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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines

by KajiraGames
SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Chapter 7 - Sappho, Stupidity and Slashing.
On returning to the floor above the Asylum, Roberta was not greeted by Therese as she expected, but by Jeanette. She was standing in the bedroom half of the room, with its heart-shaped bed and heart-shaped dressing mirror. This half definitely suited Jeanette, whereas the office half of the room was very 'Therese'. So where did Therese sleep during the day?
Not that Roberta was complaining at all! She had wanted to see Jeanette again, ever since Jeanette had zapped Roberta with a Dementation superior to her own, which filled her mind with lesbian lust for the naughty twin. As at their first meeting, the two vampiresses began flirting with each other. "Do I pogo-stick through your thoughts wearing nothing but a smile?" asked Jeanette coquettishly.
Roberta wanted to know what she did in Jeanette's fantasies. Her reply was "What all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies."
Our heroine was even more turned-on, and wanted to make this real as soon as possible. But in the back of her mind, she thought some of these phrases were a little off, though not as mad as her own speech. Jeanette could also make a person overcome with erotic fantasies, as Roberta could (though hers were always the spanking kind). Everything suggested that Jeanette might be a fellow Malkavian, the insane clan of vampires. But she wasn't THAT crazy. Was she?
Jeanette slipped out of her clothes. She did it so quickly it was as though the clothes were teleported onto the floor, and the blonde twin stood instantly naked. "Come join me, baby girl" she purred, and taking charge, she set about removing Roberta's top and skirt. Roberta put up no resistance whatsoever.
As Jeanette pulled down Roberta's panties and made her step out of them, she said winsomely "I've so looked forward to this, my little tongue-tied beauty. And I can tell you have, too! As I recall, when we first met, you tried to make me spank you. I said I'd do it when it suits me. And now is the time. So get over my lap, sugar."
This wasn't what Roberta had in mind with Jeanette. "Preternatural power pushes people to prefer punishing posterior. Ditsy dame doesn't DESIRE derriere-dusting."
"Oh yes you do! You can't hide your erotic fantasies from me, duckling. You wanted to be spanked as a human, and deep down, you still do. Come on, if you want to cuddle up to me, do as I say."
Jeanette was sitting on the pink bed, and Roberta stretched herself nude over the waiting lap. The twin stroked her behind, making her shiver. She expected the first smack to come next, but what she felt instead was Jeanette's thin fingers burrowing down between her thighs to reach her pussy. The tips of fingernails gently stimulated her vulva, and she began gasping.
Just as the pleasure built up towards climax, the fingers were withdrawn and a hard smack landed on her bottom. Roberta's mouth opened in surprise - it hurt a lot, as a spanking from another vampire always did. But the state of pleasure she was in seemed to absorb the pain. More spanking followed, and the stinging blended with the ecstatic feelings from her mound.
With a giggle, Jeanette returned to stroking the brunette's pussy, again denying her an orgasm but going back to spanking when that seemed imminent. It drove Roberta mad with frustrated longing, as Jeanette kept alternating between pain and pleasure. "How much do you want me now, sweetie?" asked the blonde.
"Desperate desire drives damsel dotty. Voraciously vanquish me, voluptuous vampire vixen! I serve sillier sister as slave slut."
"Good, that's the state I want all my lovers to be in, whether they're boys or girls." Jeanette lifted Roberta up and rolled her onto the bed. Their bare bodies pressed together and they began kissing, writhing, caressing breasts, making each other squeal by roughly pinching nipples or labia. "Time for you to give me your lips and tongue, my mad little servant" demanded Jeanette after a while. "Then I'll give you mine."
When Roberta had licked the blonde to a panting, squeaking frenzy, Jeanette grabbed her ankles and pulled them upwards. Then, with a flash of fangs she descended between Roberta's upraised legs. Under the ministrations of Jeanette's expert tongue, it didn't take our heroine long to reach the shattering climax she had been begging for since the spanking began. The involuntary trembling of her pelvis made the bed shake, and her shrieks could be heard above the loud music in the club downstairs.
"Well?" asked Jeanette. "Give me one of your alliterative verses to tell me how good a lover I am." Roberta tried to speak, but only inarticulate sounds came out. Her adoring eyes spoke volumes, however.
Jeanette laughed. "As good as that? Then now's the time to ask you a favour. Just nod your head if you'll do anything I tell you to". Roberta's head went up and down vigorously.
It was a very odd mission - the blonde wanted Roberta to get into an art gallery at night and slash all the paintings. She thought this a little childish. Wouldn't vandalism be a petty thing for a vampire to stoop to? There must be something more to this than met the eye. But Jeanette was Jeanette, and Roberta would do anything for another night with her. So, armed with the knife the twin had provided, she set off for the Gallery Noir.
There was a convenient alley leading to a back entrance, but a very tubby guard (aptly named Chunk) blocked her way. He told her to leave... "or I'll be forced to radio this in."
Roberta had developed a standard tactic for guards - use her Dementation which always made them give her a spanking; then either they would let her do what she wanted or she would partially feed from them and leave them dazed. But did she want to be spanked by this fat guy? And she probably couldn't drink enough of the blood in his large body to weaken him sufficiently.
