Opening her eyes again, the tunnel was gone. Annette recognized the spot where she was, it was where she had died in the cave. She looked around in the purple light for her dead body.
Except the light wasn’t purple anymore. And there was no body except for the one she was in, it was kneeling on its knees now before a giant purple dragon.
She looked down at the clothing, it was hers. The sunken and dried-looking hands were hers, they looked like some of her dried cat hearts. Why didn’t they have life in them? She was even still wearing her ring of Kalara’s hair though it was looser now. She felt for a pulse at her neck. There wasn’t one. She screamed and it came out breathy.
Then she noticed the dragoness had lowered her head to right in front of her. She screamed again and put her arms around her head, preparing to be eaten.
But the purple dragoness didn’t eat her. Instead, with Kalara’s voice the dragoness said “You don’t have a pulse, you’re dead.”
With trembling hands, Annette tried again. The dragoness waited, and Annette waited. She pressed her fingertips harder against her leathery stiff neck. There was nothing. This had to be a dream. She fell over and curled into a fetal position, wanting desperately to wake up.
The dragoness chuckled. “Oh you are still kicking, don’t worry about that. I’ve preserved you. You’ve been mummified, caught between life and death. I couldn’t let you slip away and die now could I? So I did what I had to. Care to guess who your master is?”
Annette shook her head, refusing to believe, and mouthed a silent NO, a terrified NO.
“It’s me, KALARA.” The purple dragoness shouted.
All Annette could say was no. “NO NO NO NO!” She didn’t know where Kalara was but she wasn’t looking at a woman.
The purple dragoness spoke more “I could have eaten you, finished you off, but I didn’t, your blood was quite enough to please me. And now you are going to serve me. You cannot harm me. If you go against me, it’ll be darkness for you, you’ll see nothing, and I know you don’t want that. The only way you’ll see light, the only way your world will brighten up, is if you do my bidding.”
Annette tried not to believe the dragoness. She envisioned her preserved self-standing up and chanting a curse against Kalara. With her thoughts came the darkness, flooding the room, haunting her with horrified voices of dark torment.
It was enough. Annette didn’t want any of that. She knelt again “Yes, dragoness.” she spoke in fallen tones of miserable acceptance.
“Why did you call me that?!?” Kalara demanded.
“Because that is what you are.”
“No. I. Am. Not. Thanks to you!” Kalara stood there, teeth clenched hard with fists balled up and a steely stare of fresh anger. There was so much to what her new mummy said that it disturbed her. It made Kalara think of Ravanan’s rejection, it pained her. “DON’T CALL ME THAT! I AM YOUR ENCHANTRESS! GOT THAT? Enchantress, call me Enchantress. Do you understand?!? NOW SIT DOWN!” Kalara spun away from the mummy so fast her deep purple armored robe Heed swirled about her legs.
Annette shivered and lowered her dried head “Yes, Enchantress.” It was all so very perplexing to Annette. Clearly that was Kalara’s voice but it was coming from a giant purple dragon. And somehow when the dragon was mad the air turned colder. She herself was dead and deep inside a mountain far from Oklahoma. She sat and watched her enchantress move over to the lifeless body of Jeremy.
Kalara cast “MUMMIFY” on Jeremy’s body and then collapsed in exhaustion
The mummy watched as another of her kind was born, all moisture from Jeremy’s body rose from his skin and orifices into a cloud that slowly expanded into the air of the grand hallway.
His body did the same odd silent scream and then clumsily rose into a kneeling position.
Jeremy groaned in a low, raspy voice, deeper than he had before, then he screamed again at seeing the purple dragoness.
“Stop screaming.”
“But you’re a... a.. dragon. You’re not real.”
“I am an enchantress and I am *very* real.” The dragoness looked angered at his mistake and Jeremy the mummy felt the chill of it.
The terrible dragoness sat back. “I preserved you into a mummy.”
“Oh NO WAY!” Jeremy moaned as he looked at his dried hands, he knew it to be true. His skin still had its tan color, but it was now marked with dark purple veins. He felt his hair, it was still there and looking good. “This can’t be happening, it can’t be. Dragons aren’t real. This must be a type of heaven or hell, or maybe, maybe.... is this a dream?”
“No its not.” Her great head came down as she looked closer at him. “You’re not Todd, who are you?”
“Jeremy DeHay, tour guide.”
“Fine. You will provide food for me until I can hunt on my own, Jeremy.”
“No! You did this to me!” The silent darkness fell over him immediately and caused him to scream again in worry. “I want to go back!!!!!!!!!”
“I said stop screaming.”
“But what happened?!? What did you do?” he whimpered in the dark.
“Like I said, I mummified you. And when you go against me there will be nothing but darkness. Now go get me some food.”
Jeremy remained on his leathery knees in the darkness and cried without tears. He didn’t want to be there, he had been quite happy with death. “Please release me!”
His enchantress yelled “NO! You will bring me food! I want animals to eat twice a day, no, make that four. This is your task and you will not be able to break it. Consider it your payment for immortality.”
“I don’t want immortality and I don’t want this!” Jeremy the mummy spoke out from his darkness.
