Flesh & Blood

by John Argus

  Taking a deep breath to try and calm her trembling hand she turned the handle and pushed the door, and it opened onto more steps, these of stone. It was warm now, but she felt a chill run down her spine as she took each dusty step in turn, slowly and quietly. As before there was a turn and then more steps descending deeper and deeper, and as before, she emerged into a narrow passage, this one hewn from stone walls and a claustrophobically low stone ceiling.

  It was cold again and she crossed her arms protectively, trying to warm herself in vain, the gloomy passage barely lit by flickering torches as she moved fearfully along it.

  A heavy wooden door appeared through the murkiness ahead. Leah swallowed nervously as she reached it, and then lifted the heavy iron latch. With her heart thumping as adrenaline pumped through it, she slowly pushed the door open to find a circular stone chamber lit by two torches set in the damp walls. There were waist high animal cages set against the wall to one side, and as Leah slowly, anxiously eased inside, she saw, to her shock and horror, that there were girls locked in them.

  The light was too dim to tell if they were the same girls they’d been trying to find during their investigation. And as one raised her head Leah found herself staring in fearful dismay. The girl had been shaved entirely bald, and she was nude. There were four of them, lying on their sides in the cramped cages like undernourished animals in a third world zoo. They each had a bowl of water and scraps of food, and she stared, appalled that someone would reduce healthy females to the status of caged beasts. Outrage swelled within her and she hurriedly opened the cages and let them out, whispering comforting words of encouragement, thinking they must be traumatized by their imprisonment and whatever perversions they had been subjected to.

  ‘Come on, I’ll get you out of here,’ she assured them in anxious whispers. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll be out of this shit-hole in minutes.’

  The girls crawled out of their cages and rose onto unsteady legs one by one, and as the fourth was released Leah turned to stare at them, blinking in amazement. They were very nearly identical in their nudity, with firm breasts, shapely hips, narrow waists and slender legs. Their faces were nearly identical too, though they were not, she realized, the girls they were looking for. And their heads were perfectly smooth, not as if shaven, but more as if they had simply been born without hair.

  Yet the most remarkable thing about them was their eyes, for all had alarmingly dilated pupils. She had never seen anything like it in her life, and for a moment she could only gape in disbelief.

  And then she noticed, with an increasing sense of foreboding, that each girl had rings through their nipples, and that those rings were identical to the rings piercing her own. Her eyes dropped and she saw they were pierced through the clitoris too, and suddenly her mouth felt intolerably dry with fear and she struggled to swallow.

  One of the girls shuffled closer, reaching for Leah. Leah gripped her wrists, fending off the fingers that twisted towards her face, but then the girl pulled back, drawing Leah’s hands to her lips, licking her knuckles. Surprised and disturbed Leah yanked her hands away.

  ‘Come on,’ she said, her voice shaky, ‘we have to get out of here.’

  Another of the girls moved behind her, her arms creeping around Leah’s waist, her full breasts molding against her back as she ran her moist tongue up her neck.

  ‘Stop it!’ Leah turned, twisting defensively and pulling away, staring at the girl in confusion and uncertainty. The backs of her fingers felt hot, and she rubbed them subconsciously against her jeans even as she reached up with her other hand to rub her neck. ‘We have to go,’ she said more desperately, moving towards the door as she wondered what manner of psychological problems the poor girls had been condemned to. They were all beautiful, and despite their hellish surroundings and bizarrely bald heads they looked deeply sensual. In addition to the rings each girl had a silver band around her ankles and wrists, with a similar but slightly wider band encompassing their throats, an odd, unreadable inscription engraved into them, possibly in Arabic.

  Again one of the girls grabbed Leah from behind, her hands cupping her breasts as her deceptively strong arms hugged her.

  ‘Dammit!’ Leah cursed, wondering what was up with them. Why didn’t they just follow her out of that hellhole as quickly as they could? Surely they were desperate to escape?

