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Part of being an actress was being able to adapt. At least that was the way Juliette Lewis saw things. Right now she was having to adapt big time. It had taken a brief leap of faith to adapt to the reality, or lack thereof, of her situation. One moment she was in her apartment, safe from the raging storm.
There had been a lightning strike and then she was in the middle of the desert. Well not quite the middle. She was all too close to an all too familiar building. A bar. A Mexican bar, deserted and ruined. The first word that flashed through her mind was 'Impossible'.
The second was 'Vampires.'
The second word overrode the first. Juliette scanned the floor and lifted a broken chair leg, cautiously listening to the all too quiet bar. Nothing happened. She remained tense for about half a minute then relaxed just slightly. She began to rationalize.
The last thing she recalled was her apartment. She was alone and feeling fine. Then she was here. No falling asleep or getting knocked out. Just a flash then a change of location. Impossible.
The word came up again but this time she was less sure. She walked over to the bar, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The short, youthful red head in the glass did not bolster her confidence. She gripped the stake tighter and shivered.
Not that it was cold. In fact the room seemed quite warm, lucky considering her singlet and boxers provided little warmth
Obviously she was going to have to move. She didn't relish the idea of going outside, given that it seemed to be night. That only left going further into the building, only slightly less appealing. Very slowly, she moved on anyway.
When she heard the sound of moaning, Juliette stopped, dropping to a crouch and listening intently. At first she wondered if the cry was from someone injured and in need of help but the longer she listened, the more she realized the cries were of lust rather than pain. Nervously she shuffled forwards to a slightly open door, peering through the opening.
Within the room, upon a four poster bed two naked figures gyrated, bouncing up and down as cries flew through the air. both were female, long dark hair and breasts bounced with each thrusting and wild call. Juliette stared on with a nervous sense of voyeurism. She realized as she listened that the cries came from only one woman, the one pinned beneath. When she caught a sudden glimpse of the face, Juliette could barely contain a gasp.
Salma Hayek.
She stared in bewilderment, only to discover an even more shocking fact about the wild lovers. They were both Salma Hayek. She frowned, trying to get her head around it. Her thought was interrupted by a rough hand on her shoulder.
She spun swiftly, coming face to face with a distorted face, fangs bared. Instinct kicked in again. She rammed the chair leg forward, piercing the chest of the creature. It took two steps back, grasping at the stake, then tumbled to the ground.
Juliette looked down at the figure and caught her breath.
A hand closed over her mouth. Immediately she began to struggle but the hand held firm. She sensed the body behind her, holding her tightly. The woman from the bed. Not Salma but the vampire. In an insane way it made sense to her but she was in no state for rationality now. She squirmed and kicked but she could not dislodged the hand clasped firmly over her mouth and nose. Blood rushed to her head and her lungs screamed for air but still the hand held tight. She felt another hand, this one gripping at the side of her neck. Slowly but forcefully it pressed against nerves. Her world started to spin, vision blurring. She could feel the strength fading from her limbs, thrashing weaker. The last thing she recalled before sinking into oblivion was a soft voice in her ear whispering over and over.
"Sleep. Sleep. Sleep..."
It was dark when she awoke. At least it seemed that way. Dark and uncomfortable. Juliette shook her head slightly, regaining her senses. Instinct caused her to move but that swiftly failed. She was bound tightly in place. Her wrists had been bound to something above her, causing her body to hang while unconscious. Her feet just touched the ground, ankles a meter or so apart and equally bound. She could feel some sort of girdle belt about her hips but it seemed slack at the moment. As she buckled again she became aware that the girdle was the only thing she was wearing.
She was naked, helpless and blind. things were not looking good.
"My, today seems quite a day for pretty visitors." the voice came from the darkness.
Juliette saw a flash as a match was struck, lighting a lantern that gave dim illumination to the small dusty room.
Juliette looked at the woman. It was Salma Hayek yet she knew it wasn't. It was a vampire. A vampire that should be dead, not to mention stuck in a movie. Her black garments clung to her like a second skin, shimmering in the lamp light.
"I could have killed you the instant I touched you. But I seem to be in a good mood today. I will find another purpose for you." The vampire stared intently at her captive.
Juliette stared back at the dark eyes, deep and soulless. She tore her eyes away. Satanico chuckled slightly. "You are a strong one. Much stronger than my other dear slave. Maybe she can be of use to me."
The vampire turned to the door of the room. "Salma. Enter."
Juliette watched as the door opened and Salma Hayek entered. She was almost identical to the vampire save for two key points. Her walk was slow, entranced, unlike the confident vampire. And she, like Juliette, was naked from head to foot.
Satanico looked from one helpless actress to the next. She lowered her hand to the side of the wall, pulling a chain tight and fastening it to the girdle around Juliette’s waist. The other side was similarly chained, despite flailing movement by the actress. With both anchors in place, the bound woman found herself unable to move her hips in any direction.
The vampire smiled at her handiwork then turned to Salma. She reached for her, clasping her shoulders from behind and moving her to face Juliette. First the vampire gently pressed her shoulders, making the entranced actress fall to her knees. Then she stroked her dark hair, pushing her head forward slightly.
"No!" Juliette yelled but neither verbal or physical protests could stop Salma from pressing up to her crotch.
The vampire continued to stroke the hair of her slave. Juliette could feel the breath of the woman on her flesh, hot and damp. "Salma." the vampire whispered, almost inaudibly. "Lust!"
