Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 39

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 39: Grunfeld Christian Bach

In Dr Grout's private rooms, Roberta found a woman in a glass case, frozen with arms outstretched and a look of ecstasy on her face. There had been references in Grout's dictated notes to his sick wife, and how he had taken steps to protect her when his paranoid voices warned of danger.

It seemed he had preserved her somehow. But the mystery was - what had Grout been doing to her at the moment of preservation to give her such an orgasmic expression? Mrs Grout had all her clothes on. Roberta wondered if Grout had invented a cryo-orgasmic ray, that simultaneously gave the subject a sexual climax then kept them in that ecstatic moment forever. She could think of worse fates.

Sadly, she couldn't ask Dr Grout if this was so (and whether she could have a go on it), because in the next room she found his remains. On the main bed was a shackled skeleton surrounded by dust and with a stake where its heart should be. Roberta sighed. The Prince would not be happy about this. But worse, it meant no orgasmic ray for Roberta.

She passed through the bedroom onto a mezzanine and was confronted by an older man in a brown dustcoat who shouted in a German accent. He cursed Grout and Lacroix as spawns of Satan and said that he, Grunfeld Bach, would cleanse them with fire in the name of the Lord. Indeed, Roberta could smell smoke.

Vampires, of course, are not immune to fire. Our heroine needed to escape quickly, but Bach was blocking her way. Did she have time to carry out her standard Dementation tactic, or would a spanking take too long? Bach was armed with a crossbow, so there wasn't much alternative, and presumably Bach himself wanted to escape before the flames engulfed the asylum.

"You are a vicked child off the Devil" ranted Grout as Roberta's power worked on him. "Ze holy book says 'spare ze rod and spoil ze child'. I shall obey ze varning off scripture." He pushed the vampiress so that she was bent over the mezzanine rails, and pulled down her brief red panties. "Scarlet undervear for a scarlet voman" he remarked. "You vill be punished as ze Lord commands."

Bach had no literal rod, but a very thick belt. He took it off but did not fold it - it had plenty of weight without folding, and he swung it full length so that the last few inches were travelling very fast when they contacted Roberta's bare bottom.

She yelled as the lash came down repeatedly, not only with pain but with fear. With her head over the rails she could see the flames spreading in the room below. She took a dozen strokes of the belt, but then decided her escape could not be delayed any more. She suddenly vaulted over the floor and landed in the room below, her panties still around the middle of her thighs.

There was no time to adjust them. A madman who had been set on fire but was still aggressive attacked her. As she ran for the door, it smacked her bare butt with a burning hand. She screamed and kept running, with Bach yelling behind her: "Unclean demonic thing - you vill be punished further. I vill find you."

Roberta had to dodge several burning madmen, all keen on giving her a roasted rump. But finally she crashed through a second floor window and escaped. Her butt hurt so much she was reluctant to pull up her panties over it, until her vampiric healing powers dealt with the burn and the welts of the strap.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 38

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 38: Crazier Than Roberta?

Prince Lacroix's orders were to find Dr Grout, head of a mental institution and primogen of Roberta's own Malkavian clan. The institute was architecturally an old mansion owned by Grout, and as she explored, Roberta found dictaphone recordings that told his story.

A Malkavian vampiress apparently crazier than Roberta had been committed to the asylum, and had bitten and sired Dr Grout against his will. Grout had come to terms with his vampirism and was offered the post of primogen because he was more articulate than most Malkavs. His form of madness came in the form of voices, that warned him that Lacroix and other senior vampires were out to get him. Paranoia had made him stop turning up for vampire council meetings.

Roberta also found out that the most dangerous inmates had escaped in Grout's absence and were now knife-wielding obstacles to her search. The males were the most dangerous and had to be taken out with Roberta's fireaxe or her fangs. But with the women she could be more subtle.

One of Dr Grout's recordings said in his sophisticated voice: "Whatever mental disease has afflicted my female patients has increased their aggression but also raised their sensitivity exponentially. My attendants, before they were presumably killed in the mass escape, found that any one could be brought under control by taking a firm grip on one of their nipples. The pain thereof apparently overcomes their rage."

When Roberta encountered most of the women they were apparently oblivious to their surroundings, either weeping or laughing hysterically. To avoid their knife attacks, Roberta simply needed to sneak up behind them and grab one of their boobs. A hard nipple pinch and they would collapse to the ground screaming, and remain helpless till Roberta was well past them.

Only one of them was facing Roberta and alerted. She attacked the vampiress immediately, slashing the air with her knife. But no madwoman could match vampiric speed. Roberta dodged, knocked her opponent to the floor and straddled her. Then she took a firm grip of both nipples and pinched hard. The inmate yelled blue murder and dropped her knife. Roberta left her rolling around on the floor clutching her offended breasts.

The last opponent before Grout's inner sanctum was a male. Roberta wondered whether he would have a similar sensitivity in HIS gender-specific organs. As the madman attacked, she aimed a swift vampiric kick between his legs. He yelled, but the yell turned into a maniacal laugh, and he stood with his legs apart as if inviting her to do the same again.

Obviously the madness didn't work the same way with men. This one at least seemed to have some kind of masochism. It was tempting to kick him a few times for the hell of it, but Roberta didn't have time. She leapt at him, wrapped her bare legs around his waist and started to feed. The madman continued laughing, apparently enjoying this too. But the laughter became weaker and stopped as Roberta drank the last of his blood.

Again Roberta had the unusual feeling of being the sanest person in the building. She moved on to the ornate double doors to Dr Grout's private suite.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 37

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 37: Return of the Slaveghoul.

Roberta took the elevator to the fourth floor of the skyline apartments, keen to see her new haven. It was certainly better than the dump she had in Santa Monica. But better than the furnishings or decoration was the girl who was waiting for her there.

It was Heather, the redhead with thick spectacles that she had saved at the hospital, by letting her drink vampire blood. Since Roberta had not drained Heather first, the latter had become a ghoul, not a vampire. She was still human, and enslaved to Roberta now that the blood had had time to work.

Heather gushed at Roberta's arrival. She begged to stay and promised to do anything Roberta wanted. She wasn't immune to her new mistress' Dementation aura, but in her enslaved state she couldn't possibly think in terms of herself spanking Roberta - that would be insolent. So the effect was reversed. "If I'm disobedient or you're unhappy with me in any way, you can even spank me", she said.

"Redhead requires Roberta to roast rump?" asked the vampiress, puzzled.

"Yes, if I'm not perfectly obedient. Or even if you just want to. I love you so much, I don't care if you hurt me." Heather was desperate to be accepted.

Roberta suppressed a grin at her eagerness and said "Haven homeowner hates horrible Heather". But she couldn't stand the heartbroken look on the redhead's face. Roberta hugged her and said "Joking, jesting, japing!"

"Really? You really like me, and I can stay? I know I'm just a nerd and not very pretty." Heather was low on self-confidence, and Roberta decided to redress this right away.

"Gentle girl is good graceful ghoul. Submissiveness supercedes surfaces, so stop saying slurs on self. Pathetic put-downs punished." Roberta pulled Heather towards the green pastel couch and took down her jeans. The slaveghoul felt a thrill that she was going to be spanked for putting herself down - it showed in a double way that she now belonged to Roberta: she could be punished any time, and she was not to say anything bad about her Mistress' property (i.e. herself).

Heather willingly stretched herself over Roberta's lap. The vampiress' nimble fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Then she felt a cool hand stroking her bare butt for a second, followed by the first slap.