  Another of the girls dropped to her knees in front of her and gripped her hips, then leaned forward, lapping at her bare belly, her tongue indulging long slow laps across Leah’s soft skin. ‘W-we have to get out of here!’ she gasped despairingly, trying to shake free of them. But they were quickly all over her, the other two girls gripping her wrists, drawing her hands up to their lips, and they began to suck and lick her fingers as Leah struggled with increasing fear, frustration and confusion.

  And more. For some inexplicable reason she was becoming increasingly, helplessly turned on. The simmering sexual warmth that had lurked all day was still present when she’d found the girls, but that was nothing compared to the furnace building within her now. It was not natural and not acceptable, she kept trying to tell herself that, but she felt almost drugged in her physical and mental responses. One of her hands felt like it was burning, the skin raw, the nerve endings flaring with power, and somehow she realized that this was where the first girl had licked her. And then she realized her neck felt the same, and that she was feeling intense sensations everywhere the girls were licking, as if their saliva was somehow setting her skin aflame.

  ‘Let me… let me go!’ she gasped, twisting and struggling, but her arms were drawn out to the sides, the two girls holding them licking up and down their length. The girl kneeling before her had slavered hungrily over her naked tummy, and her hands were now undoing her jeans.

  ‘No,’ Leah gasped, struggling with growing desperation, ‘please no. I’m trying to help you. Please, we must get out of here!’ Despite her fraught pleas for commonsense to prevail she felt her jeans being tugged down, and with them her delicate thong, and the realization came to her that if their saliva did somehow contain some type of chemical enhancement she did not want them anywhere near her… ‘Noooo…’ she implored as the girl’s mouth pressed avariciously between her thighs.

  Leah’s hips rolled in shocked dismay as the girl’s tongue thrust impossibly deep between her labia, wriggling deep inside her vagina, probing and twisting and then withdrawing to flit teasingly around her clitoris. She couldn’t comprehend what they were doing to her. She was only trying to help them, risking her own safety for them, but they seemed to totally disregard that and far from desperately scrambling to escape this macabre hell, they were effectively raping her instead. Her tight top was being tugged up and off and her struggles became increasingly confused and feeble as she tried to fight the creeping lethargy and intensity of sexual need sweeping her mind and body.

  ‘I d-don’t want you to do this to me,’ she begged, conflicting need and loathing vying for supremacy, but they disregarded her, their expressions fixed with emotionless determination as their tongues lapped her shoulders and throat, her fingers and the palms of her hands. She sagged to her knees and the girls gathered her body into theirs, hands mauling her breasts and buttocks and thighs. She swayed weakly, her hips beginning to roll with the raw need blossoming within her.

  Their tongues stroked her flesh, and everywhere they touched heat flared. Her skin began to feel raw and exquisitely sensitive, and she rolled her head weakly, arching her back as the two before her mouthed her breasts and suckled her nipples.

  Feeling defeated and overrun she sagged lower on her knees, and rolled her head forward to see, dazedly, that one of them had slid beneath her parted thighs and was gazing up at her silently, waiting, and despite the last fragments of her determination to resist the onslaught, Leah surrendered and sank down onto her waiting mouth and let out a shocked cry of pleasure as the girl’s tongue thrust u
p between the lips of her sex, wriggling deep within the tightness of her body, stroking wetly across her clitoris.

  ‘Oh, no,’ she panted, in futile denial of the dangerously delicious attention.

  Another girl knelt behind her, her tongue sliding slowly, wet, hot down her spine. Leah’s hips writhed, and then the girl’s tongue was between her buttocks, probing at her anus, and she came, shuddering, her pelvis jerking helplessly. She moaned in wondering pleasure, swaying and sandwiched between the mass of writhing flesh and limbs.

  Then she glanced up through lowered lashes and saw him there. A strong male hand gripped her hair, forcing her head back. She gasped, the pain minimal, drifting sparks amidst the furnace roaring through her. His eyes were intense, and she stared up into them. Then he released her and she drowned again amongst the other girls as he turned and left the squalid basement room.

