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                                   Vamp
                                by Mushroom

     She felt good.  Strong, in control, with the constant urge of
her hunger to keep her on edge.

     She looked good.  Her costume, her body, her presence were the
bait for the trap that she was.  The trap had never failed.  Soon
it would spring again.

     She searched for a man.  A certain kind of man - a man who
would fall beneath the spell of her imperious will, who would
follow without question or hesitation to the ecstasy she promised. 
That the path would be dangerous would not stop such a man.  The
man she wanted would be captivated, rendered without will by the
strength of her hunger.  He waited for her appearance in the night,
never suspecting what he was awaiting, only knowing it would come.

     She had dressed with her usual care for the evening, her
stockings hugging the long, sensuous legs with their full hips. 
Her garters were unadorned black, and she disdained other under-
wear.  Her blouse was black silk, endlessly caressing her imper-
tinently erect nipples.  The skirt and jacket, both short and
tight, were of thin, supple, black leather.  Her only concession to
color was the blood-red scarf around her throat.  She was a beast
of prey, and the night was her hunting ground.

     Her entrance into the bars and nightclubs of the city was
always dramatic, though no one could say precisely why.   She
dominated any room she was in, but remained aloof from most who
tried to speak with her.  One man would be favored - for no
apparent reason - and they would leave together.  Soon, the
evening's victim would be found.

     Frank Jones was a loser.  He hadn't started out that way, but
life and his temper had brought him to this state.  He had run away
from the orphanage at thirteen, and survived on his wits until now. 
He liked to fight, he liked to drink, and he had been in and out of
jail more times than he could remember.  He had been living with a
cocktail waitress until he had come home a little too drunk and
knocked her through the bedroom wall for some unremembered reason. 
He was at his favorite bar, drinking his whiskey, unknowingly
awaiting his date with destiny.  

     Frank suddenly realized that the bar had grown quiet.  He
looked up to see a timeless vision of sensuality gazing at him from
the door.  There was something dangerous about her, something that
shouted in his alcohol-fogged brain, vainly trying to get his
attention.  He only knew that this was the most interesting woman
he had ever seen, and his desire to know her increased even as his
penis thickened in his pants.    His drink forgotten on the bar,
Frank Jones rose to meet his fate.

     From the moment they left the bar, he never had a chance.  The
aphrodisiac of her scent (he thought it was perfume) kept his body
and mind lustfully occupied.  The small liberties she permitted as
she drove them to her house were enough to keep him focussed on
her, and not the route.  As she pulled into a garage, he realized
he had no idea where they were.  The closing overhead door gave him
no clues.  His earlier apprehensions began to return, but before he
could do more than get out of the car his last opportunity to
escape was lost.

     Out of the public eye, she no longer needed to maintain her
masquerade of humanity.  With the strength granted by her trans-
formation, she twisted Frank's arms behind his back and propelled
him toward the stairs at the side of the garage.  She was already
beginning to take her sustenance, feeding on his growing fear.  He
was a strong man, and would last a long time.

     Frank's fear grew worse as he realized he was being taken into
a specially prepared cellar, with massive soundproof walls, no
windows, and many conveniently placed iron rings set into the
floor, walls, and ceiling.  He experienced a flare of hope when he
was released, shoved rudely into the middle of the room.  As he got
to his feet, she closed and locked the door.

     Raging against his treatment, Frank lashed out at her face. 
His fist was caught and held in her left hand only inches from her
eye, while her right snaked out and ripped his shirt from collar to
waist.  He tried a kick to her stomach, only to lose his boot.  She
circled his flailing body, stripping his clothes from him until he
panted, naked and glaring, in front of her.  His anger and fear
amused her, arousing her excitement as they fed her need.  She
licked her lips, considering how best to continue.

     Fast as a striking snake, her hand lashed out and captured his
balls.  He screamed in agony as she increased the pressure, turning
his knees to water and eliminating his will to resist.  Holding him
firmly, she led him to the center of the room and forced him to
lock leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.  With an occasional
squeeze to enforce her mastery, she instructed him to attach the
conveniently placed ropes to the ankle cuffs.  The short length of
the ropes forced him to spread his legs widely, rendering him even
more vulnerable to her whim.  Pulling additional ropes down from
the ceiling, she completed his capture and soon had him stretched,
spread-eagle and helpless.

