Prey (Mature Readers Only) by Kwelio(6838 total words in this text) (903 Reads)  This was originally posted on www.abductor.com/forum where people responded to each section as it was posted. I did not write the story. The author is Kwelio at
http://kweilo.chex-uk.net
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Kweilo
Author's Notes;
Firstly, this story is dedicated to QueenVamp, because I can. Oh, and because I think she'll enjoy more than anyone else.
Secondly, thanks to Dr Device for helping with a really, really, REALLY silly phrase I couldn't get right, and for giving me the idea to write a story again.
Finally, this story is a short story, and I intend to finish within the next day.
slut{QV}
aka kweilo
*** Update ***
I finished it. I almost fainted myself...
Prey
Chapter One
I watched her on the dance floor. Her pale skin shone under the UV lights, contrasting with her black hair, and the almost illegally short black dress she wore.
She couldn’t have been more than 21.
Young.
Innocent.
I intended to change all that.
Chapter Two
Leaning over the balcony at the club, I engaged in idle conversation with a number of pretty young girls. Some even tried to steal a kiss. Each received the same treatment; a sharp glare and then complete silence.
I couldn’t blame them for trying of course. I had managed to out-do my normally high standards. Dressed in black boots, black leather trousers, a blood red shirt, and of course, my full-length leather jacket, I felt every inch the imposing, mysterious stranger. Just the way I liked it.
I’d been coming to the club for nearly two years now, searching for something. Something that seemed to be getting rarer and rarer – a completely innocent girl. There had been a few in this time that had showed some promise, but each time, I caught them involved in some lewd act with a guy, or on an even rarer occasion, another girl.
I looked at my watch.
10:47pm.
I’d spent nearly an hour watching this one. I’d never seen her before, of that I was sure. I glanced around the club. She was getting attention from every corner. And it wasn’t just the men. I noticed Lisa standing about 15 metres from the girl, watching her closely, just like I had been.
I frowned, and brushed aside the latest girl that was hanging off my arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as the girl stumbled backwards into a drunken idiot called Kris. We had already had a few run-ins, and judging from the way he glared at me, we where about to have another.
I didn’t have time for his bullshit.
I strode over, put my gloved hand round his throat.
“***** with me tonight Kris, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”
I let him drop backwards slightly, and glared. He mumbled something but didn’t move back towards me. He’d felt my rage before, and probably didn’t want to feel it again.
I turned full-circle, coat swirling behind me, and made for Lisa. I wouldn’t say we where close, or even on speaking terms, but we had mutual respect for each other.
She respected me because I saved her from having the shit beaten out of her by some drunken idiot, and I respected her because she was the only girl that wasn’t intimidated by my looks.
But still, she was going after my prey, and that simply wouldn’t do.
I touched her shoulder, turning her 180 degrees to face me.
“Why hello there Jake” she said softly.
I sighed under my breath. Her attempted surprise had failed miserably.
“Yes, good evening Lisa… and don’t pull that surprised innocent crap with me… I’ve seen you watching her all night, and you know damn well I would be watching too.”
“Oh yes, thank you Jake, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” She smirked. That angered me slightly. We’d spoken at length about what I wanted. Needed. Desired.
“Cut the crap already Lisa, I want her. You know I do. You can forget any designs you have on her, because they are not going to happen.” My words were spoken sharply, the slightest hint of danger creeping into them.
I watched Lisa carefully, her dark eyes shifting from left to right.
“What’s it worth Jake? She’d make a fine trophy to add to my collection.”
“It’s worth me not slitting your throat.” A simple phrase, but it had the desired effect. Lisa stepped back and raised an eyebrow.
“Ok Jake, but I’ll remember this. She is yours if you wish… but payback is a *****…”
And with that, she slunk off to find some other prize to stalk.
I turned back to face the dance floor. She was still there.
KoRn – Got The Life was blasting out of the speakers. The atmosphere became charged as people pushed and shoved their way onto the dance floor. I let myself be pushed with them.
Jonathon Davis’ voice was a battle cry, a call to arms. Almost 200 people instantly became friends. 200 bodies moved together, stomping and moshing. Glo-sticks spun through the air, arms traced invisible patterns, legs and bodies thrust violently in every direction.
Now was the time to strike. I saw her, swaying in her black leather boots. She almost looked shocked by the sudden energy (although some would call it violence) spreading across the dance floor.