Roberta decided to make her slave's first spanking a light one. Restraining her vampire strength, she made sure the warm cheeks over her lap were reddening but not bruising. Heather panted and gasped. The stinging was physical proof that this pale beauty with the strange speech now possessed her and cared for her. The pleasure outweighed the pain fifty-fold.

"Slavemistress says slim sub is superb and special. Nevermore negate this note, naughty nymph!" Roberta emphasized this instruction by finishing with three harder smacks.

"Ow! Ow! Ouch! I won't, I promise! I'll never say bad things about myself again." Tears of gratitude and adoration welled up in Heather's eyes as she was lifted up and stood in front of her Mistress, panties still down and revealing that she wasn't a natural readhead. Her bottom was burning hot, but she had never felt so happy.

Roberta considered both giving and taking a little blood with her slaveghoul, but decided to leave that and any further intimacies for another time - Heather looked ready to swoon already! The vampiress reached forward and pulled up the redhead's panties and jeans for her.

"Haven here is Heather's home. Stay, sweet submissive slavegirl." With some regret, Roberta kissed her goodbye and departed for Dr Grout's asylum to carry out the Prince's orders. Heather missed her immediately.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 36

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 36: Shipboard Shenanigans.

Roberta's main job for Prince Lacroix could no longer be put off. She thought that if she delayed any longer, she might get a full spanking from the Prince's sherriff - and one smack from him on her behind was more than enough!

So she made her way back to Santa Monica where there was a boat waiting to take her out to the Elizabeth Dane. The big cargo ship contained the Ancaran Sarcophagus, the center of Lacroix's attention. The whole crew had been murdered, so the boat was crawling with police. The Prince had promised that if she could bring back a full report without hurting anyone or attracting attention, she would get a nice new haven in the Skyline Apartments.

Roberta climbed the railings and immediately encountered the first of the police guards. She let loose with her active Dementation, which was certain to make him want to spank her then let her go.

But this cop mixed the idea with preconceptions of his own. "For Christ's sake, don't they teach you anything at that newspaper of yours. If you want to sneak in and get the story, at least wear a disguise. You could blow the whole arrangement I have with your editor."

It was true, Roberta's stripper-cowgirl costume didn't exactly blend in. "Participated in press party previously, journalists' jolly jamboree. Cowgirl costume consistent with carnival capers." It was the best excuse she could think of.

"Well your costume party could cost me my job, you dumb broad! Bend over, I'm gonna spank those over-exposed cheeks of yours before I let you in."

Whatever arrangement this bent cop had with the press could clearly work to her advantage, and she was forbidden to attack anyone here, so it was obvious what Roberta had to do. She bent over submissively for the inevitable.

The punishing urge brought on by our heroine's Malkavian power was tinged with real anger, so it was a hard spanking - for a human. The cop swung his arm back and smacked the bare skin exposed by the brief red panties as hard as he could. Roberta gritted her teeth to endure the stinging for a while, but then couldn't help letting out a few "Ow's" and "Aah's".

The cop became worried that one of the others would hear her - just when the urge to take her panties down had hit him. Fear won out, and with a frustrated sense of business unfinished, he stopped spanking and told Roberta where she needed to go to get a view of the Sarcophagus.

Roberta sneaked into a security cabin. The corrupt cop had radio'd the man guarding it, and drawn him away. She used the security cameras to get a clear view of the Sarcophagus itself, and stole the ship's manifest. Job done, at only the usual cost of a smarting rear end.

Back at the Prince's penthouse, she reported in. "Boat business began by blistering babe's butt" she complained. "Coffin caper cost clobbering from cop." But she handed him the ship's log and the police report.

The Prince approved, and asked her to follow up with a visit to an insane asylum. But in the meantime, he gave her the keys to her new high-class apartment as promised. When Roberta got there, a nice surprise was waiting for her...

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 35

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 35: From Russia With Tough Love

As she passed the Empire Arms Hotel, Roberta's vampire senses picked up the scent of vodka mixed with humanity. In the parking lot she found the gangsters that the beautiful Venus had sent her to deal with - three of them.

The leader demanded Venus' money in a strong Russian accent. "Beautiful barmistress became broke - begs Bears be bountiful" said Roberta. She cuddled up to one of the other gangsters, trying to ingratiate herself.

The overweight drunken leader tried to resolve her words down to their essentials. "No money? Venus devotchka will be punished. But first, you." He grabbed hold of Roberta, bent her over and began to spank. Our heroine was used to this reaction but didn't like it coming from this fat, intoxicated and objectionable gangster.

She tried using her Dementation power in a new way. She unleashed its active form on the three gangsters, giving it the most force she possibly could. The result was that all three were gripped with a desire to spank her so overwhelming that it MUST be fulfilled immediately!

"I spank girl now" said one of the leader's offsiders, and tried to pull Roberta towards him. "No, it is ME now" said the other, and shoved the first one aside. The leader swung a punch at each of the other gangsters, a left then a right, knocking them back. Then he pulled down Roberta's red panties to assuage his obsession better, delivering five rapid smacks to her bare butt.

Maddened further by this sight, the two lesser gangsters drew their guns, obliging the leader to let go of Roberta and do the same. All our heroine needed to do now was get out of the line of fire. She pulled up her panties and took a few steps back as the gangsters opened fire on each other. "I spank first!" "No, I do!" they shouted in Russian.

Soon, two were dead and the leader wounded. Bleeding, he advanced on Roberta, still obsessed. "I spank you butt good" he shouted. But in his weakened state, it was easy for the vampiress to pounce on him and drink all the blood that had not already spilled on the ground.

But as she headed back towards Venus at 'Confessions', she discovered that this was a mistake. The blood had such a high alcohol content that Roberta's vision blurred and she began staggering unsteadily.

By the time she reached Venus' bar, she was too drunk to even speak one of her usual rambling sentences. Venus helped her up to the office and asked her if the gangsters were taken care of. Roberta nodded.

"How did you get so wasted?" Venus asked. She didn't know Roberta was a vampire so the truth never occurred to her. "You didn't buy any drinks here. Did you spend big at the bar in the Empire Arms? I was going to reward you, but I should punish you instead!"

She ended up doing both, of course. But sadly for Roberta, she hardly remembered it. When she got some clean blood from an unwise woman walking down an alley later on, and sobered up, all she had was blurred images of being face-down over Venus' lap for a while, and then being pressed up against a voluptuous and warm human body. All the sexy details were gone. Damn!

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 34

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 34: Voluptuous Venus

"Confessions" was another club favoured by Goths, like the Asylum in Santa Monica, but the proprietress was not a vampire this time. When Roberta walked up to the bar, the owner/barmaid introduced herself. "I'm Venus. Every new customer has to do a shot and tell me his or her naughtiest secret. That's what Confessions is all about."



Roberta had a hard time choosing. Should she say "Roberta & Rodriguez rogered resembling randy rabbits"? Or maybe "Sexy schizophrenic sister sought sapphic squirmings"? Finally she decided to 'confess' the effect of her Dementation power: "Pale princess persuades people to punish posterior, panties put off."

"Oooh, a spanking afficionado, huh?" asked Venus. "That's very naughty - and very exciting. It makes me want to put you over MY knee right now!"

Venus was very alluring, enough to appeal to Roberta's bisexuality. In particular, she had a lovely bosom, whose cleavage was well displayed by the top she wore. Roberta decided she'd like some private time with this 'love-goddess'. Since she was human, the spanking wouldn't hurt too much, and who knows what might follow?

