Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  My only thoughts were of Ramet. I cared nothing for myself, if I was going to be destroyed, the sooner the better.

  Before I knew it, I was standing before Ned. His neck was bandaged and his face looked as though it had been raked. His eyes were large and staring. “You fucking wench!”

  With that, he charged at me, beating me with his fists and biting me too. It hurt but I would not cry out. “Just you wait and see what I have in store for you!”

  I said nothing. I wanted to know about Ramet—that was all I was concerned with. He must have realized. “If you’re worried about your eunuch friend, you will see him shortly. You might not like what you see though!”

  “What have you done with him?”

  I think I guessed it before I saw it. I had never seen this part of the building before. I just knew we were headed for the food store. We were in the basement—a vast cavernous place that stunk of old blood and rotting flesh.

  They had him hanging in chains. He was placed in such a way so that vampires could feed from him and blood could be drained from him too. There were tear marks along his legs and buttocks. There were a great many small slices as well.

  I called out his name but he didn’t move. I called it out again despite being whipped. Suddenly, he moved. “Justine, save yourself!”

  I started screaming until I was pushed to the floor, where I was beaten further. I lost consciousness many times, but was kicked awake each time. They said I shouted for hours.

  As for Ramet he still remained where he was. I knew his death was imminent. In a way I welcomed it. It would free him from any more pain and suffering and free me to do as I wished—to end my own existence, an end I could not wait for.

  I was eventually chained next to him. I called out to him, but he could no longer hear me. He was near the abyss. That was obvious. I wondered if we would be in the same place. Who knew what vampires passed into when they passed from their own world?

  All I wished to do was to embrace whatever death awaited me. I did lapse into unconsciousness but was always awakened by Handlers shouting at me. Their taunts were awful and their physical attacks demeaning.

  Some blood was even siphoned from me. The more they took, the less aware I was. Take it all I thought—just free me from this torture.

  Our torture continued until Christine came into the Hold. I recognized the mimosa scent at once. I tried to see her, but there was blood in my eyes. She dabbed at it. “I am sorry...” I let out a wail, and she quieted me. “Please, I have come to tell you something. You will both recover,” she said. “I have begged Ned. You are going to be saved.”

  She went on to explain it was because she saw my living life. “I tried not to feed too much ... I only did it...because he made me. My life,” she said. “Justine, I was filled with pain and sadness. One tragedy after another, the worst being I was a slave... a slave woman used to satisfy many a cruel and perverse man.” She reached out and took my hand. “Ned will let us be friends. He wants to use us both.”

  It was all beginning to make sense as insane as it seemed. Ned would not destroy either Ramet or myself. Not, if I did as he wished, doing whatever he wished.

  CHAPTER 41

  Ned took a while to recover. My only regret was that he would. As it turned out, I didn’t see him for two weeks. By then I knew Ramet was recovering as the eunuchs were. A couple of Handlers were not so fortunate.

  When I was summoned to see Ned I was fearful, the swathes of bandage around his neck pleased me as did the sound of his rasping voice.

  “I have lost two trusted Handlers because of you.” Ned hissed. “But I have forgiven you.” He had me taken to his apartments. “I do not hold a grudge.”

  No, I thought as long as your perverse desires are met. Christine was waiting there, she looked sad. She greeted me warmly. This pleased Ned.

  “I thought we’d just have a quiet evening in. By the way,” he added. “My friends are coming around soon. They expect a better time than you gave them last time.”

  It was Christine who asked when we’d have the pleasure of seeing them.

  Ned laughed. “Yes, you miss your gentleman don’t you my dear. Well I have invited them for tomorrow night. It will be a small gathering like last time. Only this time.” Ned said, squeezing my breast. “This little wench will behave herself.”

  I would do nothing violent. He saw I would not. I knew Ramet could endure no more suffering.

  “You are a clever girl I will say that for you.” He was licking his lips and staring. It was obvious what he wanted. “Now, please me. You know what I wish to see.”

