The Stin of Vampires

The three women curtsied, the obviously older and taller of the three stepping forward.

"Conciliator," she almost whispered.

The old judge looked down his long, narrow nose, washed out gray eyes staring at the woman dispassionately for a moment before giving the barest of nods.

"Mrs Oldes," he said in a gravely voice that even at his age carried easily over the din of the crowd, "I'm pleased to see you and your daughters could attend."

Mrs Oldes gave another curtsy before gesturing imperatively at her daughters who hesitantly stepped forward with downcast eyes.

"This here's Jane," Mrs Oldes said gesturing to the first woman who gave a quick curtsy, a tall, darkhaired woman with a bodice that revealed deep, plunging cleavage, "And this here's Sue."

The second daughter was dressed much as the first in a hand-me-down, patched dress although slightly plumper, her cleavage more ample and her matching black hair a flopping mass of curls when she curtsied.

"A pleasure to meet you all," the judge replied with a predatory smile.

Mrs Oldes glanced furtively around the room, her eyes lingering on the man dressed in an immaculate Guard uniform standing next to him and then back to the judge.

"We's came, just as you said," she whispered and cast a furtive glance at the tall, straight backed gentleman next to the judge, "You's promised me Bill would be let ou..."

"Madam," the judge cut in smoothly, his voice bringing her to an instant halt, "Mrs Oldes... Alice... tonight is for our pleasure and enjoyment, let us not speak of business on such an occasion."

Alice stared fearfully up at the old judge suspiciously until he took a deep breath and gave a tight lipped smile.

"Rest assured, madam, you've nothing to trouble yourself over."

"Oh... I... thank'ee, sir," Alice replied with another curtsy before gathering her daughters and scurrying away.

The judge raised his eyebrows at a slight sniff from beside him.

"Are you falling ill, Colonel Maston?" the judge asked.

"Not at all, Jameson, not at all," Colonel Maston replied, "It is just that I find your selection of guests... surprising."

"Blake, surely you found Alice daughters to be delightful morsels of flesh, even if Alice herself my perhaps be a bit older than you prefer," Jameson said.

Blake reached down to adjust his waistbelt, the lack of a sword in its accustomed place making him ill at ease. He glanced after Alice and her two daughters who had retreated to a corner to cluster together almost as if in self defense.

"I know not the game you play at, Jameson, but those three? No matter how fine a soldier one of my men may be, it would still be... unseemly... a slight to him as much as to myself, to invite him to dine," Blake replied while watching the three women, "Those three with their homespun dresses, I believe the daughters appear to be barefoot beneath that hideous dress...

"You do them and yourself a disservice, Jameson." Jameson said and glanced towards the three women still clustered in a corner, "Although I must confess, I hadn't noticed the state of the fair maid's footwear!

"Rather titillating to find two such beautiful women barefoot at such as this, don't you think?"

Blake rolled his eyes and glanced around the ballroom that contained a score of guests, the majority of them of the female persuasion. The mood of the room seemed forced, a joviality of expectation rather than true mirth, the voices subdued with many a suspicious glance from one to another while a harpsichord played from a small raised stage.

"Titillating..." Blake replied after a moment to take a sip of his brandy, "Interesting choice of phrase when one considers the majority of your... guests."

"Ahhh, you've noticed!" Jameson said delightedly, "And I have it on very good authority that all these morsels of delightful flesh are unattached at the moment!"

"Really," Blake shot back with a glance towards Alice, "I wouldn't think a married woman would approve of that description."

"When one's husband could face the hangman, one's virtues become... negotiable shall we say," Jameson replied with a sly glance at Alice, "Dear Mr William Oldes shall soon find clemency...

"As well as the knowledge of what Mrs Alice Oldes was willing to spend for that clemency."

Blake glanced sharply at Jameson with a disapproving glare.

"You're not the fool, Jameson," Blake said, Jameson giving him a sudden shocked look, "I can think of no better way to earn a man's bloodlust than to dally with his wife and daughters and then rub his nose in the acts.

"Are you so old that you now go in search of that dagger between your ribs some dark and rainy night?"

"I've already so many daggers seeking my heart, one more will matter little," Jameson replied with a crooked smile, "But I doubt I have to be overly worried in regard to William Oldes."

"Oh," Blake said curiously, "And why would that be?"

