Mistaken Identity
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Mistaken Identity: Scott's Chapter 6 free porn video
The transformation arc is over, and here begins the action arc! Things
are about to get different starting at this point until probably part 9.
Daphne and Scott have been separated and will have their own version of
this crazy adventure until they are reunited. So unlike chapters 1-5, it
won't be a retelling of the same story from alternative perspects, but
two stories happening concurrently with one another sharing similar
themes... How will their adventures continue? Well... it starts here.
I'll look forward to your feedback!
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Mistaken Identity
Chapter Scott's 6
Beatrix woke with a start, somehow she had fallen asleep trapped in this
odd room that was more like a cell. The night before she had walked into
their suite and a vampire was waiting, the room disheveled. He took her
down to a lower level in the ship and placed her in the room, no one
seemed to try and stop them. But then again given his professional
attire, they may have thought him to be private security.
She was still in her bikini, but there was a robe and a pair of slippers
in the corner. She stood up and circled the room, putting on the robe
and slippers as she looked for weaknesses in the structure, but one look
at the hinge to the door and she knew even a vampire with all their
enhanced physical power would likely not leave here. But luckily for
Beatrix, she was not a vampire, she was a succubus and there were other
ways to get out of such a place. She just had to be patient.
There was one pressing concern: knowledge. She needed to think of what
she could do, the things she needed to know, and though the room was
quite Spartan and hence boring, this gave her plenty of time to think...
'What would Daphne do?'
Sadly, she had no idea, she just knew Daphne would use her brain. So the
first thing to do was find out why they were taken, and then to find out
where Daphne was... Beatrix had hoped when they arrived at this cell
Daphne would have been here, but clearly that was not the case.
Hours passed before Beatrix heard the familiar sound of the door being
unlocked and then being opened. The vampire entered again, and then
closed the door. There was something odd about the vampire's body
language, very effeminate, but as if he were trying to be masculine. Was
he gay? Or maybe trans? That would be awkward, trapped in a masculine
form for hundreds or thousands of years and desiring to be female... A
sardonic thought crossed Beatrix's mind that they would have been happier
in each other's shoes if that was the case, except that Beatrix had
accepted that 'his' choice to be a vampire was a poor choice in
retrospect.
He spoke, "Hello Beatrix. I am Jordan. And we need to talk."
Beatrix forced a polite smile. "Well it looks to me like we are."
He let out a bit of a tired sigh. "Are you going to answer my
questions?"
Beatrix thought for a moment. "Well I certainly want to get out of here,
so I don't mind you asking if it will help to expedite things. But we'll
see what I can answer."
He shrugged. "I suppose that's better than what your new owner will give
you for choices."
Beatrix blinked and shook her head. "Wait, owner? I do not have an
owner."
Jordan gave her an intimidating look. "You had one, you were taken by
Daphne, so that must make you hers, and we took you from her, so that
makes you... someone else's when we are done..."
Beatrix tried her best to glare back. "I am not property."
The vampire rolled his eyes. "You were. We know this. Scott died to
free you."
The name was competely unfamiar to her. "Who the fuck is Scott?"
"Your brother who died rescuing you?" he said. "Yes we saw the report,
we have a spy with the vampire hunters who arranged your papers."
Beatrix's mouth dropped a bit, 'Scott was my name?' Daphne said it to
her face, and it didn't even ring a bell... "Oh... that Scott..." her
voice lowering...
His eyebrow twitched. "Now we are getting somewhere... You admit that
you do know him."
Her eyes widened. "Wait, you have a spy with them?" Suddenly there was
a bit of fear flowing through her, she worried about her grandfather who
could be in danger.
"Yes, but I don't think you want to worry about that right now, you have
more immediate concerns. Like what a human girl is going to do when she
is returned to the vampires. What they will do to her to teach her not
to run away again... and set an example for others..."
"What human girl?" she asked.
"You." the vampire said...
"But I'm not human."
He stepped closer and sniffed. "You smell human to me."
"I'm a succubus."
He stood up, he carefully eyed her as if evaluating... Then with a lack
of concern, "So, is that what the other one is? I knew she wasn't human
just from the pure strength and speed she had, but I couldn't smell a
difference off of her. Tell me about a succubus. My knowledge is
limited to television."
