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

by Travis Luedke

  He smiled. “You are quite perfect.” He was touching me. He sighed and spoke some more, but the words were barely heard. But then he bent closer, his voice a whisper in my ear. He told me of my beauty, of how he coveted me. His eyes were blazing. When he too lay naked before me, he pleaded with me to feast on him, on every part of him and so I did. I pleasured him and nibbled too, under the watchful eyes of the servants.

  He pulled away to mount me, his touch was heavy, there was little pain only the awareness that he was taking me. At last he cried out, his pleasure obtained.

  “It will be like this for you, is that so terrible, to exist and please? To make love and give love?”

  I could not answer. All I could think of was Gascoyne.

  “You will leave here tomorrow. Our ship sails then,” he said.

  I watched his narrow pink tongue lick my nipples. He began to suckle them gently at first but then the pressure increased until I cried out. When I did, several servants appeared. “You may remove her now, she has pleased me.”

  CHAPTER 24

  I woke in darkness and with the terrible knowledge that I was on a ship as I could feel the motion of it. I screamed for Gascoyne and Ramet too and I didn’t stop. I shouted until I could shout no more. Eventually someone came in and slapped me.

  “Enough of that!”

  It was one of Sabba’s servants. The room was dim but I could see his pudgy face and the lustful look upon it. “You’re annoying but worth it,” he said as he began to touch himself. It was revolting to see. He laughed when I turned away. “A delicate vampire. The sultan will be enchanted.”

  He lit a candle. Now, I took a good look at him. He was tall and beefy. His eyes bulged slightly and he stunk of liquor, filth and sweat. Humans could really be odious sometimes. He told me we were eight hours out of port. “Relax, the trip is long. It is two weeks until we reach port. Will you grow bored, I wonder?”

  I pleaded for him to tell me what others were on board. But he only grinned. I begged him to tell me more but he slapped me and stormed out. I haven’t any idea how much time passed. There was no way I could look out. There wasn’t a porthole or opening of any kind. Perhaps Gascoyne had been taken and Ramet and Gregory as well.

  Someone came in then, not a servant but one of the seamen. He had a pitcher for me. “It is fresh, siphoned off from the ships’ rats.” He handed it to me. “Drink, who knows how long it will be before I return?”

  I asked him about the vampires, whether or not he knew anything. He was quite young, younger than I first thought.

  “I will try to find out what you ask. I promise.” He waited until I drank. I imagined he was told to. I thanked him and he left.

  If I thought I had suffered before, this was worse. It might become worse still. He returned later to tell me another of my kind wished to see me. I could only think it was Gascoyne. “I can take you to him. You mustn’t make a sound.”

  The chains remained on me. He helped me stand. “It is not far.”

  We walked some distance. “There,” he said pointing. I looked to see the Hold. “They are all in there. You are kept separate.”

  He held his torch aloft and took me inside. There were many vampires. I looked for Gascoyne but did not see him. Someone called my name. It was Ramet. He motioned us over.

  “My dear one. He is not here...”

  I felt my knees give way and I cried out. The boy quieted me. I obeyed too because it could mean his life if his kindness was discovered.

  “Ramet,” I asked. “What has happened to Gascoyne?”

  He looked so grave I tried to brace myself for the worst. “He tried to fight them...he saw when they took you. He probably perished...”

  He spoke more, but I heard none of it. My grief had deafened me. With profound sorrow there is a kind of comfort, as I soon felt numb. I moved as if in a dream. I do not recall resting or feeding. Time had no meaning. How could it with Gascoyne gone?

  ****

  I slept for what seemed an interminable time. Even when I woke nothing seemed real. Ramet spoke to me, but I cannot recall anything he said. One moment ran into another. I came to think of this time as my most despairing. When I did become lucid, the first thing I recall was Sabba looking down at me.

  “I am sorry,” he said. At first I thought it was bad news about Gascoyne but it wasn’t. He added that he had been too busy to visit me. “I have had so many things to see to. You are not the only vampire, you know. Now,” he said. “I have time to prepare you for your arrival in Casablanca. That is good. For there is much to tell you.”

  I couldn’t stand the sound of his voice or indeed his presence. I even asked him to leave! He looked startled. “What? You ungrateful wench! How dare you?”

  I thought he would slap me, but he didn’t. “If you are grieving about that friend of yours...he’s been destroyed! Oh yes, he put up quite a fight. He killed some of my men. It was most surprising since he was ill. You might as well accept it. There are other things for you, you know.”

