Please Note: The following story is fictional. Any perceived similarity to real persons, either living or dead, is strictly coincidental. Although it's intended primarily as an entertaining story with alternative sex, the "story" part takes priority over the "sex". If you are looking to read a story that is pure sex with almost no plot, don't bother with this one. Also, if you are below the legal age or fiction of a sexual nature is illegal where you live, please leave now. To comment please feel free to email me at sandirandolph@gmail.com.
The fine, misty spring rain coated Dan's glasses. Coupled with the poor street lighting in this run down section of town, it made it hard for him to tell the warehouses and factories from the mostly abandoned apartment buildings. He paused to take his glasses off and wipe them on the ends of the flannel shirt that extended below the bottom of his jacket. If everything went as planned this morning, he soon wouldn't need the glasses anymore. For that matter, he wouldn't need the jacket or flannel shirt anymore, either. He was determined that this night would be the night that he'd receive the gift that Victoria seemed to be avoiding giving him.
He'd met Victoria four months ago. It was a night he'd never forget, and as potentially tragic as it was, he felt he would always be thankful that things had played out that night as they had. It was the week between Christmas and New Year's, and the local police had a "superblitz" going on, trying to bust as many drunk drivers as they could, so when Dan decided to go down to Paddy's Pub to have a few beers and play some poker with his buddies, he decided to walk rather than risk getting stopped on his way home. It was only five blocks, and the weather was unseasonably mild, so walking wasn't a problem.
Paddy closed the bar at two, and stopped serving, but he let the guys continue playing poker in the back room until after four. It was about 4:30 when Dan said his goodnights and headed for the apartment he'd moved into after Beth, his wife of 35 years, had died.
On his way home he was passing an alley when he heard a woman's scream coming from the darkened far end of the narrow passage. It sounded like a scream of intense pain, and it stopped Dan in his tracks. Without even thinking about what he was doing, he turned toward the scream and raced into the oblivion of near-total darkness. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he moved toward the far end of alley, allowing him to see the figure of a man bending over a woman who appeared to be totally helpless, lying on the ground, being repeatedly stabbed by her attacker.
Dan spotted a length of steel pipe lying in the litter of the alley, and picked it up on his way without a second thought, quickly closing the distance between him and the woman's assailant. The man was unfortunate enough to live a brief second where he was aware of what was about to happen to him. He looked up and saw Dan swinging the pipe just before the pipe made contact with the side of his head, splitting it open, spattering brains on Dan, the woman and the side of the building next to where she lay.
Dan dropped down next to the woman, immediately noticing the multiple stab wounds on her body. She had three wooden spikes still embedded in her, including one near the middle of her chest.
"Hang on, miss. I'll call an ambulance for you. And the police." he'd told her.
He would always remember the pained and pleading look on her face as she whispered "No! Please! No Police! No Ambulance! Please! Just help me up!"
He'd looked at her injuries, her eyes, and the lifeless body of her attacker only about a foot away. He'd thought he understood her desire to be as far away from the scene as quickly as possible, but didn't think she was in any condition to be going anywhere. He'd looked for the first time at her size and estimated her weight to be no more than 100 pounds, and so judged that he could easily carry her far enough from the scene, at least, so that she wouldn't have to lay within feet of her dead assailant.
Once they were in better light, he came to the realization that she wasn't as badly wounded as he'd initially thought. She'd held onto him with one arm around his neck, and had removed two of the three spikes that had been piercing her flesh along the way. By the time they'd reached the street, those two wounds, and the other smaller wounds, had already stopped bleeding. Once he'd laid her down on the sidewalk, she grimaced once and yanked the final spike from her chest. A spurt of blood gushed briefly, but she pressed her own hand to the open wound, and the flow of blood ebbed, and then finally stopped altogether.
Dan would later recall that the strength of the arm she'd had wrapped around his neck seemed unusually strong . . . stronger than most men's . . . but she appeared anything but strong. She seemed to be a mere wisp of a girl, less than half his 58 years, and as pale as pale could be . . . probably from lack of blood, or so he thought at the time.
Despite her earlier pleas, and her apparently near-miraculous recovery, Dan had felt it best that he call her an ambulance and he certainly needed to advise the police that he'd killed a man. He had no concerns that they'd arrest him. After all, he was coming to the aid of a damsel in dire distress. If bashing that guy's brains in wasn't "justifiable homicide", he didn't know what was. Besides that, he had many friends on the police force, having worked the "police beat" for nearly 20 of his 30 years as a reporter for the largest newspaper in the city. He'd reached for his cell phone, but suddenly realized that he hadn't bothered to bring it with him tonight. After all, it was rare that he ever called anyone on it, and even rarer that anyone called him since his retirement from the paper, so it was an easy thing to forget to bring along.
