Carnival erotica-2

That evening Shari came bursting into the room to tell Kristy the good news. Not only had she been offered a position at the library, but the librarian had indicated that, due to one of the staff taking maternity leave, a second position was also available for Kristy.

Shari harbored some slight feelings of guilt in asking Kristy to turn down the offer with the carnival, but Kristy showed no hesitation in deciding to accept the library position. Although the prospect of travel with the carnival was exciting, she, like Shari, was having some second thoughts about Victoria VaSannte. The woman seemed a bit too mysterious, too sure of herself. Kristy had decided she might be demanding, difficult to work for. Besides, now that the second position was available at the library, it meant she and Shari could share the apartment and each other’s company for the entire summer.

So she told Shari that, first thing in the morning, she would drop by the library to accept the position, right after informing Mistress Victoria that she would not be leaving with the carnival.
To celebrate, Shari called a classmate who had asked her several times to go out with him. He, in turn, brought a friend, Eric and the four went out to dinner. Eric was handsome, very masculine, yet gentle which Kristy found endearing. They laughed and talked with an ease which convinced Kristy, especially after Eric asked to see her again, that the summer spent here was going to be an interesting one after all.

Kristy was just a bit uneasy. Riding a bicycle at night in a strange country was a bit unnerving, but, all in all, she reasoned, she was probably safer than on the streets of a city in the U.S.

When she had tried to contact Victoria VaSannte that morning, she had been informed the Mistress was away for the day and would not return until after dark. She had also struck out at the library for the librarian was in a meeting when she stopped by, so she had decided to try again the following morning.

Kristy leaned her bike against a tree and walked the remaining distance to the carnival wagon she sought. She noted, puzzled, that the carnival seemed to be comprised of only one main tent and that was only of moderate size. It also struck her as odd that the carnival was set up on the private estate of a wealthy landowner about five miles from town. But, as she approached the wagon, a slight smile crossed her lips as her thoughts drifted to last night and Eric.

She climbed the two steps and started to knock on the door, noting the weather-beaten gaudy paint so typical of carnival wagons. This one was larger than the other wagons and was obviously used as living quarters. She could just make out the gold letters on the door.

Mistress Victoria VaSannte

“Come in Miss Anders.”

Kristy’s mouth dropped open. She hadn’t yet knocked. Her curiosity aroused, she opened the door and stepped in, glancing at the interior. On one end was a kitchen and small dining area. On the other a large circular bed covered with a bedspread featuring gypsy designs which Kristy found both attractive and fascinating. In the middle of the wagon sat Victoria VaSannte on a large overstuffed sofa.

“How did you know… ?

“That it was you? I told you yesterday, I know what I need to know. Come in Kristy, sit down.”

“I really can’t. I’m afraid I’ve come to tell you…”

“Ah yes,” said the Mistress, “the job at the library with your friend.”
Kristy’s eyes widened.

“But how…”

“Kristy, just suffice it to say there are virtually no secrets from me. I know everything I need or want to know.”

“Oh come on now. You can’t possibly know what…”

“You are thinking? My dear I can look into your mind, your heart and your very soul anytime I wish.”

She glimpsed Kristy’s unbelieving expression.

“For instance, I know you were thinking of the young man you went out with last night as you approached my wagon. Think of his name Kristy… ah yes, Eric! How handsome, how charming and yet he disappointed you last night in one respect. He didn’t kiss you good night!”

The young girl was amazed at how this woman could know so much. She hadn’t even mentioned to Shari about not being kissed. How could this woman know that?

“Because I truly can enter your mind whenever I wish!”

Kristy was aghast at having her own thoughts answered. This was getting uncomfortable, too uncomfortable.

“I’d better be going. I just came to say thank you for the offer, but I’ve decided to take the position at the library.”

She turned hurriedly to exit but something very familiar brought her up short. She turned obediently in both amazement and fear. Victoria VaSannte was smiling, but it was a smile born of superiority, power and complete self assurance. The presence, the same presence which had overwhelmed her at the cafe yesterday, was again compelling Kristy to obey. But now it was stronger, much stronger than before. Frightened, the young girl looked into the older woman’s eyes.