I pushed people out of the way, even shoved a dancer off the dance floor (they didn’t care, they where all too lost in the dance). I had my moment. I needed to take it.
I stepped up behind her, resting a gloved hand on her delicate shoulder.
And when she turned, looking at me with awe-inspired yet innocent eyes, my heart almost melted.
Almost.
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Katt
More my pet....more!
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Sofronia
Nice- vivid, well told. It is off to a good start, good set up scene. You have my interest. Please continue.
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Chapter Three
“Lets go somewhere quieter” I shouted. I had to, the music was deafening.
She looked at me blankly.
I smiled, picked her up in my arms, and carried her off the dance floor, as the song faded out into something new by the Saints of Eden. She didn’t struggle at all, she just flushed red slightly and inhaled a few short sharp breaths.
I did wonder to myself if she really could be a virgin. She was acting as if she’d never met a man before, and therefore thought nothing wrong with being carried away.
I almost smiled to myself, but noticed Lisa giving me an evil stare. I carried the girl into a private alcove and sat her down.
“You are Jake” she said, quietly.
I blinked. Then nodded. I was off-balance, and slightly confused.
“You want me, don’t you?”
What the hell was this…
“Yes”
“And you’d do anything to get me, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded, mind reeling.
“Good, then fetch me a shot of vodka, and whatever you want.”
I stood up, and walked to the bar. What the hell was happening? She knew my name, she knew my intentions, and she was actually telling me what to do. I ordered the drinks quietly and noticed Lisa standing beside me.
She just smiled, blew me a kiss, and walked off, heels clicking on the floor.
This night had taken a strange turn of events, and I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing.
I looked at my watch.
12:01am.
Chapter Four
I passed her the drink and sat beside her, fingers drumming on my knee.
“Stop that” she said, almost in the tone of a strict Mistress.
I did so. I don’t know why. But I did.
“You’ve never seen me before, have you Jake?”
I shook my head.
“Maybe you are so caught up in being the hunter, that you hadn’t realised you could be the hunted.” She spoke softly, her eyes now alive and watching me intently.
“You should open your eyes more, instead of just chasing something you’ve never even seen before.”
She knew. I cursed under my breath. Could it be true? Was I so blinded by my lust for an innocent that I had let another stalk me?
I nodded, and look back to her.
“How long has it been, how long have you been watching?”
“A year or so. It’s been quite funny, watching your poor disappointed face each week, as another slipped from your grasp.”
I growled. Not in a menacing way, but just enough to let her know I wasn’t to be messed with.
“Oh hush, that might work on that pathetic creature called Kris, but you can forgot trying to intimidate me with it.” She smirked. There had been some power-shift, and I was definitely on the wrong side of the curve. She was playing me at my own game. Controlling the situation for her means.
“So what do you want, since you seem to have all the answers?” I asked, trying to get back on top.
“Well, I have an offer for you Jake. I know you are driven by lust and passion to seek out a virgin to make your own. I know you will never stop until you do this.”
“Keep talking.”
“The deal is this Jake. You can have me. You can ***** me all you want. But you must give me a gift. A toy for me to play with. A female toy. I think you know who I mean.” She gazed into the club, and I followed her gaze.
I bit my lip. She was looking at Lisa, who was currently pole-dancing to a Rammstein song.
This was going to get interesting.
I looked at my watch.
1:34am.
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Katt
You are right...I love this one probably most of all! haha. I love seducing the hunters. Call it a ..'hobby'. (sweet fanged smile)
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Chapter Five
I reclined in the chair slightly, watching this new, dangerous girl. Hell, I didn’t even know her name. I was so lost I hadn’t even asked.
“Who are you?”
“Is it important, Jake?” was the prompt, slightly brash response.
“To me it is.”
“My name is Zara.”
“So Zara, what happens if I turn down your ‘deal’?”
“Oh that’s simple Jake.” She stared directly at me.
“I’ll have you killed.”
I almost choked on my drink.
“Are you ***** crazy? Killed?” This conversation had gone from strange to the completely ridiculous. Someone who couldn’t throw a punch, let alone mortally injure me was threatening to have me killed.
She said nothing, just stared back at me. I rubbed my short hair and cursed again. I’ve been in some scrapes, but this one was getting beyond that.
I finished my drink and nodded slowly.
“All right, I’ll do it. I will meet you at the cemetery at 3am.” I rose, and started walking towards Lisa, when I heard Zara calling after me.
“Oh and Jake...'
