The Attack!

Ellen was quietly resting in the bar, her hands behind her head. It was a slow day. She did not mind. Sometimes too many people around tended to crowd her head with too many of their thoughts. Then it made it harder for her to think. And it was already hard enough, as it was. Still, she could see that someone was opening the door and walking her way. It was an attractive girl, to say the least. She was tall! Taller than Ellen, though, if she could remember correctly, almost everyone was taller than her. She could not decide if she was young or old. The face looked youthful, yet the expression on it... was not.

She was definitely a pretty girl, however old she was, with hair swaying down to her feet. Only in the back though. In front, it was trimmed short, almost short enough to be a boys, but not quite. She was wearing a hat, and what a wonderful hat it was. Ellen wanted that hat, and made a mental note to buy it from the store in her mind. Red eyes gleamed from beneath the brim of that hat, and pale skin cloaked in a tight, male's suit seemed made of cream. And that suit... It looked sleek, clinging to those womanly forms that the woman who possessed them seemed not to even notice. Instead of hiding her curves, the suit only seemed to emphasize them, by the way the tie fell between her breasts, unable to lay flat. The way the coat did not flow straight, but around the curves. She was undeniably beautiful.

And yet... Her thoughts. Her thoughts made Ellen sad. A vampire? Maybe. Loosening blade. She is quite pale. Doesn't seem alive. I will stay and see. I will order a drink for an excuse to stay. Maybe some wine. Before the woman had a chance to speak, she lift a glass, and set it upon the bar. the woman, barely surprised, took a drink, and set it back down. Mind-reader? Lucky guess? Perhaps I should strike now. "Hello!" Ellen claimed, offering a bright smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Mystery. This is Ellen." She gestured at herself. "And this is the Asylum!" She gestured around her. "Ellen is the owner and proprietor of the Asylum, and you are welcome here! However, it should be noted that weapons and violence should be left at the door, for it is not welcome. Not welcome like you are. Is there something else that I can do for you?"

She asked this, smiling at her with a pleasant expression. Syra stared for a moment, and said "Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality, but I cannot leave my weapons at the door, for I need to make use of them." She leaped back then, drawing her sword from an undiscernible location. Ellen slowly lowered her head, releasing a small sigh. "It seems that people are ready to hurt Ellen again because she is different from them." Her nose wrinkled up slightly, and she slowly climbed forward, gripping the bar. "Ellen has a family to look after." She said, begging the woman to understand. "A daughter to take care of."

Syra stared on silently, her eyes lifting to the second floor where a young child was watching them. Not dead; she could see the color in her cheeks. The sight did not move her. She had to protect the people from these monsters. She glanced back down towards Ellen, and found her eyes widening like saucers. The pale woman was naked! And... And Syra was beginning to feel her blood heat up. She shivered just slightly, beginning to pant under her breath as she began to walk towards Ellen, clutching her sword tightly. She hopped over the bar, and felt her head jerk back as soon as she landed. That smell... Was it... Ellen? It was.. intoxicating. She found her eyes beginning to blur as she lift her sword and began to swing.

Ellen was smiling now. When the girl hopped over the bar, and fell right into the trap. She watched as Syra lift her sword, and began to swing it. The blade touched her shoulders, leaving a slender cut before the blade clattered out of her hands, and dropped to the floor. Ellen let her hand lightly rub the cut, before slowly walking forward, resting her hand against Syra's abdomen, lightly caressing along it for a couple of moments. The girl let out a weak little moan, and leaned back against the bar, her hands clinging to it to help hold her up.

Syra was past the frantic stage, already. Her eyes gazed out silently as she was so easily incapacitated. The wonderful touch of Ellen's hand upon her stomach caused faint gasps to leave her lips. She leaned back against the bar, her back arching just slightly as she silently begged for more of the delicate touch. It was given to her with no qualms, and soon enough she felt the cool hands slipping up under her undershirt. She let out a quiet little groan, her abdomen twitching beneath the fingers. The coldness of those caressing hands only seemed to make it more pleasurable.

Ellen reached up, smiling to herself as she began to unbutton the girl's shirt, slowly pushing it open to bare the beautiful skin beneath it. The girl's mind was a swirl of emotion, combining fear with arousal and lust, and just small smidgens of anger at herself. She slowly pushed the shirt and coat open, baring her chest. She leaned up to meet it, and began to suckle on one of her breasts, her cool lips, and cool tongue reaching out and lightly teasing along the peak, sucking and tasting it. Her hand slithered up from her abdomen, and grasped the other breast, kneading it within her palm.

