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School had just let out for summer, and all the young were hurrying home to stay. It was a day for conclusions, when work ethics could collapse alongside the old, backed-up homework which was now being dumped, symbolic of all the knowledge that they would strive to forget.

She felt so calm, hugging her friends goodbye and exchanging cell phone numbers with all of them. A new-age southern belle she was, modern and classic at once. She was courteous and thick of accent, while witty and intelligent. She was content to be feminine and old-fashioned with her looks and duties at home, where she prepared meals and tended to the animals. At the same time, she was quite liberal on most issues, even feministic. All the while she was finding new ways of expressing herself on the brand new world of telnet, and discovering herself in private as well.

Physically, she was perfect. Sweet sixteen, she had all the right curves for a belle, with breasts so freshly ripened that she had to refit herself for a new bra soon - an ample C at last. Her long legs were visible today past her denim shorts, which were modestly long to be called "shorts," but still unable to hide how firm she was from the buttocks down. Southern tradition would once have included a mass of curls in her yellow hair, but time had tugged the style downward a bit, leaving long yellow drapes to frame her pink cheeks. Her face held a shining pair of blue eyes, themselves eclipsed in long, dark lashes. Her smile could not be described in their voluptuousness.

Despite her worldview and exquisite beauty, this particular child was a virgin. She had her reasons, but as far as anyone could tell they were not based on religion or social pressures. Few others could accept virgin innocence in this new age, neither the boys in her school who wanted her most, nor her female friends, all broken in. Still she would not cave, nor say aloud what she was waiting for.

She didn't know it yet, but what she was waiting for came for her that very night.

The sun was still shining as she moved through the forest of her father's farm, homeward. In the shadows of one tree a soft pair of eyes watched this lovely prey scurry, admiring the way her legs flexed with motion. The nose between those eyes breathed in, catching wind of her hymen, still intact. It was then that this was selected, and the eyes closed to sleep, a blanket of leaves pulling around the form of their mistress to shield off the moving spots of sunlight.

She went out that night to be among her friends. In a fast car they painted the town red with all the other young drivers, fortunately without any wrecks. It was a blissful evening of conversations that involved everything but school, as if it were just a false memory. Then it got dark, and the sun vanished, so the girls tired of their adventures and began to drop each other off. She was let out beside the forest again, a place she felt safe to traverse on her own.

"See y'all round." She cooed.

As the fast car sped off again, she was lit up by the headlights one last time, and then it was her and the moon.

She walked into the forest, the grass a little dry and crunchy whenever she stepped out from the shadows. Other than that, there was not a single sound around her. She felt so loose and free that she wanted to dance with the shadows of the trees. She got her wish when the shadows leapt for her, only she was not free at all.

It was in silence that she was grabbed, arms snagging her from behind on the noisy vegetation. Though there was a struggle, it seemed as if only her feet rustled the grass. They were skillfull. To add noise, she let out a shriek and ran, but they moved fast. At first she thought she was approaching her own shadow, then she realized that one was cutting her off, clad in a cowled robe of black, the face pale. She realized it was a man, and her heart pounded for fear of being violated.

Suddenly everything was dark. She blinked, finding herself face-down in the grass. The man above her was still there, skinny as a rail, but his strength was uncanny as he bent down and grabbed her wrists. She could not even move them as they were bound over her head in a black, silk strap. Her soft palms were fondled when this was complete.

"Relax." Came a voice from behind. The other man. "We'll replace what we have to tear, but you struggle too much to undress any other way." Suddenly she was being lifted, the loop of her binding strap being fitted over a branch. She tried to kick, but then her legs were done up the same way at the ankles, unable to move as her shoes and socks were pulled off and set aside. Again she was fondled, on the soft pads of her feet.

"Please... don't rape me. Ah' wont say anything!" She pleaded, squirming in place as they tugged the front of her blouse outward. "Please, no... ahh... I..."

The one in front of her, the skinny one, laughed. "We know you're a virgin, pretty one. You smell quite pristine."

