Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  He scrambled from the cart and quickly stooped down at her side oblivious to the muddy puddles to check her pulse. A surge of fear rippled through him. A fleeting image of his father’s death, his throat torn out caused him to gasp. He put his head to her chest and frowned for a moment for he couldn’t detect a heartbeat. Thank God, she was still breathing. Plucking her from the ground with strong arms, he placed her gently onto the back of the cart. She curled into the fetal position, her wild eyes darting this way and that.

  The farmer removed his sweaty jacket and covered her shivering body with it. He hopped over the seat, whistling the horse into action.

  He looked behind at the unconscious woman with concern and an ice-cold dread. “Sweet Saint Madeleine ... what has happened to you?” He whipped his horse to a canter and made his way to the Douvrey Institute for the insane. Doctor Vernier may not know what the bloody hell he’s doing half the time, Busson thought, but at least he would take proper care of her.

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  Delicate Rose remained curled up under the sweaty jacket, lulled by the motion of the cart. Flashing images of her recent terrors seared her brain. She fought to erase them but they were insistent. She saw herself running through a garden of mist-covered stone slabs. His whip lashed her feet, binding them together. She was dragged screaming back to hell, her nails raking the ground into deep furrows.

  The rocking motion stopped. A new more urgent sense of danger overwhelmed her. A distant voice grew stronger within her – “Let me in. I am Eternal!”

  Delicate Rose opened her eyes to the blinding brilliance of the sun’s rays scorching exposed patches of her white skin without mercy. A brief image of her savior smiled sadly down at her but something terrible forced her to look towards a drab grey edifice oozing with misery. The stinging sensation brought forth her stronger, otherworldly self – Eternal.

  In this altered state of heightened awareness, Eternal saw what Delicate Rose could not. And the first thing Eternal laid eyes on was a disgusting, fat demon with a horribly scarred face, leering down at her. The demon licked its puffed lips with a bloated black tongue. Its breath was so fetid it forced bile up her throat. She immediately panicked and tried to escape.

  Eternal had no idea where she was or what was happening to her. Fear took control. She screamed and screamed. The demon laughed at her, drooling with its stinking tongue hanging limp from a rancid mouth circled by fat lips.

  Eternal turned to see the dog sitting on the cart, barking furiously at the vile creature. You can see him for what he is, can’t you? When the demon whistled, the dog hid back under the cart seat in terror, tail between its legs.

  She watched the kind man who saved her hop onto the cart and comfort his dog. The farmer looked most concerned while stroking the dog’s head. The look on his face showed his confusion and fear. She sensed his inner turmoil. He wondered if he had done the right thing in saving her. He was thinking of his father’s death.

  Eternal turned to a new source of terror. A vile, rotting witch, covered in festering warts over pale green, scaly skin, slapped her face.

  The witch spoke in a husky rasp to the demon at her side, “Hold her tight, Bonbon ... this one is going to be trouble.”

  Eternal had a sickening vision in her mind’s eye of the demonic Bonbon manhandling the female patients, most of whom experienced his molestations many times over.

  And hold her tight the demon did. His harsh grip on her slender wrists brought a squeal of agony equal to that inflicted by the sun’s rays. She tried to turn away from that monstrous countenance but was slapped by the diseased witch.

  With renewed terror, Eternal watched thick leather straps bind her tightly to a steel cart. Not the straps! They reminded her of his cruel whip and tried to scream but all she could do was emit a croaking whisper from her dry mouth. She squirmed with disgust, unable to prevent the stinking demon groping her breasts and fondling between her legs. The vile witch looked on with a lecherous grin. The searing pain of the sun’s rays confirmed she must be in hell and shuddered.

  Eternal struggled to no avail, watching the farmer steer his cart away. The waking nightmare continued when a giant’s maw opened up before her with a sinister creaking, swallowing her up. The maw slammed shut with her rasping screams

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  Chapter 3

  Eternal could not move while she was carted across a grand hall. The distant wails and screams of the tortured confirmed she had been delivered to hell. An overpowering sense of revulsion caused her to look towards the noise.

