All Red

by xDreamlessx

Since the loss of her mate, Victoria has been single-mindedly focused on Bella. At first she only wanted to kill her, but in stalking her she also developed an intense attraction to her, and instead she finds herself abducting the young girl and maybe even keeping her. Bella/Victoria.

47. Chapter 47

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Chapter 47:

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Bella managed to restrain her hunger for an entire week, a feat that was extremely impressive for a newborn less than a month old. She no longer ate nor slept and at night she frequently went for long strolls about the grounds, sometimes accompanied, sometimes not, naked in the darkness and pale and her red-black eyes sweeping over the shadows and hedgerows from an entirely new perspective, the perspective of a vampire, a predator, sorting scents with her nose and hearing things she had never heard before and all immune to the cold like a marble statue that moved through the garden on long white legs that shone like the moon.

With her mind no longer filled with nothing but lust, she became more social about the house. She helped Carmen with chores, working alongside the chained pixies like yet another slave, a senior slave perhaps, slightly older, slightly taller, naked and smirking at them and visibly lusting for the day she could rip the two of them open. She tried to help Carmen in the kitchen as well but mostly she just seduced her, following the Spanish woman from oven to sink and touching her hips from behind and pawing at her and making her dress ride up before lowering her panties and kneeling and licking at her appleshaped behind as the pixies stood by with plates or dishes and watched in something like jealousy, glaring at Bella until Bella turned slightly with her tongue inside Carmen and gave them a wink.

Irena got to enjoy Bella's company as well, taking her down into the cellar where all the victims used to be and chaining her up like a victim herself to resume their BDSM sessions. Bella's newborn strength hadn't much affected her taste for submission although she no longer screamed or whimpered. Instead she simply hissed in pleasure whenever the paddle came down on her ass, the blows causing her breasts to jiggle and humiliation to riffle through her naked body. Bella stood with her feet spread, clad in nothing but black spike heels, and she moaned for more until Irena took her hips and penetrated her from behind with the strapon attached to her black leather corset. Bella liked that and squirmed her body sensually and Irena started fucking her, harder and harder, until Bella orgasmed and shivered in her chains and only barely managed not to snap them.

Tanya, however, kept much to herself. Something seemed to have changed since that day at the hotel and now she spent most of her hours alone in her parlour, practicing her piano and composing her own arrangements, mournful melodies that filled the mansion and filled my heart with melancholy. Many times I wandered into her parlour while she was playing these sad songs and every time I was surprised to see her smiling while playing. Eyes closed, long slim fingers dancing on the keys. The smile seemed to suggest that there was nothing wrong, that she was simply playing just because she wanted to play, but in my heart I knew the truth. Her unresolved feelings for me were causing her more turmoil than she wanted to let on. She was losing the ability to be happy for Bella and I which left behind only the loneliness and pain. I dearly hoped it was only temporary and time would indeed heal her wound.

At this point it had been over a month since our last hunt and the entire coven was almost as hungry as Bella, or perhaps more so. Bella's hunger seemed natural to her, almost a pleasure, something she savoured almost us much as blood itself, the waiting, the anticipation. But to the rest of us the hunger was just hunger. A need that had to be met. Bella was content to wait another day or two, which was even more impressive than the seven days she had waited already, and the rest of us decided that we better go out and get something to eat quickly.

All of us but Tanya. Tanya had elected to stay behind and keep an eye on the girls while we were gone, an excuse that satisfied Irena and Carmen, but left me with a little misgiving.

There would be no finesse to this hunt. No planning, no stalking. The three of us simply waited till dark and got changed into some sexy dresses, just in case seduction or club hopping would be required. Irena wore a sexy green dress of blowsy silk that revealed all of her legs and most of her back. Carmen wanted to wear something plain but Irena forced her into a tiny gold number that was glittery and sluttish and made Carmen very embarrassed. She wore heeled gold sandals as well and some gold eyeshadow and with her dark latin skin she looked almost like a gaudy Egyptian prostitute. My own dress was red and tight and it had no straps and hardly any coverage at all over my ass. I slipped on a pair of tall red leather heels to make my legs even more sexy and spread some thick red lipstick over my mouth and finally I added a small pistol to my purse, a tiny nickel-plated .22, just in case my monstrous cleavage wouldn't be intimidating enough. Irena added a knife and a strapon to her own purse, just in case, and finally we were ready to hunt.

I hated to leave Bella alone but I was hopeful that maybe she could spend some time with Tanya. Perhaps rekindling their own friendship would ease her conflicted feelings somehow.

So before we left I took Bella into Tanya's parlour. Tanya was sitting at her piano and dimly I realized she had been sitting exactly there for over twenty-four hours. Candles had been lit but they had burnt to stubs and the only light came from a small lamp. She was smiling as she usually was, distantly and wistfully, and the smile perked up just slightly as she noticed us come in. She continued with a few notes, her fingers flittering over the keys, and then she stopped and looked at me. I was clad in my tight red hunting dress and her eyes roamed over my form with a smile.

"Well," she said. "You looked dressed to kill, Victoria."

Bella giggled at that. She was completely naked and holding my arm. I smiled, a small flutter in my heart, and adjusted my purse and looked up again.

"Thank you, but are you sure you won't join us?" I asked, still feeling guilty over how she had been avoiding everyone these last few days. "It's been quite a while since we've all fed. I'm sure you could use a little nourishment."

"I'll be fine. Somebody needs to mind the girls, anyway."

"I can handle them," Bella offered.

Tanya finally looked at her and smiled and took her hand. "Someone needs to mind you, as well," she said. "Come, sit. Let me teach you some piano."

Bella slipped onto the piano bench, naked and dainty, and sidled closer to the blonde woman suggestively.

"I was hoping we could fuck," she whispered teasingly.

Tanya chuckled at that and Bella giggled. I smiled at them, my heart warming. I hoped dearly they would have some fun together while we were out, although I would've felt even better if Tanya would simply go with us. A month was a very long time to go without feeding.

"Well, we'll be back soon," I said. "Just a quick meal."