"Be silent." said the other from behind. His accent sounded very foreign as he spoke, but comforting as well. It was deeper than his companion's. "Relax, my lady, we're not raping you."

The skinny one just shrugged, pulling out a small knife from his robe. "It's tempting though," he said, approaching her.

The girl screamed at the sight of the blade and squirmed a little, though with her hands and legs bound it was useless. Then the knife came up across her young bosom, and she went still. It was tugged downward into her collar, then pulled through her blouse top to base with a tearing sound. The skinny man pulled the torn front open slowly, exposing her breasts in their slightly stretched bra, pert and rosy pink.

Her shorts were dealt with next by a cut across each leg and then the crotch, all strokes careful but brisk. The silky blouse and denim shorts, ruined, fell to the ground by the skinny man's feet. Hands wandered up her thighs briefly, then pulled away.

She was now stripped to her underwear, and worse, she was bound, vulnerable, and cold.

The thin man walked around her, shaking his head with delight as he found her buttocks and caressed one with his slim fingers. Then he reached between and pushed her panties inward to expose them more, which made her squirm. "Beautiful."

"We're done here. She cant have anything hidden in her underwear." Whispered the other.

"Sure she does! Many lovely things. Look at these cheeks, how round and pink they are, like soft peaches. And her Venus mound... look how it tents out front."

The other actually did peek, smirking. He was, she noticed, very handsome and built compared to his companion, and more like a gentleman as well. "I see clearly." He said. "She is beautiful. But she isn't meat to be discussed as such."

"I merely admire." said the other, reaching up to stroke the girl's spine. "I mean no harm."

"Nevertheless, let me move her." The other one said, swatting his hand aside. He wrapped his arms around the virgin, lifting her forward and off the branch, then setting her down with her bound wrists behind her head. With his own knife he cut through the black silk around her ankles. "Pretty girl, stay silent and follow. You are needed, or this would not happen. All of this will make sense very shortly."

The virgin sobbed softly. "No, lemme go, ah' just want to go to bed."

But he just stroked her taut stomach from behind. "You would just sleep right through your wettest dream, child. Come." He clasped the binding cloth and pushed her forward with it, until she started to comply, sobbing a little.

"Shhh..." the thin one whispered, "we have no choice."

The girl was taken by a black sedan to the outskirts of town, another forest. Again she was led barefoot, but this time a path of dirt was beneath her. Her pink thighs bumped together often, quivering with fear and chill alike. She could not even think to escape, she was so defeated. The binding cloth, the wind, the hard little pebbles under her soft feet, all made her so uncomfortable that she blushed furiously in humiliation. But the most embarrassing thing of all was that the blush rose up between her thighs as well, a kind of kinky satisfaction creeping up on her whenever she stepped on a rock with her soft little toes. The two men seemed to notice her arousal, smiling at one another as they breathed in the warmed drafts coming off her form.

The trio came to the door of a small building, too small for people to stand around inside it. It held only a stairway leading down, so down she was taken. She was not terribly surprised by what she found below.

The chamber was made of grey stone, with a red carpet lain across the center. The only furniture was two candles and a red bed of silk, fit only for one person. She was led to it and asked to settle upon it, which she did with a sad expression of defeat. She was now certain that she was about to be ravaged by the men, and just as certain that she would not break free.

The built, handsome one wiped her tears away with his robe's sleeve, and began brushing back the girl's hair as she was lain out on her back, hands still bound behind her head on the pillow. "Don't be scared right now." He whispered.

Then a soft tapping sound started on the stairway. She watched the shadows of four others coming down the stairs, until the door shut and the tunnel was dark. Into candle light they all appeared, one man and three women. All wore black cowled robes like the two males she already met, and all were noticeably pale. But there was something else about the woman in front. It was very clear that she was in charge, for as she strode up to the virgin, the others parted away from her. The girl slid back in the bed, shivering, but she felt very soothed by the face now looking upon her.

