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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 9. Bomb, Beckett, Babe and Bangers.
After setting the bomb's timer. Roberta had three minutes to leave the Sabbat's warehouse/railway compound. She ran downstairs towards a back door. It burst open as she approached, and a vampire attacked her. It lashed out viciously, but Roberta responded in kind, knocking it down.
Knowing she had limited time, the vampiress didn't stop to finish her enemy off, but kept running. She dodged another Sabbat vampire and knocked down a third, running up metal steps and jumping onto a boxcar. Now she only needed to follow the railway line to get back to the platform where she had entered.
As she ran up a plank to the old railway station, the Astrolite went off behind her, blowing the warehouse to smithereens. Not even vampires could survive the conflagration, so Roberta was not pursued.
Or was she? A white wolf ran along the roof of a boxcar and leapt down near her. She had glimpsed the wolf before, at Santa Monica beach for example. Then the wolf morphed into a tall man in a long brown coat, red eyes, tinted glasses and obvious fangs.
"Warning! Werewolf!" screamed Roberta and backed away. But the man introduced himself as Beckett, a vampire of clan Gangrel, which had some shapeshifting and animalistic powers.
Beckett asked her if she had blown up the warehouse and laughed at her denial. "Well I wouldn't want to be the 'real saboteur'. The Sabbat will be hunting her, for sure." He looked genuinely concerned for Roberta's safety, and she wondered how long he had been watching over her.
"You have a strange form of Dementation, young Malkavian. If I weren't so much older than you, I would give in to its influence, and put you over my knee. You deserve it, considering the trouble you're getting yourself into. But I am ancient, and beyond your mental powers."
To her surprise, Roberta felt disappointed. His smooth voice soothed her and his eyes, although strangely coloured, seemed benevolent. The implication that he might spank her to keep her out of trouble, apply some 'tough love' truly for her own good, made Roberta feel warm and a little turned-on. For the first time since her ill-fated sire, she had met someone whose lap she wanted to be across, whose hand she wanted to feel punishing her.
She told Beckett all that had befallen her, the whole chain of events since Prince Lacroix had let her live in exchange for carrying out his tasks. Beckett shook his head in disbelief and exasperation at the mention of Lacroix's name. "Well there's nothing a newborn fledgling can do when in the grip of the imperious leaders of the Camarilla. But you've gone about things in a silly and dangerous way, childe. You must be more careful!"
"Teach me a lesson, Beckett", she asked, and then realised with a start that she wasn't talking mad Malkavian gobbledegook in his presence.
"You mean that in two ways, don't you, young one? I can see that your Dementation power comes from your desires. Indeed, I have much to teach you. But first, as you wish, I shall punish you for your recklessness." He gently lifted her, and carried her across the platform to a bench, sat her on his knee momentarily but then flipped her over into the traditional spanking position.
He didn't smack her hard. It was just enough for a symbolic punishment. He wasn't merely patting her bottom - it was a real spanking, but barely hard enough to hurt. "Your new life can be eternal, and it is therefore precious, little vampiress. You must not risk it unnecessarily."
Roberta didn't answer - she had her eyes closed and was almost in a pleasant trance. So Beckett flipped up her skirt and spanked her two cheeks, bared by her thong panties, a little harder. "Do you hear me?" he asked in a firmer tone of voice.
"Yes, Beckett, I'll try." She was conscious that he was using only a fraction of his strength and could seriously hurt her bottom if he wanted to, but he was spanking her because she wanted and needed it. His benevolence made her want to be completely submissive to him.
"Then keep yourself safe, childe. I don't want to see your unlife snuffed out. You have great promise. Do you understand?" He finished with two harder slaps, one on each cheek, which made her yell "Ow! Ow! Yes sir, I'll be careful." Then he lifted her and turned her over again, seating her on his lap with his left arm around her shoulders.
Beckett was a historian, and told her much about vampire lore and politics as she leaned her head against his chest and listened. Then he gave her a platonic kiss on the forehead and sent her off, telling her it was safest to report to the Prince as he had ordered.
Back at Santa Monica, Roberta felt happier than she had for a long while. But also hungry. It was time to feed.
Where was a hungry vampiress to get a quick meal around Santa Monica? She could probably seduce one of the Goth girls at the Asylum nightclub, but it would take time and Roberta was famished.
As she crossed the street a 'working girl', attractive for a streetwalker, said "Hi honey. Looking for a date?"
"Perorate price pertaining to prostitution" asked Roberta.
"Er, what? How much? Well I don't get to do women often, especially ones as cute as you. How about forty bucks?" Roberta had been paid cash for many of the quests she had done. She could afford this easily, so she agreed. The whore wanted to go down a dark alley to 'do it'. What could be better for vampiric fast food?
In the lane beside the Asylum, the streetwalker said "Okay sugar, want your boobies pleasured or should I go straight down? But something tells me you like it kinky. You want mama to put you over her knee and spank you, right?"