“Yes, Kristy. It was I whose presence you felt yesterday and it is I you feel now wresting control of your will!”

Kristy’s eyes were alight with fear. She tried to run, to flee before her will was no longer her own, yet she had no more thought of escaping when the presence swept over her like a swift moving fog.

The eyes of the older woman burned into those of the girl.

Slowly, as if in a bizarre slow motion sequence, Kristy turned back to her captor, no longer able, no longer wishing to escape.

Kristy found herself walking slowly to the sofa.

“You needn’t try to resist Kristy. You cannot. I am infinitely stronger that you. I have found you. I have selected you and… I shall have you!”

Fear chilled her, yet she was powerless to move. As each moment passed, Kristy felt her desire to flee being sapped, weakening. Again, as before, her will to resist was rapidly being replaced by the overwhelming urge to obey. As quickly as any thought of resistance entered her mind, a tidal wave of unimaginable power would seep away all traces of that resistance. With each new wave came the desire for obedience, subservience, acceptance and finally desire. In but a few moments, as had been the case yesterday, Kristy wanted to obey.

Victoria stretched out on the sofa. She motioned for the girl to stand in front of her.

“As you can see Kristy,” said Victoria, “I am in complete control. From this moment on you are mine. You will serve and obey only me. Nothing else matters.”

The thought was weak, but surfaced immediately.

Why?

“A reasonable question Kristy. You have a wonderfully inquisitive mind. I don’t mind satisfying that curiosity with a few answers, especially when no one else will ever know.”

Victoria VaSannte was an exquisitely beautiful and mysterious woman. Possessed of a dark complexion with hair and eyes to match, her figure was trim and seductive. Her long slim legs and the heels she wore made her as tall or taller than many men.

Kristy felt both a spiritual and physical fascination for this woman.

“You see,” she began, “I am not of your species. My people are of earthly origin, but at some time in the remote past, your species and mine diverged. Although I do not feed as often as humans, I do require sustenance from time to time. That is one reason why I selected you. I read your innermost thoughts and desires at the cafe yesterday. You are a virgin with no history of blood transfusion.”

Puzzlement joined fear on the face of the young woman.
“It is quite simple, my dear. I feed on blood, human blood. I was simply ensuring that my food would be untainted.”

Then you’re a…

“Vampire?” said Victoria smiling. “Perhaps, but certainly not anything like those horrible movies you Americans make. The only abnormal power I have is over your mind. I am just as mortal as you although my species does live quite a bit longer than yours.”

Victoria smiled as she opened the robe she was wearing to reveal her naked body. Under other circumstances, Kristy would have been totally repulsed by such a display, yet she feasted upon the long black hair, full firm breasts and nipples surrounded by large dark aureoles. A slim waist gave way to curvaceous hips and those long slender legs. Kristy, however, could not take her eyes away from the coal black glistening nest and vaginal lips which seemed to invite being kissed.

Kristy felt her vagina tighten and moisten.

“I am over one hundred twenty-five years old,” said the older woman.

And you stay young by…

“Feeding on humans?” Victoria finished her thought aloud. “No. Actually with a lifetime of some five hundred years, I am still quite young. Your blood is simply my sustenance.”

Are you… ?

“Going to kill you?” Victoria laughed. “Please forget those dreadful movies and campfire stories. True, it has been my race which is responsible for the vampire legends, but as with all legends, what semblance of truth there once was, has long since been replaced with wild exaggeration and old wives tales. I will feed upon you Kristy, but the amount of blood I will take from you is relatively small and I need feed only once or twice a week.”

Will I… ?

“Become like me? A vampire? No, of course not. Contrary to your popular notions, my feeding will bring no harm to you at all.”

Then how… ?

“Do we reproduce? By having a human serve as host to our egg. The egg is implanted in the host and matures in a short time. The young are nurtured as you would your own kind.”

You… ?

“I am an egg layer, a queen if you will. Most of our species is sterile. Only a few, like me, are capable of fertilization.”