  His inference was clear and Christine was included. So we bared our breasts and began to fondle one another. I heard Christine sob. I leaned over and whispered, “We must do this...”

  She nodded and Ned smiled. “Oh, I thought you wouldn’t mind some company tonight. Anton is so much better and he does want to see you both.”

  The little monster came in.

  “Don’t worry,” Ned said. “He can’t do anything yet, he only wants to watch the two of you!”

  We were instructed in the most direct language as to exactly what we were to do to one another. I tried to make believe it was Gascoyne who was fondling me and kissing me.

  I heard Christine’s sobs though and for that she received a hard slap. It was then that I knew she would not be able to continue doing this, performing as she was so against her will.

  It was her turn next and I did as I too was told. I even made sounds of enjoyment which pleased Ned.

  “It is the only way...” I whispered.

  I saw she understood. After a few hours, he had us leave in order to sleep for it was getting light. We hoped to be together so that we could speak, but that was not allowed. I was taken to my chamber and she to another.

  The next night we were awakened but instead of being fed with a feed brought to us, we were taken to the party room. Even before we entered, I knew we would see Ned’s special friends and we did. They were all there. Christine’s prince looked pleased to see her. But Christine didn’t seem to care.

  We were given blood wine too. So much in fact, we both became nearly insensible. That is when the orgy got into full swing as Handlers were brought in and encouraged to do as they liked to us.

  There were shouts of enjoyment and laughter. But like that other time, it seemed I was in a fog. It was the blood wine and that ingredient as yet unidentified.

  It was like a dream—none of it seemed real. I only recall Anton’s laughter along with Ned’s ringing in my ears.

  I became lucid when I realized Christine was shouting curses. She was damning Ned to hell, telling him he would pay for all that he did. Then she cried out, something in French and I saw Ned blanch. She only laughed. “Your own demons will take you to hell!”

  I heard him order the eunuchs to take her. “I will show you!” he shouted. “You can’t say that to me and get away with it!”

  Suddenly I felt myself being grabbed and shackled. And I realized wherever they were taking her, they were taking me too!

  Down the stairs we went. Ned’s friends were excited and were laughing and cheering, urging him on. I knew where we were going by the stink. The Ferals! I was sure they were going to throw us both in with them! But they threw her not me.

  She only cried out once, just that one time as she turned to look at me. “I don’t care!” she cried. “Vaudou!” she kept repeating it until she was attacked. But just before she was attacked she shouted a curse. “When the time comes, every part of you will die as you do!”

  Ned cried out in anger but I saw the words had taken their effect. He looked terrified. And though he shouted in glee as she was destroyed, I felt certain he would never rest easily again.

  ****

  It was not surprising after that, that Ned seemed quiet and even more strange than usual. He barely ate or spoke to me, although he did tell me a few things. “She is gone and I am glad.”

  I saw fear
in his eyes and I knew she had indeed cursed him.

  “You may do as you like Justine. I will not bother you.”

  I was incredulous. Could it be true? Did I dare hope? But it was! I was left alone to feed quietly and when he permitted Ramet to bring me my feeds, I was ecstatic.

  “My friend! How are you?”

  Even as I asked, I could see he was so much better! He agreed that he was. “I know what happened ... I heard the other eunuchs speaking. Christine put a curse on Ned.”

  It was a voodoo curse he said. I had never heard of such a thing. “Yes, Justine it is real. There is no way to avoid the curse when a priestess has deemed it so. And Christine was a voodoo priestess, this I overheard and I believe it to be so.” He stared into my eyes. “Long ago in America, she had cursed her masters and his family after she had tried to escape. She was hanged, despite the curse. Eventually, they all perished.”

  It was a sobering thought. “So it can be true?”

  He agreed. “It is dark magic, the magic brought from afar ... the same magic that raised her from the dead. There is a legend, even I have heard of it,” he said. “Of a vampire prince who raises up those cruelly killed. Many think he raised her—many also think he is an African himself. The curse worked too. Each one named by her died in agony, no one knew how they came to their violent ends but they did, each perishing as Christine said they would.”

