by Hayden Ash
Chapter 2
Ana I
As his crimson, sweet-smelling blood forms a thick pool under my stilettos, I pull out my phone to check the time and realize I’m extremely late for dinner with daddy. He’s going to kill me.
Without snapping his neck to make sure that he’s completely dead, I race away back home an entire state away.
I’m speeding through streets, neighborhoods, towns, even entire cities as rapidly as my two feet can take me, which, tonight, takes me just shy of ten minutes. Soon, I see daddy’s mansion in the distance. It’s up on the highest hill around—like he thinks he’s Dracula…so fucking embarrassing.
As I’m about to reach the top of the hill, I feel something strange in my stomach and have to stop running to take a quick break. Suddenly, I feel extremely tired and nauseous.
It suddenly occurs to me that that boy must have been on something—something more potent than alcohol or weed. Ecstacy? LCD? Do people even take those even more?
No, I think to myself, it’s fucking heroin, oh fuck…
I slam down to the ground—my head absolutely fucking killing me. I roll over on my back, and his blood starts spurting out of me like my mouth is a fucking water fountain.
Fuck, I don’t want daddy to see me this way.
But, before I can recover, he’s already gliding over me and picks me up in his big, strong arms and brings me inside the mansion and puts me in my coffin and forces some Valium down my throat so I can just sleep it off.
I wake up the next night, and I exit my coffin and walk to the dining room where maids and cooks are running around putting the final touches on a banquet that could feed one hundred but only to be shared by two—my daddy and me.
“Feeling better?” He asks, watching me from his throne at the head of the table.
“Um…yes…” I say.
As soon as I get the words out, his big fingers are wrapped around my little throat, squeezing so tight like he wants to break me into tiny, little fragments. Then, just before I think it’s all over, he sends me flying across the dining room into a stone wall where I collapse on the floor.
“You fucking terrified me! Do you know that? Do you have any idea how scared I was when I saw you out there having a fucking seizure?!”
“I’m sorry, daddy!”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your father. Your father is dead. I am just someone who’s mansion you live in.”
“Don’t say that!” I say, starting to cry.
“Look, …don’t you cry. You know I hate when you cry.”
“ I can’t help it…” I tell him.
In a fourth of a second, he’s got his arms around me, holding me tight against his cold chest. I feel his love energy radiate out of him and through every fiber of me. He’s my world. I love him with all I have to give, which, I have to admit, is becoming less and less every day.
He touches my cheek and kisses me long and deep. While he’s doing this, he reaches his long arm down underneath my panties and into my cunt, shoving two of his fingers deep inside.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan.
“All that trouble and you didn’t even get fucked tonight, pretty girl?” He asks me.
“No…”
“Just as well, I suppose. You’ve had me. Nothing else after that could possibly satisfy you…”
“No, daddy, no one can satisfy me, but you. I just get lonely when you’re busy with your work…”
“I understand, pretty girl,” he tells me. “I just want you to realize that…”
“What?” I ask, noticing a tremor of fear on his face. He’s preparing to defend me but from what I do not yet know.
“He’s coming…”
“Who?”
“The boy whose blood poisoned you…”
“Stay here, daddy,” I say. “You’re still recovering. If you get any of his blood in you, you’ll die right away.”
“I don’t care. I’m not letting you put your own life at risk. I’d rather die!”
“No, daddy!” I scream at him.
I show him my fangs to show him how big they’ve gotten.
“Don’t worry, daddy, I can take care of him…”
Chapter 3
John II
“I’m going to do bad things to you…” she growls.
Her voice is soft and yet, somehow booming—like a heavy drum is playing underneath it.
She approaches closer and scratches my neck, causing blood to spurt out like a leak in a pipe.
“Any last…words?” She asks.
“I went back to that bar and asked around about you. You were you the one who attacked our entire town’s college football team!” I scream at her.
She smiles something wicked.
“Semen and blood make such a delicious combination…” she tells me. “I fucked the shit out of every last one of them and then bled them out, and they loved it!”
“They’re dead!” I yell. “I was watching you all night…I heard what you were singing to yourself. You were singing about being trapped in a black box by a demon.”
“So what?!”
“So, I’m not just some random guy from a bar you stopped by to get laid, I’m part of a group that hangs your kind. But, I want to help you! Just trust me, and I can take your problems away. I know I can.”
“Why would you do that?” She asks me. “You don’t even know me.”
“I want to know you.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you must like setting yourself on fire.”
“I like how the flames feel on my skin,” I smile.
“Why did you come here?” She asks me, her expression softening. “You must know what this place is…”
“I want to help you end him. I know there are many like you…just hiding in plain sight. But, those of you who are like him…they stop you from living a normal life by the way they savagely flaunts what they are instead of acting respectable.”
