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Wrote a story based on images submitted under the "women in danger"
thread. thought she looked like a vampire so I wrote it along that line. 😀
Baath was in her adolescence years, a blooming female being of great beauty, one that was admired by plenty of her kind. Like most adolescence, Baath to a liking to independence, and similar to a majority of teens, Baath was rebellious to any form of authority. The budding Baath had always been closer to peers than her parents, and took to the habit of attending parties not returning till sunrise. On the surface, Baath was just like any human youngster, but there was one property that served as a fence between her teenage world and the human teenage world: Baath was a vampire.
In popular belief, vampires are stereotyped as alienated beings that wander the night, preying on human blood, with a black and red cape, donning a hideous complexion. Through the media, mortal men now believe that the only solution to exterminating a vampire was to drive a stake down his or her chest. This view on vampires, however, would not apply to Baath’s sect, for it was stereotyped in that sense because it was the properties of the nightstalker sect of vampires. Baath belonged to the gloom sect of vampires.
It wasn’t called the gloom sect for nothing. Members of the gloom clan were infamous for their lack of laughter or expressions of happiness. Most that belonged to the gloom clan were trained from a tender age to never break a smile, a practice that had been carried out for tens of generations. The purpose that drove the vampires to suffocate themselves of expression was actually the will to live. Just as the nightstalker sect members could be killed with a stake to the chest, the members of the gloom sect could exterminated only with breaking a wide enough smile or openly laughing. Few possess the knowledge of the gloom clan’s weakness, so the gloom clan members have been one of the more indestructible vampires, hence their ability to live in the modern, populace world. Baath, being a member of the gloom clan, never broke a smile. Despite her attractive features, her face as a whole was dampened by her consistent unmoved expression. As a result of this setback, bath wore copious makeup to hide her cold expression.
Adolescence was adolescence, and gloom teenagers still hung out in locations other that the vampire headquarters, in other words, they did cross over into the human world. Light was a blinding factor to all vampires, no matter what clan they were born to, so gloom vampires came out to play past late noon, when the sun was less intense. Even then, it was hard for their vampire vision to be fully functional. Light did not harm them, but it was a incapacitating agent to a vampire. As mentioned above, few knew about the weaknesses of the gloom vampires, but the few were those that possessed that knowledge did not necessarily possess good intentions towards the gloom vampires either. Most of those that took the time to discover such weaknesses of vampires were vampire hunters. These were the memvers of the human society that humans themselves passed ff as crackpots that wasted their lives on a hoaxed subject, but brought fear to the heart of vampires. Van helsing was the greatest of greatest vampire hunters, and luckily for the gloom clan, he left the human world before the first gloom set foot on this earth. However, those that have followed in the footsteps of van helsing have been a threat to the vampire race, no matter what clan.
*
Another known fact of adolescence was the inability to assess risk sometimes. Although bath was almost eighteen, she still like to flirt with danger’s line at times. For example, cross over to the human world too early in the day, when the sun would seize almost all visual ability from any vampire, and when streets were still filled with human beings, a race that did not tolerate anything slightly different from themselves. Baath would also intermingle with human men sometimes, as human and gloom men did not visually appear any different. As a matter of a fact, she preferred the emotions that human men displayed in comparison to the stone cold attitude that gloom clan vampires displayed. Of course, Baath was aware of her own inability to display emotion, so she wore some makeup to pass of as a moderate follower of the goth culture, as an excuse for her gloomy appearance. One day, bath and several other of her gal pals decided to cross the border between the human and vampire world at around 8:45 pm at night. Although it was winter, and then sun was almst undetectable to the human eye, the small corpuscles of light coming from the smallest edge of the sun still sticking above the horizon was felt strongly by Baath and her friends. They darted to the city area where the concrete jungle would shield them from scorching light of the setting sun.
