'Turn and show me your bottom, I shall take you there as well.'

Whoa now wait minute'' Terry jumped from the bed. 'I don't think that's a good idea, there's no way its going to fit'' She said backing away from him. 'I've never had it up the rear before, please don't make me.' She pleaded biting her lower lip.

'Come back to the bed!' he demanded, 'come now or be punished.'

'No please, it won't fit in my ass!'

Marc wasted no time with further arguments, it was nearing dawn and the elixir was beginning to wear off. He moved like a cat in the night, so quick she barely had time to draw a breath. Without difficulty he put her over his knee and began to spank her bare bottom, harder than before. Terry was soon thrashing wilding over his knee her bottom having never hurt so much. Red hot heat consumed her flesh and she began to cry and plead. 'Please, oh fuck that hurts, stop it, I'll do what ever you say. Owww'' Her bottom got redder, she couldn't take anymore.

Finally he stopped, terry sobbed across his lap. His hands soothed her heated skin, she felt fingers part her rosy cheeks, a finger probed at her anus. She didn't dare move, she wouldn't risk having her bottom spanked like that again.

Marc held her tightly while a second finger pushed inside her still throbbing ass. Terry felt his fingers rimming the edge of her tight anal ring. Calmly she accepted the fact that her ass was to be violated and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Trying to relax as best she could, allowed his fingers to explore her dark cavern. The pain was only slight if she relaxed'

'Get up, on your knees.'

Terry's breath came in ragged gasps, this was it, and he would take her virgin ass. On shaky legs, bottom still on fire from the spanking she got up from his lap. Bravely she crawled up on the bed. Gingerly she knelt down, causing her bottom to rise for him. The bed creaked behind her; she felt the weight shift as he placed himself between her upturned cheeks. Terry bit her lip hard, knowing it was time. A silent cry escaped her, as his penis probed her rear. She cried out loud feeling the mushroom tip enter her, forcing the delicate tissues to stretch. 'Oh no please! Oh fuck! Please don't put it in!' Relentlessly he pushed holding her hips still. Terry closed her blue eyes through the stinging pain, and then he was fully inside.

Reaching for her clit, he played with the tiny button before beginning to pump her ass. The new sensation began too feel nice as the pain left her bottom and she tentatively pressed against him. Pleasures swept her away into an unknown place, their bodies seemed to become as one. She felt him not only in her bottom, but all through her body, as if his member had tentacles spreading everywhere. Terry felt the sharp pain of teeth biting her inflamed skin, sending waves of orgasm through her. Their movement increased to an insane pace, she felt him stiffen, growing impossibly large expanding her insides until; she though she would burst. A final thrust sent streams of cum racing into her bowels and they both collapsed, completely spent.

'Oh fuck I had no idea; it could be like that' Am I bleeding? You bit me didn't you?'

'Yes, but only your muscled parts, you'll be sore when the drink finally wears off. There is only a negative effect if I bite your neck' It's almost dawn, you must leave now.'

'Can I come back sometime?'

His light ethereal eyes, shone in the dawning light, Smiling with gleaming white teeth, he spoke 'You know now where to find me, you presence will always be welcome'' he reached for the cape lying haphazardly on the floor, with twist and turn he was gone'

The end