"Confessing customer craves correctional care" she said. "Publican possesses private place of punishment?" Venus smiled delightedly and invited the vampiress to her private office.



"I've heard a lot of confessions, but you're the first penitent that asked for punishment" cooed Venus. "Take off that cowgirl hat and bend over my desk. And you said 'panties put off' didn't you?" She reached for the red undies of Roberta's stripper-cowgirl costume and pulled them down.

"Your cheeks are so white!" she remarked. "Let's put some colour in them." She began spanking lightly, causing Roberta much more pleasure than pain. Roberta thought she ought to be punished much more severely for her desire towards this woman. She had only just recently had sex with Nines Rodriguez, and before that, Jeanette. Have I always been a slut, she wondered, or has becoming a mad Malkavian made me act this way?

In any case, when Venus had finished spanking her and sat in her office chair, Roberta knelt in front of her and kissed the prominent cleavage in front of her eyes. Venus liked what was happening and removed her top to allow a more thorough job. Roberta suckled and nibbled the offered nipples, and kissed all over the lovely breasts she had admired from first sight.

Venus patted the kneeling brunette on the head. "Very sweet of you to pay such homage to me in my haven here. You have a great charm, honey - it's almost supernatural. Do you think you could put it to use for me?"

She went on to describe a Russian gangster that she was indebted to, and who extracted late fees from her in a way she couldn't abide any longer. "If you can solve my problem, you might get to worship all of me, not just the top half. Would you like that?"

Roberta nodded, and added this to her to-do list. On the way out, she stopped to dance to the techno music. Many guys, and girls too, wanted to dance with the beautiful cowgirl. But most of all they watched her bottom gyrating and thought (some for the first time in their lives) "Ooh, I'd really like to put that over my knee..."

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 33

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 33: Princely Punishment

The penthouse of Ventrue Tower looked like it was transplanted from Renaissance Italy, with its paintings and complex decorations. When Roberta walked in wearing her new stripper-cowgirl costume, Prince Lacroix sat at his desk with his Sherriff beside him. The Sherriff was the huge Gangrel vampire who had executed Roberta's sire.

"Ah, the Malkavian neonate whose life I spared, despite her unauthorized siring" said Lacroix. "A pity you've repaid my mercy with such disrespect. When you enter the territory of any Prince or primogen, you're supposed to announce your presence and pay your respects immediately. But my spies tell me you've spent most of your time with those annoying Anarchs, and even working for them."

Roberta tried to appease him by reporting her success at blowing up the Sabbat warehouse, at the Prince's orders. "Secret Sabbat site smashed to sky-high smithereens. Evil enemies' enterprise exploded."

"That's good" said the Prince, "but it doesn't excuse your rudeness, nor consorting with my opponents." Lacroix was well aware that his desire to spank Roberta's butt was caused by her Dementation power, and with his many centuries came the power to resist it. But he didn't WANT to resist - in fact, giving in to the temptation promised to be quite pleasant.

"As I said when I first saw you, kindred of the Camarilla need discipline. And that's what you should have. I want you to get up on my desk and bend over." Lacroix intended to make a humiliating show of spanking her, up high in front of the brute standing beside him.

Roberta was irritated but afraid of these two senior vampires, and reluctantly climbed up to assume the position. Just like her previous panties, the red underwear that formed part of her costume left little to the imagination and covered very little of her bottom. Lacroix set to work spanking the two revealed white cheeks.

The Prince had been in Napoleon's army. A vampire that old has a lot of strength, and Roberta cried out with each smack. After about ten slaps she began begging him to stop. "Pretty please, Prince, postpone punishing poor posterior. Spanked sweetie swears servitude."

Without ceasing to spank her, Lacroix said "Well as a matter of fact I have another job for you, investigating a ship. And you can prove your loyalty by reporting to me on what the Anarchs are up to. But if you double-cross me, you'll have to deal with the Sherriff here. I'll let him give you one smack as a sample of what that will be like."

The Prince stepped back, and the Gangrel came forward. He swung back his arm, and his large hand slapped across both Roberta's near-nude buttocks at once. The impact knocked her forward and off the desk. With vampiric dexterity, she turned it into a somersault and landed on her feet. But she began kangaroo-hopping about the ornate penthouse, holding her butt and crying, it hurt so much.

Lacroix was not moved by her tears, but with his politician's insincere 'people skills' he pretended to be. He hugged Roberta, saying "It's all right, your punishment is over now. You be good to me, and I'll be good to you. Isn't it better to do as your told?"

Roberta leaned against his chest and nodded meekly. But she too was being insincere. She wasn't fooled by this devious aristocrat for a second. In the lift on the way down she thought "Pusillanimous princeling's pretended petting proved particularly pathetic. Despot's devious domination demands downfall." She intended to spy on the Prince for Nines and the Anarchs, not the other way around.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 32

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 32: A Deal With Fat Larry.

POLICE REPORT
Officer filing: Detective J.T.Cisco.
Subject: Laurence Milo aka "Fat Larry".

Status: I have now been undercover for two weeks observing the subject, who is suspected of trafficking in stolen goods. I'm sure he is now used to my presence as car park attendant across the street from him. My position gives me complete oversight of him and the exterior of his truck.

When challenged by uniformed officers concerning the sale of guns in the past, he has always been able to produce the appropriate licences. I am therefore looking out for any exchange of other illegal contraband.

The only unusual customer today was a pale young white woman, dark hair in a ponytail, with a white skirt very low on her hips. The manner in which her underwear was exposed puts her in danger of possible sexual assault in this neighbourhood. But I observed a thug approaching her, then suddenly retreating when she turned and showed her teeth. I was too far away to see exactly what the thug saw.

The woman approached Laurence's truck and he went into his usual business spiel and personal introduction. The only phrase I heard clearly was "The ladies call me 'Oh God' but you can call me Fat Larry with a F-A-T."

Larry appeared to buy some rings and books from the girl and, very strangely, she purchased a large fire axe from him. He opened his truck and pointed to a clothing rack. The woman looked interested but shrugged and patted her pockets, as if to indicate that she could not afford what was on offer.

After a brief conversation, Larry sat on the edge of the opened truck. Then to my amazement, the girl took up a position over his lap. The subject lifted the girl's skirt and began to spank her posterior with his open palm. I considered a charge of assault, but it appeared that the female had submitted voluntarily and was not trying to escape.

Her buttocks were pointed in my direction, and they became very red before Larry stopped slapping her. Then she stood up and pointed to the clothing rack. The subject gave her a cowgirl's outfit - not a genuine practical set of clothes for a ranch hand, but a mock version such as a stripper might wear, hat included.

I was further astonished when the young woman changed into the new clothes right there on the road, and in front of Fat Larry. The costume had its own underwear component, so for a few moments she was completely naked on a public street. She didn't seem at all concerned that she was showing her bare breasts and pubis to Larry and to the nearby carpark attendant (myself).  In other circumstances I would have arrested her for indecent exposure, but I didn't want to blow my cover.

The female moved on towards the Ventrue Tower in her new clothes. Although the whole meeting was strange and suspicious, I regret it was not grounds for any specific charges to be laid against the subject.

REPORT ENDS.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 31

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 31: Brother Kanker

With her butt still burning from Nines' wooden paddle, Roberta set out to solve the mystery of the epidemic that had struck the downtown area. The Anarchs were sure a vampiric plaguebearer was spreading it. And with the Centre for Disease Control in town, there was a danger they would discover the sickness' supernatural cause.

