SANDRA'S SUBMISSION

You step out of the cab, looking up at the huge mansion before you. It probably looks very regal in the daytime, but now that it is lit only by the full moon it looks like something out of a horror movie. The taxi driver coughs behind you, and you jump. He's holding out his hand, but not for payment - he has already been paid, by Pauline and myself, to deliver you to this mansion at the agreed time and to perform one other task. You close your eyes and take a deep breath - this is the part that you were not looking forward to.

Underneath your long overcoat you are wearing an item of clothing that you hadn't even known existed until it arrived early that evening at your door, with a note. You had been shocked when you saw it at first - you had guessed that the original design had been a black leather teddy with metal studs down the front, forming a "V" at the crotch, but for some reason the designers had left out the parts that covered the wearer's breasts and buttocks. And now it is all that you're wearing, apart from your coat, your fishnet stockings and your high-heeled boots. For the entire taxi ride, from your house to this mansion, you had prayed that it was all some joke and you wouldn't have to give your coat to the driver at the end of the journey. Alas...

"Listen, lady, I don't have all day. Are you going to give me your coat or not? I've been told to follow these instructions to the letter, and if I don't... I'll... wow..."

The driver's voice descends into a low mumble as you finally gather up the courage required to remove your coat and hand it to him. His eyes scan up and down your newly-revealed curves, and you do your best to hide as much as possible from him (particularly your bare breasts) as you lean inside the passenger window to hand him the coat.

"I don't know what game you're playing, lady, but you sure do look hot! Have a good night!"

And with that, he drives away... leaving you standing, alone, on the long gravel drive. You have just your very skimpy clothes for company, and a long walk ahead of you in uncomfortable heels on unstable gravel. You hope this is the right mansion. A cool breeze on your naked buttocks spurs you into action and you quickly start to scramble up the drive, one hand reaching in front of you in case you fall, the other protecting your nipples from whoever might be watching you...

You eventually reach the main door, and reach up to ring the bell. You wait there, the chill air closing around you, making you shiver a little, making you feel exposed as little goosebumps appear on your arms and buttocks. You really do hope this is the right mansion, since if a perfect stranger saw you like this... the door opens, and you breathe a sigh of relief as you see Pauline and myself standing in the doorway, looking you up and down, with appreciative and welcoming smiles on our faces.

Your eyes go to Pauline first - her elegant blue dress covers the front of her body from neck to toe, but at the rear it reveals her slender back and long legs, only just covering her buttocks. She grins at you, taking your hand. Then your eyes go to me - I am wearing a simple little black dress that seems to hug my figure like a second skin and shows off my legs. I grin, taking your other hand away from where it was covering your breasts.

"We're very glad you could make it, Sandra," I purr, admiring your luscious curves.

You are beginning to feel under-dressed, but before you can say anything Pauline and I pull you into the entrance hall and close the door behind you just as the heavens open and the gravel path behind you is pelted with rain. You breathe a sigh of relief - if you had been any later, you would have had to have walked up the drive unprotected from the storm. Pauline hands you a glass of red wine and we three begin to walk through the mansion.

"You must be tired after your journey," Pauline says, her eyes never leaving your pert nipples.

"Well... maybe..." you say carefully, feeling somewhat on display.

"Then perhaps it's time to have a bath," I smile, my eyes on your buttocks, loving the way they move as you walk in your heels.

The bathroom is a simple affair, since all it contains is the bath - a large, elegant, circular tub that could easily cater for a small party, and is currently filled with hot, bubbly water. You go to take a sip of your wine but are surprised to discover that you have finished it already. Pauline takes the glass from you as I sit you on the edge of the bath.

"You look really beautiful tonight," I say, softly, as I kneel before you and slowly unzip your boots.

"Thanks," you reply, feeling a little dizzy from the wine.

Pauline sits next to you, a finger stroking your hair, while I pull your boots from your feet and then slowly slide your stockings down your legs. You feel Pauline's fingers move behind your neck to unfasten the halter top of your teddy - we both help you out of your last item of clothing and you stand before us, naked. In the warmth of the bathroom (and our admiring glances) you feel less naked than you had when you were wearing that sexy leather teddy... and then you notice Pauline and I pulling off our dresses and kicking off our shoes. Neither of us is wearing any underwear, so within seconds we are all naked...

