Anchored by his cock and his wrist, she threatened. “Don’t ever try to surprise me with the needle. I am a vampire you imbéciles! Don’t play with me or I will play with you.” She tugged on Oso’s cock and flicked her head in the direction of Demarco laid out on the patio, limp and exhausted.
“You won’t like the way I play.”
Oso’s aura held the dark swirling colors of fear with an edge of yellow boldness. He offered, “You want this don’t you?”
What did she want? She wanted more. More fun, more blood, more sex. But she missed her beloved Aaron. Where did Aaron go? Why wasn’t Aaron here to join the fun? She tried to reach out for him, but he was gone. Nothing but black emptiness. He’d gone far to the North, many miles away. He’d left her.
“Where is Aaron? Why did he leave me?” She felt like crying with the horrible well of disappointment. Would he ever leave her? Could ever leave her?
“He is mine forever. He cannot leave. Take me to him!”
Oso’s aura streaked with another spike of reddish-black fear and anxiety. “Here, this’ll make it better. Let me give you this. And then I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
She could smell the drug in the needle, the smell of wonderful reckless abandon. It wouldn’t hurt to let him give it to her. Then he would take her to Aaron. “Oui. I like that very much.”
“You gotta let go. I need both hands.” She had been holding his wrist and cock the whole time. She let go of both.
“Je veux plus.” He didn’t seem to understand her. She growled, “I want more, and then you will take me to Aaron!”
He smirked, fear and boldness intertwining in his aura. “Give me your arm.”
She did. In a moment he had slipped the needle in and given her a fantastic blast of happiness. He was right there in her face as she growled and moaned, leaning into his chest. She could smell his fear and arousal. His pants were undone. His heart beat strong and fresh against her cheek. His hands reached around to hold her close, erection pressed hard against her belly. Time to play with Oso.
* * * *
Michelle stood up from atop Oso’s lap and stared down at him as he huffed and wheezed, exhausted after their latest round of punishing sex. She swayed on her feet, so high she could barely walk.
“Où est Aaron? Take me to Aaron. Why can’t I find him?”
She staggered three steps before slipping on the wet tile to fall into the hot tub headfirst. She splashed and flailed around in the water.
“Pinche puta loca.” He groaned and rolled over to pull her out.
She tugged him into the water giggling, wrapping around him with her hands between his legs. He felt the wonderful sting of her tiny little razor sharp teeth as she bit him on his chest for the gazillionth time. She held his cock as it hardened in her grip. Her glazed dilated eyes stared at him.
Blazing wonder and euphoria spread from his chest out across his whole body. She could give him nirvana with the tiniest prick of her teeth. She needed only a little blood in exchange for a dose of her wonderful venom. Not a bad deal really.
Her teeth sunk in, pumping all that wonderful sensation straight to his cock.
She licked his blood from the cuts on his chest with that same hungry look in her eyes, the one that always preceded sex, violence, or some combination thereof. She pulled and tugged, coaxing his flaccid member back into shape.
“Je veux plus. Je veux Aaron.” She had said it numerous times over the past couple hours while fucking him raw. He knew what she meant. More. She wanted more. More blood, more sex, more heroin. She wanted Aaron, the punk.
Her eyes turned dark and brooding. She flipped personalities in an instant, going from lovey dovey to psycho bitch without warning. And she had become very angry at Aaron’s absence.
He called to Demarco, “Darle más ante que ella recupere y nos matamos!” Give her more before she sobers up and kills us.
He had begun to panic. She rubbed her breasts on his chest and spread her legs wide to sit astride his lap. His cock in one hand, she ran her other hand down his jawline in an implied promise of something yet to come. He looked into her inhuman angry stare and knew fear like he’d never known before.
“Take me to Aaron.” She whispered husky in his ear. Somehow, the quiet tone was more ominous than any of her growls, howls, or screams had been previously.
He nodded to Demarco. “Get another dose Essay!” Desperation evident in his voice. With her hands between his legs, he readily imagined how quick and easy she might slice right through his cock. A very sobering thought.
