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Things were crazy. The storm which had kicked up in a matter of seconds had no respect for status or wealth. All were treated with equal discomfort. The short, dark haired woman who forced her way through the winds was proof of that.
She had experienced fame and fortune, luxury and comfort. Right now Salma Hayek just wanted to get out of the wind.
A simple walk of one block had suddenly turned into a serious battle against the elements. She'd known there was a storm but she had no idea how bad it had been. But she braved it any way, foolishly trying to press forward regardless of the risks. Now all she wanted was to be safe at home in a warm bed.
A door beckoned. It looked like a bar, ringed by neon lights still functioning in the fluctuating power. Salma was in no mood to debate entering any shelter she could find. As she pushed open the door a sudden burst of light came from within, blinding her slightly. By the time her eyes had adjusted to the light she was inside and the storm was closed off behind her.
A bar. A very noisy and rowdy bar.
Instantly she could smell the thick smoke in the air, mixing with the reek of hard liquor. It was better than the storm. Just.
Salma pulled her collar about her neck and moved forward, hoping that she wasn't going to be to easily recognized. She knew that those chances were pretty slim. Not only was she undeniably famous but equally undeniably attractive. Eyes would have fallen on her if her name had never made a single credit.
Several did as she pushed her way to a table but no one made a move to introduce themselves. In fact a few of the men even seemed to steer away from her as if they recognized her but saw as a danger. She didn't really care. So long as they left her alone then she could wait out the storm here for a while. Calling for a cab, or even better a limo, would have been great but the phones were all out, cellular and land line.
There was a hell of a storm out there, though you couldn't tell it from the noise in the bar. It was rowdy. Very rowdy. Much more so than she had expected. It was a caricature of a bar, made even more chaotic by the searing and rowdy drinking that permeated the environment. Then the music started and the voices died down.
Somehow it seemed familiar to her, a faint latin beat perhaps. But when the curtain opened, Salma couldn't help but gape.
Not that the entire male population of the bar weren't gaping too, for entirely different reasons. Sliding onto the stage, seductive and in time with the music, was a woman, clad only in black briefs and bikini top. Dark hair fell to her shoulders, sliding over her darkly tanned skin. For the men, she was an object of pure lust.
For Salma she was something altogether different. Something equal parts fear and fascination. The dancer was her. She was too good to be a look alike. Salma recognized it in an instant. Even as she danced towards the crowd, her cold eyes scanning the crowd, Salma's mind clicked over.
Satanico Pandemonium. The bar. Dusk till Dawn. She was in the bar. And that meant...
A shiver ran through her as she thought of what had to come next. But still she was unable to look away from the dancer, from herself. The dark eyes swept the bar and as they did, Salma found them staring directly at her. She knew that she couldn't look away, the eyes, her own eyes but somehow darker, bored into hers. Satanico took a step closer, not breaking the glance, not even to blink. Salma stared back, mesmerized by the bizarre double which approached her.
This was impossible, a dream and yet somehow it was real. Too real. Salma heard a scream. It was was quickly followed by another then another until the entire bar became a flurry of agonized sound and motion. Still she didn't flinch. Satanico kept walking, casually throwing aside a trucker who came to close. She closed in on Salma like a cobra in on it's prey.
Salma found herself speechless as the woman slid up to her. For a second she was silent but then she spoke in a silky voice. "You are not like the others."
Satanico stated as she ran her eyes up and down Salma's body. "You share the same form as I but you are not one of us. I could kill you now but I feel there is something deeper to be gained from you."
She pressed her hands to the sides of Salma's head, bringing their eyes close together. Salma felt spellbound, as if she were locked inside those eyes and couldn't escape.
"Yes." Satanico smiled. "I will take you for my own. Follow me." She took Salma's hand and lead her through the chaos.
The humans were losing badly, most of them now meals for the wild vampires. Salma's foot brushed past a half eaten corpse but somehow, she simply didn't care. The sounds died behind them as they moved down the dusty hallway, sliding into a dark room. Satanico pushed Salma gently onto a bed, laying her out flat, not breaking eye contact. She lifted Salma's arms, raising them above her head. She felt her wrist being held tight, strapped to the bed head and though she knew she should be protesting, there was nothing she could do to look away from those deep dark eyes. Her other limbs soon followed as she lay there, totally unresisting. Only when she was perfectly secured did Satanico rise up from the bed.