  “Why didn’t he fear mistreating her then?”

  Ramet shrugged. “He probably thought she lost her power as a vampire. I even thought that. Time will tell I suppose.”

  CHAPTER 42

  I attempted three more escapes, each with Ramet because I would not leave him behind. Each time we were brought back. And each time we were certain we would be destroyed. We didn’t know why we weren’t. I think actually Ned wanted us to try and be caught. Yes, I am convinced that is so.

  Soon, any desire we had to endure was gone. Never were we more hopeless. To be without any sort of hope is not something any being wishes to experience. And so I began to think of ways I could destroy myself, Ramet did as well. We were not able to plan anything however, as we very rarely saw one another, that Ned was firm about.

  My time with Ned was worse than ever not that he did anything sexually to me, he didn’t. He knew all too well I was only too happy to be destroyed and he suspected Ramet was as well. He had another weapon to use.

  “I think it’s time to put you on display,” he said.

  That was the first inkling I had that I would be one of the exhibits. His Circus of Delights was gaining many patrons. The public often came and cheered the vampires and the Weres. I could hear their shouts from my chamber. It was sickening.

  Humans have a great many shortcomings, one of which is cruelty. We are cruel too but I have found humans to be sadistic in their cruelty.

  I could hear cheers and shouts of encouragement along with the sound of whipping and from the piteous cries I heard, I knew they were whipping the Weres. If it wasn’t Weres, it was vampires.

  “We’ve had them mate publicly with one another. I am going to try doing that with the Weres ... Anton loves it so.”

  Yes, I was never more hopeless. I wondered if he knew.

  Somehow I got a message to Ramet that I planned to destroy myself.

  Do not weep for me...if you follow me, perhaps it will be best, my dear friend. How much torture can we take? It isn’t worth it. And really wouldn’t it be better to end it all in a moment and deny Ned and the others their pleasure?

  I received an answer a few days later.

  We shall do it together, Justine. Watch me and you will see how.

  And so I did. The key ingredient was to be Anton. I was to attack him and be destroyed for it. Ramet would perish as a result. We would be free of our torturous existence.

  My time in the exhibit hall was unremarkable for I knew exactly what to expect. I was mated with Weres and the Vampires too. Not Ferals, not so far.

  The first few times bothered me, especially being watched by punters who had paid dearly for the privilege. No one watched more carefully however than Anton. I made sure to stare back at him. The first few times I did, he looked confused but then he started to look different. I saw desire there. I saw too the red flush of his cheeks as he watched me.

  And if he watched me, I watched him and saw he was pleasuring himself as he looked at me. He was easily enticed I thought. After the show was over, I heard footsteps and I knew it was him.

  He called my name and I answered. “Come to me,” I doubted he would but I was wrong! I could not believe it when I heard the key in the lock.

  As I heard the approach of eunuch guards I knew there was no time to waste. The moment I saw Anton, I rushed up to him, I was naked. He reached out to kiss me. That’s when I attacked. I sank my teeth into his throat, tearing it apart. I heard the skin split!

  The blood began pouring and I continued my attack. The eunuchs tore into the cage and grabbed him away. Clearly he was dying.

  “You will pay,” they shouted.

  I just hissed at them and laughed.

  Ned appeared and had me beaten by the eunuchs. There was pandemonium in the exhibit hall with the vampires and Weres all screaming. Naturally, the feral vampires had no idea what they were screaming at. Still I didn’t care. I was anxious to get my destruction over with.

  Ned had other plans. He attacked me as soon as he saw me. I expected that. “Your destruction will not be as you wish, Justine. Nor will your friend’s.”

  I could not imagine what he meant. He made me wait until he had everything ready. As there was a lot of preparation for our punishment I knew it would be spectacular.

  “Anton clings to life. I do not think he will live. I want him to because I want to tell him what I did to you!”