The three of us climb into the bath together and are soon relaxing in the hot water, our arms outstretched along the edge of the bath, our finger tips touching to form a circle.

"So," you smile, breaking the silence, "How did you come across this place?"

"It belongs to Laura's aunt," Pauline says without opening her eyes.

"She mysteriously disappeared a few years ago," I say, "and now it's come into my possession. I haven't explored it all yet, but one of these days I'll get around to it."

"It's very spooky," you contribute, remembering how it looked as you walked up the drive - you shiver, despite the hot bubbles caressing every inch of your soft skin.

"People round here say that Laura's aunt was a vampire," Pauline grins, her eyes open now, watching for your reaction, but is disappointed when all you do is look to me for confirmation.

"Do you believe in vampires?" is all that I say.

You're beginning to feel rather uncomfortable with this line of conversation, so you decide to change the subject: "I thought you girls were into bondage. I've been here for a good quarter of an hour and haven't even glimpsed a pair of handcuffs."

"Reach behind you," I say, my expression slowly forming into an evil grin.

You reach outside the bath, scooting your ass back a little, which causes your nipples to poke out of the water between the bubbles... you reach down to the base of the bath, and feel something cold and metallic. A pair of handcuffs, maybe..?

"Put them on," Pauline demands, licking her lips, her eyes not leaving your nipples.

Using just your sense of touch, you find one of the cuffs and close it around your right wrist, hearing and feeling it tighten to the point where escape it impossible. As you reach around for the other cuff, you find that the chain has been threaded underneath a water pipe, so you will be well and truly trapped once the other cuff is attached to your left wrist. But that's what you came here for, wasn't it? You take a deep breath, your eyes on the two girls sharing the bath with you, as you close the other cuff around your wrist... and become well and truly helpless before them.

All of a sudden, Pauline and I are beside you. Pauline is stroking your back and thighs, while I am stroking your tummy and face. The soapy, bubbly water means that our fingers glide over your soft skin, and you find yourself feeling rather aroused already... As one, we kiss your cheeks and then trace a line down, either side of you, our kisses moving over your skin in a slow, meandering path until we get to your hardening nipples... you pull at the handcuffs binding your wrists outside the bath as Pauline and I grip your nipples between our teeth and suck... hard...

You see us both smile, revealing our teeth, as a low, animal-like groan escapes your lips. As we continue to suckle, hungrily, you feel two hands stroking your lower back just above your ass and two hands reaching down to part your thighs... two soapy fingers, one of Pauline's and one of mine, slowly push into your waiting pussy and you arch your back with pleasure. Pauline and I are now slowly licking your nipples and breasts with long, slow, strokes as your nipples harden further, and we each push another finger inside you, and begin to slowly pump them in and out in unison. You feel the worries of the day and the tension of work washing away - you are totally relaxed, your eyes closed, helpless to stop the two of us playing with your sexy body any way we like...

"I knew I'd find a good use for this," Pauline says softly.

You open your eyes briefly to see what Pauline is talking about - she has the soap in her hand. But this is no ordinary soap - instead of the usual bar shape, this is perfectly carved into a large, veiny cock... it disappears under the surface of the water, obscured by the bubbles, but you know exactly where it is going. With your thighs held apart by Pauline and myself, its destination is obvious - and you are not disappointed. It feels a lot larger than it looks, and you have to move to accommodate its width and length as Pauline pushes it slowly inside you, as far as it will go. We go back to biting and sucking your nipples and my fingers find your little hard clit, teasing it as Pauline thrusts the soapy manhood in and out of your pussy. It all becomes too much for you, and you pull hard at the handcuffs as you give yourself over to total pleasure... and you feel a soapy finger push into your ass at the point of orgasm... but it's not enough for Pauline and myself, and we continue to pleasure you, on and on, taking you higher, until you find yourself having two more orgasms in very quick succession.

As Pauline gets out of the bath, leaving the soap buried deep inside you, I move so that I'm sitting astride you. I cup one of your breasts in my hand and gently squeeze your nipple as I lean forward and kiss you on the lips - your tongue finds mine, and we hungrily explore each others mouths, moaning softly together. You moan a little louder, this time with frustration, as I slowly pull the soap from you and hand it to Pauline.

