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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

by KajiraGames
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Chapter 10 - Nines, Nookie and Naughtiness.
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 cock 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.
Roberta walked to the Last Round bar downtown. 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.
Nines 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.
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