“Interesting...” I said, an eyebrow raised, watching as Joe started the truck and ran over a couple nuns (and his pals) and came right at me. He did a battle cry as he shoved his foot on the gas. I jumped into the air and crashed through the windshield, trying to get my mouth on his throat. The truck crashed into a costume store, and I flew out of the truck, onto a mannequin dressed like an Eskimo....
When I rolled over, I was staring into the barrel of a shotgun. Joe had his finger on the trigger. He was crying.
“Goodbye,” he cooed.
Joe made an expression of petulant annoyance. Next thing I knew, his head was ripped off and tossed away. I ran off as his body stumbled around, confused, the shotgun going off and blasting away his feet, resulting in an applause of blood and bone. The body fell over, dead. I hugged my savior – Rose. We walked out of the store, onto the street, into the chaos: vehicles on fire and overturned, humans running around screeching while pulling out their hair. A speeding car lost control and hit a fire hydrant. A fountain of water licked the sky, washing away the gore on the street. Rose smiled at me.
“What a beautiful night,” she said.
Much laughter got my attention. The nuns were lying on the wet street and fondling each other, kissing in that passionate, sloppy way that I liked so much. Rose and I walked over and joined them...making our way to the center of the orgy. We sat on our butts and, giggling, intertwined our legs...rubbing our pussies together until they were wet. My clit was engorged, throbbing. Her cunt felt so fucking good grinding against mine. We held hands as we got more aggressive, pulling, yanking ourselves closer for more pressure. I felt my belly turning: The cum was building up. We fucked harder, faster....I cried tears of joy – banging my cunt into hers – staring at her with lust in my wide eyes as I snarled, “Fuck me, bitch! Make me cum! Fuck my brains out! Fuck me harder! HARDER!”
I reached out and grabbed a handful of her bouncing tit. The other nuns sat around us in a circle, masturbating, staring, drooling. We fucked away, moaning to the point of screaming as our pussies slapped wetly against each other. My mind snapped.
“I can't take it anymore!”
I got to my feet and stood over Rose. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue out and flicking air. Snarling, I rubbed my clit furiously and blasted cum onto her unblinking eyes and into her mouth, hitting the tonsils. The surrounding vampire nuns shut their eyes and shrieked in rising unison as they all came together – a symphony of musical pleasure. I got down on my knees and hugged Rose, melting in her loving embrace as department stores exploded all around us...fires raging.
It didn't bother us.
It was romantic.
TEN YEARS LATER
10:33pm.
The FBI agent drove into the ghost town. The state had plans to bulldoze everything and in its place build a pineapple factory, so she had to work fast. No one ever figured out what happened to the town, but she was determined – motivated by fame – to solve the mystery. It would shut her parents up, that was for damn sure.
“You're not doing anything with your life,” they always said. “You'll never amount to anything,” they always said.
Such bullshit! Were they nuts? She worked her way up to become an FBI agent. Wasn't that impressive enough? Something to be proud of? Nope. Mommy and Daddy wanted her to take over the family bakery business. Do as your parents say; never mind what you want. Honor thy father and mother. Fuck that jazz. No way in Hell was she going to spend her years baking. No way in Hell....
Why couldn't they just love her unconditionally? To love her no matter what choice she made? Maybe she should just kill herself – that would show them. Stacy felt the tears coming again. She fought them off.
“Stay strong,” she said to her reflection in the rear-view mirror. “You cry; they win.”
She pulled her car over and got out, leaving the headlights on, and looked around. A long time ago, something very bad happened to the town. Everyone died. Got torn up real good. Body parts everywhere. It was a horrific scene, indeed. What had happened? The mystery tickled everyone for years. Rumors spread, calling the place haunted. Ghosts, they all whispered. It got everyone spooked. Not even vandals dared to visit. In fact, as she drove into town, someone had put up a big, old sign long ago that read “Do not enter. Dead things here.” She laughed at it and kept driving.
Stacy walked down the street. All the shops were halfway burned down, all the windows busted.
In one store was a dusty mannequin dressed like an Eskimo. Bored, she picked it up and cleaned it up a bit, standing it up straight.
“So, stranger,” she smiled. “How's about you tell me what happened here all those years ago, eh?”
The Eskimo kept quiet, staring past her, off into the distance. Stacy laughed. Look at me. Trying to strike up a conversation with a mannequin. Damn, this town is getting to me.
Something in the Eskimo's eyes moved.
Stacy turned around, hand on her gun.
A tumbleweed rolled by.
“Shit,” she exhaled, relaxing a bit. “I'm getting freaked out. Not to mention I'm talking to myself.”
And then she felt the eyes on her.
She gazed at a store called Milk's Toys, searching for a face to call out. Someone was staring at her, she just knew it. Her instincts never lied. Her heart raced. She could hear a sound in there, like feet walking on glass, or ice cracking. She took a step toward the store, peering in. Something was in there alright, in the dark, moving around. Stacy pulled out her gun.
“Hello?”
The shadow flew out and tackled her to the ground. Stacy was staring up at the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen.
“My name is Megan,” said the stranger. “I know how hateful life can be – that it feels like the world is against you. I can make you stronger. No one will push you around ever again. Are you interested?”