"So, are you enjoying your visit so far?" I ask, as I move away from you and step out of the bath, aware of your eyes on my slick body.

"You bet," you grin, although you are slightly disappointed by the feeling of Pauline unlocking the handcuffs.

You rub your wrists as you watch me dry myself, and then it's your turn to step out of the bath. Pauline and I both give you a quick rub-down with our towels, before wrapping the towels around ourselves to protect our modesty. You notice that there is no towel for you, and you are left naked...

"Hey," you say, as the two of us head for the door, "don't I get a towel?"

"Are you feeling a little bit exposed there?" Pauline asks, as you cover your more private parts from her prying eyes, suddenly feeling uncomfortable again.

"Just a little..." comes your reply.

"If we bring you something to wear," I ask, "do you promise to wear it?"

"I promise," you reply - anything would be better than how you're currently feeling, and you know how cold large houses can get.

Pauline giggles, and I follow suit. We leave the bathroom, closing the door behind us - and you hear the sound of a key turning in the lock. You can do nothing but sit on the edge of the bath, and wait. There is still a lot of warm moisture in the air, so at least you aren't cold. A few minutes of waiting patiently and the door opens, revealing Pauline and myself still wearing our towels. We place a few small items on the floor in front of you and then leave, locking the door behind us.

You look at the items on the floor. A pair of strappy high-heeled shoes. A pair of nipple clamps, with a small chain between them. A pair of hinged handcuffs. A ring-gag. You raise an eyebrow as you see these items - they're obviously not designed to keep you warm. Make you hot, maybe, but not keep you warm... But this is what you came here for, so you shrug your shoulders and decide to go for it.

First is the ring-gag. You pull the ring into your mouth, and buckle the straps behind your head. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you see that your mouth is forced wide open... you wonder what on earth Pauline and myself intend to do with you in this condition. Next comes the heels - you pull them onto your feet and fasten the little buckles, securing them in place and stopping you from kicking them off by mistake. Next are the nipple clamps - your nipples are still a little hard from your earlier bathtime experience, and the thought of those clamps being attached to them fills your mind with horror... and curiosity... and, for some reason, makes your nipples grow harder. Before you can change your mind, you attach the clamps to your nipples, and groan loudly into your gag as little jets of pain shoot through your breasts. You want to take them off again, but know that your hostesses would be disappointed if you did. So, instead, you pick up the hinged handcuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back, so that you are unable to remove the clamps. And then you sit back down on the edge of the bath again, and wait...

The pain in your nipples steadily grows stronger, and you begin to regret putting those clamps on so quickly. You try to reach around to your breasts, to try to massage away some of the pain, but the hinge between the handcuffs seriously restricts your movement and you can barely stroke the underside of your breasts with an outstretched finger. You wriggle, shaking left and right, your breasts following your movement with a slight delay, trying to shake off those painful clamps. And then you notice the movement of the chain, and wonder if you can swing the chain so that you can catch it with your fingers and then attempt to pull the clamps from your nipples...

The pain is getting worse now, and you decide to go ahead with the plan. You're feeling impatient from waiting for Pauline and myself to return, and the pain is more than you're used to. You swing the chain from left to right, reaching around to try to grab it... and miss... you try again, swinging harder this time, and this time your finger brushes it. You try one last time, and this time you manage to grip the chain between two of your fingers. And then it's just a case of pulling... you groan loudly into the gag, as the pain increases in your nipples, your breasts stretching but the clamps showing no sign of letting go.

You let go of the chain, and relax. You're not going to get those clamps off unaided. You're going to need some help. And then the door opens. Pauline and I are both wearing very gothic makeup, even going so far as having black lipstick. Our clothes are equally black. Pauline is wearing a black latex catsuit, the smooth latex following the curves of her body exactly from neck to toe. It is slightly undone at the front, revealing the inner slopes of her beautiful 36D breasts. The latex is so tight that it is very obvious that she is wearing no underwear. I am wearing thigh-high boots, fishnet stockings, suspenders, a push-up bra, a choker and the tiniest, meshiest g-string you have ever seen.

"Good girl," I grin, noticing that you have donned the items as I'd hoped you would.

"Do you think she needs a collar?" Pauline asks.

"No, it would cover up her neck," I reply.

