Mom to Lady Dimitrescu

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This is the 2nd part and continuation of my 'Mom to Lady Dimitrescu' trilogy. Happy reading folks!

Story begins:

Angela woke the next morning, her pussy still wet and mind full of forbidden lustful thoughts. She felt the metallic taste of blood inside her mouth and she loved it.

She needed to get a few things straight before she embarked on her new life as the dominatrix vampires.

She needed to be certain of the limits of her power, what her objectives would be, and how to sustain herself and her evil work.

She had already got a slight taste of her newly owned powered yesterday night, but up to what extent?

Immediately she had an idea. Harry, the Security Guard who had always been flirtatious with her. She called him up and waited for him to pick up the call.

Harry got the shock of his life when he saw Dr. Angela Cane calling him. He had always liked the submissive and nerdy woman. Though she never responded to his advances, still, it felt good to get a call from her.

As soon as he picked up the call, he froze hearing the iciest cold and seductive voice on the other end of the phone. The hairs on his neck stood up and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Angela deliberately made her voice as sexy as possible, 'Harry, my dear old Harry, will you be doing a small job for Dr. Cane?'

Harry mumbled, 'Yes... ma'am.'

Angela breathed, 'Good, then I want you to go down to the archives and send the pictures of the file on Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. Each and every page, am I clear?'

Harry was never in a position to say no. He said in an almost spell-bound voice, 'Sure Ma'am, as you wish.'

Before he could say anything, Angela had already disconnected the call.

Sure enough, within the next 10 minutes, she had almost all the documents she needed on Lady Dimitrescu.

From whatever she read up, the gist of the story was:

Countess Alcina Dimitrescu, commonly referred to as Lady Dimitrescu, was a mutant human aristocrat, afflicted with a rare blood disease. From the 1950s until the present day, Dimitrescu maintained a pseudo-feudal rule over the peasantry near Castle Dimitrescu in Romania. For more than sixty years, Dimitrescu has been feared by the locals over allegations of mass murder and cannibalism, which were largely unverified.

Dimitrescu commands her "daughters" Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela as her subordinates, products of her experiments.

Her daughters, who compete with each other for their mother's attention and approval, feed off human blood to sustain themselves, with the remains of their male victims discarded and left in a crucified state outside and within the dungeons of Castle Dimitrescu.

Lady Dimitrescu is said to be highly protective of her daughters in a maternal fashion.

Bestowed with profound regenerative capabilities and eternal life, Alcina's mutant blood disease required her to ingest large quantities of human blood and flesh regularly to maintain her condition

Dimitrescu ruled her castle with barbarous cruelty, regularly taking in new staff to replace those who were taken to the dungeon to be killed with their blood used to create an enriched red wine.

Among her special powers was hypnotism which she can achieve especially with her eyes and voice. Although there were claims that she can use any part of her body to mind-control the people.

After that, there were some grainy pictures of Lady Dimitrescu, which had been taken from a very far-off distance. But still, her sensual figure could be well delineated from the picture.

Angela felt her pussy water up and almost instinctively reached for her wet crotch.

Suddenly she was interrupted by a sudden knock from her son, Sam.

Sam, just thinking about her son brought back a torrent of memories. Her lovely son, whom she had nurtured and brought up for the last 23 years. Even when her ungrateful husband left her, she had ensured that she brought Sam up with all the love and tenderness he deserved.

She loved him the most in the world and now she got overtly worried about her son's safety.

She adjusted her bathrobe making sure to cover up her cleavage as she did not want to accidentally hypnotize her own son.

She said, 'Come in.'

Sam entered and said, 'Mom you sure you are alright? You have been...'

His voice trailed off.

The curtains of the room were drawn and it was almost dark inside the room except for the bedside lamp. And shockingly, his mother looked so very different.

Her skin looked much paler than before. Her normally black straight hair had become raven-brown in color and came down in long velvety strands up to her shoulders. Her jawline looked more enhanced adding to the beauty of her face. Her lips looked plumper and had an unnatural red hue.