Bella looked at me over her naked shoulder. "Are you sure I can't go as well?"

"Not in public, my love. Stay here and be a good girl for Tanya, okay?"

"Okay."

I touched her face and smiled and bent to kiss her rich black hair. Tanya glanced at me as I did so. No smile. I noticed and gave her a smile of my own and she did return it after a moment. Bella by now was turning back to the piano and Tanya was taking her hands and setting them over the keys and as I left the parlour I could hear from behind me a first few notes.

Me, Irena, and Carme left the mansion on foot. It was a late Friday evening and soon we were in the center of the teeming city, stalking the streets of Belltown and Capitol Hill where the nightlife thrived, the roads packed with cabs and expensive cars and the sidewalks thronged with people drifting from club to club, the air itself throbbing with bass as we passed the Contour, the Alibi, the Foundation, each club louder than the last. Irena and I strolled along with cocky swings in our hips but Carmen was bewildered, an older woman, more traditional, stumbling along in her gold heels and gold dress, clutching her purse, her costume so gaudy that as we passed through the more gay friendly areas she was mistaken for a dragqueen by a handsome gay man who wanted to flirt with her. Carmen was quite flattered, or perhaps only blown away by his chiselled jaw, and she blushed and demurred and admitted she was in fact quite female and the man laughed and apologized and left us to continue our hunt.

We entered a club or two and checked out some of the girls at the bars, buying them drinks much to their surprise, and we followed a few of them out. But we never had any opportunities to take them and soon we were on the streets again, striding the sidewalks like hookers in our heels and sexy dresses, whores of darkness, prowling, purposeful, waiting for only a target to present itself before pouncing on them. It had rained earlier in the day and the sidewalks were wet and dark and the rain puddles were awash with red and purple neon from the facades of the clubs and the sky above was dark and perfectly black in every direction.

It was getting late and the streets were beginning to thin. We needed to find someone soon, preferably several somones. Carmen kept pulling down her gold and glittery skirt to make sure it was covering her ass, which was rather important since she wore no underwear at all underneath, and Irena and I laughed at her as we continued down the sidewalk.

"God," Carmen muttered, looking about self-consciously. "I feel utterly ridiculous."

Irena snorted and linked her arm with her coven mate. "You look sexy, Carmen."

Carmen frowned, not believing a word, but she really was. Gaudy, yes, but sexy as fuck as well. Lavishly attired in gold and her eyes dusted with gold eyeshadow, large breasted, broad hipped, dark skinned. Voluptuous latina, muchas milf.

I smiled at her and groped her ass playfully.

"It's true, Carmen," I told her. "I could consume you right now."

Carmen fluttered in alarm and swatted at my hand before anybody could see. We were going past a movie theatre and there were people under the neon-awning with phones or cigarettes, some of them leaning to look at these women going past in their eveningwear.

I laughed and stopped pawing at her ass.

"Besides, doesn't it feel nice to be on the prowl?" I asked teasingly. "This is your first real hunt in a very long time, is it not?"

Carmen smiled a little bit and looked about once more as if to make sure no one was staring. "It's very liberating, yes. I'm absolutely famished. I suppose Bella must be as well by now. Has she, um, given any thought to which of the girls she wants next?"

I had to smile at how innocently she raised the question. Irena smiled as well and I gave Carmen a somewhat apologetic look.

"She has her eye on the pixies, I'm afraid," I said.

Carmen sighed, not really surprised, and nodded. "I thought as much," she said. "I'm going to miss them, but perhaps it's for the best. They're not like Claire. Yesterday I caught one of them trying to escape. Another time one of them managed to get her hands on a cellphone and almost called the police. I would've liked to keep them, but I'm afraid they simply can't be trusted."

"Well, they're just girls," Irena said. "Claire's a woman."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, don't weep for them Carmen. You'll find plenty more girls just like them. Perhaps one day you'll even acquire yourself a real daughter."

Carmen smiled at that, a maternal sparkle in her eye. If she did find such a girl, she was going to be a very affectionate mother, doting upon her daughter's vagina at every opportunity.

Irena had paused and now she was looking across the street.

"Hmm," she murmured. "Look over there."

Carmen and I followed her gaze. On the opposite sidewalk were three women, much like our own little group, clad in cocktail dresses and high heels, slightly drunk perhaps and laughing and stumbling along.

"Oh, my," I said. "Three of them. How absolutely perfect."

Irena and Carmen looked at me, the way lionesses look at their pack leader, eagerly, waiting for instruction. I smiled at them.

"I'll circle around," I said.

Then I broke from the group and continued up the sidewalk the way we came.

They weren't the first group of women we had followed tonight but they did seem promising. Not only were their three of them but it was late and they were half wasted. They would never see it coming. They seemed to be headed somewhere and they were moving away from the clubs, perhaps walking to one of their homes or to some place to get some coffee or breakfast. Either way they were heading away from prying eyes, away from help, away from anywhere their screams might do any good. They were headed into a dark place from whence there was no return and it really was so perfect.

I had been scouting their path from ahead, hiding in shadows and leaping from rooftops, and Irena and Carmen had been following them from behind. The trio hadn't seem to notice their tail. The night was cold and yet none of them wore coats. They seemed to only giggle at the cold, rubbing their arms and chatting in loud voices. One of them had a bottle of alcohol and she passed it to her friends and they sipped and giggled and sipped again. One of them was asian and another was black and the third was a plain white blonde. The black woman was very tall and she had long shiny hair in a high ponytail that hung like a rope of black silk and she was wearing a tight black dress. The asian had hair that was dyed an auburn orange and she was wearing a pink dress. The blonde was just a blonde. Her dress was dark blue and it shimmered in the light of the streetlamps like satin.

Currently they were passing through a dark strip mall that seemed to be abandoned. Parking lot empty, the store fronts dark and padlocked. Many of the windows were broken and boarded up and several of the streetlamps had been stoned blind by vandals. The women continued on, giggling, and by now their bottle of drink was empty. The black woman held it up and shook it and threw it at a wall. The bottle exploded, loudly in the silence, and a whinny of laughter went up from the other women. They were coming up alongside the mouth of an deadend alley where there was nothing but trashcans and dirty water in the floor and it was from this alley that I emerged from the darkness and swung into the sidewalk in front of them.

