Ch. 131..135: Fatal Kiss Of The Vampire Chapter 131-135
Chapter 131: You Still Need To Be Punished
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan shouted as he struggled with Kylie for the wheel.
“Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” Kylie laughed. “I am mad as hell. Look, even my lips are shaking!”
“Fine, then,” Ethan relented, as he let go of the wheel. “If you want to die, then I will follow you. Didn’t you hear me when I said that I would follow you through heaven or hell?”
Kylie had the Knight XV running at top speed, and, due to the road conditions, it was fishtailing like mad as it crossed back and forth into oncoming traffic. Luckily for them, the highway had been well maintained, and, other than them, there were almost no other cars on it.
Up ahead, Kylie saw a lot of plastic cones on the road. In a tone of voice that sounded insane, she shouted, “Yippee Ki yay, mother fucker!” as she plowed through them. Laughing, she finally brought the car to a stop by the side of the road. She looked over at Ethan and was amused to see that his face had turned a light shade of green as if he were about to puke.
Mimicking Garth Algar, she pulled a small bag out of the garbage and offered it to him. “If you need to spew,” she giggled, “spew into this!”
“Fuck off!” Ethan cursed as he pushed her hand away. With his other hand, he pushed the door open, leaned his head out, and spewed onto the highway. Once he was done, he turned back to Kylie, pinched her chin, and stared at the bruises on her forehead. “Are you fucking crazy?” he cried.
“Crazy is as crazy does,” she replied, still giggling. “I am crazy, but it is you that made me this way!”
Ethan sighed as he let her chin go. He was furious, but he felt like he lacked the energy or desire to fight with her. He looked out the window. He could see that the air was cold, but it was also still. There was no traffic or wind. Everything was quiet but for the sound of their breathing. Ethan leaned forward and turned on the radio, which was set to an oldies station. The Cavallies came on with their classic hit single, Last Kiss, and he began to sing along: “When I woke up, the rain was pouring down. People were standing all around. Something warm was running in my eyes. But somehow I found my baby that night…”
Annoyed, Kylie flipped the radio off. “I hate the fucking Cavaliers,” she growled, “and this song is too depressing. The car seems to be fine, so let’s just go back to the hospital and pretend that none of this happened.”
Ethan scowled at her and said, “We will do as you’ve suggested, but I am going to drive.”
Kylie heard an angry tone in Ethan’s voice, and she grabbed his arm. “You are a bastard,” she cried, “and a liar. You said that you loved me, but you don’t even trust me to drive. Why are you being so harsh with me?”
As she spoke, Kylie began to cry hard. Tears were running like torrents from her eyes. Snot was streaming from her nose. Her breath was coming in short hitches, and her body was trembling, practically vibrating.
Ethan swept her into his arms and rubbed her back. “Let it all out,” he told her gently. “Cry if you need to cry. I am here for you.”
At last, Kylie pulled away and swept the tears from her face with her shirt sleeve. She looked at Ethan. His collar was damp, and his face looked concerned. “After all that I just put you through,” she finally said, “I can easily understand why you wouldn’t want me to drive. I have been acting crazy, but I am not. I promise. I am only crazy for you. So, if it makes you feel better if you drive, then I will allow you to drive.”
Smiling, Ethan leaned forward to kiss her. He kissed her on the face, chin, neck, ear lobes, and mouth. He opened her mouth with his own, slipped his tongue into her mouth, and sucked her tongue into his. After a few moments, Kylie pulled away and asked Ethan if he believed her.
“I believe you,” Ethan whispered, “but you still need to be punished.”
“If you want to punish me,” Kylie replied, “Then take me home. If you do not take me there, right now, then I will begin to punish you for your tardiness.”
“Fair enough,” Ethan laughed as he got out of the car so that they could switch seats. As they passed each other in front of the car, Kylie’s eye caught sight of the gigantic bulge in his pants. She stopped him momentarily. She slipped his hands into his pants and began to stroke his erection with one hand. With her other hand, she brought his hand under her shirt and up to her right breast. She let him play for a minute while she jerked him off, and then she scurried into the passenger seat as she playfully giggled.
