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~ Sainte Agnes ~
Hagiography ou autobiography ?
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~ Sainte Agnes ~ Hagiography ou autobiography ?
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Some months passed. Helene and me continued playing but above all loving. Sure we had some clashes but we came back together. Now she knows all about me and when I ask her for an free evening, she knows the reason. So she slips away, comes back to her home or works at her office. Sometime, when she travels because her job, I go with her. Unfortunately, it was a trip to Amsterdam that was the cause of our "problem". Someone identifies me as a vampire. A certain Professor Van Glück, distinguished historian and vampires hunter. We have decided to go for a walk around the old townand to visit the Rijksmuseum. I have dressed Helene up as a pretty submissive: a tight corset; a lace blouse; a garter short; high leather boots; a collar with her name and a nice golden leash. Her hair was tied and anybody could see the padlock on the nape of her neck. I have kept some photos I took inside the little lounge adjacent to our bedroom |
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Helene faintly protested to get out dressed like that but little by little she became full of herself of flaunt herself to be a submissive. Helene insisted on renting bicycles. I didn't really like that two-wheel machines. I prefer the four legs of an horse or the four wheels of a car. She made fun of me and she bragged , laughing "See without hand" But quickly, I understood and I levitated a bit. It was better. |
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| In that tearoom, with winsome waitress ( Ooooh ! Agnes ! ), Professor Van Glück probably recognized me |  |
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Particularly when Helene wanted to see the photographies of her great-grandmother. |
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Neverltheless it was a very splendid day. I remember when we went out of the tearoom, Helene leashed and proudly walking I also remember the man, Professor Van Glück, looking at Helene bottom hugged by the leather short. I thought he was doing that,
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But I have to end by the wonderful memory of our night in the old hotel with the room smelling wax, cinnamon and star anise. Helene gretted me with a kiss, toppled on the bed, dragging me down with her. You are marvellously infernal. Tie me on the bed. And do what you want. My pussy is on heat. Sweet request... I hastened to give her a favourable answer |
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Troubles came on that evening when Helene had to come back late.She phoned to me, telling she had some files to finish after our journey to Amsterdam
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When Helene finished and went down to the parking, they are waiting for her.
My poor Helene couldn't do anythinng. At the beginning, she thought that was a role play imagined by me. But quickly she was brought down to earth. The brutes savagely undressed her before they force her inside a latex straitjacket. |
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I'm waiting for Helene, seething with impatience. She is going from 15 days and I miss her... And... She is a long time coming. Too much. I try to phone her. In vain. She has switched off her mobile. Why ? I don't know. Impatient first. Then worried. Yes I smoke. I know that's nearly a crime at your time. But I started smoking when tobacco came in Europa. From this time I continue. Sure not when I dominate or when I eat.... Very worried now... I get dressed, take my car and drive to the building where Helene works. The parking is opened and the lift is blocked. Helene's car is there. While I am examing the parking, while I am scouring the place, anxiety makes me smoke and smoke. All my senses are working . It feels... |
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Helene was there. She was afraid. She was raped. Here in the parking. I smell her intimate perfume. I smell men, men sperm... Two men. I smell the fear of my beloved. Helene ! What have they do? At this moment I become a she-wolf, a tigress. Vampire. All my claws, all my fangs are out. I'll kill them... |
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Then my phone rings. - Good evening Agnes. Agnes from Rome, Agnes of Saintange, Agnes of Lizaigne. My dear, I know your biography! I remain speechless. He is speaking about me, my story, centuries of my life. - Your friend Helene is waiting for you at Wilhemstraat, Amsterdam. Number 9. The gate will be omened. Come straightaway. She is pining for you. My voice become a vampire's one, a hoarse growl, powerfull: - If you touch just one of her hair, I'll destroy you! - Oh.... don't torment this exploit of our modern technology. Don't use roughly your phone. Helene is waiting for you impatienly. We'll discuss my destruction again when you'll be there. Amterdam ? Who's that guy ? He seems knowing everything about me. Anyway. I don't ask myself questions. I act. I go to Amsterdam.
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About ten hours after, I arrive in Amsterdam, warehouse district to the adress The place is bleak. While i'm approaching the heavy rusty metal gate lifts, showing an empty garage. And another metal door. That one is in good condition. The two sides of de door open, revealing a long corridor closed at its end by another door.
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I don't like that: all that white metal around me but I go down the corrridor. Slowly. It seems endless and it slopes gently down. Then the two sides of the end-door open on a lock closed by two glass doors. My claws squeak on the glass when I discover the scenario imagined by despicable Van Gluck. |
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(click on Helene to see a closer plan) |
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Helene is there, naked, a rope around her neck, hooked to a gallow, tiptoed on a jacked platform. Also there are two men... A metallic voice sounds inside the lock. The man wearing a labcoat is speaking, Professor Van Glück: |
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- Good night my dear Agnes. I am Professor Johannes Van Glück. Specialist of superstitions history and particularly specialist of vampirism. From a long time I did detailed research into vampires. I have thought asking you for your collaboration. But I'm sure you would refuse. So I proposed to your dear friend she persuades you. So dear Maitre, it's time to plead my cause. And Professor Van Glück turn on the platform mechanism. |
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- Undress dear friend. There is hanger for your clothes. Put the shackles on your ankles and on your wrists. They have autolock system. Then come here. I know you appreciate hanging. This one is really wonderfull. Isn't it ? Don't take a long time following my instructions. I give vents to my powerless rage. |
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I can see the platform going down, I can see Helene on her tiptoe. I'm trapped. Like Helene. I don't think more, I hurry up, chaining myself, losing my vampire strength.
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| Helene goes out of her depth and she's searching a lost support. The doors open hissing gently. That sort of hanging doesn't cause an instantaneous death, I know that, but I try to run, stumbling. |
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| - On your knees. Well. Andreas, would you put on the retractor please. Thanks |
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- I beg your pardon, dear. But this instant makes me... It's a bit rude... have a hard-on. Don't worry about your friend, it will not take a long time. I always urge to spurt on a vampire face. Later, I suppose you give me a fellatio.
( click on me to see a closer plan )
While he is wanking in front of me, while my poor Helene is whirling, I fell a prick on my shoulder. A soporific ? Before I lose consciousness, through the fog obscuring my view, I can see the platform goes up and Helene standing up anew. Saved, Helene is saved ! My last thoughts before I collapse down on the floor. - Prepare the girl. Dress n° 14. When the girl will be ready, take her to Room 3. The vampire too. Don't forget, Andreas ! Never remove her chains. Except if she is anaesthetized with curare. Never ! I think she is going to stay unconscious during one hour.
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à suivre...
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