Baath got on with the usual, intermingling with those of the human race. She entered the pub downtown, hoping to find some company. It usually never was a problem, since her age and attractiveness did help her catch the eyes of many men. It was just like bait that was released into a pond of starved fish. Baath put her sunglasses on to increase visibility, by eliminating excess light. She scanned the pub for anyone approaching to buy her a drink. A dark haired, well built young man approached the young vampire, also wearing thick sunglasses, probably a fashion in the human world, Baath thought to herself. Baath beamed at the sight of the man walking toward her. Initially, the young man was sitting in a booth, with his arms around two other women, which he abandoned after setting sight on Baath. The actions of this man touched meant something to Baath, making her feel important, yet she could not smile at him to show approval or happiness to his actions. The man said in a masculine voice if he might buy her a drink, and she obliged to his request. Baath turned back to see her girl friends eyeing her with envy. That sight made Baath treasure this man more. So the gentleman brought two drinks back with him. Baath and the man carried out a casual conversation. Baath told him her name, he told him hers. He called himself Will. They exchanged comments on everyday life, Baath trying conjuring up a fake persona so as not to scare the man. Baath’s face soon began to flush, but the young vamp passed it off as the effect of the alcohol. Within minutes, Baath began to experience boudle vision, and then nausea, followed by dizziness. She experienced side effects to the point where she could no longer sit up straight. But Baath’s main worry was scaring off the young, who did not seem to take much notice to Baath nearly falling of her seat and swaying back and forth in dizziness. That was the last thing memory the young man that Baath could recall.
*
When Baath awoke, the man was gone, the pub was gone, and her eyes felt better without having to bear the burden of sunlight. Little did she realize that what was shielding her eyes from the sun was a blindfold, not something that vampires would encounter much. Before she could question herself about the incidence at the bar, the blindfold was torn from her face, and spotlights were directed into her face. She screamed and flailed, but had a hard time avoiding the light, her coordination still affected by the GHB that the man spiked her drink with. Her vision was almost completely reduced to nothing. All she could make out from the unbearably blinding light was a silhouette of a young woman. Slowly, but painfully, Baath’s eyes adapted to the lighting conditions, and she saw a very blurred image of a dark haired woman in her thirties, smoking a cigarette. The lady was wearing a black dress, just as the other two men that guarded the door were wearing black outfits. Bath slowly came to realse that she had been rendered immobile. Her legs were propped up by a wooden structure. The cold air from the AC blowing against her sore soles told her that she feet were bare. Each big toe was forced back but a metal hook, and her feet were secured by a clamp. Bondage was not really necessary, since she still felt drowsy from the GHB that the her drink was spiked with. Everytime she managed to sit herself up, she would fall back over again in dizziness. Her hair was a mess, and because her legs were propped up, her inner thigh regions were exposed to the two men guarding the door, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
<img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/5664/vampires7zi.jpg">
The woman said in a low voice: “Do you know why you are here”
Bath did not bother to reply, still trying to snap of a slightly drugged state. She just stared blankly at the woman in black. Baath heard the footsteps of the woman, as she inched closer to baath. She leaned on the wooden structure that propped up baath’s feet, and repeated in a louder, slower voice : “Do you know why you are here?”
Baath again ignored the lady, trying to figure out what the purpose of all this was, and trying to keep her legs as close together as possible, to shield what lay in between her thighs from the two bodyguards.
The woman placed out of Baath’s vision. The woman in black flicked a switch, and more lights turned on, with beams directed to Baath. Baath’s faced cringed, and she was now totally blinded. All she saw was a vivid white.
The lady in black drew out a feather from a drawer, and paced down to baath’s weak and retrained soles. The Lady placed the feather nip at the toe of Baath’s foot. She held it there, and said for the third time: “ DO you know ”- she stopped in mid sentence and from the tip of Baath’s toe, down the arch, to the bottom of the ball, and resumed speaking “ Why you are here?” What made it worse was that that Baath’s big toe was tightly stretch back, increasing the sentitivity of the underside of her feet,
She smirked at the sight of Baath sitting up abruptly as she dragged the sharp feather tip down her sensitive sole. Baath had never felt anything like the last sensation before. She almost wanted to smile, but thanks to years of training, she managed to hold it back in. And so, Baath understood why she was here, the doom creeping into her. She was at the mercy of a vampire hunter. She understoond now why vampire/human relationships were a taboo to all vampires.
The lady then drew out a pinwheel, and inched towards Baath’s feet. Baath saw the horrid tool, and even though I hadn’t landed to the tightly stretched skin of her soles, she could already feel the prickly wheel traveling through her arch, around her ball, and in between her toes. Her anus contracted at the sight of the torture device. The lady brought the tool inches away from her feet, drawing it closer, then pulling it back, closer, further, closer, further, teasing Baath, laughing at Baath’s dread. Baath Knew that it was going to be the toughest psychological battle of her life, holding in the sensation that the pinwheel against her sole would produce. She could very well see her soles, and she knew that it was possible for her to just reach across and shield her feet with her hands, but her stomach muscles were so weakened from the spiked drinks that she could not even sit up for more than two seconds before falling over.
