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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

by KajiraGames
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Chapter 6 - Guard, Gimble and Ghost.
Back at her haven, Roberta received an email from Prince Lacroix, instructing her to retrieve a sample of werewolf's blood from the hospital. They were about to test it, and the Camarilla didn't want scientific evidence of such creatures as werewolves and vampires to exist.
The top floor was better secured than the medical centre's lower tier. Locks were tougher, and an armed security guard patrolled the corridors. Roberta got as far as hacking a computer to unlock doors in the controlled substances room. But when she tried to get to the room itself, the guard spotted her.
"Halt. This is a secured area. How did you..." The guard's voice trailed off as Roberta's 'please spank me' Dementation aura affected him. His mind switched from how she got there to what he wanted to do about it. "Trespassing is very naughty, young lady. It's my duty to punish you."
Roberta was used to this reception by now, and began figuring whether she could use the upcoming spanking to prevent the guard throwing her out immediately afterwards. The guard began giving her instructions in great detail.
"I want you to touch your toes while I drop that drooping mini-skirt of yours to the ground. Then I'll slowly slide your panties down to your ankles, baring your butt for the sound punishment you richly deserve. Come on, prepare yourself - and you can yell all you want, because this is going to sting your naughty little cheeks."
So many words! It was odd for a security guard to be so eloquent on the subject of spanking. He carefully and deliberately removed her clothing in the way he had described, as if savouring every moment. Roberta realised the truth - her mental powers had been unnecessary on THIS guard. He was already keen on the idea of spanking a young woman, and probably would have prescribed the same penalty even if she had been an ordinary girl.
Roberta's submission and obedience, with no protest at such unorthodox punishment, was a dream come true for the guard. He rested his hand firmly on her bare ass, then stroked it a little. Then came the first smack. It was just hard enough for Roberta to grit her teeth and close her eyes. "Misbehaving young girls get their bare bottoms smacked" said the guard (no doubt his favorite phrase) as he continued slapping his pale target.
The punished vampiress gave little moans, until the guard had satisfied himself. "Pull your panties up now. Your cute little behind had to be punished for your own good. I hope you've learnt your lesson."
Roberta responded wordlessly by hanging her head and nodding, then holding her arms out to him like a child asking for forgiveness. The guard couldn't resist hugging her - and then reality melted away. He could never remember what happened in the next five minutes, only that when he came to his senses the girl was gone and a sample was missing from the controlled-substances cabinet.
Our heroine had done what comes most naturally to a vampire. The cuddle was so easily turned into a feeding session, needle-like teeth penetrating the guards neck. She drank just enough to feel sated, leaving the guard in a swoon. Then the werewolf's blood could be swiped at her leisure.
The guard DID remember that he got to spank a pretty girl's butt just before his memory lapse. He got in big trouble for the missing blood sample, with threats of dismissal if it happened again. But he counted it well worthwhile.
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The following night, enquiries into the whereabouts of the bail bondsman's bounty-hunter, Carson, led Roberta to a basement unit whose sign said "Gimble's Prosthetics". Inside, she was met by a somewhat effete man who studied her carefully.
His gaze ranged all over her body, but it wasn't the usual sexual appraisal that an attractive young woman is used to. His examination was more clinical than that. Finally, he spoke. "My my, what lovely limbs you have! I'd just love to use you as a model for my work. Do you have time for a photo session?"
It would be a chance to look around the place, so Roberta nodded in agreement. "Excellent!" said Gimble. "Your skin is the whitest I've ever seen. And your sit-upon, if you'll excuse me, is very finely shaped. Wonderful!"
"Prosthetic posteriors produced?" asked Roberta, wondering at the relevance of his last remark. "Roberta's rump to represent replacement rears?"
"You'd be surprised what gets called for in my line of work. You do have a fascinating way of saying things, my dear. Just wait here a few minutes while I prepare my equipment." He hurried off, leaving Roberta in the waiting room. She soon got bored and followed him.
It was a complex place, and each room was more worrying than the last. She found tools that were suited partly to surgery and partly to butchery. Then a cell with a surgical table covered in blood. But there was no sign of Carson.
She came to a large room with another bench. Gimble's voice called out from somewhere hidden "Now now, I didn't say you could come down here yet. That perfectly-shaped tushie of yours needs a smacking."
Sighing with the predictability of this turn of events, Roberta bent over the surgical table and lifted her skirt. Her skimpy underwear left her behind mostly bare, waiting for the punishment that her Malkavian powers always called forth from people.
The first slap was the oddest one she had ever felt. It was a hard smack that hurt, but it was somehow very loose. And she thought Gimble must be a fellow vampire, so cold was the hand that smacked her. Two more spanks followed. Weird! So cold against her bare cheeks! And it felt like he had his wrist completely limp. Was he a stereotype gay? If so, it was surprising that her aura worked, or that he had admired her butt so much.