He knew he couldn't just leave the girl lying on the sidewalk while he went to make his calls, so he'd decided the best course of action was to carry her back to his place and make the calls from there.
Back at his apartment Dan carried the young woman to his bedroom. Looking at her for the first time, as he gently lowered her down onto his bed, he thought to himself that he'd never seen a girl as beautiful as she was and then he noticed her eyes. Her irises were jet black, the same exact shade as her pupils. It certainly added something exotic to her appearance, and he thought to himself that if he were 25 years younger, this was a girl he'd love to have in his bed for purposes other than her recovery.
She never released her hold, with her arms wrapped around his neck, so he realized that when he tried to straighten up he would also need to pry her arms from him. But she was far stronger than he'd anticipated, refusing to relinquish her hold on him.
"I'm so very sorry. Really, I am," she whispered as she pulled him down closer to her. "You've been kind to me and I don't want to hurt you, but I need to do this if I'm to survive."
She put her lips to the side of his throat and he felt a stinging . . . not overly painful . . . as her fangs drove through his skin and pierced a vein. She began sucking as the blood flowed from his body into her desperate mouth. He felt himself sinking into blackness, and was sure he was about to die. Struggling to break her hold was pointless. She was not only far stronger than she looked. She was far stronger than any woman . . . or any man, for that matter . . . that he'd ever known.
But he didn't die. He woke up in the morning in his own bed, weak but alive. At first he thought it had all been a dream, the result of too much Guinness at Paddy's, but when he got up to go pee he looked in the mirror and saw the two scabs on the side of his throat. That was when he finally realized that the girl he'd rescued was a vampire, and the man he'd killed was probably some sort of vampire hunter, trying to end her existence with a wooden stake through her heart.
He made coffee and went about his normal daily routine, which consisted of pretty much nothing. He despised retirement since Beth had died. His life seemed pointless . . . just a one-day-at-a-time wait for his own ultimate death. Evenings were a little better, since he had friends at Paddy's, but even that part of his routine was beginning to seem pointless.
That evening he decided to skip even that nightly sojourn, as he was still feeling a little weak from his loss of blood from the girl feeding off of him the night before. He retired to his bedroom to watch TV, and was close to dozing off when he heard the sliding glass door that led to his balcony slide open. He never bothered locking it, since it was unlikely that an intruder would be able to get onto that balcony, three floors up, to begin with.
He quickly pulled the handgun from the drawer of his nightstand, but before he could load it the girl from the previous evening appeared in his bedroom doorway and, moving incredibly fast, crossed the room in a blur and took the gun from his hand.
"You don't need that. I'm not here to do you any harm. I only came to apologize for taking advantage of you like that last night. I really didn't want to do it, but had no choice. It was a matter of survival for me."
"Who are you?" he asked her. The adrenaline was rushing through his body, partially from fear, and partially from his excitement over seeing this exquisite woman again. "And, more to the point, WHAT are you?"
"My name is Victoria Van der Lee, and as to WHAT I am, I'm sure you've already figured out that I'm a vampire. Like I said, I came to apologize. While it's true that I feed off of humans, I always do my best to limit myself to the dregs of society, like criminals and addicts. I only fed off of you because I'd lost so much blood that I needed to rejuvenate quickly. I'm sorry for that. I hope you weren't in too much discomfort today. I took no more from you than I absolutely needed to."
Dan did his best to stay calm. His training and years of experience automatically caused him to try to approach the situation as much like a disinterested reporter as possible.
"So, what happens now? Do I just become your next meal again? Do I die? Do I become a vampire as well?"
Victoria chuckled lightly. "No, no and no. I have no intention of feeding off of you again, unless you want me to. Some humans find it enjoyable, especially when it's part of having sex. And you won't die from what I did last night. I was careful to not take too much, so you're probably pretty much recovered already. And forget the myths. Being bitten by a vampire doesn't turn you. Only a master vampire can turn you, and it's not done with a bite. It's a three-stage process that's far more complicated than that."
"So, you're just here to apologize? Apology accepted, if you promise to tell me more about yourself and . . . and your kind."
"Well, I actually wanted to apologize in a way that goes well beyond just saying `I'm sorry'. I was hoping you'd accept another form of apology. And then, afterwards I'll tell you all about myself and vampires in general."
With that she reached behind her back, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of him, her milk-white skin contrasting sharply with the black lace bra, panties, garter belt and stockings she wore.
