~ Saint Agnes ~ Hagiography or autobiography ? CONTENTS

Madam Agnes of Louxor

America, end of the 19th century and later.

Happy (happy ?) time. For me.Pour moi. I thrown my despair into blood. It was easy. Nobody poked his nose into other people's business. Force was the only rule. An ideal new world for a predator. I don't need many food. I can easily fast during two weeks. But at this time,.. I'm smiling, I put on weight. There was many game. Nobody care. Saloons prostitutes, bank looters, gold-diggers. The native women also, the "Indians". They were spicy, with a note of artemisia and cactus flower. Also a taste of old english leather. An extremly delight! Financialy, I was richer than never. So, in 1934, I bought (with some incisive persuasion) a speak-easy, in the center of Chicago. I liked to be called Agnes of Louxor. I named it Cleopatra Club for fun. I had nice dancers and good alcohols, and I did my daring number: the mummy who takes off her bandage. That number was a big hit, In particular when I rose up above the sarcophagus. I had a complex machinery installed and nobody understood it. Me too: because it was not used for anything: as any vampire, I can easily levite. Everything was fine.

Until that evening.

	Yes, yes, it's me !

When I finished my dance, Il Brutto took me to his table. He showed himself as I knew he was, violent and uncouth ( you have to take your hat off inside ! And in front of a lady !!! )Well anyway) I know, me too, to be rude ( and bitchy) and I deliberately insulted him.

- My dear boy, it will be a great pleasure if I don't see you again. Champagne is offered !

Sure, they were waiting for me outside. I was quivering : an abduction. Mmmmmm ! A nice dinner to finish the night.

But I had not anticipate all those arms pointed at a poor defenceless woman: that can not kill a vampire but it hurts and above all, it makes dreadful scars. Also, I had not anticipate the chrome-stell handcuffs and the shot of morphine. We, vampires, don't like white metal, we prefer gold, just a matter of taste. But the new ferrous alloys take away all our strength. As for morphine, it puts me to sleep. Anyway, everyone has their little problems...

I came round completely queasy with a terrible headache ( morphine !), half-naked inside a bleak room without window.

I was chained to the bar of a filthy bed and... The bastards had raped me. When, finally I succeeded in sitting, my pussy made some funny noises.

I tried to tie my stockings... a bit stupid. I was concerned about my stockings, while I was held prisoner by the worst capo of Chicago. Without much success: try to do that with just one hand !

I needed to go to the toilet. I very needed. There was a slop pail But the pigs had put it under the bed, at the footboad.

I wriggled and writhed to catch it: with this steel handcuff, I could not move the metal bed.

At last, I succeeded.

Then I undressed me before falling asleep anew.

- Hi, Cleopatra. Did you sleep well?

- Be good and get down on all fours!

He tied me apart on my stomach... nearly on my stomach, because I was so stretched that my breast didn't touch the disgusting mattress.

And he hit my buttocks with the stick.

I still remeber the noise in this revolting cubbyhole: my pain and rage yells; the whistles of the cane slicing through the air before cutting my flesh; the dull sound of the stick on my back, on my buttocks and later on my belly and on my breasts; the clicks of cuffs on the bed rungs; also the man laughing.

Of course, after he well "massaged" my back, before he takes care of my front, he had to rape me!

Then he completely untied me.

It hurt, it very hurt. But I was regaining my strength and...

- So? You slut? Has you understood the lesson? Now go and suck. Take great care.

- Yes, lick well! You're a real whore!

- Oooooh ! I'am coming... Ooooooh

Yes it was going to come!

I pass over what it followed.

I was infuriated by being so conned.

Climbing back up this squalid basement, I didn't know what I was going to find.

Anyway, it would be a gret meal. I was hungry for blood and more for vengeance.

They were there...

I flyed off and I perched on the stell structure.

I chuckled silently: the bitch was really talented. She was nestled under the desk and she was brilliantly sucking Il Brutto.

I slowly went down and I settled near them.

- Well done! Very nice job!

Il Brutto tried to reach his gun but my foot striked his arch of the eyebrows, knocking him senseless.

I took my time to tie his blonde tart before I take care of him.

My teeth bit his neck waking him up, He was tasting old tobacco and bad alcohols. Beurk... For that I was going to cause him suffering. And to kill him. For good.

And about the blond... perhaps I will give her the life, a vampire life.

Just for her fellatio mastery.

The same rope linked them together. Because the rope was too short they could not stand on the floor in the same time. At this time the blond was on floor. I put the other on a barrel. A barrel can roll and I was making fun of his feet clinging to the unstable surface. Especialy when I grabbed his penis...

...started to lick it, ...

... to suck it.

Before I crunched it !

It's always an amazing sense for me, this moment when I cut the member I have in the mouth. I have always an orgasm during this strong moment.

Of course my prey don't share my pleasure. And Il Brutto didn't that. The pain made him yell, lose his balance. He fell down on his knees and, as he was heaviest, he lifted up the blond.

- Yes, Madam, I'm am coming. I'm putting a barrel for your man et I'll take care of you.

The blonde whore had very nice legs movements, searching a support, choking, searching out the air the nose was stopping.

Her screams was annoying me. So I silented her with the man's cut penis, stuffing it into her mouth.

Il Brutto was whining on his barrel while I was devouring the girl's breast. A taste of flower with a touch of pear. A delight.

Farewell. He is going to die, for good, emptied of blood.

You, you are going to die when he is going to fall down. Buut you are going to come back to life as a vampire. It will be hard, but after you'll be free.

I dressed with the girl's clothes and I went out. Their car was there, outside.

Good bye América. I had to leave.

Good morning France...

to be continued...

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