Bloody Sexy Anthology

by Carmilla Voiez

  Establishing and running a Prostitution House, one of the many that filled the surroundings of the main towns in 1076 BC, had turned out to be the right move. She could have built one of those structures within the boundaries of Yīn, thanks to the great resources she had inherited after the death of her husband, but that wouldn’t have been a good move. Such busy, popular locations allowed a person to gain a lot of money - true, but their setting also made them stand out.

  As a matter of fact, she didn’t want to make money, not too much anyway. What she needed were the right customers, siphoning off their vital life-force, along with their precious blood, before having their dead bodies buried somewhere in the countryside. To this end, a secluded house, built outside the city walls, along one of the secondary roads going to the north of the Empire, was exactly the idea that had come to her mind at the time she had decided to put her cunning plan into practice.

  The history of Chinese prostitutes began during the Shang dynasty. Females became 'toys' and objects before some rich, wealthy men, appearing more 'fun' to play with than their wives. The development of commerce increased the number of people who had the money and power to play with this form of entertainment. During the slave society of the Shang dynasty, the slave-masters owned large numbers of female slaves, causing an imbalance in the sex ratio and many men (including artisans, soldiers and merchants) were unable to find wives and needed a solution to their sexual desire problems. This fueled the necessity to have prostitutes. On the other hand, sometimes commercialization caused certain agricultural economies to go bankrupt and, as a consequence, some women had no choice but to become prostitutes in order to survive.

  In almost all cultures, some women had to ‘sell their smile’...meaning their entire body, but unlike modern prostitutes who only perform sex acts, ‘Yueji’ as those girls were commonly called, were professionally trained in the arts of music, dance and even poetry. Their cultivated skills in the bedchamber pleased wealthy businessmen, high officials, well-educated scholars, and even some princes occasionally and their would-be clients had to compete with each other for their favors.

  Prostitution was not just about sex, nor a furtive encounter hastily arranged; it was a leisurely common seduction in which the attraction was not a bulging chest, but interesting artistic accomplishments, at least at the beginning. Actual sex might follow a lengthy and extremely expensive courtship by the customer, often involving gifts of jewelry.

  So it proved to be very easy for Meifeng to find some very beautiful young girls to be initiated into a Yueji’s career in her house. That was an indispensable part of her project; she needed some wondrous women working for her business in order to attract more and more new customers. It was among these that she had to find the right prey to placate her urges for meat and blood. And food was the only important thing for her.

  Meifeng was skilled in spotting the right customers at first glance. These were men who entered her house of prostitution alone at night and could easily fall prey to her desires and satisfy her needs.

  Of course, it had to be somebody who didn’t have any obvious group of friends who would come looking for him. Nor could he be anyone who gave the impression that he had a strong relationship with his spouse or relatives that he might have entrusted with the details about where he was going. As a matter of fact, shy, lonely people didn’t speak too much nor did they boast about going to a house of prostitution and Meifeng was very careful not to leave any witnesses.

  As soon as the woman noticed such a ‘perfect’ individual at her doors, she managed everything so that he would be seated comfortably in a secluded room, separated from the main hall and the other common areas, while waiting for her to come and entertain him. Far away from the eyes of the other guests in the house and soon forgotten by anyone in her employ.

  The one she chose that night was named Bingweng, a short-haired, very slender young man, probably an artisan or a musician, about 20-years-old. His clothes consisted of an upper blue garment, with long sleeves, and a lower garment in white shades. As soon as she led him to the reserved bedchamber, he sat cross-legged on the polished floor and tried to avert his eyes from her face. ‘Teachers open the door. You enter by yourself,’ the old saying went.

  “A cup of tea?” Meifeng asked.

  Her guest didn’t reply, he just smiled nervously. The man seemed to be a little embarrassed, never turning to face her and keeping silent. Maybe this one was too shy or perhaps he simply wasn’t yet accustomed to the pleasures and the rites of a Prostitution House. Meifeng decided she would enjoy playing a game with him, just for a while. She liked to have fun, at times.

