by Tisha Wilson
Jerry allowed his mouth to fall open and she put some oatmeal in. When he had taken a few bites he refused more.
“Well… suit yourself. It is going to be a long day. I think Tonya had the right idea. She just thought you might like a little strength before we get started.”
“What, rape is easier to take on a full stomach?” he asked ironically.
Cherish shook her head as she stood and slipped the robe form her shoulders. “See that’s your problem. How can a woman rape a man? A real man would be happy for this. You. You are like a woman,” she admonished as she put one foot on either side of his hips.
There was no doubting that she was gorgeous. She had a slender body a supermodel would envy, but there was no real give to her beauty. She was beautiful like a statue was beautiful. It was as if she was carved from marble at times for all the warmth she gave. Not like Al. No defiantly not like the vivacious, warm, caring angel he had come to love. He growled in frustration as he struggled against his bonds. He wanted no part of this.
“Ohhh. You going to hit me again? That was the only time in our entire marriage that you were like a real man to me. I think I like you angry. You should get angrier, it will turn me on.”
“Fuck you and what turns you on,” he cursed her.
She took that opportunity to lift her breasts as she looked down on him seductively. There was no denying that she was beautiful, and that his body responded to her, but there was something in her eyes that he hadn’t really noticed before. Maybe he had noticed but he had decided that he could change it in her. There was a slightly dead look in her eyes, as if she were tired of this life.
“How old are you?” he asked at last.
“Right around… eight hundred or so I suppose. It is time for me to have children. This body feels old and I’m tired of living. If you will do what you are supposed to then there will be more of us and maybe I can let go of this fight.”
“Why do you care if there are more of you if you are not sticking around afterward?”
“I’ll be around. I will go back into the others. The only way for me to rest is if they take me back into them. I have to strengthen the people. You are going to help me do that.”
“What? Help you die? Gladly. As for the rest I don’t care if you all rot-”
His words were cut off as she went to her knees over him. He tried to move away but she grabbed his hips and held him still. He forced himself to ignore her body. He thought about the most unattractive things that he could. His Aunt Gilda’s arm fat, his mother naked, his Uncle Victor naked, old women. Cherish was, after all, eight hundred years old. No amount of thinking about naked geriatric people could have kept him from stiffening up when she pushed herself down and wrapped her mouth around him. He had to force his pulse to slow.
He struggled to breath evenly and not let his blood rush to that region. “No,” he cried as she used her tongue to do wicked things to him. “I don’t want you. I don’t want to father your children. You are disgusting. You are disgusting!”
She came up then and looked at him. He wanted to be anywhere else. Her eyes were blood red and her teeth looked unnaturally sharp. “You will weather you want to or not,” she said in a voice that was not her own. Her voice was hollow and evil. This effectively ended all blood flow to the sensitive flesh she crouched over.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and her face returned to normal, her playful smile returning. “I’m sorry. You made me loose my temper there for a moment. Let us see if we can change your mood a bit shall we? Come,” she shouted towards the stair case. The door opened again. Several women entered the room. He got a sinking feeling in his gut as they surrounded him. Each one in turn dropped her robe and he shook his head.
This should be a letter to penthouse. He had to be the unluckiest son of a bitch alive. There were tits and ass everywhere and he didn’t want one of them. Gang rapped by a group of women that could be International super models.
“I said no,” he screamed as he struggled to buck Cherish off him.
“Yes, that’s the way to get started,” she said as she fell over him and rubbed her center against him. She was slick and ready. Hands began to grope him and a feminine mouth closed over his nipple. He flung his head from side to side and tried to concentrate, tried to fight them, but then another tongue laved at his other nipple and his fingers and toes. He rose against his will and then Cherish was there, riding him.
He had no control but he would hold out as long as possible. After a few minutes she looked down at him. “You never went this long before. You can’t last forever though. Let’s see how long. Then Tara and Lena are going to have a go with you. Then Brittany, Alba and Bema, and then Stacie, and you will wish that you had eaten by the time we are through with you,” she said as the women pressed in closer to him, a pile of flesh.
He wanted to cry out, to push them off, but there was no help for him. He was finished. It would only be so long. He felt himself rushing towards the precipice already. He struggled against it, but it was like swimming against the flow of a river.
“I said no,” he yelled helplessly.
* * *
The helicopter whipped her hair around her head and Al eyed Bateman across the seat from her. He was looking at her like he wanted to rip her throat out. He had old money written all over him. He wore wire rimmed spectacles and his golden blond hair was combed back from his face. He wore a salmon colored Izod shirt and white slacks with brown loafers. He was the very definition of a well bred man of refinement, but Al knew better. She had seen him in action and new how very deadly he could be.
His frame suggested that he might be weak, but he was a black belt in tae kwon do, ji jitsu, kung fu, and any other kind of fu she could think of. As a mentor he was also gifted with the ability to heal freakishly fast, and the bite of the wolf wouldn’t change him, but he was not immortal. A thing that had been like a bee in his bonnet for as long as she had known him. He said that he would live a hundred and fifty years but no more.