How… ?

“Self fertilization. The egg I implant in the host is already fertilized. The host simply provides the few minutes of biological nurturing necessary for the child to be born.”

Why… ?

“Don’t we tell humans of our existence? Because you humans have possessed an irrational fear of us since antiquity. We keep our existence secret because humans have persecuted us, burned us at the stake, killed us off as monsters. We are not monsters, Kristy. We live, we breathe, we die, just like you.”

Then… ?

“Why am I willing to tell you all this? It does no harm since I control your mind and will prevent you from relating what I have told you to anyone else. I can give to or take from your mind at will.”

As if in proof Victoria smiled.

“Think Kristy! Think of your darkest secret — that which you would never reveal to anyone.”

Kristy tried not to delve into those corners of her mind, but despite her efforts the images began to form.

“Oh my dear Kristy, you can do better than cheating on a fifth grade exam or lying to your parents so you could attend a slumber party.”

Kristy’s mouth dropped open.

“Something a little more interesting.”

The girl’s mind was betraying her.

” There is something else, something more deeply buried. Ah… yes! A snowbound night of oral delights with your sister.”

Kristy’s face burned.

“You needn’t be embarrassed Kristy. As you can see there is nothing you can hide from me. Accept it. Give yourself to me completely and you will find far more pleasure here than in that mountain cabin.”

But… ?

“Enough questions for now, for I am hungry!”

The girl’s fear returned, despite her fascination.

“You will feel some pain my dear, but nothing compared to the intense pleasure my feeding will bring you.”

Kristy was compelled to obey, her breath quickening. Her heart raced as the moment approached when she would experience for real what she, the world, had thought mere fantasy.

She looked into Victoria’s eyes and any last shred of resistance melted away.

“Kristy, show me your body!”

The helpless, obedient slave stepped out of her tennis shoes and jeans and slipped the bulky sweater over her head. She wore no bra so her small, firm, nicely shaped breasts brought an approving look from Victoria. The nipples were also small but erect, calling attention to this aspect of her femininity. Her hands worked the black string bikini down and off.

Kristy Anders stood nude in front of her new-found Mistress.

“Ah, you are lovely, Kristy. I shall enjoy feeding from you.”

Victoria stood, letting the robe fall to the floor. She smiled as her mind willed her victim to her in obedience. Although only five inches shorter than her captor, it seemed to Kristy the woman towered over her, piercing her eyes with orbs of fire.

Kristy’s fear was equaled by her sexual arousal. Never had she encountered anyone, anything, which produced such a desire, a mindless passion for sexual fulfillment. The passion she and her sister Andrea had shared that night long ago was nothing compared to the inferno burning within her now. Her body trembled in fear and anticipation.

The Mistress embraced Kristy, her hands moving seductively down to grasp Kristy’s cheeks and pull the young body against her own. Kristy’s eyes remained riveted to those of her mistress as Victoria slowly brought her mouth toward the young woman.

Kristy was feverish with desire. Her body burned for this woman/vampire. Her arms stayed at her sides because Victoria willed it, but Kristy’s mouth opened slightly and she gasped as Victoria’s hands slid onto her breasts, cupping, caressing, pinching.

Victoria’s lips were only inches from her own as the helpless young woman let her eyes close in total acceptance of what her new mistress desired. Their lips met and Kristy’s mouth opened to eagerly accept the tongue which violated/excited her. She drank heavily as her Mistress penetrated her mouth and throat. The older woman’s hands came up to cradle her head as Victoria forced her tongue deeper and deeper into her willing victim.

So intense was her arousal that Kristy experienced spontaneous orgasm, shaking feverishly as the wave of intense pleasure swept through her.

“Very good, my dear,” smiled her Mistress. “Now you are ready… and my hunger burns!”

Kristy’s eyes closed once again and her head inclined to bare her neck in acceptance of the pain/pleasure of her Mistress/lover.

Victoria smiled.

“Foolish little human. Why should I take you where others could see?”

