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How I Became A Vampiress By JRD I used to be a normal guy. Actually, that's not quite true. I used to be a wimp. Truth was, I aspired to wimp. Physically, I was barely a man. I was 5 ft. 6, weighed barely 100 lbs., had a cock that was barely five inches when hard, and was, as they say, gay as Caesar, although considering how big, strong, and dominant some gay men are, I don't suppose that last means much. But my physical shortcomings were only the beginning of it. Spiritually, or whatever other term you want to use for it, I was a doormat. Anybody and their brother could get me to do anything they wanted. I always knew that what they usually wanted was wrong; it wasn't that they were convincing me to do something. What they would do is just make a demand, and then they'd stare me down until I consented. The whole process usually took less than five seconds; that was how weak I was. Way back in high school, I decided that the only way that I was gonna ever be anything in life was as somebody else's property. Well, I started thinking that I would be somebody else's life partner, but I was too weak to make that work. At the beginning of college, I got into the BDSM scene, but that didn't work out. As one Master told me, I didn't contribute anything to the relationship. I was too weak to even make a good submissive. My lot in life, it seems, was to become someone's abused toady. I'd get involved with a gay or bisexual man, then proceed to cook his meals, clean his home, and serve as his sex toy any time he wanted. In return for his allowing me to do this, I'd let him loan me out to friends, knock me around, or whatever else he wanted. This would proceed until the guy got tired of having me around and kicked me out. I was with Jimmy when all that changed. I thought I was lucky to have Jimmy. He never beat me, never hurt me physically. The mental and emotional abuse he put the through, however, was almost more than I could bear. He constantly derided and ridiculed me. He'd make me participate in three ways, not too bad with men, but he was bisexual, so when I was forced to be with women, I usually couldn't get it up. The women would usually laugh at me with him chuckling right along. One evening, he came home with Her. I was in a French maid's outfit. It was a new thing he was doing, putting me in dresses. Mind you, I have tried the cross dressing thing. I am too thin and lanky to make it work. I look like a beanpole in a dress. That didn't matter to Jimmy though. It entertained him to do it, so I was put in dresses. Then he brought this woman home. Now, female beauty may not do anything for me sexually, but I know it when I see it, and this woman was nothing short of fantastic. She had a perfectly rounded body, not fat, just curvy, big tits, and a face that would make a super model jealous. As soon as she saw me, she asked, "Who is that?" Jimmy said, "He's my boy Friday. Want to see him perform? I could make him masturbate himself with a dildo, if that turns you on." Then she looked at me with this look. It wasn't sexual. It was evaluative. It was the kind of look a person would give to an expensive car or a piece of property that they were considering buying. For the first time in years, I was afraid. I had reached a point where I had pretty much given up and was normally too accepting to be afraid of anyone, but this woman scared me. She told Jimmy, "No, I don't want him to perform. I want him locked in a room. I'm getting a real rush thinking of him in a little room, unable to get out or do anything, like a hamster in a cage." Jimmy then took me and locked me in the bathroom. Usually, when this had happened before, I just went meekly, but this time, I begged him to get rid of this strange woman. He, of course, ignored me. So I was forced to sit in the bathroom and wait. I didn't have to wait long. I figure it was maybe only five minutes before I heard the external lock being undone. When the door opened, she stood there, not even so much as a hair out of place. She looked me in the eye and said, "Come to me." I found myself walking to her without actually having decided to do so. As I moved, I asked, "What did you do with Jimmy?" She just said, "You're about to find out." She then swept me into her arm, clamped her mouth over mine, and began to suck. But it wasn't my breath that she was sucking out of me. It was my very life force. I struggled for a few seconds before all my physical energy was gone. I just collapsed, but she kept sucking. I felt my body shrink, my feet lifting off the floor, but she just kept sucking. I thought I would die. Finally, something inside me exploded. Not a physical thing, but something from the place where she was sucking from just exploded. Just before I passed out, I heard that strange woman cry out in pain. Eventually, I'm not sure after exactly how long, I woke up. I was in a four-poster bed with silk sheets and a draping, lace canopy. I sat up and looked around, seeing a room filled with antique, Victorian style furniture, but my looking ended about as quick as it started when I was distracted by the bouncing on my chest, rather the bouncing of my chest. I looked down and saw two of the biggest tits