by Tristan Vick
“I didn’t mean anything by it. I thought it would be, well, you know…sort of kinky. You’re the one that always said we needed to spruce up our sex life. Well, okay, I admit that maybe it wasn’t the best choice of words. Lesson learned. Please, come back out. We can try again.”
“No,” she whispered again.”
“I can do better. I will be better, for you, I promise.”
“No.”
Jennifer looked over at the green duffel bag that sat on the back of the toilet. She reached in and fished out the long Bowie knife she had swiped from Ulysses Noble. He hadn’t seemed to notice it was missing, or didn’t care. She admired its hard phallic beauty. It was as hard and vicious as her golem. She smiled.
“The bad man is here. You have to stop the bad man. He’s going to hurt us,” the frightened little girl pleaded.
“You know what to do,” the golem said.
“Yes,” Jennifer replied.
Holding the knife in her right hand, Jennifer Hurley reached down and unlatched the door with her left, and then slowly twisted the handle. As the door creaked open, the splintered reflection of herself in the mirror smirked and raised the blade high.
45
False Pretenses
Kicking the jumble of sheets off the edge of the bed, Josh rolled over and admired Lindsey’s figure. She was sleeping peacefully next to him after a marathon hour of non-stop lovemaking. He studied the soft rises and contours of her feminine form as she slept. Lindsey was like an angel, and what she had provided him was a much needed balm for his weary soul.
Just then he heard a faint tapping at the door. Sliding out of bed, he wrapped a sheet around himself and tiptoed to the door. Opening it a crack, he saw a blonde woman with glittering blue eyes, grasping her bare breasts and covering her crotch with her other hand. She was stark naked. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. “Please, you have to let me in.”
Panic caught in his chest. Had she just been raped? He immediately opened the door and let her inside.
The blonde woman looked over at Lindsey curled up in bed and smiled a wicked grin. Turning back to face Josh, her sparkling blue eyes filled with tears as she spoke, and a genuine sense of desperation filled her voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you,” she said, “but I had to get out of there before he woke up. You know, one of those huge mistakes.”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Ah, yes,” she said, blushing slightly. “I don’t exactly know how this happened, but my clothes seem to have been misplaced. He probably hid them just so I wouldn’t leave.”
“Yet here you are,” Josh said half amused.
She smiled at him warmly. “Don’t worry,” she said looking back at the naked girl sleeping in the bed, “I won’t be a bother. All I require is a large t-shirt and a place to crash for the evening.”
Josh stepped into her line of sight and waited for her to reinitiate eye contact with him. She seemed a little bit distracted for some reason.
“Who are you again?”
“Sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself.” Holding out her hand, which revealed her amazing breasts, she said, “I’m Jennifer. Jennifer Hurley. Feel free to just call me Jen.”
Josh’s eyes probed her chest, her face, then her chest again. Jennifer smiled as she saw the tent he was pitching under his sheet. “I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here,” Josh said firmly.
Jennifer raised her voice, “But there’s nowhere else I can go. Believe me, I tried every door on this godforsaken floor, but nobody except for you answered.”
“I’m not surprised,” Josh quipped. Their chatter had aroused Lindsey, who now looked up at Josh standing wrapped in a sheet taut from the massive erection threatening to break through it. But all that seemed perfectly normal. What bothered her was the tall, naked blonde woman standing exceedingly close to him—practically pressing her massive forty G’s into his gawking face.
“Who the fuck are you?” Lindsey barked. Jumping out of bed, she marched over to Jennifer, not caring one iota that she was also stark naked. When Jennifer looked back at Josh with her mascara lined blue eyes, Lindsey asserted her authority, gave Jennifer a light push on the shoulder to get her attention. “Hey, I asked you a question.”
“Please,” Jennifer pleaded with crocodile tears threatening to spill out from her big blue eyes, “I can’t go back there. I spent my whole life trying to get away from my ex, and now he finds me here of all places. It’s unbelievable…I’m begging you, please.”
