The Horror Emporium: A Horror Anthology

by K. A Knight

  Control issues, as my daddy would say, but who the fuck cares?

  Gripping her shapely thighs, I inch them farther apart, lying the top half of my body between them and my ass in the air. Licking up her cream along her lips, I band an arm across her tummy to keep her pressed to the bed. She gasps, her hands going to my hair, trying to pull me closer, her pussy pushing to my face desperately.

  “Please,” she begs, trying to lift her hips as I keep up my slow licks along her pussy.

  “Good girl, beg for me,” I whisper.

  “Please, please, please, oh God!” she cries as I part her lips and slip a finger inside her wet heat, her pussy gripping me tightly as I lick and suck her. She rubs herself against me as I lash her clit with my tongue, adding another finger to her tight channel as she moves against me, riding my fingers and tongue. She’s sweet and tangy all at the same time. The perfect mix of softness and hardness between them is just the way I like it.

  The man behind me thrusts inside of me before pulling out and slamming back in, making me gasp into her pussy and speed up my own thrusts within her.

  “Fuck, she’s so tight, Val, so fucking wet,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips and holding me there as he fucks me. “Is she eating you good? Fuck, this is so wrong,” he cries out, but carries on, his thrusts picking up speed, moving with wild abandon, and I know he’s close, so I add another finger to her pussy, stretching her, and suck her clit into my mouth, humming, and she comes off the bed screaming, her pussy clamping around my fingers as she comes.

  It triggers him and his thrusts stutter, his cock exploding in me as he yells, filling the condom with his come. I groan as he rubs furiously at my clit, tipping me over that edge, and I follow after them into oblivious pleasure.

  He pulls out and collapses to the side as I lap at her arousal while I slowly pull my fingers from her tight pussy, which is still trying to drag me back to her body. Lifting my head, I offer my fingers to her boyfriend. “Taste how hard she came from watching us,” I demand, and he groans, his whole body shuddering as he leans over and sucks my fingers into his mouth, tasting her on my skin. When he pops them free, I get to my knees and look down at the woman who is eyeing my bodily hungrily. I’m far from done. In fact, we won’t be sleeping at all tonight.

  “Come here,” I purr, crooking my finger at her. “Be a good girl and clean up his mess, won’t you?”

  Her eyes widen as she shuffles back against the headboard. Sliding to her side, I spread my legs for her, watching as she swallows hard, clenching her thighs together and moves between mine. “You want me to…” She blushes. I find it adorable that she can pretend to be shy after just riding my face and tongue. After the time I fucked her with a strap-on in the ass as her boyfriend fucked her sweet little mouth.

  “Lick my pussy, baby, taste his come inside of me,” I order, reaching down and guiding her to me. “Good girl, just like I’ve showed you.”

  Her inexperienced tongue darts out, tasting me delicately, and she moans in the back of her throat, her hands snapping out and gripping my thighs, pulling me closer to her as she licks me again. “Good girl,” I praise, leaning my head back as I arch into her tongue. “Make sure to dip it inside, taste where he fucked me.”

  She groans again, doing as she’s told, and I see her thrusting against the bed for friction. “Don’t worry, baby, he will be fucking you next while you eat me. I want at least three orgasms before your next one. If you’re a good girl, I’ll lick that pussy as he fucks you.”

  He groans next to me, rolling to his side to watch, and I meet his eyes as I lick my lips. “Oh yeah, he wants that, better eat me really good,” I purr, pushing my pussy into her face as a finger dips inside of me, exploring me before she adds another. “Just like that. Imagine the way you fuck yourself, the way I just fucked you,” I instruct.

  She licks my clit as she fucks me with her fingers, getting more sure with each movement, and soon I’m moaning into her touch. Her boyfriend reaches across and tweaks my nipples, and I push against her face as she adds another finger, the naughty little girl nipping at my clit.

  The orgasm rips through me out of nowhere, making me scream and arch into both of them as I clamp down on her fingers. She moans as well, continuing to lick me as I flop back onto the bed, my thighs loose and my hand drifting to the bed next to me. “One,” I call breathlessly. “Two to go,” I order with a grin and wink at him.