that I've ever seen in my life. And they were mine! After the shock of staring at tits on my chest wore off, I threw the bed sheets off of me in order to look at my crotch. The good news was that my cock was still there. The bad news was that it had shrunk up to almost nothing. I know I had never been big down there, but what was there probably wouldn't have been any bigger than my thumb. I tried to get it hard, but whether from the stress or from whatever had changed me, I might as well have been playing with wet spaghetti. I finally got out of bed. In the corner of the room was a large mirror. It was one of those old, oval ones that swivel in the middle. I went over and looked at myself. As women went, I looked pretty good, big tits, soft, wavy, black hair, bedroom eyes, and a big, round butt. The only possible thing that could be described as a flaw on me was that I was a little... thick. Not really fat, per se, just a little rounder than someone who was considered super beautiful by today's standard. As I understand standard heterosexual male response to the female form, however, my big tits would be more than enough distraction from that, but I never understood the big tit thing, myself. While I was standing there, the door opened, and that strange woman walked in. She looked at me and said, "Come here." It was a simple statement, by which I mean that it was neither angry nor demanding. It was the kind of statement that a teacher might give to students or a mother might give to her child, the kind of statement where saying no isn't even an option. I found myself walking to her, my feet moving almost of their own accord. I stood in front of her, and she looked me up and down with a critical eye and contemplative look on her face. Finally, she said, "A little thicker than I might have wanted, but definitely worth it." I wanted to question her about whatever she had done to me, but I couldn't even twitch. Finally, she said, "Get dressed," in the same tone she had used before, and like a puppet on a string, I walked over to the dresser and started pulling out clothes. I wanted to pull out something decent to cover myself with, but it wasn't to be. My hands got out a garter belt, stockings, a miniskirt, and a tube top. Then I quickly put them on. With no underwear, I was practically falling out of my clothes. Then I opened a drawer, got out some make up, and put it on. The last step in my getting dressed was putting on a pair of the gaudiest, cheapest looking, dangling earrings. When I finished, I looked like a streetwalker, the cheapest in the city. After I was done, I went back to her, and I stood for another inspection. She looked me up and down once more, finally saying, "Very good. This will be better than I thought." For a few more seconds, she continued to look me up and down. Finally, she said, "Get your shoes and your jacket. We're going out." I was terrified. I looked like a whore, and she expected me to just go along some place? I wanted to say no. I wanted to rant and rave and tell her to stick it where the sun don't shine. I wanted to do all that and more. What I actually did was walk to the closet, go inside (it was a big walk-in), and get a pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes and a translucent, plastic jacket, all without uttering a peep. Then I followed the strange woman through the house and down into the garage. We got into this super expensive sports car and drove to the worst area of town. Once there, I got out of the car and proceeded to strut down the street. Part of me wanted to run away, hell, most of me wanted to run away, but I could feel her presence within my head. She wanted me walking the streets, so, like a good, little slave, I walked the streets. At first, I figured she wanted me to be her personal slave, having sex with men and turning all the profits over to her. The thought of doing that didn't bother me. I had spent most of my life at the beck and call of whoever was my "boyfriend" at the time. But the way she was making me do it scared the hell out of me. I know I was never much of a protester, but this ability of hers to totally override my self control was inhuman. After a few men approached me and asked what prices I was charging and she had me turn them down, I knew I wasn't to be a whore. I also knew that I had already become something else. Every time a man got close to me, whether he was coming to me or not, I grew... hungry. It wasn't a sexual hunger, either. It was the feeling that a predator feels towards its prey, like a wolf to a deer. After two or three men walked by me, I was glad for that woman's control. Otherwise, I might have done something violent right in the middle of the road. After more than an hour of walking, long past the point where I was wondering what I was supposed be doing, some guy grabbed me and dragged me into an alley. He threw me against a wall and then ripped my tube top off. It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted. His pants were open, and his dick was out and hard. Then the woman let me loose. She removed herself from my mind and let me do what I would. I grabbed the man's head, plastered my lips to his, and began to suck. The man was so surprised by my aggression that he