“Maybe he’s just not ashamed like you want us all to be!” She screams, defensively.
“Is that what he told you to say?” I ask her.
She starts to cry. I take a step towards her, but she takes a step back.
“You can trust me. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.”
“You…think I’m afraid of you hurting me? I could throw you…across this entire field without breaking a sweat.”
“I know you could break every bone in my body in half a second. But I also know that you won’t. You’re kind, I can sense it. You’ve got light in you. And, I just want to save it…”
I reach out my hand to hers. I know this is that moment. It’s that moment where she alone will decide if I live or die, and I’m willing to risk that a million times for her. Girls like her only come around once in a lifetime, and I’m not going to blow my shot even if it costs me my life.
She raises her hand up slowly and stares at it—as if not sure what to do with it.
Then, she touches her palm against mine and lets me take her back to the mansion, so that, together, we can end this…
Chapter 4
Ana II
I stare through the window, and even though I’m completely submerged in darkness, I know that he can see me.
He’s eating steak—extra rare with tons of aus jus on the side. He’s pairing it with fumé blanc for some reason—probably to taunt me. He’s changed into something more casual: a white t-shirt, denim jeans, loafers, no socks, and an Armani vest to finish the ensemble.
I watch the boy charge through the front door rather moronically. My daddy catches him by the throat and hangs him high in the air like the boy’s a toothpick. It turns me on to watch him so strongly manhandle this insect. He starts to beat the boy within an inch of his life—throwing him around the room like a rag doll and beating him with various objects lying around the dining room. The boy never stood a chance.
The boy takes a knife from the table and cuts his own arm open. T
hen, he tries to splatter blood on daddy, but daddy just catches it in his mouth and swallows it with a massive grin on his face.
“What…what the fuck?!” The boy screams. “No, no, no!”
My daddy approaches the boy, ready to finally finish this thing, but then, just as he does, the boy pulls out a wooden stake and aims it directly at daddy’s chest…
Chapter 5
John III
This seven-foot monster is looming over me, ready to rip my throat out. So far, I’ve just been his plaything. He’s a lion, and I’m just his food.
But the truth is I expected this. His girl bled me so harshly that I almost died and there was very little chance I had any more heroin in my body. And, I knew he’d underestimate my intelligence and think I’m so stupid as to not be aware of how much of a concentration one needs for their blood to be lethal.
I pull out my secret weapon, a wooden stake, that I always keep hidden in my pocket. Just as he raises his claw high above me to rip out my throat, I jump up to shove it into his massive torso, but before I can connect with his skin, I feel an arm grab me from behind and hold me in place. It’s slender but powerful and easily pulls me back down on the ground, and the wooden stake falls out of my hand—the garlic powder forming a tan mist in my face and blinding me.
When I regain my vision, she’s above me, and he’s above me, and instead of ripping me apart they’re embracing one another. He’s got her pants down, and she levitates up above him, and he sticks his long, red tongue inside her wet pussy and she screams and giggles and moans so loud that one of the windows breaks.
As I’m lying on the ground, covered in my own blood and losing more blood every second, I realize that it is over, but try to get to my feet because I don’t want to die this way—not in front of these abominations. But without even having to take his tongue out of her cunt, he knocks me off my feet once again and holds me down on the ground immobilized.
I’m forced to watch them. These two…things…
He ravages her, overtakes her, puts her legs on his shoulders, while he continues to eat out her pussy, biting into it with teeth so sharp it makes a straight razor look like a butter knife. She seems to not only not mind the pain but lust for it, even letting her body fall all the way back so that her head is almost touching the floor as she has her cunt licked, and spit on, and bit up.
The way she reacts to his tongue is with heightened sensitivity—like a virgin and, I suppose because of what she is, she experiences the thrill of losing her virginity over and over and over.
She rises up high in the air, maybe as much as twenty feet, and he levitates to her level and then pulls out his penis, which is monstrously enormous and thrusts it hard inside of her pussy. They hold one another, their two white as snow bodies clung against one another, tattoos of upside-down crucifixes and demon faces marking up their entire bodies. She rides his cock, somehow managing to somehow take in all ten inches of it even though it makes her shriek in agony with every stroke. He’s not even just fucking her with gigantic dick—he’s practically lacerating her, delighting in tearing up the flesh inside her small, tight hole.
And as I take my last breathes, I realize he’s not entirely her father figure or her lover, but something in between the two, higher than the two individually and I should never have thought I could compare to him for her. And, I realize that there is no light in her…that we, all of us, so often see the light in others only because we want to see it and not because it really exists. I realize that intimacy is horrifying, and real love is perverse.
And, finally, I admit to myself that she is empty. She is Legion. She is Vampire.