  Eight hands captured and caressed her body, lips and tongues bathing her in fire and lust. A sudden climactic shockwave sent her mind reeling, and for long minutes she rocked to the power of sexual bliss, her mind spinning and tumbling.

  Her eyes seemed to clear a little, and then a strange desire gripped her. She lowered her hands, fingers searching, finding pussy lips, finding clits swollen with lust and adorned with gold rings. The girls shook violently, and almost as one their heads were thrown back, their lips wide, their eyes closed. Leah’s fingers rubbed furiously across the swollen wet buds, and one delirious girl fell forward against her, shaking with convulsions, eyes closed tightly.

  Then Leah fell back, hot female flesh covering her. The five of them rolled and writhed on the cold, grimy floor. Her mouth found another’s and their lips mashed together, tongues squirming and thrusting. Her hips bucked wildly as she felt a moist tongue worming up into her anus. Fingers rubbed at her clitoris and pushed into her pussy, while tongues lapped at her toes and her breasts and her face and her throat.

  She had no sense of time. She was exhausted, sweating, her muscles aching, her belly and breasts tight. Yet she could not break free. Every time she summoned her resolve and tried one or another of the frenzied girls would find a way to send her pulse soaring again.

  After what seemed like hours of erotic overload Leah managed to pull partially free while the entwined mass of girls were occupied with each other. With sweat matting her fringe against her forehead she gripped one of the cages and dragged herself to her knees. Yet as if her movement had refocused their attention she felt their hands crawling up her calves and thighs.

  Leah pushed at them, pushed at their upturned faces as they rose to lick her. With enormous effort she succeeded in dragging herself to her feet, but her legs were parted, straddling one of the girls, and her knuckles whitened as her fingers desperately grasped the top bars of the cage for support, and when a soft hand slid up to palm her sex she could only whimper and tremble.

  Then there were two of them up with her, pressing their soft breasts against her arms as their lips sought her throat. She shoved one back. The girl stumbled, but her expression emotionless came forward again, reaching for her, fingers piercing her sex.

  ‘N-no…’ Leah sobbed shakily. More fingers pushed into her, and she twisted weakly between the two girls sandwiching her. Their tongues lapped her throat. Their hands cupped and kneaded her breasts. The pressure against her sex became unbearable, almost enough to distract her from the suffocating heat billowing around her. She tried to close her legs but felt strong hands gripping her ankles and thighs. ‘Fucking b-bitches,’ she gasped, teeth clenched.

  Then the knuckles of the girl kneeling behind her were forced up between her taut pubic lips and Leah let out a gurgling cry of dark, terrible pleasure as she realized the entire hand had been squeezed into her pussy. She came with a helpless cry of wild passion, rocking and shuddering against them as the hand pushed deeper and deeper into the soft folds of her sex, fingers twisting like a live creature within her.

  Her orgasm seemed unending as she felt the fingers curl in against the palm to form a fist. The fist pushed deeper, a living ball in her lower belly, twisting slowly as hands clutched her legs, holding them spread wide.

  ‘P-please… please…’ she gasped.

  One of the girls sprawled on top of the cage, laying back, legs spread, drawing Leah’s mouth against her wet sex as the fist began to pump slowly up and down in her aching belly. She grunted and moaned, her lower body pulled back as the fist withdrew, her thighs grinding against the edge of the cage as it pushed forward again.

  She licked dazedly at the girl’s wet sex, the scent of her almost narcotic, the taste of her even more so. She felt a fuzzy heat spreading on her tongue, filling her mouth and down her throat as the girl’s juices flowed. She groaned as the fist moved more powerfully, her lower body grinding to and fro.

  Warm lips agitated her clitoris and another orgasm rolled over her as she eased herself back on the balled fist inside her, the experience awful yet exquisite. She cried out with each deep impalement, but the intense discomfort did nothing to lessen the terrible, all consuming need, her breathing harsh and ragged. Another shattering orgasm tore through her mind and body and she screamed, heedless of who might hear, uncaring for anything but the ecstasy racing through her core.