Daphne shrugged. "I haven't figured it all out yet, I'm still knew, but
frequent sex with men is a thing, its fun and exciting.. Even if you
didn't like men before the change... we need sex for life. Extra sex
gives us a bit extra, we don't age, and we all look like wet dreams."
He looked me up and down as if agreeing with that. "And the other one
made you."
Beatrix nodded her head. "yeah."
"Recently?"
"Yeah."
He nodded his head. "So you were human before Scott died?"
"Who the fuck is Scott?" And again their words played out as he reminded
her of her brother... really her... "Look, just call him my brother, new
Succubi have to obey everything the succubus that made them command them
to do. She told me to forget Scott's name until I saw my mom again."
"That's weird... Why-"
Beatrix cut him off. "It doesn't matter why, it was to help me move
on..." a tear rolled down her face she was unsure of why...
Jordan paused. "Look, we need information... And You need a moment to
compose yourself, I can smell the distress on you,"I'll get you someone
to eat, and we'll carry on in a little while." He stood up and left...
'Someone to eat? She balked at the thought. It was not inaccurate, just
less literal than a vampire's meaning. Still... Beatrix watched the
door... She was alone again... "Fuck..." she forgot her male name again
already...
A few minutes later Jordan returned with a man... "Here you go."
She looked up at him. "Do you think you can find me another one or two?
I'm still new, and it's hard not to take too much... unless it's spread
out... over a couple guys..."
Jordan looked at her with something of pity and contempt. "I'll see what
I can do..."
Beatrix sat with the young man and tried not to flood the room with
pheromones too quickly. But he was clearly more and more attracted to
her, but only a few minutes passed until the door opened again, with two
more men. There was a brief exchange of pleasantries, and Daphne started
taking off her clothes... well what little she had of them which was just
her bathing suit from before and a robe.
Seven minutes later she was feeling stronger, not that she had felt weak
at all, she just knew she needed more energy if she had any hope of
escape. She took a little more than she should... like the man in the
hallway in that hotel.... This time on purpose, and the three men were
comatose.
If she could get out, she needed to get somewhere. In horror movies, the
girls were always stupid and ran up the stairs.. But those were houses.
On a ship, going up would give better vantage point and was always the
way to escape, in fact she was going to escape if her determination had
anything to say about it.
She just had to wait for Jordan the vampire to come back. And seriously
'Jordan the vampire?' That was hardly a scary name at all. Though she
recognized that when he had his hands around her in their suite, he was
definitely scary.
She heard the sound of the door opening once again. She was dressed and
sat on the chair the three men unconscious on the bed. Jordan stepped
in. "I heard you, but then it stopped, I thought you were having second
thoughts."
"Not at all. I was just hungry, so they didn't last long."
He sniffed and seemed surprised, he was aroused. "You are beautiful..."
he said as if in surprise.
"What am I not the kind of girl you like?"
Jordan looked me up and down. "Honestly? No. I have traditionally
preferred men, and my tastes for women have always been less bimbo."
There was almost a razor edge to Beatrix's voice. "You think I'm a
bimbo?"
"In looks only. Blonde hair, slim figure, bubble butt and very large
breasts.. You are more Barbie than the toy."
"Sorry to disappoint..." she stepped closer to the vampire, remembering
Daphne's warning never to sleep with a vampire... "...But maybe we can
experiment. I'm told vampire's have the stamina to keep up with us..."
Jordan stammered, he clearly had never been compromised by a woman
before. Beatrix kissed him, and he nervously kissed her back taking her
scent into him with an audible breath, and she consciously recognized
something that she had not been noticing; until that moment, he had only
breathed when he was about to speak. And within that moment, Beatrix
knew that vampires didn't have to breathe, but if they did breathe in her
scent, they were just as exposed to a succubus as any human. She felt
his hands moving over her body... "We shouldn't."
