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on the cold stone floor, ignoring the pain the unyielding stone
causes.
 Vampire-Empress Smiles down at her little one puts her
hand under his chin, tilting his head up, and making eye
contact with him.
David felt an incredible chill run through his body. It was
not dissimilar to other feelings of Domination he had felt on
the net, but this was a thousand time more powerful. David
knew he was completely in her power and was more sexually
excited then he had ever been in his life. In a small part of his
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mind that he still controlled, he wondered, almost as an
observer, if this is what love felt like.
 Vampire-Empress Lifts him to his feet and stands
before him, giving him a soft kiss on his full red lips.
David shivered and almost orgasmed on the spot. He
wanted to type how he felt. How aroused he was. To reach
out and touch her perfect body. To write his love for her. He
wanted to say so much, but could only force his finger to type
one line.
 Sub-Thrall Opens himself to her kiss, turns his head to
expose his neck.
David was suddenly terrified. His mind had placed him in
the castle he dreamt about the night before. All the horrible
images from his dream flooded back in an instant. He felt
cold. He didn't know what was happening. He never
experienced a mood swing like this. Complete love and joy
one second and hopeless terror the next. He now wanted to
run, to get up. Turn off the computer and never come back.
He could only sit and watch as the screen as the words slowly
scrolled in front of him.
 Vampire-Empress Bares her fangs and buries them into
the soft beautiful flesh of her precious little one. She drinks
deeply.
David's terror peaked, and vanished as quickly as it had
come. It was replaced by total sexual release. David felt
himself pouring into this goddess. It was more powerful than
any sexual experience he had ever had, either in cyber or in
real-life.
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David didn't know he could feel like this. Wave after wave
of pleasure washed over him again and again. His eyes
unfocused and only saw soft brown images, then dark, then
black, then nothing.
* * * *
David came to. God, he had passed out! He looked at the
clock in a panic and was relieved to see he was only out for a
minute or two. He cleared the cobwebs out his brain and
looked in fear the computer screen. He was scared that she
would be angry that he had been silent. His heart sank when
he realized that the computer was off. He must have killed
the power before he passed out.
He new enough about the human mind to know this was
possible. He heard stories of drivers who, while fighting sleep
woke themselves up driving somewhere other than the
highway they thought they were on. For a short period,
anyway, they had operated without volition, but, but had
reacted correctly to external stimuli.
David thought about logging back on, but quickly
discarded the idea. He had no way of finding where Vampire-
Empress had taken him without her help, and he knew
somehow that she would not return to the chateau. Still, he
was possessed by a complete sense of well being. Somehow
he knew she wasn't mad at him. That, in fact, she was
pleased and would spend time with him again.
Suddenly he felt the need to be among his friends. Julie
and Samantha would be together tonight. They did need
some time alone. Pat and Wayne had invited him to shoot
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pool at the Student Union. For once they didn't argue when
he said he wanted to stay in. He knew he could catch them
there.
The Student Union pool hall was lively tonight. Usually it
was weekday afternoons when the tables were full. But the
weather was lousy and the students were looking for things to
do indoors. The small bowling alley was crowded and there
was a two hour waiting list. The video room was packed and
noisy with players packed shoulder to shoulder stuffing
quarters into the games as if there was no tomorrow. There
were many waiting to use the pool tables as well
Pat and Wayne had gotten there early and were shooting
eight-ball. They had no intention of giving up their table. A
couple of frat types, tired of waiting decided that they would
offer a little muscle and see if they could drive the other boys
away.
Pat tried to ignore the approach of the muscle-bound fools
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