What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

[countess_karnstein]

Years had passed since the events at Silas University. Since the mansion and the unforgeable encounter with Elle and the bunch of restless spirits. Thankfully, since the destruction of the left over eggs from the Angler Fish God life had finally become normal. Well, normal in the world of Carmilla and Laura wasn’t your usual definition. Carmilla was a vampire and finally had her PHD in philosophy. LaF and Perry’s business had exploded and grown to chains all across the world. They even bought an apartment near Laura and Carm’s for when they were in town and could visit. Carm swore Laura pretty much spoke to them every day anyway. Her and her friends were inseparable at times. At first Carm found that annoying but over the years she’d come to respect how there for one another they were. Sometimes it even reminded Carm of a time her and Mattie were so close.

She got back to the apartment before Laura. This time carrying another box of colourful fan mail, thankfully smaller than the one from yesterday. Laura’s reporting had finally paid off and after her blog and videos exploded over the internet a lot of people stepped forward with strange or supernatural occurrences around the world. It meant the two of them got to travel, help people which Laura loved to do and her reporting was as popular than ever. Even Carm got fan mail which weirded her out from time to time. At least in all this between them, LaF and Perry none of the small success had gone to their heads.

After placing the box on the kitchen counter Carm poured herself a glass of synthetic blood. LaF and Perry supplied them free of charge which was another thing Carm could never complain about. She took a sip standing in front of the five year plan board which was now mounted on the living room wall. The laptop was still out from some recording Laura had done in the morning. Carm pulled her long now straight hair back and into a high ponytail collapsed on the couch. The clock read 23:06. By vampire time this was way too early to be up.

There was a groan followed by a blanket being pulled down over her. Her hand only escaped to turn on the TV to the horror channel. Obviously Carm’s favorite.

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[lauronica_mars]

"Yes you can." But from Laura's wry tone she wasn't expecting Mircalla to prevent her hands from wandering. "And I'm not quite Ell. Just very close and I guess I've walked an almost parallel path? Which makes me an almost younger version of her. But as long as you realise I'm also not her. And we had to take on your mother rather than Matska. She opened all seven seals."

She shrugged. "And the stars are beautiful. But I've never found discovering what's behind a mystery made it less beautiful. And perfect isn't the same at all as beautiful."

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Ell shrugged. "The last one I heard of gained the ability to heal other people by taking their injuries to himself. He was enslaved, sold, and died screaming in agony with at least three cancers, double smallpox, and the clap. Another was King Midas who you may have heard of and wanted everything he touched to turn to gold. The statue of his daughter is in the Silas vaults. It's all things given by bored gods with a sense of humour who don't like seals being messed with."

[countess_karnstein]

Mircalla’s tone was incredibly different. Softer. Her guard was dropped only a little when Laura mentioned that she wasn’t her. “I know you aren’t her. No one could be.” Her ears tuned in to the sound of Laura’s pulse, Mircalla kissed just behind her ear. “You and Carmilla are very young but you’ve got a lot to go through together and if it’s anything like Ell and I it will be a lot.”

Her fingertips found their way under Laura’s top but stayed around her waist, just teasing her skin for now. “No matter what you do or where you go you’ll end up together.”

Mircalla laughed. “My point exactly. Somethings are better not knowing. I’m surprised mother even got to the seals in your world.

Does this mean you’ve asked me all the questions you need to now?” As she traced her fingers higher and both of their clothes slowly vanished. A perk of controlling dreams. “Now this is distracting…” Exactly the way Mircalla liked it. “See, I’m not so different.” She nipped Laura’s neck a little lower to where she had kissed. It was enough to draw a little blood. Enough for Mircalla to steal a little taste.

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Carm raised an eyebrow. “Of course you’re using the Silas Vault. I forget you are running the show here, not Mother.”

The vault was one of the few places Carmilla was not allowed to go. If it was brought up it would instantly send mother into a rage. Even Mattie once tried to question what was down there and from the screams of pain that followed, Carmilla knew she would never ask again. “When you aren’t busy always working can you show me what’s down there?”

[lauronica_mars]

Laura shrugged. "I'm sure I'll have more questions for you soon. But one big one for now is what your fantasies are, Calla." Laura turned and smiled wickedly before suddenly appearing to be about the age she was when she'd started at Silas. "And whether you want me to play the innocent, heart racing as I try to prevent my virtue being despoiled."

With a teasing grin she slid out of Mircalla's arms. "Want to play stalk the damsel and get her heart racing?"