"Agreed, But I'm not about to stop..." She flooded the room with more of
her pheromones, a twitch of his arm told her that he noticed something
happen, and he sniffed again... and then kissed her harder... His hands
started moving down her body gently... and then... and only then... she
pushed him back.. He toppled backwards, and she used her enhanced
physical abilities to rush for the door, assuming his vampire abilities
didn't give him the ability to change how fast physics would pull him to
the floor, she was pretty sure once he was on his feet he could overtake
her.. She was out of the room, closing the door, and locking it before
he would have even touched the ground... Just as the lock secured, she
felt the impact against the door and a large fist sized dent appeared on
the bulkhead... "Holy fuck, they ARE strong." Suddenly she was re-
evaluating her previous assessment that even a vampire could not get out
of that room.
Knowing that the door will likely not hold the vampire for long, she
looked and saw a set of stairs going up to her left. Up is where she
wanted to go anyway. Retying the belt on her robe, she started running
barefoot toward the stairs, and she ran fast. She had never run so fast
in her life and on some level knew that she was running faster than any
normal human could. Her feet pounded on the cement in a rhythm, that
sent little shocks up to her knees, that didn't hurt so much as let her
know the energy she was expending...
The stairs were metal and grated and she had to be careful., she decided
to jump a few and found herself bounding up the length of the entire
staircase. She looked down, fifteen steps, but... for as proud as she
was of doing this herself, she deeply suspected the vampire would make
her look like a toddler racing against an olympian... Hopefully she was
wrong.
She placed her arm around the pole and swung around and pushing off her
feet again went up the next flight and suddenly she was on the next deck.
She ran full speed along until she saw the next flight of stairs coming
past her.... She still heard the pounding on the bulkhead... And
another flight of stairs and she was on a deck with moonlight... She
went out a door and swung to the left, then looked out to her right and
could see the moonlight reflecting off the water. That was a good
sign...
She saw a security guard, and from what her understanding was, they
either were, or answered to the vampires. She had no idea if they could
be trusted, back through the door. She went up again... and up and up...
She heard a voice, "Hey, what are you doing here? Let me see your-" she
didn't wait for more and ran, and found herself on the highest deck, and
jumping for a ladder, crawled even higher and was on top of the cruise
ship itself... She saw the helipad, and walked away from it... She took a
moment and realized that she may have actually taken this anti-horror
movie thing too far.
She took a deep breath through her nose, could she smell the vampire
coming for her? No not Jordan, but someone was chasing after her, and it
may have been. Then she smelled the water, not ocean water, but
chlorinated water. Her eyebrow went up, and she heard footsteps near the
ladder she had climbed to get here... "fuck it." She untied her robe
and let the wind take it away... And then she got a running start, then
with a full speed run, jumped off the front of the deck, not toward the
water but toward a pool.
She passed the bridge, and continued to the next deck, and hit another
deck,not the pool she had hoped for, but she was not injured and she was
still getting closer, she ran again... and one more jump and three decks
below her coming fast was the pool with the ten foot deep end, from the
height she was at she had no idea if she would be alright, would she hit
the bottom? Or would the surface tension be like hitting concrete? She
arched her body like a diver and everything seemed to be in slow motion.
In the back of her mind she was unsure if this was part of her
supernatural ability to perceive time at a different speed, or if she was
imagining this... but as soon as her fingers touched the water, she
expanded and curved her body... She immediately slowed down, and her
shoulder touched the bottom of the deep end gently... She pressed both
palms against the floor of the pool and pushed up, exploding out of the
water and landing on her feet at the poolside.
"What the hell lady?" a guard yelled. "You do not jump from one deck to
another! I see you do that again I will ban you from this cruise,
someone could have been hurt, you as well..."
"Sorry." she said as she looked around for someone familiar... She
grabbed a couple towels, rang her hair out, dried herself off a bit... at
the very least the chlorine should mask her scent for a little while.
She needed to find a place either very isolated, or very crowded.
Crowded for now, she had no idea what was safe.
She heard a crowd and realized there was a fairly intense party going on,
live music, there seemed to be lots of talking and yelling, and the
scents were hard to determine separately. Just the type of place where
she needed to go. She made her way over to a door and entered, she saw
the band playing, so much dancing, flirting, and lots of smiles. Perfect
for hiding if Jordan had tracked her scent to the pool.
There was a tap on her shoulder, she turned around holding a smile,
hoping for the best, fearing the worst. She remembered him from the
night before, the nice guy who invited her and Daphne to her first orgy
as a succubus... well first orgy period.
