“Fine,” he snapped. “Move her in there. Tell Nicholas he’s going to have to help you with the new girls. Apparently they’re difficult.”
“Like how?”
“I don’t know yet. They’re heavily sedated.”
“You sure they aren’t sick?”
“I saw health certificates signed yesterday.”
Mina was one of the only women he knew who could walk around naked like a man. Most women hated being naked, but Mina reveled in her nudity. She liked to flaunt it. Maksim was sick of her and her foul mouth. Before this trip was over, Mina was going to have an accident, a fatal accident. The thought cheered him.
“They’re your problem now. Do as I ordered. Move the girl, and tell Nicholas he’s to help you with these new women.”
* * * *
It took an hour to get the new girls situated in Alexandra’s old room. All hell broke loose when they woke up. It turned out that they were screamers. They were very athletic and were violent.
“Who would have thought Norwegians could be so nasty?” Nicholas said to Mina.
Mina sat on one of the bunks in Alexandra’s new room dabbing antiseptic on a deep scratch. Her ribs ached from being kicked, and Nicholas had a shiner forming “Maksim told me they’re our problem. He doesn’t want them sedated; he wants them docile and sweet, and he wants it done now.”
“Can we throw them in the hold for a couple of hours?”
“Interesting idea. Get Drakor.”
Armed with tasers and wearing leather, the three of them flung open the door to the blondes’ room. The women rushed them. Knocking Nicholas aside, two leaped on top of Mina and Drakor. Mina danced away and fired her taser, hitting one. The blonde dropped like a felled horse, shaking, jaws clacking.
Drakor grunted and fell backward, howling with pain. He rolled the girl under him, pinned her beneath his heavy body and plowed his fist into her face. The third one took off running like a gazelle with Nicholas in hot pursuit. He fired his taser and dropped her twenty feet from the room.
Mina stared at the girl Drakor had hit. A purple bruise had already formed on her cheek, and it looked like she would have a black eye. “Maksim isn’t going to like that. You’ve marked his property.”
“She kneed me in the nut sack.”
“You fucking cocksucker,” the girl snapped. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”
If these girls were Norwegians, they spoke perfect English.
Drakor dragged both women back into the room where Mina fastened collars and leashes on them. Drakor pulled their hands behind their backs and slapped plastic restraints on their wrists.
Nicholas arrived back at the room dragging girl number three by her braid. He threw her inside where Drakor secured her.
Mina stripped off their clothes. The sight of the naked blondes, their perfect bodies glistening with sweat, made her nipples swell and her sex drool. She longed to drop to her knees and bury her face in each perfect pussy. The girls all had fake D-cup boobs pointing straight into the air with huge puffy pink nipples. Mina licked her lips.
Drakor laughed and grabbed his bulging crotch. “Me too, butch-girl.”
The blondes shivered. With the door open and a tropical sea breeze filtering in, it wasn’t cold in the room. “They are frightened,” Mina said.
“Nah, it’s just an after-effect from getting zapped,” Drakor said.
One stepped forward, her chin lifted defiantly. “My name’s Sticky Sweet. These are my sisters, Candy and Sugar. We wrestle for the WWE, and we ain’t afraid of nothing.”
“We were told you’re from Norway.”
“We were born there. We have dual citizenship – that’s why we got the Norwegian passports. Only a dumbass would think we were Norwegians. Where the hell are we?”
“Stop the chitchat,” Drakor growled. “Take them down into the hold.”
Mina pushed the pointed end of a hot shot into Sticky’s ass. “Walk.”
Sticky looked over her shoulder as she padded barefoot down the metal walkway. “Really, we’ve been drugged for days. Last time I remember anything, we were walking out of the locker room after a tag-team match in Hong Kong. Where are we?”
“You’re on a ship in the middle of the harbor just off Singapore. You’re going into the hold so we can get a handle on you. I’ve never seen three harder women to manage.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch. If you didn’t have that cattle prod sticking in my ass, I’d find a way to take you down. Leash, collar, plastic restraints, they ain’t nothing.”