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Laura blinked. "I don't go there much. And if you use the words 'I wish' while you're in there and you're in the same section of the monkey's paw I may break your jaw before you finish the sentence. But other than that I'd be happy to show you round."

[countess_karnstein]

Mircalla felt a small sense of relief when Laura ran out of questions but the wicked smile followed by the innocent young Laura look made her bite her lip. Just like Carmilla, Calla loved roleplay. “Let me see…one of them is having you all to myself and let’s face it I doubt you’ll want to leave when you wake up…and the other…hmm...why not let me be the damsel? Has Carmilla ever shown you what we were like when we were human? Do you think you can play the scary vampire?”

Mircalla pouted. She was happy to play either role but suggested this on purpose. Partly because Laura could see what Carm and Calla were like when they were human, partly because she was curious if Laura could rank up to the monster Ell could play. She never got the chance to experience that rush of being hunted by a vampire, the feeling of pain crossed with pleasure at being bit as a human. “Scare me?”

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Carmilla laughed. “Break my jaw? You could try sweetheart.” She leant on the side of Ell’s desk. “Take me now?”

[lauronica_mars]

Laura smiled wickedly. "You think that I'd turn into a vampire to scare you? Far too familiar." And she gestured, and was dressed in a slightly different and much more regal flowing dress, with her hand and eye covered in circuitry. "My name is Galadriel of Borg. All shall worship me and be assimilated."

Jewel-like crystal needles protruded from Laura's circuitry-covered right hand, slowly heading towards Mircalla's face as Mircalla had to fight the urge to throw herself at Laura's feet and kiss them. Feet under which circuitry-flowers were sprouting.

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Laura reached out lightning-fast; not quite as fast as Carmilla could at full speed, but close enough that Carmilla didn't have time to move her head. "Just give me a couple of minutes to finish up." The vise-like grip she held on Carmilla's jaw was utterly unyielding even to Carmilla's strength; to say that moving Laura's hand felt like moving the foundations of Silas was no metaphor.

[countess_karnstein]

As Laura slipped out from her arms Mircalla transformed herself back to the morning before she was murdered. She wondered if Carmilla had ever shown Laura that side of her. That side that screamed wide eyes and innocence. It was the side that made her feel weak which made the fantasy all the more enticing.

As the colour returned to her a skin and the sound of a heartbeat fluttered to her chest, Mircalla stood up wearing the white and black corseted dress she received on her twenty fourth birthday. It would be a nightmare to run in but that would add to the fun. It wasn’t until Laura said that a vampire would be too familiar that Mircalla’s expression fell to curiosity.

She had asked to be scared but in Mircalla’s true fashion she underestimated Laura and got more than she bargained for. Laura’s wicked smile mirrored Ell’s and she watched as the dress shaped and fell around Laura’s skin.

Now Mircalla started to feel her pulse quicken at the sight of the dark circuitry.

“What in the…what is this?” Placing a heartbeat in her chest was suddenly the wrong move as the simulation of it racing made her feel far too human for something she was not expecting. Using all the willpower she had Mircalla attempted to shift and change them from her favourite location on the rooftop and put them back into the grand hall they started. This also meant they were in the hall surrounded by dances that now posed as if frozen in time.

“It will take a lot more than that to scare me, Galadriel.” Mircalla smirked and held strong. Loving Laura’s attempt at trying to scare her although her fake heartbeat told a different story. “You wouldn’t.” She teased again, now noticing the circuitry-flowers spawn up from the ground like computerized vines. They curled under her dress, spreading higher and higher like a python squeezing it’s pray till Micalla couldn’t move.

It was enough of a distraction that as she tried to break herself free she noticed the crystal needles getting closer. “Do your worst.” She kept provoking Laura not wanting a second of weakness to show and when the needles were closer enough, she brought her hands up either side to stop the needles getting any closer.

And that’s where the fear kicked in. With all her strength she pushed back at the needles but nothing slowing them down. She refused to scream and tried to squirm away as best she could but the needles pierced into the side of her neck like knife slipping into butter. The white hot pain turned numb before a tingling sensation hit. That’s when Mircalla finally let out a scream.

She could something spreading along her neck, like plates being fused to her skin and just when she thought it was over another jap of needles hit above her breast. Out of shock when Mircalla looked down she saw tubes outside of the needles breaking free and attaching themselves to her skin.

In a last attempt to overpower Laura she tried to shift the dream but nothing happened. When she bought her hands up to push back at Laura’s arm the colour was drained from her skin, the heart beat at flat lined and Mircalla was left torn between helpless and scared. Everything she had asked for.

“And if I refuse?” Empty words considering how her voice already had a trace of fear.

