CHAPTER ONE Handsome vampire Oribe paused while tapping at his computer. A new shipment of cows was being brought in today, and he looked forward to seeing the new class of girls. Females were brought in from the city on a weekly basis. Some were good fits, some not, but it was Oribe’s job to figure out who belonged on the farm. “Come on, little hucow,” he said, shaking a leash at Jenny. Jenny was a sixteen year-old blonde who’d been entrusted to him by her father. The bastard had been one of Oribe’s customers, and he’d secretly dosed his daughter with the magical pink tablets provided by Oribe. The result was this. A docile, sixteen year-old blonde, who followed Oribe around each day like the good little hucow she was. She had only become verbal recently. Some hucows barely spoke when they first transitioned, reverting to moo’s to let their owner know when they needed to be milked. Jenny could manage a few sentences now, even though they weren’t really coherent. The little blonde leapt out of her doggy bed and crawled over to Oribe on her hands and knees, excitedly nudging his knee with her head. “Moo!” she cried joyfully. Oribe gazed down at her. Damn, but the little hucow was delicious. She had huge Double H tits on a tiny 5’5” frame, with a slim waist and wide, enticing hips. Her blonde hair ran all the way to her ass, and she had the most beautiful facial features – complete with luscious pink lips to suck his cock if he so desired. He looked even more
Jonathan is exposed to his unconscious sexual feelings during his meeting with the three vampire women. Upon the three vampire women’s entrance, Jonathan is immediately entranced and develops a longing for them. Jonathan notices that “All three had brilliant white teeth, that shone like pearls against the ruby of their
When the police go looking down Lover’s Lane, they find the car, empty and covered in large scratch marks. Slightly further down the lane, they come across a barbed wire fence, on which they find the couple’s carcasses hanging from meat hooks, stripped of internal organs. Despite many rigorous searches, the hook-hand lady has not been found. This story is told each year without fail to senior campers by senior staff at Camp Simpresca. This tradition started nearly 25 years ago and still continues today due to Camp Simpresca’s ongoing practices and young campers’ imminent curiosity. Although the senior campers are told not to talk about the Cow Lady and her story, to prevent scaring other children, it is inevitable that younger campers hear snippets of the story, thus creating anticipation that lasts for years until the young campers are old enough to experience BIVOUAC. The excitement of the younger campers allows the tradition to carry on for many years as their curiosity creates a suspense around the whole idea, allowing for The Cow Lady to be told over and over again, without people losing interest. Overall, society has told this story and will continue to tell this story for many years in the future due to its enticing plot that
With a cheeky grin, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Tom’s bent knees. When he saw the slight apprehension in
Her Kawaii shaped viridian eyes that have stared at me simultaneously, in intimacy and distance. Cupid's bow lips that I'm well acquainted with but yet, never shared an innocent kiss of hello or goodbye. Triangular cheekbones, and an upturned nose, that would give prominence in light and shadow shown on a black and white photograph; perky alert tits, firm tight buttocks, a vagina that opens like a rhododendron flower; skin so pale almost seemed prosthetic; jet black hair darker than a raven's feather, and an anus quaint and clean like a fossilized Tetracoralla on a Petoskey stone: Ultimately, all these amenities did not provide her with the perfection of angelic beauty but more the imperfection in sex appeal, as she stretched languorously, naked on black velvet covers, bored out of her silly little skull and yet, comfortable in salacious surroundings. Amber Summers was an experienced porn mannequin at 21 years of age (One could compare her to having as much experience as a dollar bill or a pound coin when came to the amount of handling she has undergone), and a winner of a Golden Clit award. Also known to have zealous panache when performing debauchery: which in contrast to her current state fetch quite the dualism: this happens to be my fault.
In this paper, I plan to put into conversation Bram Stoker's Text, "Dracula," with Appendix G: Gender. My working thesis: In the novel "Dracula," Bram Stoker analyzes the relationship between masculinity and femininity, as well as traditional gender roles. He not only critiques and depicts these gender roles within his characters, but also obscures these roles with the concept of vampirism. Specifically, Stoker uses the relationship between Jonathan and Mina Harker and their respective vamping by Count Dracula to portray these complex and convoluted gender norms. Bram Stoker pulls from several gender related texts and further develops them into his twisted vampire tale.
Lanzone flips a penny in the air as we wait anxiously for the verdict. It lands on heads. “Ahh, yes. She is mine now!” he celebrates rubbing his hands together gleefully imagining what he can do with this regal specimen lying on a bed near the bar in front of us. The sensual red light from strobe above the dance floor hits her face as she rolls over revealing her natural physical beauty. He thinks he can buy her from me but little does he know she is already mine, I was simply just leading him on for fun. “She looks so beautiful, doesn’t she?” I drive the point home. He responds “Yes, she does. She will make the perfect vampirette in our community. Everyone will love her,” as he kneels down and plays with her hair. I instantly get jealous and change the subject, “Don’t you need to pick up some refreshments for the club for daylight hour party later?” “Oh yea, thanks for reminding me.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula provides an immense amount of commentary about patriarchal society and gender roles. This is most evident through examination of the characters of Jonathan, Lucy and Mina. Using the supernatural figure of the vampire as a catalyst to examine these issues, Stoker illustrates male anxiety at female sexuality and the need for correction of women who do not adhere to the rigid gender norms of the Victorian era.
It was the year 1889 and I wanted a baby so desperately. You see a vampire like me is less likely to get pregnant than a steer. I was on the hunt for somebody’s baby to take. I had just relocated to the town Minneapolis when I heard a young girl not even the age of fifteen with two heart beats. I had found my next victim.
The way by which Dracula feeds, for instance, echo the mechanics of sexual intercourse: he waits to be beckoned into his victim’s bedroom, then he pierces her body in a way that makes her bleed. In the mind of men, this act has the same effect as a real sexual encounter—it transforms the woman from a repository of purity and innocence into an uncontrollably lascivious creature who inspires “wicked, burning desire” in men. Carter also explores sexuality in her lady vampire Countess Nosferatu. From her perspective, vampirism is a figure of menstruation. The Countess is initiated into vampire adulthood with a blood-lust for men: “When she was young...she contented herself entirely with baby rabbits...But now she is a woman, she must have men.” (page
“It was five minutes, and you already have two welts. If you’re a good kitten and stay completely still,” Castiel cracked down on her again and Nana cried out a little. “I promise I’ll make you purr.”
When blood is transfused from vampire to victim, a transformation is initiated, turning the virginal women into sex-crazed, bloodthirsty daughters of the
She just let out a whimper. Orlok's slim darkened figure slowly leaned over Nat's body. His large teeth plunch at once in to her neck accompanied
Mrs. Ramirez kneeled to examine the dog’s paws. Katrina inched forward, her eyes on the only female in the litter. Another command and the girl with a gray and white coat like her sire, and the smartest in the pack, came over to sit at my feet.
“There was this chunky one, with the two-piece—it was bright green and the seams on the bra were still sharp and he belly was still pretty pale so I guessed she just got it (the suit)—there was this one with one of those chubby berry-faces, the lips all bunched together under her nose, this one, and a tall one, with black hair that hadn’t quite frizzed right, and one of these sunburns right across under the eyes, and a chin that was too long—you know, the kind of girl other girls think is very “striking” and “attractive” but never quite makes it, as they very well know, which is why they like her so
“That’s what you wanted me on my knees.” he stood to his feet while she giggle at him like a schoolgirl. “ Maybe if you wouldn’t turn around I would have ate you the right way.