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THE VAMP-IRE
Definitions:
VAMPIRE: An un-dead being who returns from the grave to feed on blood
from the living.
VAMP: A seductive woman who uses her sensuality to exploit men.
IRE: Extreme anger or wrath.
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Until recently I rented a small Victorian, terraced house in Cemetery
Road, a quite secluded street in an unfashionable part of North London.
It is strange the way some streets and backwaters seem to miss out on
"yuppiefication". Not a quarter of a mile away was a bustling, vibrant
area, popular with the upwardly mobile and full of young professionals
extolling its virtues. Cemetery Road was completely different. Most of
the houses were terraced and dated from the mid-19th century; mine was
one of these. Owing to the fact that it was unfashionable, rents in
Cemetery Road were lower than elsewhere in the borough and hence I could
afford to rent a whole house on my own. To be fair, it wasn't that much
of a house; a bedroom and small bathroom upstairs; a sitting room
opening straight off the pavement; and a back kitchen. Still it was
warm, comfortable, and suited me fine. I was perfectly happy there with
my books, music and cat!
My cat; Simba was a magnificent black tom with a white front and paws.
He was scared of nothing and had seen off all rivals in the street. I
was therefore surprised, one evening, late in November, to hear Simba
pawing and the door and meowing pitifully. As soon as I let him in he
rushed upstairs and cowered under my bed. Try as I might I could not
coax him out. Wondering what it could have been that had frightened him
so much, I wandered out into the back yard.
The house I rented backed onto the Old Cemetery - after which the road
was named. It had closed years ago and was an overgrown jungle of
briars, scrub and weeds. That was why Simba normally liked it so much;
it was the perfect place for hunting prey and for having his way with
the female cats in the neighbourhood! At one time the cemetery had had
its own Superintendent and his lodge, a hideous Gothic building, still
lay crumbling by the cemetery gates. The lodge had never been occupied
during the time I had been living here, so I was very surprised to see a
light gleaming from one of the windows. Curious, I decided to go and
take a look.
Being November, it was a chill, dank evening and a mist was swirling
around the cemetery. Just looking at the lodge produced an involuntary
shiver up my spine. I stepped back indoors to put on my heavy jacket, a
pair of stout shoes, and to take a torch from the kitchen drawer.
The mist was getting thicker as I climbed into the cemetery over a
broken down bit of wall that abutted my yard. I made my way across to
the lodge, cursing as I tripped over briar roots; scratching myself
badly in the process. By the time I reached the front door of the lodge,
I was beginning to regret my hasty decision to explore, but, having got
this far it seemed foolish not to press on.
It was clear that someone had recently moved into the lodge. Lights
shone in several windows and above the pitched, gothic porch. Weeds had
been cleared away from around the front door, which I could now see was
made of oak, heavily banded with black iron plates. Deciding it would be
polite to say "hallo" to my new neighbour, I raised the iron-ring
knocker and let it fall. After a few seconds the door swung open. To my
surprise it did so silently; someone must have been oiling the ancient
hinges.
I don't know what sort of person I had been expecting to have taken up
residence in the old Cemetery Lodge, but the figure that opened the door
was definitely not what I had anticipated. It was a small, dark woman;
dazzlingly beautiful; of indeterminate age - but young. She was wearing
a tight, black, silk dress that clung to her curves in the most enticing
way and with a neckline that revealed a wonderful vista of creamy, white
breasts. Long, jet-black hair hung well below her shoulders, and her
eyes smouldered seductively below heavily mascara'd eyelashes. She gave
me a lazy smile.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" she murmured. All of a
sudden I had lost my voice - and brain - and gargled inanely. The woman
smiled; "It is too cold to wait out here whilst you gather your
thoughts" she said; "Step inside - if you would like, and are prepared
to do so of your own volition." This was a most peculiar invitation
and, had I had my wits about me I should have made an excuse and retired
immediately. But I didn't; I stepped over the threshold and entered her
house. She closed the door firmly behind me.
My mind still a blank, I finally managed to blurt out; "I think my cat
must have been shocked to discover someone living in one of his
favourite hunting haunts," I burbled inanely; I hope he didn't frighten
you with his wailing?" "Not at all" she responded, in a low, rich voice.
"For some reason cats don't seem to like me. They always put their
hackles up and rush away. It is a shame, as I am very fond of pussy."
This last was said with a mischievous glance from under lowered
eyelashes.
Now that I could see her properly in the light, the woman was even more
beautiful than my first impression had gleaned. I took her to be in her
late twenties or early thirties, but it was difficult to be sure. Her
complexion was flawless and her face showed no trace of any lines, but
there was a confidence, authority, even weariness about her that hinted
at someone older and more experienced.
