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Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames
Chapter 8 - Therese, Thugs and Tung.
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT!
Once again, Roberta was confronted with the twin she didn't expect to see, in the room above the Asylum nightclub. Therese was waiting there, absolutely furious. "That gallery showing was MY event! Jeanette sent you to wreck it out of spite. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
Roberta gave her the necklace from the hotel that she wanted, to try to appease her. She also told how she had been severely punished by the blood guardian for slashing the paintings. "Homonculus' hateful hand hurt heinie horrendously!"
"Good!" snorted Therese. "If I wasn't too busy I'd give you another whipping. But Jeanette has run away, because I threatened to set fire to her satin sheets. Go and tell her I didn't mean it. She's at the Sunrise Diner."
The diner was just across the road from the Asylum. When Roberta walked in, a group of young gangbangers saw her and reached for their guns. It was an ambush! But they were only humans, and Roberta had her usual weapon for this situation.
She ran up close to them to be sure that all were caught in her Dementation aura. It's hypnotic effect, saying 'spank me', made them confused as to their intent. "Er, the blonde at the Asylum said we have to get you, girl", said the leader. He frowned in puzzlement. "We were supposed to... was it kill you? Or was it just teach you a lesson?"
"Blonde babe buys bangers to belt brunette's behind?" suggested Roberta, to push their thinking in the way she wanted.
"Er, yeah. That's it. I think. We have to spank your ass."
One of the gang was a little more clear-headed than the rest. "Hey boss" he said, "I don't think that was it. Didn't she want us to waste the bitch?"
Roberta turned to him and made it clear that he too would be able to spank her, knowing the desire was already implanted by her mental power. "All attackers access ample ass. Triggermen take turns tanning tush."
This convinced the dissenter. "Okay, you dizzy dame. You're gonna have to get your butt whaled-on by all of us. Me first."
The gang sat down on the diner seats, and Roberta was draped over a series of laps. The spankings weren't hard but the whole process took some time. Each guy was a little more daring than the last. The second one flipped up her skirt for the spanking, the third took down her panties.
The leader was last. As he took her by the hand and drew her towards himself, still with her underwear round her knees, he took his time looking at her revealed pussy. Then she was over his lap and getting the last set of slaps to her naked bottom.
Part way through, the leader put his hand between her thighs and onto her vulva. He wasn't masturbating her as Jeanette had done. It was a touch that just said "I've got a chance to grab your pussy, so I'm taking it." Roberta felt vulnerable, and was conscious of the stretched waistband of her panties around her shins. All of her pelvic region was bare and under this man's control.
After a dozen more smacks, she was able to rise and cover herself. The gang had enjoyed themselves, and still thought they had obeyed their employer's instructions. Just then the phone in the diner rang. Roberta answered it.
"Therese has gone crazy" yelled Jeanette's voice desperately. "She tried to have you killed and she's threatening to shoot me. I'm trapped in the bathroom. Please help!" Roberta hung up and ran back towards the nightclub.
When Roberta burst in, it looked at first as though Therese was pointing a gun at the bathroom, which presumably contained Jeanette as she had said on the phone. But then "Therese" turned her head. Her left half had one of Jeanette's ponytails and her eye make-up. Roberta now knew why she had only seen one twin at a time, and why there was only one bed.
The schizophrenic Therese/Jeanette entity, whom Roberta immediately christened 'Tourette', proceeded to have a bitter argument with herself. Slowly, the rest of the twins' story came out. Therese had already told Roberta of her jealousy over Jeanette's daily spankings from their father, whereas Therese (the good girl) received no intimate contact from him - no hugs, nothing. The family picture on the wall showed that there had once been two real girls.
The last thing Therese had said was "One day I couldn't take it any more". Now, the Jeanette half of Tourette spilled the beans. "She picked up Father's shotgun and blew his brains out." Roberta made the logical deduction - Therese had killed the real Jeanette as well.
"All he had to do was TOUCH ME!" raved Therese. "I wouldn't have cared how much a spanking hurt. I wanted him to whip my butt raw with his belt, make me scream. Anything rather than ignore me."
"You murdered him, and you call yourself the GOOD girl?" replied the Jeanette personality, unaware that her real self had also been killed. "I hope you choke with your jealousy." She took on a purring, bragging tone, goading her Therese half. "It was so sensual, so intimate, being over Daddy's lap, bare bottom, feeling his hand on me. And he always cuddled me when he thought I'd learned my lesson."
'Therese' screamed with rage. "You perverted, incestuous bitch. No wonder you have the morals of an alley cat." Tourette's right hand slapped the left side of her face.
"You HIT me, you cold sexless witch. Take this!" The left hand grabbed the right breast and squeezed cruelly. The right hand retaliated, inserting itself into Tourette's business suit and pinching the left nipple as hard as possible. The personalities' shared mouth screamed.
Roberta stood there as Tourette continued hurting herself, screaming and cursing. Earlier, she had doubted that the twins were Malkavian vampires like herself, since their speech pattern wasn't as mad as her own. But now she thought herself relatively sane. Was Therese made a vampire before the murders, or did her cracked mind attract a Malkavian sire afterwards? Perhaps becoming a Malkavian vampire was what made her 'resurrect' Jeanette in her mind, becoming her for half the time. Roberta would never know.
But then she realised she had a stake in this contest. 'Therese' was as cold as an iceberg, whereas 'Jeanette' was a superb bisexual lover who had given her the hottest orgasms ever. Roberta took the latter's side in the argument. "Therese torments twin terribly, jabs Jeanette due to jarring jealousy. Sexy sister suffers scorn of spectacled sibling."