“Well, Sticky, we’ll see how feisty you feel after a couple of days in the hold.”
Chapter 13
Baine and Antonio stepped out of the Cairo airport and into the dry heat of a desert day. Baine felt all the moisture in his body dry up.
“Get a cab,” Antonio said. “It’s a very bad idea to rent a car in Cairo. The traffic is ridiculous. We’d never make it to the hotel.”
“Works for me,” Baine said, staring at the mass of cars moving at a high rate of speed by the front of the airport. The cars jostled for position like race horses in the back stretch. He couldn’t make out any discernable lanes. The compact cars flowed en mass, moving in and out of position. Horns honked and drivers stuck their heads out the windows, screaming in Arabic.
They climbed in a cab, and Baine fastened his seatbelt. Halfway to the Four Seasons where Antonio had insisted they stay, Antonio lurched forward in his seat and grabbed his throat.
When he pulled the amulet out from under his shirt, Baine noticed the ruby was glowing.
“The amulet says we must go to the Agyptiches Museum. Driver, take us there, please.”
“Are you telling me that hunk of jewelry is talking to you?”
Antonio turned his head and stared straight into Baine’s eyes. The vampire’s face looked haunted, his eyes wide and scared.
“They are calling me. I must answer.”
“Who in the fuck are you talking about?”
“The Daughters of Anubis. Afrikaisi, my maker was one of them. They are the oldest cult in the world and made up totally of vampire women.”
“Let me out of this cab, Antonio. I’m not going to see any cult of vampires, women or men.”
“Too late. They know you are with me, and they want you, lion-man.”
“Driver, stop the fucking car.” The cab was in the middle of a four or five lane road headed toward the Nile River. The driver turned his head, and Baine groaned. His eyes were completely glassed over.
“They have control of the driver, Baine. If you do not do as they say, they will take you over as well.”
“Fuck me.” Baine threw himself back against the seat. “We need to get to the canal. We don’t have time for little excursions with the natives.”
Baine was worried about the moon as well. He glanced at his watch. In three days, at dusk on the night of the third day, he would shift into a mountain lion, whether he wanted to or not.
The cab sped through the city. When it reached the gates of the museum, it stopped. “What are we supposed to do with our bags?”
“Driver, take our luggage to the Four Seasons. We have a reservation.” Antonio handed the driver a roll of cash and one of his embossed business cards.
The driver nodded and said “yes,” but his voice sounded distant. When they got out, Baine felt the pull. He tried to stop, but it was too strong. He tried to change into a falcon and fly away, but he was unable to. He couldn’t even turn into a mountain lion. It was as though he could no longer shift.
Tourists milled around in the front of the big pink building. Guards carrying automatic weapons stood beside the white-washed metal gates. No one looked at them.
A miniature statue of the Great Sphinx sat in front of the museum. Antonio headed straight for it. Baine, helpless to stop, followed behind. When they reached it, the entire statue slid backwards, revealing a descending set of stairs.
Baine’s heart plummeted as
they raced down steep stone stairs lit by torches. It was totally medieval. At the bottom, a woman met them. She was dressed in an ankle-length white linen skirt girded with a golden belt in the fashion of ancient Egyptian women. Heavy stripes of kohl lined the tops and bottoms of her dark eyes. Long, tiny braids fell past her shoulders with golden beads woven into each plait. Baine noticed her bare pointed breasts, the nipples plainly rouged, as she opened two doors made of black stone. With nowhere else to go, Baine and Antonio stepped inside.
Fifty women waited inside a temple dedicated to Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of death. A huge figure of the god with his black jackal head stood on one side of the room. Commodious bowls filled with fire bracketed the statue, along with smaller statues of cats. Candles burned in every corner. The room was carved out of solid rock, the marks of chisels still visible in the walls. The place reeked of myrrh, frankincense, sandalwood and blood. Baine slowly turned in a circle. Cat statues of every size and shape filled every corner of the room.
Baine looked at Antonio and was shocked to see tears of blood running down his face. A tall woman stepped forward to meet Antonio. She held her hands out. “My child, you have returned to me.”