"The first thing you need to know about vampires is that we're very sexual in nature. Quite frankly, about the only things we do besides feed is make love, and we do that VERY well."
She took a step towards Dan and took off her bra, releasing her two perfect breasts.
"Do you want to fuck me, Dan? Do you find me desirable? I promise you, it would be a lovemaking session like you've never experienced before."
Dan didn't hesitate. He hadn't been with a woman since Beth had gotten sick, and here was a gorgeous woman less than half his age freely offering her body to him. His cock instantly went rigid, causing the front of his pajama bottoms to tent outward noticeably.
Victoria giggled when she saw Dan's obvious arousal and pointed toward his crotch.
"I'll take that as a `yes' I suppose."
She took another step toward him as he moved to meet her halfway across the room. He pulled her into his arms, his cock pressing through the material of his pajamas against her soft belly just above the lace waistband of her panties. They held each other tight and kissed, with his cock pressing against her as she rubbed her tits against his bare chest. Things heated up quickly, and it was only a matter of minutes before she was on her knees, and had his pajama bottoms pulled down with his cock in her mouth.
It had been so long for Dan that he was on the verge of climaxing very quickly. He tried to pull back before shooting his load, but Victoria grunted a muffled "unh-unh" and pulled him in tighter, taking even more of his cock into her throat. He exploded hard, shooting thick streams of cum down her throat. She held him tight, sucking and swallowing until he was completely finished.
When she finally released him and stood up he returned the favor. He dropped to his knees, pulled down her panties and buried his face in her muff, probing her dripping pussy with his tongue. She moaned and writhed, pressing her snatch into his face until she stiffened in orgasm.
They moved to the bed where they made love, talked and made love some more, not quitting until just an hour or so before dawn when Victoria announced that she had to leave. Dan learned that she was 623 years old and been born and raised in Holland. She'd been turned by her Master when she was 48 and regressed in age over the next few weeks losing about 25 years until she was back to her 20's and she hadn't aged a day since. He learned that when a mortal is turned they'll age either forward normally or backwards rapidly, depending on their age at the turning, until they reach or return to their physical prime. Victoria refused to give him details about the actual three-stage process of the turning, and balked completely when he brought up the idea of him volunteering to be turned.
"NO!" she'd told him emphatically. "You don't want that! Trust me on this!"
He dropped the subject, but the idea was implanted in his brain as firmly as all the leads he'd tracked down over his life as a reporter. She came back, night after night, over the next few months, and every time they made love it only served to reinforce his goal of eventually getting her to persuade her master, who she referred to as Trevor, to turn him. But he'd grown impatient. He'd followed her twice before when she left him as dawn approached. This time, he believed, he'd managed to stay with her all the back to what she'd referred to as the "nest", where she and the other vampires in her group spent their days, shielded from the sun's lethal direct rays. She'd just entered an old abandoned warehouse through a door with a broken lock.
He waited a few minutes to be sure that she wouldn't be immediately on the other side of that door and then entered the darkened building himself. He heard muffled voices coming from far inside the warehouse and used those sounds to guide him toward the source. Once he'd gotten to the source he stayed hidden, gazing in awe at the candlelit scene in front of him. Victoria was there, along with ten other female vampires, each very nearly as beautiful as herself. But what really caught his attention was the twelfth vampire . . . surely the one that Victoria had referred to as Trevor, the master vampire with the ability to turn him and give him back both his lost youth and the gift of virtually eternal life.
Trevor was huge by mortal standards, standing a little over seven feet tall and looking like he weighed 300 pounds or more. His body was extraordinarily well-muscled, not muscle-bound like a body builder's, but more finely tuned, like that of a professional athlete's. He wore only a loose-fitting pair of red silk lounging pants, which were currently pulled down to mid-thigh as he gently stroked the long red hair of the scantily clad female vampire who was on her knees in front of him with her face buried in his crotch. Several other females had gathered around Trevor and his playmate and were urging her on with words of encouragement.
From Dan's vantage point he could see that Trevor's long thick cock was in her mouth. Each time she pulled her head back nearly twelve inches of the thick shaft would come into view and he could see her throat swell each time she leaned forward, sliding her lips down the shaft, taking his foot-long prick deep into her throat. Dan watched in awe as she increased the pace of the bobbing of her head, knowing that interrupting the blow job would likely enrage Trevor, and he certainly didn't want to make the giant vampire mad when his goal was to seek a favor.
Finally Trevor held her head still with both strong hands and grunted. The female between his legs mewed like a kitten as he shot his seed deep into her gullet. When he was finally finished cumming Trevor helped the female to her feet and kissed her gently.