But his gaze was captivated by her eyes. In the dim light of the room, they burnt a bright red, the color of blood. Sam felt his head spinning. He could no longer think clearly. It was as if his mother was staring at him directly into his soul.

Angela quickly realized her eyes were mesmerizing her poor boy.

Alarmed, she broke their eye contact and looked away.

Sam came to his senses and started to pant, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

'Mom, what is going on?'

Angela quickly lied, 'Oh son, it is just that your mommy got a new hair make-over and some contact lenses for her eyes. That's right honey, I no longer need my glasses.'

Her son stammered, 'That's.. that's great mom.'

Angela smiled, 'Baby do you mind bringing me the sunglasses from downstairs. These contact lenses do really make my eyes burn.'

As Sam went downstairs, Angela quickly made a mental note to tell her son in a veiled way about their plans. There was no future that she could imagine without her dear child. But she also reminded herself that she should try her best to protect him and keep him safe.

Sam entered with her sunglasses.

As he passed them to her, she quickly put them on. Now she could look at her son.

'Sam, we are going to have to move to Bludhaven.'

Sam, 'Mom, we are shifting to the city? Seriously? Why? What's wrong?'

Angela replied, 'I know baby it is going to be tough for both of us. But it's just that your mom has landed an extremely lucrative job in Bludhaven. And I do not want to miss the opportunity. Don't worry son, the job is well paying and we will be able to live comfortably in an apartment.'

'But mom, what about my college and my friends?'

'I want you there with me. You surely do not want your mom to be all alone in the city, right? You can certainly apply to the good colleges in the city and your high grades will guarantee an acceptance dear.'

'Okay mom, as you wish. But it is all going to take some time.'

'I know. That's why I am going to go alone to Bludhaven and make all the necessary arrangements for us. After a couple of weeks once I have settled in over there, then you can come and stay with me. Meanwhile, you can also finish up all the pending works you have here over here and then shift with me.'

Sam thought for a few seconds, 'Okay. But I am going for 2 main reasons mom. One is because I have always wanted to stay in the city. And the second being that I want to stay with you.'

'Aww.. that is so sweet of you honey. Now get ready, you must be getting late for college.'

'Yeah, After all, I need to submit for my transfer recommendation.'

Angela relaxed after her son left.

She needed to take care of him at all costs. The rest of the men were all meat to her. Flesh and blood. But her son, she felt a special attachment towards him. As if her maternal instincts had evolved and amplified like the rest of her body.

Once her set-up is ready in the city, she can then ensure that Sam stays with her.

She mailed her resignation to the relevant authority, citing family problems and the sudden need to shift to another city from this small town.

She even texted her co-workers and head, both Dr. Andrews and Dr. Marcus informing them of her decision to leave the facility. so as not to arouse any suspicion.

Initially, they were all surprised as they believed Dr. Angela lived for her work. But

they all wished her luck.

Next, she mailed her resignation to the relevant authority, mainly citing family problems and shifting away from this small town.

It was almost 11 am now. 7 more hours before sunset. It takes around 3 hours by car to reach the city. She needed to move to Bludhaven before 6 pm, or else her transformation to Lady Dimitrescu might adversely affect her son. She was afraid that she might be blinded by her bloodthirst and attack her poor son instead.

She looked outside and was delighted at the overcast sky. There was very little direct sunlight and she saw this as the perfect window of opportunity.

She decided to leave a note for Sam and to text him that she had to leave urgently to join her work. She will send him enough money to sustain himself for the next few weeks here before he moved in with her.

Sam had already left for college. She came downstairs. She did not have to mind staying away from the windows as the sun was nowhere in sight. Wisps of black cloud floated across the sky totally obscuring any rays of sunlight.

God, even in her human form, her figure was very well-endowed. Her tits looked so much tighter. They were full and slightly pendulous but staying exactly where they should be, with little sagging. Though her skin had become pale and photo-sensitive, her senses had become enhanced. She could smell, see and hear with almost impeccable accuracy.

Her mouth watered at the smell of raw chicken and other meat kept in the deep refrigerator. She hurriedly opened the refrigerator and took out the chunks of meat.