“I already said that I was sorry,” she snapped as she turned to look out the door. There were a few helicopters flying beside theirs. Each one contained a hunter. She could feel them, feel the need to rip their heads off and spit down their necks.
“You had him. You had him and you were on your way to me. You disobeyed orders dear girl. You brought him here and delivered him into their hands and now we’ve had to spend half a years travel budget to get helicopters, fuel them, buy permission to fly in US air space, hire pilots, leave the rest of the world unprotected from the wolves, and all for what! So you could make him feel better about his family? You’ve put thousands of innocents at risk for this one!”
“Damn right,” she snapped as she looked at him, her eyes purpling.
He nodded and sat back. He dusted a fleck of imaginary dust from his polo shirt. He held his automatic assault rifle in one hand as he did so, the muscled tendons in his arm flexing as he did so.
“We’re almost there,” the pilot told them and Bateman nodded.
“Alicia. I don’t know what you think will come from this infatuation you have but-”
“I will leave him,” she said quietly.
“I beg your pardon.”
“Merde! I said that I will leave him with you when this whole thing is over. I am not stupid. Of course we are not going to ride off into the sunset on my motorcycle. I am going to make sure that he is alive and safe within the compound… and then I am going to give him the needle. D’accord. I am going to ride off and do what I was born to do after he is safe, so you can shove your comments up your stiff-”
“Now now. No need for that. I’m just saying this could have all been done already. If you had just-”
“Had just let his family die? Do you think that would be something that he wouldn’t remember? Do you think he could wake up tomorrow and you tell him his whole family is dead and he won’t fight you to go back there any way? Who is being naive now, conasse? He
would have never stayed in the compound with you if that were the case. This was bound to come to a head and I made it happen a little faster. Now I am going to kill that bitch as dead as dead can get, and get on with the rest of my existence. He’ll be dead in another eighty years or so anyway, if that long, so all I have to do is stay away that long.”
Her heart felt heavy to hear her own words. She looked away from him again.
“Al…” Batemen went silent again. There was nothing that could be said, but she was glad to at least hear the regret in his voice. It made her feel that much less burdened.
“We’re here,” the pilot announced. Alicia grabbed her rifle and turned to the open door. She jumped without waiting for them to get any closer to the ground.
Several others landed close to her and she struggled not to turn and fight them. They were all a sight. They were all wearing cuffs and chokers with silver spikes. Any surface that might be grabbed by the day walkers was spiked in silver. Boots, gloves, shirts, the fringes of their pants. She scoffed when she looked over at Nunda Lunas. He worked the African coast and was a beautiful male specimen at six foot four. He had a bald head and gleaming dark chocolate skin. He was the only one of them able to stand the pain, or to want to for that matter, of shaving his head every day. He had a tattoo over half his face and over his bald head. His tree trunk sized arms bore tribal tattoos as well as the silver spiked cuffs. The silver was startling against his skin.
“Is that necessary?” she asked pointing at his crotch. There was a silver spike protruding from it.
“Hey, you wouldn’t want to be the one to deprive the African coast of one of her greatest assets now would you?”
She rolled her eyes and looked at the others. “You know the plan, let us get to it boys and girls.”
“Who died and left you in charge little girl,” Ira Packman asked with a deep Irish brogue. His long red hair curled wild and free down his back and his green eyes were a gleam with mischief. He was the only hunter she knew that wasn’t drop dead gorgeous. He looked like be belonged on a pig farm more than anything else, but his muscle lent him a dangerous edge that was both attractive and scary.
“Join the twentieth century why don’t you Packman,” a little Asian woman with freckles across her nose said in a delicate voice. Hataso Cho was no one to mess with despite her small size.
“Someone put a muzzle on that girl,” Ira replied with a chuckle. “You got another of those crotch spikes mate?”
“Trust me. No one would miss your equipment, mate,” Terry Soladad put in. She was an Australian Hunter and nearly as tall as Nunda. She was reed thin and had silver piercings in her eye, nose, and lip, not to mention her navel. Al had heard rumors of other hidden piercing but she didn’t ever ask and didn’t really care to know.
“How would you know that kangaroo girl, you’ve never jumped on this.”
“Oh my soul. What ever shall I do without having a bloke like you in my womanly life? Oh baby, I must have you right away,” Terry replied to which a few of the others chuckled.
“Does anyone else feel that?” Hataso asked.
Al felt the air with all her senses. There was something almost calming riding the wind. The air smelled wonderful. Night was on them now and wolves began to sing in a melodious cacophony. Al cursed.
“We have to hurry. That bitch is trying to get herself pregnant.”
Before they could head in the direction of the old house they’d seen from overhead, a few robed shapes stepped out of the darkness. They threw their hoods back to reveal men that looked like Norse Gods. Each man pulled a sword from some hidden place beneath their cloaks. Red eyes began to glow in the woods behind them as well indicating the arrival of the slobbering masses.
“That a way Al my girl. You certainly know how to throw a smashing good party,” Hairy Spencer, a hunter from the UK, announced with pleasure written on his pale face. His blue eyes purpled in anticipation of the fight to come. “I haven’t had a grand hunt like this in years, not since Celtic times.”