The End
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Vampire Pleasure Train
Warning: This short story contains explicit scenes of sensual activity involving women and vampires on a train. The characters in this story are over 18. For adult readers only. May induce disturbing dreams if read before bedtime.
The train ran into the tunnel as Kelly snaked her hand up my red shirt and cupped the underside of my breast. The tunnel filled our room with a laborious moan. Kelly licked my lips open and slithered her tongue into my mouth, pushing me against the noisy window. I shut my eyes and crawled my fingers through her hair.
“Kelly,” I groaned, “I love you. I love you so much.”
French kissing me, she pulled up my shirt and slid her hand down my belly, into my panties. She didn't pleasure me yet. As always, she wanted to torture me first. I gave a little laugh. Kelly smiled.
“I can smell you.”
Moonlight hit us as the train speed out into the countryside. Her eyes locked on mine, Kelly played with the puff of pubic hair, our bodies moving up and down. She put two fingers into me. I moaned and grabbed the back of her head...as I raised my leg to give her easy access. She dug in deeper, kissed me – her tongue eager as her fingers. Our mouths were passionate and sloppy; drool dangled from our chins. Kelly's lip gloss made her spit smell like lemons. Her touch was expert. Jolts of pleasure turned my body to mush. My mind sighed. I was gone again, flying in that heavenly place of sexual calm and white noise. That's when the voice came....
Beth, it whispered over the clouds, I'm watching you. I'm touching myself.
It was a woman. I shut my eyes tighter, as if that would somehow choke the voice away. It only made her louder.
I want you. Come to me. Cum for me.
Was it my own thoughts? Was I losing my mind?
“Shit,” I said. “You're making me crazy.”
Kelly rubbed faster, tonguing my neck, her other hand squeezing my sweaty tit over and over, admiring its weight. I felt that familiar thunder in my belly rising. I spoke through clenched teeth, not even realizing wha
t I was saying.
“God... I'm cumming... Don't stop...”
After what seemed like an eternity of holding back, Kelly finally rubbed my clit in that special way – a series of quick, moist, fleshy clicks. Hot lightning ran throughout my extremities. My legs gave out. Kelly held me up, her fingers still busy. My eyes rolled back into my brain. I was convulsing – shock waves of energy tickling my nerves – my nostrils flaring, my mouth open and dripping, my arms limp and flopping around. I must've looked retarded.
And then...the ride ended. Kelly let me fall away from the window, onto the bed of pink and white pillows. She whispered into my ear:
“I'm not done yet.”
Exhausted, I had my hand on my forehead, still trying to come to my senses.
“What?”
She grinned.
“I didn't go yet.”
Kelly took off her clothes and got into bed with me, her large breasts swinging. She pulled off my jeans as I took off my shirt. The small fan on the desk cooled my sweat. I raised my arms up and stretched and smiled.
“I'll be ready to go again in a few seconds,” I said. “Play with my body.”
Kelly opened my thighs and rested her nose on my dry vagina. She smelled in the goodness and licked me, spelling out the alphabet, lubricating me with her spit. It worked. My clit was electric. Kelly started making slurping noises. My natural juices flowed into her mouth. She eased three fingers into my wetness. I pulled my head forward to look at her and saw lust in her eyes. She looked like a hungry animal. I grabbed her wet scalp and let my head plop back onto the pillow. I guess her tongue was sore, because she started rubbing my clit with her lips. I loved the pressure.
“Harder,” I whispered, staring up at the passing shadows on the ceiling. “Feels so good. Don't stop.”
There was a knock on the door. Kelly shot up, lips covered in goo. Mumbling curses, she opened the door to reveal a woman in a long, black dress and a top hat.
“Good evening, ladies,” the woman said. “I have come to invite you to a party.”
“Go away,” Kelly snapped. “Can't you see we're naked?”
She was still cumming. I could see the shimmering juice running down the inner sides of her legs. The stranger poked her head into our room.
“My, my, my,” she said, scanning my nude body, “this room is steamy. If it's nakedness you want, our party will please you, indeed.”
Again, I heard the voice in my head.
Cum. Yes, cum.
I sat up, my breasts bouncing.
“Splendid,” I told the woman. “We'll go.”
I held my hand out and smiled; the woman kissed it and walked me out. She said we didn't need to get dressed. Kelly shrugged and followed.
End of sample chapter.
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Claudia D. Zawa is the author of "The Tentacle and The Werewolf", "Vampire Lesbian Train", and "Exorcist in Love". She lives in Honolulu, Hawaii.
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BOOKS BY CLAUDIA D. ZAWA
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Vampire Pleasure Train
A woman on a train falls in love with a seductive vampire queen. Warning: This short story contains explicit scenes of sensual activity. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult readers only. Includes bonus sample from Nasty Vampire Nun.
Suicide Jump Vampires
Two vampires escape from a military experiment and prove their love for each other by jumping off a building. Warning: This short story contains explicit scenes of sensual activity. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult readers only. Includes bonus sample from Vampire Pleasure Train.
Nasty Vampire Nun
A vampire queen living in an ancient pirate ship seduces a suicidal, nasty nun. Warning: This short story contains explicit scenes of sensual activity. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult readers only. Includes bonus sample from Vampire Pleasure Train.
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