Josh shot Lindsey a sympathetic look, as if to ask what it could hurt to let her crash there with them. Lindsey sighed and said, “Well, I suppose she could sleep on the floor.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Jennifer said with a sigh of relief.
Josh stood staring at her chest as if he were stuck in some kind of libidinous trance. Lindsey slapped him in the back of the head. Hard. “Offer her something to wear, Casanova.”
“Oh, right,” Josh said. Fetching an extra shirt out from his suitcase, he tossed it over to Jen. “I have some boxer-briefs too, if you don’t mind wearing men’s underwear,” he said.
“That would be great,” Jennifer said, taking the boxers from his hands. “I’m really grateful to you guys for taking me in,” she informed them. Just as she was about to slip into the shirt and boxers, she suddenly froze.
Unexpectedly, Hurley's face went blank. Her eyelids hung low as if she was nestled in the arms of Morpheus. Her blue eyes grew cold and distant and she seemed to be a thousand miles away.
Both Josh and Lindsey recognized something was off about her. She didn’t seem well.
“Are you alright?” Josh asked.
Lindsey waved her hand in front of Jennifer’s face. “Hey Jen, are you alright? Jen?”
With a vacant look, Jennifer dropped the clothes to the ground and then turned around and grabbed Lindsey by her hair. Dragging her by her hair, she towed her toward the bathroom.
“Ow! Let go,” Lindsey cried out, fighting back in protest.
Not having it, Hurley jerked Lindsey back, and then pulled viciously forward and slammed Lindsey’s head into the nearby dresser. The blow knocked Lindsey unconscious, and she rebounded off and toppled to the ground.
Josh shoved Hurley out of the way. She tripped on the corner of the bed and fell across the bed, slid off the other end, and crash landed between the bed and the back wall.
Rushing over to Lindsey, Josh bent down and checked for a pulse. She was alive. He sighed in relief and was about to turn and deal with Jennifer when he suddenly felt a piercing sting from behind as something blunt struck the back of his head.
Collapsing onto Lindsey’s naked body, Josh fought to stay conscious. Just before things went black, he looked up to see Jen standing over him with his laptop gripped firmly in both her hands. Its edge was stained with blood from where she had bludgeoned him.
Josh collapsed at Jennifer’s feet and she looked back toward the bathroom door, which sat halfway open, and saw a partial glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Glaring with dim-eyed contempt was the dark version of herself.
Jen looked down at the two unconscious teenagers lying in a heap before her and smiled. “Some shall be pardoned, and some punished; for never was a story of more woe…than that of Juliet and her Romeo.”
Reaching down, Jennifer grabbed Josh by his wrists and dragged him over to the bed. Her thin lips stretched taught across her pearly whites and she licked her teeth. Unconsciousness was a lot like death, she thought to herself. In both cases a guy’s pecker could still get stiff.
Gently laying Josh down onto the bed, she adjusted his body as if he were a sex doll. Satisfied with how she positioned him, she climbed on top, took him firmly in her hands and bore down onto his erection with salacious intent.
Josh slowly awoke to find Jennifer straddling him and rocking her hips. Then, to his dismay, he felt himself inside of her. He felt a warm rush of wetness, a surge of physical pleasure accompanied by men
tal dread. When he realized exactly what was happening, he tried to resist. But she pressed a gentle finger to his lips and hushed him before he could object.
Slowly, Jennifer slid her hands down around Josh’s throat, and began to squeeze.
Josh wanted to tell the fucking cunt to go to hell, but all his protests were silenced by her hands around his throat. Once again, he found himself staring up at her deceitful face. Although she had an angelic beauty, there was something very black inside her. Something dangerous.
Just as Josh began to feel the room fading away, Jennifer let go of his throat and stopped strangling him.
Gasping for air, he wheezed, “Why?” His voice was course and filled with confusion. Was this a seduction or a murder? Maybe both. Whatever it was, it wasn’t normal.
Unexpectedly, Jennifer grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts. “Say you want me,” she demanded.