She started to devour them voraciously. Almost like a hungry wild predator consuming its prey. She ate in a very messy manner. Streaks of animal blood dripped down her lips and onto the floor. Some even stained her bathrobe. Dollops of meat also fell on the floor. After she was finished with whatever she had in hand, she got down on her knees and started to eat right off the floor.

It will be a shame to waste all the good meat. After consuming the meat, she licked the floor with her tongue. She cleaned up all the blood, and once she was finished lapping up the floor, it looked quite clean with no evidence of blood being there.

After she was done, she thought that this much will be enough to sustain her throughout the day. There will be plenty to eat and drink once she goes to Bludhaven.

Before she went to pack her bags, she made sure went to pack her bags. She did not need many clothes as none of them would fit her Dimitrescu form at night. Also, she found it very difficult to fit into her lingerie and her regular clothes in her current human form as well.

So she took very few clothes, that would last till the time she found new sets.

She needed to order some new custom-made clothes once in the city.

The next step was the most important of all.

First of all, she covered the exposed areas of her body with plenty of sunscreen lotion. Next, slipped into heavy clothing to prevent any sort of exposure to sunlight. She wore a heavy set of clothes which covered her entire body right up to her neck. Then, she wrapped her head and covered her face with a pair of doubly-folded scarves. That only left her eyes exposed which she covered up with her sunglasses.

Although sunlight was not particularly fatal for her, yet it did manage to singe her skin. So even though it was cloudy outside, she decided not to take any chances whatsoever.

She wore long gloves and knee-high boots.

Ensuring all the proper precautions were taken, she left a loving note for her son, where she told him how much she would be missing him for the next few weeks. Also that she needed him to take care of himself properly and that she can't wait to see him. She left the note on the table.

She also left him a similar text. Then she took off in her car with her luggage which consisted of only one trolley bag and a simple handbag that possessed all her personal documents and credit cards.

While driving to the city, she realized how lucky she was today. It had started to drizzle and the sun was nowhere in sight. So she had no problem with the exposed windows of her car.

She quickly planned everything that she needed to do once she has reached the city.

She thought had correctly chosen Bludhaven because this city received some of the heaviest rainfalls in her country. The sky in the city remains overcast almost through the year. The temperature remained on the lower side as well. The cold and damp weather was ideal for night-predators like her.

She reached the city at around 4 pm. 2 more hours till sunset and she needed a place to spend the night. As she drove through the city she saw all the people bustling around. Men, women, girls, and boys. Mmm... she smacked her lips in anticipation. All fresh meat... finger-licking good.

Few minutes into the city, she came across a small lodge. She decided not to stay in a big hotel as with all the CCTV's around, she might land up in trouble when she had transformed.

So a nondescript lodge seems the best.

As she parked her car outside the place, she walked in with confident strides. The lodge was smelly, cold, and clammy. What a nice place to be, she thought. She removed her scarves and let her lush hair freely fall on her shoulders.

She did keep her sunglasses on though. She had no intention of using her abilities on these insignificant idiots.

A very uninterested middle-aged woman sat at the reception. glued to her telephone. Angela pressed the bell.

The lady did not seem to budge. She seemed least bothered with her job.

Offended, Angela slightly raised her voice and spoke in a commanding tone, 'I will need a room.'

Startled, the lady stood up, almost entranced at her deep voice. Angela slightly lowered her sunglasses and looked at the woman from above them.

'Open my room and pick up my luggage NOW. Ensure that I have the best room.'

The lady went weak in her knees looking at the glistening blood-red eyes. She immediately did as commanded.

Angela followed the mind-boggled woman up the stairs. As the room was opened, she carried her bags inside the room and kept them on the couch.

'Good girl. Now make sure no-one disturbs me for tonight and close the door on your way out.'

The woman replied in a flat voice, 'Yes, Ma'am'

As she left, Angela sat down on her bed. It was almost 5. Just about an hour before she transformed into the vampiress. She needed to decide how she will feed that night. Her Lady Dimitrescu form will not be satisfied with any meat other than human.

Suddenly, a knock on the door disrupted her train of thoughts. Her forehead throbbed. Who dared to disturb her now.