  She saw an attractive blonde female smiling at her but the smile lasted only a second, to be replaced by a disgusted grimace. Eternal followed the female’s gaze to the leering demon licking its lips.

  The demon turned from the blonde, leaned closer to Eternal and pinched her breasts. Pain and fear convulsed through her.

  Eternal looked up at the demon’s revolting attempt to attract her attention, puckering its lips for a kiss. She could do nothing but experience these horrors as if they were happening to someone else. She became detached from her reality. Eternal! I am Eternal! I – am – Eternal!

  Eternal kept a close eye on her captors while traveling down a tunnel-like corridor into a room filled with a disgusting stench. The fumes caused her to cough. She sensed the demon drooling over her dark v-shaped mound clearly visible through her ruined dress. In her mind’s eye she could see her trembling fleshy folds being ravaged by the creature’s serpent-like tongue probing deeper and deeper and this accelerated her terror.

  She had a powerful urge to cover herself but couldn’t. As hard as she tried, her hand failed to cover the place where the demon’s lust dwelled. Bile rose up her throat when she saw the room change into a dungeon adorned with instruments of torture hanging from the walls. Huge steel clamps, massive shears with serrated edges, spiked gloves, glowing hot tongs and many more awaited her trembling flesh.

  Eternal looked from the female demon witch to the male version and wondered which one would devour her first. She was relieved when the male demon skulked towards the open door but was immediately repulsed, sensing its urgent need to spray its seed in her face.

  Eternal wanted to scream but she was so dry with fear her tongue had stuck to the roof of her mouth. She looked desperately around the small room, breathing frantically. Her head swam with terrifying visions of bloody torn bodies, screams of death and those leather-clad legs. She tried to understand what was happening to her but couldn’t. Tears ran down her face for nothing surfaced except sheer terror that stripped her of her very existence.

  Eternal relaxed while the festering witch gently comforted her by stroking her hair. The dungeon changed to a white room. She saw a woman in a white uniform and shelves of brown bottles, rolled bandages, shining stainless steel instruments. Was she in a hospital? Was this frighteningly ugly woman a nurse? She sensed the cruelty within her and her demon.

  “You’re in safe hands now my dear.” The nurse examined several cuts on Eternal’s face. “Oh, you poor little thing.” The restraints were loosened. Gauze was used to clean the cuts. “That’s better, isn’t it?” She tossed the bloody gauze into a nearby bin.

  Eternal screamed at the sight of her blood. Her precious blood! It cannot be wasted. Her blood is eternal.

  Eternal received a slap across the face from the demon witch. She struggled but was shoved back down. The straps were tightened once more. She stared into the mask of hate glaring at her, unable to cry.

  “Do that again and I’ll let Bonbon have his way with you,” the evil witch said with a sneer.

  Eternal did not move a muscle. She didn’t even flinch when the festering old hag held her head firmly with a rough hand, dabbing at more blood oozing from numerous superficial cuts. Brief flashes of the hag in a nun’s garment beating children seared her mind, reminding her of a childhood past that soon dissolved with her fear.

  “There ... there ... we’ll have you cleaned up in no time at all. Now try to stay calm
so the doctor can examine you properly. Can you do that?” the witch asked in a pleasing voice.

  Eternal’s exhaustion forced her sweet other self, Delicate Rose, to whimper to the surface.

  Delicate Rose grabbed a firm hold of that word “doctor” and clung to it with all her strength. She was in a hospital and allowed the nurse to finish cleaning her scratches but the blood continued to ooze from thin lacerations. She sensed the nurse’s confusion at this loss of blood and her disgust at such use of heavy makeup, the deep red fingernail polish. The evil within the nurse grew stronger, its demon welling up to the surface. Delicate Rose screamed in fear allowing Eternal to take temporary control.

  Eternal sensed the witch thinking of her as a worthless harlot, a useless lump of flesh to be beaten to a bloody pulp.

  “What is this world coming to?” the witch said, its voice a file on rusted iron.

  Eternal resigned herself to her fate at the hands of this vile creature. She trembled like a trapped bird while her feet were cleaned. The constant disapproving sighs, revulsion and hatred assaulted her senses. This witch hated all her patients with equal venom.

