For me, this is charity. On almost every level. I am NOT a people person, although I get along with most people of average intellect very well. It's not so much that I have to wear a mask when I am out to hide who I really am. I find that when I talk with people they try and hide who, or what they are or what they like from fear of shame, or the law, or just simple rejection from others around them. I tend to feel as if I do not hide so much but I am only able to show so much of my onion because what remains hides itself or people don't want to or refuse to see something that appears rotten, or maybe just not fit for public consumption. I have no real shame in who or what I am. Maybe it's because back when I was still human I clung to my own self-image of what a person is supposed to be that in my afterlife I am still unable to let go of that self-image. Who am I to drone on and on about what makes up my own mind. Carl Jung? Or maybe more appropriate, Enhance?
As we finish up our Garlic free, and also sea salt free meal. One thing that was kept out of the lore about vampires is that we do have an aversion to garlic but we also are unable to cross living water of our on free will, if that is what we have. We are also unable to consume sea salt. This will not directly kill us but it hurts like brand and takes as long for us heal from it as loosing a small appendage, more or less. I came upon this information the hard way. I was eating some caramel, the fresh, hand made kind that you might find in a family run candy store. I like the kind with walnuts inside. I was in this little shop in a no name town in Pennsylvania, or maybe it was upstate New York. Anyway, this little old man still tended the till at this small shop and I had stopped in his place one dark and icy winter close to closing time. He and his wife had gotten the shop when they were just married and ran it their entire life. Having 4 kids growing up in, what amounts to a HEROIN store for KIDS. The children of this motivated couple have all grown up to have good lives of their own. One of the kids even grew up to be a dentist of all things... and a salon owner and keeper or whores.
Back then it did not take much to be a dentist. The kids are long gone with families of their own and the only thing that remain was this little old man waiting out what years he has left passing flavored sugar off to the masses. I could see he did not have the passion for the art that he once held as a young man. So I opted to take the life of this old stranger. Help him back to his wife. This had nothing to do with helping him, more a turn of phrase really. I had noticed through the glass he had just put out some fresh caramel. Not many things will turn my attention away from a kill once my gut has made the final call but for some reason this simple confection broke my focus and I felt my mind center to a perfect point at that moment then and there. I paid for the poison I sought and left the store after hearing this poor old man's story.
About halfway home I took a piece out and ate it. The effect was not immediate but it did NOT take long. Like acid ripping through my chest I ripped my wagon off to the side of the road and fell out onto the hard cold snow. Coughing up blood and other red things that were meant to stay inside. Looking like a person with advanced TB. Then it was gone almost as fast as it had come upon me. I thought that little old man had some holy script and was able to see who I was, poisoning me or something that others could not. NO, He had just used sea salt in making his candy. The purity of the salt it seems, would highlight the sweetness of the candy in a way that regular salt does not. I am not sure why pure sea salt has this weaponized ability against us. If I had to take a guess I think it has something to do with the age and power of the sea. The fact that water is a major building block of life in this realm and the unstoppable force, size, and power of the ocean. In all reality the ocean is as near to God as one can get and still remain alive. It is the true definition of AWESOME in the purest sense of the word.
After we finished our "FILLING" meal, we made our way back to the car where Chad was waiting quietly as always. No radio, no book or anything to pass the time. Just looking out through the glass at the mason work of the wall in front of the spot he had parked to car. If he were not a vampire and already a vicious killer, I would think him a serial killer. I tell him that from time to time. It always seems to make him smile. On the way home the ladies gave a strict and through undressing of the crowd of patrons at the restaurant and an amateur assessment of the mental condition of all they had watched in the time we had spent making nice with the locals.
Kara was wearing a purple form fitting dress with 6" heels. The shoes matched her dress perfectly and was strapless. Clung to her legs were jet black stocking that I am sure went up to mid-thigh. Thin gold chain gently crossed her collarbone with a simple but beautiful purple stone at the bottom with earrings to match. Her hair was pulled back tight and high with a few strands let down to frame her face with more perfection than any frame around any picture anywhere in the world.
Jade, matching her beauty had a dark blue skirt with darker blue nylons and shoes blacker than the heart that stopped beating in her chest long ago. 8" heels that matched her dress bringing this firecracker to a total of 5′2". She wore earrings that distracted from her ears that seems to have a distorted self-image of. Large golden earrings that exploded with blue stones that Poseidon himself must have crafted by hand. Her hair, long black kinky curls that exploded from the top of her and seem to never end. Washing her entire head and covering most of her face. Ending just past her neck and the power of her ebony curls seem to absorb no light at all because her hair seem to bounce the light as if she had ribbons of silver running through it. Perfectly supernatural.
Sonya, able to take a weakness and flip it on its head. Having a look in her eyes of absolute pleasure and confusion wore maroon sequence with black open toe on her feet. Her legs in the open air and emeralds around her neck and matching earrings that made the dress mute everything else around her. Her thin fine brown hair clung to her head and neck. Ending in subtle waves just past her breasts. Her chest leading the way, her hair had no chance of passing the top of her custom tailored dress, that was cut to fit her epic top half, painfully narrow hourglass. Her bottom half matching her top half, a slit in her dress showing her legs that were almost as long as Jade was tall.
They looked as if I had pulled them all from billboards on the way and you would almost want to look for shapes missing from the signs on the way home just to make sure they were real and not some form of black magic manifesting desire, and altering what you thought was right in front of you. I wish I could give an accurate description of my girls because words pale and fall dead short compared to what eyes were seeing. I don't even try to tell them how they look, anything I could say would only be a painful insult compared to what they deserve. I push down the urge to mention anything as they laugh and screw around as we make our way into the house.