“What?”
“Say you want me and I’ll let you finish inside of me. Refuse, and I’ll strangle you till your heart stops.”
“I won’t give you the satisfaction,” he said. His voice still sounded like gravel. Just then Josh felt himself orgasm again. “No,” he groaned. But it was too late. Just as he had said it, he came inside of her and moaned in pleasure.
“You sound pretty satisfied to me,” she hissed in delight.
Then, her hips still working wildly to excite him, she leaned over and kissed Josh’s mouth. Finding that she didn’t meet as much resistance as she thought she would, she slipped him some tongue. Suddenly, they embraced each other and were making love.
Jennifer moaned out loud as Josh took her in his arms, rolled her over onto her back so he was on top, and then started pounding her like a real man.
“Say it,” she goaded him, her vicious smile tempting him to hate-fuck her even harder.
“I want you,” he finally said.
Jen reached up and grabbed Josh by the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers. Then she licked him from his chin to his forehead. Gripping his head, she clutched his hair tightly between her slender fingers and pushed him down her body. Down past her tits with erect nipples, down past her firm stomach, down to her loins. Pulling his head into her pussy, she let out a salacious sigh when his tongue finally penetrated her.
Moaning loudly, Jen reached back up and groped her own chest with both hands. Squeezing her breasts together, she said “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” and then she orgasmed. Josh belonged to her now, and that was about as exciting for her as being eaten out by a teenager.
Lying on her back, Jen looked over at the mirror sitting in the open bathroom and glanced her evil twin gazing back at her with a salacious grin and an 18 year old’s head buried between her thighs. Jen smiled and then closed her eyes as she let wave after wave of multiple orgasms wash over her. It was at these times, in the throes of unbridled ecstasy, that she felt truly at peace.
46
The Boy Blunder
“Grah! Grahhh! GRAH!” Zanato yelled, mocking the incessant moaning and groaning that was so enervating. Covering his ears, Zanato tried to drown out their rapacious noises, but it did little good. The racket hadn’t stopped for even one measly second since he first stirred them awake. How could those damn things even fill their lungs with enough breath to moan so goddamn loud if they never stopped to take the time to inhale? Then the airlock hissed and the light flicked from yellow to red. He heard footsteps approaching from out in the hall.
“Thank god, I’m saved,” Zanato said with a sigh of relief.
The door popped open, and General Greer stood over Zanato and glowered at him. “You’re not supposed to be here,” the general growled. “How in blazes did you even get in here anyway?”
Zanato scrambled to his feet. “What the hell kind of Frankenstein operation are you people running down here anyway?” he demanded to know.
“We’re working on a goddamn cure, genius. But we need to find the Alpha strain first.”
“Alpha strain?” Zanato echoed.
“As in: the very first person to be infected. Patient zero. The closer we get to the genesis of this thing, the more effective an antiviral we can concoct, and the more complete the treatment will be. The only problem is, this thing adapts too quickly, and there are already six different strains so far.”
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means that Hurley’s hunch was right. Breakouts occurred in almost every major city on every major continent at the same time. So it seems this whole goddamn apocalypse was planned right from the very start. No single nation was targeted—this was an attack against humanity as we know it.”
“Whoa! Slow down there, chief. Someone actually planned this? But what insane nut-bag would want to kill off the entire freakin’ planet?”
“Not the planet, kid. Just us.”
“Could it be religious zealots?”
“Religious zealots, terrorists, rogue clandestine agencies, sinister governments with access to lethal bioweaponry—at this juncture, does it even really matter?”
“I guess not.”
“What matters now is finding a cure so we can stop this thing dead in its tracks.”
“Ha, ha!” Zanato laughed, slapping the general on the arm.
“That wasn’t a joke.”
Zanato slowly pulled his hand away and took a step back from the general who glared at him intimidatingly.
“In the meantime, there’s only one surefire treatment we can be sure of,” the general said, pointing his finger to his forehead. “A bullet right between the eyes.”