  “Just relax, young man,” the woman said.

  She approached him from the back, removing his sash before undoing the buttons concealed inside his garment. Then she touched his chest slowly, gently, moving her hands across his body and doing her best to stimulate his senses. The man immediately reacted and turned to her, kissing her arms and legs, which were still wrapped in the loose cloth.

  It was exactly at that time, when Meifeng showed that she was ready to devote herself to his wishes, assuming a submissive sexual behavior and the man was going to jump on her and satisfy his hidden desires, that the true face of the seemingly beautiful and well-dressed woman came forth. Her horrifying shape, that she usually concealed under the temporary human semblance, was revealed. Greenish-white skin replaced her wondrous complexion, and unnaturally long hair appeared all over her head. She began moving, unexpectedly, like an angry, wild animal.

  By then it was simply too late for the unfortunate customer. Her teeth pierced his neck and devoured the valuable blood that was running through his veins. The poor man floundered, tried to move away, wriggled for a while, but all of that was of no use. The end result was always the same and the blood rushed out of him, unstoppable, until it was time for the rest of his tasty body.

  It was a violent scene, a cruel feeding that drained all of the customer’s spirit from him and left his bony remains on the floor, dead and pale, in just a matter of seconds, actually. But the Jiang Shi was very capable of making the most of the moment. She might look a bit awkward or uncivilized when she drank blood, but that was the way she fed - there were no ceremonies when you had to take for yourself the precious food you needed, and she was used to overindulging every time, of course.

  The other Yueji who were her servants, would be coming soon to clean up the mess and wash her fine clothes. They would also take care of the few remaining pieces of the corpse, which would be buried in the countryside, in some holes with the many others that had come to her house before him.

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  The sky is big and the emperor is far away, the woman was thinking as night began to fall fast on the forested area where her small House of Prostitution stood. One month had passed since the last casualty had left Meifeng’s bedchamber, unseen at night, wrapped-up in a heavy blanket. Many other customers had come and gone since then, but today most of the Yueji girls in her house were relaxing and there were only a few guests present. The woman didn’t need to feed on blood and human meat at the moment, but she was always looking forward to her next meal. After all, it was her nature to do so. There was nothing the Jiang Shi could contrive to prevent herself from being the creature that she really was.

  Meifeng noticed a tall customer, long-haired, with a imposing build. His eyes housed dark pupils that seemed to look around cautiously, as if he didn’t want to draw the attention of the others in the main hall. This was curious behavior, something she thought she had to examine closer by herself.

  The woman stood at the edge of the open room. Her mind was a mass of conflicting messages. The man didn’t seem to be a policeman, nor was he a customer who could cause trouble, but his discretion, his standing by himself, separated from the rest of the people inside, attracted her interest in a way that she couldn’t explain. He wasn’t like the others the Jiang Shi had chosen before to be her victims, he was different. This one
was a strong, good-looking man. He wore a long full-body garment in dark gray, with numerous and prominently displayed buttons and a self-confident attitude. But the woman finally decided to proceed as she had all the other times.

  Tonight Meifeng put aside the old proverb she had treasured so far: ‘Caution with others is a necessity’.

  As usual, the woman managed everything so that he could soon be seated comfortably in a secluded room. Then she came to him, privately, and placed the tray with mugs on a small table next to the wall. She had on her refined gray/white loose robe with long large sleeves, as usual, but had left the neckline open just a little, as if she wanted her guest to have an immediate glimpse of her pale, beautiful chest.

  The man didn’t say anything. Apparently lost in his private thoughts, he didn’t react. His features were delicate and his eyes looked deep and attractive. He wasn’t a common individual; surely many women had fallen for him before, and he wasn’t the kind of man that any of his female partners could ever forget. But he didn’t speak, he didn’t move.

  So the Jiang Shi decided she couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, inch by inch, the woman approached - she only wanted to taste him, she needed to savor his life-force, his soul very soon!