As soon as they got to the mansion, Ethan picked Kylie up and carried her up to her bedroom. With a wolfish grin on his face, he tossed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. He took her hands and put them above her head. “This is a punishment,” he said, “so no moving or speaking, or it will be worse for you.”Kylie was wearing a black dress shirt, and she nodded consent as he undid the shirt’s buttons. Underneath, she was wearing a purple lace brassiere with a clasp at the front. He undid the clasps, and the cups fell to either side of her massive breasts. Her breath came quickly, her chest was flushed, and he could tell that she was as horny as he was.
Ethan took hold of her left nipple and gave it a hard squeeze. She twisted away from him, and he pulled his hand away and slapped her breast hard. “This is your punishment,” he said again. “No moving. Nod if you understand.”
Kylie nodded silently. There was a bright red handprint on her breast, but she was smiling. She obviously enjoyed this and was looking forward to what would come next.
Chapter 132: Do I Scare You?
(Warning: This Chapter contains a sexual scene. If you’re not comfortable to read kindly skip it and move to another Chapter)
As soon as Kylie was completely naked, Ethan put her over his lap and began to spank her buttocks. He hit her four times on each cheek, alternating between the left cheek and the right. He did not hit her hard enough to injure her, but just hard enough to leave her bum red and sensitive and to initiate her into the world of bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. “You may speak now,” he told her. “Would you like me to stop, or would you like me to continue?”
“Continue,” she moaned.
“I had hoped you would say that,” Ethan said. “If at any time you want me to stop, say, ‘pizza,’ and I will stop. That is your safe word. Do you understand?” He told her quickly.
“I understand,” Kylie replied, and a sweet smile drew in her beautiful face.
While still on his lap, Ethan spread her legs apart and reached between them with his hand. Finding her wet core, he feels her moist, and he slid his index and middle finger into her. He knew that this was her first time, but he had no interest in coddling her. He began to finger fuck her then, gently at first, and then moving faster and harder until her cunt began to squirt hot fluid all over his hand, and her moans turned to shrieks of pleasure. It is pure bliss for her.
Now that he knew that her wet core was moist enough to take his full girth, he led her to the floor and put her on all fours. He hiked her ass into the air, spread her legs, and pushed her face to the floor. Before he even thought about entering her though, he took her left hand and led it to her clit and showed her how to pleasure herself further while he fucked her, and taught her how to remain balanced on her two legs and her right arm by using her forehead on the floor as a stabilizer.
Once Ethan could see that Kylie had a good rhythm with her hand and her clit, he lined his swollen member up with her wet core and plunged it in as hard as he could. Kylie gasped as her hymen broke, but she did not slow down, nor did she say “pizza.” Instead, she began to rock her body to meet his motions. She was giving him a signal to continue what he was doing. Ethan moves harder and harder, and he hears Kylie’s moan while enchanting his name.
“Love, harder! Ah…. ah… deeper love, deeper!” She moaned.
“Ah… honey, you’re such a tease. Do you like it?”
Kylie didn’t answer him, yet she moved faster to met his erotic motions.
When they were done, and just beginning to clean up, Kylie asked Ethan to tell her something about himself that she didn’t already know.
“For starters,” Ethan replied, “I am not a good person.”
“What do you mean?” Kylie wondered.
“On the day that my mother married Old Mr. Parker, his old parents died. Then, on the day that she gave birth to me, another person who was close to our family died. According to my family, I am cursed. Over the years, other bad things happened until, when I was eight years old, Old Mr. Parker realized that it was too much trouble to care for me, so he sold me into slavery.”
Kylie gasped. “Are you saying that you were a sex slave at the age of eight? That is horrible!”
Ethan shook his head and said, “It was the Thai She-Male Theater that he sold me to. If he could have sold me as a sex slave, and it would have brought him more money, I am sure that he would have, but I don’t think he had those kinds of connections…”
“I cannot even begin to guess what that was like for you,” Kylie said as she led him to the bathroom and turned on the water to run a bath.
