This is the end of the action arc of the story.  I hope you have been enjoying it so far.  This is the climax of the story and next month's chapter tens (not sure how ten plural works, lol) will be the conclusion. 

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

 

Rules for the subs:

As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules…  and these are the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them.  These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..

Rule #1  You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm.  Say it, “Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next orgasm.”

Rule #2  I mark my subs.  I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and unblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips together.   If unavailable, get a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just over your pussy.

Rule #3  I over use ellipses…  ...really... ...I do…  But I enjoy this.  So whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap, nothing painful, but one that will bring you a burst of arousal.  And remember I did this to you, not you.  ;)

Rule #4  email me at the end.  Let me know what you thought of the story, your expectations for things to come…  and how much you wish to be either Scott or Daphne. 

Rule #5 When you are done reading the story and writing Mistress, it is time to cum…  Just chant, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s thrall!” over and over again until the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank your Mistress, even if I’m not there.

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Enjoy.
 

Mistaken Identity
Daphne’s Chapter 9

By: Mistress Dyvia
 

Daphne saw her opportunity, and she slid her fingers near the wide sleeves of her dress fingering for the loose thread she had intentionally concealed within.  She caught it between two fingers and she gave a slight tug, pulling the blade to her fingers, and then there was a smash on the other side of the room.  Everyone turned including her.

 

“Where are you, Bitch?” Had she been caught? Her eyes locked onto an unfamiliar male vampire In the doorway leading to the west wing she saw the man was dressed in a tuxedo, and a purple bruise at his neck rapidly healing.  He was not looking for her.

In what would prove to be a very opportune distraction, Flavius roared in a voice that carried dominance and intimidation, verbally striking at the unnamed vampire, “You would dare to interrupt me-” but as Daphne’s dagger pierced through his back, his voice went silent… As did the rest of the room.

Flavius turned and twisted his body, the dagger still in his back, but freed from her grip.  She cursed herself for getting caught in the briefest moment of silence as the rest had.  He was stronger and faster than she was, and she had no idea how she could beat him now.  His voice spoke with a low and menacing intent, “You…”  his eyes looking over her in confusion, “would dare?”  Three simple words and she learned so much of him, he was rarely challenged, he was a bit unhinged, and probably a megalomaniac as he probably had no idea why she wasn’t fawning over him for his attention.  Fucker.  Also, in less than one minute, he said ‘You would dare twice… to two different people, clearly his sense of reality was different than that of most people…

He looked as if he was ready to punch her head clear off her shoulders.  She took a couple steps back and he stepped forward with each of them.  His eyes warned her not to run, and not to resist him.  But she needed to face him now, and she planted her foot in the ground, ready to take her stand.  He took another step and a smash from below caused him to stumble, but Daphne took no delay in pouncing forward, rolling over his back and landing on her feet holding the knife that had been buried in his back.  She had a chance.

Flavius recovered quickly and was on his feet, his eyes glowing red like lasers pointed right at her.  A commotion below them, and they both paused, neither making a first move, but both evaluating the noises below them.  A fight.  Had Krause planned something?  She did not believe he would act without her command in regards to planning something behind her back, but what else could it be?

It seemed as if there were two fighting everyone else.  Just two?  But they had to be strong to be able to hold off vampires like that.  Flavius growled as he seemed to come to the same conclusion, though he could feel vampiric strength in the air, did he recognize the strength?  Was Jordan one of them?  Did she misinterpret his reason for being there?  Maybe he did not take Beatrix here, maybe he was helping her by helping Daphne?  It was hope, but not small.

She took a slight step to the side crossing her legs behind her, and Flavius matched her, they started circling one another.  The truth of the fight they were about to start began to dawn on her, she was being careful because she needed to get him into a kill shot position, he wanted to take her down without killing her.  It put both of them into a less desirable position, they were both in a neutral position waiting for the other to give an opening, and neither of them were going to relent.

She heard a couple steps on the stairs, he had reinforcements coming to help subdue her.  She needed to attack now, the weak position, but before she stepped in, a loud smash to one of the stairs leading to them, a moment later, the other set of stairs.  Strategically, this was probably somewhat better, as most vampires couldn’t run up the stairs now. But if they tried to jump from the ground to the balcony without seeing what was happening they could risk interrupting the fight, and give one person over another an advantage. And of course if they gave the advantage to her, and Flavius survived, they would face his wrath.