It turned and faced her.
'Make her wet for me.'
I bit my lip and checked my watch again.
1:57am
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Yosarian
Very good writing. Interesting interplay of characters. I have the defenate feeling that Jake is getting in way over his head. (lucky guy )
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Samarkand
The dialogue is the strong suit of this story. Snappy, dark, and wickedly humourous in turns.
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Katt
Mmmm...yes...I do agree with the others. You should finish this one today.
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Chapter Six
I could feel Zara’s burning gaze on my back as I walked towards Lisa. I was uncomfortable with this new set of arrangements.
I felt around in my coat pocket for a packet of tablets. I was about to cross the line, again. A special mixture of Valium and other prescription drugs, the tablets I’d made had an almost instantaneous affect. Hopefully Lisa would pass out into my arms.
Failing that, I’d have to use other methods. I clenched my fist almost without thinking about it.
No, I didn’t want to use other methods, lest things get out of hand.
I ordered a bottle of water from the bar, unscrewed it, and dropped the tablet inside. Other clubbers and the security guards might have been watching me, but most where already well on their way, having consumed a vast quantity of drugs. I’d never bothered with drugs, aside from learning how to use them against people.
Lisa was slumped across a table, drenched in sweat. Her blonde hair was matted against her forehead, and what little clothing she had on was stuck to her body. She looked every inch the hardcore dancer.
I sat down in a chair and carefully leaned over her.
“Fancy a drink?”
Her eyes flickered open, looking at me.
“Um, yeah… thanks.”
I handed her the drink, and reclined back in the chair. She pulled the top off, and practically down the bottle in one hit.
Spineshank – Synthetic blasted out of the speakers.
I checked my watch.
2:15am.
“So where is your new bit of stuff Jake?” asked Lisa, trying to sit upright on the table. She tossed the bottle aside and looked at me, brushing the stray strands of hair behind her ears.
“Wasn’t exactly what I was looking for, that’s why I’m stuck here with you.”
She laughed, looking around the club.
“Jake, a master of the underhand insult, as always.”
I grinned at her, checking my watch again.
2:17am.
Damn, the drugs should be working now. I had 43 minutes to pull this off, and it was too late to back out now.
Lisa was swaying slightly.
“Whoa, what the hell… why do I feel so tired…” She was struggling to keep her eyes open, her limbs flopping slightly. She looked back towards me, her eyes going wide when she saw my evil grin.
“Time to go Lisa.”
I’m still not sure she heard that remark, because it was precisely the point she fell forwards and into my waiting arms.
Time to go indeed.
I carried her out of the club, into the still morning air. I wasn’t worried about getting any odd looks; Lisa wouldn’t be the last person to be carried out that night.
I carried her quietly back to the car, fumbling with the keys for a few moments before unlocking the boot. I had some things to do before I transported her to the cemetery.
I looked around. The car park was deserted.
I pulled the small 3” knife from inside my coat, and started cutting Lisa’s clothing away. She moaned in her drug-induced sleep. I tossed the shreds of clothing into the boot of the car, and rested Lisa on the bumper. I was working on automatic now, and Lisa’s stunning figure didn’t even trigger an emotional response… there was no guilt, sorrow or pity. Lisa was just the unlucky girl that would have to suffer so I could get what I needed.
I removed my bag from the car, and removed a few items; a ring gag, two sets of leather cuffs, and a hood. If this was going to work, I couldn’t take any chances. Lisa was a fighter, and even under the influence of drugs, she would still be tricky.
I quickly locked the ring-gag into her mouth, and tied the hood tightly round her head. Her ankles and wrists then got the cuff treatment, and I bundled her into the boot. The time for ***** around was long gone. I had to get to the cemetery, quickly.
I shut the boot, and got into the car. Turning the key in the ignition, my mind was thinking a thousand thoughts at once. I’d never been this scared in a long time. What happened next was going to be down to Zara, who I had absolutely no knowledge of.
Damn it.
A clock on the dashboard blinked at me.
2:34am
Chapter Seven
The roads were quiet, and the abandoned cemetery was only a few miles away, so it took barely 5 minutes to get there.
I pulled off the road and cut the headlights. The moon was out, and provided plenty of light for driving. Besides, I didn’t want to announce my presence to anyone (Zara) who could be waiting.
I opened the window, driving slowly up the gravel track. The only sound was the tyres crunching over the gravel.
