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Spanked Malkav	By : KajiraGames Category: +S through Z > Vampire the Masquerade Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

by KajiraGames
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Chapter 13 - Ghoul, Grout and God.
Roberta took the elevator to the fourth floor of the Skyline apartments, keen to see her new haven. It was certainly better than the dump she had in Santa Monica. But better than the furnishings or decoration was the girl who was waiting for her there.
It was Heather, the redhead with thick spectacles that she had saved at the hospital, by letting her drink vampire blood. Since Roberta had not drained Heather first, the latter had become a ghoul, not a vampire. She was still human, and enslaved to Roberta now that the blood had had time to work.
Heather gushed at Roberta's arrival. She begged to stay and promised to do anything Roberta wanted. She wasn't immune to her new mistress' Dementation aura, but in her enslaved state she couldn't possibly think in terms of herself spanking Roberta - that would be insolent. So the effect was reversed. "If I'm disobedient or you're unhappy with me in any way, you can even spank me", she said.
"Redhead requires Roberta to roast rump?" asked the vampiress, puzzled.
"Yes, if I'm not perfectly obedient. Or even if you just want to. I love you so much, I don't care if you hurt me." Heather was desperate to be accepted.
Roberta suppressed a grin at her eagerness and said "Haven homeowner hates horrible Heather". But she couldn't stand the heartbroken look on the redhead's face. Roberta hugged her and said "Joking, jesting, japing!"
"Really? You really like me, and I can stay? I know I'm just a nerd and not very pretty." Heather was low on self-confidence, and Roberta decided to redress this right away.
"Gentle girl is good graceful ghoul. Submissiveness supercedes surfaces, so stop saying slurs on self. Pathetic put-downs punished." Roberta pulled Heather towards the green pastel couch and took down her jeans. The slaveghoul felt a thrill that she was going to be spanked for putting herself down - it showed in a double way that she now belonged to Roberta: she could be punished any time, and she was not to say anything bad about her Mistress' property (i.e. herself).
Heather willingly stretched herself over Roberta's lap. The vampiress' nimble fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Then she felt a cool hand stroking her bare butt for a second, followed by the first slap.
Roberta decided to make her slave's first spanking a light one. Restraining her vampire strength, she made sure the warm cheeks over her lap were reddening but not bruising. Heather panted and gasped. The stinging was physical proof that this pale beauty with the strange speech now possessed her and cared for her. The pleasure outweighed the pain fifty-fold.
"Slavemistress says slim sub is superb and special. Nevermore negate this note, naughty nymph!" Roberta emphasized this instruction by finishing with three harder smacks.
"Ow! Ow! Ouch! I won't, I promise! I'll never say bad things about myself again." Tears of gratitude and adoration welled up in Heather's eyes as she was lifted up and stood in front of her Mistress, panties still down and revealing that she wasn't a natural readhead. Her bottom was burning hot, but she had never felt so happy.
Roberta considered both giving and taking a little blood with her slaveghoul, but decided to leave that and any further intimacies for another time - Heather looked ready to swoon already! The vampiress reached forward and pulled up the redhead's panties and jeans for her.
"Haven here is Heather's home. Stay, sweet submissive slavegirl." With some regret, Roberta kissed her goodbye and departed for Dr Grout's asylum to carry out the Prince's orders. Heather missed her immediately.
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Prince Lacroix's orders were to find Dr Grout, head of a mental institution and primogen of Roberta's own Malkavian clan. The institute was architecturally an old mansion owned by Grout, and as she explored, Roberta found dictaphone recordings that told his story.
A Malkavian vampiress apparently crazier than Roberta had been committed to the asylum, and had bitten and sired Dr Grout against his will. Grout had come to terms with his vampirism and was offered the post of primogen because he was more articulate than most Malkavs. His form of madness came in the form of voices, that warned him that Lacroix and other senior vampires were out to get him. Paranoia had made him stop turning up for vampire council meetings.
Roberta also found out that the most dangerous inmates had escaped in Grout's absence and were now knife-wielding obstacles to her search. The males were the most dangerous and had to be taken out with Roberta's fireaxe or her fangs. But with the women she could be more subtle.
One of Dr Grout's recordings said in his sophisticated voice: "Whatever mental disease has afflicted my female patients has increased their aggression but also raised their sensitivity exponentially. My attendants, before they were presumably killed in the mass escape, found that any one could be brought under control by taking a firm grip on one of their nipples. The pain thereof apparently overcomes their rage."