The tall woman looked long and hard at the girl, at her body, at her state, and shook her head. She looked at the two hunters and frowned. "She should not be this agitated. I hope she made it unmolested."

The kind, handsome one now shook his head, while another one of the females came over and stood beside him, also wanting an answer. "It was not my fault. Lucas rushed her, and treated her like something of a sex toy. She was only probed a little though."

The thin one, apparently named Lucas, crossed his arms. "She has to get frightened sooner or later. She's only human."

"I suppose that's true." said the mistress with a smile, circling the bed. "But that's the last time I send men to do a woman's job. We take forceful men more seriously than the other way around. Now then..." she sat down on the bed, slowly, almost maternal in her approach, and lifted off her cowl. Her face was beautiful, her smile radiant but closed, her hair long, wavy and black, almost aristocratic. She spoke very plain and seductively, almost musically to the girl. "You are not among enemies, my dear. Some of us are more... eager... than others, but we aren't a threat."

"Who are you?" Asked the girl, trying to tunnel her vision on this one lovely face. She felt so naked while they were completely covered.

The mistress just smiled more open, and her heart froze at the sight of two white fangs curving from her jaws.

The woman who now stood near her captors grinned as well, showing hers. "Well, that's what we are," she added, "I, however, am named Lira."

"And I'm Chloe." Chuckled the vampire mistress. "Not a dark name at all, is it? But neither is Lucas." She motioned to the skinny man. "He brought you here, with Andrew... who, coupled with Lira, provides us with all the romantic dialogue we can bare." All the vampires chuckled. "And this is my right-hand woman, Samantha, a good vampiress name... and my right hand man, Richard. Not a good vampire name at all." Each grinned in turn, showing fangs.

The virgin just gave Chloe a defiant look, her accent coming on thick as she spoke with agitation. "Ah don't believe in this stuff... and ah'm not gonna let you hurt me. Lemme go now before you get in trouble."

There was a silence, though the girl had expected laughter. For some reason, Chloe almost looked saddened by her words. After a moment, her words died away and the mistress moved closer, her pale hand surprisingly warm as its stroked such a young face, then ran up into her blonde, straight hair. "You'll believe soon. For now, you should really relax. We may be vampires, but there is much to us that is human. That is why we are doing this. To keep it that way."

"Please, ah' don't understand."

"We have a choice. We can drink nightly, or the blood of a virgin can last us a year. Of course we still drink often, but this removes the need for it."

"No!" The girl shouted. "Not that! You can have mah' virginity!"

Chloe looked surprised. "But not your blood? Why not?"

"Its my life!"

"It's more than that." Chloe smiled. "You see, for a vampire it is not the blood that makes the drink, or else we would feed upon animals. Any blood can serve us for nourishment, as well as normal food. But real life is in the emotions, which this curse' can strip away quickly, unchecked. It is therefore passion that makes the drink, that keeps us truly alive. That is why we need you to be virgin, so that your deflowering can fill your blood with such sweet excitement that our thirsts will be sated for four seasons. Your capture and the stripping were part of it, to excite you. Look..." she reached down and slid her fingers around one of the virgin's thighs, pulling it from the other. "Your panties have dampened already."

The virgin paused, looking at herself, Atop the mound there was a streak of darkness. Blushing, she closed her legs fast around the fingers. "It's not fair! Why should ah' have to die just t' save people ah' don't know?"

"You don't. You'll be fine."

"Then... why should ah' have to give up my virginity?"

Chloe sighed, taking her hands away. "I'm sorry, but that you do. We need your blood, desperately, laced with your erotic bliss. So we do not intend to take anything by force. You will allow it on your own accord. We know you will. We are all masters of lovemaking. You will find no first time better than this. No mortal will never match us." She reached down, cupping the pantied mound and pushing upwards. "You're wet anyway."

The girl shivered, looking up at everyone around her. "Ah' wont let them in... ah'm sorry."