:up_arrow: :up_arrow: :up_arrow: (to be continued........) :up_arrow: :up_arrow: :up_arrow:
<img src ="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/2050/vampi7fn.jpg">
thread. thought she looked like a vampire so I wrote it along that line. 😀
Baath was in her adolescence years, a blooming female being of great beauty, one that was admired by plenty of her kind. Like most adolescence, Baath to a liking to independence, and similar to a majority of teens, Baath was rebellious to any form of authority. The budding Baath had always been closer to peers than her parents, and took to the habit of attending parties not returning till sunrise. On the surface, Baath was just like any human youngster, but there was one property that served as a fence between her teenage world and the human teenage world: Baath was a vampire.
In popular belief, vampires are stereotyped as alienated beings that wander the night, preying on human blood, with a black and red cape, donning a hideous complexion. Through the media, mortal men now believe that the only solution to exterminating a vampire was to drive a stake down his or her chest. This view on vampires, however, would not apply to Baath’s sect, for it was stereotyped in that sense because it was the properties of the nightstalker sect of vampires. Baath belonged to the gloom sect of vampires.
It wasn’t called the gloom sect for nothing. Members of the gloom clan were infamous for their lack of laughter or expressions of happiness. Most that belonged to the gloom clan were trained from a tender age to never break a smile, a practice that had been carried out for tens of generations. The purpose that drove the vampires to suffocate themselves of expression was actually the will to live. Just as the nightstalker sect members could be killed with a stake to the chest, the members of the gloom sect could exterminated only with breaking a wide enough smile or openly laughing. Few possess the knowledge of the gloom clan’s weakness, so the gloom clan members have been one of the more indestructible vampires, hence their ability to live in the modern, populace world. Baath, being a member of the gloom clan, never broke a smile. Despite her attractive features, her face as a whole was dampened by her consistent unmoved expression. As a result of this setback, bath wore copious makeup to hide her cold expression.
Adolescence was adolescence, and gloom teenagers still hung out in locations other that the vampire headquarters, in other words, they did cross over into the human world. Light was a blinding factor to all vampires, no matter what clan they were born to, so gloom vampires came out to play past late noon, when the sun was less intense. Even then, it was hard for their vampire vision to be fully functional. Light did not harm them, but it was a incapacitating agent to a vampire. As mentioned above, few knew about the weaknesses of the gloom vampires, but the few were those that possessed that knowledge did not necessarily possess good intentions towards the gloom vampires either. Most of those that took the time to discover such weaknesses of vampires were vampire hunters. These were the memvers of the human society that humans themselves passed ff as crackpots that wasted their lives on a hoaxed subject, but brought fear to the heart of vampires. Van helsing was the greatest of greatest vampire hunters, and luckily for the gloom clan, he left the human world before the first gloom set foot on this earth. However, those that have followed in the footsteps of van helsing have been a threat to the vampire race, no matter what clan.
*
Another known fact of adolescence was the inability to assess risk sometimes. Although bath was almost eighteen, she still like to flirt with danger’s line at times. For example, cross over to the human world too early in the day, when the sun would seize almost all visual ability from any vampire, and when streets were still filled with human beings, a race that did not tolerate anything slightly different from themselves. Baath would also intermingle with human men sometimes, as human and gloom men did not visually appear any different. As a matter of a fact, she preferred the emotions that human men displayed in comparison to the stone cold attitude that gloom clan vampires displayed. Of course, Baath was aware of her own inability to display emotion, so she wore some makeup to pass of as a moderate follower of the goth culture, as an excuse for her gloomy appearance. One day, bath and several other of her gal pals decided to cross the border between the human and vampire world at around 8:45 pm at night. Although it was winter, and then sun was almst undetectable to the human eye, the small corpuscles of light coming from the smallest edge of the sun still sticking above the horizon was felt strongly by Baath and her friends. They darted to the city area where the concrete jungle would shield them from scorching light of the setting sun.
Baath got on with the usual, intermingling with those of the human race. She entered the pub downtown, hoping to find some company. It usually never was a problem, since her age and attractiveness did help her catch the eyes of many men. It was just like bait that was released into a pond of starved fish. Baath put her sunglasses on to increase visibility, by eliminating excess light. She scanned the pub for anyone approaching to buy her a drink. A dark haired, well built young man approached the young vampire, also wearing thick sunglasses, probably a fashion in the human world, Baath thought to herself. Baath beamed at the sight of the man walking toward her. Initially, the young man was sitting in a booth, with his arms around two other women, which he abandoned after setting sight on Baath. The actions of this man touched meant something to Baath, making her feel important, yet she could not smile at him to show approval or happiness to his actions. The man said in a masculine voice if he might buy her a drink, and she obliged to his request. Baath turned back to see her girl friends eyeing her with envy. That sight made Baath treasure this man more. So the gentleman brought two drinks back with him. Baath and the man carried out a casual conversation. Baath told him her name, he told him hers. He called himself Will. They exchanged comments on everyday life, Baath trying conjuring up a fake persona so as not to scare the man. Baath’s face soon began to flush, but the young vamp passed it off as the effect of the alcohol. Within minutes, Baath began to experience boudle vision, and then nausea, followed by dizziness. She experienced side effects to the point where she could no longer sit up straight. But Baath’s main worry was scaring off the young, who did not seem to take much notice to Baath nearly falling of her seat and swaying back and forth in dizziness. That was the last thing memory the young man that Baath could recall.