[lauronica_mars]

"Oh, I wouldn't want an unwilling servant." Laura's smirk was full of wickedness as she withdrew the needles, having already injected Mircalla. "Of course I've already got my nanites in your brain. And they make certain things hard to focus on." Like of course trying to change her dream.

"But if you don't want to kneel and kiss my foot you have one other option." Laura's needle-pointed fingers trailed down Mircalla's throat, slightly scratching the hollow of her throat to draw a tiny trickle of blood. And when she smiled moore widely her mouth was full of fangs of the same crystal as the needles she'd used. "Run!"

There was a dark hallway behind Mircalla - and Laura giggling in her ear. "Don't run too fast. I might get annoyed if you're hard to catch." And Calla would feel parts of her body tingle as the circuitry started spreading over them. Also her corset start to constrict.

[countess_karnstein]

If anything the needles felt more painful on the way out, then when they had initially pierced her skin. It felt like the area that was infected craved the implants of circuitry yet the fear of what it was doing to her made Mircalla want to run.

She watched Laura’s as if she was a completely different person and felt a shiver when she said ‘unwilling servant’. Mircalla vowed she would never be willing so when the opportunity to run presented itself she took it and bolted down the endless corridor.

Her fingertips pulled at the black circuit board on her chest to tear it off but the pain of trying to remove it caused a cry out loud. It felt like it the needles were still there and pushed through her heart. Impossible to remove.

In desperation and after running as fast as she could Mircalla tried one of the doors to left to find it was locked. Another on the right and the same thing happened. It caused her to panic as each door she tried meant seconds Laura could be catching up with her. She reached up to her neck and found another patch of circuits covering one side and spreading to the back of her neck and above her spine. Again she tried to pull but the machinery had become a permanent fixture to her flesh.

“What are you doing to me?” She spoke out loud but Laura was nowhere to be seen in the corridor of endless doors. Yet Mircalla could hear her laughing in her head as real as if she was standing straight in front of her. “If you want me to run I’m not making this easy cupcake.”

With all of her thought she went to edit an escape behind one of the doors to the left but all ability to change dreams had been taken away. Instead what she got when she opened the door was Laura standing behind it.

[lauronica_mars]

Laura just smiled as Mircalla opened the door, her jewel-like smile reminiscent of a shark. "Running, Calla? Why run when I'm already inside your mind?"

She then smiled. "And as for what I'm doing, the answer is slowly taking over your body. And your mind is intimately connected to your body. If you want to be a good girl there are rewards." And the circuitry radiated pleasure from wherever it was on Calla's skin on the words 'good girl'.

"Or you can choose to defy me. And I know how your pain threshold is. So I have a different punishment for a bad girl." And on the words bad girl all the circuitry would itch intensely. Not pain, just really annoying itching.

Laura's smile was warm and inviting and said she only wanted the best for Mircalla. "Your choice whether you want to be a good girl or a bad girl, Mircalla. A good girl who kneels and kisses my feet or a bad girl who keeps trying to run. Do you want to be a good girl who's my pet or a bad girl running like a fish on a line?"

[countess_karnstein]

Every few seconds Mircalla tried to change something in the dream just to know she still had control over something, anything. The lack of ability was like a challenge to keep breaking but Laura had successfully taken all of that away. But Mircalla didn’t need to change her appearance or character. She was scared and helpless yet burned for that dominance Laura was owning.

She felt the back of the wall behind her realising after the door was open that this was as far back as she could go. Her eyes scanned left and right, thinking of the best possible moment to escape but the corridors looked so similar it was almost confusing.

Mircalla vowed she wouldn’t yield. She would keep running until Laura found a way to stop her.

Although the circuitry was implanted on two parts of her body, her neck and her chest, Mircalla’s knees buckled and she dropped to ground when Laura said ‘good girl’. The pleasure radiated through her and Mircalla had never been so conflicted between wanting more but refusing to give in. She was suddenly aware how wet Laura was making her. Barely touched and she was already pent up coiled spring. She was standing on the edge of frustration.

That changed for a brief minute when Laura made the circuits itch to the point her fingertips tried to dig out the implants. The more she pulled the more itching increased until the annoyance drove her crazy and she had to stop.

“Stop…” She whispered, unable to believe Laura had found a crack in her armour. If only Carm or Ell could see her now. “Make it…stop.” Mircalla muttered this time, a little louder. The bite was taken out of her voice and she refused to look and meet Laura’s eyes.

Her pride fell away and Mircalla bowed down to Laura’s feet. “I’ll be good.” She whispered as if not wanting anyone else to hear her defeat, even though there was only the two of them.