Krause stepped in from a door behind Flavius, a twitch of a smile shown briefly across her face.  He threw a punch at Flavius.  “What are you doing?” he asked in shock, as Daphne slashed her knife along his side.  “You would challenge me for her?”

As his exchange started, Daphne realized that the majority of the fighting which had been happening under her and Flavius had moved out into the open on the floor below.  ‘Shit is getting real.’ she thought to herself.

Flavius' eyes glowed more red than they had previously as his rage came to the forefront of this showdown.  “She is mine!  You will not have her!”  Krause’s eyes glowed red in response, but for as intensely as they glowed, the cracks in his eyes were visible, and Flavius stepped back in surprise, “You are broken?  How could someone have broken you?”

Krause’s legs were swept out from under him by some intense martial arts move, Flavius reached into his jacket pocket and removed his own gold and silver dagger.  He came down on Krause as if he were a boulder dropped from a mountain, Krause blocked the strike with his arms, but Flavius just continued to push down, not wasting the time for another strike as Krause was being overwhelmed…  Daphne took the moment and charged using her whole body, but it did nothing, but as she pressed herself against his body, coiling, her knife struck against his cheek and she pushed off as a spring landed on her feet. 

He staggered back, and Krause was on his feet just as quickly.  Flavius simply stared at Daphne in confusion and maybe a bit of awe..  At first she thought it was confusion as in ‘how dare she attack her master,’ but realized it was something else.  His words only confirmed it, “You?  You broke him?  How could a succubus break a vampire, you don’t have the strength, nor the callousness to do such a thing.” but a smile curled his lips, and something beyond creepy and possessiveness overwhelmed his rage, “I always knew you were special.”

She knew the cracks that were missing from Krause, must be glowing in hers with this moment… Normally this would not have been a moment for speech, but she acknowledged her victory over Krause with a simple, “I might just break you next.” If this were a movie, she might have smiled, but this was no movie, she needed to win, and smiles were distractions and wasted energy.

He growled and charged at her, but Krause hit him from behind, and as he turned to face Krause, Daphne struck at his back.  It did not take a genius to realize it was near impossible to fight a battle in a tight space with an opponent in front of you and one behind.  He jumped to the side, so that they were both in his field of vision, but she could see in Flavius’ eyes that he knew this was not a good position to be in.  Better than he had been, but still not good.  Both she and Krause stayed far enough apart where if Flavius stepped in to attack it would leave his sides open to attack.

Krause lunged, and Flavius side-stepped it, but got a vicious grip on his neck, and a crack later, and Krause’s lifeless body dropped to the ground.  Daphne knew that such an attack would not be a permanent death, but it left her alone to finish this fight with a being who was easily more than twice as strong and twice as fast as she was…  and judging by how well he used to fuck, had a hell of a lot of endurance...

There was murmuring below them, the fighting had seemed to shift, and with that, a few more vampires jumped to the balcony on the further edges away from her and Flavius, but clearly waiting for his command.

Her eyes darted quickly trying to keep her focus on Flavius, but trying to make a mental note of her situation.  Could she hold out long enough for Krause to regain consciousness?  The frustrating answer was probably not.

But just like that, she started to feel a haziness adding to her situation, a dullness.  A throb between her legs as she recognized the signs of arousal…  Intense arousal…  She saw the immediate arousal in Flavius' face, and a glance down confirmed his arousal was showing even more in his pants.  Another quick glance showed the others who appeared on the furthest edges of the balcony were already involved with one another.
 

Vampires may not have the experience to push through a fight with arousal of this magnitude, but Daphne did.  But where did it come from, she hadn’t used her pheromones, but it was clearly there.  Her eyes widened…

Trixie.

Beatrix was here, and she must have unleashed this mega arousal that was leaving these vampires non-hostile.  And judging from the sounds below including someone saying something to the effect of ‘Let’s fuck first, then fight.’ it had to be Beatrix. And Jordan was still with her helping to fight.

She focused her attention on Flavius one more time.  Hopefully for one last time. 