"Entering this private alley is a code 902", Chunk continued. "I'm afraid that makes you an offender, Miss, and I'm authorized to deal with the situation." Dementation was doing its work. "I could have you jailed, but I've found that young women prefer to pay a more direct penalty, to me personally. I guess it's the uniform. You'd be surprised how often the girls say 'Can't I pay for my naughty behaviour in some other way, Officer, sir'? "
Then Roberta remembered the medical orderly at the blood bank, a weak-minded twerp. Chunk seemed even dumber, so she used the same tactic on him - a good strong blast of the active form of her 'spank-me' Dementation. It sent him into a fantasy. As he reeled in a daze he narrated what he was experiencing inside his head.
"You want me to punish you personally, on the spot? All right, Miss. I'll sit on the car park rails here. Now come and lay yourself across my lap. That's it. Don't worry, you won't fall off. My thighs make a broad platform, I know that. It's because I developed my leg muscles playing football. Well, to be honest, fantasy football."
Roberta thought this was amusingly ironic, since he was about to deliver a fantasy spanking. In reality she was leaning against the gallery wall, waiting for it to play out. Chunk was also oblivious to the fact that his belly was so large, there was really no room for a girl to go over his lap.
"Trespassing is a serious offence, so I'm going to have to spank your butt bare. It's no good protesting, you've been a bad girl and that's that. So I'll just lift this little skirt of yours. Jeez, there's hardly any material in your panties. I could smack both naked cheeks without taking them down. But bare is bare, and I have to stick to the letter of the law. Even if it's only Chunk's Law - 'How to deal with female offenders'. It requires me to pull your underwear down exactly to the level of your knees - no higher and no lower.
"Now this is going to hurt your bare buns, little Miss. You'll probably cry, but you have to remember you did the wrong thing and must pay for it. Here it comes... And another... And another... Try not to yell so loud, people on the street will come and watch. I don't care if they do, but it'll be more embarrassing for you. I hope these hard smacks will teach you not to trespass. Your ass is getting redder and redder.
"I kinda feel sorry for you, seeing your tears and hearing you sob and plead, but it's my sworn duty to guard the premises. Just a few more smacks... There, it's over, you can stop crying now. Stand up. Yes I know it hurt - it was meant to. Now remember, going where you shouldn't be, means a painful bare-bottom spanking. At least, it does if Officer Chunk is on guard. Whoa! You should have pulled your panties up before turning around - you're showing me your girl-parts. I guess I'll be a gentleman and hide my eyes."
Roberta, who was of course fully dressed and giggling through the whole episode, skipped off towards the gallery's back door while Chunk put his face in his hands. "Have you adjusted your undies yet?" he asked.
Roberta called back from half way up the alley - "Panties placed properly, portly patrolman. Still struggling to straighten skirt."
"Okay, I'll keep my eyes shut a bit longer" he replied as she began to pick the lock.
The special event at the Gallery Noir featured a set of paintings which told the story of Caine, the father of all vampires. Roberta wondered why Jeanette wanted them all destroyed. She dwelled on the one in which Caine meets Lilith, who taught him the magical and mystical side of vampirism.
The couple stood naked, not in a sexual pose but in a way that indicated simple companionship. Roberta had had sexy times with men and women, but never a close companion like this. She felt a twinge of jealousy and slashed the painting with the knife Jeanette had provided.
But the picture healed itself! She found that she had to slash them in chronological order, according to Caine's story in the Book of Nod. The last one depicted Caine spurning Lilith and going out alone. His grandchildren (in the vampiric sense) would be the progenitors of the thirteen clans.
As soon as that last picture was slashed, beams shot forth from the paintings and coalesced in the centre of the gallery. A human-shaped creature, apparently made entirely of blood appeared. "Defiler! Desecrator! Thou hast committed sacrilege against the images of the Father of Vampires" it said in a strange distorted voice.
Roberta was terrified, and pleaded ignorance. "New neonate's knowledge neglects the notes of Nod! No insult intended, incensed incubus!" She even tried the Nuremberg defence: "Obeying orders only. Overlook offence once, ominous objector!"
"Thou art untaught, and hast been deceived?" queried the blood creature. "Then I will not slay thee. But thou must suffer punishment. Bend!"
Roberta bent over, relieved that she would get away with only another spanking for this transgression. But then she screamed at the top of her voice - even through her skirt, the blow that the creature's hand inflicted on her behind was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. She leapt up and clutched her cheeks, desperately willing the pain to subside.
"Bend, and accept thy punishment, or I will sever thy head and turn thee to dust" demanded the blood-man. Roberta burst into tears and, trembling, bent over again. Another agonizing whack from her tormentor's unearthly hand hit her bottom. She rolled on the floor, holding her hurt butt and screaming.
The incubus reached down and pulled her skirt from her, then her panties. The idea of getting another smack, on her bare behind this time, was intolerable. Roberta realised she would have to fight for her life after all.
Bare from the waist down, she brandished the knife and slashed at the blood creature. It did some damage, and the creature groaned. It moved slowly and the half-naked vampiress was able to jump in, slash her enemy, then jump back out of its reach again.
At one point, the blood-man aimed a low blow towards Roberta's bare pussy. Luckily, she dodged, otherwise she would have been paralyzed with agony. Using her superior speed, she eventually prevailed. The creature collapsed into a pool of blood on the gallery floor.
Recovering her clothes, Roberta thought she had a bone to pick with Jeanette. Okay, she had been given her best orgasm ever, but also the most painful punishment. Was it worthwhile? With her butt still hurting like hell, she thought 'NO!'
But by the time she was travelling in the Asylum elevator, her vampiric recovery speed had done its job and the pain had eased off. So maybe she wouldn't alienate Jeanette after all. The memory of the twin's tongue on her clitty outweighed the recollection of a blazing backside.
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