Not this time, thought Roberta. She was in a hurry. "Come cuddle customer, callgirl" she answered.
"Okay, but no kissing on the lips". It was the last thing she remembered saying until she came to her senses much later. She didn't remember the sharp fangs entering her neck or the vampiress' bare thighs wrapped around her. Roberta drank greedily but left the whore enough blood to survive.
Just as she finished, a man came down the alley. It was vital he didn't see what was really going on, otherwise it would be a violation of the Masquerade, the vampire law of secrecy. Roberta didn't know what the punishment was for a first offence in that regard, but she didn't want to find out. So what would an obvious ho and another girl be doing in an alley?
Roberta pushed the dazed and insensible streetwalker down to her knees and yanked her own thong panties quickly down where they could be seen. Then, flipping her skirt over the whore's head, she pulled the kneeling woman's face into her crotch and began making moaning sounds.
The guy in the alley stopped and stared. "Hey, does it cost me anything to watch?" he asked delightedly. Roberta pretended to be too much in the throes of ecstasy to notice him right away. She faked an orgasm Meg Ryan style ("Yes! Yes! Oh yes!") then ran from the scene, pretending to be embarrassed at being caught in the act.
The whore was left kneeling in the alley, semi-conscious and unaware of the public show she had helped provide. The man said "Hey, while yer down there, girl...". Turned on by what he had seen, he was definitely in the mood, and unzipped his fly. Still under the swoon created by a vampiric feeding, the streetwalker opened her mouth on his suggestion.
Later on, she didn't remember this part either, but the man sure did. "The first time a ho forgot to ask for her money! She must have really enjoyed it" he bragged to his friends.
Roberta grabbed a taxi and asked for 'Downtown'. She couldn't give an exact address, so the cab dropped her off on the edge of the downtown LA area.
As it turned out, it was not a nice neighbourhood. At all. A dark figure moved in a nearby alley. Our heroine had hardly taken a step when the Sabbat vampire swung a baseball bat and knocked her out.
With her vampiric resilience, she regained consciousness very quickly, but she was on the ground surrounded by three of the Sabbat. One of them put his foot on her breasts to prevent her getting up. An evil dialogue began among them: "I want its eyes!" "I want its teeth!" "Camarilla fuck!"
When they noticed she was awake, the apparent leader said "Did you think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it? Nobody messes with the Sabbat and lives."
Roberta's skirt had ridden up, and the vampires focused on her exposed thighs and panties. "Sexy little Camarilla bitch, isn't she? Let's not make this too quick."
They were only young vampires. The Sabbat leaders, mostly of the shadowy clan Lasombra, recruited thugs in large numbers by Embracing them into becoming vampiric cannon fodder. So they had no resistance to Roberta's Dementation power. The desire it invoked took hold of them. "Let's give her a good whipping before we tear her apart."
The vampire standing with one foot on her boobs took it off long enough to let the others roll her over, but then he continued to pin her down. His two companions took off their belts. With only her thong's narrow string between her buttocks, Roberta was virtually bare from waist to knees, and the vampires began lashing that entire area.
Vicious strokes of the two straps painted lines on her bottom and thighs. The blows on her legs hurt the most, and Roberta screamed repeatedly. The trio, the type that Jack (her first mentor) had called "frenzied Sabbat assholes", laughed at her pain as their belts rose and fell.
Some previous punishments had hurt Roberta more, but none had been delivered with such sadistic relish. And yet, her 'spank-me' aura saved her life that night, because it delayed the Sabbat vampires in their intent to murder her. Delayed them long enough for her screams to be heard and for help to arrive.
A pistol shot rang out and a bullet hit the head of the leading vampire. Not fatal, of course, but he dropped his belt and shouted "Son of a bitch!" To Roberta's relief, another vampire stepped forward. One who had saved her before, on the night she was first Embraced. Nines Rodriguez had protested and forced Prince Lacroix to change his mind about executing Roberta, as unlicenced progeny converted without his permission. Now, Nines demanded the Sabbat trio let her go.
"There's three of us, Rodriguez! What ya gonna do, shoot us?" sneered the evil thugs. Nines patted a grenade on his belt. Vampires don't easily survive fiery explosions, and the Sabbat neonates backed down. "This isn't over!" they shouted ineffectually as they backed away.
Nines leaned down and very gently stroked Roberta's sore thighs and butt. "Trouble seems to follow you everywhere" he said. She allowed herself to be comforted this way until her powers of recovery made the red stripes fade away.
Seeing how Nines was intently focussed on stroking feminine curves, the Sabbat who had been shot in the head ran back suddenly to attack. But Nines was too quick. He emptied the pistol into the thug. Enough bullets will kill a vampire eventually, and the Sabbat vamp exploded into orange fire and dust.
"Nice effort - execution needs work" said Nines calmly, then returned his attention to Roberta's smooth rear.
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