“Daphne…”  he said, but his voice seemed to miss the menace that had saturated his voice the last few times he had spoken.  It was now lustful, and carried a hint of promise and desire.  And his pants seemed to promise a nice long, thick cock to drive her pussy to orgasm over and over.  But fuck, she was a succubus, she could do that any day, in fact she did many days…  Before she could move his hand was around her neck.

A terrifying moment, she was paralyzed from the fear of his vice-like grip.  She looked in his eyes, and saw a beast torn between his rage and lust.  Break her or fuck her… preferably both? Daphne tried to stab his forearm, but all she got was a tightening around her neck, and a low growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.  He was hard, she thrust out with her silver dagger, and stabbed at his pants.

He howled in pain as he dropped to his knees and his hands wrapped around his injured member….  And the second strike quickly pierced his chest and drove through his rib cage, but not much further, she did not pierce his heart, but his lust seemed to drop, even if his dick did not.  He looked up at her in confusion once more.  “Why?”

Daphne couldn’t be bothered to answer, instead she asked a question of her own, “Do you want to live?”

His eyes looked at her like he didn’t comprehend the question.

Her own non-fanged teeth snarled at him, “Do you want to live?  Or do you want to die?  Simple question, answer it!”  she jostled him a bit making sure he could feel the metal moving around in his chest.

“Live.”  And around her there were several people in fact ‘living’ and enjoying themselves around and below her, the room had quickly become an orgy.  She had never seen pheromones work that quickly or powerfully…

“Then denounce your claim on me before all that are here.”

“No…” he closed his eyes.

“Then you choose death.” she reminded him, and took a hold of his jacket, ready to finish driving the knife all the way in.

“No…  I don’t, please…  I’ve been waiting for you for a century.”

“Denounce your claim on me.” she said firmly to him.

He paused inhaling slowly and exhaling, a thing vampires did not need to do, but a clear sign of deliberation in his mind as he debated whether or not he was willing to… “Fine.”

“Fine?” she asked to confirm, almost not believing her ears.

“I denounce you, I no longer seek a claim on you.”

“Louder, so that everyone hears.” she demanded of him.

And so he did.  Twice. Practically yelling it across the sex-filled ballroom.  “There, happy?”

“Just about, and I want your word that you will not seek revenge on me for this.”

He scowled and then he growled before saying, “I give you my word, I will not follow you, hunt you, nor kill you for revenge or humiliation…”  He paused in thoughts, then looked at Krause, “...Or your allies.”
 

“That actually is very magnanimous of you.” and she withdrew the blade from his chest.

Flavius stood up and then smacked her to the ground, Daphne grabbed for her knife in fear as she expected the fight to start over again.

“I will follow my word, I will not follow, hunt or kill, but I did not say I would not smack you for humiliating me in front of this many people.”  he took a woman, a vampire woman, by the wrist and said she was his for the night, she seemed very happy about that.  Daphne held her face, hot and stingy from the slap and she stood again watching as Flavius and his impulse fuck turned a corner and disappeared.

She then leaned over the balcony railing to see the orgy of nearly one hundred vampires… and just below her was Trixie in the middle of a fivesome…  wow…

She stood up and picked up Krause and brought him to the wall and left him in a sitting position, and stayed next to him, until his neck had healed and he had awoken.

“Thank you Krause, you did well tonight.”

“Yes, Daphne.” he spoke in a way that made Daphne smile as she could almost hear the word ‘Mistress,’ spoken where her name was, but he was instructed to call her Daphne in public.

“I am now starting to believe that I can trust Jordan… unless you have a reason to believe otherwise, I am going to leave with him and Beatrix tonight.”

There was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.  He said nothing, he was hers even in his own eyes.  But that answer clearly made him believe that she did not view him as capable of protecting her, and his recently broken neck added to that perception.  “I don’t see any other reason, Daphne.”  and there was that tone of ‘Mistress’ again.

Daphne nodded, and put her hand on Krause’s shoulder, “You serve me well, go back to the mansion, I will call in the morning.”

“Of course, Daphne.” he stood up and offered his hand to help her back up.  “I will take my leave.”  He bowed in a gentlemanly fashion, and turned to leave.  Daphne, ironically realized she was a succubus, a sex demon, and the only one in the room not having sex or passed out from sex, and she stood at the top of the stairs and sat down to watch.  Amusingly about half the stairs were destroyed, but she saw Trixie working her way through a number of suitors in a very short amount of time.  But when Trixie was down to one last fuck, Daphne jumped down to the floor below and made her way to her friend… her lover, her protege... her queen?