"Well done, Melissa," Dan could hear Trevor tell the woman. "Well done indeed. I think that was your best ever."
Dan chose that moment to make his entrance. He stepped out from his hiding place in the shadows and into the glow of the candlelight.
"Greetings Trevor! My name is Dan Riley and I've come to ask a great favor of you!"
Prepared to run if necessary, Dan watched for both Trevor's reaction and Victoria's who had been busy making out with two of the other females on a couch off to one side. Trevor smiled broadly at Dan's intrusion, but Victoria's expression was one of horror.
"DAN! NO! YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE!" Victoria screamed, but Dan stood his ground and Trevor's expression exuded warmth and friendship.
"Silence, Victoria!" Trevor commanded her. "Let Dan make his request. Perhaps I will grant him what he wants, or perhaps I'll drain him of his life. We shall see, but you will not interfere. Do you understand?"
Dan could see sadness in her face and tears in her eyes as she looked down at the floor between her feet and curtsied, an obvious gesture of subservience.
"Yes, Master. I understand."
"Good girl. Now, Mr. Riley, I assume that you are the mortal lover that Victoria has had in her thoughts and been visiting regularly." he continued, turning back to Dan. "I see you have no wooden stakes in your hands so you've obviously not come to kill me. What is it you wish from me, since it's not my death that you seek?"
"I wish to become one of you. I've asked Victoria about this and she's told me that only a master vampire can turn me, but she was unwilling to bring me to you."
Dan could hear Victoria hoarsely whisper "NO!" from the sidelines, but one look from Trevor was enough to silence her again.
"Victoria has had nothing to do with my presence," Dan continued, taking one step forward, into the light of the candles. "She wasn't aware that I was following her here. I come of my own free will in hopes that you'll grant me youth and immortality."
Trevor looked thoughtful for what seemed like an eternity to Dan, and then spoke again.
"As fate would have it, we recently lost one member of our family. There are normally 13 of us to a nest, but one of my younglings reached her millennium this year and became a master herself. At 1,000 years of age a vampire changes, you see, and becomes a master. So now there is a new family being formed somewhere. This is our way. And since we are now 12 instead of 13 . . . I am tempted to grant you your wish."
Despite another muffled protest from Victoria, which was quickly suppressed by the two females she'd been previously been engaged in foreplay with, Dan's confidence grew. He took another step toward Trevor.
"Tell me what it is I must do to become one of you, and I'll do it. Whatever it takes, this is what I want."
"Then come to me, little one. Come to me and get on your knees. You must do for me what Melissa just did. That is how it begins. You must take me in your mouth and throat, as deep as you can. You'll need my seed inside you for the process to just begin. There will be more, but that is the necessary first step."
Dan had never even touched another man's cock before, much less sucked one. And he'd never as much as seen one the size of Trevor's. But if that was what was necessary to get what he sought, he was determined to follow through. On legs that felt like rubber he walked over until he was directly in front of Trevor and dropped to his knees. He reached out tentatively and wrapped his fingers around the girth of Trevor's cock and brought the tip to his lips. He could smell the lingering scent of Melissa's perfume on Trevor's pubic hairs as he opened his mouth and began sucking on the bulbous head of the master vampire's huge prick.
"Take it in deep, little one. It must be deep inside for you to reap the full benefits of my seed. Take it all the way in, unless you want to change your mind. Remember though, that if you change your mind and decide to not join my family you will not leave this place alive. You will either join us or you will be our morning meal."
Dan didn't hesitate. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, letting Trevor's cock slide deep into his mouth until the tip reached the back of his throat, causing his gag reflex to kick in.
"Breathe deep through your nose and fight the reflex," he heard Trevor's voice above him. "You must take it even deeper."
With tears beginning to well up in his eyes, Dan leaned forward even further and felt Trevor's cock slide into his throat. With the urge to puke beginning to pass, Dan started the bobbing process that he hoped would bring about what he wanted. He felt Trevor stroking his head as he pulled back until the head of the huge cock was barely at the back of his throat and then quickly leaned in again, until his nose was nestled in Trevor's pubes.
Over and over again, moving a little faster with each bob of his head, he took the master vampire's sex tool deep into his throat until he felt Trevor hold his head tight and heard him grunt. Dan felt the splash of hot cum go down his throat and into his stomach. It was over in just a few minutes and then Trevor released his head and gently pushed him back until his mouth was empty again except for the lingering taste of cock and cum.
"It is begun," he heard Trevor say. He felt lightheaded and barely heard Trevor's next words. He certainly didn't hear them well enough to be able to fully comprehend all the meaning that they contained.