hesitated in acting, and when he did begin to act, it was too late. He tried to push me away, but I was firmly attached, and I was ravenous. I fed on his life force, sucking his very essence into me. I became nothing more than a starving animal at that point. I fed and fed, sucking everything he had to give into me. I sucked long past the point where I actually could've stopped. I sucked until what I was sucking started burning my mouth. I broke away from him and roared my frustration to the heavens. I had more than enough energy from a physical standpoint, but like a stupid animal, I had wanted more. However, now that there was no more and I was sated, a new urge arose in me, a definitely sexual urge. I wanted to fuck something, and at that point it didn't matter what. I looked down and saw a woman in my arms. I also saw, sticking out from my crotch, a positively gigantic cock. It must have been over a foot and a half long and so big around that I would've been hard pressed to wrap both my hands around its girth. I, myself, was so lost in my animal fury that I didn't question either, or even that anything had changed. I had a big cock, I had a woman, and I was more than prepared to rape her. Before I could do anything, something slammed into me from the side, knocking me away. I looked up and saw the strange woman hanging from a metal trellis. I think it was the remains of an old fire escape that had partially rusted off, although I was too animalistic, too feral, to really look in detail. She growled at me, an animal growl of challenge. I growled back and sought to return to my "prey". I heard the wrenching of metal and looked up just in time to see the woman throw a metal bar that she had ripped off the trellis at me. I barely dodged out of the way and she went up the side of the building, jumping from trellis to window frame to ledge, using whatever was available to move up the side of the building to the roof. I immediately gave chase. When she got to the edge of the roof, she looked back. To see if I was following, I guess. When she saw that I was, she took off, with me in hot pursuit. Looking back, I am amazed at what we did. We crossed rooftop after rooftop, jumping from one to the next, no matter what the distance between them or the difference in height. I think I remember jumping up three floors at once, but that entire run was a haze. All that mattered at that point was catching her. We ran fast and hard. Somewhere along the way, what remained of the clothes that I had been wearing came off, but I couldn't say exactly where. I think I remember ripping the skirt off pretty early on, and I think I left the heels back in the alley. The stockings got ripped apart in my run. The roofs and buildings flew by us. The types of buildings themselves changed as we ran into completely new sections of the city, completely different districts. Finally, I caught her, tackling her from behind, the force of my tackle carrying us off the roof and onto the lawn below. We had run all the way into the suburbs. Now, I know my head was kind of messed up at the time, being lost in the animal rage and all, but I know that the suburbs were about twenty-five or thirty miles away from where we had started the chase, and I'm pretty sure that we had only been running about twenty to thirty minutes, but I could be wrong. Anyway, when we landed, I pressed her down and onto her belly. I briefly noticed that she was as naked as I was. But I also briefly noticed that she had a dick, not a pussy. The only reason that I really noticed that is because it meant that she didn't have a cunt for me to fuck. But she did have an ass. I took my massive dick in hand, put it against her asshole, and shoved in savagely, roaring in victory. I then proceeded to savage her sexually, with her responding in kind. For I don't know how long, an hour or two I think, I fucked her with reckless abandon. Our sex was brutal, almost animal, and both of us seemed to want it that way. Somewhere along the way, I came to my senses, but that had no effect on the sex we were having. If anything, it only made it more intense. For however long it was, we groped, fondled, and sucked each other in every way we could and then some. I don't know how long we would've gone on like that, but we were eventually interrupted when a light came on in the house whose lawn we were on. The house's door opened and a man stuck his head out, yelling, "Hey, you! What are you doing on my lawn?!" I didn't see him. I was sitting on my butt with my back to the door. The strange woman was sitting on my cock facing the door. I might have looked around, but the woman pulled me close to her and said to the man, "There's no need to worry. It's just a bunch of cats fighting." I heard the door close and the man call out, "It's nothing, honey. Just a bunch of cats fighting." I was prepared to, wanted to go back to fucking this strange, beautiful woman with the big dick, but she stood up, saying, "That command won't hold him for long. Let's go." She said it in that tone that would brook no argument. She ran and jumped back to the rooftop, and I immediately followed. As we ran over the rooftops, I was shocked and amazed at what we did. Before, I had been lost to the animal