Kalara narrowed her eyes “I have given you a better life than you had before. Your body is dead – it can’t die again, all pain is behind you and like a plant you will keep on living. The only thing that can destroy you now is fire and it would be a slow death I think.”
“No, please no.” Jeremy pleaded even as he saw the truth of it. Light returned to his world. He saw Annette. “All of this is her fault. Use her! And let me go.”
“I will use you until I no longer need you.”
Jeremy hung his head.
“Your body should still be able to move fast enough to hunt and I can enchant it should you need more.”
“I’ll need more.” Jeremy was quick to say as fast as he could with his slow, dry voice.
“OK. Fine. I need some food first. When you return I’ll have this door working for you.” Kalara turned away and started walking back to Black Blade Lair dragging Annette with her.
Chapter 18
The desk of Dr. David Wilson was covered with his research notes. The afternoon sun was lighting the room. He had just come back from refilling his water glass and was getting back to his latest research paper.
He typed “.... and the results of this study are promising, showing greater efficiency in the blood stream’s transportation of testosterone” he deleted it.
Documenting his findings was the worst part of his job but it was necessary. With no less than eighteen published articles covering his hormone research, he and his colleagues were on the forefront of testosterone therapy.
Dr. Wilson continued typing his thoughts, oblivious to the invisible presence in the room with him. She was devouring his every thought as his most avid follower.
The truth was that the person who was secretly with him had logged more hours in Dr. Wilson’s presence over the past few months than anyone else had. The reason for this was that in his field of study it went undisputed that he was the best, the most studied, most creative, and a top researcher, grant money sought him out.
She knew him better than he knew himself, she saw how he did his best thinking after lunch and the hour leading up to playing racquetball. She even took her research to his bed, posing as his wife. And anyone that stood in his way, rival or reporter, she artfully removed them and if that didn’t work, she a
te them.
Dr. Wilson’s invisible shadow not only gleaned from him, she helped where she could. Hidden, resourceful, a reminder of past ideas that might help on the current problem, she did all she could to contribute. She needed his curiosity to further her own research, she had the memory but not the creativity. Learning from her own spells and pets, she would report her findings directly into his mind and listen for how he processed the information. It was exhausting but rewarding work, and her efforts were starting to pay off. She felt great and could fly faster, further than she ever could before. The steroids were working.
Her efforts were also making their mark on his world of laboratories and campuses. In the months since she arrived, his peers had taken notice that his already impressive career was really taking off. With jealous eyes they applauded him.
Chapter 19
Bill took a drink from his cola and went back to work. This particular car was giving him grief, he hoped replacing the starter would take care of it. The bolts were far down in the engine and they weren’t budging. Reaching as far as he could he pushed with all his weight on the wrench – they didn’t budge.
After spraying some WD-40 and waiting a bit he tried to loosen the bolts again. Looking at him you would think he was mad, and possibly he was, he was totally focused on a bolt when finally it gave way and he busted his knuckles on the dirty old engine. Now he was mad.
He yanked out his hand to suck the blood off his skin and looked at the damage done – it was already throbbing. He wondered why he was even working at the garage when there were other easier jobs out there when Jenniffer came walking up.
She looked like dessert and a smile spread on his face. “Hey hey Gorgeous!”
Her smile made him forget all about his bloodying hand. Blood dripped onto the oily ground as he looked and saw her old red corvette. “Oh WOW, you got it back! How’d you do it?”
Jenniffer replied “Oh it wasn’t hard, the guy actually begged me to take it back.”
Her response seemed a bit weird to Bill but he was more concerned with her daytime visit, that was something she never did, and especially coming to the garage. It was unheard of.
Bill wiped his hand off with a rag. Jenniffer’s eyes were pinned on him. Things began to rise up inside. Then he noticed her eyes were no longer the beautiful rainbows of color. “No contacts today?”
“No. I got tired of them.” she said as she came in for a hug. Jenniffer cuddled her face against his skin like a cat. “You smell terrific.”
Bill let out a laugh “Don’t lie.”
“No seriously, you smell amazing” her nose went behind his ear then her mouth found his neck. “You taste even better.” she licked the salty sweat off his skin.
Bill looked around for his boss. “I’m glad to see you – after you not coming around the past couple of nights. You OK?”
Jenniffer leaned against the car he’d been working on, “I feel terrific. I had to go do some stuff, like getting my car back and all. But I’ve been missing you. Can you stop for the day?”
It was a struggle to unlock the door with Jenniffer’s hand down his pants. He finally stopped trying and turned around to taste her. Their lips pressed hard and parted so their tongues could twist. It was one of those types of kisses, the kind that is clearly a preview of things to come.
The rotten wood porch wasn’t going to stand for their heavy action though and they both knew it. To his surprise Jenniffer was able to open his door without missing a tongue sweep. She was awesome that way and it only made him want her more.
Bill shut the door and threw his keys to the coffee table, hot on Jenniffer’s heels. He let out a whistle when she removed her shirt to reveal a new bra.
“Damn girl! Come here and let me see that.”
She winked and then took off running for the bed.