  As Meifeng moved in for the kill, the man turned to her, with a strange expression, a sort of sneer on his face. He revealed his long, unnatural canine teeth and looked at her, with open desire, through bloodshot eyes.

  He wasn’t a common man, he wasn’t a man at all. Perhaps he had been human once, but now he was just a vampire, a male vampire!

  She looked at him in return, amused and interested. His appearance was pleasing enough, his body very attractive, too. It was going to be a very exciting night for this zombie-like creature, finally here was something new. Standing before her, was someone who seemed to be on the same level with her, in the end.

  The Fallen Ones

  by Nicolajayne Taylor

  Hanna Richards lay blindfolded and spread eagle, she was naked and exposed on the stone floor within a chalk drawn pentacle with a cross in the middle. A crowd of five people, two women and three men, surrounded her on the outside of the circle watching her display as she gave herself to 'The Fallen Ones'. 'The Fallen Ones' were a group of three men who were the last of the fallen angels called Nephilim. These angels were said to be extinct, however when Hanna had met Nicholas Seth, she had learned differently. She thought about this as she heard him beginning to read aloud a passage from from the bible that began the ceremony. Fire brazier's were lit. In the ruins of an old Abbey, high on a hill in the British countryside in the night, the wind roared around a crumbling tower that was held up by scaffolding. The full moon had been half-shrouded by clouds as a storm came in from the south-west before she’d been blindfolded. Now her thoughts came flooding in, pictures in her mind about how she had reached this moment.

  Hanna remembered first meeting Nicholas Seth. She had sat on a park bench, smoking a joint and watching the world go by, one lazy afternoon. Hanna remembered what she had been thinking and how he had homed in on her so seductively and intuitively. She had been at a crossroads in her life and felt that she hadn't yet found her calling; she had just finished university, studying art, but wasn't sure what to do next. As she thought all this, a very tall and handsome man had blocked out the summer sun, standing before her with a smile on his face.

  “My name is Nicholas Seth, I had to speak to you. You look so lost,” he said.

  She smiled back at him and when she looked up into those dark eyes, she felt as though destiny had found her.

  “My name is Hanna. Hanna Richards and you are right, I am at a loss.”

  “I feel you are to be special to me. Your presence calls to me and I am drawn to you. Will you go on an adventure with me?” he asked this with such conviction and desperation that Hanna nodded, unable to resist him. She took his hand when he had held it out to her and they walked through the park in silence.

  Hanna let him guide her to an old church. She was greeted by two other men equally tall; all three of them must have been around seven or even eight feet tall, and they were all very young and handsome. All three had dark golden skin that seemed to glow in the rainbow rays that shone through a stained glass picture of Christ and the holy mother, making the men look ethereal. They all had dark brown hair. Nicholas wore his hair shoulder length and the other two favoured short back and sides. Their eyes were deep and dark and almost black. All were dressed in very smart suits and highly polished shoes, but they wore their ties loose and Hanna could see they were well built.

  Glancing toward the pews, she saw two women who looked very much like herself. Average height, slim waists and full curvaceous breasts and hips. Like herself, the other women all had bright blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, their skin subtly pale; a stark contrast to the three men who had gathered them in that small abandoned church.

  One of the women stood up as Hanna approached them and smiled.

  “I'm Sally Conner and when I got here, Rachael Goodman greeted me as I am doing with you now. I think we are here for a very special purpose. These men are angels and they have chosen us to help them regain their race,” she said this with a slight slur as if she was drunk or in a trance; perhaps the same trance that Hanna had felt fog her mind, since accepting Nicholas' invitation. Hanna had felt very special when Nicholas had approached her and since then she felt compelled to obey his requests.