  He told me he had that doctor attending him. “He gave Anton blood. He has warned me about the dangers. I was told it might not work, so far it has. He sleeps but he is alive. Not, undead!”

  I smirked but said nothing.

  “I will tell you now what is going to become of you. Ramet is waiting. You will join him in the courtyard, shackled and helpless. When dawn breaks you will die slowly and torturously. The sunlight will burn you and I will be there to enjoy it!”

  I cared not and told him. “I am glad.”

  “We shall see how you enjoy it tomorrow morning!”

  With that said, he left. I was truly looking forward to it. Ramet was there as he said. He shouted my name. “Be brave! Justine!”

  I tried to answer but faltered. So I wept instead.

  It took the eunuchs some time to chain me up, all this under the watchful eyes of a very triumphant Ned. Handlers too had come to see the both of us, as had the other eunuchs. All of them cursed Ramet and said he was a disgrace.

  All I wanted was for dawn to bring about our destruction. We slept and waited. Never did time drag more than it did then. When I heard the sound of the great doors opening, I knew what to expect. I gasped when I saw the sunlight even though it was not yet upon me.

  Ned was taunting both of us, but his real fury was aimed at me.

  “I am going to enjoy watching this,” he cried.

  Ramet shouted “Courage!”

  The word was hardly uttered when I felt the first rays of heat hit me. It was agony! I could smell my own flesh burning. Ramet howled and when he did, I did as well.

  The heat was fire, we were burning, truly. I never knew pain like that. I tried so hard to keep from crying out but it was impossible. Ramet screamed too. And all the while Ned’s laughter rang in our ears.

  Suddenly, amongst all that suffering I saw Gascoyne. Yes! My love had returned to me. I tried to shout to him. “Gascoyne I burn!”

  He would save me—he would save both of us! I saw him rush toward Ned and as unbelievable as it seemed, I heard Ned order us to be taken down. Was he saving us?

  I could not think clearly. Everything was a jumble. Yet I felt sure Gascoyne had saved us
!

  CHAPTER 43

  Despite the pain, I was happy. How was it possible? Had he survived? I called his name over and over, yet he did not answer. He didn’t even turn around. I know I was not fully conscious—perhaps he did answer and I didn’t know.

  They were speaking—Ned and Gascoyne and arguing too. Ned sounded to be defending his actions! How could that be? Perhaps he feared Gascoyne?

  It didn’t make any sense. They argued and then someone came to tend to my burns. As soon as I saw him I smiled. “Gascoyne! Have you nothing to say to me?”

  “I am not he.”

  That was all he said as he applied a balm to my wounds. It began soothing me immediately. When he finished he asked if I wished a feed and I said no.

  “You have to have it... it will help with your healing.” He told me to sleep then he said something that raised my spirits. “If I tell you Ramet is recovering, will you take some nourishment?”

  “I will!” I croaked. “Oh! I will.”

  Ramet was indeed recovering. By the time I saw him, I was as well and not from that blood wine. From pure blood, the pure blood I was given.

  He told me his name. “You called me by another’s name but you were mistaken. I am Fabio and a creature of the blood as you are. I am ages older though, I should think.”

  Sometimes vampires can distinguish one another by age. It is just something we can do.

  Now, that I looked into his face, I saw there was a strong resemblance to Gascoyne. Yet, the kindness in Gascoyne’s face was not present. Though handsome, with the same perfect features, this exquisite looking male vampire’s eyes looked stony.

  I imagined he was capable of cruelty. Yet he spoke kindly to me, worried that I was still in pain. “The pain will ease,” he said. “Ned.” He shook his head and sighed. “I have known him for a long time... he is what he is. But aren’t we all?”

  If I expected him to explain, he did not. He began to tell me about himself. How his parents left Italy to go to Transylvania. “I am sorry they did for it is a dreary place. I wonder why I stay. I suppose it takes some kind of commitment to make a move. I am afraid I have become something of a recluse.” He smiled. “This is the first trip I have taken for a long time...”