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Turning to Darkness P-6Part 6. Entering the House of Evil Rachel walked aimlessly in the late fall twilight. It was cold but she did not care. Her feet took her away from the usual streets she walked on. Her desire to get away from everything at home and at school, subconsciously lead her into an unknown neighborhood. The houses were old and built close together; some were stone others brick others wood; some looked well kept others were rundown. Most had small front yards with old black iron fences offering privacy. It was in front of one of the shabby looking Victorian houses that Rachel finally stopped. Her wandering thoughts suddenly abandoned their depressed meditation on her life to ask ?where are we?? She looked down the street, the way she had come. That was no real help because she had no clue which direction she had come from at the corner. Hesitantly Rachel walked up the steps to the front door. She could see the lights were on and faintly hear the TV playing, but dark curtains prevented any real glimpse inside the house. She knocked on the door, intending to ask to use the phone. She would call her best friend Tammy, beg for a lift and ask to spend the night at her place. That seemed like a good plan. The door opened with a creek and young Rachel found herself looking into the deep dark blue eyes of an older teenage girl, dressed in soft black velvet. The dress showed off her large breasts very well. The girl had several piercing and some gothic jewelry, her long dark hair was tied into a strange knot and she was barefoot. ?Hello there little stray cat.? She said in a friendly voice. ?Don?t just stand there in the rain, come in.? When she entered the house Rachel quickly realized it was not a normal home, it was more like a hang out. It was a mess, none of the furniture matched, there were weird posters over the place and the smell of pot hung in the air. The teenagers who were s**ttered around the living room watching TV, talking, drinking and smoking, gave her a quick look then ignored her. The girl who had opened the door waved for Rachel to follow her. ?Let?s go in the kitchen where it?s more almanbahis yeni giriş (http://volcanocg.com/bahis/almanbahis/) quiet.? ?Im Mercy. What brings you to our door this dark and stormy night?? The smiling Goth girl said as she closed the door to the kitchen. ?Im Rachel, and huuu can I use your phone?? the bedraggled and depressed looking visitor said. ?I guess so; let me see if it?s free. but first do you want something hot to drink?? Mercy asked and started putting a pot of water on the stove to hear up. ?Sure I guess anything is fine.? Rachel answered as she slumped down into one of the two chairs next to the small kitchen table. That?s how it started, Rachel and Mercy sitting at the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate. The Goth girl was very skilled at talking at drawing people into telling her anything she wanted to know. So Rachel was soon explaining intimate details of her life to this stranger and forgot all about the phone call. Little did she know the entire conversation was being observed. Mercy ran the house, she had lived there most of her life, but she was not its owner or its master. She was a beloved servant of the little Princess. Mercy has seen many guests come and go, some of them became like family, others were easily forgotten. Some visitors hung out for a little while and never had a clue what was really going on, but most who came to the house did so because they were in the know, or wanted to be. They wanted to feel the touch of an immortal, they dreamed about becoming one. But in all the years Mercy had been at the house she had never seen anyone pass all the tests and be gifted. The little Princess lived in many houses, some in the city others in the countryside. Each house had its own staff, some were servants others simply entertainment and food. Mercy knew there were other houses, but she did not know where they all were. As a c***d she had been desperate not to be separated from the Princess, who was like a mother to her. Enjoying the role, the little Princess had refused to give up her baby girl. So they moved back and forth between the home by the sea and the old Victorian house. Now almanbahis giriş (http://volcanocg.com/bahis/almanbahis/) that they years had passed a strange situation was at hand. Mercy was of an age that she could be mistaken for being the Princess?s mother. Because she was gifted at a very young age Princess Violet still looked to be a c***d, although she was old enough to remember the building of the Victorian house in 1877. Tonight the Princess had awoken hungry. So she rang the small silver bell at her bedside. Mercy would send one of the teenagers up to tend to her needs. It was a great honor for them to render any service they could. It was to her credit that Mercy almost never sent up a servant that was not to Violet?s taste. Tonight it was Marko?s turn. The Princess was sitting in the windowless attic, the sound of rain on the roof, the dancing light of candles filling the room. She was in her nightgown, brushing her hair when the door opened and the teenage boy walked in. He quickly bowed down on one knee. The Princess was well known for her fondness of old style etiquette and formality. ?How may I serve you my lovely Princess?? He asked. Violet smiled ?Don?t be so formal dear Marko; you?re like a brother to me.? She said as she set down her brush. Then she slowly ran a small finger down from her lips between her nearly non existent breasts, across her tummy to the crotch of her silk nightgown. As Marko watched, she slowly pulled the gown open, exposing herself. ?You can kiss your little sister now Marko. I know you still dream about her pussy. Do you think mine is as nice?? The little Princess knew exactly what effect her words were having. She knew all about his life, what he did to his young sister and what he wanted to do, but never had the courage to do. ?Lick me big brother I like the feel of your tongue down there.? She said softly almost begging him. For the immortals there are two kinds of food, as the legends all say; vampires do drink blood, but there is also a more subtle need; strong emotions. Vampires actually feed on the psychic energy people emit when they are afraid or angry or lustful. Violet, seeming almanbahis güvenilirmi (http://volcanocg.com/bahis/almanbahis/) to be nothing more than a nine year old girl, had made it her habit to feed upon perverted desires. Love was fine if she could get it, but the mix of guilt and passion from the people she allowed to have sex with her was almost as satisfying and much easier to get. Usually she wanted people who were good natured, they wanted to have her young body and they wanted her to enjoy it. The nasty people who liked to **** little girls and gave no thought to how their victims felt, were powerful emotional food. But they always left a bad taste in her mouth; literally and figuratively. Tonight the little Princess spread her tiny legs wide for Marko, who lovingly licked her hairless pussy. His lust was pure and clean, his licking passionate if not very skilled. ?ohhh yess.? She purred as she had her first orgasm of the night. ?That?s it brother your making me cum, ohh I want you, I want you so much. Pleas big brother put your cock inside your little sister. Im ready for you really I am.? She said exactly the things he wanted to hear. A minute later Marko was naked and pressing himself down onto the young girl. His cock was so hard it hurt him, like throbbing steel. He forced himself into her tight wet pussy. Pushing and pushing until suddenly he slipped forward several inches. She cried out in a tiny sobbing gasp ?ohhhhho? her small hands clawed his back. ?You did it Marko, you popped my cherry, you made your baby sister into a big girl. Now fuck me hard.? She said with growing lust. It was a strange blessing and a curse that the immortal who had gifted Violet had done so before he ever had sex with the c***d. Because of the regenerating qualities of the Vampire, Violet now faced a life when every time she woke up she was technically a virgin again. The situation had its advantages and she knew how to use them now. Marko knew in some part of his mind that the Princess was old, she was no virgin, he had fucked her before, she had fucked every boy and girl in the house. He knew she was strong enough to lift a man with one small hand. But at that moment as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt, all he could imagine was that this must be exactly like what fucking his own baby sister would feel like. Marko closed his eyes and kept on humping, as the small voice under him whispered dirty words of encouragement.