rage and didn't think about what I was doing. This time I was consciously aware of running at speeds and jumping distances that a human shouldn't have been able to. If I didn't have this compulsion to follow her, I'm not sure I could've done what I did. We ran from the middle class suburbs to the rich neighborhood. Our final leap was from the roof of a house, over a street, over a ten foot tall wall topped with barbed wire, and over about fifteen to twenty yards of estate land, all in one leap, before running another couple hundred yards to the mansion we had left earlier that evening. We went right in through the front door. This time the mansion was full of staff, all male, and all big, buff, and handsome. We breezed right past them like they were statues. Although I knew that they were alive. I could sense their life forces. There was a bit of hunger on my part. If I hadn't been so bloated with energy that I had taken from the man who had attacked me, I might have fed on them. Instead, I just followed the woman up to my room. Once we are all alone inside the room, the door closed behind us, the woman sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come to me. It is my turn to savage you." As my body started to walk towards her, I asked, "Can't we talk about what you did to me?" She said, this time her voice consoling and soft, "You are confused. That is natural for newborns. But the human way of communicating is so inefficient. Come. Let us join." I got up on the bed on my knees, straddling her. As I lowered myself onto her cock, I said, "The human way? You mean I'm not human anymore?" She pulled me tight to her, then lay back, pulling me on top of her. Then she pulled my face down to hers. She said, "Not exactly," and kissed me. As soon as our lips touched, we began to writhe in animal passion. I could feel all the pleasure that I was both giving and getting, and yet, I felt a strange detachment towards what was going on. Suddenly, everything froze. I heard the woman's voice in my head. She said, "There. Now we can talk properly." I was incredulous. "Have you really stopped time?" She laughed. "Hardly. Time is relative. Right now, we're doing things completely on the mental plane. We're passing our thoughts back and forth at, well, the speed of thought. If you look real close, pay real close attention, you'll notice that our bodies still are moving, just really, really slowly in comparison to us." "Us? What are we? What are you? What did you make me into?" "The answer to all three of those questions is the same thing. We are vampiresses." "Vampiresses? Like in the movies with neck biting and bloodsucking?" "You've seen too many of those movies. You have already fed tonight. At any point, did you bite anybody?" "No." "To a real vampire, neck biting bloodsuckers are like Bigfoot to the humans, a primitive throwback with no real evidence of its existence and that no credible witness has ever seen. We feed on raw life force. We are masculine- physical feeders." "Masculine-physical? What does that mean?" "To understand that, you must first accept that there is a higher beingness to everyone, a soul if you will. That being, depending on its needs, will generate three types of energy." "Let me guess. Female, male, and neuter?" "No. The three types are spiritual, mental, and physical. Now every being can generate extra energy in times of need, but each has a starting level for all three types of energy. That base level will further breakdown into male and female." "What's the difference between male/female differentiation and spiritual/mental/physical differentiation? Why not just say the energy breaks down into male and female first, then breaks down into the three way split?" "Because the male and female labels are mostly just conventions, labels as applied by the soul inside. You might as well just call them positive and negative. Spiritual, mental, and physical energies are distinctly different and exist within a specific hierarchy. Spiritual energy is the highest, is used for determining right and wrong and sticking by your decision despite temptation, and can be used to bolster mental and physical tasks. Mental energy is used for mental tasks, figuring things out and the like, and can also be used to bolster physical tasks. Physical energy is used just for physical tasks." "It seems to me you could use mental energy to figure out right and wrong." "From a strictly logical standpoint, perhaps, but it requires spiritual energy in order to make those decisions work. If you make the decision based solely on logic, then the decision gets all messed up when you start adding moral issues, like the man who makes the logical, moral decision not to steal, but then is faced with the dilemma of stealing or letting his family starve. The logical man, the one deciding just with mental energy, will eventually decide that one of those decisions is a necessity. He either let's his family starve or steals something. The spiritual man can make a decision that both are wrong, and then he somehow finds a way to feed his family without stealing." "Now, you say we're masculine-physical vampiresses? That means we feed on masculine-physical energy?" "Right." "But I thought you said the whole masculine/feminine