  Chapter Seven

  Leah woke slowly, exhausted, her body aching in every joint, every muscle. She sat up slowly, holding a hand to her forehead, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. She opened her eyes, blinking slowly, her mind confused. She had no idea where she was, and for long moments she had no idea why she was wherever it was. Then it all fell into place and she gasped, jerking her head up and staring about her.

  She was in her car, parked at a curbside. Morales’ house was just ahead, brooding darkly in the shadows. She was nude, and there was no sign of the clothes she’d worn earlier.

  She raised her hands then at a foreign sensation, staring at them. There were gold bands circling her wrists, and she saw looking down, two more circling her ankles. She ran her fingers around them but found no breaks, no clasps, no way of removing them. They were, she thought chillingly, the same as those the bald girls had worn. Was she to be made into one of them?

  Her hands scrabbled frantically at the ignition and the motor turned over smoothly. She threw the car into gear and heard the tires squeal as she pulled out into the road, narrowly missing a car parked in front of her.

  It was almost four in the morning by the clock on the dashboard, and the roads were empty as she raced through them, her mind reeling, fear clawing at her insides. What was Morales? He couldn’t be a vampire; there was no such thing!

  She began to slow at the lack of pursuit, feeling a growing sense of awareness at her nakedness, and how vulnerable it made her. She glanced hopelessly over her shoulder at the rear seat, knowing there was nothing there with which to temporarily clothe herself, knowing also that the trunk contained a toolbox and spare tire, and nothing more.

  She kept to the quieter roads as much as possible as she returned to her apartment, then parked at the rear entrance, near the laundry, not wanting to make her way naked through the brightly lit garage.

  There were no lights on in the nearby buildings, and few on in her own. Her heart was pounding and her ears were alive to every little sound as she slipped the key out of the ignition and held up the one to the building. She searched for but found no alternatives, so she opened the car door and stepped out, naked, into the night air.

  Anxiety made her tummy churn, but there was more, a dark, crackling sense of heat rose around her at being outside, out in public, naked to the world. Fear of discovery made her tremble as she headed for the rear door, but the quick sprint she had planned turned into a slow, unhurried walk as a dark part of her gloried in her shameless nakedness, exulted in the sense of freedom. She felt almost as though she was in a dream, a part of her screaming at herself to run, but her legs refusing
to comply.

  Eventually the key turned easily and the door pulled open. She slipped inside, her feet slapping lightly on the floor tiles as bright fluorescent lights stripped away any sense of comfort the darkness had leant her. She drew a deep breath then, heart hammering, pulse racing, anxiety setting butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she crept along the hall to the elevators, her disquiet increasing at the thought of being discovered before she could reach the sanctuary of her apartment. She held her finger to the button and watched it glow, listened, barely able to hear over her pounding heart as the machinery engaged and the elevator dropped from above.

  She stood still, waiting as the doors opened, then thankfully stepped in, turning and pressing the button for her floor. The elevator began to rise smoothly, and she stared as each floor number lit up in sequence, hardly able to breathe, and as each number lit and then went out as she ascended she felt a desperate sense of relief that the elevator hadn’t stopped for someone to alight, only for that relief to be instantly replaced by fears that the next floor might be the one when it did.

  Eventually she breathed a deep sigh of relief as she reached her floor, and a soft chime sounded as the doors opened and she padded out along the carpeted hall to her door. Unable to believe her good fortune in making it home safely she unlocked it and slipped gratefully inside.

  Leah trembled as she leaned back against her closed door, and raised her hands again, staring in disbelief at the bands around her wrists.

  She moved away from the door, rubbing her arms. She felt a sense of barely suppressed energy, felt hyperactive as she began to pace back and forth in front of her large glass windows. Her thoughts were in turmoil as she tried to explain away what she had seen, and what had happened to her. Morales was a cult leader of some kind, the others his followers. That much was surely clear and everything could be explained that way. And those two creeps in the nightclub were obviously, although it was a massive coincidence, part of the cult, wearing fake teeth and playing at being vampires.