I parked up beside the abandoned church. Some local historian thought it hadn’t been used for about 150 years. I couldn’t have cared either way.
The clock on the dashboard blinked at me again.
2:41am
19 minutes until it all kicked off. Time to move.
I got out of the car, shut the driver’s door, and after checking my surroundings again, opened the boot. A barrage of mumbled insults and obscenities greeted me.
Lisa was awake. Awake, and very angry.
“Why hello my dear, I ensured you are comfortable?”
Lisa glared. In fact, her eye’s practically bled hatred. I was glad I had cuffed her, otherwise I would probably be facing a rather unwelcome kick in the face.
“Now, would you just calm down for a minute?” I smirked. It was nice to have a feeling of power again. I picked her up roughly, and held her over my shoulder.
The drugs had definitely worn off, and she bucked wildly in my grasp. Holding her tightly, I grabbed my bag from the boot and walked off towards the abandoned main building.
The ancient door was off its hinges, so I quietly slipped inside with Lisa still fighting my hold. Moonlight was streaming through the windows (the stained glass ones having been broken many moons ago), so I had no trouble making my way up to the altar.
I dumped Lisa onto it and dropped my bag to the floor.
I checked my watch again.
2:50am.
As Zara would probably say, it was time to get Lisa wet.
Lisa’s shaking form was dripping with sweat, even in the cool air within the church. I removed a clean towel from my bag and carefully wiped her down.
I stood over her, staring down at her. “Lisa, there is no escape. I’m sorry it had to be you. But you might as well accept what is happening. You never, know, you might enjoy it.”
She merely stared back and tried cursing. I laughed. “Fine, have it your own way… but whatever happens will happen whether you like it or not.”
Working quickly, I removed 4 lengths of rope from my bag, and proceeded to attach them to the four corner posts of the altar. Then, with a certain amount of force, to stop myself getting a kick or a fist to the face, I undid the cuffs, and attached them to the ropes; stretching Lisa tightly across the altar, spread-eagle.
I was breathing heavily. While physically Lisa was no match for me, the adrenaline in her system made her hard work. I slipped my coat off and threw it over a bench, and then used another towel to wipe my brow.
I looked at Lisa, bound to the altar. I had not removed her black lace thong or bra yet, and the longer I looked, the more I wanted to. She was truly gorgeous, and her writhing movements and moans were getting to me. Well, getting to part of me at least. I could feel the heat building in my groin, the small pinpricks as my ***** swelled.
I checked my watch.
2:55am.
Not enough time to do anything. The need was burning. My desire rising.
I climbed onto the altar and knelt between Lisa’s legs. I was sure I heard her curse me through the ring gag. I ignored it.
I ran a single fingertip up the inside of her right thigh, and she bucked and squirmed violently. I carried on ignoring her mumbled screams and pathetic movements. I eased the lacy material of her thong aside, and in an almost mechanical movement, slipped my finger inside her *****.
She was already wet.
Dripping, in fact.
I looked up at her, her chest rising and falling. So, Lisa was a bondage slut. Just how much had Zara learned during her time watching me. Did she know about Lisa’s needs as well? Even I didn’t know all of them. Hell, I knew nothing really.
I kept moving my finger inside her, exploring more with each thrust. A low moan escaped Lisa’s mouth, as her hips tried to move down and meet my finger.
That single finger was soon joined by a second, and they both moved in a slow rocking action, deeper and deeper. Lisa was writing and moaning, and I was tempted to remove the gag.
Then my watch started beeping. I withdrew my fingers, slick with Lisa’s juices.
I looked at my watch.
3:00am
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crimson
ooooooooooooooohh... i SOOOOO love stories about the hunter being hunted.. heheheh
more more more more more!!! i love the descriptions.. you've mastered the art of creating visual pictures in the minds of the readers... well done, well done!
more more more!!!
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Sofronia
Alors! C'est formidable! C'est magnifique. Spreadeagle on an altar. That has wonderful overtones. A master stroke. Continuez vous!
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Chapter Eight
I checked my watch.
3:05am
I sat on a broken cabinet, hidden in the shadows. I’d left Lisa wanting more on the altar. She was still now, probably wondering where I had gone.
The hood had eye, nose and mouth holes, and wasn’t designing for sensory deprivation. To be honest, it was to make her uncomfortable, and was probably completely unnecessary.
I was thinking about that hood, when I felt a burning sensation at the back of my head, then I saw stars and bright colours… and finally I saw nothing, as I slipped into deep into the blackness of unconsciousness.