"Why don't you come into my lounge and let me offer you a drink," she
continued, ushering me forward. Now I am sure it will have struck you -
even if it did not me - that this was very peculiar behaviour. A woman,
living on her own, in a semi-derelict lodge in the middle of a cemetery,
would not normally have invited a complete stranger into her home on a
dank November evening - especially if the visitor were a man! She showed
me to a sofa and handed me a glass of an excellent red wine. "It is
Romanian wine" she announced, "from the country of my birth. In fact
from the estate my family used to own. It was taken from us during the
Second World War."
"But we haven't introduced ourselves" she continued; "how remise of us.
My name in Magda, and you are...?" "Richard Armitage" I responded. "I live
in one of the cottages that back onto the cemetery and, when I saw your
light, I thought I would stroll over and see if everything was alright."
"Everything is absolutely fine" she murmured, seating herself beside me.
Her scent and presence was almost overwhelming. I am not normally gauche
with women, but this one was having the strangest effect on me. I longed
to take her in my arms and make love to her, but, at the same time,
wanted desperately to make my excuses and fly from her house.
Magda chinked glasses with me and we both sipped our wine. She was
right; it was an excellent wine and I took a longer draught. I don't
know whether it was the wine or Magda's presence next to me on the sofa,
but I could feel myself becoming physically aroused. She snuggled closer
and placed her hand on my lap; "I can see that you like me" she
murmured; "don't be shy; I'm not!" and with that she started to fondle
the bulge in my trousers. I must have given out a moan because the next
thing she suggested was; "Let me do something about this for you", as
she gently squeezed my erection. Without waiting for my reply, she slid
off the sofa and knelt between my legs. Slowly she unzipped my trousers
and, together with my underpants, slid them down my legs and off my
feet. "Tut" she grimaced; "Why is it men look so ridiculous when only
wearing their socks and shoes; Women look gorgeous in hose and
suspenders; but men's footwear; urgh!" So saying, she deftly removed my
shoes and socks. I was now naked from the waist down.
My breath was coming in short gasps as Magda started to lick my cock.
She started at the base and slowly ran her tongue up the shaft until she
was titillating the knob. I could feel myself getting larger as she
turned her attention to my balls. First she licked my scrotum and then
took all of into her mouth. The sensation was indescribable and I knew I
was about to come. I looked down into her lovely face and, to my horror,
saw that her, previously green, eyes were now glowing red and that her
mouth seemed full of razor sharp teeth. As I helplessly ejaculated into
her hair, I saw an evil smirk cross her face as she bit down and severed
my balls from my body. In the shock of it all I felt no pain, just an
appalling sense of horror. I thought I was bleeding to death. That was
bad enough; but then I saw her start to chew her grisly mouthful - with
apparent relish! I promptly fainted!
I do not know how long I was unconscious, but I eventually came round to
feel amazing warmth spreading through my body and the slurping sound of
Magda licking the area where, previously, my scrotum had resided. "Ah
you are back with us I see" she said, raising her head from her task and
giving me a beaming smile. Even in my state of shock I noticed that her
eyes were once again green and her teeth had returned to their normal
size. "I know this has been a great shock for you" Magda continued, "and
I promise I will explain everything in a moment. Just now, however, I
have to complete the first stage of your transformation. "My
transformation" I thought; "What is she talking about? The woman has
just mutilated me beyond repair and says she can explain everything! I'm
going mad."
Magda resumed her licking and the internal warmth I had experienced
before started to build. It grew and grew until I came in wave after
wave of ecstasy. As I lay panting in a post-orgasmic high, Magda rose
and sat beside me. "Before I explain what is happening to you, I need to
show you something" she said. Producing a hand-mirror, she showed me the
area between my legs. My penis was still in place but, where my scrotum
had been, it now appeared that I had a woman's vagina as well. I could
clearly see the slit and lips surrounding it. My penis occupied the
place that in a woman would have been her clitoris. "You now have the
same sexual equipment as I do" Magda announced, standing to hitch up her
skirt and pull down her knickers. True to her word, an impressive penis
protruded above her vagina. "But what does all this mean?" I stammered.
"You are a woman with a cock and I am a man with a cunt. How can you say
we are the same?" "That is because your transformation is not yet
complete" Magda explained. I will now tell you what is happening to you
and why. Then we will recommence with the next stage."
So saying, she poured us each another glass of wine and sat down beside
me. I felt strangely calm and relaxed. This wasn't natural. After what
had happened to me, I should have been shrieking and screaming; but here
I was, about to share a glass of wine with the woman who had so recently
torn off and eaten my balls! But was she a woman? Women don't have both
vagina and penis - that arrangement is reserved for hermaphrodites -
and, to the best of my knowledge, hermaphrodites aren't known for their
cannibalistic tendencies!