thing was just convention? What's the difference between masculine-physical energy and feminine-physical energy?" "In terms of usage? Very little. The important thing is what the soul inside believes. To give you an example, think of a construction worker with a very high masculine- physical energy content, but a comparatively low feminine- physical energy content. This construction worker spends all day carting around various things for his job, large sacks of cement, heavy equipment, that sort of thing, and because he believes this is all very manly stuff, he does it all day without showing a bit of strain. Yet you hand the same construction worker a fifteen pound baby, and because he believes carrying a baby is a very feminine thing to do, his arms get tired after only a short time. It isn't that he is unwilling to carry the child. It's just that he believes his masculine energy won't do him any good, he expends his feminine energy in very short time." "But if the difference is just based on the belief of its creator, couldn't we feed on both masculine and feminine?" "No. Whatever energy our victim believes is masculine is the energy we feed on. I'm not sure why, but that's the way it works. We feed predominantly on masculine-physical energy, and we can feed on masculine-mental, although it won't be as useful or fulfilling to us." "What about spiritual energy?" "Spiritual energy, masculine or feminine, is toxic to us. That's what you felt earlier. The first feeding for a vampiress always entails sucking your victim dry of both physical and mental energy. The spiritual energy the person has fights this procedure, which is why a rapist makes such a good meal. No one with any amount of spiritual energy would ever allow themselves to become a rapist." "Did I actually turn that guy into a woman?" "Actually, he turned himself into a woman. It was his last- ditch defense against you. After you sucked up all of his physical and mental masculine energy, his spiritual energy caused a flare-up of everything he had left, his feminine- physical, feminine-mental, and what little spiritual energy he had, both feminine and masculine. The result was a total transformation into a woman." "Does he even remember what he did or what he was?" "Depends on the amount of feminine-mental energy he had. Remembering is, after all, a mental task. If he had a lot, then he'll remember everything. If he only had a little, then he might have trouble remembering how to use a doorknob." "So what happens to him now? He goes off, finds a man, and cranks out babies like a colonial wife?" "It's like I told you before, it depends on what he believes. If he thinks that the only thing a woman is good for is finding a man and making babies, then that's what he'll do. If he believes that all a woman is good for is having sex and pleasuring men, then he'll probably turn out to be a prostitute or a porn star. However, if he is like most rapists, then he raped women because he believed that women were intrinsically stronger than he was, and he was desperately trying to prove otherwise. If that was the case, now that he is a woman, he'll probably become a strong, upstanding member of society. How is that for irony?" "Okay, I get all that, but why me? Why transform me into this man energy sucking thing that I've become?" "Because your energy flow was broken, and the temptation your energy presented was too great to pass up." "My energy flow was broken? What does that mean?" "Tell me, if you had to guess, what would you say your energy levels were before I got a hold of you?" "Dismally low on all counts. Masculine, feminine, spiritual, mental, physical, and all combinations thereof were all dismally low." "Wrong. Your masculine-physical and spiritual were, as you say, dismally low, but your masculine-mental energy was actually above-average. Your feminine energy, however, was appreciable. Your feminine-physical energy was positively enormous, as testified to by those rather enormous feminine assets that you now have. Your problem was that you weren't using it. The combination of powerful, yet unused feminine energy and negligible masculine energy allowed me to take you and invert your masculine flows, so that you actually sucked up other people's physical and mental energy." "Making me into a vampiress?" "Exactly." "So now I'm some kind of undead thing? A soulless, passionless thing doomed to seek out rapists to prey upon in order to feed my inhuman hunger?" "Oh, stop judging yourself by Hollywood schlock movies. All vampiresses have souls. It's just that those souls are broken, unable to produce sufficient amounts of a particular type of energy. As for passionless, what our bodies are doing right now should disabuse you of that notion. We feed on the raw stuff of life. If anything, we're more passionate, far more alive than a regular human. Along with that, however, comes a warning. As we are more passionate, so also is it easier to lose ourselves to our passions. We love and live harder, so we must be careful not to damage those we love and live with. No human could long take what we have to give out." "But what about feeding on rapists?" "You'd rather let him go? Not only have we saved any girls he might have raped in the