"Bill and... company were found to have a vampire trussed and shoved in a keg that they kept in a root cellar," Jameson replied with a leer towards Alice and her two daughters, "It would seem that Bill would charge a sovereign for the pleasure of spending the night with his family, the stink of that vampire I'm quite sure only filling their boudoir by happenstance."

"What?" Blake demanded in a hard, cold voice, a hand reaching down to the sword that wasn't at his side, "The stupidity!"

"Blake, please," Jameson replied with a smile that revealed his wooden teeth, "Mr Oldes methods were rather ingenious I must say, and I assure you, quite safe.

"You know as well as any that a cloth soaked in oil from the bark of sia trees will protect you from the stink."

"Jameson, my men and I were the first to enter Sheridan, we were the ones that had to crawl down into those creatures stinking, fetid dens and see what they had done... were doing to the women, those that were unlucky enough to still be alive!" Blake said in the same hard, cold voice, "Tell me that this bastard, this Bill Oldes is set to swing for dallying with those monsters!"

"Calm yourself, Blake," Jameson replied, his own demeanor never changing, "You see, Mr Oldes was quite smart.

"He kept his vampire caged and well away from any who might catch even a hint of the stink. Only once he'd received his sovereign would he fetch that keg with his prize within, he and his sons would roll it into the cellar while they wore their masks to keep their wits about him, and then pull a small bung, just enough to let the smell waft through his home for his... wife and daughters... and of course his guests to enjoy.

"Rather ingenious, wouldn't you say?"

"Ingenious?" Blake demanded harshly with a glare towards Alice and her daughters, "Hang the damn lot of'em if they knew what was to be!

"And if this... scheme was played out more than once, they damn well knew what was to be!"

"Oh, come Blake... it seems our Mr Oldes came by quite a sum... which unfortunately was part of his undoing," Jameson said with a laugh, "When one such as Bill Oldes arrives to spend a half dozen gold sovereigns there are... questions that must be asked, wouldn't you say."

"And when you found your answer why wasn't he hanged alongside those... women?" Blake demanded.

Jameson sighed and then turned to face Blake directly.

"To be young... to be virile," Jameson said softly, "The mind still remembers when the body can no longer... rise to the occasion."

"What?" Blake asked and brought up a finger to pull at the suddenly too tight collar away from his neck.

Jameson closed his eyes and took a long, deep, indrawn breath.

"Do you smell that?" Jameson asked softly.

"My god, you bloody fool!" Blake shot back, his face flushed while his finger worked at the restricting collar around his neck, "You'd risk the life of every man, woman and child in this town just to get a rise out of your prick!

"What've you done to us!"

"I read your reports from Sheridan, I know what became of the men who managed to get so much as a whiff of the vampire stink," Jameson continued with a brown, wooden smile, "You know very well what I've done to us."

Jameson waved a hand over the score of people now clustering in twos, threes and fours, a lone man invariable at the center of each group surrounded by women.

"I... ah... find myself... curious at the titillating state of Alice's barefoot daughters... desirous of making Alice and her wonderful daughter's acquaintance," Jameson panted while he stared hungrily towards the three women who were watching the crowd with knowing, expectant expression, "Would you care to join me?"

"You fool!" Blake shot back and then stumbled towards the double doors to the ballroom, Jameson smiling as he watched him struggle to pull away from the grasping hands of several different women before stumbling on.

Jameson watched for another moment, Blake struggling to unbutton his vest, rip at the collar constricting his neck until he reached the double doors only to find them bared from the outside. Blake spun and glared at Jameson only to suddenly find himself wrapped in the arms of a tall, slender woman who pressed her lips hungrily against his. Jameson smiled and panted, another woman joining Blake and his companion, a woman whose bodice had already been ripped open to reveal the milky globes within.

Jameson took another long, deep breath, smiling while he watched Blake be drug down to the floor, his and his companions clothing torn asunder and tossed away. He watched Blake mount one of the women, the second facing him, kissing his lips while her hips rocked on the face of the woman impaled upon Blake's length. A hungry, animal like growl caught Jameson's attention and he turned to find Alice and her daughters approaching and surrounding him.

"This what you was wantin?" Alice demanded, her hands reaching up to pull Jameson's head towards her to kiss while her daughters went to their knees to unbuckle his belt.

"Yes!" Jameson gasped and managed to glance down for a moment when the two kneeling women had pulled his breeches down, the sight of his member standing firm and proud more startling than suddenly having his hands seized and two naked, heaving breasts pressed into his palms.

