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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

by KajiraGames
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Chapter 11 - Plaguebearer, Purchases and Prince.
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.
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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.
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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.
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