"You're sure? These are good men, even Richard. Better than those bastards in school who want you so much. One night they may drug you up or something horrible like that, but all of this, the capture, was to excite... and it worked, do not deny it..."

"I don't want any man in me. Ever." She protested, looking down at the hand on her sex.

Chloe paused, blinking with surprise. Then she grinned again with her fangs, her hand beginning to stroke up and down, slowly, pushing the lips around in a circle. "We wouldn't force that. I'd die before giving you anything that couldn't satisfy you. The spell wouldn't work anyway. Though is this barrier worth more to you than our lives?"

"No... it's just..." stammered the girl, now spreading her legs despite herself.

"It's just... not a penis that you want. Well, me neither...." she grinned to her fellow vampires. "Finally, one for me... Oh friends, I am pleased."

The one called Lira giggled and shared a private smile with Andrew. "Like a little Clarice." And he smiled sadly.

The virgin looked up into the soft eyes of the mistress, who now was cupping her breast under the bra, stretching it further. She whimpered in response, arching her body up to the hand and gasping, "No... no wait...."

"No, I will not wait." Smiled Chloe, pulling her hand up. The bra snapped off in front as she stood fully beside the bed. "Im the only girl in this group to love women, and I have yet to ever experience it. And you are wet, aroused, stirred by me, and furthermore...." she reached up, and pulled the silk strap loose, unbinding the girl's hands. "You stopped fighting this strap ever since I touched your panties."

The virgin blushed, resting her hands on her belly.

Chloe laughed. "Thought so. Bring me the water, Lira."

From the lip of a cup, the virgin was fed a sweet, sugary water while the vampiress' finger continued to push up and down on the shape of her slit, making her soak the fabric more and more. Once she was full of the fluid, the cup was pulled aside and all the vampires began to remove their cloaks. They were all nude underneath save belts for their knives, their bodies beautiful. Every breast was pert, every sex stirred, every penis solid and large, but somehow only the mortal was pink. Their blood did not seem to tint the skin, anywhere.

Chloe herself stripped last, her perfect, ageless body the most clearly aroused. Suddenly the virgin was excited. All those online fantasies of sapphism, and she had the perfect woman naked for her.

"To think a beauty like you loved women all along. Look at these breasts..." Chloe now straddled the bed, her shape looming over the beauty lain beneath her. "Everything is perfect. We will be beautiful together. Now listen, for here is the miracle. Do not feel ill. The fluid you drank was blood from each of us. In our veins it is only a sugared, runny water until your red passion flows inside. So water will be wine, when we make love. Shortly, you will see the power of this. And no, it will not change you into a vampire, you-"

Suddenly the girl sat up and embraced the mistress. Pale and flushed breasts pushed firmly together, all four nipples hardened and touching like little stones in soft beds. Chloe gasped, kissing her on the lips deeply as they lay down again.

"Lick me..." whispered the girl.

"Wait." Chloe said, kissing her again. Then she sat up, pulling out her dagger. "This part may make you nervous, but please don't fear."

"Ah'm too excited tah' be afraid anymore."

Chloe lifted her hand up, and slit herself deep across the palm. The water fell down over her wrist, and she lay it down over the virgin's breast, making it shine... then the other, sensuously massaging the spot... she did the same to a wrist, to each inner thigh, and to her neck on the right side. The vampire blood was as hot as the virgin's secretions, and all these tender spots tingled until she felt erogenous everywhere.

"Keep your wrist turned upward, don't let it spill. The other hand is for me. For my pussy... let us see yours."

The panties at last came of with a tear, the knife popping the side open so it could be thrown aside. At last it was bare for all to see, the perfect pink labia curved together in a tight s' of soft, loose skin. Only a little triangle of yellow hair stood atop the wet slit, curled nicely in the good old-fashioned southern style after all. Giggling, Chloe traced her from the base to the top, pushing the protruding button inward against the hood as she flicked her knuckle into the pubic swirls.