future, but the woman he has become now has a chance to become something better than he was. There are even some of our kind who think that that is why we were created. Besides, rapists are actually a small part of our diet." "Who else will we feed on?" "Those energy levels I described before aren't static things. They fluctuate up and down. Sometimes, a man's physical levels will surge upwards and override their spiritual levels. When this happens, you get that urge that men describe as an uncontrollable need to go out and cheat on their lovers. Personally, I think it comes from a weakness of spirit rather than a physical reason, but since other people's spiritual energy is toxic, no vampire is a good judge of how much another has. Anyway, most of our meals come from sucking up that excess physical energy so that the spirit can handle it. You never feed on these people until a transformation occurs. Also, never feed on a rapist without another of our kind present. If I hadn't been there earlier, there's no telling what damage you could've done with all that excess energy surging through you." "You said vampire, not vampiress. There are males of our kind?" "Of course. We are unable to produce masculine energy, we only normally produce feminine energy, so that makes us women. There are also those who cannot produce feminine, only masculine, so they are men." "Despite what we have between our legs?" "Yes, you'll find out what's between our legs, between anyone's legs, is not so important as the kind of energy they produce. The humans are far too willing to judge based on anatomy. You can't make that mistake. Your continued life depends on not making that mistake." "You speak of the humans as something separate, something less than us because of our closer connection to the energy, but earlier you implied that we were less than the humans because we had broken souls. So which is it? Are we less than them or greater than them?" "Depends on what you're talking about. We have problems understanding the male perspective, at least a good man's perspective. But when it comes to actually doing male things, like that cross city run, because we have a greater connection to the energy, we can accomplish things in ways that most humans could never dream of." "But we do it with stolen energy." "Exactly. We are like remora on the underside of the shark's belly. We feed on his blood and get around with his help. In return, we help to keep his blood clean, filtering out impurities. It's what they call a symbiotic relationship." "If that's the case, then how did vampires get such a bad reputation?" "The reputation we got came from a time when people were willing to turn a blind eye to the abuses that marked people as the kind of people that we fed on. When a few soldiers would disappear, it didn't matter that in the dark of night these men would be raping the very women they were supposed to be protecting." "You make it sound very noble." "Perhaps noble is too strong a word, but we do serve a purpose. Do you have any more questions?" "Not right now, but if I have more, can I come back to you?" "Of course. We've got plenty of time together. Until you learn how to control yourself, control the primal passions which are now so powerful within you, you are my responsibility and will remain in my house under my tutelage." "How long do you think that will take?" "If it takes the usual amount of time, it shouldn't be much more than a couple of decades." "A couple of decades?! You must have been a toddler when you became a vampiress!" The woman laughed. "Not quite. One thing those Hollywood films did get right is that we don't age as long as we continue to feed. As of next April, I will be 418 years old. I actually came over on the Mayflower." "Wow! Come to think of it, I do have another question." "Okay, go ahead and ask." "What did you do with Jimmy? Did you transform him into a girl or just suck a little bit of his excess energy off?" "I was going to suck off enough energy to scare him a bit, but after I met you, I decided... on another path for him." "What other path?" "I will have to show you after our bodies are finished. Come. Let us return our attentions to our bodies and enjoy the pleasure they have to give us." As simple as that, we were back to fucking, sucking, and fondling each other. I saw what she meant by loving harder than normal humans. We ripped apart the bed sheets and the pillows with our love making, and, considering the size of our cocks, I'm surprised one of us didn't get split wide open at some point. Finally, we hit a lull and got up. Both of us could've kept going. Neither of our cocks had softened in the slightest. My cock was a little bit smaller than I think it was, and I think her cock had shrunk, too. I looked at her and asked, "Do these ever get soft? I have been running around with this foot long hard on since I fed on that rapist." "They won't go soft on their own. Our male equipment is where we store the male energy that we take from others, but when the energy you have passes the level you had before you became a vampiress, and since, for most of us, that level started pretty low, it doesn't take much to give us a perpetual hard on. As you get older and feed more and more, you're