by KajiraGames.
Chapter 2: The Camarilla Disapproves.
Vampire Roberta woke on the bed, with her insane sire sitting and watching her. "Notice the newness of the night, my naughty neonate" he said. "The blessings of blood boil boisterously in your body."
She tried to reply, but words formed a tangled web in her mind. When she forced her lips to speak, a verbal soup came out: "Vampiric vivification is vested in me? Sound the sooth of such sayings, my sire sans sanity."
"Post punishing your pretty posterior, rich red rivers ran, bleeding between us bothways. Spanked and sired simultaneously. Name me your name. Remembering rigorously, it's Roberta, right?"
Again, she had difficulty turning thoughts into words, even saying her name. "Router. Robot. Rabbit. Robert. Redbutt."
He cackled briefly. "Right! Rationally, Roberta Redbutt you remain."
But this cracked discourse could proceed no further. The door splintered and broke, and two vampires rushed in. One threw a wooden stake at her sire, the other plunged one into Roberta's heart. For a moment, having heard all the tales of vampires, she thought her new life had been cut very short. She expected to turn to dust. But instead, she felt completely paralyzed, yet conscious.
One of the newcomers addressed her sire. "Were you too mad to see this coming, Malkavian? Even you crazies know you don't get to sire anyone without Prince Lacroix's permission."
The other leaned over Roberta's helpless form. "Hey, he's picked a pretty one. Those Malkav's are usually drawn to weird-looking kine. As weird-looking as him."
His friend joined him. "Yeah, nice curves too!" He began to fondle and squeeze Roberta's breasts. She felt the unwelcome caresses, but could do nothing to shield herself, or even protest. Like a doctor confirming a diagnosis, the first vampire enforcer did the same.
"Shame she's gotta be dusted" he said, as he shifted his groping lower down. Immobile, Roberta couldn't struggle, moan or cry as fingers stroked her inner thighs, then manipulated her vulva through her brief thong panties.
Then a puzzled look came over both her tormentors, as if foreign thoughts were entering their minds from some unknown source. Slowly, one said "I want to...."
"...spank her?" said the other. "I don't usually go in for that sort of thing but, yeah, that's what I was thinking. I don't know why." They rolled her over onto her front.
"Get that skirt out of the way, pull it down."
"Those undies don't cover her cheeks at all. This'll be easy." When they began smacking her unprotected behind, Roberta felt it. It wasn't sexy this time, as it had been with her sire, who was now paralyzed and unable to come to her aid. Her mind screamed (not with pain, it wasn't that bad) but with humiliation and indignity. What she had given feely to her vampiric progenitor, these two were taking, against her will. But the scream could not come out.
They both had a turn belabouring her cheeks, making her new epithet "Redbutt" a literal reality. Then they both shook their heads, as if throwing off a clouding of the mind. They looked at each other sheepishly. "Let's not tell the Prince about this".
"Agreed. I wouldn't normally be interested in giving some neonate kindred a spanking. Something came over me. Anyway, once they've been tried, neither of these mad Malkavs are going to be going around telling the tale. Let's get them to the theatre."