"You are right" said Magda, as if reading my mind. "I am of a totally
different species to homosapien - as you will be shortly when I have
finished with you. Until your transformation is complete you will be
totally under my control. You will do everything I ask of you willingly
and, indeed, with enthusiasm. Your rewards will be great. You have
already experienced what it is like to come as a woman and it will get
even better as we progress."
"But I ought to explain why I am doing this to you. You will have heard
of Count Dracula, the greatest of the un-dead Vampire clan?" I nodded.
"Well I am not one of his kind; I am a Vamp-ire" Magda continued. "The
name sounds similar, and indeed we are ultimately descended from the
same stock, but my kind took a different path many millennia ago. Whilst
vampires need to drink the blood of the living to survive, we vamp-ires
thrive on human sexual energy. I can best describe us by explaining our
name. We are "Vamps" - presenting ourselves as beautiful, seductive
women to arouse the lusts of our prey. The, again, we are full of "Ire"
- an intense anger that builds within us until it reaches a level where
it has to be released before it destroys us. You humans lose you
tempers; fly off the handle; and release the tension. We Vamp-ires
cannot do this and the only way we can empty ourselves of anger is to
find a special victim and to use that anger-energy to transform them
into one of us. The need only occurs infrequently and it is your luck -
good or bad will be for you to decide - that my time of need is now.
When you arrived at my door, I was about to go out hunting. Your
appearance saved me the bother!"
"But do you mean I will cease to be mortal and, in future, have to live
my life amongst ghouls and ghosts?" I stammered. Magda grinned; "Not
exactly" she said; "Yes, you are virtually immortal but, unlike
Vampires, we can choose when we have had enough and will ourselves into
death. Also, we have no difficulty living an ostensibly normal life; we
are not subject to garlic or crucifixes - although a stake through the
heart does tend to be fatal! Most of the time you will live as a normal
woman - albeit one with a cock; and I will teach you how to control
that. However, you will obtain most of your energy from sexual congress
and you will find you have no difficulty in attracting lovers - of all
genders. Your partners will not suffer from making love to you; in fact
their sexual powers and desires will thereafter be heightened. The only
time you will seriously affect people is on those rare occasions, such
as this one, when you have no choice but to release your anger and then
another sister will join our ranks."
"But enough of explanation for now; I can feel my anger building and I
need to move onto the next stage of your transformation." So saying, she
removed my few remaining bits of clothing and laid me on the floor. Part
of me knew I should be resisting, but another part of me wanted to
acquiesce to whatever Magda wanted. I lay supine on the rug whist Magda
stripped off and, naked sat astride my chest. She leaned down and
started licking my nipples. I groaned with pleasure and arched my back,
thrusting them towards her. Licking soon moved to sucking and then Magda
started to alternately suck and blow in a slow, rhythmic pattern. I
could feel the sexual tension building inside me and I came again; waves
of delight pulsing through my body. As I came down of the high, Magda
was once again sitting up and I sported a pair of substantial breasts
protruding from my chest!
"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Magda smiled down at me. "No; it was an
amazing sensation" I replied. "Let's keep going then" said Magda,
flipping me over onto my tummy. She told be get into a crouching
position with my hips raised. As I did so I felt her cock enter my
backside. I have never had gay leanings, so this was the first time I
had had sex this way. As Magda pumped away, I could feel my insides
rearranging themselves. There was a short period of pain when I could
hear bones cracking, but then the pleasure started to build again and,
after yet another amazing orgasm - (how long could I keep this up? I
seemed inexhaustible!) - I found I now had womanly hips and waist.
Next Magda turned over once again onto my back. She sat now across my
chest with her penis - (which, thankfully, she had cleaned after the
previous exercise) - brushing my lips. "Blow me off" she demanded and,
of course, I complied. I could taste her sweet pre-cum in my mouth when,
suddenly, she pulled herself free; grabbed my hair and tugged at it
vigorously; and then came, spectacularly, all over my face. Inevitably
some dribbled into my mouth and I gulped it down eagerly. This time my
transformation had given me a husky, sexy, soprano voice and a mane of
long blonde hair.
"Nearly there" announced Magda. "One last task and you truly will be my
sister. Spread your legs, girly!" By now I was floating on some cloud of
intense sexual arousal and I eagerly opened myself to her and drew her
into me. This final orgasm was the most extreme yet. When we had both
recovered, panting and covered in sweat, Magda leaned over and kissed me
tenderly on the mouth. It was a sweet, non-sexual kiss, and I returned
it with pleasure. "Welcome to the world of vamp-ireism my new sister"
Magda breathed in my ear. "I name you "Katya" my darling."