The command was unspoken, but Kristy moved to the bed and lay down on her back in obedience. Victoria lay beside her. They kissed again and as Victoria began a slow descent of exploration with her tongue and hands, Kristy grabbed the vertical brass railing behind her head. She was delirious with anticipation and sensual need. She moaned softly as Victoria’s tongue found her breasts, then made its way tantalizingly to her navel. It was hard now for Kristy to determine how much of her need for sexual satisfaction was the result of Victoria’s power over her and how much came from her attraction to the woman and her own deeply embedded need for sexual release.

She moaned and her lips formed the barely audible words, “Yes!… Yes!”

Victoria gracefully changed position and now lay inverted in relation to Kristy as her tongue drifted into the girl’s pubic hair. Kristy’s breathing was rapid and shallow, her nipples erect and rock hard.

The vampire gently swung her body across that of her victim. Two sets of facial lips were now poised close to labial lips. Kristy raised her head slightly to kiss her Mistress, plunge her tongue into the woman she now served, worshiped — to whom she now belonged.

“No, Kristy! Another time!”

Victoria’s tongue darted momentarily into the young woman’s nest. Kristy’s legs spread widely to accept the pain/pleasure of her Mistress, her fear still real, but pale compared to the desire she felt to have this woman take her.

Victoria raised her head slightly and looked back into her victim’s eyes as her mouth opened. Kristy’s eyes widened in fear and fascination to see two fangs begin to grow. Slowly the piercing instruments extruded until each was more than an inch long. Turning back, Victoria gently spread the young woman’s labial lips exposing the small mound she sought.

“Now Kristy… I FEED!”

In near frenzy, aching to be violated, the girl cried out.

“Yes! Yes! Take me Mistress! I’m yours!”

The fangs sank deeply, straddling the clitoris.

Kristy cried out in pain and pleasure as she arched her nest to bring the instruments of pain ever deeper into her.

As the blood began to flow across the small mound, Victoria began sucking, using lips and tongue, bringing Kristy to instant orgasm. Her body shivered with an intensity she had never before experienced. In her wildest dreams, Kristy never imagined the overwhelming power of the orgasm which swept over her.

Victoria, feeling the girl climax and reveling in her helplessness and desire, increased the intensity of her feeding which brought her victim to orgasm again and again. With each new painful thrust of those daggers which robbed her of her body’s most vital fluid, Kristy Anders convulsed with orgasm after orgasm.

“Yes! Again! I’m coming again!” she cried as each new wave of sensual gratification drove not only Kristy, but Victoria as well, to renewed efforts.

The feasting frenzy lasted until Victoria, satiated, increased the stimulation of tongue on clitoris to an incredible rate which Kristy could no longer bear.

“OH God!” she screamed.

As the most massive and monstrous orgasm of all totally consumed her, Kristy Anders fainted dead away.

“Very good, my pet, very good!” Victoria whispered into the ear of the unconscious girl. “Now here is what I want you to do…”

It was after three a.m. when Kristy quietly let herself into the apartment. She had hoped to find Shari asleep, but her friend, who was in the kitchen pouring herself a fifth cup of coffee, came running into the front room.

“Kristy, where in the world have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m OK. I took a long walk to do some thinking,” lied her roommate.

“You don’t sound OK. Your voice sounds different somehow.”

“I’m just tired.”

“I called Eric, but he said he hadn’t seen you. Then I called the police but they said you’d probably turn up by morning, if not, to file a missing persons report.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m all right. I just needed some time to make my decision.”

“Decision?”

“Yes. I’ve decided to accept the position with the carnival after all. Mistress Victoria was quite persuasive. She even agreed to help me with tuition this Fall.

Shari’s face fell in disappointment and consternation.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I don’t trust that woman.”

“She’s really quite nice after you get to know her, I’m looking forward to traveling with her.”

“But what do you know about her… really?”

There was a momentary pause as the power of the vampire closed off certain areas of Kristy’s mind.

“Just that she’s a gypsy and quite successful with the carnival.”

“And knowing only that about her, you agreed to go off to God knows where?”

“It’s not like that. I like her. She’s very good to me.”