[lauronica_mars]

"Good girl." Laura sat down on a chair that looked like a sci-fi version of the Iron Throne made of fibreoptics and crystal that hadn't been there a second ago, and caressed Mircalla's hair. And of course the words good girl were accompanied by a wash of pleasure.

"And my good girl gets a reward." She casually slid one foot between Mircalla's thighs, pressing down through cloth, and Mircalla would feel the circuitry start to spread between her legs, complete with the pleasure that was radiating from them. Meanwhile the existing circuitry spread faster almost melting into Mircalla's skin so there was no defined boundary.

"I'm just not sure what to do with my newest beautiful good girl, who's defenseless enough I can mold her how I wish. How do you want to please me?" Possibly the best and possibly the worst part of the circuitry spreading through Mircalla's skin was that it was also entering her, and spreading inside her walls and covering her g-spot, stimulating Mircalla.

[countess_karnstein]

By the time Mircalla raised her head she was still on her knees but now at the base of Laura’s throne. The dark circuitry that matched the patches on her skin, scared her. The thought of being fused with technology at all was terrifying and just when she was about to stand, Mircalla heard the words ‘good girl’ and kept on her knees as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body.

She thought if she could get to Laura, just to kiss her or distract her with bite she might take back some control but the pleasure kept her completely helpless. She was already throbbing with the lack of control she constantly kept fighting against it to see if she could. Laura was unquestionably stronger than Mircalla had ever given credit for. A mistake she won’t make again.

At the mention of a reward, Mircalla’s hands clutched at her chest. The metal board fused in her skin started to spread so fast that if she had a heartbeat it would be hammering with a blend of fear and pleasure in her chest. She leant back and tried to stop the cybernetic infection with her hands as she watched it completely cover her left breast and start spreading to the next. There was brief tingling sensation as her nipples were lost and buried under her new skin.

“My skin..my..” It was hard to get any sentences out as she watched the implants clamp and infect down her left arm and completely covering her hand. Her perfect skin no longer able to be seen. In all the confusion she had forgotten about the board on her neck which now was sending white hot needles of pain down every segment of her spine and fusing a new metal one in its place.

As her back arched Mircalla felt Laura’s foot on what must have been the only place that wasn’t covered. That sensation was short lived as Mircalla felt the spread of circuits like an unstoppable virus replacing every sensation between her legs with a greater one. As they attached and covered her g-spot Mircalla screamed with pleasure. “Anything..I’ll do…any…don’t stop…please…” She could barely catch her breath, she needed more and was begging for it. Begging so much she didn’t notice that almost eighty percent of her body was now machine.

[lauronica_mars]

"Such a good girl." Laura's croon was soft as she watched Mircalla broken down with pleasure and writhing. "Sweet, submissive, and utterly controlled and at my mercy. But as good as you look like that, and as much as it pleases me to see you like that, you still need a little more."

Her smirk grew. "The circuits are, of course, under my control Mircalla. And all I do to overwhelm you with pleasure and force you to cum is snap my fingers. You desperately want it, don't you, pet?"

With a wicked smirk Laura raised her right hand in front of Mircalla's forehead just in line of sight and snapped her fingers.

She watched with a wicked smirk and as some coherence was starting to return to Mircalla, but she hadn't recovered, Laura snapped fingers on both hands simultaneously - one by each of of Mircalla's ears.

When Mircalla came back to herself the circuitry would have finished spreading and all evened itself out, and she'd be covered neck to toe in a thin and skin-tight black catsuit with circuitry woven into every level. It was barely enough for modesty, forming a smooth layer over Mircalla's nipples and crotch, but otherwise revealing and accentuating every curve.

[countess_karnstein]

The more she was reminded how helpless she was the more Mircalla wanted to struggle for her free will but couldn’t. She was on the brink of wanting to explode and desperate to do anything for it.

There was a brief moment where her growl escaped her throat at the mention of being called pet but as soon as Laura snapped her fingers she came and she came hard. Her body shuddered and writhed with such a force Mircalla thought she was going to pass out.

Wave after wave hit, each one more intense than the next and lasting so long it was as if the circuts wouldn’t let her come down. Eventually when there was a lapse enough that she could just about start to think, Mircalla saw Laura snap the fingers of both hands and came so hard, so fast that her scream entered silence.

She didn’t notice how much of her body was covered. It was the last thing on her mind as she grabbed the back of Laura’s head and gripped her hair. Mircalla wanted to pull her into a kiss but threw her head back and writhed, begging for Laura to get between her legs.

“More..” Was the only word she could cry out.