  Eternal saw a door open, please, not the demon orderly! A tall man of authoritative bearing entered and loomed over her. She immediately knew she would be safer under his care. The Doctor! Had she been injured? She couldn’t remember. Her blood! How much blood had she lost? While in her terrified state, this man did not change into a hideous creature to prey on her but she sensed his inner turmoil.

  “Have you ascertained her injuries, Nurse Marteau?”

  “They seem to be nothing more than superficial scratches, Doctor Vernier.”

  “You’re in safe hands now ... do you have a name?” The doctor smiled down at her with a kindly tanned face etched with a thin moustache. He had the appearance of an actor, suave, sophisticated, reminding her of someone close. But who? This man was also hiding his feelings. Again, something about him reminded her of her own past but what precisely, she could not discern. He removed her restraints.

  “Such pale skin. So delicate.” The doctor checked her pulse with a cool gentle touch and gave a dissatisfied grunt. He repeated this procedure with a peculiar device. He frowned and tested her heart again.

  Eternal blanked out.

  Delicate Rose returned, becalmed by the doctor’s tenderness.

  “Was she in a distressed state when you first examined her, Nurse Marteau?”

  “She has been like that since her arrival, Doctor Vernier.” Nurse Marteau smirked wickedly at the patient.

  “Hmm ... this is most peculiar.” Doctor Vernier continued with the strange listening device. “Her heart rate is exceedingly slow ... especially after such an obvious ordeal.” The doctor finished listening to her chest, unplugged the thing from his ears and dangled it from his neck. He shrugged, touching numerous cuts and scratches on her face, legs, lower arms and feet, all the time staring into her eyes.

  “Interesting ... no reactions.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “Can you remember what happened to you?”

  Delicate Rose stared blankly at the man, her fear stapling her mouth shut with tight lips.

  “Can you remember where you live?” The doctor waited a few seconds for an answer. “What is your name?” He gripped her right arm and raised it before letting it go.

  Delicate Rose’s arm stayed where it was, as rigid as a board. She saw the look of recognition on the doctor’s face. He was thinking of some kind of mental disorder.

  “Take the patient to the shower room. Perhaps then she will be more forthcoming.” The good doctor opened the door to leave.

  Delicate Rose became frantic. She tried to get off the bed but her ankle restraints prevented her. She so desperately wanted to tell this man what had happened to her but her memory failed to produce the answer.

  The doctor paused at the door. “You know what to do, Nurse Marteau.” He left the room.

  With a solid slap from the witch, Eternal took control, glaring into the dead eyes of the thing masquerading as a nurse. She tried to scream but her fear closed her throat. Blinking in shock, she was pushed down hard and shackled to the steel cart.

  “Oh my ... are the straps too tight.” The witch cackled. “You’re mine now ... so be a good girl or you’ll never be free ... never!”

  With mounting dread, Eternal’s worst nightmare entered the room.

  The demonic Bonbon flashed its black tongue. It massaged its bulging groin with obvious intent, wheeling the trolley out into the corridor where the tormented screams and moans of the insane filled the air. The gargoyle-like monster leered at her in a most vile manner.

  Helpless, Eternal was taken to another room tiled in white from floor to ceiling. Along one wall were attached showerheads, dripping in anticipation. She received a strong signal that this demon inhabited a paradise for the perverse. She closed her eyes as if by opening them this nightmare would end.

  Eternal opened her eyes. The demon undid the straps with trembling fingers and gasping lungs. It moaned, indicating for her to disrobe with a shaking hand.

  She stared at the grotesque creature in abject terror and shook her head no. The hideous monster struck her across the face with the back of its pustule-ridden hand.

  “Do as Bonbon says or you’ll have some of this.” The demon undid its fly and removed its Devil’s prong. It started to rub itself.

  Eternal whimpered in terror and backed away with images of this demon drinking her life’s blood. Not her blood! Those thoughts quickly evaporated when the rampant monster advanced on her with a sickening grin full of rotting teeth and that black tongue flicking in and out. The room began to swirl.

