I remember one very stormy night. It was mid-October, and an early winter had already set in. Well, on my way home from a business meeting, my car slid off the road and got stuck in a small ditch on the side of the road. Needless to say I wasn't hurt by the accident, but still my car did not move.

Funny how I decided to take the country route home and I end up losing my car. I figured I'd best be starting to walk before I get frost-bitten. About four miles up the road I reached an old house. It looked abandoned, so I helped myself inside.

And it had been abandoned, for a long while in fact. There was no heat to speak of, and I was only wearing a light jacket. So I decided to search the house for clothing so that I could keep warm. I drug myself upstairs where I found a furnished bedroom. It was virtually untouched by age. It was warm inside it, the bed was freshly made, and all of the furtniture was dustless. Almost like someone had been living in there.

I thought it very strange, but kept it at that. It obviously was a woman's room judging my the design, and the clothes all were that of a medium sized woman. I damned myself for being too large to fit into any of them. It's very hard telling what you'd do when your freezing.

But the bed was made. And I decided to hop in. It never struck me that someone would be living here. After all, why would they keep the entire house in such poor condition, yet only this bedroom clean?

The bed was the most comfortable I've slept on in years. It was practically like I had been sleeping on a layer of air. I pulled the sheet and blanket over my body, and began to still. Waiting to get warm. And as soon as I was warm enough, falling asleep was no problem at all.

The bed was not small at all. In fact, it was almost too much for a single person. And the blankets smelled very fresh. Like they were recently cleaned. But it really did not matter to me. Because I was tired, hungry and just wanted to let this storm pass and get a new start in the morning.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, I awoke. Having the best night's sleep I've had in years. I lie there in this wonderful bed for a while, not even opening my eyes. But something was wrong. My hands could not move. They were stuck. But how. And then I seen why.

I looked to my right, and there she was. A tall beautifully dressed woman. She seemed to still be sleeping. But somehow, perhaps by means of some sixth sense, I knew she was not.

So I struggled with my restraints, but to no sucess. And finally I gave up. But what would happen to me? And who was this that slept next to me. And as soon as I asked myelf that question in my mind, she turned her head, and revealed her bright green eyes. They were entrancing. I could not sop starring at them.

"I see you are awake now", she said as she took the blanket off herself.

"Who are you? Why am I restrained?", I countered.

But she did not answer. Instead she simply got up and walked to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of long black leather gloves. And slowly put them on, and reached into another drawer for a needle.

My breathing became heavier, and I knew not what she was doing. She had a smile on her face. And the smile even seemed innocent. Enough that I did not resist when she put that needle into my skin and flushed the liquid into my soul.

"What, what is that?", I muttered. I soon realized it must be some sort of drug, because I felt a haze, and could hardly talk.

"Shh, my sweet darling. I have trapped you in my web. Like a spider would it's prey. You are mine. Do not fight what I have given you. For it will only make you worse"

And I did as she asked. I did not fight it. This mysterious woman went then back to her dresser and pulled out a pair of sissors. They were long, and the reflection from the stainless steel made them seem only sharper. She slowly walked back around to me. And I layed helpless as she slowly cut into the fabric of my clothes. She had cut my shirt open and removed it, along with my trousers. I only lay there with underwear. Which was soon to go with the rest.

"There, now I can enjoy you much better", she said, almost with a jokingly giggle.

She went to her closet, and opened the door. She looked inside and had discovered that I had ransacked it in search of warm clothing.

"This cannot do. You have trampled on my space. And you must surely pay for your damage.", she reported as she turned her head to me. Her eyes had turned into a bright red. Like fire, and beneath her slim lips I could make out fangs. It is only the drugs, I told myself. But a she walked closer, my faith in such an explaination diminished.

"I will pay for it. I promise. Every cent. Don't hurt me.", I was very afraid now. She kept walked torwards me. She was still smiling. I could not keep my attention from her eyes. They were paralyzing me. Or were they, maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it's just the drugs.

And she grasped my penis with her gloved hand, and she pulled hard. She squeezed very hard. The pain was awefull. And she began to rub it. Hard, enough that it was red with disturbance. But still, it invoked me to harden, And she just continued to stroke it with the same firmness as before.

"I see you like my gloved hands. It's a good thing you do, I would hate to have to ruin such a nice pair of gloves", she wispered in my ear. And now I was relaxed. But though, inside I was frightned for my life.

"Yes, I love your gloves", I scream, "They are so very soft. I love you as if you were a godess. I am yours."

Her lips reached down to my throat and she kissed me very lightly. Her other hand covered my mouth, and she began tilting my head back. She continued to do so until it cracked with stress. No, it wasn't broken, but it was hurting.

"You were mine ever since you came into my front door. Now I shall take what is mine", and with that she slowly stuck her fangs into my neck. The pain that soared into my body was somewhat faded by her continual work on my penis. Her lips created a tight seal around my neck, and she began to suck.

And for what seemed like an eternity, she drank of me. I tried to scream, but her hand did not allow my mouth to breath. My orgasm had just begun, and she tightned her grip. The cum could not escape, and it was building quickly.

I began to shake, but somehow she was able to hold me. And my penis hurt very so. My eyes began to blur, and I could not breath. I was trying. I was sufficating. My head turned into a rampage of pain, as I struggle to stay alive.

I was still awake when her teeth were removed from my flesh. Her lips were soaked with my blood. And she used my shirt, which she had taken from me, to clean herself. Her hand had been removed from my mouth, so I tried to talk, but I could not. And even if I could have, I don't know what I would have said. She released her other hand from my penis, and as soon as that happened, a sudden ruch of blood and cum came from inside me. She nodded down, and engulfed my penis with her mouth. Her fang had dug into it as well, and she began to drink the blood and cum.

And that is all I remember. As I woke, I was inside my car at the side of the road. It was not ditched, and it was still running. My lady was no where to be found. So I drove home. It had been four days. That I found out when I returned home. I cannot account for the other three days. My Doctor says that as I progress, I may be able to recall memories from those times. But for now, what I have told you is all I can remember.

I did find a letter in the passenger seat of my car. It was from my lady. She explained the pleasure I had brought her, and how I would meet her again. My wife, nor family, nor anyone except you knows of this letter. But I can certainly tell you that I still have it, and I actually look forward to that date.

It's been almost twelve years now. And I can still remember it as it were yesterday. I haven't been able to conjure memories from those times. I've tried a psychic, and psychologist, hypnotist, and anything else I could think of. But those memories I suppose, are gone forever.

But yet, a strange thing did happen. One day, I moved into my car, and found a small black leather glove. A very short one. I looked it over, something like it could only fit on a child's hand. And inside it was a note. Somehow I knew it was from my mysterious lady. I looked over the note, and it read:

My friend, You have a child. We have a child. She is very eager to meet you. She is still very young, and has many things to learn. But she takes after her mother and will probably turn out to be just like me. You will visit me soon. It will happen as a matter of destiny, so there is nothing you can do. Until then, do take care of yourself, because I do enjoy you so very much. Your Mistress

The scariest part of the letter is, I think her prophecy will come true tomorow.

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