They saw me appear there, completely unexpected, and their laughter died even though there was no real alarm. I was only a woman. Clad in a dark red dress with my red hair rampant about my shoulders, slightly devilish perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. They quieted down and they would've simply passed on but instead I smiled at them and spoke.

"Hi there, ladies," I said. "Don't you know it's dangerous to walk the streets at night?"

They stopped and gave me skeptical frowns. They seemed more irritated than anything else. I had my hand in my purse, my fingers wrapped around the small pistol inside, and by now Irena and Carmen were coming up from behind them.

They could hear the heel clicks and they turned and looked. Irena in her flimsy dress of green silk, Carmen in gold and gold heels. Smirking and coming to a stop so that these three women were loosely surrounded. They stood in a tight group, realizing Irena and Carmen were friends of mine, and then the blonde—who seemed to be their leader—turned back to me.

"What's going on here?" she demanded

I smiled and took my hand out of my purse and levelled the small nickel-plated pistol at them.

The asian girl jumped and lifted her hands.

"Oh god," she said.

She was smaller than her friends and more prone to fright, apparently. The blonde also seemed startled but the black woman only screwed up her face angrily.

"Hey," she said. "What the fuck do you—"

I stepped forward and hit her across the face with the pistol butt. A dull thud followed by a tiny shriek from the tiny asian girl. The blonde lifted her hands as well but she said nothing, afraid but still somewhat struggling with the reality of being accosted at gunpoint by some sexy redhead in a red dress.

The black woman clutched her cheek and glared at me. Her eyes were dark and her skin was darker than average as well. I kept the gun aimed right at her face as I smiled at her.

"Now, now," I said. "Nobody panic and we won't have to put any holes in those beautiful dresses of yours. Now. Why don't you ladies step into the alleyway so we can get down to business, hm?"

I gestured into the alleyway with the gun. They glanced at each other, all of them now with hands raised, and then they reluctantly shuffled into the alley.

There was little light but the lamps out in the street were adequate for ambiance. Irena and Carmen fell in behind me as we led the women deeper into the alley at gunpoint. The alley washed up against a flat brick wall and there were brick walls on either side as well. Two pigeons roosted on the lid of a dumpster and now they flew up and ascended into the darkness. The asphalt was wet and uneven and the ladies stepped daintily in their expensive shoes around puddles of rainwater and other nameless muck. Not the most romantic place to rip a woman's clothes off and ravish her to death but it would have to do.

They stopped and turned around, hands at shoulder level, their faces full of makeup and worry but still without any true fear. Which was natural enough, I suppose. Statistically speaking it was highly unlikely for attractive young women to be raped and murdered by other attractive young women. They probably only thought they were being robbed, and they would be; at least of their cellphones.

"Good girls," I said. "Now throw your purses over here. Go ahead."

They were holding their purses hesitantly. They glanced at each other and the asian girl was the first to do it. She tossed the purse and it landed just at my feet. The black woman was next, snorting under her breath and tossing the purse like a frisbee with an air of distain.

Finally the blonde tossed hers as well and watched as Carmen gathered them up and placed them on the lid of a trashcan without even glancing inside them.

"What's going on here?" she asked nervously. "Is this a robbery?"

I smirked at her. "Something like that," I said, then glanced over my shoulder. "Irena, Carmen? Which ones would you like?"

Irena and Carmen shared a glance and a smile and then they moved forward. Carmen was going over to the black woman, who was almost a full three inches taller than her and glaring furiously with her makeuped face. Carmen seemed to be quite taken by the tall Nubian beauty and she smiled up at her bashfully as she circled around her at a slow saunter, eyeing her tremendous ass, before coming around to her front again and snaking her hands onto other the woman's waist. The other woman's glare faltered in confusion. It was probably the last thing she expected.

The asian girl saw all that and spun to Irena. Irena smiled at her and cupped the nape of her neck firmly. The girl tried to jerk back from what she knew was coming.

"Oh god," she said. "Please. What are you doing? What—?"

The girl was silenced as Irena's mouth closed over hers.

A squeal came out of her and her hands, still at shoulder level, balled into panicked fists. She took the kiss for a moment and then tried to hit Irena. The blow did nothing, of course, but Irena broke the kiss and smirked and threw the girl into the wall.

The girl bounced off the bricks in her pink dress like a colourful anime character and plopped onto her butt in a puddle. She was dazed but she snapped out of it as Irena took a handful of her orange hair and hauled her up. The seat of her pink dress was wet and dark. Irena slapped her to make her silent and then she kissed her again. This time she only whimpered.

The black woman was finally getting scared. Carmen hadn't even glanced at what Irena was doing. Instead she took a handful of the black woman's dress and jerked it down sultrily, tearing the fabric and exposing a large dark breast.

A gasp came out of the other woman but no resistance. She seemed paralysed. The mound of her exposed breast was dark brown and the nipple near black like dark chocolate and Carmen's hand closed over the globe and squeezed it and gave it a massage.

I watched them with a smile.

I suppose that left the blonde to me.

The blonde saw all this happening to her friends and spun back to the pistol. I still had the gun pointed at her and she still had her hands up.

"Please," she said. "Just take the money and go. We won't even call the police."

I chuckled at those oh so familiar words. "I'll never get tired of hearing that," I said. "Come here, my dear. Come closer."

The blonde frowned, gathering her brows to steel herself, and slowly came forward in her sapphire dress, the satin shimmering darkly in the darkness of the alley. I watched her, smiling.

"That's it," I whispered. "Yes."

She came to a stop and I touched the muzzle of the pistol to her face teasingly, caressing it along her cheek so she could feel the cold. She didn't whimper. Only frowned.