They embraced, and the woman licked the tears off Antonio’s face with a pointed tongue.
With every passing second, things got worse and weirder. The remaining Daughters swarmed Baine. They circled him, sniffing and rubbing against him. Their pointed breasts left rouge stains on his white shirt. One grabbed his crotch. When his dick rose and throbbed against his jeans, he winced. The damn thing was still sore.
Two Daughters each grabbed a hand and led him toward a seven-foot long flat stone set between two smaller statues of Anubis. It looked like an altar. Baine’s heart pounded. He looked back at Antonio who was locked in a passionate embrace with his maker, Africaisi. No help there.
When he reached the altar, the women stripped off his clothes. For a moment, he stood tall, his erection at attention, while the woman stroked him. Their hands touched him everywhere, rubbing his nipples, his buttocks, his legs, his penis. Fingers prodded his anus, lifted his sack and rolled the nuts tenderly inside. Then he was pushed onto the stone altar.
Oh god, they’re going to sacrifice me, was all he could think. He tried to call Antonio, but his tongue was glued to the roof of his dry mouth.
One of the women stepped forward. She was young and incredibly beautiful, slender, with high pointed breasts. She dropped her linen skirt, revealing a naked cleft with a fleshy clitoris protruding from swollen pink lips. She spread her legs, and two other women lifted her over Baine and eased her onto his organ.
She was a virgin. He felt her hymen hit the end of his sore dick and groaned. She shoved down hard, and he filled her. The women behind her caressed her breasts and her creamy body. She closed her eyes, and they lifted her up and down on his dick. The feeling of her tight, slick sex grasping his erection was so intense he stifled a scream. More of the women stroked him, lifted his balls, poked long fingers into his anus and pinched his nipples.
Since two days ago, he’d had the worst case of blue balls ever. It took him only seconds to ejaculate. He shot the biggest load he’d ever released into the woman, groaning and grunting with pleasure and a little pain. But his erection did not dissipate.
The women kept lifting his partner up and down. Her face was contorted with arousal as she emitted little moans and gasps. Her body tensed, the grip of her thighs on his like a vise.
He felt his excitement rising and had visions of his recent night with the witches. Never again. The women surrounding his partner took her clitoris in their fingers and stroked her. The rhythm increased, speeding up. Baine closed his eyes. He felt like he was being sucked into a whirling vortex of intense sexual stimulation, the world around him turning red.
When his partner orgasmed, she screamed as her sex clamped down on his dick with the strength of a vacuum. He felt like his guts were shooting out the end of his penis with every drop of semen.
She collapsed, and the women holding her tenderly lifted her off. Huge amounts of his seed dripped from her opening. The women lifted her and placed her on a waiting litter. They put her knees up and elevated her feet. Suddenly, Baine got it. He’d been put out to stud. These women wanted his child.
Apparently, they didn’t trust the one to take. A vampire knelt close to his head. “You are a dream come true for our cult, cat man.” Her tongue flicked out, and he saw her fangs. “We will breed you to three virgins, all ripe and ready to be inseminated. They are not vampirai. They will carry your child, a daughter. We will make sure of that. Your coming was foretold centuries ago. The prophecy says, ‘The lion will come to you and sire a girl child. And the Daughters of Anubis will rise to power again in the land of the pharaohs.’ You are the lion.”
All Baine could think was that he had two more of these fatherings to get through. The vampire saw the head of his penis was raw. She touched it, and he winced. “You must be healthy, cat man. Who did this to you?”
“Witches, four witches.”
She swabbed on a thick unguent smelling of blood and eucalyptus. “I hope you enjoyed them.” Her hands rubbed the unguent up and down his shaft, circling the tender head, until he felt ready to explode.
She nipped her wrist, drawing blood. “Suck, cat man. My blood will give you the strength you need to finish our task.”
“Can I go when I’m done?”
She laughed, revealing those pointed fangs again. “Of course. Did you think we were going to sacrifice you?”