"Ahhh," Jameson gasped at the feeling of two wet and willing mouths attacking his cock, a sensation that even in his youth he had never had the pleasure to experience.

Three different sets of hands quickly stripped Jameson bare to reveal his shrunken, shriveled frame, the woman divesting themselves of their homespun dresses just as rapidly. Jameson stared hungrily, Alice who was in her forties with sagging, massive dugs tipped with nipples the size of his thumb, folds around her belly and stripes on her thighs from childbearing just as beautiful as her two daughters both in their twenties, their stomachs flat and unmarred as of yet from children, breasts smaller and firmer, all three barefoot without ever having worn shoes to the ball.

Jameson groaned while Jane and Sue took turns suckling his root, Alice pulling his head down to kiss her while pressing her sagging breasts into his clutching hands.

"There be..." Alice gasped after a minute and then shoved her daughters away to pull Jameson down onto her as she lay back onto the hardwood floor of the ballroom, "There be to much of the stink!

"It's me'n Bill's boys you's usin ta handle that damn thing, yes?" Alice said and spread her legs, a hand reaching down to guide Jameson's cock to the patch of unkept fur between her legs.

"Ohhhh," Jameson sighed as the woman's wet heat enveloped him, a sensation he hadn't experienced in decades and one he had never thought to experience again.

"It's Bill's boys you's kept on ta handle the vampire!" Alice said again more insistently.

"My own men..." Jameson gasped and began to thrust, the pleasure matching the ache building in his chest, "My own livery..."

"You old fool!" Alice moaned while Jane suckled at a breast and used her fingers to slip inside her mother next to Jameson's thrusting cock, Sue slipping away to find her own hard cock to fill the aching, demanding need, "You'll have us all senseless'n fuckin till noon day tomorrow!"

"Mama, I need him!" Jame whined, her hips thrusting wetly against Jameson's thigh.

Alice glared at her for a moment and then rolled over until Jameson was trapped beneath her not inconsiderable weight. She lifted up, Jameson's spear slipping from her so that she could then climb up until she sank down, the generous lips of her woman's mouth covering Jameson's mouth and questing tongue, his nose wedged firmly between her wet, generous folds. Jane didn't miss the opportunity of an erect, hard cock standing tall and climbed onto Jameson's waist before sinking down to impale herself and take him inside her.

Jameson moaned in pleasure and pain, his cock enveloped in a tight embrace as Jane bounced up and down, Alice herself covering his mouth with her cunt, her flavor salty and sweat and fishy, her strong, earthy aroma filling his nose.

Pleasure that he had forgotten, a taste of a forbidden fruit he had only rarely sampled in his youth, both to match and overwhelm the stabbing pain in his arm and chest.

Jameson moaned into Alice womb before suddenly stiffening, seed that he hadn't spilled in so many years suddenly filling Jane even as his eyes rolled back into his head. He groaned in pain and pleasure, his left arm a fiery brand while his chest seemed to explode.

Alice's eyes flew open at Jameson's sudden exclamation before he suddenly went limp, her eyes growing wider in alarm when she looked down to see his expressionless, staring eyes.

"Shit!" Alice exclaimed.

"He feels good, momma!" Jane exclaimed form behind her while still riding him, "He's letting me do just as I like!"

Alice turned and shoved Jane hard so that she fell to the side, Jameson's length slipping from her body while she cried out in anger.

"You always take the good'ns fer yourself!" Jane yelled angrily.

"Get off with ye!" Alice demanded and sat atop Jameson's face until Jane scrambled up and hurried away.

Alice glanced around the room filled with clusters of rutting men and women, every man surrounded and taken by at least two women. She glanced back to see Jameson still erect with an Angel's gift, her mind trying to focus past the stink, the need that filled her. She climbed off Jameson's face and impaled herself on his Angel's gift, her hips thrusting while she used her weight to force him deep inside of her.

The stink... the need was overwhelming, but with having smelled it so many times before there was still a core of rationality lurking within Alice. She reached down between her thighs to use a finger to rapidly flutter over her clit, her hips still riding Jameson while she glanced desperately around.

It took several long moments to manage to pick one naked, writhing body out from another, but she found the man she sought, the Colonel on his knees, hands around one woman's waist while he thrust into her from behind, Sue to one side of him and another opposite, their arms around his torso while they pressed their flesh to his and kissed him from either side.