can get bigger and bigger and still go soft, but for a while, you will have to reduce your energy levels to the point they were at before." "How do I do that? Use it up fucking and sucking and running and doing other physical stuff?" "No, we use energy more efficiently than humans do, so that would take days. Furthermore, you wouldn't have any for using in later days." "So what do I do? "That is what Jimmy is for." She went over to the door and opened it. Standing there was Jimmy, kind of. Jimmy had shrunk, and I don't mean emaciated shrunk. Jimmy had become a smaller man. He had shrunk down from his old six foot height to about five foot eight or nine. He had also lost most of the muscles that he used to have, making him just normal. The woman said, "Jimmy is where you will store all your excess energy. I've turned him into your vessel." I don't know whether it was my new vampiress's outlook on life or all the abuse I had suffered at Jimmy's hands, but the concept of using Jimmy as my storage place please to me, probably more than it should have. "So how do I use him?" "Stick your dick inside him, either his ass or his mouth, concentrate on the size you want your dick to be, and then fuck him to orgasm. When you do hit your point of ecstasy, your extra energy will flow into him." The concept of fucking Jimmy really pleased me. He had never let me do that before, but, looking at the size of my new member, I asked, "Is he going to be able to handle this?" "No need to worry. I've sculpted him so that he can take you no matter how large you get." "Sculpted him? What is that?" "Tailored and modified his body in order to fit my, actually our, personal requirements. It's one of those things that I will teach you. By the time I'm finished, you'll be able to reshape him into any specimen of manhood you would like, from big and buff to small and wimpy, all ready to accept your cock and whatever energy you choose to deposit within him. In return, he remains young and healthy and should live to almost twice the age he normally would have." Personally, I cared nothing for the benefits he was going to get out of it. I was thinking only of taking my gigantic cock and ramming it in and out of my previous "master", his words. I ordered him, "Down on your hands and knees, boy." He immediately did as I said. Somehow, I knew that he would obey me no matter what command I gave him. I knew it was thanks to the strange woman, and I grew anxious for the day that I could do the same thing on my own. All thoughts of that, however, left my mind once I saw him on his hands and knees. I got down behind him, took my dick, and slid it into his ass. There was resistance, but his ass did open up and allow me into it. Part of me was a little disappointed that it didn't take more force to get into him. I suppose I should feel guilty about that, but I don't. As I shafted into him, really getting into it, the woman asked, "May I use his mouth?" I told her sure, and she got down in front of him and slid her dick into his mouth. While we were both using him, she reached out and took my breast in hand and fondled it. I quickly responded in kind, and for the first time in my life, I found myself enjoying playing with a couple boobs. At that point, Jimmy was nothing more than a little sex toy for our enjoyment. After a few minutes, we came. I felt most of the energy that I had taken from the rapist leave my body and enter Jimmy. It was still there to take back if I wanted, but I was content to leave it where it was. I pulled out, noting that my dick had returned to its former size. When the woman pulled out, I noticed that her dick had not changed size and mentioned it to her. She told me, "No vampiress can use another vampiress's vessel." "So now what? More sex?" She laughed. "Our days are not just about feeding and sex, although those are both fun parts of it. We also lead normal lives. I am a local businesswoman, fairly successful, too." "What about me? I was never anything of any note." "Well, that will have to change. The sun is coming up, so I have to go to work, but when I get back, I will start to work with you." "Training me to be a businesswoman?" "Perhaps after we determine where your skill lies, but first we will need to train you in how to act like a woman, bras, panties, matching clothes, and that sort of stuff. Compared to that, learning to be a vampiress is easy." "So what do I do until you get back?" She shrugged. "Whatever you would like. Look around the mansion, read a book from the library, play with your boy or any of my staff. My staff are all of vessels of mine, so as long as your orders don't conflict with mine, they will obey you implicitly." She came over and gave me a kiss. "Be ready to go to work when I get back. I will try to make your lessons fun, but I am a stern task mistress." With that, she turned and left. I looked at Jimmy and saw that he had returned to his normal size. I sat on the edge of the bed, pointed to my dick, and said, "Suck me," to which he dutifully obeyed. As Jimmy gave me the first blow job he had ever given me, I considered all the abusive men who cheated and hurt their women. If you are one of them, look out. There is a new vampiress in town, and she's looking for you.