“But…”

“Shari, I’m tired and I really don’t want to talk about it any more. I would appreciate it if you would tell them at the library that I am grateful for the offer, but I won’t be coming to work there.”

“Are you sure about this Kristy?”

“Yes,” she answered impatiently, “very sure!”

And with that, they went to bed where Kristy fell into a troubled sleep, filled with dreams of erotic vampires and Shari spent most of the night worrying about her friend.

The next afternoon, their final exams completed, Shari insisted on helping Kristy move. Her belongings were meager, mostly clothes, so the two soon had them loaded into a car which Shari had managed to borrow.

As they drove from the outskirts of town, Shari tried to broach the subject of Kristy changing her mind, but her friend was adamant and closed the topic to discussion.

“Aren’t you even going to say good-bye to Eric?”

“No. Maybe it’s better this way. He’d probably just try to get me to stay… like someone else I know.”

“I just hope you know what you’re doing. What about your parents?”

“I’ll write them soon. They already know I’m spending the Summer.”

The car pulled in next to the wagon where Kristy had spent most of the night before. They noticed a red headed woman neither of them had seen before leave the wagon carrying some belongings. She looked back at them and for a moment, her icy stare sending a chill up Kristy’s back. The woman disappeared into one of the other wagons slamming the door in obvious anger.

“What’s her problem?”

“Beats me. Come on, let’s get my stuff inside.”

“You’re staying in the same wagon with her?” asked Shari, a twinge of jealousy coursing through her as she noted the name on the door.

“Yes. Victoria wants me close so we can get more work done without traveling back and forth between wagons.”

As Shari reached for the handle, the door swung open.

“Ah, Miss Stevens. So nice to see you again. And how nice of you to help Kristy move her things.”

Shari could see the eyes behind the dark sunglasses and immediately felt uncomfortable under the older woman’s gaze.

“Quite frankly, I wish she…”

“Weren’t going?” finished Victoria. “Understandable that a close friend would feel that way, especially when one would like to be an even closer friend… much closer.”

Shari hid the slight gasp as she looked to Victoria. The Mistress did nothing to conceal the smile which told Shari she knew Shari’s true feelings toward Kristy. Kristy however did not seem to notice.

“But I can assure you I will take very good care of her,” smiled Victoria, letting Shari know emphatically who had won the affections of the young blonde.
Shari thought to herself, I wish I could…
“Be sure of that?” said Victoria completing the thought and startling the young attractive black woman. “She could not be in better hands,” she said, gently and sensuously running her fingers through Kristy’s hair.

Her discomfort and jealousy growing by the minute, Shari turned to her friend.

“I’ll miss you Kristy. I hope we can see each other again before we have to return to the States.”

“Oh, we’ll be returning here before the Summer is out, but I’ll miss you too Shari. I’ll write. I promise.”

“You’re absolutely sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” replied Kristy to the approving smile of her Mistress.

Still not totally convinced her friend was making the right decision, Shari gave Kristy a hug and departed.

Kristy turned to Victoria whose hand came under her chin inclining her head upward toward the vampire. Her eyes closed as Kristy felt the sensuous lips against her own and her mouth opened to accept Victoria’s tongue.

“Welcome to Carnival Erotica, my sweet,” smiled the Mistress at her adoring slave.

They ate together by candlelight. The wine was intoxicating, but nothing to match the nature of the feelings Kristy was experiencing just looking at, just being near, her Mistress. Victoria no longer needed to exercise complete control. She allowed the young woman some freedom of mind, knowing Kristy’s curiosity and her deeply buried, but highly sensual nature were virtually the only control needed to keep her captive.

“Why am I so attracted to you? I can tell when you are controlling me and you aren’t right now. Yet I have no desire to leave. I want only to be with you, knowing full well you will feed on me again.”

“You humans have deeply repressed sexual urges. My kind simply allows you to bypass your inhibitions and express your true desires.”

“You mean I’m a lesbian?”