"Hey, that was some party last night, I told some of the others about it,
and they were hoping I'd find the two of you again, is your friend here?"
Trixie smiled, and tried to hide her worry about Daphne. "No, just me
tonight."
He shrugged. "How hungry are you? I have half the morning staff ready
to see if I was being honest.. You know, if you are interested..."
Trixie shrugged and smiled. "I'm insatiable. Let's go." She wrapped
her arm around his to let him lead the way...
Several minutes later they entered one of the entertainment rooms. She
looked around. "I'm not sure what to say, you were definitely
exaggerating when you said half the morning staff, but damn, there's
still more guys than I thought."
He laughed. "Well, I meant there were a lot of us who thought having a
not-so-shy succubus onboard could be fun, let alone two, but is this too
many for you?"
Trixie shrugged her shoulder. "Let's find out..." One of the guys
stepped forward, and she put her hand up to say 'hold on.' and everyone
stopped. She took off her wet bikini and hung it on a hat rack in the
corner. "Lost my outfit last time... now I'm just going to have to
remember it's on the hat rack..." She looked around. "Which five of you
will be first?"
A couple hours later it was well after midnight, but still a few hours
from sunrise. She left the room with all the men in virtual comas from
sexual exhaustion, she was naked and wiping herself off with a towel like
Daphne had shown her that morning... she put her bikini back on and took
a complimentary robe...
She needed to find Daphne. She had no idea where she should begin. She
could find her way back down to the cell she was trapped in.. Maybe see
if there were other adjacent rooms that had any prisoners. Hopefully one
of them would have Daphne. On the other hand, if the vampire Jordan had
brought back up with him, she might not be able to stop him, especially
if he had a female vampire with him that would not respond as well to her
pheromones... for that matter if Jordan did not use his sense of smell,
she might not be able to beat him again. Hell, since he knew what he was
getting into, she might now be able to get him again. It may have been
her only chance... after all the twenty-five guys she just fucked weren't
going anywhere and the room was already full of pheromones.
She stopped and after careful deliberation, decided to take a chance and
go back to their suite. Nobody would be stupid enough to do that, right.
The place was trashed, but that didn't stop her from taking a shower and
putting on a sexy dress with matching makeup... And seriously how had
she gotten so good at walking in heels so quickly? Oh right, Daphne
commanded her to...
She made her way back to another dance party, one closer to the fuck
room... Yeah, that's what she was calling the room with twenty-five
comatose and happy men... and she simply sat and watched hoping Jordan
would show up sooner rather than later, or she might have to try
something similar the next day... The ship wasn't supposed to make its
next port until the following day anyway, so unless someone had a
speedboat or helicopter planned, there would be no getting off the ship
for close to thirty-six hours..
So there she was, smelling herself, no chlorine to hide her scent, maybe
a little perfume, but no reason to make it too easy. She was focusing on
keeping her pheromone levels down, but enough to keep herself both
noticable and the guy she was making out with interested while she kept
an eye on the entrances from her perfect spot in the corner.
As expected... well maybe 'hoped' was a better word, Jordan walked in.
He had not immediately seen her, by this point she hoped her scent and
the pheromones had saturated the room, making it harder to find her. Or
at least she wanted it to seem that way.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed holding her glance toward him, assuming he would
hear her, he did... and they made eye contact... She quickly pushed off
the guy she was making out, and grabbed a window sill and managed to pull
herself out the open window... She ran down the hall, and she heard a
smash, looked back to see the vampire had done the same as she did,
except took out a chunk of the wall...
Dexterous he was not.
She ran as quickly as she could, noting that she was even faster after
having the twenty-five men... Running through a door and sprinting down
the hall, she reached the door just in time to open it and see him
turning the corner.
She jumped a bed, and hid behind it. She waited. A moment later the
door opened. And she heard Jordan's voice, "What the fuck?" he asked.
He paused. "Did you knock out over a dozen men?" "I know you're in
here, I can smell..." he paused. "Not again..."
At that point Trixie stood up and bounded over the bed and reached him.
Pushed him down onto the bed... "Over two dozen... I didn't knock them
out, I slept with them... and yes again... except this time I am going to
have my way with you."
He shook his head. "You fucked over two dozen guys in under two hours?"
his voice spoke with disgust, but it didn't soften his cock or make him
try at all to resist.