After a few more strokes, she looked back over her shoulder - and freaked out completely. Gimble was spanking her with a severed limb! Holding it by a handle protruding from the upper arm, he was making a dead hand smack her behind.
She leapt up, grossed out beyond belief. For the first time the bestial side of her vampire nature urged her to kill. She had been carrying a baseball bat for some time, knowing she would need protection sooner or later. Now she lashed out with it.
Gimble fought back with the severed arm. "No you don't! Bad girl! Your parts are going to make a lot of people happy. As soon as I sell them. But I'll keep the best bits for myself." Even in the middle of the battle, he was trying to spank her with his white-gloved left hand. This didn't make for good combat tactics, so Roberta's mental power helped her in this, her first serious fight.
Gimble's insanity gave him strength, but not enough to match a vampire's in the long run. Roberta clubbed him into the ground. "Crazy carver craves killing. Pulverize prosthetic-producing psychopath" she said as she delivered the final blows.
She found Carson in a cell, missing only some minor parts, and released him. Then she reported back to Arthur, the bail bondsman who employed him. Both men were so grateful, they restrained the puzzling urge they felt to put her over their knees - fortunately for them. Roberta was in no mood for another spanking so soon after getting the grossest one of her unlife - so far.
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The Ocean House Hotel was a daunting place. If it wasn't an essential step towards the quest that the Prince had given her, Roberta would never have gone there. Right from the start, chandeliers tried to drop on her and lightbulbs exploded as she passed, as if the whole building hated her.
In the basement she saw the apparition of a woman running and gasping in terror. A trail of clues led her to more and more parts of the hotel. But each time she bent over to retrieve a key or examine a paper, some object would fly across the room and hit her in the ass, making her yelp.
In a kitchen, dozens of utensils came flying towards her backside as she tried to find a way out. It was getting very annoying - even poltergeists were affected by her 'spank-me' mental aura. But usually, Roberta had been free to achieve her objectives once people she met had their way and gave her butt a good walloping.
So she decided to let the ghost do what it wanted. In a corner of the kitchen, she bent over and let the saucepans and plates hit her behind. It hurt severely. "Ow! Ow! Poltergeist's punishment, pelting pots and pans at posterior, produces prolific pain! Yeow!"
But it worked. The poltergeist was appeased after a while, and threw a large pot at the exit door, breaking it down for her. Roberta's bottom was covered in bruises, but these began to fade immediately as her vampire flesh always recovered quickly.
After crawling through a vent and almost being squashed by a plummeting elevator, Roberta at last found herself on one of the residential floors. She began searching for the ghost's personal item that would, according to Therese, help to exorcize it.
Suddenly, Roberta felt a tugging on her skirt that held her back. Her clothing was in an invisible but iron grip that stopped her advancing. She struggled out of the mini-skirt, and was able to move a few more steps. But then her top was grasped in the same way, and she had to shed that too.
By the time she reached a hole in the floor and prepared to jump over it, she was down to her panties only. She ran and leapt over the gap in the floorboards, breasts bouncing with the effort. But in mid flight, her thong underwear was grabbed by the same invisible hand. Her jump sent her flying out of the stringy garment and she landed with a tumble on the other side, quite naked.
The poltergeist had become angry again. As she ran down the corridors more objects flew after her, hitting her bare back, thighs and buttocks. A light bulb exploded in front of her, hurting both her breasts, especially her left nipple. She screamed. A door to one of the rooms was smashed into the corridor, and a splinter of it flew upwards hitting her right between her legs.
She ducked into a room at the end and collapsed nude to the floor, holding her pussy in agony and rubbing her sore boobs. "Oooh! Naked neonate needs to nurse nicked nipple", she moaned. "Tortured twat terribly tender."
Only when the hurting of her privates subsided did she realise the room was filled with light as if new, whereas most of the hotel was old and burnt out. A necklace sparkled on the table. Roberta got up and stepped towards it, covering her bare breasts and vagina timidly, fearing any further hurt in those tender areas.
As soon as she picked up the necklace and put it on, the room became burnt out like the rest and the hotel was suddenly quiet. The exposed vampiress tiptoed out of the room wearing nothing but the necklace, still covering her female parts apprehensively. She wanted to leave the hotel, and fast, but that would mean returning to town in the nude. Vampires of the Masquerade are not supposed to draw attention to themselves, and that certainly would!
Luckily, all supernatural activity had ceased. Retracing her steps, she found her panties and gradually redressed as she recovered the rest of her clothes. Then at last, she could return via the sewers to Santa Monica, and to the Asylum nightclub.
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