“Over the years, many children have been either abducted or sold to the theater. We were forced to dress up like girls, and they injected us with female growth hormones. They wanted us to have breasts, but also a penis. For some reason, it amused the tourists and, if they had the money, they were allowed to touch us or have their way with us so, in a way that never occurred to me before, I suppose that I was sold as a sex slave.”
Kylie shuddered at the thought of these dreadful things. “What about the police?” Kylie asked. “Why wasn’t the theater ever shut down and brought to justice?
“It is never as easy as that,” Ethan sighed. “The theater bribed the police, so they stayed away. Or, if they were perverts, they came to the show and received special benefits for free. It was awful at first, but, like anything, we all got used to it over time.”
Kylie stepped into the bathtub, and Ethan followed her lead. They sat down together, and Kylie began to wash his back. She had not known anyone anywhere else suffered as he had, and it occurred to her that she’d led a very sheltered life.
“Do I scare you?” Ethan asked. “Not everyone makes love in the way that we just did. It is something that I learned in the theater, and I don’t know that I could do it any other way. In fact, I am capable of much more heinous acts…”
“No,” Kylie replied. “You do not scare me, and the fact that you feel safe enough in my arms to tell me your story, it only makes me love you more. Furthermore, I enjoyed every single thing you did to me, and I look forward to you teaching me new things. What is that kind of sex is that called again?”
“It is called BDSM,” Ethan told her. “It stands for bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. ( BDSM An umbrella term used to describe a sexual practice that involves the use of physical control, psychological power, or pain. It typically includes the components of bondage and discipline, domination and submission, or sadism or masochism). I am glad that you enjoyed it.”
Kylie: “How did you escape?”
“One day,” Ethan explained, “after many years, when they were preparing to castrate me, the illegal organization was uncovered by the F. B. I. And we were rescued. When I arrived back home, I was so broken that I could not control myself. I attacked all of the women around me until, finally, Old Mr. Parker decided to send me to a Mental Health clinic that was far from where I lived. It was on the way to the airport that I met you.”
Chapter 133: The First Woman I Encountered
Kylie got puzzled, then she asked him, “Me?”
“Yes,” Ethan replied. “You. And you were the first woman I encountered that I did not feel the urge to attack. At the time, you were fighting with a few boys. Your school uniform was mixed with muddy water and blood. Although you had been beaten miserably, you were still aggressive. Before then, I had only known weak women, but you showed me how strong a woman could actually be.”
Kylie did not know what to say.
“But when I saw you,” he continued, “I am embarrassed to say that I walked over to you, picked up your sneakers, and threw them into the sewer.”
“Ethan,” Kylie snarled, “you had my sympathy, but now it seems that you are actually a psychopath. I had forgotten about that. After throwing away my shoes, you tried to fight me. You said that I was the first woman you encountered that you did not feel the urge to attack, but you did attack me.”
“I may have attacked you,” Ethan replied, “but I still thought you were the most charming girl that I’d ever met.”
Now that Kylie remembered the first time she’d met Ethan, she was very angry. He had attacked her and thrown her shoes into the sewers. “Those shoes,” she yelled, “Did you know that those shoes are the only relics that my mother left for me? I had to go through the sewers to get them back!”
“I am sorry,” Ethan said. “Please forgive me. You are my angel, and I am yours – even if you don’t know it…”
Suddenly Kylie found herself in a position that she didn’t want to be in. On the one hand, if she didn’t forgive him for the things he’d done, she would miss out on the true love that she’d found. On the other hand, she was still very bitter about having to go to the sewers and dredge through block after block of piss, shit, and garbage.
“I may have done that one bad thing to you,” Ethan continued as they switched positions in the bathtub, “but I’d like to think that I made it up to you over time. At the age of thirteen, I was the one who pulled you out from under the big truck that landed on top of you. At the age of fifteen, I was the person who climbed up the big tree and watched you through your window. After Pupu was driven away by you, I was the one who adopted him… For the last fourteen years I have been watching out for you, only you never knew it.”