Rising, she took me by the hand; helped me to my feet; and led me over
to a full-length mirror. My reflection showed a stunningly beautiful
woman; curly dark blonde hair cascading over my shoulders; narrow
shoulders and voluptuous breasts - large but standing proud and firm; a
narrow waist; broad hips; and a curvaceous bum. Long, slim legs ended in
dainty feet. My skin was flawless; free of hair except for a sweet
blonde triangle in my groin; and I had deep blue-green eyes and ruby
lips that pouted seductively. The only anomaly was the large penis
hanging between my thighs. I couldn't believe that the reflection I was
looking at was me, but, as my hands moved across my body, caressing all
my gorgeous new attributes, my mirror image did the same.
"Come and clean up darling" urged Magra, tugging me by the hand. "We
both of us stink after all that sex and we desperately need to freshen
up!" She led me upstairs and into a bathroom. There as large shower
cubicle in the corner and we were soon soaping each other and making
gentle love under the stream of hot water. Magda helped pat me dry and
then led me into her bedroom. "Whilst we are still both naked, let me
show you how to control that prick of yours" she said. "We vamp-ires
have some control over our appearance and can, to a limited extent,
change the image we present. The most common use of this ability is to
retract and extend our male organ. In female mode we can make it appear
to be no more that an enlarged clitoris; let me demonstrate." So saying,
she sat on the bed, spread her legs, and concentrated. To my amazement,
her cock immediately started to shrink and draw back into her body. Soon
it was indistinguishable from conventional female genitalia. "Now you
try" she urged; "Just concentrate on visualising a smooth female front.
Focus your energy on that image and your cock will retract." Well, of
course, it wasn't as simple as she made out, but after several attempts
I did eventually succeed. I was inordinately proud of my achievement!
(This was a bit odd really, considering that I was now taking pride in
eliminating the last vestiges of the male form which, until a few short
hours ago, had been my body since birth!)
Magda went on to explain that the same principle could be used to alter
ones appearance. "Because we age so slowly" she said, "after a while it
becomes necessary to appear to be getting older. It isn't difficult to
add a few "laughter lines" to the face; let the breasts sag a bit; add a
couple of inches to your waist; etc. This helps stop the neighbours
getting suspicious. Eventually, however, eventually even these
stratagems cease to be effective and then it is time to move and take on
a totally different persona, reverting, once again, to being a young
woman. A major alteration to ones appearance requires a great deal of
energy and you need to build up your store of "internal ire" first -
similar to how you are prior to finding a victim to transform. The one
thing that never charges is that, irrespective of your superficial
appearance, men, and some women, will find you irresistible. That is due
to the "vamp" part of our nature."
"Now it is time to move on" Magda continued; we need to get you dressed"
Taking me once again by the hand she led me over to a large, walk-in
closet. "I thought these" she mused, pulling a black pencil-skirt and
royal-blue satin blouse off their hangers. Returning to a bureau, she
found a black, lacy bra and panty set with matching suspender belt and a
pair of sheer, seamed, black nylons. She handed me the panties to put on
and showed me how to put on a bra, allowing my breasts to settle into
the cups before fastening the clasps and adjusting the straps. Next I
fastened the suspender belt round my waist and tucked the garter tabs
through my panties before putting on my stockings. Magda showed me how
to roll the stockings into a doughnut before putting them on and how to
roll them up my legs and fasten them, ensuring the seams ran straight up
the back of my leg.
"I suggest I show you how to apply your make-up before you put on your
outer garments" she said. I sat in front of a mirror on her vanity table
and she proceeded to make up my face - foundation, powder, eye-shadow,
mascara and false eyelashes, eyebrow pencil, blusher and lipstick. She
then wiped everything off and made me try. She kept me at it until I
could apply my own make-up to her satisfaction.
Only then would she allow me to slip my arms into the sleeves of my
blouse and do up the buttons. The blouse was very close fitting; with a
plunging, ruffled neckline that showed of my bosom to advantage. The
colour complemented my make-up and eye colour beautifully. I had to
wriggle the tight fitting skirt up over my hips. It fell just below my
knees and, although it had a kick pleat at the back, required me to take
little mincing steps. Once I had slid my feet into a pair of five-inch,
black-patent pumps my mincing gait acquired a very seductive hip-swing.
Even I could see that I was an immediate invitation to dalliance!