'Who is it?', she shouted in the most disgusted voice.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man. He should be in his late 30s. He dressed handsomely in a white shirt and deep blue jeans. His brushed-back hair, muscular frame, and completely shaven gave off the aura of a playboy.

He smirked, 'Hello. I am Michael. You can call me Mike. I am staying in the room just down the hall and I couldn't help but notice a beautiful woman like you coming and staying over here. Are you alone or with somebody?'

Angela's facial expression softened. So the prey has itself arrived and submitted at her doorstep. She seemed quite amused at the thought of not needing to hunt for the night.

Still wearing the sunglasses, she replied in her seductive voice, 'Well hello there Mike. I am Carmilla. And no, I will be all alone tonight. I don't mind having some company.'

Mike flashed a smile. He did not at all expect this to be so easy. Brimming with excitement, he said, 'Not to worry, you will have a memorable night. See you at 9.'

Winking his eyes suggestively, he left. He almost left the room jumping like a kid, as he had scored this woman so easily, absolutely without any effort. He could not believe his luck. In his excitement of getting laid, he completely disregarded the dangers of hooking up with strange beautiful women in shady lodges.

It was almost 6 by now and the sun was on its way down.

Before the sunset, she had one final job to do. She had to order sets of clothes for her human-self to wear. She ordered lingeries keeping in mind her newly acquired 34-26-36 size. She ordered various lingeries in her new favorite black and red colors.

She also ordered some nylon and fish-net stockings, also some sexy, tight-fitting clothes for herself. In her human form, she wanted to show off her newly-blessed body. Her pussy tickled thinking about all the looks she would get from men and women alike.

Finally, she added to the cart some black shiny body-hugging latex dress, which she would use later for some fun.

She chose the option to get the stuff delivered tomorrow itself in the morning. She set the address as her current location.

For her Lady Dimitrescu form, she needed to visit the tailor to get special custom-made clothes.

Then she called Sam.

He sounded very disappointed, 'What is this mom? You left all so suddenly, without even telling me about it.'

'I am so sorry sweetheart, did you get my note? Have you had dinner yet?'

'Yes, I did get your note and no, I did not have my dinner. All the meat from the refrigerator is somehow missing, I don't remember them being cooked yesterday. And don't try to change the topic!'

If it had been any other human talking to her like that, she would immediately have proceeded to torture and devour them, but this was her own son. Somehow, she felt and understood whatever he said. She longed for him too.

'Baby I swear I will make it up to you once you get here. Please have your dinner on time and don't stay up late. I miss you.'

'I will miss you too mom.' replied Sam in a low tone.

After she ended the call, it was almost 6:30 now. The sky was almost dark and the time had arrived.

Angela felt the familiar tingling and burning sensation overcome her body. It would take her some time to get used to this. But it felt so good once it was over.

As she lay naked writhing on the floor, her size started to grow.

Moments later, the pain subsided and she felt a sense of calmness. Slowly wising up, she examined herself in the mirror.

Oh God, she looked and felt so good. Her raven hair had also grown and came down in long locks. Standing at a good 9'6", she literally had to duck to get a full view of herself. Her skin was as pale as white chalk.

She squeezed her soft and tender mommy milkers. They were so full, heavy, and pendulous. They literally swayed as she moved her body. Her dark grey rounded areola stood in profound contrast against the paleness of her breasts. At each of their center stood a hard and erect nipple almost as thick as a thumb, in perfect attention. Beads of sweat shined on her deep crevice-like cleavage, which would make any man get lost in them.

Her deep navel and perfectly toned stomach complimented her thin waist and broad hips.

Her legs had also increased in size. Her thighs had gained a lot of girth as well. Her calf muscles had also hypertrophied considerably. Her feet were now almost 18 inches, which would be approximately for a size 20 pair of shoes. She wriggled her giant toes and examined her flawless feet. Her clean and milky white soles deserved to be licked by her slaves. She badly wanted to make someone suck off her toes. Her nails were quite long, but perfectly maintained and trimmed at the edges to give it a burnished look.