     Her mood then turned playful.  She had secured her meal, and
there were hours of darkness left.  She would amuse herself awhile
before dining.  Stepping close to her victim, she ran her
fingertips lightly over his chest, pulling lightly at his hairi-
ness.  Taking a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she
squeezed and rolled it about with increasing pressure, noting its
erection with pleasure.  Frank moaned in his bonds, unable to do
anything but react to her manipulations.

     Stepping back, she began running her fingers up and down the
opening of her jacket, gradually forcing it wider until it framed
her breasts.  Her nipples were violently erect, straining against
the silken shroud of her blouse.  Frank was hypnotically enthralled
as she discarded the jacket with a twist and a shrug.  Her hands
continued to torment him as they followed each curve of her body,
tracing her small waist and flat stomach, caressing the lower
curves of her breasts, and finally covering the straining nipples
with a near-savage squeeze.  Under those long fingers, the buttons
of her blouse yielded one by one until only the tucked-in tails
held it together.  The scent he had noticed earlier was back, with
a stronger, muskier component.  Without his awareness he had
responded, until his erection threatened to burst through its own
skin.  He was massively aroused, more so than he had ever been
before, his penis standing rigidly upright with his scrotum drawn
tightly to its base.  He was more than a little uncomfortable,
unable to touch or otherwise relieve the growing pressure in his
groin.

     Laughing at his condition, she continued her tease.  The
blouse fluttered to the floor, followed by the skirt, leaving her
clad in only her scarf, garter belt, stockings, and heels. 
removing the scarf from her neck, she swayed toward his helpless
body, and again began to tease and tickle him.  This time she
relentlessly brushed her protruding nipples across his chest as her
hands glided lightly over his chest, back, and ass.  She allowed
the scarf to waft lightly over his cock and balls, the whispering
touch more maddening than pain.  She then wrapped the scarf around
the base of his penis, behind the scrotum, and tied it tightly. 
His cock lurched in its captivity, trying to expand even more as
his blood found its return to his body cut off.  He was nearly
ready - soon she would feed.

     She turned away from his helpless eagerness for a moment,
moving to a small shelf on the wall.  There she picked up the final
implement of his doom and began to lubricate it.  Although it
looked like a large butt plug, it was designed to vibrate at a
frequency that would mercilessly stimulate the prostrate and
prolong ejaculation.  She made no attempt to hide her activity from
Frank, relishing his growing horror at the thought of receiving
such a device.  Taking the lubricant with her, she returned to her
prisoner, lightly trailing her fingertips along his hip as she
walked behind him.  Tied as he was, his only defense was the
hysterical tightening of his buttocks.  Although she could have
easily overcome his poor attempts, she decided it would be more
amusing to force his cooperation.

     Returning to the wall, she took up a thick leather strap and
returned.  Standing to the side and slightly to the rear of her
target, she swung her first full-armed blow at his cheeks.  She
continued to slam the strap into his resilient ass until his leaps
lost energy and his body hung loose in the ropes.  She then found
it a simple matter to generously lubricate his asshole and insert
the plug.  Its shape and the thin straps attached to the base were
enough to insure it would not be expelled.

     The tight scarf had kept Frank erect through his beating, so
he was ready for her further attention as she came around in front
of him.  The sight of his readiness and the heady proximity of hot
blood had aroused her to a fever pitch.  Dropping to her knees, she
took him deeply into her mouth, forcing his erection deep into her
throat until his balls were bumping her chin.  The thin,
needle-like cilia that lined her throat pierced his rampant cock
and began to extract the elixir of her life, even as the
contractions of her throat and the vibrations of his anal intruder
forced him toward his climax.

     Her body spasmed and shuddered in what, in her previous life,
would have been a glorious orgasm as she felt his body buck and
heave.  Whipping the scarf from around his organs, she pressed her
fist into the bottom of his crotch, further stimulating his
devastating release as she gorged on his fluids.  His heart slammed
frantically against his ribs as his excitement soared and his blood
pressure dropped, until he finally hung limp in his bonds, his waxy
body beginning to cool as she reluctantly released his diminished
cock. 

     It had been very good, and she was tired.  Later, she would
dispose of the body and clean the room for its next "guest".  She
stretched gloriously as she moved languidly toward the door and her
rest.  When the sun faded again she would rouse, but for now...

     She felt good.