  Six or seven hours later, they are sleeping hard, with me tangled between their bodies after a long night of orgasms and exploring. Her hand is across my stomach, his leg across mine, trapping me between them even in sleep—not that it ever works. After this, I’ll ignore them for a while as they beg me to come back to their bed, which I’ll do only when I want to and they will be waiting eagerly.

  I manage to slip from between them and pad naked to the bathroom for a quick clean up. I do a whore’s wash in the sink before using her comb to straighten my fringe, my long fake nails catching in the light, the jewels on them shining. I brush my eyelash extensions with my finger then swipe at my smudged red lipstick before leaving the brightly lit room. I find my dress on the floor where I threw it earlier. Slipping back into my backless and low-cut sparkly dress, I watch them sleep with a smile, with a space still left between them. I find my six inch black heels tossed at the end of the bed and hook them over my fingers as I leave the apartment. They are a nice couple, don’t get me wrong, but I never stay for long. I don’t do romance or love, I don’t have time for it, and the thought of handing someone that much control over me has me shivering in horror.

  Sneaking out in the early morning and shutting the unlocked front door behind me, I head down the two flights of stairs. I pull my phone from my bag and check my messages, realising I have two texts from my agent and a message left an hour ago. Pressing play, I wedge it between my shoulder and ear as I push out through the door and into the crisp, late summer air.

  “Natashia, darling, I just got the contracts through for the winter show! It’s a big payday, better get back on your regime!” he calls, before hanging up. What an asshole, but he’s better than the last one though. At least this one doesn’t try to feel me up or make me do porn.

  Waiting outside the ten-story apartment building in a suburb of the city, I look around for a taxi, but realise soon enough there won’t be one—shit. Slipping on my heels, I wrap my arms across my chest to fight of the chill, and decide to walk as far as I can in search of one. I have a shoot this afternoon, but I can stop home and shower before heading there. I won’t bother with breakfast or dinner, just eat afterwards. I don’t want to bloat before the pictures, they are picky like that.

  Shivering from the cold, I lower my head and huddle into myself as I walk as quickly as I can, my heels loud on the cobbled pavement. Trees and plants line the way, the sun not doing much to warm my skin as birds start to chirp as they wake up.

  I must have only been walking for five minutes or so when I hear boots behind me. At first, I think nothing of it, since a lot of people are up and about at this time, either for work, jogging, or even just heading somewhere. But then they cross the road when I do, and whey they speed up, I start to get spooked. I’ve read all the articles online about girls getting attacked when alone, even in daylight. I’ve seen the films and the videos.

  Grabbing my phone as casually as I can, I almost swear when I realise I kept my whistle and spray in my other bag. Stupid, Tash, really fucking stupid. I text my girls, letting them know where I am like always, and then keep my finger on the emergency dial button just in case, but when the booted footsteps slow back down and turn off behind me, I almost laugh. Fucking hell, I’m so paranoid! Feeling silly, I put away my phone just as I pass the entrance to another street.

  Arms dart out and grab me, and I scream as I’m yanked into the small opening, kicking and clawing at the person who slams me into the wall of a building. Something acidic smelling, a cloth judging by the fibres, is pushed against my
mouth. Eyes wide, I try to grab for my phone, but my body is going slack, and just before my eyes roll back into my head, I hear a whisper in my ear.

  “Welcome to the game, little mouse.”

  Chapter 2

  The first thing I hear is the unmistakable noise of dripping water, the stench of…earth, blood, and musk. It’s stale and cold, and my skin is rippling with goosebumps. Groaning, I roll over. Where am I? Did I party too hard again? I kicked the hard stuff years ago, I didn’t lapse, did I?

  Trying to open my eyes is a challenge, they are so heavy, they almost feel glued shut. My body is aching. Keeping still, I do a mental inventory, starting at my toes—something I learned to do whenever I woke up with no memory and in a strange place…which happens more than I would have liked. It hasn’t happened for the past couple of years since I settled down, which makes this so strange.

