From - Sun Nov 23 01:45:04 1997
MIDNIGHT RIDERS
(the "nat as a vampire series, part 3.5)
by darkangel
Natalie Lambert stepped outside the Raven, feeling rather
depressed over the recent situation between her lovers. Damn him. She
mentally swore at Nick, wishing that he hadn't been such a jerk the other
evening. Why did he have to ruin a perfectly good relationship by
getting jealous?
She sat down on the curb outside the club, lighting a cigarette.
She blew the smoke upwards toward the dark Toronto sky, wishing fervently
that Nick would get a clue.
She heard a rumbling from down the street, and watched the
motorcycle make its way down the avenue. It was a rather large Harley-
Davidson, black and chrome, the street lamps reflecting off of its shiny
metal. Janette pulled up to the curb, looking breathless.
"Do you like it?" Janette grinned.
Natalie nodded distractedly.
"Come for a ride, cherie. You look like you could use some fun."
Nat sighed and swung her leg over the back of the bike. The
rumble of the engine produced some very intense vibrations, and she
gasped at the intensity of it.
Janette chuckled. "Lovely, isn't it?" She gunned the engine,
and they pulled away from the curb.
The bike sped along the Toronto streets. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular."
Nat laid her head against her lover's back, relaxing. The escape
from the Raven, from work, from life was just what she needed. They
travelled outside the city limits, watching the countryside go by. An
hour passed, and they were pulling onto an almost-invisible dirt track
which led into the forest.
"Where are we?"
"You'll see." Janette was unusually quiet, but Nat let it pass.
The ride had mellowed her out a great deal, too.
Janette stopped the bike in a clearing and looked around. "Perfect."
"For what?"
The dark-haired woman got off the bike and turned to face
Natalie. "This." She grabbed Nat's hair, at the roots and pulled her into
a rough embrace, kissing her forcefully. "You wanted to play, cherie?
we'll play."
Natalie could feel herself melting at Janette's words even as her
lover's grip on her hair tightened.
"You like this?" Janette hissed, her voice full of malice. She
pulled Nat up and slightly toward her, forcing Nat to clumsily get off
the motorcycle. She tumbled, and cried out as her scalp was forced to
support most of her body weight. Janette backhanded her. "Clumsy fool.
Don't anger me, Natalie. If I'm going to give you what you want, we're
going to do it my way."
Natalie had never seen Janette like this. Logically, she knew it
was an act for her benefit, but she was still afraid of displeasing her
lover. She straightened up, lessening the strain on her scalp, and
looked Janette in the eyes. But there was no sign of love there.
"What are you looking at?" Janette pushed her backwards against
the motorcycle. "You can only look where I tell you." Natalie leaned
against the seat, casting her eyes downward obediently.
Janette moved closer, and tilted Nat's head up towards her. She
kissed her softly at first, her hands on the other woman's shoulders,
holding her. She slid her hands down over Natalie's silk shirt, and
started rubbing her hands over her lover's breasts as her kisses became
rougher, more demanding. Janette's hands, still clad in black leather,
unbuttoned the shirt, pulling open the soft fabric and rending the bra
beneath to shreds.
"Janette..." Natalie's voice was full of lust tinged with fear.
Janette laughed. "Be quiet, cherie." She kissed her. "You will
do as I wish, ne c'est pas?" She ran her gloved hand over Natalie's bare
chest, feeling the heavy softness of her breasts. She took a nipple in
her teeth, biting hard, enjoying the other woman's pain. She traced a
hand down to her lover's crotch, sensing the dampness there. Janette
frowned, knowing that she wasn't being hard enough on her protege. She
undid Natalie's jeans, yanking them down to just below the tops of her
thighs. "Turn around." The pale, white skin of Nat's buttocks was too
inviting. Janette found a suitable tree, and took a green branch from
it. She stripped it of its leaves and took aim.
The sound of the branch against Natalie's skin broke the dark
quiet of the forest. *Thwack!* The welt appeared almost instantly, and
Nat bit through her lip trying to remain silent. For this was the fun of
the game, the obedience, even though she knew that Janette would pay for
this later. *Thwack!* The improvised cane came faster, harder, fueled
by Janette's bloodlust and her vampiric strength. Natalie shut her eyes,
relishing the agony. She could feel liquid dripping down the backs of
her thighs, and she knew that Janette was breaking the skin, over and
over. The blood sliding downwards to mingle with the dampness between
her thighs only aroused her even more. The pain was becoming unbearable,
and Nat was sobbing as silently as she could, her salty blood tears
slipping down her cheeks. She could taste them. She almost grabbed onto
the seat of the motorcycle for support, but she knew that she would rip
it apart. Instead she made her hands into fists, uncaring that with
every stroke of the branch her nails sunk deeper into her palms. She was
hovering on the edge of orgasm, but Janette was not yet ready to let her
come.