"Let's retire to the bedroom," Pauline says before you can give any thought to my strange comment, grabbing hold of the chain between your nipples and walking, not waiting to see if you're following - the chain goes taut and you have no choice in the matter! You follow her out of the bathroom, forgetting what you were thinking about, your eyes transfixed by the movement of Pauline's latex-clad buttocks. And then you feel my hands on your buttocks, gently stroking you from behind as we make our way upstairs to the master bedroom. Pauline tugs harder at the chain attached to your nipples, and you wish that she is giving you as much pleasure as I am.

The master bedroom is dominated by a four poster bed in the centre of the room. Everything else pales into insignificance beside it, and you are quickly moved over to the foot of the bed. Pauline stands on the bed in front of you while I kneel behind you - I part your legs and attach your ankles to the feet of the bed, your feet uncomfortably far apart. Pauline bends you over, forward, attaching your handcuffs to a chain from above. And then we step away to admire our handiwork - you can hardly move, and the way you are bent forward with your legs spread means that you are feeling very exposed...

You strain around, hoping to inform us through your gag that your nipples are really hurting now and would it be possible for us to relieve the pain, but you see that that is the last thing on our minds... we are both donning leather harnesses, each one of which has a huge black vibrator strapped on to the front. We turn to you and smile, reaching down to flick the switch on each others' vibrators to turn them on...

Pauline moves around in front of you, kneeling on the bed before you, holding your hair with one hand to get your wide-open mouth into the right position to accept the huge, black, throbbing cock that she presents to you. And as she does this, you feel my hands stroking up and down your legs, both on the inside and the outside of your thighs, before you feel my lips and tongue pressing against your waiting wetness... Pauline pushes the huge black vibrator into your mouth, and you can do nothing but accept it as she slowly thrusts it in and out... and then you feel my hands on your ass as I push my huge black vibrator into your pussy, stretching you, filling you completely as I match my thrusts with Pauline's... you find yourself impaled, on a spit, as these two huge cocks push deep inside your helpless body and we use you for our own pleasure... we thrust harder, faster, building up the tempo, and your body moves with us, bucking, grinding, helpless to do anything but enjoy the sensations as we pump into you, stimulating you further, taking you higher and higher and... this orgasm is exquisite, your whole body writhing and the bed creaking as you pull at your bonds with absolute bliss...

Pauline and I slowly withdraw, and leave you there, panting, slick with sweat and your own love juices, as we remove the harnesses and dildos. As Pauline takes both pairs out of the room, I sit on the bed beside you and smooth your hair away from your eyes.

"I have a confession to make, Sandra," I say, smiling.

All you can do is turn your head so you can look up at me.

"I wasn't entirely truthful earlier. You see, my aunt is still around, and is in truth one of the undead. I mean, she's a creature of the night - a vampire."

Your eyes widen, not knowing whether to believe me. But then you see me grin, revealing elongated canine teeth... and you begin to suspect that perhaps I am telling the truth...

"Don't tell Pauline, though, since she doesn't know. Yet. But when she returns, I plan to ambush her, tie her up, and have some sport with the two of you. I'll give you a chance to escape, or to hide... and you might manage to avoid getting bitten. But I think you secretly want to feel my teeth pricking the tender, soft skin of your neck..."

You close your eyes as I lean in closer, finally realising why I wanted your neck to be bare. You pull at your bonds in vain as you feel my tongue softly stroke the side of your neck... and then I stop. A moment later, you hear the sound of Pauline outside.

"Don't say a word," I whisper, melting back into the shadows.

The door opens and Pauline enters - you immediately begin to struggle and try to articulate a warning through the ring-gag. Pauline looks at you inquisitively, and opens her mouth to say something, when I appear behind her and pull her hands behind her back, securing them in place with a pair of handcuffs. She gasps with surprise but it's too late to do anything - she's my prisoner.

"Laura, what are you doing, this isn't part of the plan!" she exclaims, pulling at the handcuffs.

"The plan has changed," I wink, grabbing hold of the zip at the front of her latex catsuit and pulling it down to her navel.

"I can see that," she says, as I pull the catsuit from her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her breasts, "one taste of dominance and it goes to your head."

"We're going to play a little game," I say, cupping Pauline's breasts and licking her nipples before moving over to you and releasing the chain attached to your handcuffs and the cuffs attached to your ankles.

