Spanked Malkav

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames (spanking, m/f, f/f, mind control, fingering, oral)

SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLOT IN EVERY CHAPTER!

Chapter 1 - Sired, Staked and Spanked.

"He's really, like, deep - you know?" That was what Roberta thought of the strange young man she met at the Asylum nightspot. He spoke in cryptic phrases that at first seemed non-sensical, but a moment's thought and she could see what he was saying.

He kept her fascinated to hear what he would say next, so when he suggested they "retire to my domicile, repair to my lair" she said yes right away. It wasn't very salubrious, and she had a moment's pause, seeing the handcuffs attached to the foot of the bed.

"The girl constrained, ecstatic writhings against wrist-metal" he said, as if this was an explanation.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" asked Roberta. But it was a loaded question. She had read "Fifty Shades of Grey" and knew that its first draft was in the form of Twilight fan-fiction. She had found it so exciting she had felt a little guilty.

As if he knew her thoughts, the now bare-chested youth looked intensely at Roberta through his darkened spectacles. Her head seemed to reel and she began giggling uncontrollably. "Hurting should be tasted only a little, young wine that you are. Come, place yourself in the position of naughtiness."

He sat on the bed and, still laughing, Roberta stretched herself along it so that her hips were across his lap, face down. As her seducer adjusted her clothing, he described what he was doing: "Skirt fabrics, so mini and easy to invert, now folding upwards towards giggling shoulders. Two fair cheeks revealed by thin thong. I will thing a thong and draw it downwards to knacks of bees - that is, backs of knees."

Roberta found it hilarious that her bottom was bare, and her laughter doubled as he began to spank her, each cheek in turn. It stung, but not badly. As the spell of Dementation wore off and her laughter subsided, she made no move to escape. It was no longer funny, but it was erotic and sensuous. Her giggles turned into moans and gasps.

Then she experienced a different pain, on her thigh. Her lover had leaned down and punctured her skin with thin white fangs. Confused, she thought it was part of the same sexy game of mild S&M she had found herself playing. But then she became dazed again, not laughing, but sleepy and dizzy as the blood left her.

The vampire stopped drinking and returned to spanking her. "Yes, I'm a bad girl, teach me a lesson" Roberta begged.

"My voices told me you craved punishment, girl-kine, even though I see only a little naughtiness in your past. You must indeed learn lessons. And perhaps they should go on forever." He returned to draining her blood, then back and forth, drinking and spanking.

Nobody ever died of such a mild hand-spanking before. But when her last drop of vitae was gone, Roberta died over the vampire's knee. In a swoon, she never remembered that he was also feeding her with his blood. Blood that belonged to the Malkavian clan of vampires. It carried with it insanity, but also insight.

And so it was as a childe of Malkav that the vampiress Roberta was born, still being spanked over her sire's knee.

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She woke on the bed, with her insane sire sitting and watching her. "Notice the newness of the night, my naughty neonate" he said. "The blessings of blood boil boisterously in your body."

She tried to reply, but words formed a tangled web in her mind. When she forced her lips to speak, a verbal soup came out: "Vampiric vivification is vested in me? Sound the sooth of such sayings, my sire sans sanity."

"Post punishing your pretty posterior, rich red rivers ran, bleeding between us bothways. Spanked and sired simultaneously. Name me your name. Remembering rigorously, it's Roberta, right?"

Again, she had difficulty turning thoughts into words, even saying her name. "Router. Robot. Rabbit. Robert. Redbutt."

He cackled briefly. "Right! Rationally, Roberta Redbutt you remain."

But this cracked discourse could proceed no further. The door splintered and broke, and two vampires rushed in. One threw a wooden stake at her sire, the other plunged one into Roberta's heart. For a moment, having heard all the tales of vampires, she thought her new life had been cut very short. She expected to turn to dust. But instead, she felt completely paralyzed, yet conscious.

One of the newcomers addressed her sire. "Were you too mad to see this coming, Malkavian? Even you crazies know you don't get to sire anyone without Prince Lacroix's permission."

The other leaned over Roberta's helpless form. "Hey, he's picked a pretty one. Those Malkav's are usually drawn to weird-looking kine. As weird-looking as him."

His friend joined him. "Yeah, nice curves too!" He began to fondle and squeeze Roberta's breasts. She felt the unwelcome caresses, but could do nothing to shield herself, or even protest. Like a doctor confirming a diagnosis, the first vampire enforcer did the same.

"Shame she's gotta be dusted" he said, as he shifted his groping lower down. Immobile, Roberta couldn't struggle, moan or cry as fingers stroked her inner thighs, then manipulated her vulva through her brief thong panties.

Then a puzzled look came over both her tormentors, as if foreign thoughts were entering their minds from some unknown source. Slowly, one said "I want to...."