Juliette let out a shocked gasp. In the utterance of a word, Salma had been transformed from docile servant to carnal beast. Juliette felt tongue and lips probing her depths, wild and frenzied. She tried to back away but the chains held her tight. She gasped and grunted, catching a glance of the smiling vampire.
"She will not stop until I give the order. Perhaps when I return you will be more willing to listen."
Without a word more she turned and left. Juliette heard the sound of a lock clicking, then footsteps moving away.
Then nothing but the relentless lapping sound, filling the cell.
"Salma! Please.. stop.." Juliette gasped, trying to break through to the mind of the other actress but failing. The furious ministrations of the kneeling woman were serving their purpose, sending waves of desire through her shackled body. Already she could feel the wetness of her own responses mixing with the saliva of her tormentor. "Salma! Please!"
She tried her hardest to pull away but the only result was a small shake. Salma seemed to notice the movement, lifting her hands and grasping Juliette’s thighs. Using the leverage, Salma nuzzled even further into Juliette’s tender thatch. Juliette winced even more are she felt smooth finger stroking her buttocks, further flooding her body with sensual delight.
"Oh god. No. Salma no! No!" Juliette protests were in vain as the expert treatment of the tongue brought her closer and closer to climax. It had only been a short time but the frantic, impassioned nature of the stimulation was having an irresistible.
"No. Nhhhhhnnhnhh"
Juliette shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her, the lapping tongue drawing out every last ounce of shivering pleasure. She closed her eyes and drew in breath, panting roughly. Through the pleasure and the relaxed sensation that flooded her, Juliette suddenly became aware of the licking, just as relentless and furious as before. The realization hit her. Salma would not stop until Satanico gave her the order. And she had left her to her task. As a tongue danced madly over her clitoris, Juliette Lewis let out a sound half groan, half scream.
******
When Satanico opened the door the first thing she noticed was her slave, still kneeling, still lapping. The vampire smiled, pleased with the control she had over her subject. Soon she would have another. She looked up to the bound actress, whose head was slumped over her naked chest, rising and falling heavily. She was soaked from head to foot with a layer of sweat, testament to the exhaustion she must now be feeling. Her eyes were closed, half lost in delirium. Perfect for what the vampire intended. She crossed the floor and straddled Salma, not stopping the actress from her work. She placed her hands on the sides of Juliette’s head and brought it up to face hers. Half open eyes stared back at her.
"You must be so tired dear. I know you want it to stop. And all you have to do is ask me. Just ask me to stop my darling. Just say please. One word. Please."
Juliette look at her captor through bleary eyes. "hnn..nnnoo."
"Oh you silly brave thing. How hard is it to say please?"
"Nnoo." Juliette repeated once more.
"Very well." The vampire held her head firm, making sure they were eye to eye. "I want you to focus. Focus on the licking. Yes. Feel it. Lick lick. Feel the licking. Lick lick. Lick lick."
Juliette groaned as she felt the never tiring tongue flicking at her genitals. "Always licking. Lick Lick. Lick. Can you feel it? Licking Licking."
A gurgle escaped Juliette’s throat, causing the vampire to smile.
"Every lick feels better than the last one doesn't it? Lick lick, better better. Lick, lick, better better. In fact, every lick is twice as good as the last. Feel the licking. Twice as good. Lick lick lick lick. Twice as nice, twice as nice."
Juliette let out a prolonged moan.
"Twice again, twice again. Lick, lick, lick. Say please Juliette. Say please. Lick lick lick."
"pp..p.. nnooo."
"Lick lick lick."
Juliette’s body began to shudder furiously, her mind unable to cope with the maddening pleasure that was bombarding her.
"Say please."
"pppplleeennn..."
"Lick Lick. Say please."
"Ple.. ple....."
"Say it."
"Pleee...
A blinding flash of light erupted in the small room. The vampire broke her hypnotic bond with Juliette and the actress blacked out instantly. Satanico turned to see to intruders in the small cell. She snarled in fury, baring her fangs and true monster form. It was a big mistake. Before she could take a step forward a wooden stake had plunged into her chest.
With a furious scream she stumbled to the floor. One newcomer turned to the other.
"Well, Win, that's another one down."
"Every bit counts Kate. Where the hell are we?"
The two displaced vampire hunters examined the small cell, immediately focusing on the other inmates. Hanging from a metal frame was a naked and unconscious Juliette Lewis. Kneeling before her, still lapping frantically was and equally naked Salma Hayek.
"You know Kate, to most people this would seem weird. I'll take Juliette."
Winona Ryder, vampire slayer carefully unbound the exhausted actress, carrying her over her shoulder. When Salma refused to stop her actions Kate took the second easiest path and knocked her out. Only then did the two conscious actresses not that the fallen vampire body was starting to smolder. In fact it threatened to explode any second, probably with a great deal of fire. The slayers exchanged on quick, worried glance before the light consumed them totally.
When they blinked, things were different. They were not charred as they had expected. Instead they were somewhere else entirely. Things were beginning to get very disorientating. They were in a warehouse, certainly nothing exceptional, had it not been for the company.
On the ground, two woman were locked in a passionate embrace, one blonde the other dark haired. They remained utterly oblivious to the new arrivals. The other two inhabitants were more taken back. The dark haired girl stared at them coldly, arms wrapped around the bleach blond man she had been kissing. He regarded the two woman, each with an unconscious, naked woman in their arms.
"Bloody hell Dru." Spike stared at them. "What is with tonight?"
THE END??
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