"What sort of game?" Pauline asks, as you slowly stand up straight, your poor pained nipples still viciously clamped and hurting like crazy.

"Hide and seek," I reply, "and if I find you in the next half hour, I'll make you wish you hadn't been found..."

"What are the rules?"

"No rules. But I suggest you get moving, since I'll be looking for you in five minutes' time."

You look at Pauline and she looks at you. You're aware that she has no idea of the true danger that she's in, but the fact that you're gagged means that you can't get the information across to her. As one, you both head for the door and downstairs. You run through endless corridors, looking for suitable places to hide. You have half an eye out for some way out of the mansion, to try to escape from the vampire threat - you'd have no trouble running out into the street wearing just handcuffs, a gag, heels and nipple clamps to try to get help.

"That looks like a good place to hide," Pauline smiles, pointing at a large wardrobe in a room you were just passing.

You shake your head furiously - you really need to escape.

"No? Hmmmm, then how about here?" she says, opening a small door underneath a staircase.

You appear into the blackness and can just make out some steps going down. It looks like the worst possible place to hide from a vampire... but then Pauline isn't trying to hide from a vampire. She reaches past you and flicks on a lightswitch. She steps down onto the first step and looks back to see you backing away.

"I'm not going down there on my own," she says, leaning forward so she can reach higher with her cuffed hands - she grabs the chain between your nipples and pulls you after her into the basement.

What a sight the two of you must be - Pauline in the lead, bent almost double with her bare breasts swinging under her as she leads the way, only half-wearing her latex catsuit as she pulls you along by a chain attached to your nipples. You are protesting furiously into your gag but she pays no heed. Your outfit is finished off by a strappy heels and a pair of handcuffs, that you'd rather you weren't wearing but can do nothing about.

The basement is huge, dark, dank and dusty. Large cobwebs stretch across between beams and you are paranoid about getting webs... or spiders... in your hair. Such a thought fills you with fright, of being helpless to brush off any creepy crawlies that decide to explore your body.

"I love this place," Pauline exclaims, her eyes on some manacles in the centre of the floor, "It looks like Laura's aunt had a real dungeon down here, once upon a time."

You can't help but agree - you wonder how many victims have been brought down here as a light snack for an ancient vampire in the many years that this basement has been used as a dungeon. You have to get out of here.

"We have to get out of here," Pauline says, "this place is far too obvious. Laura will find us in no time."

You nod your head in agreement, and Pauline smiles. At last, perhaps escape is a possibility. Your jugular may remain unbitten. Pauline then does something that you didn't expect - taking hold of her catsuit, she bends down, sliding the latex over her buttocks and down her legs, the material of the catsuit still entwined in her handcuffs. She then sits on the dusty floor of the basement and pulls the chain of the handcuffs under her feet, so that her hands are now bound in front of her and she is naked. She gets to her feet with a smile, and you wish you'd thought of that manoeuvre.

Before you can attempt to do likewise, she has grabbed the chain between your nipples once again - she guides you, despite your moans of protest, to the manacles attached to the floor, and quickly attaches them to your ankles. Your feet are spread wide apart and you are standing, helpless, in the middle of the basement. A sitting duck, in plain view of anyone coming down the stairs. You look to Pauline for an explanation.

"Laura and I are very competitive," she smiles, "and I intend to remain unfound. But I'll need a decoy to manage that... and you're it. Anyway, I'm sure you want Laura to catch you really..."

Before she goes, she removes the clamps from your nipples... the feeling rushes back into your breasts and you almost scream into your gag as the pain takes over your senses. By the time you have recovered, Pauline is gone and you are alone... bound... helpless... vulnerable... trapped in the basement... waiting to be found by a hungry vampire... and feeling rather aroused...

You feel something touch your ankle. You look down, and spot the biggest tarantula you have ever seen slowly climbing up your shin. You freeze - this is the last thing you need. You're bound with your hands cuffed behind your back and your legs spread wide, gagged... and now you have a huge spider making its way past your knee and up your thigh. You are utterly helpless, you cannot do anything about it, except wonder where it will head. With your legs spread wide, the welcoming moist darkness of your pussy may be attractive to it. Alternatively, your ring-gagged mouth may be equally tempting... you feel it moving up your inner thigh and your legs twitch involuntarily as one of its hairy feet brushes against your moist labia...