"Hmm," I murmured, half a chuckle. "You're very brave, aren't you. And very beautiful. Tell me, my dear. Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

Her glare sharpened. "No."

"No?" I repeated playfully. "Not even one of your friends over there?"

At this the black woman looked over, as if worried about her blonde friend. Carmen still had a handful of her breast and she seem strangely untroubled at that. As if being touched there by a woman wasn't so odd for her. The asian girl was sobbing as Irena pecked at her mouth sensuously and by now Irena had hiked up her dress to reveal a tiny pink thong as she groped up her tiny ass.

The blonde looked back at her friends and her eyes connected for a brief instant with the black woman. I got the impression that perhaps she had indeed kissed a woman before and that woman was this black woman herself who was perhaps bisexual if her calm was anything to go by. An experiment, maybe. But when the blonde turned back to me she only glared and tried not to show her fear or disgust.

"Just take the money," she said. "Please. You don't need to do this."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong," I purred, taking the nape of her neck with my other hand and pulling her closer slowly. "We do need to do this. We need to very much…"

I closed the distance with my mouth, covering her own, and I was pleasantly swept away at the warmth and softness. So familiar. So much like how Bella used to be. Perhaps I did miss it just a little after all.

The woman moaned in disgust but I had the gun aimed into her stomach and she knew better than to resist. Her scent was filling my head, causing my throat to burn, and it had been so long since I fed that I was almost temped to skip the appetizer and go straight for dessert. But I didn't, of course. Her warmth was very lovely and it had been a while since I had been licked by a warm tongue.

So I broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"Now," I said. "Why don't you get on your knees? Hm? Go ahead. It's alright. Cooperate like a good girl and I won't have to shoot you. Not so soon, at least."

The woman glared at me and then slowly she lowered herself to her knees, here in this dirty alleyway. Her bare knees came to rest in a shallow puddle of dirty rainwater and she grimaced in disgust. I smiled at her, the gun loose at my side for a moment.

"Good girl," I told her. "Now lift up my dress for me."

She grimaced even more at this but she did it. Taking the hem of my red dress and pushing it up to reveal the panties underneath. Red lace. A tiny triangle over my throbbing vagina.

I stood there in my heels, smirking, feet slightly apart, my dress hiked up around my waist, and petted her shiny blonde hair.

"Now my panties," I said. "Go ahead."

The woman hesitated. There was a small girlish grunt behind her and she looked back to see the asian girl had been pushed into the bricks again.

Only this time she didn't bounce off. Irena had both of her thin wrists in one hand and she held them pinned to the wall while she kissed at the girl's mouth and groped inside her pink panties with her other hand. The girl was whimpering gently, little high pitched sounds of pleasure and distress, and her body was struggling feebly against these hands that were violating and overwhelming her.

Carmen meanwhile had been whispering this whole time to the black woman, soothing her, seducing her, and by now she had lowered the bodice of her own gaudy gold dress and wrapped the other woman into a kiss, both of them naked to the waist, their dresses dangling, their ample breasts pressed and mashed together, latina and negro, caramel and chocolate, the moans mingling between them as they made out almost mutually.

The blonde saw her friends submitting and turned back to me and my panties. I put the gun to her head and waited for her decision. She glared at me and lowered her eyes to my sexy red lace underwear and then she took them in her hands and began to pull them down.

I smiled and felt a thrill tingle over my vagina eagerly. The woman left the panties at my knees, stretched between them like a hammock, and I smirked at her.

"Good girl," I said. "I bet you're never been this close to another woman's vagina, have you? Why don't you go ahead and lick it? Go on, it's okay."

The woman hesitated, her lip curled in disgust. Behind her the alleyway was filled with moans and little whimpers. Aside from that there was no sound anywhere in the night. No cars, no voices. Not even a dog barking.

"Go on," I said. "Go ahead."

Her eyes lifted to mine, kneeling there in the dirty puddle. She was brave, braver than any woman with a gun to her head ought to be, and it was pretty clear she didn't believe I was going to kill her no matter what she did.

So I smirked and lifted the pistol and bought it down across her head.

She grunted and fell onto her hands and knees. A red stain appeared in her blonde hair and spread a little. The scent of blood washed through the alleyway and instantly Irena and Carmen paused and looked over. They both had their victims wrapped in inescapable embraces, clutching wrists or handfuls of hair, and the victims struggled meekly and cried a little but neither of them raised a voice for their blonde friend.

The blonde woman looked up with a hand in her hair, kneeling in the filth with her sapphire cocktail dress. Her blue eyes were furious and she seemed even less afraid than before, as if hitting her only proved that I didn't have the guts to shoot her. It didn't seem to occur to her that I merely wanted to rape her first. I smiled and took a handful of her hair, causing her to grunt, and shoved the muzzle of the gun into her temple.

"Come now, don't glare," I said. "As far as being raped goes, you could certainly do much worse than me, hm? Now come here and start licking."

I shoved her face into my crotch and bucked my hips into it. She groaned and tried to turn away but I forced her there and pushed at her with my vagina until finally she gave up and started licking it.

Irena and Carmen were watching, smiling, and then they turned back to their own victims.

A long moan was coming out of me and I had to admit the evening had turned out rather well. For a while back there I had been worried we may have to resort to male victims, and while Irena and Carmen might've been able to have fun with that—assuming they still leaned a little in that direction—I certainly wouldn't have been able to. But then these three young women came along, a perfect trio, one for each of us, and they even seemed to have delivered themselves right into this dark alleyway.

The blonde had proven to be very stubborn but at least she was finally cooperating. I had the impression it wasn't the first time she had gone down on a girl before. Like her black friend her outrage seemed mostly focused on the violation and not the female anatomy. She was kneeling there in the rainwater, hands gripping my hips, and she was munching me out while actually looking up at me with her eyes, glaring with them, slightly narrowed, crystal blue orbs filled with hate and anger. It was actually very sexy, especially with the muzzle of the gun flush to her head, and soon my pussy was positively dripping for her.