As she was dismounting from the male vampire, Daphne came up behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.  She turned with a start, and Daphne snorted her own amusement,  “Hey Trixie.  I’m not sure if I should be pissed at you for being here, since you are supposed to be ‘not here’ having fun…” she paused for a moment, widened her smile and then finished with, “or happy since my plan might not have worked without you.”

That of course became a moot point as Trixie jumped up to embrace her.  They separated and Trixie made an apology about the mess she made on her dress from the men she had been fucking in the last few minutes.  Daphne was unconcerned, she was a succubus, she had worse messes on a weekly basis at various points in her life, and so would she…

She waited patiently as Trixie tried to clean herself up with someone else’s dress, found her own and got dressed.  She spoke with Jordan for a moment and then put took Daphne’s arm so that they could leave arm in arm, Daphne and Beatrix went out to the front where they got into a limo, and judging by the way Trixie spoke with the driver, it was the one that took her and Jordan here.  Though why would they have gotten into any other limo?

As soon as they hit the main road, Daphne had to ask the question that had been at the forefront of her mind since she made eye contact with Trixie, , “Why aren’t you still on the boat?”

Sassy as always, Beatrix responded with “Hey, it was your fault for not telling me to stay on the boat.”

“But I did.” Daphne said with a bit of defiant expectation, “And I’m not sure how you were able to get over the command.”

Beatrix threw up her shoulders with a wide smile, “Technically you told me to be happy on the boat and not to follow you.  I didn’t.  Jordan followed you.  He just asked me to watch his back, so I did.”

Daphne nodded her head slightly and repeatedly finally relenting with a “Okay, that was creative on… his part?” She was uncertain given the first time she saw Jordan, he was a raging beast of a man, and then on the boat as well as right before they left the mansion he was very feminine in appearance.

“Yup.” was all she got for an agreement from Beatrix, but she would push for more...

The inevitable follow up was, “So why was he so willing to help you? Why does he not seem so vampiric around you?”

“He was my girlfriend when I was still human…  And he knew your safety meant a lot to me, so it meant it to him as well.” was Beatrix's reply, but that only brought about more questions than it answered.

Daphne looked confused, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” she seemed to agree.  Except that was a question, not a statement.

“No, no..  I mean, What?” Daphne redirected.

“Several months ago, I dated a girl named Jordan.  We broke up, she met Michael. Michael was a controlling d-bag, and a vampire…  but he had the ability to swing his consciousness into hers and take over her body after biting her, then another d-bag tried to run her over with a car, Michael switched to take care of the asshole, but instead the guy ran her over just as the switch was happening…  She ended up in Michael’s body, his consciousness died in hers.”

Daphne blinked her eyes, “I knew vampires could shift their consciousnesses to others, but I had no idea that killing a host body could do that.”

“Usually, they can’t, but apparently if it happens in a tiny window of opportunity, it has been known to happen.  And Jordan inherited Michael’s position.  But doesn’t have the usual vampire impulses.”

Daphne paused, but said somewhat blandly, “Wow, that is convenient.”

The drive continued and the strange thought Daphne had was that she was very close to Beatrix.  She loved her as much as she could a sister or daughter, a lover or a friend and so much more…  But the truth was, at this point, It had been less than a week since she turned that reckless boy, Scott... into this amazing succubus, Beatrix.

They arrived at Jordan’s mansion,and the two held hands as they had a final drink before retiring to the master bedroom for the evening.  Neither of them had any sleepwear with them, and that was fine with both of them, they were succubi after all and the idea of shame or embarrassment due to nudity simply did not exist.  They pulled a sheet up and laid together until sleep took them both.

Daphne did not sleep long, it was about seven in the morning when she got up.  The mansion was dark, but she was not surprised given the fact it was owned by a vampire.  She had to make a few phone calls, and they were not the kind that would be fun.  Well maybe a couple.  but most were all business.

As she reached the kitchen area, she saw Jordan.  And Jordan did not look liken the beast that had initially captured her a couple nights earlier.  He looked very much effeminate.