Demarco stepped up, taking her attention off Oso’s bruised cock. “We used all the premade doses, but I got another five grams we can cook up. If you want I can get you a whole fuckin kilo. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m your man.”
* * * *
As he cooked up several more doses for Michelle, Demarco shook his head at his predicament. He now understood far better than Kramer what the ‘big deal’ was with Michelle. God had created her as the perfect seducer of men. When it came to sex and sensuality, no man alive could resist her. She was Eve, the embodiment of original sin, everything a man ever wanted but could never truly claim as his own. To try would be his downfall. His perfect little world had been shattered by this beautiful creature. It would never be the same again.
He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake their vows in trade for a few moments with her. With one glance men would happily follow her to the bowels of hell and swim across the lake of fire to get to her.
* * * *
Michelle glanced back and forth between them, Oso’s rigid cock held tightly in her lethal grip. She read the color of fear in their auras. She owned them. But unlike Anastasia, they were not beloved pets.
Demarco worked feverishly fast at the wet bar preparing another dose. In seconds he came to her with that wonderful little needle held out like a white flag peace offering.
“This is what you want right? I got it right here ready to go.”
“I want Aaron.”
“Sure, whatever you say. We’ll do whatever you say Michelle.” He was very very afraid now. Almost terrified. Taking her to Aaron scared him very badly.
She stood up out of the water. His fear smelled so enticing. She liked the taste of adrenaline in the blood, so much sweeter. She leaped on him, knocking the needle out of his hand to land in a furious tumble on the tile. He tried to fight, holding her down, but she flipped him over like nothing, pinning him down on the tile.
“You take me to Aaron now!”
A slight stinging poke in the back of her shoulder … wonderful joy spread everywhere at once. She lolled over sideways atop Demarco, barely able to hold herself up from the assault of the drug on her senses.
“Lets play some more Michelle.” Oso spoke quietly in her ear, lifting her up from Demarco.
His hands slid down between her legs, massaging her inside and out. She purred into his embrace.
“Him too.” She pointed at Demarco as he swam in and out of her blurred vision. Demarco stared at her in utter fascination. She knew she owned both of them, fun new toys to play with.
* * * *
Demarco had never before used the heroin he sold. He feared becoming an addict. As he watched Michelle riding Oso up against the wall, her claws dug into the exterior stucco siding, he resigned himself to the fact that the course of his life was irrevocably changed. He knew the indescribable sensations from Michelle’s bite must be akin to heroin, and just as addictive. She had bitten him more times than he could count, and yet he already wanted more. She had doomed him to this addiction, which he artfully avoided all his life, until now.
Many had tried to convince him to shoot up his own material. He had faced peer pressure and even threat of death by those suspecting him of being an undercover cop because of his refusal to use. The irony of his predicament did not escape him. He chuckled
at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. He always paid a price for ignoring his instincts. He should never have shot her up.
* * * *
Chapter 17
Michelle’s cell phone hummed from the vibration of an incoming call. Oso didn’t react fast enough to get out of her way. He’d been humping away with her down on the floor, her legs up in the air over his shoulders. She removed him in one fluid movement, untangling her legs from his shoulders to shove her knees into his gut, pushing off with her hands. Quite a sight to see three hundred fifty pounds of naked fat Mexican launched into the air, screaming and flailing. He landed in a perfect belly flop on top of Demarco, crushing the lawn chair beneath them. They spent a couple minutes cursing, disentangling themselves from one another in the twisted lawn chair as Michelle answered her cell.
“Hello, Qui est à l’appareil?”
Anastasia bawled like a child. She could barely understand her. “Ooohhhh gaaad! He’s gone! He left me! Where is he? I know you know where he is!” Michelle couldn’t get in a single word in. “The party’s over! He left me. You left me here all alone! Ohh gaaad it hurts Michelle! I need him sooo baaad!”