“I wish that I could have done more, though. When I saw Laurence beating you, I really wanted to kill him. I wasn’t strong enough, though, so I couldn’t protect you from that. Furthermore, I knew that if he saw me, it would get you into trouble.”
Not wanting to discuss the matter any further, Kylie reached behind her, took Ethan’s hand, and brought it around so that he was cupping her right breast. With his hand on top of hers, she encouraged him to fondle her, and, before long, she could feel his penis grow stiff behind her.
***
The next morning, Kylie awoke to the touch of Ethan’ fingers on her wet core. They were cold, and she cried out in pain. “Whatever you are doing,” she cried, “please stop.”
“I am sorry, my sweet,” Ethan replied. “When I woke up, I checked your wet core and saw that it was still red and swollen. I have some cold cream in my bag that I put on my shoulders when they are sore. It works pretty well for me, so I thought that it might help you too…”
“You moron,” she snapped, “You cannot put Dr. Pat’s Ultra Freeze on my wet core. Didn’t you read the instructions, you asshole! It is for external use only. My cunt feels like it is on fire!”
“Does it hurt?” Ethan replied as an apologetic look flashed over his face.
Kylie ignored his question, got out of bed, and tried to get dressed as quickly as she could. As she flexed her legs, though, to put on her pants, she realized the full extent of her pain. It wasn’t only her wet core, either as she flexed her legs, pain shot down from her groin, and right to the tips of her toes. She felt as though she had been split in half and, only now, her body was trying to pull itself together again.
“I have an idea,” Ethan said as he drew her attention to his groin, which hosted an enormous erection. “Perhaps all that you need to help you heal is my hard member up inside you.”
“You are shameless,” Kylie snared. “The only reason I am in pain is because of that villainous snake. I hope you don’t think that I will be letting it near me again anytime soon!”
“It’s good to have sex,” Ethan replied. “We did it on the floor, and then in the bathtub, and each time, you loved it. Perhaps next time, we could do it on the balcony or in the swimming pool. Either option would be cool with me.”
“Ethan,” Kylie growled, “I don’t want to talk with you anymore right now. I am angry, and you are annoying me!”
Having said that, Kylie turned her head away from him and pouted. “You said that I was your angel. If you aren’t careful, though, I will be your angel of death.”
Ethan frowned and said, “It seems to me that we need to learn how to communicate better between us.”
“That is up to you,” Kylie replied. “If you can be a good boy, then there is no reason that we can’t talk like adults. If you continue to push me though, then I will cut you out of my life. I don’t need you, not even for sex, not now that you’ve taught me how to masturbate.”
Ethan was struck dumb and found that, as Kylie left the room, he could do nothing but watch her go.
Chapter 134: Malicious Humor
Later that day, Kylie and Ethan met up for lunch. Kylie was still feeling angry but, when he pulled her into his arms to hug her, she allowed it and even went as far as to give him a peck on the lips. She had decided that she was going to let him off the hook for throwing her shoes into the sewer, but she would not make it easy on him. Furthermore, her wet core still hurt from the cold cream he’d applied to it, and she definitely wanted to hold him accountable for that.
As she pulled away, he tried to hold her and give her a kiss, but she would not allow him. “I am not ready for this,” she said coldly.
Ethan frowned and said, “If you don’t let me, then I won’t talk to you. Furthermore, I will spread malicious rumors about you!”
“Fine,” Kylie snorted. “See if I care. No one will take your word over mine. It doesn’t have to be this way, though. All I am asking is for you to respect my boundaries, and to not speak to me in such a malicious manner.”
Kylie suddenly noticed that Ethan had something in his hand that he was trying to conceal. “What do you have there?” she asked.
Ethan nervously met her eyes as he slowly opened his hand to reveal a box of birth control pills. Kylie’s eyes furrowed as she read the box: “Yasmin 28.”
Ethan took Kylie’s hand and tried to press the contraceptive into her hands. “I am not trying to pressure you into having sex right away,” he told her, “but I do think we should be prepared for when we do. Last night, we had unprotected sex, not once, but twice, and neither one of us gave a second thought to the possibility of you getting pregnant. Even now, you might be, but I highly doubt it. Somebody once told me that you couldn’t get pregnant the first time.”