"Now my wives must take you and prepare you to take your place among them."
Trevor's use of the word "them" instead of "us" didn't sink in until sometime later. Victoria, with tears in her eyes, was obviously sad about the turn of events, but nevertheless joined several of Trevor's other wives as they led a weak and stumbling Dan Riley off into another room. There the red-haired Melissa opened a dresser drawer and began pulling items out of it while two other women went to a closet full of clothes. The remaining women, including Victoria, began taking Dan's clothes off of him.
"I wish you would have left well enough alone," she whispered to him with tears still in her eyes and sadness in her voice, "but what's done is done. Now we can only try to make the best of things. We have no choice now but to prepare you for the next step . . . a formal ceremony and then the final acts that will make you fully one of us."
Melissa returned from the dresser carrying a pair of white silk lace-trimmed panties, a matching corset and garter belt and silk stockings. The women who'd been going through the closet brought a pair of white high heels and a lacy formal antique wedding gown over.
"What . . . what's going on?" Dan asked, surprised at the feminine attire being brought over towards him by the female vampires who were attending to him. "Who are those things for?"
"They're for you, Dan!" Victoria answered. "This is why I didn't want you turned. I never told you the whole story because this isn't what I wanted for you. You see, it's impossible for a mortal WOMAN to be turned. Only mortal MEN can be turned, and when they're turned they not only become ageless and immortal, but they also become female. Every one of us," she gestured toward the other women, "were men at the time of our turning. The master's seed in our stomachs begins the process. There are other . . . acts to follow that complete the process, but it's already begun for you. See?"
She put her hand to Dan's chest and cupped a very small but firm mass of tissue, a budding little breast that had developed there in just the few minutes since he'd finished the blow-job he'd just given Trevor. With her other hand she reached down to his crotch and put her hand over his cock and balls which had shrunk to less than half their normal size.
"Within an hour your breasts will be fully developed and your male genitals will be gone, receded back into your body. Your waist will narrow and your hips will become fuller. Your voice will change and your facial features will soften. For all outward appearances you'll look like a woman, except you won't have a pussy. Not yet, anyway. You'll be neither male nor female. Your male genitals will be gone, but you'll have nothing female there to replace them. Not until your marriage to Trevor is fully consummated."
"Marriage? To Trevor? But . . . but I'm a MAN! I can't be married to Trevor!"
Victoria shook her head sadly.
"No, you're no longer a man. That part of you is already forever lost. The process is irreversible. Even if I were to somehow manage to plan an escape for you, you'd be a middle-aged mortal woman without a woman's sex organs. You'd be fated to spend the rest of your days being a sexless creature of the night. Just like us, you would no longer be able to survive long in sunlight, but unlike us you'd be mortal and would die of old age within a few decades. Really, it would be the worst of both worlds. No, the only real option for you now that you have Trevor's seed in you is to follow through the rest of the way. That way you'll become Trevor's twelfth wife, and fully female like the rest of us."
Dan put his own hand down to where his once-proud cock and balls had been and knew that Victoria was telling him the truth. His balls had shrunk to the size of a child's marbles, with his ball sack also shrinking to a size that just barely accommodated them, and his penis was no more than two inches long and as big around as his little finger. When he tried to speak again it was a woman's voice that came out of his mouth.
"Jeez, Victoria! I didn't realize . . . now I understand why you didn't want me turned!"
She smiled wanly at him as she helped the others get Dan into the corset.
"It'll be all right Dan. You and I will still be able to be together, except that our lovemaking, from now on, will have to be in a lesbian relationship. For both of us, our first obligation will always be to Trevor, although whenever he's with any of his other ten wives you'll always be my first choice for a lover. Now, let's get you into your wedding dress. Your husband-to-be is waiting for you."
With the panties, stockings and shoes on, the other women helped Dan into his dress. Two of the women sat him down and applied just a touch of lipstick and eye makeup while another applied perfume. A fourth wife applied a polish that matched his lipstick to fingernails that had already grown far longer than they'd been only minutes before while Victoria worked his rapidly growing hair into a more feminine style. When they were done with him Dan looked into the mirror and saw a very attractive middle-aged woman who looked like what he'd expect his sister would look like if he'd had one.
They led him back out to the other room where Trevor was waiting, along with the few wives who'd stayed behind while Dan was being prepared, at the end of a pathway through the room that had been marked with candles lighting the way on both sides. Trevor looked majestic, having changed from his red lounging pants into skin-tight black leather pants. His broad chest was still bare, but he now wore a long black cape covering his shoulders and back.