By now the asian girl was approaching an orgasm, still pinned against the wall with Irena's fingers in her panties, pleading with Irena in whimpers of both English and Korean. The panties were soaked and the neckline of her pink dress had been lowered under her small near-flat breasts and Irena was sucking the tiny brown nipples there. The climax came out of her with a high pitched cry and afterwards her face was completely flushed and even somewhat soothed, as if maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought. Her doll-like eyes when they opened looked at Irena with a faint hint of slavishness and Irena grinned at her and kissed her.

The black woman as well was on the verge of climax. Carmen had squatted down at her feet, a stripper squat with her knees wide open, and she had pulled down the black panties the black woman was wearing and she was licking at the dark slit behind them, both of them topless and large breasted, moaning, groaning. The black woman wore a look of confusion on her face, as if she wasn't sure where cooperation ended and enjoyment began, and she glanced at me with those confused dark eyes while I stood there being licked out by her blonde friend at gunpoint. I smirked at her in something like camaraderie, the two of us standing tall while sexy women serviced us at our feet, and gave her a wink. This confused her more and she turned away and looked down at Carmen as Carmen licked her and licked her and finally licked her to an orgasm.

Eventually it was my turn as well. The blonde woman had given up glaring at me and now she was focusing on my clit, licking at it, sucking it, the hard little nub completely swallowed up and engulfed between her warm wet lips. I really had forgotten how nice that was. The warmth. The softness. Bella used to be such a fragile little creature. Just a girl. But now she was a vampire. A woman. I groaned loudly and smiled down at the top of that blonde head as she suckled me closer and closer to an orgasm. I wouldn't change anything about turning my mate into a vampire but I'd be lying just a little if I said the warmth didn't feel so nice.

The blonde continued to suck and lick, firmer now, perhaps even getting into it a little, and I lifted my eyes to the black night sky and allowed the waves of pleasure to roll over me.

"Yes, keep licking," I told her. "Just like that. I'm going to come in just a moment. Just a little longer. Yes. Yes. Mmmm!"

The orgasm washed over me, from head to toe in a long glorious wave, and I smiled and moaned and wove my fingers into the hair of the woman down there.

Finally I looked down at her. She continued licking for a bit, just to be safe, and then she looked up. She was still frowning, as if she had never stopped the whole time, but she had lost most of her fury and now she was just truculent.

"Mmm," I said, caressing her hair. "That was lovely."

The affection in my tone disgusted her and she ignored it. "Are you going to let us go now?"

I smirked at the demand and pretended to be surprised.

"Go?" I echoed. "You want to go? But we're having such a lovely time. Look at your friends. Can't you see they like it? Do you think they want to go?"

I wrenched her up by the hair and forced her to look at her friends.

What she saw might've surprised her. Because they didn't look like rape victims. They looked like women who'd simply paused in alleyway for a quickie with a date they we're going home with. Both of them had been relieved of their panties and the two little lace garments were in the floor of the alley among bottlecaps and shreds of newspaper, wet with both arousal and rainwater. Their dresses were skewed on their bodies to expose their boobs and pussies, their asses, until basically their dresses had been reduced to nothing but sashes around their waists. Carmen as well was half naked, her gold gown dangling down her front with her large womanly breasts hanging out, and Irena had simply removed her whole dress and set it aside and her panties as well until she was wearing nothing but high heels.

There was a stack of wooden half rotten fruitcrates against the wall and Irena had propped a foot on top of one of them like a cocky queen while the asian girl knelt there and licked at the slit between her legs. Irena kept petting her orange hair and whispering to her and Carmen was whispering as well. She and the black woman were trading kisses in the darkness against the wall, like lovers, and their hands were stroking each other's breasts and each other's bodies until Carmen had whispered enough encouragement for the black woman to sink to the floor with her back to the wall and eat Carmen out, willingly, eagerly, licking at her wet entrance while stroking at her own.

The blonde stared at them, surprised to find them so cooperative, and I leaned to her ear.

"Maybe you just need a climax of your own to loosen you up," I whispered.

Then I shoved her toward the dumpster.

She caught herself before she crashed into it and tried to turn around but I grabbed her and forced her to face the dumpster while I hiked up her blue satin dress with my gun hand.

"Oh god," she said, panicking a little, glancing wildly over her shoulder. "What are you going to do?"

I ripped away her panties and giggled.

"Why, rape you, of course," I said casually. "Irena, did you bring a strapon? This proud young woman needs something a little rougher to take her down a peg or two."

Irena tossed her chin. "In my purse."

"Ah, yes, I forgot."

I went over to the trashcan were all the purses were sitting on the lid. Irena's purse was silver and glittery and I opened the catch and pulled out the strapon inside. It was black and so long that it only barely fit in the purse by bending.

The blonde was still standing by the dumpster, not sure if she was allowed to move. She was looking over her shoulder and watching as I put on the strapon and buckled it up. My dress was up around my hips and now I had this big black dildo poking out.

"You fucking bitch," the blonde said. "Why don't you just take the money and go?"

I came up behind her and forced her to bend over. She braced herself for balance by putting her hands on the dumpster and even spreading her feet a little. I smiled and teased the muzzle of the gun along her curve of her hip, letting her feel the coldness, letting her know she had no choice. I could see her pussy, a tiny little slit between her thighs, and I smirked.

"I already told you," I said. "The money isn't what I want."

I poked the tip of the strapon at her entrance. Just teasingly. She groaned and shivered and even now, bent over in an alleyway with her dress hiked up and her panties torn away, she was completely unafraid.

"Well, what do you want then, you fucking psycho?" she demanded. "What kind of woman actually wants to rape other women? Don't you have anything better to do? Why don't you just—"

I shoved the strapon inside her.

Her words were cut off in a gasp. Her spine buckled. Her buttocks quivered. I smiled and chuckled to myself and pushed the strapon in a little deeper. She groaned and gripped the dumpster for support, spreading her feet a little more and even lifting her behind for better access so that it would hurt less. She was still fairly dry but she wouldn't remain that way for long. I left the strapon in there for a moment, letting her get used to it, and caressed her soft warm buttocks.