  Nothing feels broken, but my pussy is sore, indicating I had sex recently, my mouth feels disgusting, so I must have been sleeping hard, and my skin feels oily and clammy, even in the cold. Where am I?

  Breathing deeply, I take it slow, forcing each eye open. When a bright light meets them, I slam them shut and try again, blinking to clear them and adjust my vision to the harsh lighting. Shit, am I in the hospital?

  Trying to lift my head, I let out a groan as jackhammers pound through it. Shit, what happened?

  “Take it slow,” a deep voice advises, and I freeze, but do as I’m told. Finally managing to lift my head, and even doing one better and getting into a sitting position, I feel my whole world crumble around me.

  This isn’t a hospital.

  Then it comes back—the man, the attack.

  “Where am I?” I scream, scrambling back on my hands and butt, but I knock into something warm and moving behind me and let out another scream, before shuffling the other way. Getting to wobbly feet and staggering to the wall, I lean against it, my head hanging down as bile forces its way up my throat and I’m sick everywhere.

  A hand lands on my back, rubbing it reassuringly, and I try to shrug it off, but I’m too weak and concentrating on not choking on my own sick. Once I’ve purged my stomach, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and lean against the wall, meeting the kind, blue eyes of the big guy in front of me.

  “Here, this will help,” he adds, thrusting a small, opened bottle of water at me.

  I take it, eyeing him in fear, and he backs away with his hands up, showing me the rest of the room. I swig the water and spit before taking another sip. “Where am I?” I ask, my voice cracking.

  “I don’t know, I woke up here a couple of minutes before you. There are a few of us,” he answers, and my eyes fly wide open, finally taking in the room we’re in.

  It looks like we’re in a basement of some kind, the ceiling made of stone with wooden rafters across it. Water is dripping steadily in one corner, which would explain the noise I heard when I woke up. The room itself is long, leading into the dark as far as I can see. I’m leaning back on a side wall, the other must be fifty meters away on the other side. The top end of the room ends in stairs and I stumble over, looking up at a wooden basement door.

  “Has anyone tried it?” I call, my voice stronger, but the drugs are obviously still lingering in my system though.

  “Yes, it wouldn’t open, you’re the second to wake up though,” the big man from before replies. I turn to see him, noticing the other bodies in various stages of passed out or waking up, all looking as confused and scared as me.

  Swallowing, I stumble back over to the wall and lean against it to keep myself upright. “Do you remember what happened?” I inquire, almost trembling at the flashes of memory I have from being kidnapped. Did that really happen?

  Who was he?

  What does he want with me...with us?

  Where are we?

  The thoughts crowd my still aching head and I wince, focusing on the blue eyes of the kind looking giant in front of me.

  He leans next to me, his arms and muscles bulging, his skin tanned and exposed in the ripped tank top and jeans he’s in. He obviously put up a fight. The man who took us, if he’s the same man, must have been strong to be able to abduct this guy. “I was just opening the gym when he came out of nowhere, bastard took me by surprise. I managed to land a few good hits, but he was strong, really strong, and when he managed to get me to the ground, it was all over. What about you?”

  I look around, my eyes catching on a man in a suit struggling to his feet. “I was on my way back from a night out, he jumped out of an alley,” I reply, lowering my voice.

  “Fucking prick,” he snaps and I nod.

  “Has the person who took us been down here since you woke up?” I question, and he shakes his head, both of ours swinging to the left as the man in the suit stumbles to his feet, frowning down at the dirty stains on his white shirt as he tugs at it, successfully getting rid of the wrinkles from lying on the dirty, wet cement floor.

  He glances up, his eyes assessing everything as he looks around before landing on me and my new friend. “What happened?” he demands, his voice strong but holding a hint of anxiety. I’m betting this man is not used to the unexpected.

  “We were kidnapped,” I tell him, and his brown eyes widen, flashing with panic as he swings his head around, taking in the full extent of the situation and summing it up perfectly. “Fuck.”

  “What’s your name?” I ask, drawing his gaze again.

