Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, NonConsensual, Rape, Mind Control, Lesbian, BiSexual, Fiction, Vampires, Mother, Daughter, BDSM, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, Gang Bang, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Slow, School,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Two young Americans fall victim to a lesbian vampire who proceeds to display them in a most unusual fashion in her carnival of eroticism.
The woman rose and fell violently on the man's huge phallus. Although energetic, her enthusiasm was not a fresh enthusiasm. The lines around her mouth and eyes betrayed her actual years and the orgasm, when it came, was not met with the youthful zest, vigor and overwhelming surrender of even a few weeks ago.
One pair of eyes, of the many watching, was not focused on the carnal entertainment in the center ring, but rather scanned the audience for reaction. Victoria was not pleased with what she observed. Although none were so bold as to leave, some were showing telltale signs of boredom, eyes and bodies restless as if to convey that what they were seeing, they had seen before. Victoria noted two couples in the audience turn and smile at each other and motion as if to meet when the show was over -- a sure confirmation of what she had suspected. Janeen was no longer the attraction she had once been. But a few short weeks ago, the tent had been filled with both men and women who paid top dollar to see this beautiful woman perform every conceivable sex act, with their attention riveted to her every move and sound.
Yet how quickly her enthusiasm had waned and been replaced by a willing but rather predictable performance. The tent tonight was only a little over half full. Not good at all thought the Mistress. Even as the woman rolled over on her knees and her nest was taken again, her cries were not those of fresh new pain, but rather of expectation and resignation. As the man orgasmed into her, she fell forward seemingly in exhaustion.
Victoria felt the restlessness of her audience as the light in the center ring faded to blackness and the aisle lights came on to signal an end to the evening's performance. There were a few hand claps from some of the young males present, but even those were halfhearted and soon stopped. As the audience filed past, an older woman whispered in Victoria's ear.
"A rather uninspired performance, Victoria. Your woman seems weary, as is your audience. If you expect me and others to return, you will have to offer better than this! What is needed is someone new, someone different -- and something more than the usual bedroom antics."
The Mistress grimaced faintly.
"Finding another as good, as willing, as Janeen will not be easy."
"Be creative, resourceful," replied the older woman smiling. "I know you can. Remember those private showings you used to give for my husband and me?"
"That was long ago, but I take to heart what you say. Perhaps it is time for a change."
"That's the spirit! When will you be returning?"
"We close here tomorrow and move on to four other cities, but we should be back by the end of next month."
"Good, I hope to see you then... and Victoria..."
Their eyes met.
"... do have something fresh and delicious for us, eh?"
"Of course my lady," answered Mistress Victoria.
As the last of the audience filed out of the tent, she turned to see the young male entertainer leave by a side exit, the woman still lying across the bed. Making quite sure they were alone, Victoria closed and tied shut the tent flaps and walked to the edge of the bed where the attractive redhead was beginning to stir.
"You disappointed me tonight, Janeen."
The younger woman looked up in shock and fear.
"I'm sorry Mistress. I..."
"No excuses, Janeen. You must give these people what they want. What I want!"
"I'm trying Mistress."
"Obviously not hard enough."
"I'll do anything you say, Mistress!"
"Will you, Janeen?"
"Of course my Mistress. Haven't I given my body to man after man to entertain your friends?"
The older woman mused.
"Hmmmm. Yes, that's true, but that may no longer be enough. We are going to have to be more creative with your talents."
"What do you mean, Mistress?"
"Since coming to Carnival Erotica you have made love to many men, but the time has come to expand your talent."
"You want me to make love with more than one man at a time?"
"Yes, but why stop there?"
The young woman's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes Janeen. it is time you developed your carnal talents with women other than me."
"But Mistress, it is you I adore! I have no wish to be with another. It is your kisses, your caresses I live for. I want no one else!"
Victoria was growing impatient with the woman. Janeen had been a beautiful, if somewhat naive, woman in her mid thirties when "recruited" by Victoria. She had unhesitatingly deserted her husband and two children for the privilege of sharing a bed with the woman she shamelessly worshiped.
"Do you love me, Janeen?"
"Mistress, you know I love you more than life itself. My life is yours!"
Janeen looked into the eyes of her lover/mistress.
"It is your body I wish to have close to mine, but if it is your wish, I shall make love to a thousand women!"
"I will expect more than that."
"Command anything you want. I will obey you without hesitation. My body and soul are yours.!"
"Better, Janeen. Much better. We shall talk later of how I will expect you to entertain my guests. Now, I am hungry. It has been several days and I must feed."
An almost unearthly light gleamed in the younger woman's eyes. Slipping off the gown she had just donned, she spread eagled her naked body on the bed, each hand firmly gripping a corner railing. Their eyes met. As the older woman drew closer, Janeen's body writhed in anticipation.
"Yes, my love, I am yours. Take me. TAKE ME!"
The young woman's sensual moans echoed a mixture of pain and pleasure as their bodies met.
The orgy/feast lasted until the early morning hours.