  Chapter 4

  Eternal’s legs buckled, striking the wall with her back. There was nowhere to go.

  The demonic Bonbon advanced upon her with his vile, twitching erection dribbling green puss. The demon’s thick tongue slobbered with pleasure.

  Eternal looked frantically from side to side but all she could see was an empty room. She tried to escape but was cut off by the demon. It shoved her against the wall with bone-jarring force. She shuddered in disgust, feeling its demon horn nudging her groin.

  “Nice ... nice ... nice,” the demon said with drool sliding from its ugly maw. “Take it all off for Bonbon.”

  Eternal shook her head no, retreating from its grin.

  The hideous creature giggled, blew her a kiss and advanced, stroking its erection.

  The demon witch marched in looking for trouble. “Put that away, you damned fool!”

  The festering demon fumbled its cock back into its trousers. “Later,” it promised, leaving with a cackle.

  Eternal collapsed to the floor and wept stinging tears of utter defeat. She probed the male demon’s mind. It needed to have its way with her before eating her like a raw piece of meat. That’s how it saw all its victims. She now knew she would die in this hell. Oblivion awaited her where a cold death would strip her of her very existence. She curled into the fetal position and whimpered with utter dread.

  Strange whispers hissed like snakes, drawing her from her terror. She blinked at naked women writhing before her. They were all possessed by filthy demons. Her hunger visualized their blood spurting from torn necks.

  The bodies quivered and whispered, “Eternal.”

  Eternal looked with fearful eyes at the room dissolving into a place completely white. White chairs bolted to the white tiled floor. White towels were draped over the back of the chairs. Several middle-aged women were seated upon the chairs giving her frightened looks. They whispered secretively and pointed trembling fingers at her.

  One woman asked, “Are you Eternal?”

  Was that her real name, she wondered?

  “Enough of that, girls!” Demon witch glared at Eternal with open hatred. “Well, get on with it.”

  Eternal stared blankly from the angry demon witch to the other female demons, starting to disrobe. She began to tremble with sheer terror gripping her
mind like a vice. Pathetic whimpering escaped her lips and hot tears ran down her face. Her inner power grew stronger pushing back her fear to a tolerable squirm of snakes in her stomach.

  Eternal stared with complete disgust at a partition wall to the side of the showers. Intense hatred rippled through the wall. She used her power to enter the demon’s mind on the other side of the wall. Sickening as it was she had to know its intent.

  She saw the demon’s hands go about its business on its massive erection. She could see her own repulsed expression. The demon had a spying hole.

  She was shoved by the witch and sensed a beating was on its way if she didn’t disrobe. So she slipped out of her bloody gown. The witch picked it up with revulsion on its face, as if the blood was poison, grunted and stormed off.

  Eternal stood naked and bloody before the leering gaze of the male demon. The thing likened her pale skin to the fine bone china tea service its mother used on special days. It ejaculated and the demon made a decision to take extra-special care of Eternal. She deserved his special attention.

  Eternal’s rage surfaced. She dashed across the room towards the spying hole and thumped against the partition wall. She sensed momentary fear in the demon at being found out. Perverted whimpering came from the other side of the door. She felt vital, alive, powerful at her small victory.

  With an air of superiority, Eternal faced the terrified glances from the other women. She ignored them for they were nothing to her. When the sting of the water cleansed her cuts and scratches, she shuddered at the flashing images of her immediate past forcing her precarious mind to relive that ordeal. She felt the cold hard rain driving into her face while she stumbled along the country road. She had to escape this chamber of horrors but for now she allowed the warm water to cleanse her hair and body. It felt good.

  A distant voice echoed in the darkest recesses of her disturbed mind, calling to her with that single word – Eternal. She allowed the word to fill her with its incessant allure. Instinct told her it was her destiny to embrace that word.

  “I am Eternal,” she whispered. She quivered with delight, washing the terrors from her ravaged body to reveal her true self in all her shimmering beauty. She showered in her divine opalescence, imagining herself to be the mistress moon. The dark music of her vampiric lullaby sent ripples of her power flowing outwards. Her mind filled the room and sensed the timid lives trembling before her. Those poor wretches!