“It crossed my mind.”
* * * *
Antonio couldn’t believe he’d found Africaisi again. He should have known. Only she would have the power to summon him from such a distance.
“You came to me, Antonio. I have missed you, my darling, for so many years. My love for you has always endured.”
She took his hand and led him to a doorway. Before he followed her through it, he looked back to see what was happening to Baine. When he saw the Daughters place the virgin on top of his friend, he knew why they’d been summoned. He followed Africaisi down a hall to an alcove. She lifted a gold silk curtain and led him into a sleeping chamber.
“They are using my friend to father shifters.”
“Yes, my love. His coming was foretold in ancient prophesies. The lion man will father a daughter who will be our next leader.”
“That’s gonna hurt.”
“What do you mean, my darling? Come to me now. I would make love to you as we used to when we were both younger, in a quieter, more simple time.”
“My friend and I had an encounter with some South American witches two nights ago. I don’t believe he’s fully recovered.”
Africaisi moved closer to Antonio. Her scent reminded him of his youth, when he was an innocent gypsy boy dancing flamenco for a living, riding horses wildly across the arid Spanish plains. She pressed her lips against his and hissed. His blood boiled.
He grabbed her and threw her on the low bed, ripped off her linen skirt and gazed at her perfect alabaster body. She opened her legs and stroked herself, fingers spreading her lips, probing her hole and chafing her swollen clit.
As he watched her excite herself, he slowly removed his clothes. When he could stand it no more, he fell on her, stabbing his erection into her. She screamed, arched her back and bit his neck. The feel of her teeth on his flesh drove him wild. He hammered his cock into her, hissing and raking her breasts with his nails. The scores in her flesh healed as quickly as they appeared.
They fought like wild animals, growling and spitting. She bit him again and again. He bit her neck, her breasts and her arms. One minute he was on top, driving into her, and the next, she’d spun him around and rode him like a wild stallion. He grabbed her sex and squeezed the swollen flesh, then opened her and pinched her clitoris.
She shrieked and rolled under him. He pulled out of her and shoved his face against her throbbing crotch. The scent of her arous
al filled his nostrils. He bit the inside of her thigh and nursed off the wound until it closed, then he bit her labia, sucking from the swollen flesh.
Flipping over, Africaisi presented her ass to him. She growled, lowering her face into the scented sheets. He grabbed the flesh of her buttocks, squeezing hard. Between her legs, her sex opened and closed. The sight of the pink flesh, moist and glistening, throbbing with need, made him crazy with lust. He mounted her like a dog on a bitch, sinking his fangs into the flesh of her shoulder.
She lifted her buttocks to ease his entry, and he rammed his turgid cock into her over and over again, until she stiffened, freezing beneath him. Her sex clenched his organ and they erupted together in spasms of pleasure.
When he could breathe again, he rolled toward her and took her in his arms. “Africaisi, I have missed you so much,” he whispered into her neck.
“Why are you in Egypt, my darling?”
He pushed her heavy black hair out of her eyes. “I’m on a mission to save a woman.”
“Your woman?”
“She has been, but I have no permanent connection to her. The lion man has been with her as well. She was taken by slavers in Seattle, and they plan to sell her in Istanbul. The boat should pass through the canal in two days, maybe less.”
Africaisi stared into his eyes. Hers were a midnight blue shade and slanted slightly. “If you need help with this mission, remember you can call me. I will hear you and come. There is nothing in this world I loathe more than slavery in any form.”
Chapter 14
Mina shoved Alex into the room next door. Lyle immediately grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her tightly against him. They hugged silently for several minutes as Nicholas, Lyle’s master, and Mina ran out of the room to take care of the Norwegian girls. Suddenly, they were alone.
Lyle took her hand and led her to the bunk. They sat together, knees touching, both wearing green scrubs.
“What will we do?” Lyle asked. His face had lost some of its round shape. His cheeks looked hollow, and his eyes were restless inside dark circles and filled with tears. But his thick dark hair, with its golden highlights, was freshly brushed and styled. Typical.
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