Goddess of despair
A crazy parody fic of Fifty shades of Grey with little inspiration from another sagas.
The names of the real characters have been slightly changed...
Chapter 1
I'm walking with my friend Kataline down the school's hall and I stumble, Ah! I'm so clumsy, this is not cool. My friend falls sharply on the floor and hits his head with a locker. I think she's been damaged in one of her silicone tits.
-Oh my god! Did you hurt your forehead?
-No, stupid. Is a simulation ... -She says sarcastically with her forehead bleeding.
I love her. She's so honest with me. She treats me like I deserve. I begin to think I'm a masochist. Scream at me, Scream at me more!
I try to lift my friend but I lose her arm when I see the concierge with the uncovered sexy uniform showing me his hot pecs. He looks like a porn actor.
He has more boobs than me. I am so flat. Ahhh! I moan like a bitch.
He seems to smell something strange in the air and then he looks at my friend lying on the floor like an old rag. He pulls wildly on her. He is going to fuck her!
-Hey! Do it to me! -I shouted desperately.
-You discovered me. I'm a vampire. Now I need to turn you because nobody can know my secret -He says with his sexy vampire lips covered in blood.
-But everyone knows about the existence of the vampires, Like in True Blood, but ours is a cheaper and childish version.
-It's true. But I don't care, baby.
He gets up sexily with chest and pecs marked and grab my face gently. He approaches to my mouth, preparing to kiss me. He makes a grimace. I shudder, moan and moan and…
-What if I give you the vampiric kiss on the forehead? Puaj, you're disgusting.
-Yes ... yes ... wherever you want – I scream in pleasure. A vampire has touched me. A man has touched me! That explains why I'm so flushed and wet.
Then I feel his soft lips on my forehead. I feel an intense heat through my body, and later an intense cold, and heat again ... I think I'm going to have arthritis.
A mark appears on my forehead. It is the mark that indicates that I am an vampire initiate.
He pushes me aside and goes away without even looking at me. That excites me so much. He used my body to please his desire and left me like the trash he should take every morning as the sexy concierge that is. Yes, that's the deal I deserve.
I get up from the floor, kicked aside my friend who looks dead (and not just because the vampire sucked a lot of her blood. She did not put on makeup today, that fucking bitch I hate now because the vampire wanted to fuck her and not me…)
-Good bye, ex-best friend of all life. -I spit on the head-. Muahahaha –Evil laugh.
I go to my locker. When I open it a letter drops and I tried to grab the paper. I juggle so it will not fall out of my hands but I'm so clumsy and the letter ends on the floor. I hope it is from a secret admirer, although that would be a miracle.
Hi, Anallia Still. You have been accepted into...
-Hogwarts!
... the House of BDSM of Seattle.
-Aahh...
No, this is not Hogwarts, but is a cheap and childish version. Is a school of vampirism and BDSM. Don't worry.
-Oh, great!
We have sent you a vampire to mark you as cattle. No, we do not care about your miserable human life; you're a complete loser with no social life. You're our bitch now.
Xoxo, Naffet.
Am I a loser with no social life because I think that kids who drink beer are stupid, immature and drug addicts? Agh, never mind, I'm so happy. I will be a sexy over power vampire and I will not need makeup to look hot… or well, horny.
I run fast. At the doors I find the manager, who gives me a dirty look.
-Where are you going, lady?
-Fuck you, old pedophile. Now I am a vampire and I go to a better place.
I teach him my middle finger and stuck my tongue. Within seconds I feel guilty. I'm so evil, so violent ... so cool.
I will be a whole vampire dominatrix ... or a submissive controlled, manipulated and very beaten.
Chapter 2
The House of BDSM of Seattle is a marvel of modern architecture, a lot of vanguard. I think if I see the Sydney opera I shit on my pants.
A blonde slut receive me.
- You have togo to the principal's office –Blonde commands.
I blush.
-Okey.
I enter to the Naffet's office. Why does she look at me so wildly? Is it because I interrupted her kiss with the young blonde girl? I roll myeyes and frown (both at the same time must be friki).
-Hi. I'm Miss Still.
-Hi, Anallia. We were expecting you. Take sit.
The blond girl leaves the office. She looks dangerous. Oh my god, I'm scared like an old fashioned good girl stereotype
-Welcome to the House of BDSM, paradise of silly vampires and leather. Here, this will be your new uniform.
She gives me a very tight and little maid uniform with a dildo form duster in the handle.
-Is this a joke?
-No, bitch. Dress up your skinny body and clean my office, now!
In her hands she holds a whip that looks that hits hard. My inner goddess screams and bits the lips (at the same time).
I blush.
After cleaning her office and a few hits, Naffet tells me:
-Oh my god, we've discovered something amazing: you have an affinity with "maid" fetish.
-That's amazing!Thanks for discovering this,Miss principal.
-Principal? Lol, no. I'm his secretary.
She points to the incredibly modernist black door on the wall to my right.
-That's the Principal's office.
Sigh. I went to the door and pulled it. Nothing. I push it and it doesn't open. I start hitting and kicking the door.
-Why doesn't open?!
-Looool! You're so stupid! Is a sliding door –Says Naffet with the phone in the hands -. This will go tofacebook.
I blush like a tomato. My inner goddess feels so ashamed. The door slides so fast that I fall to the floor. I raise my head and see the Principal taking a picture while he laughs.
-Looool! This will go to Facebook –He says.
He walks over to me and helps me up. I'm looking quickly for a topic of conversation and I see the exquisite picture on the wall. It is a white spot on a black background.
-That's a true master piece of avant-garde art. Who is the artist?
-My dick. I came in the cardboard.
-Oh… -My heart races. He is so perfect, so amazing and so talented.
