Short excerpt from Feeding the Vampire: At that moment, the door to the room opened and a light was turned up. I blinked and then recognized Vincent.
“What have you done to me? Where am I?”
He was dressed in a velvet cloak that made him look like a sinister extra from a horror film. Slowly, he walked over to the bed where I was forced to lie.
“Let me go!”
He shook his head and sat down on the bed, resting his palm on my thigh.
“What do you want with me?”
He smiled again.
“Can’t you guess? You’re my new cow.”
“What?”
“I should explain. I am, I guess, a kind of vampire.”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough, let me out of here. I’m calling the police.”
I tried to shake myself free of the collar, but at that moment, felt a jolt, a blast of electricity rush through me, like I was being stabbed with a thousand needles all at the same time. I shrieked and collapsed back onto the bed.
“I should mention that the collar you are wearing is electric and I have the remote,” he said, holding up a small device.
“You can’t…you can’t do this to me.”
“Oh but I can,” he replied. “I have a particular craving, a need. Can you guess for what?”
Still breathless and stunned from the shock, I shook my head.
“Well, you soon will. It’s time for your first session.”
He stood and unclipped the leash that had been attaching my collar to the wall. He tugged on it, gently and I had no choice but to slide across the bed towards him. Standing up, I realized I was much taller than usual. I was wearing ridiculously high heels that were so high I could hardly stand. I swayed a little as he began to pull me across the room.
“Follow me, Lydia,” he said.
As if I had a choice. Like this we passed out of the bedroom, along a corridor and down a set of stone steps to a room that appeared to be some kind of basement. Vincent opened the door, and slapped me hard, on the ass, making me yelp and propelling me into the room.
The place was full of gadgets and equipment that didn’t make any sense. There was a kind of space in the middle, marked out by metal railings, like the kind of stalls you see on animal farms. One side of the room was full of complicated looking devices and there were tubes everywhere. The wall was decorated with strange pictures; of cows with pendulous udders, of buxom milk maids, of the rising falling slopes of pastureland. And suddenly, I felt a cold shiver pass through me as I finally understood what this was all about.
“Please…I don’t want this,” I said. Vincent slapped me again and once more I trotted forwards, this time reaching out to the rail to steady myself.
“Time to inspect the latest cow for the herd,” he said. I felt his hands on my thighs, sliding over my ass, parting my cheeks, stroking my pussy. Then he pulled me in closer, and I felt him exploring my breasts, teasing and pulling and caressing my nipples. With horror, I felt the familiar damp sensation as my nipples began to leak.