“Ana listen, calmez-vous ma chérie. It’s alright. Where are you?”
“I’m here at the hotel, why didn’t you come back? You promised! I need you Michelle! It hurts, please help me! Don’t leave me here to die!”
Ana’s intoxicated speech slurred heavily as she cried into the phone.
“Ana … Ana listen. I will send you the address here. Take a taxi. I am waiting for you.” She couldn’t deal with the drama anymore. She cut off the call.
Demarco and Oso had crawled into the hot tub to sooth their aching abused bodies. The pain killer of her venom only went so far. Their adventures with her on the ceramic tile patio and abrasive stucco walls had caught up with them. She slipped into the hot tub, cell phone in hand, and growled at Demarco.
“Send her a text with the address to the house! Dépêche-toi!”
* * * *
Demarco couldn’t believe Michelle had spent the entire evening buck-ass naked. It was one of the most unnerving aspects of the ordeal. Neither he nor Oso could get over their fascination with this insane naked sex goddess.
Oso hadn’t said much since being reduced to her sex slave, but Demarco knew they were both in way over their heads, completely obsessed with her. She owned them heart and soul. She had them doing things they’d never believed themselves capable of. They spent hours with her naked, double-teaming her. She had a thing she did where she was atop one of them; sucking cock like no tomorrow, while the other one nailed her from behind. She had the inhuman coordination to rise up with her ass and hips to meet each stroke and then drop back down to deep throat the man beneath her.
In the last hour Oso lost his erection and couldn’t continue. He begged her. “I can’t do it no more! If you gonna kill me, do it! But I can’t fuck you no more!” It would have been hilarious if he wasn’t so pathetic.
From that point forward Demarco carried the torch alone. He had long ago reached the limits of his endurance. There seemed no end in sight to this horrible night. She had already consumed six doses and they planned to give her as many more as it took to survive the ordeal. He wished to god he’d never given her that first blast of china white. A mistake he would regret for the rest of his life, that is if he survived for much longer.
He finally caught a break when Oso yelled out, “Somebody’s bangin at the door!”
* * * *
Anastasia staggered out of the cab, peering at the text and the brass plate with the house address. This is the place. One unsteady footstep followed another until a white door swam into view. Small insects crawled up her skin, into her hair, over her face. No, no, not real. God, Michelle, I need you! Aaron where are you?
She beat on the door to Demarco’s house crying and yelling loudly. “Michelle! Open the door pleeeeese!”
Demarco answered the door in a blood splattered white bathrobe. She stumbled inside, swaying on her feet, roaring drunk, mascara and makeup smeared down her face with tears.
Her stomach flopped, fever spiked, cold sweat and shivers all down her arms. They’re not here! Where are they? She squinted at Demarco, remembering he had taken Michelle.
“Miiicheeelle! Aaaaaron! Where are you! I neeeeed you! Ohhh gaaad I need you!” Unable to hold it in anymore, she doubled over and vomited all over the floor of Demarco’s immaculate clay tiled entryway.
“What the fuck!” He balled up his fist and cocked his arm back.
Michelle swayed up to the doorway just in time to catch him. She lashed out like a whip, smacking him down with an open-handed bitch slap.
“Don’t touch her! Elle est pour moi!” She is mine.
Ana looked up at Michelle, blinking through tears, trying to focus. She was completely nude, streaked with blood, her beautiful golden curls wet and matted with gore.
“Michelle? What happened? Are you hurt?”
Michelle scooped Ana off her feet, cradling her like a child, and bit her affectionately while carrying her off to the back patio and directly into the hot tub. She walked straight into the water with Ana, ruining a brand new $1300 red Gucci dress. She stroked Ana’s hair from her forehead, lovingly wiping away the tears and mascara.
* * * *
Anastasia writhed with the contractions of her orgasm, bucking her hips in the water as though having sex. Michelle reached down between her legs and accommodated her, slipping two fingers into her wet folds.
“Oh Michelle, I missed you so much. Oh! Oh! Yes!”