"Mmm," I murmured. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Fuck you," she spat.

I laughed and gave her butt a little smack. "My, my, you're not scared at all, are you? Would it help if I said I intent to kill you as well? Would that scare you?"

I put the gun to the back of her blonde head and pushed the muzzle at her threateningly. She groaned and her hips twitched against the strapon which caused her to groan again. But she didn't reply and that made me smile.

"Yes," I said. "You're silent now, aren't you? You should be. Because I'm not bluffing. Think about it for a moment. This night is your final night on earth. So I hope you had fun at whichever club you and your friends were whoring yourselves out at, because now it's all over. In a moment you'll suffer the humiliation of having an orgasm forced into you against your will and then I'm going to shoot you in your pretty blonde head and leave you here in this alley among the dumpsters like any other piece of trash."

"Oh god," she moaned, perhaps finally believing me.

I laughed softly, deep in my throat, and by now I had begun stirring the strapon inside her, pushing it in and out slowly, swaying my hips, letting it poke and prod at every place in her interior. She was beginning to moisten.

"Yes," I whispered. "Don't resist it."

"Please."

"Shh. Just enjoy it."

"No. Stop."

"No, no, no. Just relax. There's nothing you can do, my dear. Nothing at all. So just enjoy it, okay? Can you feel that? Hm? Get wet for me, my dear. Just a little wetter. That's it, you can do it."

She sobbed, her legs trembling, and by now she was leaning on the dumpster with her elbows, her head bowed, sniffing away tears as her body filled was with pleasure that she didn't want.

I grinned and glanced at Irena and Carmen. By now they were working together, doubleteaming the black woman by massaging her plump dusky tits and kissing her and licking at her nipples while the asian squatted down in her pink heels and ate them out and fingered them all at the same time, even her friend. I guess they were the lucky ones to have the more pliable victims. The black woman had been brave but her bravery had quickly resolved into following instructions without the slightest fear or panic. The asian girl had been much weaker in comparison but even her hysteria had been quickly soothed into submissiveness.

Meanwhile I had this stubborn blonde to deal with. But oh well. She hadn't been all that bad, I suppose, and her blonde fury had actually been very sexy.

Right now she was moaning and wettening up very nicely. The strapon was now sliding in and out of her, in and out, slowly and methodically, relentlessly, pushing a little bit of pleasure inside her with each stroke and letting it build and build. She had given up talking or resisting and now she was just taking it, confused by my threat and doubting her survival for the first time and yet unable to really think about it with so much pleasure swirling in her head. I started pushing at her harder and now I reached underneath her and pulled her dress away from her tits, exposing them, letting them hang and sway until I took one of them in my hand and groped it and pushed at her with the strapon, harder and harder.

The orgasm was approaching now and her moans were getting loud. Her legs were standing straight up in her high heels, her body bent at the hip like an animal for breeding, and she had half collapsed against the dumpster as I continued to thrust the strapon at her, faster and faster, harder, the force of the thrusts now rocking the dumpster as well. The blonde groaned and tossed her head and her hips were moving unconsciously, swaying and bumping backwards into the strapon, and I continued thrusting at her until finally she cried out and shuddered against the dumpster and fell against it as her body was overcome by the orgasm.

I laughed and slowed down my thrusts, letting her enjoy a last few strokes of pleasure. She whimpered and sniffled and finally I pulled the dildo out and let the woman slump over.

She landed with a small splash in a puddle and groaned and closed her legs and glared at me with one hand covering her lap and the other covering her breasts. I smiled and gave her a wink and then I turned to look out toward the mouth of the alley.

Nothing there. No cars, no passers-by. Just the night and the darkness and faint light of streetlamps. I smiled and I almost felt sorry for our poor victims. We hadn't been here that long but so far they hadn't even had hope for rescue. Oh well.

I turned back to the alley. The blonde was still sitting against the dumpster, covering herself, but this time she refused to glare at me and instead glared at the wet asphalt. I smirked and turned to Irena and Carmen.

The asian girl was now sitting on one of the wooden crates and she had her legs open while Carmen knelt there and ate her out. Her cute asian face was bewildered under her blush and she was already on the verge of another orgasm. Irena was backed up against the wall and she had the black in her arms, the two of them roughly the same height and almost utter opposites, one of them blonde and pale, the other dark and darkhaired, ebony and ivory. Irena's index finger was buried into the other woman's asshole, deep between those big black bubble-like buttocks, and she was stirring the finger inside there while they made out.

"Irena, Carmen, are you almost done?" I asked them.

Carmen paused from eating out her girl and smiled at me. "Just a minute, she's so delicious."

She then went back to that juicy vagina. I looked at the asian girl and she actually gave me a frightened little shrug, as if to apologize for taking so long. I laughed and looked at Irena.

Irena had broken the kiss for a moment, backed up against the wall, and smirked when she noticed I was still wearing the strapon.

"Bring the strapon over here," she said, then turned her eyes back to the black woman. "I bet Nia might like it."

To punctuate the offer she pulled her finger out and smacked her ass and gave the meat of it a good groping. The black woman shivered and glared a little bit but she didn't reply.

I smiled and went over, stepping gingerly around the rain puddles and discarded underwear, and took hold of the black woman's broad round hips. She flashed a glare over her shoulder, as if warning me not to do it, and I touched the gun to the back of her glossy black hair. Irena was backed up against the wall and her hands were gripping the other woman's butt, startling white against that sexy black skin. Slowly those hands spread those buttocks and the woman turned her glare to Irena. I poked the strapon at that tight little hole there and slowly I pushed it in. The shaft was somewhat lubricated from the earlier raping and the black woman only groaned. Irena released her buttocks, the hefty cheeks of them jiggling and gripping onto the strapon, and then she took her face and pulled her into a kiss.

The blonde woman was almost forgotten, sitting there against the dumpster in her torn dress, no bra, no panties, glaring and covering herself. She might've thought about trying to run away but she had lost one of her shoes and she was half naked and she glanced often at the gun in my hand. Perhaps she was still convinced this was only a rape and all they had to do was wait till it was over. She had no idea that the rape was only for fun. What this really was was murder.

