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The Blood Plant is as ancient as the darkest jungles of Africa from which it came. Its recorded origins have been lost through the 1000s of years it has been surviving, and breeding. Once worshipped by long ago tribes as a god, it now is found in only a few scattered corners of the modern world. Those that know its dark secrets are servants to their eternal craving of its vines, that, when consumed, give the nourishment of life without aging...
Those who "serve" the Blood Plant have been given many names over the centuries, "Vampire" - "Nesferatu" - "Witch" - "Necromancer" and like all legends bear some semblance of truth. No longer strictly human, they walk the earth immune to the disease of mortality, yet they are cursed with the never ending of cycle of stalking victims, the feast, and the returning hunger.
Prince Veruna was such a man. He was initiated into the Order during the first Crusade, and since has been one of the few to make his home in the New World of the Americas. Going now as simply "Mr. Jamison" he can barely recall those early years of his mortal life in Northern Italy, where he was a nobleman, the eldest son of a landed Knight.
He now makes his home in a quiet township in Pennsylvania, the sole occupant of an upscale stone manor house on a large country acreage. He appears as a man in his early 30s, well built, 6"1" tall with wavy medium length black hair and bright grey eyes, and very fair skin.
His speech is accented slightly, as his dealings with the outside world are rare. He learns much of the bustling of the new century from his cable TV, and studied the ways of modern man so as to blend in.
The custom of "Halloween" came as a pleasant surprise to him, as it enabled him to seek new victims at the time of year when his cravings were the strongest, at the mid point between the summer and winter solstice, towards the end of October on the Arabian 12 month calendar. He would need to feed the Blood Plant soon, and then feast of its life giving juices.
Early in the evening of the Saturday night that fell on Halloween that year, the Prince prepared for the hunt. He would drive the residential neighborhoods in search of a maiden who was in the process of her menstruation, and as yet untouched by a man. As a servant of the Blood Plant, Prince Veruna's senses were as keen as a trained bloodhound for that scent, and his eyesight and hearing were well above any mortal mans. He had been transformed long ago to hunt a certain prey...
Dressed in a costume of "Prince Charming" in a blue decorated tunic, dark red cape with silver lining, above the knee leather boots and white tights, with a black belt and calve skin gloves, and a very real 3 1/2' rapier and 12" dagger, he drove out into the night to find his newest bride. There was a costume party to be held at a community center, some hours drive away at 8:00PM and he felt that he would find what he needed there.
After arriving he noted it was a busy gathering, and many cars were parked around the simple wooden building, that was down the road from the town. It was heavily wooded, and a small creek ran past on one side, with the main parking lot on the far side, and a small bridge that connected a pathway from the parking lot to the grounds.
The place was made up as a haunted house, and was lavishly decorated. The sign indicated it was a teen dance. "Monster Mash" was playing loudly inside and many young people were coming in and out of the dance. His senses were attuned to the damp night air, and he waited nearby, hidden in the thick trees and watched the comings and goings of the mortal revelers.
Collette was 18, 5' 5" and 110 lbs. She was Caucasian, a red head, with large breasts, and a virgin, and she was just starting her monthly cycle. She was having a great time at the dance as there were all kinds of cute guys there. She went as a vampiress, dressed in a long sleeved low cut black leotard, red fishnets, black velvet boots with a 6" heel that went to her knees, black gloves, a red cape, a long black wig, deep red lipstick, pale foundation, garish blue eye shadow and dark eye liner.
She had very nice breasts that she augmented with tissue paper, to make her look much bustier. She had plastic fangs that she could wear, and a small leather pouch on her belt with her makeup and a few personal items. She looked good enough to eat. Her friends were sneaking in all kinds of booze, and she was drinking rye and coke. She didn't like it but she wanted to fit in. By 10:00 she was feeling the booze, as she was not a drinker.
She needed a feminine pad, and to her dismay she forgot to bring any with her, so she approached her friend Ashley, and asked if she had one. "I have some in the glove compartment of my mom's car," she said.
"Here, just take the keys and go grab one." Ashley said.
"Thanks, this is such a pain," Collette replied. She knew Ashley's car was in the parking lot and normally, she would not have gone alone, but she was very tipsy, and she didn't care. She wanted a dance with Brad, and she needed to get this out of the way first. She went out into the night and walked down the path and over the small bridge, making a "clip-clack-clip" sound as her high heeled boots clattered over the structure.
The Dark Prince smelled her pungent innocence before she came into view, he knew a maiden was approaching. She could not have been any more noisy, crunching over the gravel in her outlandish boots! He waited to see if she was alone, but if she was not, the sword he carried was not just for show. He had killed many escorts before with its razor sharp edge.
