by KajiraGames.
Chapter 21: The Art Gallery.
The special event at the Gallery Noir featured a set of paintings which told the story of Caine, the father of all vampires. Roberta wondered why Jeanette wanted them all destroyed. She dwelled on the one in which Caine meets Lilith, who taught him the magical and mystical side of vampirism.
The couple stood naked, not in a sexual pose but in a way that indicated simple companionship. Roberta had had sexy times with men and women, but never a close companion like this. She felt a twinge of jealousy and slashed the painting with the knife Jeanette had provided.
But the picture healed itself! She found that she had to slash them in chronological order, according to Caine's story in the Book of Nod. The last one depicted Caine spurning Lilith and going out alone. His grandchildren (in the vampiric sense) would be the progenitors of the thirteen clans.
As soon as that last picture was slashed, beams shot forth from the paintings and coalesced in the centre of the gallery. A human-shaped creature, apparently made entirely of blood appeared. "Defiler! Desecrator! Thou hast committed sacrilege against the images of the Father of Vampires" it said in a strange distorted voice.
Roberta was terrified, and pleaded ignorance. "New neonate's knowledge neglects the notes of Nod! No insult intended, incensed incubus!" She even tried the Nuremberg defence: "Obeying orders only. Overlook offence once, ominous objector!"
"Thou art untaught, and hast been deceived?" queried the blood creature. "Then I will not slay thee. But thou must suffer punishment. Bend!"
Roberta bent over, relieved that she would get away with only another spanking for this transgression. But then she screamed at the top of her voice - even through her skirt, the blow that the creature's hand inflicted on her behind was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. She leapt up and clutched her cheeks, desperately willing the pain to subside.
"Bend, and accept thy punishment, or I will sever thy head and turn thee to dust" demanded the blood-man. Roberta burst into tears and, trembling, bent over again. Another agonizing whack from her tormentor's unearthly hand hit her bottom. She rolled on the floor, holding her hurt butt and screaming.
The incubus reached down and pulled her skirt from her, then her panties. The idea of getting another smack, on her bare behind this time, was intolerable. Roberta realised she would have to fight for her life after all.
Bare from the waist down, she brandished the knife and slashed at the blood creature. It did some damage, and the creature groaned. It moved slowly and the half-naked vampiress was able to jump in, slash her enemy, then jump back out of its reach again.
At one point, the blood-man aimed a low blow towards Roberta's bare pussy. Luckily, she dodged, otherwise she would have been paralyzed with agony. Using her superior speed, she eventually prevailed. The creature collapsed into a pool of blood on the gallery floor.
Recovering her clothes, Roberta thought she had a bone to pick with Jeanette. Okay, she had been given her best orgasm ever, but also the most painful punishment. Was it worthwhile? With her butt still hurting like hell, she thought 'NO!'
But by the time she was travelling in the Asylum elevator, her vampiric recovery speed had done its job and the pain had eased off. So maybe she wouldn't alienate Jeanette after all. The memory of the twin's tongue on her clitty outweighed the recollection of a blazing backside.