Enquiries among the homeless, who were the most affected, led Roberta to a particular sewer grate. Down among the tunnels, she found a lair decorated with corpses. It seemed unoccupied, but then a hideous Nosferatu turned off his Obfuscation power and thus materialized.

The monster raved that the Cult of the Ninth Circle would purge the world by spreading 'holy disease' and that he, Brother Kanker, would punish unbelievers. Roberta wasn't at all sure that she could defeat this creature, so she hoped the mention of punishment was, once again, her Dementation power at work. It would make Brother Kanker want to spank her. Perhaps after that, she could talk him out of this crusade, or at least escape.

As the creature rushed forward, Roberta bent over so that it would whack her behind rather than aiming some more deadly blow. It worked - the Nosferatu began spanking her, swinging his arm right back so that he could smack as hard as possible. This would have been bad enough. But there was a further catch - the monster's arms began to glow blue.

Kanker was using the discipline of Potence - extra vampiric strength. The result was agony on Roberta's already tender backside. She shrieked, "Mercy, monster missionary! Relent ravaging rear, religious ripper!"

"All opponents of the Ninth Circle will be punished" raved the insane beast. "Suffer the consequences of your unbelief."

"Roberta repents, righteous reverend!" shouted the vampiress - anything to make this super-strength spanking stop. "Camarilla cutie consents and converts, cancer carrier."

"You wish to join the circle, and spread the holy sickness?" asked the Nosferatu, pausing in the terrible punishment he was inflicting. "Then lie down amidst the beautiful rotting filth of my lair, and I will inject the sacred germs into your body."

Roberta was horrified. Surely he didn't mean.... But yes, the hideous thing was already taking off its pants, revealing a warted and cancerous male member. Ugh! Putting up with the horrible pain of a Potence spanking was one thing, but this alternative didn't bear thinking about! She decided to fight, even though the monster seemed to outclass her by miles. Rather a 'final death' than be bonked by this filthy apparition.

Our heroine struck Kanker a blow to the head with her bat. Enraged, the monster returned to the idea of spanking the 'unbeliever'. It aimed every blow at her ass, and the pain nearly brought her down. But since Roberta was NOT under a spanking obsession, she aimed her strikes at her enemy's head. So in the long run she did a lot more damage.

At last the insane Nosferatu could take no more, and exploded into dust and orange fire.

Roberta wept with pain and fear, but also with relief. Desperate for sustenance to heal her bruised butt, she drained the blood from every rat she could find down in the sewers.

Back at the Last Round bar, Nines was impressed by Roberta's success, but Damsel was not. "That's just one plaguebearer" she sneered. "There's at least one more, and possibly a whole cult. Did you think it was that easy, you stupid tart?"

"Grouchy girl's gratitude gives great gladness" said Roberta sarcastically.

"Do I have to get the paddle out for you two again?" warned Nines. Damsel said no more, and Roberta decided now was a good time to leave.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 30

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 30: Tandem Punishment

Nines Rodriguez dragged the two struggling girls to the upstairs bar of the Last Round. He was helped by the fact that the vampiresses were still more intent on fighting each other than fighting him. Also useful was the fact that they were fighting OVER him, so neither was likely to clock him in the face.

He pushed them towards adjacent round tables and shoved them forwards so that they were bent over them. Damsel's bare breasts, poking through her ripped shirt, were flattened against the formica. Roberta's butt was as bare as her opponent's boobs, with her panties around her thighs and her skirt still somewhere downstairs.

Nines equalized the situation somewhat by reaching around to unbutton Damsel's jeans and pulling them down. "Hey" she protested, "I was fighting for YOU! I'm not letting this mad Malkavian bitch get her claws into you!"

His response was to pull down her panties while saying calmly but firmly. "I've told you before - being an Anarch means nobody owns anybody. I'll do whatever and whoever I like, and so can you."



"Henna-haired harridan hassled me hatefully" complained Roberta. "I'd barely begun beholding bar."

"It takes two to make a catfight" said Nines unsympathetically. "You two need a sharp lesson. I won't have anarchy among the Anarchs. Umm.. Well, you know what I mean!"

Standing nearby was Jack, who had taught Roberta useful lessons when she was first Embraced into vampirehood. An idea struck him. When this bar had been run by humans, it had baked pizza on the premises, and many cooking implements were still stored in the kitchen. Jack got hold of a large and thick wooden spatula once used to feed the pizzas into the oven. "Try this" he said to Nines, and handed it to him.

"Aw, come on!" exclaimed Damsel, "You're not gonna paddle me like some stuck-up sorority skank, are you?"

For once, Roberta agreed with her. "Paddle promises prodigious pain. Belay batting bare behind." She reached for her panties and tried to pull them up, and Damsel tried to do the same. Nines tucked the paddle under his arm, grabbed a set of underwear in each hand and pulled both right down to ankle level. The vampiresses continued yelling in protest.

"Hold their hands, Jack" said Nines, and the piratical senior vampire stood between the tables and gathered up their wrists in his strong fingers. Both girls struggled ineffectually. Then Damsel screamed.

Nines had swung the paddle and whacked the redhead's bare rump, hard. A deep red suffused her skin right away. A step forward, and another smack landed, right across Roberta's naked bottom. She screeched. "Please! Put off painfully paddling posterior. Leave lambasting and liberate last-night's lover."

Hearing this admission, Damsel struggled more violently and yelled "You bitch!". Nines reacted by giving her four whacks with the paddle in a row, two on each bare cheek. "Aaaaagh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she shouted, to make him stop.

Roberta thought Nines was taking her side, and taunted Damsel. "Nurturing Nines' nudity near naked nipples was naughtily nice. Bonking bitchy Brujah's boyriend became beautiful." Damsel ground her sharp teeth.

"Sexy surrender secured simultaneous... Owwwww! Yeow! Ow!" - Roberta didn't get to finish her sentence as Nines paddled her butt several times in rapid succession to shut her up. Then he returned to giving the two vampire girls single smacks alternately. Their protests and shouts gradually morphed into sobs and pitiful mewing.

"Now. Tell me, ladies! Which of you do you think I belong to?"

"Neither, Nines. Nobody" sniffed Roberta. "Anarchs abrogate any authority, object to ostensible ownership."

Damsel had gotten the message too. "You belong to yourself alone" she said grudgingly. "A free vampire can do whatever he wants."

Nines nodded to Jack, who let the girls get up and replace their panties. "We've got serious problems here: the Camarilla trying to take over, and an epidemic among the kine. There's no time for jealous bitch-fights. I can swing a paddle even harder than that if need be. Either of you doubt it?"

The two chastened vampiresses shook their heads and rubbed their rears.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 29

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 29: A Jealous Damsel

Roberta walked to the Last Round bar downtown, keen to meet Nines Rodriguez as they had arranged. Loud techno music filled the place as she entered and headed for the upstairs bar. But at the bottom of the steps, an aggressive red-haired vampiress in a beret stopped her. "Are you the bitch Nines just spent the night with?" she demanded.

This was the Anarch's headquarters, and Damsel looked like a 1970's radical, by way of Bader Meinhoff or the Red Brigade. She belonged to the Brujah clan, as most Anarchs did. Roberta folded her arms and shouted back over the loud rock, "Roberta rejects rude redhead. Stand sideways from stairs, sister!"

"You fucked him, didn't you" raged Damsel. "Nines is mine, you mad Malkavian skank!" She swung a punch at Roberta. Our heroine grabbed the redhead's arm and a wrestling match ensued.