We went back downstairs and I started to realise that I would have to
take care negotiating steps in future, at least when wearing heels and a
tight skirt. Over another glass of wine, Magda continued to instruct me
about my new life. "Now Katya, I have told you most of the important
things about being a Vamp-ire" she started; "there are just a few more
odds and ends I need to explain before it is time for you to go and set
out on your new life on your own." "What do you mean?" I replied;
"Aren't I going to stay here with you, or go back to my old house?" "I'm
afraid not my darling" Magda said with a sad smile. "We vamp-ires cannot
remain long together in each other's company. If we do we invariably
fall out over prey and start to quarrel. This leads to rapidly
increasing internal anger and the onset of our need for release. No, I
am afraid years of experience have taught us that for most of the time
we need to be solitary creatures, apart from our own kind."
"But what about Simba, my cat" I continued; "What will become of him if
I do not go home?" Magda smiled sadly back at me. "Simba will be fine"
she said. "He will soon adopt another owner; cats are good at that. He
would never allow you near him now anyway. You saw the way he behaved
when he sensed my presence. Cats have a great psychic sense and use it
to keep away from any form of non-human person. No, you will have to
move away to another part of London. To your employer and neighbours,
you will become just another passing stranger who vanished into nowhere.
Undoubtedly there will be an investigation, but you will never be
traced."
This news was in many ways even more of a shock than my transformation
into a cock-bearing woman. It really brought it home to me that I was
now a member of an alien species and totally divorced from the rest of
humankind. Oh I would interact with humans, but as a predator; not as
one of them. "Where will I go?" I enquired. Magda reassured me; "Knowing
I was going hunting for someone to transform, I took the precaution of
setting up a base for my new sister. I have taken a lease, in your name,
on a flat in Shepherds Market, Mayfair. It seems an appropriate place
for a seductive woman to start her career as, for many years, it was a
noted centre for exclusive prostitution!" For some reason this struck me
as funny and we both started giggling like a pair of schoolgirls.
"Time to leave dearest" said Magda at last. "We both need to feed soon.
Creating you has drained me of all my energy; and you will soon feel the
need to start topping up your sexual batteries." We hugged and kissed
and, with a few tears, parted. Magda gave me a coat, gloves and hat,
together with a handbag containing a considerable amount of money as
well as the usual feminine accoutrements and a mobile phone. "I'll ring
you in a couple of days to see how you are getting on" promised Magda.
"Just because we cannot live together it doesn't follow that we can't
communicate, or even meet up occasionally for a cup of coffee or a
drink."
It was with the most peculiar feeling that I left the Lodge and walked
down Cemetery Road, past my house to which I would never now return. I
reached the High Street and hailed a taxi. "Shepherds Market please" I
told the driver; giving him a warm smile and a good view down the front
of my blouse. As we drove I could sense his lust for me rising and it
was all I could do not to instruct him to pull over and fuck me on the
spot. However, even I realised that the A10 road into the City of London
was probably not the most appropriate venue for sexual congress! So I
satisfied myself with tantalising the driver sufficiently that he came
in his trousers. I smiled sweetly as I passed him my fare - and a
generous tip - on arrival at our destination, knowing that he would
spend the rest of his shift driving around in soggy underwear!
The apartment Magda had leased for me was lovely. It was the upper two
floors of a pretty 18th century building, above a florist's shop.
Exquisitely furnished in a very feminine style - which I now found
appealed to me - it comprised a bedroom - with a six foot bed; an
enormous en-suite bathroom - (plenty of room for fun and games there); a
very pretty sitting room; small kitchen - (I wouldn't be cooking much;
my "gentlemen friends" could wine and dine me at expensive restaurants);
and a dressing room with a vast walk-in closet. The closet was crammed
with the most gorgeous dresses, suits, gowns, and skirts; shoe boxes
were stacked high, containing everything from strappy sandals to thigh-
high boots. A bureau was stuffed with sensual satin and lace lingerie,
and another wardrobe revealed a staggering array of costumes - from
Schoolgirl; through Maid and Nurse; to Egyptian Queen and Dominatrix.
Clearly I was in for some lively times with my lovers!
I poured myself a large glass of white wine and took it into my closet.
I started to pull down various outfits. So many to choose from; just
what would be most appropriate for a newly fledged Vamp-ire setting out
to find her first prey?
Gentle reader; what would you have chosen to wear for this momentous
event? It is now many months since Magda selected me for her victim and
set my life off along this new path. I have enjoyed lovers - of all
genders - too numerous to mention and have had some amazing adventures.
Maybe someday I will deign to tell you of them. Until then; adieu and
sweet dreams; always remember to beware of that beautiful woman who you
see in the distance and lust after; she may be me and you could be my
next victim!
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