“Hello, Daphne, I’m glad to see that you are well.  Beatrix had been worried.” he said in such a way that Daphne herself was unsure if he was intentionally putting a guilt trip on her or making her feel better by reminding her of how much Beatrix cared.

But she smiled, and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and said, “Good morning yourself.  I’m glad she had someone to look after her in my absence, even if you pretty much just threw her into the fire.”

He shifted somewhat uncomfortably, “Scott was never the kind of man to leave a person he cared about in trouble. Beatrix is not the kind of woman who would either.  I will not apologize for that.”

Daphne sat down across from him, “She told me what you two were to each other.  She didn’t get into a lot of details, but she said that you had trouble with a couple ‘d-bags-’” using quote marks with her fingers for that last word, “-that got you into this situation.

He nodded his head and cracked smile, “I was smart when it came to book smarts, I was smart when it came to street smarts, but when it came to men, I was pretty fucking dumb.  Scott was the only one that treated me well… Like a human. Like a woman.  Like a person with value beyond just looks...”

“And you left him because you didn’t think you deserved him?” she finished.

He lifted a single eyebrow, “hell no, I was proud to have him, but it was a kids thing, I wanted some, he didn’t, so we both knew it was going to leave one of us unfulfilled, so we broke up relatively amicably.  And I just went down familiar paths again…”

It was rare for Daphne to blush, but she did realize that she just made a generic remark about Jordan's life with Scott.  “As a vampire you can’t have children, where does that leave you?”

He shrugged, “I’ll figure it out, either vicariously through making new vampires…” he said in a way that he clearly had little or no interest in expanding his line.  Something rare among vampires, “... or I can adopt, there are always alternatives, and apparently I have centuries to figure it out.”  then a pause, “What about you?”

“I lost any biological drive to need or want children after I became a succubus.  In fact it was only a month ago I felt the first urge, I started to feed more often than I ever had.  I was told that would happen when the urge to procreate came, then I would find a woman who appealed to me, and I would just know she would be my daughter, my sister, my lover, my friend, and more...”

Jordan smirked at her, “You did know that Scott was a dude, right?”

Daphne laughed, “In fact I did!” she looked down from him for a moment, “But he said he knew what I was and wanted me to change him.  It was such a surreal moment for me, and everything inside me said that even though I had always assumed I would change a woman, I could change a man, and he wanted it, so I did.”

“Geez…  and when did you figure out that he had made the mistake?”

Daphne pressed her fingers to her chest, “When Scott’s grandfather broke through the front door and stabbed me in the chest with a silver stake.”

Jordan visibly cringed, and put his hand to his own chest, must be a vampire thing, “That had to be awkward.” Jordan responded.

“Yeah, it was.  I can imagine the only thing more awkward would have been if his grandfather hadn’t walked in, and I was there to greet him thinking that he knew he would be a woman, and then he freaked out, then I would have freaked out and so forth.”  They both laughed for a moment at that thought.

They chatted for a little bit like this getting to know each other as they both realized that they were both important to Scott/Beatrix.  Jordan was clearly unsure of his role in her future going forward, but wanted to be there.  Finally, Daphne stood and asked for a place she could make some phone calls in private, Jordan suggested the library as it had a nice view of the fields and woods behind the mansion, as well as oversaw the pool area… and of course would give her some privacy.  That gave Daphne an idea and she asked Jordan to ask Beatrix to go down there when she was ready so they could talk in private.  He smiled, and said he would be happy to.  With that, Daphne excused herself, took her phone, and made her way up to the library.  

 

She found the couch that faced the window to have a perfect view of nature with no site of anything that appeared to be man made.  A common site when she was still human, a rarity in her life these days… in this century.  In fact , it seemed like just seventy or eighty years ago seeing man’s dominance over nature was awe inspiring, now it seemed so ugly.  And moments like this were now full of beauty and introspection.

Her first call was to Krause.  And he answered with “Mistress.” telling Daphne that he was alone and able to talk freely.  She essentially thanked him for all his help, even though she knew he had no real choice as he was now bound to her…  otherwise he would have taken Flavius’ side as he originally intended.  Their conversation was short, but she told him of her intention to stay in contact in the coming days, but she intended to finish her vacation and then address some personal things right after…  She knew that the way she was bound to him would require her to take an active role in vampire politics going forward, she was not happy about that, but at least she wasn’t wanted anymore.  She could hear his disappointment, but answered in a positive tone that showed he was being a good pet.