  Later Hanna had learned that the other two men were called Jude Gabriel and Jonathan Cain. The group of three women sat in the pews and listened intently to the three men talk of a time when angels had fallen in love with human women and those women had borne them children and created a race that was called “the wise and gifted”. The men told how these offspring had graced the Earth and civilisations. Nicholas spoke in a sad, bleak tone when he spoke about how God their father had been disgusted by their actions and banished them from heaven; however his tone quickly recovered into that of a confident man with a purpose when he spoke about how God had realised the potential of their actions, and had allowed them to remain as angels allowed to breed once a century and create a race of perfection and genius that would show the rest of the human race what God had really intended, in exchange the angels would remain outcasts and banished from heaven. By the time the three men had finished telling the women about their intent and reasons, Hanna felt hungry to participate and the other two women looked wide eyed and just as eager.

  When the sun was setting Jude had asked them to take a trip with him and his brothers and to stay with them until the night when the ritual would take place. Hanna, Sally and Rachael had all agreed. Eventually they had been driven to a plush hotel suite in the west end of London. The group of women were treated by the three men like goddesses. Hanna felt like she had won the lottery as Nicholas continuously topped up her champagne glass as she giggled and splashed around in a hot tub.

  When Nicholas got out of the tub and offered his hand to her, Hanna hadn't been able to resist him, not that she had wanted to. She was drunk and giddy with joy at having found these wonderful people. He helped her out of the tub and had tugged her inside, down a small hallway to the bedroom. Once there he turned on her, his expression full of passion as he pressed her against the door, taking her by surprise as he kissed her hard and long. His tongue glided around her own and she sucked his plump lips and tugged at his shorts, feeling his large cock pressing against her hip.

  Nicholas ripped off her bra and kissed her neck and her shoulders. Hanna grasped his cock and massaged him, roughly and she heard him groan with lust. His kisses became sucking and nibbling when he reached her breasts. With one arm, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With his free hand, he rubbed her pussy, which was already slippery and oozing with arousal for him. Nicholas penetrated her with two fingers so deep he took her breath away. His fingers felt so good. Desire was now so strong for him that she hummed her way through her first orgasm then, as he re
moved his fingers and guided the large head of his cock into her tight wet pussy, she was already throbbing on the verge of another orgasm. Nicholas lubricated himself with her juices and penetrated her deeply - deeper than he had with his fingers and she hadn't thought that possible. His cock was more than she could handle at first, but his long thrusts as he kissed her passionately allowed her to become accustomed to his size. Hanna remembered him carrying her over to the bed and laying her down on the edge. He lifted one of her legs over her shoulders and she had cried at the new depth of his length, but murmured for more as the pleasure of his slow hard thrusting was building a new kind of orgasm, one that was deep and Earthly. She began to quake inside and tremble on the outside and, when she heard his moans in tune with her own, it made her pussy rain her orgasm down his muscular thighs. He pulsed inside of her, filling her with his pearly orgasm that was hot as it shot out of his cock.

  Chapter 2

  It had been a week since they met with the three men when they told her, Sally and Rachael about the ceremony. Though Hanna was nervous, she saw it as an honour and felt a sense of destiny about the whole event. The others felt the same as all six of them had sat and talked about it over and over. That was the moment she knew she wouldn't ever be able to deny Nicholas, she had fallen totally in love with him. Every night they fucked passionately, making love till sunrise. Emotion whirled around her soul like a tornado, building in strength with every moment she spent with him. Her life before meeting him was now a distant memory and she couldn't imagine life without him. She told him everything about her hard life, full of poverty and abuse, and with every word she felt exorcised from the pain. Nicholas comforted her and soothed her while she cried, telling him about her childhood.

  Now the night had come for the three women to give their bodies and souls to the three angels called The Fallen Ones so that the next supreme race of humans could rise. Hanna was the first to be placed in the circle. The excitement and anticipation was electric as it pulsed through all of them. Hanna didn't minded being blindfolded; she hadn't even questioned it and had been enjoying the experience until she suddenly heard the other two women gasp with fear. Then she felt utter terror when something long, thick and heavy, silky, but hard, pulsing and slithering snaked over her left ankle and then another on her right. She held her breath as they slithered over her legs and thighs,; she felt them heavy against her stomach then over her breasts, shoulders and down her arms. All the while, the three angels recited passages from their bible.