[lauronica_mars]

"Pets shouldn't get greedy." Laura's smirk was wicked and from her eyes she was on a power trip. "In fact, pet, right now you can't feel anything between your legs or on your breasts."

Laura gave Mircalla a second to take that in and possibly experiment to check it was true. "Fortunately there's one loophole. You do get to feel what happens between my legs. And I'm wearing nothing under this dress."

Her tone switched to an order. "Now on your knees and lick. And no fangs." Mircalla was perfectly capable of finding her way under Laura's skirt given an invitation.

[countess_karnstein]

At the command of her words Mircalla stopped feeling and trembled on the come down. She let go of Laura and as coherence started to come back it was enough time for her to look at her body. “What have you done? This…” She tried to peel off what looked like a suit but realised it was now her skin. “It won’t come off.”

On instinct Mircalla touched her face but her fingertips weren’t the same. It felt different and eventually she found the metal ridge that was fixed along her jawline and gasped. The reality set quickly set in that there was no getting out of this.

Mircalla touched her breasts and felt nothing. As one of her most sensitive parts this made her angry but just as Laura had spoken she couldn’t feel anything below the waist.

Before she had time to argue Laura sent another command and powerless to resist Mircalla did as she was told, growling slightly that Laura had taken away the use of her fangs. She knew Mircalla loved to bite as she played.

Her hands came up and kept Laura’s legs from closing. She started off slowly flicking her tongue across the hood of her clit, sucking at the right moments she knew would make Laura wet. Only this time she shivered with experience of everything Laura was feeling. The moans that escaped Mircalla’s lips built higher but she couldn’t stop. Her tongue kept tormenting and building up pressure she didn’t know she had left.

[lauronica_mars]

Mircalla wasn't the only one hideously turned on right now and it wouldn't take much at all to get Laura off. Of course right now Mircalla couldn't cum without Laura snapping her fingers and she was even more aroused than Laura.

But, contrary to current events Laura wasn't that cruel and just as she felt her orgasm overtake her she snapped fingers on both hands. And as soon as she recovered she snapped her fingers again. And again. And again. Until Mircalla's dream shattered.

And the first thing Mircalla would hear on waking was Laura, having been thrown out of dreams, snapping her fingers almost unconsciously. Which would have the same effect it did in the dream.

[countess_karnstein]

Mircalla never imagined cuming so hard and fast with each orgasm overlapping the next at the snap of Laura’s fingers. She lost complete control and screamed so loud she almost blacked out with pure pleasure. And just when she thought it was slowing down Laura would snap her fingers again and deny her any chance of recovery.

Her orgasms were so intense by now that when the dream shattered around her Mircalla opened her eyes and was now face to face with Laura. She barely had a second to notice how incredibly wet she was because Laura snapped her fingers and Mircalla had to grab the pillow and shove it over her face to deafen how loud her screams were.

Her body shuddered so hard that the nails of her free hand tore into the bed sheets and then threw into the mattress. Everything was numb.

That free hand soom came up to grab Laura and stop her from snapping. Once more and Mircalla worried she would black out and not wake up again.

[lauronica_mars]

Laura just blinked blearily at Mircalla and gave her a sweet if sleepy smile that showed that despite Mircalla's screaming she wss barely awake at the moment. "Scared yet?"

[countess_karnstein]

After the last orgasm hit, Mircalla’s fangs had torn into the pillow. She tossed it aside and was still trembling over everything that had just happened. She didn’t need to check to know that she was still dripping wet. The afterglow was washing through her making everything tingle and as Mircalla caught her breath she laid on her back and ran her fingers half through her hair, holding them there while she stared at the ceiling.

There was a pause while she tried to calm down. It must have been a few seconds but to her that pause lasted hours while she searched for a way to answer Laura. What was the best way to admit defeat without surrendering? She thought about a sarcastic comment, deflecting or going with her general snarky remark of ‘is that all you’ve got’ but Laura had seen past that part of her now. Even though they were both naked, Mircalla had never felt so exposed. Only Ell see’s past her walls.

“Yes.” She answered honestly and tried to bring her knees up just to get some feeling back. “I won’t underestimate you again.” It didn’t take a genius to know that was hard for Mircalla to say. “Maybe now you will see one of me in your dreams?” She dropped her hands but continued to stare the ceiling, finally calming down.

[lauronica_mars]

"Good girl." Laura smiled, and although Mircalla wasn't still in the dream her mind had been conditioned to respond with a wave of pleasure. "But speaking of dreams, I need some restful sleep to recover from everything." She smiled. "Night Mircalla."