I awoke to the sound of passionate moans. I tried to rub the lump I could already feel growing on my head, but my arms didn’t seem to respond. I was still not with it.
Inhaling deeply, I tried to clear my head. I closed my eyes, reopened them, and everything did seem clearer. I also realised what had gone wrong with my arms.
In some kind of sick joke, I was on a cross. Each leg and arm was cuffed to it, while a wide leather belt was round my waist, holding me tightly against it. There was no way in hell I was getting off this thing without someone releasing me.
I turned my head towards to altar, and the sound of the moans. Zara was here. She was kneeling between Lisa’s legs, her face buried between her thighs. Her head bobbed up and down, and it didn’t take a genius to work out what was happening. My ***** stirred again, and no amount of will power would stop it from getting erect. I grunted, and saw Zara look up.
Our eyes met, and she smiled.
It was the most evil smile I’d seen in my life, and I suddenly felt very, very sick.
Lisa moaned again, clearly wanting more attention. Zara smirked, licked her lips, and once more buried her face in Lisa’s *****.
I could just see Zara’s delicate tongue, working on Lisa’s soaked *****, and her *****. Lisa was still bound, and she writhed and squirmed with each touch of Zara’s tongue.
The lust grew in my loins, my ***** was pressing against the cold material of my leather trousers.
The speed of the moans, and Lisa’s thrusting motions increased. She was close. Zara worked feverishly on her, her tongue exploring her, coaxing her closer and closer.
Lisa groaned and then arched, letting out a guttural moan through the gag, as she came. Zara continued working on her, holding her thighs down, digging her nails in. It was an erotic sight, and for a moment I forgot my restraints.
Lisa pulsed as she came, finally slumping against the altar, breathing in short, sharp gasps. Zara rocked back, licking her lips, before using one of my towels to wipe the rest of her face clean.
“I guess you enjoyed that?” I asked, my voice shattering the moment.
Zara growled.
“Did I say you could ***** speak?”
“No, but you didn’t tell me to shut up either?” I laughed. It wasn’t the wisest idea.
Zara hopped off the table, and I noticed she was still wearing the boots. She walked over to me and, without warning, aimed a kick between my legs.
I felt the pain shoot through my ***** and balls, and bile rose in my throat.
I spat out a curse, tugging on the restraints.
“You’ve had your fun, now give me what I want…”
She held a finger to my lips.
“You cocky little bastard Jake. This isn’t about your worthless needs. This about you learning something.” Her hand brushed against my trousers and my still erect *****.
I bit my lip, trying to keep a straight, unemotional face.
“Oh smile Jake, I know for a fact you are turned on. I can feel it…” and then she pressed her hand against my trousers. She smirked, pressing harder, and harder.
I grimaced. Tried to think of non-sexual thoughts. It didn’t work. My ***** pulsed beneath the leather trousers, as she presser harder still. I looked upwards, desperately thinking of a way out of this.
I tried to ignore her other hand, working its way inside my shirt. Her fingers found my left nipple, twisting it…
I groaned, shifting against the cross.
“Oh you like that, do you Jake?”
I nodded, but avoided eye contact.
“Look at me!” she said in a commanding tone.
I looked down at her, breathing deep, trying to maintain my composure. I felt her nails digging into my nipple, twisting it further…
“What do you want…” I asked, but my voice was almost a whisper.
“What do I want Jake? I want to make you suffer. I want you to break, and then if you are lucky, you’ll get what you want. If you don’t break, you’ll spend the rest of the week here, alone. And then, I’ll let Lisa slit your ***** neck.”
I blinked and looked at her, staring in disbelief.
And that’s when I felt her hand slip inside my trousers…
Chapter Nine
I groaned as her delicate fingers wrapped themselves around my *****. Her fingers were cold, and against my warm flesh, it was heaven.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa struggling against the restraints I’d tied her in earlier. She was whimpering through the ring gag. I knew how she felt.
Zara’s grip on my ***** tightened, and her fingers dug deeper into my nipple. I arched against the cross, cursing her name.
I was rewarded with an even harder twist on my nipple, but Zara then removed her hands and stepped back, smiling.
“Well now, you do have a dirty mouth, don’t you Jake? Is that how you impress the all girls, or is it just me?”
“Just you… now let me the ***** go. I want no more part of your sick little games.” I spat the words out, the anger overtaking my lust and desire.
