The Vampire Novella / Chapter 1: Taken

[This first chapter was the first porn I wrote, and has survived relatively intact, although the later chapters developed and changed. I wrote it for my first lover, N, and then finished the final chapter for my next lover, B]

Why was I taken? In a fragmented reverie afterwards, the half-dreaming where shadows turn to dust and the brightness and the cold is comforting, I wondered if it was because I had an empty space in my life. A strange sort of yearning for someone to take my hand and pull me, resisting, through the open door. A door through which I could see such glimpses, shapes which hinted at desire and fear and terror and need. Take me from the half-light into total darkness, cover me and close my eyes, fill me, my emptiness overflows, forever altered, wake me up, open me…

Was all of this what they saw in me, when they took me?

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I wake up and I'm not sure where I am. My head hurts and I remember something hitting it earlier. The room is dark; it looks like…some kind of cavern? I start to struggle as flashes of memory come to me, little bulbs of light exploding; talking to two men at the club, flirting, dancing, making it clear I wasn't taking it any further. Leaving on my own and starting to walk home. Then…some kind of accident? Did I fall?

My eyes start to adjust to the light and I start to come back to consciousness and a kind of clarity. My body is collapsed in a puddle on the rocky ground, my hands are in steel shackles attached to something over my head. My ankles are cuffed, and attached to a chain in the ground…what the fuck's going on? I start to panic and yank furiously at the chains - there must be some way out, some way of slipping out of them? I can feel already that my wrists will be bruised and they'll start to bleed soon - maybe the blood will help lubricate the chains and help me slip them. I don't shout or scream - it could only attract attention and I'm not sure what's happening yet.

A door closes, and my attention moves focus to the other side of the dark space. The two men from the club are sitting on a red leather sofa. They've been watching me all this time. They're smiling. One has short blonde hair, and he's slim but muscular, with a cruel face. The other is pretty looking, almost androgynous, with red wavy hair that falls almost to his waist. He looks kinder. I try to remember what to do in a kidnap situation - make a connection with your kidnappers, talk to them. What the hell do you say in a situation like this? I start with “let me out!”

The two men are talking, but not to me, to each other. They're discussing how pleased someone will be when he finds out what they've done. They're hoping it will earn them some status as he's been in a filthy mood recently. My escalating shouting starts to intrude, and they stand and walk towards me with such grace, I forget for a moment where I am. The blonde man pulls on the chains and I'm forced to my feet. The ankle cuffs hold my legs apart at an uncomfortable angle. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, sharply, and runs his face up my neck, breathing in. He steps back for a moment and smiles. I can see something in his mouth. Are those…his teeth? They're…sharp.

My head whips round to the redhead. He's smiling too, and his face no longer looks kind. His lips are drawn back in a smile, and his teeth look strange too. A sick feeling washes through me. With one blindingly fast move he rips my dress from my body so that I'm wearing only the shreds of my clothing, and my underwear. He forces my breasts out so that they balance on the cups of my bra. My knickers join the pile of shredded fabric, but he leaves my stockings intact. He starts unbuttoning his trousers, and I shake my head, speechless, and back away. But the chains won't let me move more than a few inches.

He brings an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him in one sharp move. His cock is pushed between my legs, searching. I realise to my utter self-disgust and shame, that I'm wet - so wet, but very tight still. He forces himself inside me, fighting for every inch. The blonde man is behind me, biting me, drawing blood, pinching my breasts, and playing with my body as if it's a toy. His cock starts to push insistently against my buttock cheeks, and then it's inside me, without lubrication, and it hurts. My two entrances are filled; I'm crushed in between them as they rhythmically beat me between them. They fuck me as if they're trying to punch a hole in me. They are both biting me now, torrents of blood pouring from my neck into their mouths. They climax at the same time, and thick hot warmth pours inside me until I feel as if I'm filling up and overflowing with it.

They pull out and suddenly I'm empty. My knees fold without their support and I collapse on the ground. As the room turns blacker, on the edge of consciousness I hear them say “that's warmed her up nicely, she should be able to accommodate him now. He always likes them broken in a little, first”.