Once inside Jade grabs the back of my neck gentle yet very firm and with her left had grabs the head of my penis through my pants and says "find something to pass the time, your girls have to get ready for bed. We don't want you opening anything early." Kara and Jade make their way up the stairs, I make my way to the bar to fix a drink. Sonya drops her dress at the door, leaving her shoes and jewels on and follows me. She sits down at the bar across from me waiting for me to ask her what she wants. I do my best to maintain eye contact, she looks back at me as if nothing is out of the ordinary.
Trying to force her drink into my head through the air with her eyebrows I ask her "what would you like my dear?" Before I can even get the last word past my lips she fires back with "STRAWBERRY D!!" Then begins to bounce playfully on her stool with a smile that could stir the drink for her.
Chad returns from the car house with the expected Chad look on his face. Glancing to me as if to ask is there anything else that any of us need at the moment. I motion to him and say "get the blender down from the way next to us, our Sonya wants a daiquiri, I have everything else here". As Chad gets the blender down and plugs it in to the outlet located at the side of the bar. He carefully nudges me out of the way so he can take over the role that Sonya normally plays in our day to day.
Sonya gets a petulant look on her face and says to me "are we really going to bed already? I KNOW the sun won't be up for several hours, and we slept in so late! No windows in this room anyway. There is no sense in going to sleep just because the sun is up." Her cheeks pull in tight as she takes a long deep draw from the straw of her blood colored drink.
"I think your sisters have other things in mind for the both of us before we make it to our bed boxes in the morning." I tell her. A wave of relief washes across her face and she takes another long pull from her straw. "Slow down doll, you could get a headache drinking that fast". I attempt to caution to her. A look of suspicion on her face stabs at me as if I am attempting to keep her from a good time.
My attention was pulled to the top of the stairs as I hear a centuries old door creek open and a short, stark naked, silhouette breached the darkness from behind the door. Her dark skin glowing, the freckles on her face cascade across her body down to the magnetic shift in color of her vitiligo hips on both sides of her body. A condition she had as a human, sealed in time from her change to a vampire. I would not change the image of that body for anything. She impatiently yells from the top of the stairs "Sonya, we need you up her with us, finish what ever fruit your drinking and do not make me wait pleeeease."
Sonya sucks down the last of her drink as the vacuum she once had in the glass has begun to let air in as the drink runs out of integrity. Quickly she slides off the stool and begins to hop forward on one foot attempting to unbuckle her shoe. Her giant boobs bouncing in direct opposition from the motion of her body. Reaching the bottom of the stairs she switches feet. With one shoe under her arm she stops every few steps to get control over the shoe that was still on to regain an advantage over the battle she was waging. Once at the top she takes a deep breath of victory. Puts both shoes in one had and slowly, gracefully walks, almost floats into the room and vanishes into the void. I refocus my attention to Chad as he cleans up the bar and makes his way to his room. Another one taken by a void behind a door. I clean the glass I was holding and go through the supply of alcohol to assess what bottle can be replaced or at least saved for merger later.
Jade steps out from the girls room. She has on a bondage hood with 2 afro puffs sticking out of the top and the mouth is missing as if it were a cowl. Red and black studded leather that crisscross her body. Her firm bare breasts open and out as if there was nothing on earth that could keep them concealed. Her mid-section unencumbered, leather resuming their cross pattern down to her pubic bone. Guarders stretch down over crotch-less leather panties and below that, Thigh high red leather boots with 7" silver heal. You can faintly see the inside of the boot through and around her toes, silver color lines them to match the studs of the outfit. Leather gloves cling tight to her arms, from almost the shoulder down to her palm with her digits sticking out of the finger-less holes. Bright silver nail polish and lipstick that matches perfect with her silver eye shadow that fades away at the temple to a dull dark gray. White on white contacts that show only pupil as if to say, I AM DEAD, and you are about to find out just how dead I am!
Once I reach the top of the stairs she takes off my shirt and tie. Drops to her knees to remove my pants and grips. She puts me in her mouth just for a second until she feels a pulse from my prostate down through to its tip and then gets back to her feet as if to say, now your ready to play too. Grabs my hand and we both enter the void of the room where I see a bed that is all. A bed that is over lit from an unseen source with 2 woman tied at the hands and suspended next to the bed. They are naked for all but the cuffs that wrap around their wrists chair connects the cuffs to somewhere above into the darkness. Their nipples have been clamped together with a small electric current stimulating them together every few seconds. Kara appears to be supported by Sonya's enormous chest but there seems to be no favor who is getting more pleasure from the situation they are in.
Jade sets me onto the bed and begins to grip the top of by balls, looking me dead in the eyes and starts to whip the girls with no noticeable pattern or rhythm. She releases me to slide a cock ring on and then turned to focus on the punishment at hand. After a few minutes she pulled out a stepladder to reach the 2 girls who were still strung up. She started with Kara strapping a 4-inch butterfly gag to her mouth and strapping it to her head firmly. Then she turned to Sonya, with a smile on both of their faces she received a spider mouth gag. She made sure that both the girls had wireless, hands free, butterfly stimulator's inserted into both. Pink for Sonya and purple for Kara. She shifted the girls, so both could easily see the bed. She dropped keys on the pillow. Pushed me onto my back. Climbed on top of me and put me inside her. She then cuffed her own wrists to her ankles and started to grind like she was about to make coffee with whatever remain under us and..... We will have to pick this up later. I want to remember the rest with total clarity tomorrow.