Darkness, Take Me (Vampire Erotica)

By Samantha Hyde

It is the dead of night and Jane is about to be raped in an alleyway in London’s dodgy East End.

A handsome stranger will save her life; a stranger by the name of Nathanial who happens to be a vampire.

And so begins their tumultuous relationship, culminating in Jane being forced to make the toughest decision of her life; become a vampire or die.

WARNING:

This 13,500 word erotic love story has strong horror elements. It contains graphic depictions of bloody violence and BDSM vampire sex.

EXCERPT:

With every ounce of mental strength she possessed, she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for her brain to comprehend what her eyes were seeing and that she was lying on her side on dark, polished floorboards in a brightly lit room.

And that her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound together. Her back felt weird and stretched, like it was arched.

‘What the hell?’ she went to say but it came out incomprehensible and muffled as something had been shoved in her mouth.

Bodacia lay close to her, just arm’s length away. Not that either of them had the use of their arms. Jane surveyed the elaborately knotted rope that wound around her naked body. Her stomach churned in horror as she took in the full detail. She had seen this type of rope work before, but only in hardcore fetish photography. A knot of rope nestled between Bodacia’s breasts, then went up to wind around her neck. Her tits poked out between gaps in the rope. The length of rope that was wound around her neck was joined to her wrists behind her back and stretched taut, forcing her back into an extreme arch. Her wrists, in turn were joined to her ankles by a tight line of rope. The cleft of her waxed pussy was clearly visible and her tits jutted prominently. A ball gag was in her mouth.

But the biggest horror of all came with the realisation that she was in exactly the same predicament as Bodacia.

She screamed into the ball gag and thrashed uselessly on the floor. The more she thrashed, the more her back ached and her shoulder blades sung out in a sharp, stretched pain. Any movement also caused the rope to dig painfully into her neck, strangling her. She screamed into the ball gag and thrashed uselessly on the floor. The more she thrashed, the more her back ached and her shoulder blades sung out in a sharp, stretched pain. Any movement also caused the rope to dig painfully into her neck, strangling her.

She wondered how long they could stay like this before the blood ceased to flow through their limbs. And what then? Was this how she was going to die? A sob of complete despair and terror lodged in her throat.

Bodacia opened her eyes. Jane watched helplessly as she went through the exact same mental process she had undergone. Once she reached the struggling stage Jane screamed into her ball gag and shook her head as much as the rope would allow. Don’t struggle, she tried to say with her eyes, you’ll just hurt yourself.

It seemed to work because Bodacia lay still. Her chest heaved and her body was sheened in sweat. Her eyes were bulging in terror above the ball gag and Jane knew she must look as wild and terrified as Bodacia did.

Jane flinched in terror when she heard the door opening. But she was far from surprised on seeing who was silhouetted in the doorframe. It was the good looking creep from the club. The heavy strains of a Cradle of Filth song flowed into the room with him, and her heart gave a hopeful lurch. Maybe there were other people in the house. Maybe someone would come to their rescue. He shut the door so the music was just a muffled bass beat again.

‘Hello ladies,’ he drawled, ‘I’m glad you’re awake.’

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samantha Hyde
• Release date: May 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301155934

Samantha Hyde

Samantha Hyde is a writer of erotica. Whether you’re after domineering doctors, grubby gangbangs, naughty nightclubs or some other delicious perversion, the chances are Samantha has it covered.Explore and discover lots of fabulous fetishes. Dabble in discipline and surrender to submission. Walk the dark line between pleasure and pain. Unleash you inner exhibitionist. Or maybe your inner voyeur. Because Samantha has plenty of things she wants to show you.Welcome to Samantha’s world where everybody is kinky, gorgeous and gagging for it. You have been duly warned...

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Darkness, Take me (Vampire Erotica) By Samantha Hyde

Published By Samantha Hyde At Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Samantha Hyde

Chapter One

An East London street at three o’clock in the morning was probably not the best place for a young, lone female. The things one does for one’s art, thought Jane.

It had begun to drizzle. Jane was pleased. It would add more drama to the pictures. A solitary figure standing under a streetlamp twenty or so feet away caught her eye. She watched the scantily dressed female in the mini skirt and boob tube, who was smoking a cigarette. The tendrils of smoke danced in the rain beneath the pool of light. The woman was illuminated as if on stage. Her features were thrown into stark relief beneath the harsh lighting, like her face was a composite of shadow and light instead of flesh and blood.

Yes, she was perfect. What a photo she would make. What an addition to the night prowler portfolio. From the safety of the shadows Jane pointed her digital camera at the woman and fired off a few shots.

She was so intent on the job at hand she didn’t notice the figure in the trench coat and hat crossing the street until he was next to the woman.

It all happened so fast. The man grabbed the woman from behind, one hand pressed against her mouth and the other around her neck. He dragged her into the shadows.

Jane didn’t stop to think. She acted on impulse.

‘Oi! Let her go.’

The man lifted his head to look at her. His features were obscured by the old fashioned fedora hat he wore. Even from this distance she could see the woman’s eyes bulging in terror, pleading with her. The man had his back to a narrow alleyway nestled between a decrepit newsagents and a tanning salon.

‘Don’t do it,’ she said with calmness and authority, despite her wildly beating heart and uncontrollable trembling.

Where was a passerby when you needed one?

‘Make me, bitch.’

He dragged the terrified woman into the alley and the darkness swallowed them.

‘Shit,’ she said, fumbling in her shoulder bag for her phone.

She dialled the three numbers quickly and asked for the police, giving out the necessary details.

Taking a deep breath she approached the yawning mouth of the alleyway. God, it was so dark down there. She could just about make them out in the dimness. They were a few feet away and the man had her pressed against the wall by her neck.

‘I’ve called the police,’ she said into the blackness, ‘so if you don’t want to be arrested let the woman go and leave right now.’

A throaty chuckle and a muffled scream drifted out to her on the street. Don’t go down there she told herself, the police will be here any minute.

But she couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. What if he killed her? She couldn’t have that on her conscience.

If you go down there he will kill you too.

‘Come down here and say that,’ said the man. ‘If you don’t I’ll slit the whore’s throat.’

OK then, choice made for her.

‘I told you to let her go.’

She rushed down the alleyway and aimed an accurate kick at the man’s shins.

Unfortunately it had little effect. She saw the flash of a knife and watched helplessly as it cut into the woman’s throat.

‘No,’ she gasped in horror as the woman crumpled to the ground.

The blood that gushed from her throat looked black in the moonlight. She had little time to ponder the woman’s predicament as now it was her who was pinned against the alley wall. A strong calloused hand dug into her throat. It squeezed tight, causing bright lights to dance before her eyes and making her head feel like it was about to explode.

She