"That's right" said the Jeanette half, ripping the suit jacket so she could better torture 'Therese's right breast. She dug her fingernails into the aureole. The dual personality screamed again and her right hand raised the gun. Roberta called out desperately to 'Jeanette', "Look out, lesbian lover. Grab gun, gorgeous gay girl." Both hands fought over the pistol, and it went off.
A single shot wasn't enough to kill a vampire like Tourette. But in her addled mind 'Therese' was now dead, and 'Jeanette' took over completely. "Oww, that bitch really hurt my tit" she said, stroking her left nipple.
"Bare that bodacious bruised boob, bi beauty" urged Roberta sympathetically. "Slave slut soothes sore spot." She helped the blonde remove the jacket and her dishevelled bra, and set to work kissing and licking the left breast.
Jeanette (for this is who she was now) moaned and said "The other one hurts too - I don't know why." Roberta comforted the right boob similarly, until Jeanette seemed calm and relaxed. Then she remembered why she had gotten involved with the twins in the first place.
"Tell tit-licker trouble towards Tung is terminated?" She needed information from Bertram Tung, who had gone into hiding under threat from the "twins".
"Of course. It was Therese that was at war with that Nosferatu. Now she's dead. And I can't even see her ashes on the floor. Oh well!" chirped Jeanette. "I'll get word to Tung and say he's okay with the Asylum now, provided he helps my favourite fledgling." She kissed Roberta's lips. "Good luck, darling! Be back soon, I'm going to be lonely here all by myself." She licked her lips and winked in a way that promised further pleasures.
"Roberta returns, ready to repeat recent raunchy romp. Ta-ta, triumphant twin." She skipped out of the nightclub, without giving the demised personality called Therese another thought.
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Bertram Tung's feud with the Asylum 'sisters' was finally over, and Roberta could go and see him in the old rusted water tank that was his home. Tung was a Nosferatu, a clan of vampires always hideously ugly.
Roberta was very apprehensive. Firstly, her Dementation aura that made people want to spank her was certain to work on him. Secondly, she was asking a favor from him - the location of the Sabbat warehouse she had been ordered to blow up. It was a formula for a definite spanking from a deformed and monstrous creature, that she would rather avoid.
Bertram looked somewhat like the Elephant Man, but could have been worse. The conversation went exactly as Roberta feared: "Sure, I'll tell ya what ya wanna know. But ya gotta let me smack that cute butt of yours. With ya knickers down."
Roberta begged. "Male monster musn't mandate belting babe's bare buttocks. Forego flaggelating female fiend. Negate nasty negotiation, nice Nosferatu" she simpered.
"You're one crazy broad!" said Tung. "But just sane enough that ya don't want my wrinkled and wart-infested hand on yer smooth skin, right? Well, we can take care of that."
To one side of the round rusted tank was a metal box that he unclasped and opened. He began rummaging around saying "I've got a few toys in here". He turned around holding a riding crop, with a loop of black leather at its tip. "Ya prefer this?"
The crop looked frightening, but the Nosferatu's hands looked worse. The crop would hurt more but it would be less gross. Biting her lip, Roberta nodded. "OK, prepare yourself, honeybunch" said Tung eagerly.
Roberta pushed her skirt and panties down to her ankles quickly, to make sure Tung didn't do it for her. She didn't want to feel those hands touching her hips and thighs as they pulled down her underwear. "Grab your ankles" said the monster, and Roberta obeyed.
He smacked her with the leather tip, causing intense pain in a very small spot. It was possible to aim very accurately with the crop, and Tung began covering her nude cheeks with evenly spaced red spots. Roberta made every possible sound as she absorbed the horrible stinging: "Ow! Aaah! Yeow! Ouch! Aww!" mixed in with gasps, sobs, hisses and grinding teeth.
Then Tung aimed at the lower, inner corner of her left buttock, the closest spot to her pussy. It was the most tender part of her bottom, and Roberta screamed and leapt up, desperately trying to rub the hurt away. "Mercy, monstrous master! Curtail cropping close to cunt."
"Such language from such a sweet girl!" laughed Bertram. "But ya gotta get the same thing on the other cheek, for the sake of balance." Tears filled Roberta's eyes and she shook her head desperately. Relenting a little, Tung said "Come on, we'll make it the last one."
Trembling, Roberta bent over again. Tung aimed for the lower left corner of her right cheek and whacked her as hard as he could. The homeless guys in the street nearby turned their heads at the scream she produced. Crying freely, she leapt about like a kangaroo, panties around her ankles, massaging her hurt bottom.
Roberta headed for the warehouse, having paid a high price for its location. It was guarded by human gangsters that the evil Sabbat vampires had hired. She used vampire stealth to slip past most of them. A ladder near an old railway steam engine looked like a good infiltration point, but there was a gangster too close to it.
She zapped him with her Dementation power, which she knew would send him into a fantasy of spanking her. With the weak-minded, she didn't need to suffer the real thing. Without waiting, she began climbing the ladder. The gangster looked upwards, peering up her loose miniskirt as she climbed. In his mind, he was giving the bare cheeks that were on show a good smacking.
Crossing the warehouse rafters, she reached the central office - the best place to plant the explosives. There were several guards in the office area and she didn't have the blood-supplied energy left to 'Dement' them all. Roberta drew her knife. She slit one throat silently from behind, fought the next guy front on and fed on the third, draining his blood completely and recovering her strength.
When she was alone, our heroine armed the Astrolite charges, set the timer for three minutes and RAN!
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