The male vampires and servant ghouls in the downstairs bar turned to watch. "Fifty bucks on Damsel", one shouted. And others: "I dunno, those Malkavs are crazy in a fight." "Damsel had better watch her tits".

Roberta heard the last remark and realised Damsel was wearing no bra - the shape of her nipples could be seen in the thin material of her t-shirt. The brunette reached out and pinched with all the vampiric strength she could muster.

The redhead's high-pitched scream drowned out the music. She started tearing at Roberta's top and yanking downwards on her bra so she could retaliate. The Malkavian twisted away to evade this, which brought her into a bent-over posture side-on to Damsel. Roberta's Dementation power kicked in, which made the redhead obsessed with spanking her opponent.

Damsel grabbed Roberta around the waist to hold her in place and pulled her already-drooping skirt further down. She was intent on humiliating her opponent in front of the cheering crowd. She began spanking with all her might.

With her head in an inverted position, Roberta looked left and saw the inviting sight of Damsel's crotch, dressed in tight jeans. She punched sideways and upwards with her right arm. The redhead lost interest in spanking suddenly, and with a screech clutched at her bruised labia.

The fight turned back into a wrestle. At one point Roberta managed to grab both the redhead's boobs at once and twist. But the brunette's brief panties gave her little defence when Damsel drove her knee straight between her bare thighs. It was Roberta's turn to grab her pussy in agony.

"Have you ever seen GUYS fight this dirty?" asked one of the spectators. "I don't mind booting a Sabbat in the nuts" said another. "But what about the female ones?". "Then I'm more intent on protecting my own."

The screaming was heard upstairs and Nines came down to see what the commotion was. By now, Damsel's shirt was ripped, exposing her boobs to the entire bar, Roberta's skirt lay on the floor and her panties had slipped to mid-thigh.

It was an entertaining sight, but Nines was not impressed. He grabbed both vampiresses by the scruff of their necks. The Anarch leader was older and stronger than the female combatants, and dragged them up the stairs.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 28

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 28: Nines Aces a Queen.

Nines Rodriguez holstered the gun he had just used to kill one of Roberta's Sabbat attackers, then returned to stroking and comforting her whipped thighs and bottom.

"You have a beautiful butt, but not beautiful enough to put a Brujah off his guard" he said. The Brujah were a clan of rebels, sometimes adopting a punk-rock subculture, though Nines was more reserved. Roberta already knew he was a leader of the Anarchs, who hated Lacroix and the Camarilla almost as much as the Sabbat. He had now saved her twice, and Roberta liked him - a lot.

Beckett, whom she had met at the old railway station, had also been comforting and affectionate to her, but in a more fatherly way. He had claimed to be a very ancient vampire who was looking out for her. Nines' attitude was more in keeping with his youthful appearance, and the way he was stroking her was more erotic.

Roberta quickly recovered from the strapping the Sabbat thugs had given her, but she didn't say so - she didn't want Nines to stop what he was doing. "Rodriguez' rubbing of Roberta's rear really restful" she said. "Continue comforting contours with caring caresses".

"Let's get out of the street, sweet Malkavian girl" suggested Nines. He lifted her up and, taking her hand, he led her to a nearby factory door. He picked the lock, and they found a comfortable office with a couch.

"Feeling better?" asked Nines. Roberta shook her head. "Sore skin still seeks stroking" she said, pouting. Nines grinned and pretended to believe her. He guided her over his lap and lifted her skirt as though he intended to give her more spanking.

"I've got a stong urge to tan your hide" he said, "But I reckon that's a power you have over everyone as a Malkavian. Am I right?"

Roberta nodded. "Please put aside power. Forego further flogging, favored friend." Nines reassured her: "It's okay, I can resist it. But if I'm going to stroke your sore butt properly, let's have these out of the way." He pulled her panties all the way down and took them off over her feet. Then, as promised, he resumed stroking gently all over her bottom and down the backs of her legs.

The vampiress sighed and moaned, then more intensely as Nines' fingertips touched her vulva. She parted her legs a little to make it easier for him to stroke her there. When she felt his erection underneath her, it was time to abandon the pretence of being comforted after a whipping, and admit what was really going on. She jumped up and removed her top and bra, while Nines took down her skirt.

Then he stood up and she helped him out of his clothes, baring his lower half while he took off his shirt. They went into a long searching naked kiss and began touching each other all over. He gently squeezed and nibbled her boobs, and she caressed his penis with the lightest possible touch.

"Some vampires exchange blood to make love" said Nines softly, "but I prefer the old-fashioned human way." He sat back down on the couch and Roberta straddled him, guiding him into her pussy. They remained motionless that way for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes. Then Roberta began moving up and down, twisting her body so that his tool gave her the maximum stimulation of her clit.

When they climaxed together, there was no ejaculation - vampires cannot create life. There was just a towering ecstasy, exhausted gasping, then a long time holding each other wordlessly.

There was a danger of being trapped in the factory or caught outside when the sun rose, so Nines asked Roberta to meet him at the Last Round bar. She promised she would, and at the factory door they parted with a last kiss and embrace. But then they thought they had better go back for their clothes.

Roberta decided that she too preferred old-fashioned sex over blood-based vampire variants. "Human humping hugely hot. Unique undead usages unnecessary!" she said to herself.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 27

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 27: The Sabbat Welcoming Committee.

As Roberta stepped out of the cab that had taken her downtown, a dark figure moved in a nearby alley. Our heroine had hardly taken a step when the Sabbat vampire swung a baseball bat and knocked her out.



With her vampiric resilience, she regained consciousness very quickly, but she was on the ground surrounded by three of the Sabbat. One of them put his foot on her breasts to prevent her getting up. An evil dialogue began among them: "I want its eyes!" "I want its teeth!" "Camarilla fuck!"

When they noticed she was awake, the apparent leader said "Did you think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it? Nobody messes with the Sabbat and lives."

Roberta's skirt had ridden up, and the vampires focused on her exposed thighs and panties. "Sexy little Camarilla bitch, isn't she? Let's not make this too quick."

They were only young vampires. The Sabbat leaders, mostly of the shadowy clan Lasombra, recruited thugs in large numbers by Embracing them into becoming vampiric cannon fodder. So they had no resistance to Roberta's Dementation power. The desire it invoked took hold of them. "Let's give her a good whipping before we tear her apart."

The vampire standing with one foot on her boobs took it off long enough to let the others roll her over, but then he continued to pin her down. His two companions took off their belts. With only her thong's narrow string between her buttocks, Roberta was virtually bare from waist to knees, and the vampires began lashing that entire area.

Vicious strokes of the two straps painted lines on her bottom and thighs. The blows on her legs hurt the most, and Roberta screamed repeatedly. The trio, the type that Jack (her first mentor) had called "frenzied Sabbat assholes", laughed at her pain as their belts rose and fell.

Some previous punishments had hurt Roberta more, but none had been delivered with such sadistic relish. And yet, her 'spank-me' aura saved her life that night, because it delayed the Sabbat vampires in their intent to murder her. Delayed them long enough for her screams to be heard and for help to arrive.

A pistol shot rang out and a bullet hit the head of the leading vampire. Not fatal, of course, but he dropped his belt and shouted "Son of a bitch!" To Roberta's relief, another vampire stepped forward. One who had saved her before, on the night she was first Embraced. Nines Rodriguez had protested and forced Prince Lacroix to change his mind about executing Roberta, as unlicenced progeny converted without his permission. Now, Nines demanded the Sabbat trio let her go.