She made a call to Dean, he did not answer again, but she left a voicemail warning that vampires had infiltrated the ranks of the hunters. She had called when she arrived in Krause’s mansion about 36 hours earlier, but she never spoke with him.  If she was unable to get a hold of him by that evening any questions would have to wait until their dinner on Saturday as both she and Beatrix would be out of town.

She called the cruise line and told them both she and Beatrix would be back within the next twelve hours.  As well paying customers, they were happy to oblige, and promised her to have her accommodations ready.

She called her friend Cherry next.  She told her a bit of what had happened since Beatrix’s makeover, though she still kept it quiet about Beatrix’s former status as a make, nor did she mention that Beatrix was a queen.  She sat patiently listening to the gossip of the day to day stuff that cherry was prone to do.  A little normal gossip was almost a bit of a relief to Daphne.  But at the end of the conversation she mentioned that she would like to speak with a queen sometime soon.  And it was important.  Cherry would have to send messages up, and hopefully it would reach a queen soon enough, but as Daphne had never met one before, she was unsure of how successful she would be at getting the request to one, let alone if they would agree to it.

As she was hanging up the phone she realized she had been up for nearly three hours, and all she had really accomplished was a conversation with Jordan, and few phone calls, if one voicemail counted as a phone call.  She stood up and walked to the window and saw Beatrix out there.  She was happy to get up to join her.

As she sat down next to Beatrix, they made a few jokes about their sleeping habits.  But the topic changed quickly as Daphne explained her belief that Beatrix was a queen.  She seemed confused by that, Beatrix had assumed queens were just old succubi who had accumulated a lot of power over centuries.  Daphne corrected her on that, but also stipulated that they might not be totally sure until they could meet with a real queen, which she wasn’t entirely positive on how to do.

When Beatrix asked if that was their next step, Daphne was happy to inform her that finishing their cruise would be their priority.  They both giggled a bit and then went for a swim in the pool.

By mid-afternoon, Jordan had arranged for a helicopter to land and it took them back to the cruise ship.  They wore headsets that allowed them to talk, but they did not talk much at all, instead they simply held hands and enjoyed the rest as they flew across the ocean.  They landed back on the cruise ship shortly before sunset.  It had been less than forty-eight hours since the confrontation on this very same helipad.

They went back to their suite, and it was cleaned up. The last time either of them had been in the room, the place had been torn apart by Jordan, but now the room was organized, all their stuff was still there.  They were two succubi on a sex cruise.  It was just a bit after dark that both she and Trixie were wearing some fucking slutty dresses, high heels that they picked because they screamed, ‘Fuck me!’, and makeup advertised, ‘I’m easy,’ and made their way to one of the all night dance parties. 

They were only dancing for a few minutes when a familiar young man came up to them.  “Hey, I thought  you two must have disembarked.  Those last couple orgies were amazing…”  his voice went really high with that last word, but then he continued after a deep breath, “We have a group on call if you two want to come again…”  He paused and smirked, “I didn’t even mean that to be sexy sounding, but yeah, cum again!”  he laughed at his own joke, “What do you say?”

Daphne looked at Trixie, “technically we should probably start teaching you how to do the one on one stuff a little better, but it’s up to you.”

Trixie smiled at Daphne and said, “I’ve fantasized about threesomes for years, never even expected to have one in my entire life…  I’ve been in like four orgies in as many days.  Let’s do it.”

Daphne laughed and wrapped her arms in Trixie’s and they followed behind the man as he used his cellphone to get his orgy on call together.


To be concluded Next month as Trixie and Daphne go to the family party.


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Next month will be the end of Mistaken Identity. I’ll take a month off from having a continuous story (Don’t worry, I’ll have other things for you in July)  And I will likely let you guys vote on the next continuous story.  They are: RBF, Chick with the Demonic Dick, Depra/ived, and Revenge of the Bimbofied Mistress.  You should have had the opportunity to read at least part of three of these already, Summer should be exciting.

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