"I will return when I have fed."
She spun and swiftly moved out of the room. Salma watched her go, watched the door slam. The spell was broken. Salma screamed. She pulled and struggled but there was no breaking her bonds. She was conscious of everything she had experienced, everything she had seen. How had she been so easily led?
The eyes. She knew it was the eyes. Vampiric mesmerism. She had been enthralled by the vampire and done her bidding. Her pulse raced along with her mind as she feared what lay ahead for her. This was madness. She was trapped in a nightmare that couldn't be real. She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself that it was all just a dream and that she would wake up. But the straps holding her remained as tight as ever.
Time passed and she lay in the dim light, alone with her terrified thoughts. Then the door opened. Satanico entered. Salma caught a glimpse of her, seeing the red stain about her lips. She closed her eyes tight, not wishing to see the vampress.
Footsteps walked across the room, opened draws and cupboards. Salma heard the splash of water, then the footsteps drew closer once again. She felt a finger run over her cheek. Then a ripping sound. Tape. She was ripping tape. Salma felt it sticking to her brow, pulling her skin, forcing her eyes open. She screamed in protest but the vampire quickly finished her task. Four slim strips holding the helpless actress' eyes wide open. She stared up at her own face.
The eyes.
Her scream trailed off into a gurgle as she was forced to stare into the eyes, loosing herself in their darkness. Satanico simply smiled.
"What is your name?" she asked her prey, not blinking for a second.
"Salma."
"Excellent Salma. I am going to make you my slave. You will not resist me. You cannot resist me. You will be mine in every way and in return you may retain your humanity."
Salma only nodded in weak reply, unable to blink, unable to look away from her captor.
"Let us get you out of these binding garments."
Salma felt her jacket and blouse being ripped open, torn with no hope of being repaired. She was not getting these clothes back. The cutting and tearing soon consumed all but her black bra and panties, leaving her similarly dressed to Satanico herself.
"Yes. You can see we are not so dissimilar you and I."
Satanico reached around, removing her top and letting her ample bosom fall free. She lowered herself down so that her face was inches away from Salma's, eyes still boring away at her soul. Salma felt a hand slide about her back, unclasping her bra then tearing at the straps until it was gone. She felt cool fingers tracing over her exposed bosom and though she shivered at first, there was nothing she could do to fight.
Salma felt her nipples harden, her body responding to the touch of the vampress. Hands gripped her breasts, kneading them, softly at first then more and more forcefully. Satanico bucked up and down, grinning as she watched her helpless prey bounce beneath her, eyes still wide open, still staring up into the hypnotic orbs.
She felt her underwear ripped from her body, Satanico gripping her legs tightly around her captive. She drew herself closer, pressing their bodies together. Crotch rubbed against crotch. Breasts pressed and folded against each other.
And always the eyes met. Salma's eyes were stinging but the anesthetic effect of the gaze had kept her peaceful. Now the pleasure of her body was beginning to override that discomfort too. They were having sex. And Satanico was using that sex to further weaken Salma's mind.
She felt hands rubbing her back, pulling her tighter and tighter to the vampress who bucked her body up and down. Salma herself was beginning to thrust against her, rubbing their hips together. Their breasts rolled against each other, firm and fluid at the same moment. And the eyes.
Salma had not broken contact with them since the tape was put in place and every second she felt herself slipping deeper and deeper. She felt the touch of lips upon her own, a set of kisses crossing her face. Satanico drew closer, whispering to prey. "When you come, you will be mine."
Salma panted a ragged reply, unable to think anymore. Her mind was sinking deeper into the dark eyes and her body was heading closer and closer orgasm. She thrust her body up, pressing against her captor, unable to fight her body's natural desires.
Closer and loser.
Deeper and deeper.
Closer
Deeper.
"OOOOOHHH!" Salma howled as the orgasm ripped through her body.
Her cry mixed with Satanico, a dual scream of carnal lust. Salma felt the force flooding her body, filling up her mind and forcing it out. Control was gone, lost in those eyes. She shuddered as her body slowly released the last energy from her body. Satanico looked down at her broken prey, her new toy.
"What do you see?" the vampress asked.
"The eyes." came a panting, euphoric reply.
Satanico gently removed the tape, closing Salma's eye lids softly. "Now what do you see."
A contented smile covered Salma's face. A smile of total submission to pleasure. "The eyes. The beautiful eyes."
THE END??
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