Collette opened up the front passenger door and fished through the glove compartment, and found her pad. She closed the door and turned to go when she was startled out of her mildly liquored state by a handsome man standing only 6 feet from her. He was obviously the father, or brother of some girl or boy at the party, and she was taken by his costume. She could clearly see his bulging manhood in his crotch, and he was very handsome, she couldn't help but stare at him, even though she was very intimidated and shy around older men.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man said with a very becoming smile, "I came to get my camera, and wouldn't you know it, I forgot the thing at home." He laughed and shook his head.
"Oh, that's too bad!" Collette replied. "Are you picking somebody up"
"Yes, I was going to get a few pictures of the dance, and drive my sister home, I was actually at another party at a friend's house," he replied. "How is the dance going"
"Oh its cool, I... I just came out to get my lipstick case," Collette said, "I-I guess I should going back in."
The Prince knew they were alone. "Do you want a quick toke before we go" he asked and produced a small bong.
"I don't normally do this stuff but hey, its Halloween," he said.
She couldn't say no to the hunk, and hoped he was single, she was thinking to herself. "Sure, just a few tokes for me." She said cautiously.
"Lets stand over here, I don't want the police to drive past us," he said, and motioned her to come over to the nearby trees. He was SO neat, Collette thought, unusually at ease with the man, and wondered if he noticed her legs yet. He had, but above all her scent was like a strong perfume, and he hungered for what her body could give.
He lit up the marijuana cig that was heavily laced with a potent, expensive, Turkish hashish oil and gave her a toke. "Its not very strong" he lied, "take a deep hit." Collette inhaled as best she could and held the smoke down into her lungs. She was high after the first hit. She almost dropped the bong, and he took it from her and inhaled deeply.
Collette staggered, and was caught in his arms. She was floating, and couldn't remember where she was, she knew the handsome man had his arms around her waist and was holding her to him. She liked that just fine.
The Prince kissed her suddenly, forced her mouth open with his tongue, and blew the smoke down into her lungs. Collette stood there close to him, and let the Prince have her. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her deeply. She felt the smoke go down and she almost coughed, but it was so smooth. She exhaled softly and opened her bleary eyes, "Ughh, immm, ughhh!" was all she could say.
The Prince held the "high" bonged-out teen, making sure she didn't fall, and then, suddenly, picked her up, and dropped the bong on the grass. She moaned softly, drifting in a drugged stupor, her head limp, her shapely legs and arms dangling down. She was high as a proverbial kite, and didn't care where she was any longer. He carried her to his waiting "chariot," a black, four door Lexus sedan, and placed her into the back seat.
Her eyes fluttered, "Where... are... we... going" she whispered, as her boots were slid off and her legs were placed up on the seat.
"You have a date with the gods," the Prince replied, and closed the door.
Had she heard that right Collette lay in the back seat on the drive back to the manor house, she garbled the occasional nonsense but otherwise did not cause any trouble. She dreamed of meeting a handsome prince, who carried her away to a fairy castle in the forest, to be his bride...
In the dank, converted wine cellar of the manor house an ancient plant awaited new nourishment.
The next thing Collette new she was staring up at a high vaulted stone ceiling, in a cold damp basement. She could not remember being taken here, and had a fragmented memory of the man who had drugged her with the laced joint. She was lying on a thick Persian rug, about 12'x 20', her head swam from the hashish, and she tried to get her bearings.
Her clothing and wig had been removed, and discarded into a pile on the carpet. She was completely naked, and her long red hair covered her pale shoulders. Her wrists were bound by leather straps to two iron rings set about 4' apart, that were set in the floor.
Her head was propped up with soft pillows, her legs were not bound, nor was she gagged. She was a bit cold, but not overly so. "Hey, where am I!" she asked, her voice echoed in the chamber, "Hello, hello!"
It was a 30' x 50' room with a wooden floor and stonewalls. There was a door behind her, and a small electric lamp torch was lit above the door, spilling light and long shadows in the room. There were no windows. Her apprehension mounted as she realized she had been kidnapped and brought here by the strange man. Was he going to ravish her she thought fearfully.
She remembered the outline of his dong in his tights, and she was afraid. He was a lot older than she was, she knew that. Maybe even 30. Part of her longed to see him again, but she was also fearful of what would happen if he came for her, and showed her his naked manhood. She tried her restraints but they were tight and strong. She could not get free.
Meanwhile, upstairs, "Mr. Jamison" relaxed with a glass of wine, it would be soon now...