Alice panted, her back stiffening as her own pleasure crashed through her in several shuddering waves and then managed to roll off Jameson with a final glance at his Angel's gift still standing firm. She hoped the old bastard judge had got what he wanted in his final moments and then crawled over to her discarded dress. She pawed through the ripped clothing until she found a small vial, fighting with every fiber of her being to resist the siren's call of naked flesh surrounding her, calling her, demanding that she feel the aching, throbbing void between her legs.

She unstoppedred the vial and smeared some of the clear sia oil beneath her nose before jamming the cork back home. Her body shuddered at the astringent smell, but the fog of lust cleared a little. Alice ignored the woman who had discovered Jameson's Angel's gift, ignored the woman's ecstatic cries while she rode Jameson and hurried across the ballroom towards Blake.

As soon as she reached the foursome Alice shoved the unknown woman kneeling beside Blake and kissing him aside, the woman giving an angry, animal growl but also moving away when Alice cuffed her across the cheek.

Alice pressed her naked torso against Blake, the need still as much there as ever even if there was a small shred of thought behind her eyes. She reached down to grab a hand that she found resting on the woman's ass that Blake was thrusting into, Alice thrusting that hand between her thighs for Sue's obliging fingers to slip inside of her.

"Ohhhh, faster, Sue!" Alice cried out and then bit her tongue to bring back a moment of sanity.

Alice uncorked the vial again, almost all of the liquid spilling onto her hand as she was jostled by Blake's thrusts and Sue's probing fingers. Alice clenched her hand to smear the liquid into her palm and then rubbed her hand across Blake's face quickly followed by her daughter's.

Blake's animal grunts continued for another minute, Alice and Sue taking turns turning his head to kiss his mouth, Sue's and Alice's fingers plunged palm deep as they pleasured each other.

"Wha... what..." Blake finally exclaimed, his hands still grasping the woman's waist while he fucked her, but his eyes glancing around with a flicker of sanity.

"Listen!" Alice demanded and slapped his face before turning it to stare into his eyes, "That old fool Jameson, he's done gone over to meet his maker!

"You hear! You understand!"

"Jameson..." Blake grunted while never slowing in his thrusting.

"He's dead!" Alice yelled and slapped him again when he began to turn away.

"Dead..." Blake mumbled and then focused more on Alice, "Jameson... is dead..."

"Aye!" Alice yelled and hesitated a moment to take Blake's face in her hands, to force her tongue into his mouth before willfully pulling away.

"Ohhh, harder Sue! Faster!" Alice cried out and then gave her head a shake and refocused on Blake.

Alice had to smack Blake's face again and forcefully turn him back to look at her, his eyes flickering in anger before he was able to refocus.

"The stink!" Alice yelled, her eyes boring into Blake's, "It's to strong!

"Jameson... he said he used'es own men, not me boys!"

Blake seemed confused, his hips still thrusting into the woman he had by the waist while he stared at Alice.

"What if the vampire gets loose?" Alice demanded.

Blake looked back in confusion for a moment before slowly beginning to clear.

"That sia oil... it won't cure the itch, but it'll let ye keep yer head a bit!" Alice yelled, her hand holding onto Blake's chin while she stared into his eyes.

"What... what of..." Blake panted, his hips never stopping his thrusts.

"Me boys, they's done this a score a times," Alice said urgently, "If Jameson's damn fools let this much stink loose, what else they likely to set loose!"

"Door's... barred..." Blake gasped and then stiffened, his eyes closing in pleasure as he sent his seed into the woman on her hands and knees in front of her.

Alice glanced at the door and then towards one of the many windows that looked out onto the darkened grounds.

"Leave off, Sue," Alice demanded and pulled Sue's hand from between her legs, "Go find a cock to fill yea."

"Oh, momma!" Sue demanded and then lay on her back before pulling Blake around, "I done waited fer me turn!"

Blake allowed himself to be turned and then lay down between Sue's open legs, his still hard member sliding into her as she arched her back. Alice tried not to swear while she watched Blake thrust into her daughter, her eyes searching around until she found the ripped remains of a cotton dress. With one hand between her legs to squeeze her outer lips, her juices flowing freely to coat her palm, Alice reached out to grab the remains of the dress. After another moment to regain her control she used both hands to rip the dress into two strips, soaking them both in what little of the sia oil remained.