The short chase stoked the already bright red coals in Bill’s pants. He caught her at the bedroom door, kissed her and ran his fingers along the black bra. “Nice!” was all he could think to say. Breasts had a dumbing effect on him. With greased-stained hands he touched her neck and shoulders, kissing her all the while. A little bit of automotive grease got on her skin, it was no matter to either of them.
He pushed her against the wood paneled wall and held her wrists high. He just could not kiss her hard enough nor get enough of rubbing his face on her chest. Jenniffer’s legs wrapped around his and he carried her to the bed.
“You know what a new bra means.” Bill said as he took off his clothes.
“Do I?”
“You’re fixin to”, then he mounted her from behind and used the bra as a handle. While he was plunging into her he could see her beautiful red hair fall across her long back. He visualized the new bra cutting into her cute breasts, making them bulge as he tugged on it. He could just picture them jiggling as he rode her hard.
Jenniffer moved off him before he got to explode inside her. “You think I’m gonna let you get me that easy?” she played with him.
“What you got in mind?” he asked with a smile.
“Your cock.” She turned over and started licking him.
“Oh Jenn!” he let out as he laid back into his pillow. “I thought you hated this.”
Between kisses she teased him by breathing her warm breath on his tip. Then Jenniffer smiled deliciously saying “Surprise” before running her tongue along his length and then taking him in her mouth.
His hands found the back of her head and he pushed her onto him repeatedly. Her red hair was everywhere, he loved every silken strand that moved over him.
She worked herself free of his grubby hands and sat back on her heels “My goodness you’re in a hurry. Don’t be.” She moved to get between his legs and pushed them apart. “I’m gonna make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll be changed forever.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” she whispered as she found his balls.
“Ooooo careful there!” he lightly pleaded with breath held.
Her lips were like the smoothest satin against him. She was good. Very good.
“I had no idea.”
“Shhhh.”
He could feel her hot breath as she quieted him. Damn she was an artist! He enjoyed her work very much. A tingling sensation traveled from his toes to the back of his head. The pleasure he felt as her wet tongue found his hidden areas made his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Jenniffer took her time, feeling the moment. The hotter she got the more the little barbs on her palms rose up like goose flesh.
With the kissing and caressing going on Bill didn’t notice the barbs on her palms that held him firm, it wasn’t enough to puncture the skin but just the right amount to secure the prey. If anything the barbs awoke his skin even more.
Then when he was fully into it with head thrown back and her numbing saliva all over him, her needle-like fangs dropped down and Jenniffer struck like a snake, they sank deep into his balls.
Bill felt a slight and quick pressure that thrilled him even more. She was right. He felt like he could never achieve this feeling again. He loved it. He loved her!
The rush of venom through her fangs caused her to orgasm. Bill wasn’t far behind and Jenniffer collected every drop, purring as she lapped up his cum. She was a very clean and thorough monster after all. His cum was her reward while the testosterone flowed out and vanished to be awarded to her maker.
Within days Jenniffer had increased her social network considerably. From university grounds to mega churches she roamed. There were so many men and she wanted them all, not giving another thought about Bill. She lived for the night time and was always on the lookout for a guy to fuck. She hunted them and bedded them, the tougher the guy the harder she worked to have him. And in her wake across NE Oklahoma many men were left ruined and weak, their spark was gone. Size didn’t matter, nor color, nor marital status, nor job or education – only their ego and bright eyes that signaled confidence we
re needed to attract the vixen. Jenniffer took all of it from them, they would never recover.
Her favorite marks were policemen, they really got her barbs to itching, wanting to grasp their cute asses and thighs. Rare finds were ball teams where she’d move from player to player, she could ruin a team within a week – then the coach wouldn’t know how to pull them out of their losing streak and shortly he too would become weak and uncaring.
On a Saturday trip to Tulsa Bill and Todd went to the gun show at the fairgrounds. As usual the parking lot was a mess with cars but one stood out, Jenniffer’s red corvette.
Todd saw it first. “What the hell? There’s Jenn’s Old Red! We ought to go get it back!”
“She did. I guess you haven’t seen her lately.”
“Nope.” Todd replied. “So she got it back. First smart thing she’s done. What is she doing here? She hates guns.”
“No clue. I haven’t seen much of her.”
As they entered the crowded Expo Center Bill eagerly scanned for his girlfriend. There were so many people – he didn’t see her.
Jenniffer was following her next victim, a camo-wearing guy. They’d already played the eye game. What made this guy fun was that a woman was hanging on his arm completely oblivious that Jenniffer was already stealing him away. The guy was doomed when the pair parted for a bathroom break. She overheard where the couple said they’d meet back up.
She took off behind the woman and actually held the bathroom door open for her. Once inside she took the stall next to the woman and waited. When the woman sat down Jenniffer vaulted over the wall. The woman screamed but that didn’t matter because the vixen had already grabbed her hair and was biting her face. Jenniffer felt her venom pulse into the woman, satisfyingly removing the competition.
Seconds later with fangs hidden Jenniffer was checking her beautiful self in the mirror while the woman slept, slouched over on the toilet and turning into a vixen.
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