"...spank her?" said the other. "I don't usually go in for that sort of thing but, yeah, that's what I was thinking. I don't know why." They rolled her over onto her front.

"Get that skirt out of the way, pull it down."

"Those undies don't cover her cheeks at all. This'll be easy." When they began smacking her unprotected behind, Roberta felt it. It wasn't sexy this time, as it had been with her sire, who was now paralyzed and unable to come to her aid. Her mind screamed (not with pain, it wasn't that bad) but with humiliation and indignity. What she had given freely to her vampiric progenitor, these two were taking, against her will. But the scream could not come out.

They both had a turn belabouring her cheeks, making her new epithet "Redbutt" a literal reality. Then they both shook their heads, as if throwing off a clouding of the mind. They looked at each other sheepishly. "Let's not tell the Prince about this".

"Agreed. I wouldn't normally be interested in giving some neonate kindred a spanking. Something came over me. Anyway, once they've been tried, neither of these mad Malkavs are going to be going around telling the tale. Let's get them to the theatre."

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Prince Lacroix had proclaimed a meeting of the Los Angeles branch of the Camarilla at the Nocturne Theatre. Since all vampires were told they were members of the organization, whether they wanted to be or not, it was well attended. The primogens of the various clans were there. Very reluctantly, even the Anarchs who despised Lecroix and the Camarilla had turned up.

Roberta and her sire were pushed to their knees on the stage, and only then were the stakes removed from their hearts, freeing them from their paralysis. The Prince began making an imperious speech, reminding the assembled vampires that no kine (humans) were to be embraced into vampirehood without the Prince's permission, on pain of 'final death'.

Roberta's sire was pushed forward, and a huge vampire of clan Gangrel, the Prince's Sheriff, swung a mighty sword and decapitated his victim. With a flash of orange fire, the Malkavian's skeleton became visible, and then crumbled. Then the Prince moved on to Roberta, who was weeping at her loss.

He began talking about the problems of a new kindred without his or her sire - it seemed most important to him that such a vampire would not know the laws they must obey. Then his voice began to falter. "All kindred must have.. umm.. discipline. I therefore feel this new childe must be disciplined. Er... And it should be physical discipline."

A little uncertainly, he moved behind Roberta and pushed her head towards the stage so that she was kneeling with her bottom up. The enforcers had done a poor and hurried job of pulling her skirt back up - it hung low, exposing her skimpy panties. Still sounding a little dazed and unsure, Lacroix continued: "So I shall personally chastise this neonate before..."

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" The shout came from Nines Rodriguez, a prominent Anarch, cutting off the Prince from pronouncing Roberta's death sentence. Everyone in the theatre stared at Prince Lacroix, whose arm was raised to deliver the first smack to Roberta's upturned buttocks. The Tremere wizard and the baron of Hollywood, even the hideous Nosferatu, sat with raised eyebrows. The Anarchs sneered with contempt, showing that this was the behaviour they expected from aristocratic scum like Lacroix.

"If Mr Rodriguez will allow me to finish. This childe must be taught obedience before I... release her." Lecroix had sniffed the political breeze and shifted ground, attempting to appear magnanimous. But his determination to give Roberta a thorough spanking, a wish he had never harboured before, was unabated.

In front of all the assembled vampires, Roberta was spanked long and hard by this Prince of the Ventrue clan. She squealed and struggled, but the enforcers who had captured her held her still. A bespectacled vampiress named Therese grinned delightedly in the front row as smack after smack resounded in the fine acoustics of the theatre. Damsel, an Anarch vampiress in a beret, seethed in fury. Velvet Velour, dressed in sexy strippers' attire, rubbed her thighs together excitedly and wished she could touch herself more thoroughly.

It hurt more than her previous spankings, and had the added humiliation of an audience. Roberta was relieved when the Prince had satisfied himself, and dismissed the meeting. He took her backstage and lectured her on vampire law and obedience. Her bottom still burning, she nodded her assent when he told her to go to Santa Monica.

"One more thing" he said. "I'm not stupid. I know what happened out there. I was affected by your Dementation aura. All Malkavians have it. But I've never known it to compel anyone they meet to spank them. That's new."

Roberta spoke up. "Punished posteriorly pending the procedure of procreation. My sire, smacking my sit-upon, simultaneously supplied the sanguine syrup."

"Spanked throughout the dark embrace? I suppose that explains it. But I don't appreciate being manipulated in any way. If I hadn't given my word... You are dismissed." The Prince walked away, and Roberta tottered unsteadily out of the theatre's stage door. Her skirt was still hiked half-down, like a visual invitation to back up her special form of Dementation. It was to remain that way, placing her panties on show, for a long time.

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This story is also published in my gallery (NFP) at deviantART, with pics from the game as illustrations.