“No, Jake, I won’t be doing that anytime soon.”
She stepped backwards, dipping a finger inside her own *****.
“I won’t be letting you go, because I know you want this.” She slid the finger deeper, moaning slightly. I tried not to look, but couldn’t help it.
“Oh dear, something the matter Jake? Cat got your tongue?”
This was all wrong. One minute she was teasing me, then hurting me, and then she was pleasuring herself. Any ideas about innocence had long since gone out of my mind. I wanted out of this, and I wanted out now.
Zara walked back over to the altar, and picked up a dagger from my bag. She spun it on her finger.
Lisa must’ve seen it through the hood, because I heard her mumble and watched her twist and turn in the restraints.
“What the ***** are you doing?” There was a new sense of urgency in my mouth.
“Oh Jake, don’t you understand? If you are not willing to play my ‘little games’ then I’ll have no further need for you or Lisa.”
I gulped. This was my own doing, and Lisa had no part in it. We may have fought, and I might have drugged her and then brought into this, but there was no way I wanted her dead.
“Let her go, you can deal with me.”
“Pardon, Jake? I don’t think you are in any position to order me around.” She was laughing again. It was unsettling.
“Let her go… please.” I forced the words out, if only for Lisa’s sake.
“You mean you are willing to swap places with Lisa, if it means saving her life?”
That wasn’t what I said at all, but I was playing on her terms now.
“If you give me your word that she will live, then yes, I’ll swap places with her.”
I saw Lisa, laying still on the altar, clearly listening to the battle of words.
“Beg for her life.” I looked back to face Zara.
“What?”
“You are not completely stupid Jake, you are not deaf. I said, beg for her life.”
I stayed silent.
Zara twisted round and held the knife to Lisa’s throat. Lisa screamed through the gag and squirmed hard. I never realised she had so much energy.
I thought hard, desperately seeking some other way out.
“I said beg you ***** bastard, or I’ll kill you both here and now.” Zara pressed the knife harder against Lisa’s skin.
I swallowed.
“Please Zara, I beg of you, let Lisa go, so that I might take her place.” I’d never spoke to much bullshit in my life.
“Louder!”
“Please Zara, I beg you, release Lisa, so that I might take her place.” I spoke louder; my words echoing round the empty church.
Zara tossed the dagger aside, and walked back over to me, heels clicking loudly. She pressed herself against me, her face inches from mine.
“Why Jake, of course I will do that for you.” And then she laughed.
I saw her teeth, her fangs…. She was a vampire!
Her laughter rang loudly in my ears, and I think I might have screamed. What the hell had I just done?
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Sofronia
Woops! I do like to see a cocky SOB get his just deserts, the girl on the altar and Mr. Asshole on the cross- delicious, but a vampire? Oh, my! Hurry, where do we go from here?
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Chapter Ten
Zara was silent now, swiftly removing the cuffs, hood and gag from Lisa.
I was silent too, and Lisa just made small whimpering noises every now and then. Zara helped her up, and then shoved her in my direction.
“Release him, then make yourself scarce.”
Lisa moved to my side, her eyes wide with fear. She worked on undoing the belt and cuffs.
“Lisa, I don’t know what the ***** she is… but I’m sorry. I was blinded by my need.”
“Jake, she has told me everything. She is a vampire, a Queen of the Night. She is going to make you one of them, and then you’ll come for me.”
She was sobbing as she worked. I had felt no guilt earlier. I did now. I had fucked up, and maybe it would cost Lisa and me our lives. Well, our normal lives anyway.
I managed to glance at my watch as Lisa released my left arm.
4:45am
I blinked, as I moved towards the altar. Dawn would be fast approaching. I saw Lisa running out of the church out of the corner of my eye.
Cogs turned in my mind, as I allowed Zara to bind me to the altar. Dawn. Dawn means sun. Sun and vampires don’t mix.
Before she restrained my left arm, I checked again.
4:56am
Dawn couldn’t be more than an hour away.
Finally, I was tied over the altar. There was no hood or gag however. Zara stood beside me, sliding her hands under my shirt.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I’m going to give you what you want Jake.”
She twisted both nipples as once, and I jerked against the restraints, grunting loudly.
“Oh you poor baby, does it hurt?” I guessed it was an entirely rhetorical question, as she dug her nails in and twisted harder.
I said nothing further, and resisting the urge to groan anymore.
Zara released my nipples and walked over to where the dagger had been thrown earlier.