"Mmm, beautiful..." she cooed, listening to the moans of the child.

"What.. What now?" asked the virgin.

"Now I must break your hymen. Do you submit to that?" She began pushing two fingers in together, slowly.

"Yes..." came the effeminate, accented reply. "Yes, take me..."

Smiling, Chloe pushed her fingers in. The others began to masturbate. Slowly, she drew them in and out, up and down, scissoring them open to part the lips so she could peek inside at the coral-like flesh, so fresh and pink. As the girl started to squirm, she pushed in the last inches with force, ending the virgin's virginity. She stirred her fingers over the spot, pulling them out blood-soaked while the poor girl whimpered and squirmed, biting a pillow as her wrist strained to keep upturned.

"I'm sorry dear. There's no way to make that feel good..." she reached out and pressed her blood-coated digits against the one wet wrist, and to the beauty's surprise the vampire blood there turned bright red. This was applied to all the spots: wrist, thighs, breasts, and neck. "You see what will happen inside us. And I do this so that all who drink will taste your virgin blood, which is the sweetest part of all." She slid the rest into her own mouth, and drank it off. "Mmm, this time I get the honors." she cooed, her face suddenly seeming to blush a little. It was color appearing in her face.

Eagerly, the others started to approach, but she waved her hand at them. "I've waited centuries to be with a woman, you may all wait some minutes." And they all backed off. The girl wondered how short a span of time a year seemed to these creatures.

Chloe turned her eyes back to her young lover and kissed again, moving her lips to the nearest nipple and tugging it with her teeth. The girl couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, her deflowered sex pressing up now against the ageless labia of the vampire, each hot as fire.

"Oh god, Chloe!" the girl whispered. "Let me lick you."

"I will find time for that. Believe me." said the vampiress, as she pushed her fingers back inside the youth's vagina. "My kiss, for now, will be fufiling enough. It is time for me to feed, so be brave."

Heart pounding, the girl tilted her head up and bit her lip.

"Lira, Samantha, you shall take the breasts. Andrew, take the wrist, as you are a gentleman, and that way you'll be near Lira. The thighs are for the other two men." She pulled her hips up and away from the girl, the wet vaginal lips peeling from their kiss. Then she pressed her fingers back into the deflowered petals, whispering, "Ready for a kiss?"

"Yes." came a quick answer, and suddenly the modern girl inside her showed her face. Fingers leapt up between the vampires legs, plunging into the white, hairless sex, and for the first time Chloe felt a woman's touch. Her moans were filled with astonishment as she leaned to kiss the mortal, pressing her nose into the side of her throat as her teeth brushed around, just the tips, stimulating a purple vein to loom through the pink skin... the feeling of this made the girl's toes curl, but the penetration was purely invigorating. The teeth sank in with a squirt of red, and suddenly she was giving suck through her neck. She couldnt even tilt her head, the stimulation was so fearfully powerful, but she tucked her fingers upward, deeper into Chloe's silky pocket.

Lira and Samantha knelt by the breasts, smiling to one another as if sharing a delightful meal. Neither liked women, but the pert orbs were beautiful... sapphism was in the air, it seemed. They each took hold of one soft orb, kissed the respective nipple, then sank in their fangs. Simultaneously, her wrist was clasped, kissed, and punctured by the gentleman named Andrew. Her hand uncurled from a fist, surprisingly relaxed when punctured. On each inner thigh, she felt a tingle, then a burn as the last four knives entered her flesh. Then at every spot the lips fell down, the fangs pulling up, replacing sharp solidity with soft moisture. The girl shivered at the sensation.

Now her eyes wandered over to Lira, who was so beautiful. She was also moaning with lust as she drank... Andrew, behind her, was moving his hips, clutching her with his free hand as he stared over the upturned wrist.

Chloe lift her face, her lips smeared with a new red lipstick as they smiled to the other girls. "Seems feminine charm isn't lost on you after all." She flirtatiously whispered.