Collette heard a rustling, like leaves on a floor it came from the darkened wall to her right that the dim light did not illuminate. A small red colored vine could be seen on the floor. "Hello" she said, in a small voice. More red vines moved slowly out of the shadows, they were thick, about 6 inches in diameter, and covered with small leaves and whitish colored veins around each. "EEEEEEH!!" Collette screamed. She pulled and bucked to try and free herself, but she could not.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!" she screamed. The Prince could hear here from upstairs, he knew now that she was awake. Collette's heart raced and her eyes were wide. Something was in the room with her, something very frightening. A large, red, egg shaped plant moved towards the bound girl. Its body was about 6' long, and it was 4' wide, it had many leafy, tentacled vines and a bright green, oval shaped protrusion at one end, the size of a large melon.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING!" she shrieked. She was panting now, her heart racing very fast. One of the vines snaked out and slid around her ankle, she felt its warm touch as it pulled her leg taught. She bucked and kicked but the other vine did the same with her other ankle. Her legs were pulled taught. The plant moved slowly towards here, pulled along by its grotesque legs. Colette continued to scream until she was hoarse.
The Blood Plant could sense the menstruation of the girl and instinctively reacted. More vines snaked around her arms and her chest. She was held firm in its alien embrace. A vine with a large white flower head appeared, and moved within inches of her face, and suddenly sprayed a mist from its center, which covered her face in a sticky white, stringy goo.
"Nooo, ughh!" she cried. Minutes later she felt a deep warmth ooze through her body, and she gradually relaxed. Her legs were not held as tightly any longer.
She felt heavily sedated. She was now intoxicated with the potent neural concoction coursing through her veins. She was now ready for intercourse, her cunt was engorged.
She was held firm by the monster plant, and she could see another vine move under her. She could feel pressure against her rear end as the vine pressed against her ass. The vines narrow end thrust past her puckered anus. Her body was completely relaxed by the venom, and the vine entered her easily from behind, slowly sliding its massive length into her most private of holes.
It self lubricated through small fissures, and the plant grease eased the passage of its invasion into Collette's stretched anus. She could feel the massive plant pushing far into her depths. The vine slid almost a foot into her rectum, leaves and all. Collette lay impaled on its huge trunk, her limbs caressed by the vines that had entwined her. She was perfectly balanced now. Her cunt lips were now getting itchy, and a terrible longing spread through her. She knew that she was powerless to resist its unholy desires...
She lay there, stupefied, her naked skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The green protrusion at the front of the horrid plant blossomed open, displaying a purple flower with a large white banana shaped rod in the center. The rod moved slowly out. It was at least 4 inches in girth and thickly ridged with small red veins.
She knew where it was going... and her body longed to be filled with its potency. Her loins were on fire with longing, she needed to be "plugged" with something, anything. She could not stand it any longer. The penis of the Blood Plant positioned itself at the opening of her pink innocence, and pushed past her vaginal lips.
It slid into her depths, and past her maidenhood with a wet sound. "Ughhhh!" Collette gasped aloud as it ploughed away her girlhood, grinding deep into her blood soaked, menstruating, virgin tunnel.
Her prince charming had come for her after all! She could smell him close, caressing her, she knew his manhood would find her girl sex. The plants penis grew in girth and it moved slowly in and out of Collette's depths, the thickly ridged veins rubbing her to a drugged climax.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She cried, she was out of her mind with her first orgasm, she could see bright colors and thrashed her head wildly as the eightteen year old screamed anew, "Take me, I don't care if my parents are downstairs!" she sputtered. She bucked and kicked, but was held firm by the warm embrace of her mate.
The Blood Plants penis sucked her menstrual blood into its pores, depositing it into the egg body for processing. This was the essence of its ancient purpose.
The feeding could not be done with a girl-child, as the plant would not feed, and most times it would not feed more than menstrual blood, but sometimes it did, causing death or near death through blood loss, but that was rare...
After bringing the girl to another series of shuddering orgasms, the engorged penis flooded her opening with a warm, mind numbing liquid. She lost consciousness after several minutes, her brain succumbing to the narcotic venom. She was a woman now, wed to the beastly plant- thing...
She awoke early the next morning, dumped in a town alleyway with her belongings, dressed only in her tights that were soaked in the crotch. She had a terrible, but hazy tale of a moonlit meeting with a strange, handsome, prince, who "took her away" to his castle, where he feasted on her innocence (Some of her friends thought it sounded very romantic but didn't say so). She could only remember small parts, and she was terribly traumatized.
Years ago, peasants blamed unholy things for such unexplained acts, giving rise to many dark myths and legends, terrifying a superstitious people.
The police were never able to find the culprit, despite a large investigation. It would remain an unsolved rape.
Collette was not the same for many years, and would sometimes yearn for her prince in her dreams, calling out for him in her troubled, restless sleep...
That night Prince Veruna feasted on the Blood Plants vines, as they would grow back, and consumed the age defying substance that they provided. His deep hunger would be satisfiedified for almost a month, but then would return anew. He was forever cursed by the hunger of the Blood Plant, forever feeding it, and feeding from it.
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- Published: May 28, 2010
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