Janette grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her off the
motorcycle. With her other hand, she massaged Natalie's sore buttocks with
a gloved hand. The sting hurt almost as badly as the cane had. "You
want me, don't you?"
Natalie could only moan, and Janette slapped her, hard. "You
_will_ answer me."
"Yesssss...." Natalie breathed.
Janette slapped her again, almost hard enough to dislocate her
jaw. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that she could
have never had this much fun when she was mortal. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress." The tears were flowing freely now, and it took
all her resolve not to sob loudly.
"That's better." Janette smiled maliciously, reminding Natalie
of LaCroix with the way her lover looked at her, as if she was prey.
Janette pushed her backwards. "Sit on the motorcycle."
Natalie sat down on the seat, enjoying the cold leather against
her already-healing wounds.
"Spread your legs. No, put one leg on the bike... yes, like
that." One of Nat's legs still touched the ground, while her other was
bent so that her cunt was fully exposed.
Janette forced two leather-clad fingers into Natalie, revelling
in the younger vampire's gasp. Nat bit her lip again, trying to supress
her moans as Janette added another finger, and yet another. The black
leather of the glove was cold inside her, and dry until her juices made
up the difference. Then, suddenly, Janette's entire hand was in her up
to the wrist, and the dark-haired woman was having to support her with
her other arm just to keep Natalie from falling off the motorcycle.
Nat's head fell back, her body limp as the waves of orgasm took her.
Janette could not resist the exposed neck before her, and she bit cruelly
into Natalie's throat, drinking deep as she continued the rhythmic
thrusting of her hand. Natalie cried out at the first touch of Janette's
teeth, then she could no longer keep silent, and her moans filled
Janette's ears. Janette closed her eyes, her lover's ecstasy flooding
the bond between them as Natalie came again and again.
As Nat's need began to fade, Janette remembered her own desires.
She pulled her hand from Natalie's cunt and licked the fluid from the
glove. The leather was completely ruined, but it had been well worth
it. "On your knees, bitch."
Natalie was slightly confused. "Where, exactly... Mistress?"
Janette pointed to the spot where she stood, then stepped back
slightly. She unzipped the leather pants she wore and walked around the
now-kneeling Natalie to lean against the edge of the motorcycle. She
pulled the pants down to just above her knees, then sat on the edge of
the motorcycle. She motioned for Nat to move forward, and lifted her
legs to trap Natalie's head between the pants and Janette's crotch. "I
think you know what to do, slut."
Natalie wrapped her arms around Janette's thighs, which rested on
her shoulders. She breathed in the scent of Janette, smelled her
arousal. It took all of her willpower not to extend her fangs and bite
her lover's thigh. She began licking slowly, only along the lips, never
nearing Janette's clit. The way Janette's thighs pressed against her
head would have killed a mortal, but she continued exploring the crevices
of Janette's cunt with her tongue, loving the taste of her. She slid her
tongue into her lover, just slightly, and flicked the nub of flesh just
inside her vagina. Janette shuddered, and Natalie supressed a smile.
Janette was not the only one good at torture.
She lapped at the skin just below Janette's opening, moving
upwards as slowly as she could. Janette's hands were in her hair,
pulling her closer, trying to receive the satisfaction Nat was not yet
prepared to give. Natalie gently bit her lover's labia, feeling a thrill
at making Janette whimper. She teased her for a short while longer, just
until Janette was close to the point of no return. Then, suddenly, she
took Janette's clit into her teeth and began sucking it as hard as she
could, flicking the tiny nub of flesh over and over with her tongue.
Janette began to moan, and the sound grew higher and higher pitched as
the dark-haired woman came. The high, thin scream filled Natalie's ears,
but she kept going unrelentlessly. Janette's breathe was frantic,
irregular, and her hands were alternating between caressing and pulling
Nat's hair. She pushed herself into Nat's mouth, meeting Nat's tongue
again and again as she came in a series of lesser orgasms.
Finally her thighs loosened their grip on Natalie's head, and she
ceased licking. Janette was panting.
"Cherie, that was....incredible." Janette moved to let Natalie
escape, and the younger vampire stood and buttoned up her jeans. Janette
just sat there, eyes glazed over.
Natalie leaned to kiss her lover, letting her taste herself on
Nat's lips. "Thank you," she whispered softly.
Janette smiled, looking like the proverbial cat who ate the
canary. She stood and zipped up the leather pants. "I told you
motorcycles were fun. See what happens when you listen to me?"
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