By now the black woman was on the verge of another orgasm. This time with a strapon in her ass. I'm sure it was very humiliating for her, but Irena was rubbing her pussy and making out with her and I was gripping her hips from behind and thrusting the strapon into that tiny hole between her large black buttocks, so it would be difficult to fault her for succumbing to such a pleasurable assault. Her tits were out in the open, one of those big black globes covered by a white hand, and she was breathing hard and deep, faster and faster, until finally she cried out and came and sagged into Irena. Her rapist. Irena smiled at me over her shoulder and I smirked. We made a good team.

Carmen by now had also finished with the asian girl. They seemed to have had a lovely time together. The asian girl was still sitting there on the wooden crate and Carmen had even allowed her to correct her dress a little, even though it was ripped and she had to hold it over her flat little chest with her hands. There were tears on her face and she was crying and even though she was likely in her late twenties she seemed almost like a child there.

I was taking off the strapon and I tossed it into one of the trashcans.

"Well," I said. "It's been a lovely night, ladies, but I'm afraid all good things must come to an end."

The blonde was still sitting against the dumpster and she was glaring at me with her arms draped over her breasts.

"Good," she said. "Now take your friends and fuck off."

I laughed at her and then I lifted the pistol and shot her through the forehead.

The blast was like a thunder crack in the tiny alley. The asian girl screamed and hopped off the crate she was sitting on and began dancing in terror. The dress came away from her tiny tits. Carmen quickly wrapped her arms around the girl to calm her down and the girl actually turned her face into Carmen's chest to sob.

The black woman's mouth opened in shock. She stared. Irena was holding her from behind and now she was sniffing at the dark skin of her neck.

The blonde woman had died instantly. Blood had spattered on the dumpster behind her head. Her arm fell away from her tits and her thighs rolled open. Blood dripped from the hole in her head. Her eyes were still open and the light inside them was dimming, glazing. I watched it, mesmerized. Watching all her stubbornness drain away. All her anger. All her stupidity. Until she was nothing but a lump of meat. Sitting against the dumpster in a puddle of rainwater among cigarette butts exactly like I told her; a piece of trash among others.

Another scream from the asian girl. This time it was because Carmen had sunk her teeth into her neck. The girl flailed and cried but Carmen just gripped her and pushed her against the crates and sucked at the gushing blood. The black woman saw this and tried to wheel away from Irena. Irena grabbed her and pulled her back. The woman whimpered and struggled, her large brown breasts jiggling, and Irena hissed at her and swooped at her throat.

I smiled and turned back to the dead blonde and hauled her up by her hair. Her body flopped loosely but I propped her up against the dumpster and bit into her neck and moaned as the blood filled my mouth.

It had been over a month since we had fed and it seemed to take only minutes to drain them. Irena was done first. She was growling into black woman neck and then suddenly she released her and hissed up at the black night sky, her mouth covered in blood, licking her lips. The black woman slumped over into the floor of the alleyway and lay there with her breasts in the filth. The asian girl was dead and she was lolling like a doll in Carmen's arms. Pale, her coppercolored skin now more like porcelain, her eyes black and empty, her head jostling. Carmen sucked at the wound and when she was done she let the girl fall. Her eyes were closed and she breathed in deeply and savoured the taste of the blood slathered over her mouth.

I was done with the blonde as well and let her body drop carelessly. She landed sprawled with one of her legs twisted under her. I gave her a kick in her well-raped vagina for being so stubborn and then I sighed and wiped my blood stained mouth with an index finger.

"Well," I said. "That was very lovely, wasn't it?"

Carmen and Irena agreed with bright grins. A groan came from the ground.

It was the black woman. She wasn't dead. Her dark skin had taken a pale pallor but the blood loss hadn't quite killed her. She was trying to crawl and not doing very well. Irena smiled and watched her and Carmen giggled.

"Oh dear," she said. "I think she's still alive."

I chuckled as well and shot the crawling woman in her ass.

A bullet hole appeared in one of those lovely black buttocks and they jiggled violently and she stopped crawling. Gunsmoke rolled through the alley. No scream, only giggles from me and Carmen and Irena.

"Whoops," I said. "I think I missed."

I used my shoe to roll the black woman onto her back. She came up with dirt and bits of gravel stuck to her tits and a patch of wet newspaper. She was still alive but numb in shock from the blood loss. She looked up at me with eyes that were already half dimmed and I stepped on her throat with my shoe to cut off her air.

"Sorry, my dear," I said. "But you'll need to die now."

The woman began choking, a soft gagging sound in her throat. Her long brown legs kicked feebly. The long rope of her black ponytail lay coiled in a puddle of water and I smiled at her and applied a little more pressure with my foot until her windpipe collapsed.

A breath escaped her nose. Her eyes widened, huge orbs of white in a dark face, and then slowly they dimmed and closed and she died.

Irena had fetched her dress from where she left it and now she was slipping it back on. She straightened it up and fluffed out her hair and then tossed her chin at the dead asian girl laying facefirst in the ground.

"What about the other one?" she asked. "She dead?"

Carmen was lifting her dress over her breasts and hitching the shoulderstraps and she gave Irena a nod. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."

I smiled and shrugged and then I went over to the tiny asian girl and lifted her head and buried the muzzle of the pistol inside her bright orange hair and fired three bullets into her brain.

The gunshots clashed among the bricks of the alley and Carmen giggled and looked toward the alley mouth to make sure no one heard all this noise. There was no movement out there, not so much as a car. The asian girl's head had shuddered with each shot but of course there were no screams. She was already dead but I always did enjoy post-mortem mutilation. Death was the ultimate helplessness. I let the head drop and it hit the asphalt with a little splat.