When Roberta encountered most of the women they were apparently oblivious to their surroundings, either weeping or laughing hysterically. To avoid their knife attacks, Roberta simply needed to sneak up behind them and grab one of their boobs. A hard nipple pinch and they would collapse to the ground screaming, and remain helpless till Roberta was well past them.
In a room adorned with mirrors, she encountered three women at once. Only one of them was facing Roberta and alerted. She attacked the vampiress immediately, slashing the air with her knife. But no madwoman could match vampiric speed. Roberta dodged, knocked her opponent to the floor and straddled her. Then she took a firm grip of both nipples and pinched hard. The inmate yelled blue murder and dropped her knife. Roberta left her rolling around on the floor clutching her offended breasts.
The last opponent before Grout's inner sanctum was a male. Roberta wondered whether he would have a similar sensitivity in HIS gender-specific organs. As the madman attacked, she aimed a swift vampiric kick between his legs. He yelled, but the yell turned into a maniacal laugh, and he stood with his legs apart as if inviting her to do the same again.
Obviously the madness didn't work the same way with men. This one at least seemed to have some kind of masochism. It was tempting to kick him a few times for the hell of it, but Roberta didn't have time. She leapt at him, wrapped her bare legs around his waist and started to feed. The madman continued laughing, apparently enjoying this too. But the laughter became weaker and stopped as Roberta drank the last of his blood.
Again Roberta had the unusual feeling of being the sanest person in the building. She moved on to the ornate double doors to Dr Grout's private suite.
Inside, Roberta found a woman in a glass case, frozen with arms outstretched and a look of ecstasy on her face. There had been references in Grout's dictated notes to his sick wife, and how he had taken steps to protect her when his paranoid voices warned of danger.
It seemed he had preserved her somehow. But the mystery was - what had Grout been doing to her at the moment of preservation to give her such an orgasmic expression? Mrs Grout had all her clothes on. Roberta wondered if Grout had invented a cryo-orgasmic ray, that simultaneously gave the subject a sexual climax then kept them in that ecstatic moment forever. She could think of worse fates.
Sadly, she couldn't ask Dr Grout if this was so (and whether she could have a go on it), because in the next room she found his remains. On the main bed was a shackled skeleton surrounded by dust and with a stake where its heart should be. Roberta sighed. The Prince would not be happy about this. But worse, it meant no orgasmic ray for Roberta.
She passed through the bedroom onto a mezzanine and was confronted by an older man in a brown dustcoat who shouted in a German accent. He cursed Grout and Lacroix as spawns of Satan and said that he, Grunfeld Bach, would cleanse them with fire in the name of the Lord. Indeed, Roberta could smell smoke.
Vampires, of course, are not immune to fire. Our heroine needed to escape quickly, but Bach was blocking her way. Did she have time to carry out her standard Dementation tactic, or would a spanking take too long? Bach was armed with a crossbow, so there wasn't much alternative, and presumably Bach himself wanted to escape before the flames engulfed the asylum.
"You are a vicked child off the Devil" ranted Grout as Roberta's power worked on him. "Ze holy book says 'spare ze rod and spoil ze child'. I shall obey ze varning off scripture." He pushed the vampiress so that she was bent over the mezzanine rails, and pulled down her brief red panties. "Scarlet undervear for a scarlet voman" he remarked. "You vill be punished as ze Lord commands."
Bach had no literal rod, but a very thick belt. He took it off but did not fold it - it had plenty of weight without folding, and he swung it full length so that the last few inches were travelling very fast when they contacted Roberta's bare bottom.
She yelled as the lash came down repeatedly, not only with pain but with fear. With her head over the rails she could see the flames spreading in the room below. She took a dozen strokes of the belt, but then decided her escape could not be delayed any more. She suddenly vaulted over the floor and landed in the room below, her panties still around the middle of her thighs.
There was no time to adjust them. A madman who had been set on fire but was still aggressive attacked her. As she ran for the door, it smacked her bare butt with a burning hand. She screamed and kept running, with Bach yelling behind her: "Unclean demonic thing - you vill be punished further. I vill find you."
Roberta had to dodge several burning madmen, all keen on giving her a roasted rump. But finally she crashed through a second floor window and escaped. Her butt hurt so much she was reluctant to pull up her panties over it, until her vampiric healing powers dealt with the burn and the welts of the strap.
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Open for new chapters. This is as far as I can go with spanking ideas. Maybe writers with other kinks can take over the plot.
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