*
When Baath awoke, the man was gone, the pub was gone, and her eyes felt better without having to bear the burden of sunlight. Little did she realize that what was shielding her eyes from the sun was a blindfold, not something that vampires would encounter much. Before she could question herself about the incidence at the bar, the blindfold was torn from her face, and spotlights were directed into her face. She screamed and flailed, but had a hard time avoiding the light, her coordination still affected by the GHB that the man spiked her drink with. Her vision was almost completely reduced to nothing. All she could make out from the unbearably blinding light was a silhouette of a young woman. Slowly, but painfully, Baath’s eyes adapted to the lighting conditions, and she saw a very blurred image of a dark haired woman in her thirties, smoking a cigarette. The lady was wearing a black dress, just as the other two men that guarded the door were wearing black outfits. Bath slowly came to realse that she had been rendered immobile. Her legs were propped up by a wooden structure. The cold air from the AC blowing against her sore soles told her that she feet were bare. Each big toe was forced back but a metal hook, and her feet were secured by a clamp. Bondage was not really necessary, since she still felt drowsy from the GHB that the her drink was spiked with. Everytime she managed to sit herself up, she would fall back over again in dizziness. Her hair was a mess, and because her legs were propped up, her inner thigh regions were exposed to the two men guarding the door, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
<img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/5664/vampires7zi.jpg">
The woman said in a low voice: “Do you know why you are here”
Bath did not bother to reply, still trying to snap of a slightly drugged state. She just stared blankly at the woman in black. Baath heard the footsteps of the woman, as she inched closer to baath. She leaned on the wooden structure that propped up baath’s feet, and repeated in a louder, slower voice : “Do you know why you are here?”
Baath again ignored the lady, trying to figure out what the purpose of all this was, and trying to keep her legs as close together as possible, to shield what lay in between her thighs from the two bodyguards.
The woman placed out of Baath’s vision. The woman in black flicked a switch, and more lights turned on, with beams directed to Baath. Baath’s faced cringed, and she was now totally blinded. All she saw was a vivid white.
The lady in black drew out a feather from a drawer, and paced down to baath’s weak and retrained soles. The Lady placed the feather nip at the toe of Baath’s foot. She held it there, and said for the third time: “ DO you know ”- she stopped in mid sentence and from the tip of Baath’s toe, down the arch, to the bottom of the ball, and resumed speaking “ Why you are here?” What made it worse was that that Baath’s big toe was tightly stretch back, increasing the sentitivity of the underside of her feet,
She smirked at the sight of Baath sitting up abruptly as she dragged the sharp feather tip down her sensitive sole. Baath had never felt anything like the last sensation before. She almost wanted to smile, but thanks to years of training, she managed to hold it back in. And so, Baath understood why she was here, the doom creeping into her. She was at the mercy of a vampire hunter. She understoond now why vampire/human relationships were a taboo to all vampires.
The lady then drew out a pinwheel, and inched towards Baath’s feet. Baath saw the horrid tool, and even though I hadn’t landed to the tightly stretched skin of her soles, she could already feel the prickly wheel traveling through her arch, around her ball, and in between her toes. Her anus contracted at the sight of the torture device. The lady brought the tool inches away from her feet, drawing it closer, then pulling it back, closer, further, closer, further, teasing Baath, laughing at Baath’s dread. Baath Knew that it was going to be the toughest psychological battle of her life, holding in the sensation that the pinwheel against her sole would produce. She could very well see her soles, and she knew that it was possible for her to just reach across and shield her feet with her hands, but her stomach muscles were so weakened from the spiked drinks that she could not even sit up for more than two seconds before falling over.
:up_arrow: :up_arrow: :up_arrow: (to be continued........) :up_arrow: :up_arrow: :up_arrow:
<img src ="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/2050/vampi7fn.jpg">
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