“Riiight.”
“Just do me a favor,” added Greer at the last moment.
“What’s that?” Zanato said, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“Just keep your lips zipped until I can properly, and calmly, relay the true nature of the situation. If you go flappin’ your gums, you are liable to provoke a riot, and people will panic, and things could get ugly fast.”
“Ugly?” Zanato laughed. “If you ask me, things are already looking pretty damn ugly, general.”
Getting hot under his collar, the general took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Look, I’m asking you nicely here, just don’t do anything rash. We don’t need to cause undue alarm. Those people have already suffered through enough.”
Zanato mulled over the likely consequences of ratting out the General, and then decided he was probably right. Nodding in the affirmative, he replied, “Don’t worry about me, general. My lips are sealed.”
At the same time though, Zanato knew the joke was all on him. He was damned if he said anything about the monsters in the closet and he was damned if he didn’t. If he warned them, they’d resent him for shattering their Emerald city, and destroying the illusion of comfort and safety they now enjoyed. Perhaps the only thing keeping many of them going. On the other hand, if anything happened, they would crucify him for not having warned them sooner.
Jesse Zanato sighed. It was beginning to look like he really was in Hell.
47
Post-Traumatic Shock
Captivated by the pools reflective light, Rachael stood admiring the dancing and swirling ripples of the cavern water down below. She hadn’t slept in hours, but even so, she wasn’t very sleepy. Suddenly she heard pounding on the glass behind her.
Spinning around, she saw the fatigued faces of two battered and bloodied teenagers. It was Josh Hemingway, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, cradling a young girl, Lindsey, in his arms. Streaks of blood dripped from the top of Josh’s head, while Lindsey simply looked the worse for wear. She only had on a navy blue t-shirt and forest-green hip-hugging cotton panties. Their faces were as white as a sheet, and if Rachael had to guess, she would say they showed the telltale signs of post-traumatic shock.
Promptly letting them in, Rachael helped them sit down on one of the padded benches that lined the observatory windows.
Linda Sheridan gasped, “Oh, my Lord! What in the world happe
ned to you guys?”
“She’s g-gone batshit c-crazy,” Josh stammered. His voice cracked as he spoke. “Totally off the deep end, Norman Bates, murder everyone crazy.”
“Who has gone crazy?” Rachael asked.
“Jennifer what’s-her-face,” Josh said. Lindsey rested on his lap softly sobbing as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Jen did this to you guys? Jennifer Hurley?” Rachael asked in disbelief. Even though it was a hard story to take in, she didn’t see why they’d have any reason to lie about it.
Linda dashed over to the wall and removed a hot-orange first aid kit. Bringing it over, she took out some cotton pads, gauze, and antiseptic to swab their flesh wounds clean.
“That’s what I’m telling you. She banged down our door and was saying something about trying to escape her ex-husband. I imagined the worst and let her in, then suddenly, she just flipped the fuck out and bashed Lindsey’s head in. I tried to react, but before I knew it she took a cheap shot from behind and bashed me over the head with Lindsey’s laptop. When I came to she was choking me.”
Linda listened intently as she attended their wounds. “This might sting a bit,” she warned, gently bringing the cleansing pad to Josh’s chest wound.
Josh grimaced from the sting, and said, “Thanks.”
“Tell her the rest,” Lindsey urged. “She needs to know everything. She needs to know what kind of a monster that woman is.”
“The rest?” Rachael asked, her curiosity piqued.
Josh continued on with the story. “When I woke up she was,” Josh’s voice cracked, “she was on top of me. That’s when I realized I was inside of her and…I couldn’t…I couldn’t fight her off.”
“Are you saying she raped you?” Rachael asked in alarm. She knew that Hurley was an immoral tramp. But raping a teenager, even if he was legally an adult, was beyond the pale. “Josh, this is serious. Answer truthfully: Did you give her your consent?”
Josh’s eyes flooded with tears. Swallowing hard, he answered, “No…”