  “Lucien, you are?” he inquires, a slight accent tinging his words.

  “Natashia,” I answer.

  “Kadian.” The big man nods in greeting.

  Pushing away from the wall, I slick back my hair, tying it back with the bobble around my wrist and straighten my shoulders. “Well then, Kadian and Lucien, how about we find a fucking away out?”

  They both agree and we split up as we search the room. I take the doorway, heading up the creaking wooden stairs and tugging on the door, but it doesn’t budge. Groaning, I get to my knees and peer through the keyhole. Squinting, I spot the tiled floor on the other side and what looks like a bannister and a hallway. I think we might be in someone’s house, obviously a big house, but still a house.

  Sighing, I clamber to my feet and head back to help the others search the room, we check every wall, floor, and even the ceiling, but there isn’t even so much as a crack that we can try and squeeze through. The only thing we find is a locked hole in the floor, which looks like a makeshift toilet, and some strange looking floorboards that we can’t seem to move.

  What the fuck kind of basement is this? It’s more like a goddamn cage...or a bloody...shit, that’s it. It’s a cage.

  “Little mouse.”

  The memory of him calling me that comes back hard, and I stumble and swallow the bile making its way up my throat. Is that what we are to him?

  Mice in a trap?

  I don’t share my thoughts with the others, after all, I don’t know these people. Maybe I can’t trust them, I need to keep myself safe, and the easiest way to die would be trusting everyone around me and believing they are who they say they are.

  When we move back over to the others, they are all starting to wake up. A young woman with dark, short bobbed hair, a nose ring, lip ring, and a tattoo curling around her neck, stumbles over to the wall and throws up. Kadian tries to hand her a bottle of water, but she knocks it out of his hand, and snarls at him. “Get the fuck away from me,” she snaps, and he holds up his hands and backs away.

  A round man with a squat face, bald head, and wrinkles around his lips joins us, his flat brown eyes darting around nervously. “Hi, I’m Lewis. What’s going on?” he asks.

  We explain and he helps us hand out water to the others. I avoid the girl who is glaring at all of us with her arms crossed under her corseted breasts, her denim skirt and ripped, black tights tucked into big, long, biker boots.

  There is only me, her, and another woman here who looks to be around eighty or so with grey permed hair, and a red flowered blouse
neatly tucked into a blue, floor-length skirt. Kadian and Lewis help her to her feet as she clutches her necklace and cries. “What’s your name?” Kadian inquires sweetly.

  “Dorris, Dorris Flaman. I was walking my little angel, Fluffy, when I was knocked out from behind. Oh dear, you don’t think he’s been hurt, do you?” I hear her ask him as he tries to settle the clearly distraught lady. Lucien follows after me as we watch the others come to the same conclusion as we did. Some race to the door and tug and scream, pounding on it, while one skinny man with track marks up his arm, bags under his eyes and short, greasy, unkempt hair slides down the wall, rocking back and forth.

  “I wonder what he wants?” Lucien murmurs, as we watch them all. Kadian puts his arm around the lady and leads her to sit in the corner away from the clearly drugged up man.

  “What do you mean?” I question, tilting my head at him, pivoting on my heel to see him better, and making sure to straighten my hair as I do. What I wouldn’t do for a mirror to check my makeup right now.

  “Well, he abducted from all ages, races, and genders. He hasn’t come down to gloat, and none of them look particularly rich, so I’m betting it’s not money motivated and we aren’t dead yet, so this isn’t sexually or psychotically motivated. So, what does he want? This doesn’t seem like your normal kidnapping, don’t you think?”

  I blink, realising he’s right, and at the fact he asked my opinion—most think I’m stupid because of my good looks—and turned to me to help him, has me pushing back my shoulders and putting on my flirtiest smile, another defence mechanism. “I agree, the fact we’re locked and kept down here with water and a toilet means he expects us to be here at least a few days. We can survive three days without food, so maybe longer if he gives us some. He’ll have to come down here at some point and we need a game plan for when he does.” I nod and Lucien’s eyes light up as he watches me.