Syra was quickly degenerating under Ellen's touch. How had she fallen so quickly!? She asked frantically, to which Ellen murmured; "You're love starved..." She clenched her eyes shut tightly. She could read minds! It didn't matter any more. She only released a soft moan as the woman began to suckle on her peak, groping at the other. Her fingers tensed and squeezed at the bar, her hips beginning to rock forwards against Ellen's form. Her senses were being overwhelmed by arousal. That intoxicating scent, Ellen's unnatural beauty, her own body's assault. Her peaks were stiffening, and she felt arousal between her legs, soaking through her panties, and even her pants! Why was she so aroused?!

Ellen continued to attack from all sides, against all senses. Her lips suckled noisily against her breast, her hands groped at the other. One of her hands slithered along Syra's back even while the girl moaned and cried, mewling for more even if she did not realize it. Her hand groped against Syra's bottom, and began to knead and squeeze at it. The girl's reaction was precious, she seemed about to fall to her knees, but managed to continue gripping the bar. She issued a mental call to Alice, who began to wander down the stairs towards them.

Syra closed her eyes tightly, her form quivering with pleasure as she leaned back against the bar. The constant assault was too much for her. She began to gasp and groan as the woman groped at her bottom and suckled at her chest. She only whined with fear as the woman drew her pants down, exposing her panties, and the thick shaft that had been concealed by those panties. She felt it trembling, begging for attention while her fluids of arousal dripped down along her thigh. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her life, so much so that she could not move.

Ellen pulled down the girl's panties, pausing not a moment when she saw the girl's shaft standing out. She slithered a hand out, catching some of the juice dripping in a steady stream down her thigh--it would soon soak the girl's pants through and begin pooling on the floor. Smearing her hands with the liquid, she grasped the shaft between both hands, and began to slide them up and down along her length, causing the girl to nearly scream with pleasure. She worked her hands up and down along the length firmly, squeezing it between her slick hands, kneading her fingers against the flesh firmly. Alice arrived, and she gave her a quiet command.

Syra stared up towards the ceiling silently, her eyes unable to see anything but that far-up roof, seeing a tunnel that she was traveling along. She imagined a light at the end of it. It was only the ceiling lights, however, flashing and shining as a rave party went on in the second floor. Her eyes bugged slightly as she felt a warm, yet small pair of lips wrapping around the head of her thick shaft. Her eyes sharply looked down to find Ellen's daughter sucking on her, doing a rather good job of it, too. She stared on with horror as the girl's lips slid up and down along the length, taking as much as six inches at a time. Her hips began to jerk back and forth, and her lungs began to gasp.

Ellen stared on silently, from the side now, as she watched her daughter give the girl who was going to kill her a blow job. She smiled to herself quietly, enjoying the view, but having no time to pleasure herself. After all, the woman was a murderer, if a broken one. She slid her hand forward, and began to run a finger along the girl's backside, sliding back and forth between her two orifices, slowly plunging into her womanhood. She slid the finger in and out of the copiously dripping liquid, which covered her arm in only seconds.

Syra was there. She could hold on no longer. But... The girl..! "I!" She had only time enough to say that before Ellen's fangs sank down into her shaft. Her eyes widened with shock, disbelief, but a sudden fire of pleasure like she had never known before flooded up her entire body. Her shaft shot liquid into Alice's mouth, so powerfully that it filled it up, and forced the girl off of the length. Then squirt after squirt began to cover Alice's face, until it seemed the girl was being seen through a glass covered in fog. More shot from her, decorating the girl's whole body. The floor beneath her was nothing more than a small pool of her vaginal ejaculation, her pants soaked completely, her socks and shoes shiny with liquid. And yet, she still came. She seemed to come every drop of liquid she ever had, before finally collapsing into a little heap in her own juices.

Ellen watched, after drinking a sizable gulp from the girl's shaft, watching her collapse into a puddle of her own juice. She glanced at Alice, who even beneath all the semen, she could tell was quite comfortable, enjoying the feel. She slowly smiled at Ellen, and she returned the smile. Ellen stood up, and quietly brushed her lips off, reaching down and lifting the girl up, setting her on the bar. She stripped her completely, and handed the clothes to Alice, instructing her to wash them. She laid the girl out on the bar, and began to wash her figure completely of the evidence of the action, except the two fang-pricks in her shaft. Already the girl's skin was beginning to grow paler due to the venom she had injected, venom that would turn her into a vampire.

She carried the girl up into her room, laying her on the bed so that she would be comfortable.