Kylie took the medicine and asked him, “If you cared so much about me, as you said you do, why didn’t you wear a condom last night?”
“I wasn’t thinking,” Ethan replied lamely. “I wasn’t expecting it to happen, and then I was lost in the moment just as much as you were. After all, a woman is just as responsible as a man is.”
After lunch, Faith helped Kylie to move out of the Toprak Mansion. Although she didn’t know why Kylie was moving out, she didn’t ask any questions. Her luggage was moved to the Merlin Villa, and then they went to the opening ceremony to meet Lucas. When they arrived, she was surprised to see that Laurence was there also.
In front of everyone, Laurence approached Kylie and confronted her. “You promised not hurt Khloe,” he scolded her, “but you caused her to have a miscarriage. Are you a monster? I am sorry about what happened to your mother, but you had no right to take it out on Khloe!”
Kylie looked at him, coldly. “How exactly,” she wondered, “are you sorry about what happened to my mother?”
Laurence didn’t know what to say, so he frowned and said, “It’s not a good time to talk about this right now. This is your speech. At the very least, you should say some pleasant words on her behalf.”
Khloe scowled but said nothing.
“You know,” Laurence said, “if Khloe makes it to the Oscars this year, it will be good for all of us. Garcia Entertainment needs it…”
“After everything that happened to my mother,” Kylie scowled, “are you trying to tell me that I still owe some loyalty to Garcia Entertainment and to the pigs that run it; yourself and Khloe included?”
“Kylie!” Laurence snapped. “You are twisting my words. Stop thinking about yourself sometimes. Your sister is in the hospital. Is it too much to ask you to do something nice for her?”
At this, Kylie laughed and walked away from her father. Once she was gone, he turned to Lucas and said,
“Watch her. If she does something wrong, stop her.”
“Yes, sir,” Lucas nodded.
The opening ceremony started at eight, and all of the attendees were famous stars in the entertainment industry. Kylie, as the lead actress, was to appear last, but she was not wearing a gorgeous dress. Before anything started, though, she had autographs to sign and pictures to pose for. She was a little bit nervous, but Faith comforted her by saying, “Don’t be afraid. I will stay with you.”
Kylie nodded. She would not be afraid. Today was the first day that she would begin her official battle and scheme to overthrow Khloe and Garcia Entertainment.
“I’m ready,” Kylie said as she strode over to the table that had been set up for her.
The location of the event was not big, and there were less than one hundred journalists in attendance. Kylie knew it would be broadcast live and that almost everyone in the world would be watching her; of course, she felt nervous, but she felt empowered. For the first time in her life, she felt that the words that came out of her mouth could, potentially, change the course of history.
The host introduced Kylie and, when she walked on stage, the media was bemused. Once they got over their shock, though, they began to take as many pictures as they could, as fast as they could. Normally, when an actress or actor took the stage, they were wearing the best suits or dresses that money could buy. Often they were one of a kind and had been designed especially for them. What Kylie was wearing, though, was completely different and not at all what they’d expected.
All around the world, jaws dropped, nearly to the floor. People gasped, while other people chuckled and began to gossip about her. As for the designers in attendance, they looked at each other and said, “She should have come to us if she needed help…”
Chapter 135: Her Positive Thought
Kylie posed gracefully in front of the crowd and did a twirl that showed off her dress. Speaking into the microphone, she said, “First of all, please take a look at the dress I’m wearing.”
Hearing this statement, the host was confused as to what she meant. The dress that Kylie was wearing was ordinary because Kylie was the heroine in most movies. Most people probably expected her to be dressed better than she was, but the dress she was wearing looked no different from any old dress they might find at a local Sears Outlet or Wal-Mart.
Staring at Kylie, the host tried to think of an answer to this conundrum. Often international designs could take unexpected forms. In one instance, he had seen snakeskin pockets both on the inside of a skirt and on the outside as well. The host reckoned that perhaps the dress Kylie was wearing was some similar fashion statement that he was unfamiliar with.