Al wasn’t sure who made the first move but before long the field was full of burning flesh and moving limbs. The hunters mowed through the field like gladiators and she slipped away from the fray as soon as she was able. She made her way around back and waited. There was a whistle and she found Hataso standing near a few burning, and a few not burning, bodies at the back door. Al stopped when she saw a scrap of red hair in the moon light.
She was startled to recognize Tonya Mahan amongst the fresh corpses. She looked to Hataso who shrugged. “Don’t look at me. She was walking with them like she was one of them. I think she was performing some kind of spell under the moon light.”
“Why would humans be working with the wolves? That’s so stupid,” Al said angrily.
Hataso sighed. “We gonna rescue the balance or stand around mourning the stupid red head that got involved in things beyond her understanding,” she asked in her soft tone, then turned and led the way.
“You take the upper level, I’ll take the lower,” Al instructed as she forced Tonya Mahan from her thoughts. If she had been working with the wolves then she had been a fool, if not there was nothing Al could do to help her anyway.
“Ira was right. You are a bossy cow,” Hataso said with an irritated look before she made her way upstairs. Al resisted the urge to go after her and smash her face in. She would have to remember that comment at their next training session.
She looked around the bottom floor and found nothing. Hataso returned and shrugged. There was nothing upstairs. Where did they have him? There had to be a basement of some sort.
“Did you see a cellar?” Al asked since Hataso had been assigned the task of checking the perimeter while the others distracted the wolves.
“In the backyard,” she confirmed. They made their way to the out doors. Two sentinels in robes rounded the corner and Hataso drew a slender silver blade from a small sheath at her back. Her eyes danced with mischief and mirth as she took up an offensive position. It was the only time Al ever saw a smile on the woman’s face.
“Save the balance,” Hataso instructed without looking at her.
“You are a bossy cow,” Al shot and heard a small laugh on the wind. She rushed over to the cellar and flung the door open. She took aim as she headed down into the stale darkness. The smell of sex was heavy in the air.
Jerry groaned as the torture increased. He was almost there and still he held back for dear life. What he wouldn’t give for a condom at the moment. He wanted to laugh at himself. That was the second time in so many days that the lack of a condom was driving him mad. Maybe he would just start walking around with one on.
“Focus,” Cherish growled as she rode him harder, her slick heat sheathing and resheathing him.
“Get off of him.”
Jerry breathed a sigh of relief as the sweetest voice in the universe broke in on his nightmare. The instant Cherish stood up from him he allowed himself release spilling his seed all over the floor. She screamed out in anger at her lost opportunity.
“I am going to kill you,” Cherish said as her face contorted in an angry mask. The other women stood and hissed as well.
“Wrong,” Al said as she opened fire. The smell of burning flesh met his nose but he couldn’t do anything to cover it or his naked body.
He looked over at Al and felt his heart lurch in his chest. She was so beautiful and so fierce and at the moment his savior. She stood there with silver spikes protruding from her jacket, pants, a chocker, she even had silver spikes braided into her hair. A few of the women went forward and tried to knock her out of the way but then they pulled back with burning flesh.
“You might kill those of us here, but he will survive and we will find a way to get to him,” Cherish said.
“Yeah well if you want to get to him, you’ll have to get through me,” Al said before she dropped her gun and took out the silver blade she kept sheathed beneath her jacket. It was thick and its sharp blade glinted in the moo
nlight.
A few of the women tried to make it past her but in a few deft motions heads went flying every which way. This time when the women burned, they burned for good. “You think you are untouchable but it seems that you need your heads attached to your bodies in order to stay so. Bateman told me how to kill you parasites,” Al went on, “and I’ll always be ready for you. No matter how many of you come for him”
Cherish pointed to her neck. “I like the necklace. You learn fast,” she said making a motion to indicate that she might like to wring her neck again.
“Fool me once, shame on you…” Al said before she sprung into action. One slice was all it took before the woman’s head landed in a corner and was set ablaze.
She blinked as she watched the body fall and burn. She looked around the room then and shook her head. “Was that it? I thought it would be harder.”
Jerry cleared his throat. She turned to him before she sheathed her sword and came to him in a rush. She pulled at his bonds and the chains snapped. He stood up and grabbed his clothes. He put them on quickly before he turned to her. He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her soundly.
“Was that a thank you, cause I could kill somethin’ else for ya if that’s what I’ll get in return.”
“I just needed to get the taste of old lady out of my mouth. Cherish was eight hundred years old.”
“Really, she didn’t look a day over a hundred.”
He laughed as he gave her one last affectionate squeeze. “Can we get the hell out of here now?”
“As you wish,” she said as she turned and pulled him up the steps. He stopped at the top and looked back down into the hole.
“What?” she asked.
“They were raping me. I just want to watch them burn for a little longer.”
Al took a grenade from her belt and handed it to him. He looked to her. “Is this a light grenade?”
“Nope, that’s a real live grenade.”