Lira ran her tongue up and down sensuously over the wound she'd made. "Mmm, I am Andrew's alone, but I have my doubts about Samantha..."

"Is that so?" Chloe asked, sinking down to suckle the neck once more, her hand working faster into the deflowered passage.

The one named Samantha blushed profusely with the blood she'd taken, only just then she was suckling upon the girl's nipple warmly... she retreated to the wound, her eyes shutting with a pleasured sigh as she touched herself below. She could learn to enjoy this.

The girl they supped upon just smiled, feeling suddenly so safe with these creatures of darkness. She couldn't squirm a single part of her body, but her tummy flexed and loosened beautifully in time with the hand delving her sex. She noticed now that Chloe's vagina was bright with lust, glowing around her own drenched fingers. "Oh god... you're all turning pink..." she whispered, strained.

"Yes..." said Lira, still feeding off the blood with laps of her tongue, eating like a cat. "We will remain like this the whole year, thanks to your sacrifice."

"No sacrifice..." whimpered the girl, turning to Chloe. The vampire mistress' cheek was so pink and warm when it brushed to hers that she kissed it, then moved up to nibble on an ear. as she listened to the suckling sound beside her, she felt her heart tremble with love. She suddenly had a painful crush on this woman... it was akin, in her mind, to the way a tentative mother might change her mind when giving milk.

The girl closed her eyes, wanting this to last forever, but now she could sense it would not. Her tummy held butterflies, and her sexual pearl was tense under the pressure of Chloe's knuckles. It seemed that the sensation of climax was flowing from every spot of her body where fangs were pressed, shooting up her arm from the wrist, down through her breasts, up through her thighs, all converging on her trembling labia. Then it shot out to all those areas, and she spasmed with a scream of pleasure into her lover's ear, her greatest orgasm overtaking her....

Chloe leapt up, lips bright red with blood, and kissed her passionately, moaning back. A chorus of cries went up around the kissing women as the passion of a virgin in climax pushed them all over the edge, pouring the sweet semen and juices into their newly flushed hands. Even Chloe herself, and perhaps especially Chloe herself, squeezed down on the fingers inside her with need.

Then everyone collapsed against the bed, removing their mouths... the spots ceased to bleed immediately.

Chloe lifted her face, sharing a loving smile with the mortal child. "Look." She whispered, pulling the girl's wrist into view so she could watch it heal before her eyes, courtesy of the immortal blood lain there.

The girl just smiled.

She felt sad as she was lead home. Now it truly felt like a day of conclusion. But at least the school year hadn't been anti-climactic.

Andrew and Lira walked her, in her beautiful new dress, a present from Chloe. Unfortunately the vampire mistress herself was not around... she had to oversee something else. The girl wondered what could be more important than the way she felt when they kissed.

Lira smiled to her as they got to the forest again. "Will you be alright the rest of the way?"

"Yes..." she whispered, stepping forward a bit.

Andrew smiled. "You sleep well, and thank you. You've helped us immeasurably."

"Indeed you have." Added Lira. "And I think you deserve the reward you'll undoubtedly receive."

"What reward?" asked the pretty girl, turning, but they had both vanished.

She moved onward, finding her way home, passing the tree limb she had been bound to. When she got to her house, she crept inside as quietly as she could. She was a stealthy sort of girl, so she avoided her parents' wrath for the night. But she still felt so dizzy as she looked around her room, as if she hadn't seen her possessions in so long... her day was so different, so unusual. And for that she knew she would sleep quickly, shutting the lights off and heading to bed.

She almost did, her eyes closing, her mind wandering. Then the shadows by the curtains moved with a rustle. She sat up, blinking, watching as something loomed towards her. "Come to me." She said to the shadow.

Chloe's beautiful bare form materialized in the moonlight, approaching the bed.

The girl was calm. She just smiled, whispering, "I love you."

Chloe smiled back. "The vampire hungers no longer, child. But the woman... does."

"Come feast." Whispered the non-virgin, and she embraced her new love.