She caressed Ana delicately, bringing her to climax once more with a soft little bite. Ana squirmed through her back-arching orgasm. She reached between Michelle’s legs to return the favor.
“Oui! Donnez-le-moi!” Give it to me.
They played with each other for a time, enjoying the hot tub in mutual masturbation. Ana eventually curled up into her protective embrace like a kitten. She stroked Ana’s hair and listened to her whine and cry.
“Where’s Aaron? He left me there all alone. You both left me. Don’t you love me anymore?”
She tried to calm Ana with kisses while reaching out through her psychic bond to touch Aaron’s mind. Blackout. Nothingness. He’d moved much farther to the north. In the desert somewhere. She didn’t understand the how or why of it, and there was nothing to do but wait for his return. The sun would rise very soon. She could feel it coming on. No way to find him now, it would have to wait for tomorrow night. He left us.
The painful melancholy settled in. At least I still have Ana, my beautiful Ana.
“Calmez-vous ma petit. Je t’aime. Aaron will return soon. All questions will be answered.” She lied to her pet. The truth of his absence was too painful to admit. “Tu es mon femme. C’est pour toi je suis la’.” She tried to tell her she loved her, and would be there for her, but the French obscured the message.
Michelle’s sing song voice and loving affection seemed to help, the meaning of love conveyed. Ana relaxed, fully sated on sex, venom and way too much liquor.
She worried about her new pet. Poor Anastasia had been neglected, abandoned, and obviously in painful withdrawals. With Aaron gone, she would be so very lonely without Ana. Must take better care of her in the future.
“Demarco! She needs food and drink! Now!” She growled at him through the open sliding glass door.
“Fuck! What the fuck now?”
“Morceau de merde, va te faire enculer!” She cursed him.
Her patience with their antics evaporated as she started coming down off the heroin for the first time in many hours.
* * * *
Though he didn’t understand her words, Demarco caught the menace in her voice. Better get my sorry ass movin if I want to keep it in one piece. He hopped to and took off down the hallway back towards the kitchen yelling, “I got it coming. I got it.”
He brought soup and a sandwich for Ana and set it up on the back patio di
nette table. Michelle carried Ana out of the water, stripped her ruined dress off and wrapped her in one of his white terry cloth bathrobes. Ana ate her fill like a good little drunken pet.
Oso had recovered enough to get up out of his lawn chair and fix himself a sandwich, opting to sit with Michelle and Ana at the table.
He shot Oso a what-the-fuck-are-you-doin look, as if he were a traitor who had joined the rival gang. Oso shrugged his massive bruised shoulders, “Que paso? Tengo hambre guey. I’m hungry. Leave me alone!”
Michelle glanced at the both of them staring each other down and snapped at Demarco. “Go cover the windows in your bedroom. No light. Not one sliver of sunlight. Maintenant!” Now!
Shaking his head at Oso, he jumped up and did as ordered.
Michelle carried her half asleep pet into his bedroom, laid her gently on the bed, and turned on him. “Tomorrow we find Aaron! Go to my room at the Caesar’s Palace and gather all the luggage. Bring it here.” She handed him a room key from the hotel. “Have this ready by sunset.”
With this she crawled under the covers next to her pet and cuddled up, ignoring him completely. He considered himself lucky to be rid of her attentions. If he ever let her sober up, he’d be in for it big time. I’m gonna have to maintain this psycho bitch on a perma-high.
He joined Oso out in the hot tub, relaxing away his aches and pains. Oso shook his head. “She ain’t been gone ten minutes, and I wish she was here right now, suckin on my neck. Me estas chingando Essay. She got me hooked. I know she got you too. What the fuck we gonna do?”
“I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. “We gotta keep her high. As long as she’s busy fuckin and suckin, she ain’t trying to drag us off to look for the punk. And who knows what she’s gonna be like when she’s sober.”
“She’s gonna kill us if she finds out what we did to the punk.” Oso shook his head again.
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