Irena sighed and then she went over to our purses and handed one of them to Carmen. Carmen took it and surveyed the damage, the dead women, the discarded panties, the bloodstains on the bricks, the dumpster. The blonde lay with her legs open as if to offer her body for further use and she was staring up at the black night sky with nothing at all in her dim blue eyes. The black woman was on her back with dirt and bits of gravel clinging to her tits and the asian girl had landed facefirst in a puddle of rainwater. Irena handed me my own purse as well and I stashed the still smoking pistol inside it and sighed and straightened my dress.

"Well," I said. "I guess we'd better get home."

Carmen and Irena smiled in agreement and together we stepped about the corpses in our heels and continued toward the road, leaving the dead women sprawled among the dumpsters like any other filth to be cleaned up.

It didn't take us long to get back to the mansion. We kept mostly to the shadows and moved in bursts of liquid speed, making sure no drivers or late night pedestrians would see the blood on our faces, our legs, a little on our dresses. By the time we got home we looked like a trio of witches coming up the drive, bloodstained and ragged and wild of hair and eye, laughing about our night out and stumbling through the gravel in our high heels as if we were drunk.

Inside we went directly into the downstairs bathroom and shed our dresses, pulling them off and kicking them into a pile. None of us had any underwear and we giggled as we filled up the large marble bathtub and then all three of us toppled into the warm water together, splashing, three naked women barely fitting in the tub and raising the waterline till the water sloughed out onto the tiles.

Laughing and having fun, we played with each other and washed each other down, still talking about our night out and teasing each other about our various kinks and rape habits. Carmen was very embarrassed to be reminded of what an incredibly sexy sultry succubus she was and she countered by diverting attention from herself and observing that I seemed to have had rather a tough time seducing my own victim. Naturally I placed the blame squarely on the victim's own stubbornness, extending one of my long white legs out of the water to stroke it down with soap, and added that perhaps the submissiveness of their own victims was largely due to my own effective use of the pistol in keeping them in line. Carmen and Irena shared an eyeroll at that and soon we were shampooing our hair and rinsing and fingering each other under the bubbles until we shared another round of orgasms.

Once we were clean we got out of the tub and dried off. Irena was anxious to see Claire and make sure she had been fed properly and Carmen and I wished her goodnight while we stayed behind and blowdried our hair.

Carmen and I were anxious to get back to our significant others as well, Carmen with her pixies, me with Bella, but we lingered for a while till we were both finished. Carmen closed the bathroom drawer and smiled at me in the mirror before turning and smiling to my face.

"Thank you very much for the evening out, Victoria," she said. "I would've had a lot of difficulty transitioning to this new diet if not for your guidance."

I returned her smile. "My absolute pleasure, Carmen."

She gave me an affectionate look, her eyes bright and freshly red, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed our breasts together and applied an intimate kiss on my mouth. I accepted it, cupping her cheek, and we let our tongues mingle for a moment before she disconnected and released me and gave me a smirk.

"I can understand why Bella is such a well-behaved newborn with you to teach her," she said. "Goodnight, my friend."

I laughed demurely at her compliments and nodded.

"Goodnight, Carmen," I said.

Carmen nodded as well and then she went passed me, naked, rolling her spanish hips, and smiled over her shoulder before disappearing into the corridor.

Once I was finished in the bathroom I had to go find Bella and Tanya. I hadn't heard any piano music but I went and checked Tanya's parlour first of all. They weren't there. The piano was covered and the candles were cold and their scents were only faint. I suspected that they were probably in bed together and the thought made me smile. Tanya had been cooped up in this room for over twenty-four hours without moving, completely alone. I was strangely proud that it was Bella, my Bella, who had managed to melt her melancholy.

Their scents became thicker as I went upstairs, the scents of their arousal, Bella and Tanya, subtly different smells but each so familiar and lovely. They were in Tanya's bedchambers and the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and found the room entirely bathed in candlelight. An orange atmosphere that was warm and romantic. I closed the door and smiled and moved toward the bed. Tanya was laying across it with her legs open and Bella was laying with her face between Tanya's thighs, licking the vagina there and kissing it and nuzzling it with her nose.

Tanya's head rolled to the side to see me and she smiled. I approached, naked, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Well," I said. "You two seem to be having fun."

Bella spared me a smile, mid lick, before lowering her eyes back to Tanya's vagina. Tanya was still smiling at me and now I laid down beside her and looked into her face, cupping her cheek. Her eyes were near black in the candlelight and I was reminded that she still hadn't fed in over a month.

"Did you have a nice hunt?" she asked me softly.

"Splendid," I whispered with a smile. "I only wish you could've came."

She smiled and didn't reply. She was gazing into my face while my mate licked between her legs and slowly I lowered my mouth and gave her a kiss before raising back up with a smirk.

"I think Bella could use some help," I said. "Hm?"

Again she didn't answer but she didn't have to. I shuffled down and lay beside my mate.

Bella had made a little room for me and she smiled and snuck me a kiss without losing her rhythm of licks across Tanya's vagina. Her lips were coated with Tanya's arousal and the taste of Tanya made me smile. I watched my mate lick a few more times, her tongue dragging all across that wet slit, and then I leaned and added my own tongue. Bella paused and watched me, smiling, and then she licked again. Together we began licking in turns, cheek to cheek, sometimes our tongues touching. Tanya watched us, propped up on her elbows, her chest heaving, her breasts shimmering in the orange candlelight. Her legs were wide open with both Bella and I between them, licking and moaning and kissing at her core, and I hoped we could do this more often.

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AN: This one turned out a lot longer than expected. The hunt was supposed to be very minor, but somehow or other it wound up over 10,000 words, lol.

I do think it turned out very well, though. The deaths were fairly creative, with lots of interesting imagery, and I loved the whole "girl's night out" vibe. No mates, or partners, or confused feelings, just three friends having fun. :)

The hunt also allowed some development with the whole Bella/Vicky/Tanya angle. I won't spoil what I'm trying to do, but you can see little hints and suggestions. The only thing I'll do is repeat what I've been saying from the very beginning: the primary relationship in this story is Bella/Victoria. So please don't panic. ;)

Okay, more feeding in the next chapter. Bella's going to be dining on pixie. ;)