“As wonderful as you look like that, I’m afraid that clothing has to go Jake.”
She twirled the dagger in the air, and then set about cutting my clothing to shreds. The shirt went first, then the trousers. The boots stayed on however.
I shivered slightly.
Zara frowned.
“Oh dear Jake” she said as she brushed her nails across my flaccid *****, “It seems you’ve lost your earlier enthusiasm for me.”
“Being threatened with death tends to do that to a guy Zara.” I immediately regretted the sarcastic remark.
Zara’s nails dug into my ***** and yanked upwards violently, leaving red scratch marks. I was gritting my teeth, trying to not give her the satisfaction of hearing my moans.
“That’s enough bullshit Jake. I’m fed up with your remarks.” She stormed off to the far corner, where I her bag was. I hadn’t noticed before, but the light was growing stronger with every minute.
She returned with a device that looked like something from a dungeon.
I bit my lip. She saw my face and laughed again. I was beginning to dislike that laugh immensely.
She held the device in front of me.
“This, dearest Jake, is a *****-gag, with a dildo attached. I’m going to ***** your pretty little face, and you are not going to be able to do a damn thing about it.”
She was sick. I didn’t tell her that, since I was now worried she’d kill me just for the hell of it.
“Open your mouth.”
I couldn’t actually believe it, but I opened my mouth. She forced the gag into my mouth, and buckled it tightly behind my head.
I looked up, at the obscenely large dildo sticking straight up. This was hell. Not only had I lost my chance to take her a long time ago, I was going to have her ***** my face… and I couldn’t even taste her.
I mumbled a curse, which she ignored.
She hauled herself upright and stood above me, slowly kneeling down over my head. There was no point even trying to turn my head away. I just lay there waiting.
And waiting…
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Katt
Wouldn't it be funny if she wasn't affected by sunlight? haha.
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Chapter Eleven
Zara impaled herself on the dildo in one fluid movement, moaning as she did so. I could smell her scent. She smelt sweet, and that was enough to get me aroused. I was desperately trying to avoid that happening, but she had already noticed.
“See Jake, my way is best, even your ***** agrees with me.”
I groaned and tried to hold still, as she rocked up and down against my face.
Bullshit, I had nothing to loose by trying, so I strained against the restraints, cursing violently into the gag. My movements only seemed to excite her more, as she thrusted violently downwards.
I then felt her reach round and stroke my *****, which was already erect.
Damn her… how was I supposed to concentrate when she did that?
“Oh look Jake, what a hard boy you. Maybe you do really want this?” She stroked harder and faster, in time with her thrusts against my face.
I bucked wildly, trying to get her off. There was no way this ***** was making me *****…
I felt her squeeze tighter, her nails digging into my flesh. My mouth was sore from the gag. If I did get out of this, I was going to kill her.
I heard her moaning, as if she calling in other language, one I’d never heard before. It almost sounded Latin… but Latin had never sounded this evil.
She was close now, I could tell. She rocked faster, literally slamming herself onto the dildo. As she did so, she stroked my ***** faster and harder, coaxing me towards cumming.
“Come on Jake, let yourself go. I can feel it inside you, the need to *****.”
I growled at her through the gag.
She was tossing and turning now, grinding onto the dildo. I could see her clearly now, the smoothness of her skin, and of course, the sharpness of her fangs when she moaned.
She shuddered suddenly, screaming and bucking wildly… she was cumming right on top of me. Her hand worked my ***** furiously, and I couldn’t help it either. I came. Hard.
The sheer perverted nature of the entire scene had pushed my self-control over the edge.
But as I arched against the altar, something else happened. The rope holding the cuff on my left wrist snapped.
Zara sat on top of the dildo, writhing in post-orgasmic bliss.
I stole a look at my watch
5:45am
Before I knew quite what I was doing, I found myself reaching around to undo the cuff on my right wrist, while Zara was calming down.
This was my chance. There was no room for ***** ups now.
Zara slid off the dildo, jumped down from the table and went over to her bag. She lit a cigarette, without even saying a word to me. I unbuckled the ***** gag quietly and tossed it aside.
I then sat up, and quickly set about undoing the ankle cuffs.
“What the *****…” I heard Zara start to say.
“Enjoy that cigarette Zara, it’s going to be your last.” The anger that was stifled before was now allowed to run free. I released the last of the ankle cuffs and charged at her.