The host offered Kylie a flattering smile and said, “Although the pattern of your dress looks simple, the workmanship appears to be really meticulous. I can only assume that this dress was the creation of some big-name brand or well-known creator.”
Kylie returned the host’s smile, then turned to one of the reporters and asked them if he had any different thoughts about the dress. The reporters looked at each other and shook their heads in silence. After a few moments, a reporter that was standing behind the crowd raised her hand and said, “I’ve seen it in a fashion magazine, but it seems that there are some differences. Is this a custom made dress?”
Kylie nodded and gave her a thumb up. “Actually,” she said, “everyone has seen this dress. It is a summer dress, and it was on the cover of a fashion magazine. But…”
Grabbing a corner of her dress, Kylie tore it forcefully. It had been purposefully stitched together in a casual manner so that she could tear it easily. Seeing this display, the reporters froze in astonishment. When they got over their astonishment, though, their collective cameras began to flash. To their surprise, beneath the dress she’d been wearing, there was a near-exact duplicate of the first. They can’t guess what she was trying to figure out this time.
The first dress was a close copy of the second, but most people could easily see the difference between the genuine dress and the copy. The real dress was exquisite in a way that the copy was not. Kylie held the copy in her hands and began to point out the differences between the two dresses.
Tossing the counterfeit to the ground, Kylie addressed the crowd. “How many of us are living counterfeit lives? Living in the judgment of most people who believe the lies posted on the social media platform,” she wondered. “This new line is a call out for women to shed their old wardrobes, as a snake would shed its skin, and begin living authentic lives!”
What Kylie did and said, surprised everyone. They don’t know that Kylie has this kind of deep thinking and a positive mindset. Feeling inspired, they began to clap until the sound of their applause could be heard from blocks away. Even the other actors that stood beside her clapped and smiled. The host was completely dumbfounded as she watched Kylie bow slightly and walked off of the stage.
Once she was gone, the place entered a chaotic state. Laurence’s face darkened again as Faith and Lucas excitedly gave each other high-fives. The whole production had been streamed live on the internet, and, as the comments came in, small pockets of people cheered as they watched their phone. “Holy moly!” one woman shouted. “Kylie Finch is amazing! She is more than a woman. She is a goddess!”
“I originally went online to blacken her reputation,” a short bald man replied, “but she has won me over to her side. Not only is she easy on the eyes, but she is also smart. I would never have guessed it…”
“That was quite a slap in the reporter’s face,” the short man’s wife said as she laughed. “Kylie took the stage, faced the reporters, and put them in their place. It was marvelous. Kylie is a wonder. Just look at the host’s face. It is as dark as ink. He is guilty. Kylie has taken on the world and put it in its place.”
Everyone there agreed with everything that they were reading on the internet. Everything that was written about Kylie was positive from fans, fellow stars, and industry moguls, and a new Gif was created by a fan in honor of her success. The moment he posted it to his Twitter account, it went viral. All of the negative attention Kylie had previously received was swept away by this one grand gesture. Even the designer of the dress had taken to the internet to sing Kylie’s praise. She had not expected such a speech from Kylie. Once she heard it, though, she made a call to the magazine in the hopes of a future collaboration with Kylie.
Unfortunately, the producer and Laurence were not as keen as the general public was. They surrounded Kylie as soon as she stepped off the stage. “Kylie Finch,” Laurence shouted, “are you insane? Why did you talk such nonsense in the face of the media?!?!”
“Who do you think you’re, you slutty bitch!” snapped the producer. “How dare you make use of us to raise your own popularity?”
Two sponsors blocked Kylie’s car and pointed their fingers in her face as they yelled at her. Kylie pushed their fingers away and said, “If you people are not acting responsibly, how is that my fault?”
“We’ve invested tens of millions of dollars into your campaign,” one of them said, “but now it’s all gone! It would be best if you had to pay it back, plus damages. Could you wait until we get our lawyers involved? That will be the end of you!”