And then its moving on, heading upwards, one hairy foot going inside your navel as it moves up your tummy. It finds the underside of your breasts and momentarily disappears from view... but not from feel... and then you see it, scaling your curves as it climbs up your breast. You being to shudder, to move a little, trying to discourage it from advancing but not wanting to provoke it. You're looking straight down at it now, as this unpredictable, dangerous creature looks back up at you... its strangely arousing, and you feel your nipples hardening... and then it strikes, swiftly pouncing on your left nipple and sinking its jaws into your tender flesh... and everything goes black...

"Sandra?"

You recognise the voice. It's the voice of the vampire you had been trying to avoid. You can feel one cold hand steadying you and you recoil as far as your bonds allow.

"There's no need to be afraid," I smile, revealing my elongated canine teeth, "I haven't come to bite you, yet. I've just come to introduce you to my pet."

I am standing before you, naked, apart from the large boa constrictor coiled around my body. I'm stroking its head, but its attention seems to be on you - its beady eyes are looking straight at you, and it keeps flicking its tongue in your direction. I slowly uncoil the huge snake from around my body and drape it over your shoulders, grinning evilly as you realise your utter helplessness. The snake immediately coils around you, trapping your arms behind your back and pressing against your breasts, squeezing your stomach, and the very tip of its tail curling around your thigh. The snakes head moves so that it is in front of you, looking you right in the eye.

"If left to its own devices, my pet would squeeze the life from you before swallowing you whole," I say, watching the two of you with interest.

You can imagine such a course of events, since your breathing is beginning to be hampered by the tightness of the snakes coils. Its tongue flicks out as if to taste your face, and your vulnerability is enhanced by your ring-gag. If it wanted, it could put its head right inside your mouth. You can feel the tip of its tail moving around your thigh and then it coils up inside your pussy... the shock makes you jump, but you soon get used to this prehensile tail exploring your inner, private parts... you close your eyes, trying to enjoy the experience as much as you can, and feel your nipples hardening against the tight coils of my pet. The tail penetrates you further, winding around inside, filling you, exploring you, and you feel the coils around your breasts loosen, as the snake lowers its head to investigate your hardening nipples. Your left nipple still hurts from the spider bite, but its your right nipple that the snake homes in on.

"I think he likes you," I murmur, and the relaxed tone of my voice prompts you to open your eyes - you see that I'm touching myself, getting sexually aroused from watching this snake play with you.

My arousal heightens your arousal, and you moan through your gag. The tail pushes into you further and no matter how much you writhe you cannot stop its progress. And then you see the snake bobbing its head, peering at your right nipple, moving back and forth before it strikes... the pain is intense, and everything goes black...

"Sandra?"

Pauline's voice. You open your eyes, and see her standing before you, naked and unbound. Did she manage to escape her bonds? Has she come to rescue you? She steps towards you, smiling softly, as she reaches behind your head to remove your ring-gag. You work your jaw, getting the life back into it, and take the chance to look down at your poor, hurting, throbbing nipples - they're both red and swollen, and very sensitive. You look forward to escaping to a nice, hot bath at the earliest opportunity.

"Thanks," you say, smiling at Pauline, "we've got to get out of here."

"Why's that?" Pauline asks, leaning in to gently kiss the soft skin of your neck.

"Laura's a vampire. She intends to kill us and suck our blood!"

"But I know that already."

And as you feel Pauline's canine teeth bite deep into your neck you hear my voice coming from behind you: "Welcome to my world, Sandra. I think it's just about time to introduce you to my aunt..."

And then you feel Pauline's hands move down to grip your buttocks, hard. I approach you from behind and reach around to cup your breasts, gently pinching your nipples and causing them to throb more as I kiss the side of your neck not currently being fed on by Pauline. You feel my teeth prick and then penetrate your skin, and now you have two vampires sucking your lifeblood... our hands gripping your breasts and buttocks... a couple of small rivulets of blood trickling down your body... and then you feel another presence in the room, it has to be my aunt. She is on the floor, between your legs, and you feel her hot breath on your waiting moistness as her tongue slowly pushes into you and her teeth scrape against your most tender skin...

You feel woozy, weak... but so aroused... and as you faint, you wonder what life as a vampires' plaything will be like.