"Ah, Dan! You look lovely!" he exclaimed as his new bride was led to him. "The change suits you well! I'll wager that once you've fully regressed in age you'll be absolutely beautiful . . . perhaps the most beautiful of all my wives. Come! Take your place at my side, my lovely new bride!"
One of the wives had changed into a long flowing black gown with an attached hood that covered her head and her face from her nose on up. She was standing motionless beyond Trevor, both of them facing Dan as he was led up the aisle by Victoria. Dressed in the antique white wedding gown, he looked far more feminine than he truly felt, with his new rapidly growing breasts slightly overflowing the lace bodice of the gown.
The ceremony itself was short and fairly simple, but with an obvious formality that was required by some ancient custom that was required to be observed. Once Dan and Victoria were an arm's length from Trevor Victoria dropped to her knees while pulling lightly on Dan's hand to urge him to do the same. Once they were both kneeling before the master vampire, with their eyes respectfully staring down at the floor below, Victoria began the actual ceremony.
"Master, I bring you a gift . . . a mortal slave for you to decide between consumption of the blood or transformation of the body. I pray you'll choose the latter, and grant this slave the gifts of womanhood and eternal youth. I humbly beg that you take him to your bed to turn him into yet another bride for you and a sister for myself and my other sisters."
Trevor looked down on the two kneeling before him and then reached down to lift Dan's chin slightly so that he could look into Dan's eyes . . . the eyes that were part of a face that was now obviously that of a woman.
"I accept your gift, Victoria. I accept your gift and hear your plea for transformation. The needs of my loins outweigh my thirst for the blood. I will take the slave to be my wife. You shall have the sister you seek."
Trevor extended his hand to Dan, helping him to stand while Victoria stood, curtsied and slipped back into the darkness. Standing beside Trevor, Dan trembled slightly as the hooded female vampire chanted something in a language he'd never heard. Then she began reciting the vows.
"Trevor of Antioch, do you take this slave for transformation to womanhood? Do you promise to protect her as your wife and property?"
"I do," Trevor answered.
"Dan Riley, do you give yourself willingly to Trevor to become a woman and one of his wives? Do you promise to obey him as your lord and master, and offer your body to him to do with as he pleases? Do you promise to live within this family, loving your fellow wives as sisters?"
Dan hesitated slightly before answering, but knew that he no longer had any choice in the matter.
"I do," he replied.
"Then I declare that you are no longer Dan Riley. You are now to be called `Danielle' with no last name of your own, and henceforth will be treated by all as a woman. You are now the wife and property of Trevor. Your body is no longer your own. It's now the property of Trevor, to do with as he pleases. Go now, the both of you. Go off alone to consummate your union as husband and wife, and as master and slave."
Without another word, Trevor took Danielle into his arms and carried him off to another room . . . a room that was obviously Trevor's bedchamber. He carried his trembling new bride over to the greatly oversized bed, gently depositing the smaller mostly-feminized man on top of the bed's silk sheets.
"I . . . I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Danielle stammered.
Trevor put his finger to Danielle's lips.
"Hush! You don't have to do anything right now! I will do all that needs to be done during this second step. And you don't even have to say anything, as I can now hear your thoughts. Just relax, and imagine that you are a new bride on her wedding night, because that is exactly what you are this day."
He reached behind Danielle's back and began undoing the buttons at the back of the gown. Once it was unbuttoned and the top was pulled down to Danielle's waist he gently pushed his bride into a lying position on the bed, with her legs dangling over the edge, and pulled the gown off the rest of the way. Knowing from experience what Danielle was in store for, the women had dressed her with the garter straps from the corset running down through her panties so that the silk underpants could be removed without removing anything else, and remove them is exactly what Trevor now did.
Once her panties were off Danielle could see that what Victoria had told her would be was exactly what had happened. She no longer had a cock or balls at all, nor did she have a woman's pussy yet. There was now only a flat panel of flesh where either male or female genitals should have been, but neither were. Despite the lack of a vagina, Danielle accepted for the first time that she was no longer a "he", and was in fact far more woman than man.
She shivered, not from cold but from anticipation, as Trevor took off his cape and leather pants, dropping them into the pile he'd already formed with her wedding dress and panties. Now, with her ass right at the edge of the bed, he picked her legs up high and placed her ankles on each of his shoulders which, by virtue of the width of his massive body, spread her legs wide and exposed her tiny asshole to him, now only a foot or so away from the end of his huge cock.
"Oh, my GOD!" she thought to herself. "Is he going to try to ram that huge thing into me? It's too big! It'll never fit if he intends to fuck me!"