"There's three of us, Rodriguez! What ya gonna do, shoot us?" sneered the evil thugs. Nines patted a grenade on his belt. Vampires don't easily survive fiery explosions, and the Sabbat neonates backed down. "This isn't over!" they shouted ineffectually as they backed away.

Nines leaned down and very gently stroked Roberta's sore thighs and butt. "Trouble seems to follow you everywhere" he said. She allowed herself to be comforted this way until her powers of recovery made the red stripes fade away.

Seeing how Nines was intently focussed on stroking feminine curves, the Sabbat who had been shot in the head ran back suddenly to attack. But Nines was too quick. He emptied the pistol into the thug. Enough bullets will kill a vampire eventually, and the Sabbat vamp exploded into orange fire and dust.

"Nice effort - execution needs work" said Nines calmly, then returned his attention to Roberta's smooth rear.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 26

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 26: Negotiable Affection.

Where was a hungry vampiress to get a quick meal around Santa Monica? She could probably seduce one of the Goth girls at the Asylum nightclub, but it would take time and Roberta was famished.

As she crossed the street a 'working girl', attractive for a streetwalker, said "Hi honey. Looking for a date?"

"Perorate price pertaining to prostitution" asked Roberta.

"Er, what? How much? Well I don't get to do women often, especially ones as cute as you. How about forty bucks?" Roberta had been paid cash for many of the quests she had done. She could afford this easily, so she agreed. The whore wanted to go down a dark alley to 'do it'. What could be better for vampiric fast food?

In the lane beside the Asylum, the streetwalker said "Okay sugar, want your boobies pleasured or should I go straight down? But something tells me you like it kinky. You want mama to put you over her knee and spank you, right?"

Not this time, thought Roberta. She was in a hurry. "Come cuddle customer, callgirl" she answered.

"Okay, but no kissing on the lips". It was the last thing she remembered saying until she came to her senses much later. She didn't remember the sharp fangs entering her neck or the vampiress' bare thighs wrapped around her. Roberta drank greedily but left the whore enough blood to survive.

Just as she finished, a man came down the alley. It was vital he didn't see what was really going on, otherwise it would be a violation of the Masquerade, the vampire law of secrecy. Roberta didn't know what the punishment was for a first offence in that regard, but she didn't want to find out. So what would an obvious ho and another girl be doing in an alley?

Roberta pushed the dazed and insensible streetwalker down to her knees and yanked her own thong panties quickly down where they could be seen. Then, flipping her skirt over the whore's head, she pulled the kneeling woman's face into her crotch and began making moaning sounds.

The guy in the alley stopped and stared. "Hey, does it cost me anything to watch?" he asked delightedly. Roberta pretended to be too much in the throes of ecstasy to notice him right away. She faked an orgasm Meg Ryan style ("Yes! Yes! Oh yes!") then ran from the scene, pretending to be embarrassed at being caught in the act.

The whore was left kneeling in the alley, semi-conscious and unaware of the public show she had helped provide. The man said "Hey, while yer down there, girl...". Turned on by what he had seen, he was definitely in the mood, and unzipped his fly. Still under the swoon created by a vampiric feeding, the streetwalker opened her mouth on his suggestion.

Later on, she didn't remember this part either, but the man sure did. "The first time a ho forgot to ask for her money! She must have really enjoyed it" he bragged to his friends.

Roberta grabbed a taxi and asked for 'Downtown'. She couldn't give an exact address, so the cab dropped her off on the edge of the downtown LA area. As it turned out, it was not a nice neighbourhood. At all.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 25

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 25: A Gangrel Gentleman

After setting the bomb's timer. Roberta had three minutes to leave the Sabbat's warehouse/railway compound. She ran downstairs towards a back door. It burst open as she approached, and a vampire attacked her. It lashed out viciously, but Roberta responded in kind, knocking it down.

Knowing she had limited time, the vampiress didn't stop to finish her enemy off, but kept running. She dodged another Sabbat vampire and knocked down a third, running up metal steps and jumping onto a boxcar. Now she only needed to follow the railway line to get back to the platform where she had entered.

As she ran up a plank to the old railway station, the Astrolite went off behind her, blowing the warehouse to smithereens. Not even vampires could survive the conflagration, so Roberta was not pursued.

Or was she? A white wolf ran along the roof of a boxcar and leapt down near her. She had glimpsed the wolf before, at Santa Monica beach for example. Then the wolf morphed into a tall man in a long brown coat, red eyes, tinted glasses and obvious fangs.

"Warning! Werewolf!" screamed Roberta and backed away. But the man introduced himself as Beckett, a vampire of clan Gangrel, which had some shapeshifting and animalistic powers.

Beckett asked her if she had blown up the warehouse and laughed at her denial. "Well I wouldn't want to be the 'real saboteur'. The Sabbat will be hunting her, for sure." He looked genuinely concerned for Roberta's safety, and she wondered how long he had been watching over her.

"You have a strange form of Dementation, young Malkavian. If I weren't so much older than you, I would give in to its influence, and put you over my knee. You deserve it, considering the trouble you're getting yourself into. But I am ancient, and beyond your mental powers."

To her surprise, Roberta felt disappointed. His smooth voice soothed her and his eyes, although strangely coloured, seemed benevolent. The implication that he might spank her to keep her out of trouble, apply some 'tough love' truly for her own good, made Roberta feel warm and a little turned-on. For the first time since her ill-fated sire, she had met someone whose lap she wanted to be across, whose hand she wanted to feel punishing her.

She told Beckett all that had befallen her, the whole chain of events since Prince Lacroix had let her live in exchange for carrying out his tasks. Beckett shook his head in disbelief and exasperation at the mention of Lacroix's name. "Well there's nothing a newborn fledgling can do when in the grip of the imperious leaders of the Camarilla. But you've gone about things in a silly and dangerous way, childe. You must be more careful!"

"Teach me a lesson, Beckett", she asked, and then realised with a start that she wasn't talking mad Malkavian gobbledegook in his presence.

"You mean that in two ways, don't you, young one? I can see that your Dementation power comes from your desires. Indeed, I have much to teach you. But first, as you wish, I shall punish you for your recklessness." He gently lifted her, and carried her across the platform to a bench, sat her on his knee momentarily but then flipped her over into the traditional spanking position.

He didn't smack her hard. It was just enough for a symbolic punishment. He wasn't merely patting her bottom - it was a real spanking, but barely hard enough to hurt. "Your new life can be eternal, and it is therefore precious, little vampiress. You must not risk it unnecessarily."

Roberta didn't answer - she had her eyes closed and was almost in a pleasant trance. So Beckett flipped up her skirt and spanked her two cheeks, bared by her thong panties, a little harder. "Do you hear me?" he asked in a firmer tone of voice.

"Yes, Beckett, I'll try." She was conscious that he was using only a fraction of his strength and could seriously hurt her bottom if he wanted to, but he was spanking her because she wanted and needed it. His benevolence made her want to be completely submissive and to obey him.

"Then keep yourself safe, childe. I don't want to see your unlife snuffed out. You have great promise. Do you understand?" He finished with two harder slaps, one on each cheek, which made her yell "Ow! Ow! Yes sir, I'll be careful." Then he lifted her and turned her over again, seating her on his lap with his left arm around her shoulders.

Beckett was a historian, and told her much about vampire lore and politics as she leaned her head against his chest and listened. Then he gave her a platonic kiss on the forehead and sent her off, telling her it was safest to report to the Prince as he had ordered.