Epilogue
Ana III
“Satan loves me. This I know, because my daddy tells me so!” I laugh as he nibbles on my nipple, and I stroke his wide, muscular back.
“That’s funny!” He tells me. “I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, daddy!” I say. “I was never going to leave you for him. You’re the only one for me! You’re a dream come true!”
“And, we have an eternity to live out that dream.”
“Really?” I say, still not quite fully understanding what I am.
Daddy pulls out a cigarette, pushes the lighter in, waits until it heats up, pops out, lights the cigarette, blows the smoke out.
“You think they can get rid of us? A fucking nuclear bomb couldn’t get rid of us. We will survive everything. Those pieces of shit get no say in it!”
“You really love hating them, huh?”
“Yes, but…no where near close as I love loving you. If you ever want to stop stalking them, terrorizing them, eviscerating them, I will let you stop…”
“Nope!” I say. “I like being bad for you…it makes me really fucking happy.
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BOOK 18: Daddy’s Playhouse
Chapter 1
Orientation
I remain seated, content just to look out around the spacious room around me. It’s huge—almost like an ancient Roman forum where they used to have debates or whatever. I’m not sure because I failed every history class I ever took.
There’re so many men—tall, handsome, muscular, and only a bit grey. In each of their eyes is a sort of primal aggression, and it’s easy to see there’s something different about them. They are all natural-born leaders, alphas, Supermen. I’m practically drooling as I can’t stop looking at them. Just wow.
I notice the girls, as well. They’re gorgeous, long wavy hair, thin waists, lots of curves, effortlessly beautiful. All of us look excited yet nervous, open yet closed. It’s clear we have no idea what’s going on here, but, at the same time, there’s this sense that whatever is happening is exclusively for our benefit, for our pleasure as much if not more than any man here.
“Everyone, if you’ll also raise your glass for a toast? This is a beautiful moment for all of us, perhaps, the highlight of all our lives. To us!” Dominick says, triumphantly raising his half-filled wine glass in the air. He’s tall, dark haired, blue eyed, with a perfect tan—a sort of sinister looking James Bond.
We follow suit and raise our glasses, complete attention, listen carefully to each and every word he utters.
“Some of you out there, I know quite well. We had…a very fun time in a subway once. And, while that was not only the best sex that I personally have ever had it is also the foundation for what we are about to embark on today, together. That event, though, was about pushing our limits. With this event, we no longer have anything to prove. No, instead, this is an opportunity to find out exactly how far we’d like to go now that world of sexual possibilities is infinitely open to us.”
“Now, there are very few ‘rules’ to this little game of ours, and I’ll endeavor to explain them now. The way this will work is that each man will choose which of our “themed rooms” they would like to be stationed at, while each girl will go from room to room until they reach the final room. The final room has, well, what I can only describe as a technological miracle inside waiting for them, which I promise on my future child’s life is going to absolutely take your breath away and leave you changed forever.”
“Anyway, the rules! Rule number one, girls: if you decline or fail to achieve any of the objectives of any room you decide to enter, then you will be escorted out of the mansion and will not be able to return. Rule number two, if you find yourself wanting to stay in a room past the allotted time, then you may do so, but you will not be able to continue on after you’re finished and, therefore, won’t be able to reach the final room.”
“And that’s all! Now, everyone, let’s play…”
Chapter 2
Anonymity
I walk through the door, and I see two other girls standing in the hallway looking at three doors with a different word on each of them, written in red, and which describes what sor
t of sexual experience waits on the other side.
I look more closely at each young woman, I believe their names are Abby and Blair and notice that one of them, Blair, looks like the much more confident of the two. Blair is definitely the alpha-bitch of their little team. I have a talent for quickly spotting a winner super whenever I meet new people, and so I know it would not be a wrong move at all to stay close to Blair…at least, for the time being.
“I agree,” I say to the girls.
“Agree with what?” Abby says, already catching an attitude with me.
“I agree with Blair,” I tell her.
“I didn’t say anything, bitch,” Blair snarls.
“You’re staring at that door named “Anonymity,’” I explain.
“Oh…well, yeah, but I don’t know…”
Instead of listening to her prattle on in self-doubt, I simply brush past her and Abby and open the door to Anonymity.
Blair follows me and her little pet, Abby, follows her.
We walk into the room that looks identical to the one we just came from for our orientation. The only difference is that this room has a smallish infinity pool in the center, big enough for around ten to twenty people. There are lights at the base of the pool that illuminate the water neon pink. When I toss off my flip flop and dip my toe into the water, I almost burn myself because it’s fucking scalding.
We all stare at one another, unsure of what to do and not wanting to be the first one of us to guess and be wrong. And, this goes on for about a full ten minutes before Blair starts stripping her clothes off.