"Relax," he told her. "It will fit. The same act that has transformed you this far has also made you more adaptable in other ways."
He saw the surprised look on her face. He'd known exactly what she was thinking without her saying a word.
"You're surprised? As I just told you, I can now hear your thoughts since you're now my property. The bond between a vampire slave and her master sees to that. You can't keep secrets from me, which is how I knew of you as Victoria's mortal lover without her ever having to tell me about you. Her thoughts, and the thoughts of her sisters, are always open to me. Now it's time for you to take your next step towards joining them."
With that he took his right hand off of her left ankle, reached down and stroked his stiff cock twice, causing a large bead of precum to form at the opening in the head. Using his cock like a paintbrush he smeared the nearly clear liquid onto and around her rosebud before positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance.
"I'm not a cruel master like some. I'll be as gentle as possible, but this must be done."
He pushed slightly with his hips, pushing the head of his cock in just past her sphincter ring. Danielle realized that he was right about her becoming more adaptable as she stretched to easily accommodate his girth. Then he started rocking, pushing in a half inch or so deeper with each thrust of his hips until she was fully impaled on his thick rod of flesh. Then he started going faster and faster, driving in deep and hard with each quick thrust of his hips. Back when she'd lived as a male she'd never experimented with the gay lifestyle and was surprised by how her body was reacting to being fucked. She began moaning with desire and writhing on the bed as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. She soon found herself whimpering and begging him out loud to fuck her harder and faster.
Finally, with one mighty thrust he drove his cock far deeper into her bowels than any of his other thrusts had gone. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass in tight to his crotch. Then a warmth began to spread through her body as he exploded inside her, drenching her insides with his hot cum. He held tight to her hips as he softened, hardened again and fucked her a second time without ever pulling out. Vampires don't need sleep, but she'd been awake for more than 24 hours and wasn't yet fully a vampire, and so she dozed off after the second fucking. Over and over he fucked her . . . she thought at least a dozen times . . . without ever pulling out, but letting her drift off to sleep for brief naps between each fucking.
She realized that the dim daylight that was filtering in through a distant dirty window was growing dimmer, which meant that night was rapidly approaching again. That's when Trevor finally stopped pounding her ass. He pulled her fully up onto the bed and covered her with a sheet, telling her that she should rest now, and that he needed to feed before he could continue.
He left her, and she slept through the night. She awoke shortly before dawn and reached down to feel the sheets near her ass, fully expecting to find herself to be laying in a vast puddle of cum from all that he'd pumped into her the previous afternoon. Instead she discovered that the sheets were dry. Her body had somehow retained and absorbed every drop of his seed. She lay awake, thinking about the path she had chosen, not with regret but with more than a little bit of anxiety. Trevor walked into the room and smiled at her as he walked toward her.
"Well, good morning! I trust you enjoyed your last night of sleep as a mortal. Shall we see how we've progressed?"
Danielle could only stare at her new master as he removed the sheet that covered her half-naked body. He caressed her breasts through the cups of the corset and then ran his fingers down the satin front of the garment, down her belly and toward the uncovered area below. He paused ever so briefly at her pubic hair, brushing at it with his fingers, before moving his hand slightly lower. Danielle felt a jolt of sexual excitement run through her body as he touched something near where her cock had formerly been and then she felt first one finger, then two, slip inside her body. Trevor withdrew his fingers and brought them up toward his face. They were glistening with wetness as he brought them to his nose and sniffed them.
"Is that . . . is that . . . from me?" she asked.
He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean before answering.
"Indeed, it is. Sweet pussy juice from a sweet virgin pussy. You've completed the second stage of your transformation. You're now fully a woman. Not even the most skilled gynecologist would ever suspect that you were ever anything else. But you're still mortal. We'll take care of that little problem, along with the problem of your virginity, starting right now."
He slid into bed alongside her and rolled her over onto her belly. She was far too weak from both hunger and multiple orgasms the afternoon and evening before to either resist or to help. With deft fingers he undid the laces of her corset, which fit her much better now than when the other wives had strapped her into it, because her body had already reshaped itself with the full bosom and tighter waist of a woman. Turning her back over onto her back he unclipped the stockings from the corset and peeled them off her legs, discarding everything into a pile on the floor, leaving her naked and ready for her master to take her virginity.
He pushed her legs apart and lay between them, burying his face in the dripping gash in her body between her legs, working his tongue between the lips of her pussy and using it to tease the feminine clit that had once been a proud male cock. Clutching the sheets with her thin white hands at her sides, she writhed under the ministrations his tongue was giving to her twat and moaned.