Back at Santa Monica, Roberta felt happier than she had for a long while. But also hungry. It was time to feed.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 24

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 24: Tung and Cheek.

Bertram Tung's feud with the Asylum 'sisters' was finally over, and Roberta could go and see him in the old rusted water tank that was his home. Tung was a Nosferatu, a clan of vampires always hideously ugly.

Roberta was very apprehensive. Firstly, her Dementation aura that made people want to spank her was cetain to work on him. Secondly, she was asking a favor from him -  the location of the Sabbat warehouse she had been ordered to blow up. It was a formula for a definite spanking from a deformed and monstrous creature, that she would rather avoid.

Bertram looked somewhat like the Elephant Man, but could have been worse. The conversation went exactly as Roberta feared: "Sure, I'll tell ya what ya wanna know. But ya gotta let me smack that cute butt of yours. With ya knickers down."

Roberta begged. "Male monster musn't mandate belting babe's bare buttocks. Forego flaggelating female fiend. Negate nasty negotiation, nice Nosferatu" she simpered.

"You're one crazy broad!" said Tung. "But just sane enough that ya don't want my wrinkled and wart-infested hand on yer smooth skin, right? Well, we can take care of that."

To one side of the round rusted tank was a metal box that he unclasped and opened. He began rummaging around saying "I've got a few toys in here". He turned around holding a riding crop, with a loop of black leather at its tip. "Ya prefer this?"

The crop looked frightening, but the Nosferatu's hands looked worse. The crop would hurt more but it would be less gross. Biting her lip, Roberta nodded. "OK, prepare yourself, honeybunch" said Tung eagerly.

Roberta pushed her skirt and panties down to her ankles quickly, to make sure Tung didn't do it. She didn't want to feel those hands touching her hips and thighs as they pulled down her underwear. "Grab your ankles" said the monster, and Roberta obeyed.

He smacked her with the leather tip, causing intense pain in a very small spot. It was possible to aim very accurately with the crop, and Tung began covering her nude cheeks with evenly spaced red spots. Roberta made every possible sound as she absorbed the horrible stinging: "Ow! Aaah! Yeow! Ouch! Aww!" mixed in with gasps, sobs, hisses and grinding teeth.

Then Tung aimed at the lower, inner corner of her left buttock, the closest spot to her pussy. It was the most tender part of her bottom, and Roberta screamed and leapt up, desperately trying to rub the hurt away. "Mercy, monstrous master! Curtail cropping close to cunt."

"Such language from such a sweet girl!" laughed Bertram. "But ya gotta get the same thing on the other cheek, for the sake of balance." Tears filled Roberta's eyes and she shook her head desperately. Relenting a little, Tung said "Come on, we'll make it the last one."

Trembling, Roberta bent over again. Tung aimed for the lower left corner of her right cheek and whacked her as hard as he could. The homeless guys in the street nearby turned their heads at the scream she produced. Crying freely, she leapt about like a kangaroo, panties around her ankles, massaging her hurt bottom.

Roberta headed for the warehouse, having paid a high price for its location. It was guarded by human gangsters that the evil Sabbat vampires had hired. She used vampire stealth to slip past most of them. A ladder near an old railway steam engine looked like a good infiltration point, but there was a gangster too close to it.

She zapped him with her Dementation power, which she knew would send him into a fantasy of spanking her. With the weak-minded, she didn't need to suffer the real thing. Without waiting, she began climbing the ladder. The gangster looked upwards, peering up her loose miniskirt as she climbed. In his mind, he was giving the bare cheeks that were on show a good smacking.

Crossing the warehouse rafters, she reached the central office - the best place to plant the explosives. There were several guards in the office area and she didn't have the blood-supplied energy left to 'Dement' them all. Roberta drew her knife. She slit one throat silently from behind, fought the next guy front on and fed on the third, draining his blood completely and recovering her strength.

When she was alone, our heroine armed the Astrolite charges, set the timer for three minutes and RAN!

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 23

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 23: Tourette's Syndrome.

When Roberta burst in, it looked at first as though Therese was pointing a gun at the bathroom, which presumably contained Jeanette as she had said on the phone. But then "Therese" turned her head. Her left half had one of Jeanette's ponytails and her eye make-up. Roberta now knew why she had only seen one twin at a time, and why there was only one bed.

The schizophrenic Therese/Jeanette entity, whom Roberta immediately christened 'Tourette', proceeded to have a bitter argument with herself. Slowly, the rest of the twins' story came out. Therese had already told Roberta of her jealousy over Jeanette's daily spankings from their father, whereas Therese (the good girl) received no intimate contact from him - no hugs, nothing. The family picture on the wall showed that there had once been two real girls.

The last thing Therese had said was "One day I couldn't take it any more". Now, the Jeanette half of Tourette spilled the beans. "She picked up Father's shotgun and blew his brains out." Roberta made the logical deduction - Therese had killed the real Jeanette as well.

"All he had to do was TOUCH ME!" raved Therese. "I wouldn't have cared how much a spanking hurt. I wanted him to whip my butt raw with his belt, make me scream. Anything rather than ignore me."

"You murdered him, and you call yourself the GOOD girl?" replied the Jeanette personality, unaware that her real self had also been killed. "I hope you choke with your jealousy." She took on a purring, bragging tone, goading her Therese half. "It was so sensual, so intimate, being over Daddy's lap, bare bottom, feeling his hand on me. And he always cuddled me when he thought I'd learned my lesson."

'Therese' screamed with rage. "You perverted, incestuous bitch. No wonder you have the morals of an alley cat." Tourette's right hand slapped the left side of her face.

"You HIT me, you cold sexless witch. Take this!" The left hand grabbed the right breast and squeezed cruelly. The right hand retaliated, inserting itself into Tourette's business suit and pinching the left nipple as hard as possible. The personalities' shared mouth screamed.

Roberta stood there as Tourette continued hurting herself, screaming and cursing. Earlier, she had doubted that the twins were Malkavian vampires like herself, since their speech pattern wasn't as mad as her own. But now she thought herself relatively sane. Was Therese made a vampire before the murders, or did her cracked mind attract a Malkavian sire afterwards? Perhaps becoming a Malkavian vampire was what made her 'resurrect' Jeanette in her mind, becoming her for half the time. Roberta would never know.

But then she realised she had a stake in this contest. 'Therese' was as cold as an iceberg, whereas 'Jeanette' was a superb bisexual lover who had given her the hottest orgasms ever. Roberta took the latter's side in the argument. "Therese torments twin terribly, jabs Jeanette due to jarring jealousy. Sexy sister suffers scorn of spectacled sibling."

"That's right" said the Jeanette half, ripping the suit jacket so she could better torture 'Therese's right breast. She dug her fingernails into the aureole. The dual personality screamed again and her right hand raised the gun. Roberta called out desperately to 'Jeanette', "Look out, lesbian lover. Grab gun, gorgeous gay girl." Both hands fought over the pistol, and it went off.

A single shot wasn't enough to kill a vampire like Tourette. But in her addled mind 'Therese' was now dead, and 'Jeanette' took over completely. "Oww, that bitch really hurt my tit" she said, stroking her left nipple.

"Bare that bodacious bruised boob, bi beauty" urged Roberta sympathetically. "Slave slut soothes sore spot." She helped the blonde remove the jacket and her dishevelled bra, and set to work kissing and licking the left breast.

Jeanette (for this is who she was now) moaned and said "The other one hurts too - I don't know why." Roberta comforted the right boob similarly, until Jeanette seemed calm and relaxed. Then she remembered why she had gotten involved with the twins in the first place.