"Yup..." she kissed him hard, he did not resist. She pushed him onto the
bed, and again he had no visible urge to fight her. She flooded the room
with even more pheromones. "ever sleep with a succubus?"
He shook his head. "No..."
"Get ready, this is going to be quite a ride..." she giggled and then
made his cock twitch in his pants, Trixie could hear it shifting in his
pants. She started undoing his belt as she continued to kiss him except
it didn't work out s wello, gripping his belt she just pulled and
shredded his pants... She lifted her own skirt and grabbed his throbbing
hard member and brought it to the entrance of her pussy lips and slowly
descended downward onto it...
'Don't fuck a vampire.' Daphne warned, 'They are territorial.' Well she
did not have a choice if she had a shot in hell of finding Daphne.
"Oh fuck!" He exclaimed.
"Oh yes, yes I will." Trixie giggled. Moving up and down finding new
strength in her pussy muscles as well. She oddly found herself with a
sixth sense for how much pressure she should apply, and with the vampire,
she found she could squeeze quite tightly without causing injury... Up
and down... Up and down...
'Don't fuck a vampire.' Daphne's memory practically screamed into her
head, but again it was too late.
He grasped her arm, his grip hurt, but he was not trying to hurt her...
Trixie looked down at his vise-like drip, and between breaths, "Most guys
like to play with my tits..." and a giggle followed... his grip loosened
and the man started playing with her breasts in a way that no man had
tried to please her yet. And here she thought he had no experience with
women... "that feels good..." she encouraged. He was oddly gentle, but
rough where she needed it... rough in ways she had no idea she needed it.
And she almost felt a stream flow into her, not his cum, something else,
like a pull she was familiar with from the human men she had fucked...
but something she had not noticed until she felt Jordan's strength of
it.. She was taking his strength... He seemed unaware of it, and then a
moment later, she felt the pulse in her pussy, he was coming... She
pulled on the energy, and pulled it...
He moaned in pleasure, and she did not stop pulling from him, she was
enjoying this... He was raw power and she was taking it into herself.
He stopped cumming, his balls were empty and she started to pull more,
stealing his maleness, sapping him of his strength in a way Daphne had
warned her against with humans... but she remembered, Daphne told her,
the one nice thing about fucking a vampire, is they regenerate quickly,
they had the stamina to keep up...
He moaned again. "Your eyes..." It was only then that Trixie was aware
of the light pinkish-purple light bathing Jordan's face... but he
continued, "they are glowing fuschia..." Seriously what guy calls pink
or purple fuschia?
She watched as his muscles started to fade from him, his features
softened, and soon he was empty... He was not female, more androgynous,
clearly still male, but effeminate would be overly kind to say the
least...
She heard a sound behind her. She looked up and saw a woman was walking
in, one with fangs. 'Shit...'
She looked at Jordan. "Men... never know what to do around a pair of
tits." She grabbed Trixie and pulled her off of him, and pressed her to
the wall. "What the fuck did you do to him?" her rage-filled voice
demanded as her eyes looked at the oddly un-masculine male.
Trixie grabbed the female vampire and squeezed her arm, surprised as the
skeletal structure collapsed so easily under her fingers... the woman
shrieked, and Trixie threw the woman off her and she smashed against the
wall so hard that her head split open and the wall... the painted steel
wall was dented...
Daphne looked at her hands and understood, she did feed off the vampire.
Daphne said that Succubi could not... She was stronger than the
vampires... At least these two. She looked at the twenty five men, was
it them? No... The vampire blood didn't add to her power, it magnified
her power... simple math, this wasn't addition, like humans, this was
multiplication... A smile crawled over her face as she picked up Jordan.
She dragged him along the deck. "We are going to talk... and you are
going to tell me where Daphne is..." He was unconscious, the sun would
be up soon, but Beatrix was not going to give up on Daphne.
To be continued.
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So I hope you've been enjoying Mistaken Identity so far, I've been
hearing less feedback for the last couple parts, so I will make it to
part ten, but I think I will move to another story, likely RBF...
(currently public) or TBwtDC (Next month publicly, next week on Patreon)
But I still have a few other ideas stuffed in my bra too! Lol.
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