"Please Master! Don't make me wait! FUCK ME! Take away my mortality and virginity! FUCK ME HARD! Fuck me like the slave I am and the whore I want to be for you!"
He was quick to oblige, sliding up her body until his large frame completely covered her small one, with his massive cock poised at the entryway of her newfound womanhood. With a grunt he pushed all the way into her with his massive cock rupturing the hymen that hadn't been there the day before, burying more than a foot of male flesh deep into her womb. She screamed, in part in pain but mostly in pleasure, as her internal organs shifted to accommodate the thick rod that now impaled her. He started thrusting, pumping in and out of her, for more than two hours, bringing her to climax 13 times, as required by the age-old ritual. At the height of her thirteenth climax he let himself release his seed, filling her with cum like no mortal man could ever fill a woman. Her body continued to shudder with the aftershocks of that last mighty orgasm for half an hour as he held her tight.
When she had finally stopped shaking he got out of bed and produced a black silk nightgown for her to wear and helped her get out of bed and put it on.
"Come!" he commanded. "Your sisters have a wedding present for you!"
She took his hand and let him lead her out of the bedchamber and into the outer room. There the other wives . . . her 11 new sisters . . . were congregated. Seven of them applauded her when she entered the room, looking, acting and even walking far differently than when she'd entered a day and a half before. Victoria and three others didn't applaud because their hands were busy. They were securely holding a man that Danielle recognized immediately from her previous life as Dan.
The man had made a six-figure income panhandling, posing as a homeless invalid, when in fact after a day of begging he had gone home each night to a luxury townhouse. After Dan had written an exposé about him the man had been arrested on fraud charges and had threatened revenge against "that nosy reporter" when he was sentenced to prison. Now, despite having served his time and been released, he was being held prisoner again, this time in the hands of four vampires who were blatantly showing their fangs and licking at his neck, threateningly.
"We found him breaking into your former apartment," Victoria announced, "and thought he'd be appropriate as the ritual-required wedding present for you."
Danielle smiled at the man as she crossed the room on legs weakened by hunger. As she approached she could actually hear the beating of his heart and see the tiny throbbing of the vein in his neck. An ancient instinct built into the makeup of her kind . . . the kind of creature she now was . . . kicked in. She felt her fangs extend downward, the sharp tips of those extended canines almost piercing her lower lip as they snapped into place.
"Hello Roger," she said to the man who was obviously frightened, and with good cause. "It was so nice of you to drop by for dinner!"
She moved in close enough for him to be able to smell her perfume and feel the pressure of her breasts through his clothes and the almost transparent nightgown she wore. She gave him every reason to believe that her intentions were to have sex with him as she gently kissed the side of his neck. And then she sank her fangs into him, puncturing the pulsing vein. He screamed as the blood began to spurt from the two open wounds and Danielle began to suck the life from him. She had him mostly drained, and at death's door when she pulled her bloodstained lips from his neck and looked to Trevor for guidance.
"Finish him," he declared. "This one is worthless except for his value as food."
She put her lips back to the two punctures and sucked again, not stopping until she heard Roger's heart stop. Nourished and reinvigorated, she knew she had finally completed her journey. She'd achieved the immortality she sought, and would soon be regaining her youth. But, even more, she had become female, something she hadn't sought, but she was now elated to be as she was.
Danielle and Victoria remained lovers . . . albeit lesbian lovers . . . and also hunting partners, many evenings picking up men for sex and then helping to rid the streets of the drunks, drug addicts and other individuals with no redeeming value. It wasn't uncommon for them to spend an evening at Paddy's, where Danielle took delight in seducing the old friends of Dan Riley, who had mysteriously gone missing months before, followed by a few hours of feeding off of the city's derelict citizens.
They also were often a team in Trevor's bed, with Danielle quickly developing an affinity for something that both Trevor and Victoria seemed to enjoy as much as she did. Although she loved it when Trevor would fuck her, her favorite activity in his bed was to lick the lips of Victoria's pussy and the shaft of Trevor's cock while it was sliding in and out of the cunt of Danielle's favorite sister-wife, lapping the pussy juices both directly from her cunt and from Trevor's cock.
She loved Trevor, and loved her other sister-wives as well, but none of them nearly as much as she loved Victoria. She had all the time in the world to wait, and it would only be another 377 years before Victoria would reach her millennium and become a master vampire, a transformation which would turn her into a MALE vampire as well. When Victoria made her change, Danielle planned to ask Trevor to release her from her bond to him so that she could become the first wife of the new master vampire, Victor.