"Tell tit-licker trouble towards Tung is terminated?" She needed information from Bertram Tung, who had gone into hiding under threat from the "twins".

"Of course. It was Therese that was at war with that Nosferatu. Now she's dead. And I can't even see her ashes on the floor. Oh well!" chirped Jeanette. "I'll get word to Tung and say he's okay with the Asylum now, provided he helps my favourite fledgling." She kissed Roberta's lips. "Good luck, darling! Be back soon, I'm going to be lonely here all by myself." She licked her lips and winked in a way that promised further pleasures.

"Roberta returns, ready to repeat recent raunchy romp. Ta-ta, triumphant twin." She skipped out of the nightclub, without giving the demised personality called Therese another thought.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 22

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 22: Gangbangers' Ambush.

Once again, Roberta was confronted with the twin she didn't expect to see, in the room above the Asylum nightclub. Therese was waiting there, absolutely furious. "That gallery showing was MY event! Jeanette sent you to wreck it out of spite. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Roberta gave her the necklace from the hotel that she wanted, to try to appease her. She also told how she had been severely punished by the blood guardian for slashing the paintings. "Homonculus' hateful hand hurt heinie horrendously!"

"Good!" snorted Therese. "If I wasn't too busy I'd give you another whipping. But Jeanette has run away, because I threatened to set fire to her satin sheets. Go and tell her I didn't mean it. She's at the Sunrise Diner."

The diner was just across the road from the Asylum. When Roberta walked in, a group of young gangbangers saw her and reached for their guns. It was an ambush! But they were only humans, and Roberta had her usual weapon for this situation.

She ran up close to them to be sure that all were caught in her Dementation aura. It's hypnotic effect, saying 'spank me', made them confused as to their intent. "Er, the blonde at the Asylum said we have to get you, girl", said the leader. He frowned in puzzlement. "We were supposed to... was it kill you? Or was it just teach you a lesson?"

"Blonde babe buys bangers to belt brunette's behind?" suggested Roberta, to push their thinking in the way she wanted.

"Er, yeah. That's it. I think. We have to spank your ass."

One of the gang was a little more clear-headed than the rest. "Hey boss" he said, "I don't think that was it. Didn't she want us to waste the bitch?"

Roberta turned to him and made it clear that he too would be able to spank her, knowing the desire was already implanted by her mental power. "All attackers access ample ass. Triggermen take turns tanning tush."

This convinced the dissenter. "Okay, you dizzy dame. You're gonna have to get your butt whaled-on by all of us. Me first."

The gang sat down on the diner seats, and Roberta was draped over a series of laps. The spankings weren't hard but the whole process took some time. Each guy was a little more daring than the last. The second one flipped up her skirt for the spanking, the third took down her panties.

The leader was last. As he took her by the hand and drew her towards himself, still with her underwear round her knees, he took his time looking at her revealed pussy. Then she was over his lap and getting the last set of slaps to her naked bottom.

Part way through, the leader put his hand between her thighs and onto her vulva. He wasn't masturbating her as Jeanette had done. It was a touch that just said "I've got a chance to grab your pussy, so I'm taking it." Roberta felt vulnerable, and was conscious of the stretched waistband of her panties around her shins. All of her pelvic region was bare and under this man's control.

After a dozen more smacks, she was able to rise and cover herself. The gang had enjoyed themselves, and still thought they had obeyed their employer's instructions. Just then the phone in the diner rang. Roberta answered it.

"Therese has gone crazy" yelled Jeanette's voice desperately. "She tried to have you killed and she's threatening to shoot me. I'm trapped in the bathroom. Please help!" Roberta hung up and ran back towards the nightclub.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 21

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
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.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 20

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 20: Officer Chunk.

Roberta was completely ensorcelled with Jeanette after getting the best orgasm of her life, rolling around on the twin's heart-shaped bed. She promised to do anything Jeanette wanted. It was a very odd mission - the blonde wanted Roberta to get into an art gallery at night and slash all the paintings.

She thought this a little childish. Wouldn't vandalism be a petty thing for a vampire to stoop to? There must be something more to this than met the eye. But Jeanette was Jeanette, and Roberta would do anything for another night with her. So, armed with the knife the twin had provided, she set off for the Gallery Noir.

There was a convenient alley leading to a back entrance, but a very tubby guard (aptly named Chunk) blocked her way. He told her to leave... "or I'll be forced to radio this in."

Roberta had developed a standard tactic for guards - use her Dementation which always made them give her a spanking; then either they would let her do what she wanted or she would partially feed from them and leave them dazed. But did she want to be spanked by this fat guy? And she probably couldn't drink enough of the blood in his large body to weaken him sufficiently.

"Entering this private alley is a code 902", Chunk continued. "I'm afraid that makes you an offender, Miss, and I'm authorized to deal with the situation." Dementation was doing its work. "I could have you jailed, but I've found that young women prefer to pay a more direct penalty, to me personally. I guess it's the uniform. You'd be surprised how often the girls say 'Can't I pay for my naughty behaviour in some other way, Officer, sir'? "

Then Roberta remembered the medical orderly at the blood bank, a weak-minded twerp. Chunk seemed even dumber, so she used the same tactic on him - a good strong blast of the active form of her 'spank-me' Dementation. It sent him into a fantasy. As he reeled in a daze he narrated what he was experiencing inside his head.

"You want me to punish you personally, on the spot? All right, Miss. I'll sit on the car park rails here. Now come and lay yourself across my lap. That's it. Don't worry, you won't fall off. My thighs make a broad platform, I know that. It's because I developed my leg muscles playing football. Well, to be honest, fantasy football."

Roberta thought this was amusingly ironic, since he was about to deliver a fantasy spanking. In reality she was leaning against the gallery wall, waiting for it to play out. Chunk was also oblivious to the fact that his belly was so large, there was really no room for a girl to go over his lap.

"Trespassing is a serious offence, so I'm going to have to spank your butt bare. It's no good protesting, you've been a bad girl and that's that. So I'll just lift this little skirt of yours. Jeez, there's hardly any material in your panties. I could smack both naked cheeks without taking them down. But bare is bare, and I have to stick to the letter of the law. Even if it's only Chunk's Law - 'How to deal with female offenders'. It requires me to pull your underwear down exactly to the level of your knees - no higher and no lower.

"Now this is going to hurt your bare buns, little Miss. You'll probably cry, but you have to remember you did the wrong thing and must pay for it. Here it comes... And another... And another... Try not to yell so loud, people on the street will come and watch. I don't care if they do, but it'll be more embarrassing for you. I hope these hard smacks will teach you not to trespass. Your ass is getting redder and redder.

"I kinda feel sorry for you, seeing your tears and hearing you sob and plead, but it's my sworn duty to guard the premises. Just a few more smacks... There, it's over, you can stop crying now. Stand up. Yes I know it hurt - it was meant to. Now remember, going where you shouldn't be, means a painful bare-bottom spanking. At least, it does if Officer Chunk is on guard. Whoa! You should have pulled your panties up before turning around - you're showing me your girl-parts. I guess I'll be a gentleman and hide my eyes."

Roberta, who was of course fully dressed and giggling through the whole episode, skipped off towards the gallery's back door while Chunk put his face in his hands. "Have you adjusted your undies yet?" he asked.

Roberta called back from half way up the alley - "Panties placed properly, portly patrolman. Still struggling to straighten skirt."

"Okay, I'll keep my eyes shut a bit longer" he replied as she began to pick the lock.