“No,” smiled the Mistress, “you obviously are bisexual. I also felt your inner desires for the young man. What was his name, Eric? Your sister is still an object of your sexual desire even though you have buried that desire deeply and whether you know it or not, both you and your friend Shari are strongly attracted to each other sexually. Underneath you are quite an erotic young woman, Kristy.”

The girl blushed.

“Do you… ?” she paused.

“Attract men, feed on them? Yes, occasionally, but it is the female of your species I desire most. Your sexual desires are repressed much more deeply than those of men and, once released, are much more powerful.”

Her mind reached out to Kristy. The young woman, sensing what her Mistress wanted, pulled back the robe she wore exposing her breasts.

“And your bodies are much more attractive to me. Your blood is hotter and your orgasms more intense.”

She simply smiled and looked at her young captive and Kristy experienced a strong spontaneous orgasm, her body shivering uncontrollably, her grunts of release loud and prolonged.

“I can give you what no other man or woman can Kristy. I can give you the freedom of total release. No inhibitions, nothing to hold you back from experiencing any and every pleasure you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Victoria glanced again at her pet.

“There is also something else I will give you Kristy. I will provide for you the answers your inquisitive nature seeks. I will reveal to you the truth about my kind. Perhaps someday, when we are ready, you will be able to share this knowledge with your world. All you need do is serve me.”

Kristy responded by throwing herself at the feet of her Mistress, hugging her legs in supplication.

“There is nothing more I could want than to serve you. Please share with me, feed on my body, take whatever you want from me. I only want to be near you.”

Victoria smiled. She knew she had won complete victory. The girl was hopelessly in love/lust and would no longer require much control at all.

Kristy placed her head in Victoria’s lap, her Mistress’ robe parting to reveal the mysterious and sensuous nest. Thinking to pleasure her Mistress, Kristy’s tongue sought the soft labial lips.

“No, Kristy,” came the gentle rebuke. “There will come a time, when you are ready, that I shall open my legs to your warm mouth.”

“I am ready Mistress. Let me taste you now.”

“Not yet my dear,” said Victoria closing her gown, “there is still so much you do not know. I am more different from you than you can imagine.”

“You are far more beautiful than I,” said the young love slave, “but our bodies otherwise are the same.”

“Not so! My true form is quite different from that which you see before you. I take human form for convenience and to hide my true identity.”

“How?”

“Immediately after birth we are placed at the breast of a human host. During suckling our bodies gradually change to take on human form. Some take the form of males and others females. Only those who take on female form can ever become queens and only a rare few of those actually do.”

Once again Kristy’s innate sense of curiosity drove her to know more.

“But I have seen no children.”

“My function is to bear the young, not raise them. As soon as they take human form, I give them to others of my kind who raise them until they are old enough to accept who they are and survive in your world.”

Kristy’s mind was spinning, groping to accept and understand.

“Then you…”

“Have nothing to do with crypts and coffins and the undead. And no, I don’t change into a bat and fly around. Yes, a wooden stake will kill me the same as you, but so will being hit by a car or contracting a disease.”

“The sunglasses?”

“We have a genetic disorder which makes our eyes extremely sensitive to light. We avoid going out in the strong daylight for that reason, but as you saw at the cafe, I didn’t melt in daylight as your vampire myths would have you believe.”

Kristy had a thousand more questions, but she sensed her Mistress was tiring of the role of teacher so she decided to change the subject.

“Who was the woman we saw leaving your wagon today?”

“Her name is Janeen. She is the star performer with the carnival. Until today, she lived herewith me.”

“Is she…”

“Like me? No, she is human. A slave to me, like you.”

Pangs of jealousy raced through Kristy. She did not relish the thought of sharing Victoria’s affection with anyone. She also realized, from the woman’s look today, that Janeen felt the same way. She obviously did not take well her banishment to another wagon.

“But now you have chosen me,” smiled Kristy.

“Understand Kristy. I take who I wish, when I wish, how I wish. You may stay with me for as long as you serve me well. Disappoint me and…”

“Oh I would never do that Mistress. I will do anything for you!”

“We shall see Kristy. Now let’s get dressed. The show will be starting shortly. I want you to see what serving me really means.”