She attempted to block me, but I had the momentum. Slamming her into the corner, I grabbed her wrists and roughly dragged her into the middle of the church. It was almost light. I had little time to loose.
“Get the ***** off me Jake” she gasped, still trying to regain her breath from the winding she had just received.
“Oh no Zara, you’ve had your fun, now its my turn.”
I threw her on the floor. I’d had enough of this vampire *****.
I’m not proud of what happened next. It was violent and savage. It was the desire within me. I was a wounded animal, seeking revenge.
I fucked her. Hard. She tried to scratch me, but I pinned her wrists to the dusty floor. She tried to bite my neck, so I head butted her, almost knocking her unconscious.
As I said, I’m not proud of what I did.
The look in her eyes was pure shock, and I sensed a touch of humiliation. A mere mortal was having his way with her, and on his terms. Not that it mattered.
I came inside her after a short while. I think I cursed her again.
What happened next was a blur.
Lisa was there, dragging me away. The sun spilled into the church through one of stained glass windows.
Someone screamed, and then I remember flames.
After that, there was nothing.
Chapter Twelve
I woke up with a start. I was hot, and my head was throbbing.
The church was no longer there; it had been replaced by a bedroom. I didn’t recognise it, until I rolled over.
I blinked.
Lisa.
I slid out of the bed, pulled on an old pair of trousers and a t-shirt, and padded downstairs. I found the kitchen easily enough, and fixed myself a strong black coffee. My head was still throbbing, so I also knocked back a couple of painkillers.
I thought about what happened; the screaming and the flames.
I was still sat there thinking about 2 hours later, when Lisa came downstairs. She was dressed in a silk dressing gown, and I found myself blushing when she caught me looking her over.
“Well good morning Jake, glad to see you are up and about.”
“Can’t keep someone like me down…” I started.
And then I don’t know what happened.
Lisa was in my lap, kissing me. I found myself kissing her back. Hands groped inside the dressing gown, her hands where down my trousers. I picked her up, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. I threw her onto the satin covered bed, and quickly stripped the t-shirt and trousers off. She was hurriedly stripping out of the dressing gown.
The next few hours were a blur. I remember the first time my ***** slid inside her *****, and the first time I came together.
I remember her on top, clawing at my chest, and riding me hard.
And I remember her face, so innocent, when we finally lay down together, curling up in the sheets.
I woke up a few hours later, while Lisa was still sleeping soundly. I put the old t-shirt and trousers back on, and slipped out of the house. My car was outside.
I looked up at Lisa’s window, and saw her staring down at me, smiling. I winked back at her, and got into the car.
I turned the key in the ignition and drove off. The sun was still burning brightly in the sky.
Just another weekend, I told myself. Just another weekend, like any other.
Epilogue
One week later.
I watched her dancing under the UV lights, her pale skin contrasting with her black hair and almost illegally short black dress. She couldn’t have been more than 21.
She was young.
She was innocent.
I intended to change all that…
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Lobo
Some people never learn.
I like what you learned and how you tell it.
You fit in well.
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Katt
I LOVED how it ended! Bravo!!! Great writing style!
I'm so proud. (sniffles and wipes a tear)
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Yosarian
Great story. I really liked the fast driving pace of it, as well as it's unpredictability.
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wolfiee
Wow!!! I really enjoyed this! The pacing was excellent...the dialogue superb! You have a great writing style and the only complaint that I have is that we don't see more of it!
Great story!
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Sofronia
Brava! Well told, well done- Thank you!
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DrD[sq]
Great story, and great finish! Love how it is straightforward and sharp the whole way, never digressing from the central driving plotline. Characterizations are well formed and have high contrast. Dialog, as others have already said, is snappy and sharp, reflecting each character uniquely.
So, will we see more of Jake and his quest for innocents?
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Kweilo
Oh you never know...
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DrD[sq]
quote: Oh you never know...
Actually, I think I do
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redhead_sue
Loved this -- quick, unpredictable, fun, exciting... a great story, is what I'm saying!
More!
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Samarkand
I really enjoy the spare prose. Packs a lot of punch!
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squirmygal
I loved it The entire premise of the hunter/hunted, and the vampire twist! What a fun story. I would love to see more of your writing!
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Kira
Dear boy, this was truly masterful, not bad for a sub! Excellent writing, great plot, dialogue (although everyone has already said that), and a truly brilliant story all up! Should have had you as the scriptwriter on Buffy.... just a pity there wasn't more of this one!
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