  I spat at him when he said that.

  He raised his hand to hit me but didn’t. Instead he smiled and left me to think of Gascoyne, Gascoyne who was no more.

  ****

  Ramet helped me so much during this difficult time. He spoke of his own life and of all the sadness he had endured. “Nothing was as difficult as my separation from my princess.”

  The woman he had loved was a princess. It was a forbidden love and resulted in his death on the order of the pharaoh. “For she was his daughter...and I was a mere slave...”

  He distracted me from my own sad thoughts, to hear of his love and the terrible death he suffered, death by butchery which first began with castration. He told me that he was left to bleed to death and was raised soon after.

  When he realized I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying, he nodded. “You know, then?”

  “Sabba has said he saw Gascoyne destroyed.”

  “I didn’t want you to know... Justine, our existence is far from predictable, its longevity is perhaps one of the worst aspects—and when we lose great love ... it is another kind of death. Gascoyne is gone from you, but you may keep him in your memory. Still,” he added. “That is for when you are better able to remember him. That is not for now.”

  ****

  Ramet’s words helped, though I still mourned. Yet, I kept thinking of what he said. And during the rest of the voyage he told me more, this was to distract me however for he didn’t wish me to think more of Gascoyne.

  During the two weeks of the voyage it became clear to me what Sabba’s intention was. I was to be his whenever he liked. It was all part of the preparation he said. How he thought to foist himself upon me at this time was incredible, but Ramet advised me to let him as he did not wish me to suffer more.

  In between Sabba’s repulsive encounters were his advice sessions. I was told about the sultan and the palace, about his human concubines, his advisors and what he liked.

  “As I have said, he is fairly young. If I may say you will find him less intimidating than you would have found his father.”

  As always I made no reply.

  “He depends on me for everything, truly!”

  He moved toward me. I was chained and could not reach him where he stood. “I wonder if you still need to be chained. Perhaps later...”

  If only there couldn’t be a later I thought.

  CHAPTER 25

  There were many encounters I did not wish. Chains were not used as there were other ways of subduing me—drugs did the trick. The two weeks passed with me in a drug-induced haze. Memories became confused with dreams. Reality blended into fantasy and back again. In a way it was a mercy not to have all my wits about me.

  I would not speak to Ramet for quite some time. Mainly it was Sabba’s voice I heard when I was aware. That was shortly before we docked. He was preparing me for my arrival. Never did he look more oily or repulsive.

  “You will be housed near the harem. As I have
told you, they do not like your kind. You are considered an abomination. However, as in all things it is good to recognize evil for what it is. You are creatures of Satan and the sultan’s advisors consider your kind that and nothing more.” He smiled. “Of course the wages of sin can be so terribly engaging...”

  He went on to tell me more of the palace. He spoke of great banquet halls and pleasure gardens—of noble guests from far and wide.

  “And they expect to be entertained...”

  I had no doubt. Further he told me of the two tiered balconies. “There are gated landings surrounding the garden...it is all quite beautiful. You will see soon enough. Naturally you will rest during the day. You will have the company of your kind. There are some there and others aboard. I think you might know one or two.”

  He told me what to expect upon landing. “You will be taken off personally by me.”

  I think he expected me to thank him for the honor. I did not. He smiled and carried on. “I know Ramet the Egyptian is your friend. He cannot be used as a eunuch at the palace however because of your friendship. Who would trust him?”

  He touched my hair. “How like fire your hair is. Like flame itself! Yes, the Sultan will share my opinion of you, I am certain, Cherie.”

  I could not help but pull away. The chains made a noise as I did.

  Sabba smiled. “In time you will learn there is no reason not to comply. You can have a good existence or meet an unpleasant end. It is up to you.”

  That didn’t sound like a threat to me, in fact, I was heartened by it.

  “We are docking in Casablanca at dusk. I thought that best. It is nearly dawn, best for you to sleep now.”

  He left me to consider all he had said and to sleep. I dreamed of Gascoyne. They were troubling dreams full of menace and fear and I am certain I cried out although no one came.

  I was awakened by Sabba. He was ornately dressed, his clothes were fine—his caftan was made of golden silk, embedded with jewels I was certain were quite priceless. Now, he was pleasant in an overdone, unctuous way.

  I saw the kindly young sailor as I was led off. He looked as grim as I felt. As for Ramet and the other vampires, I did not see them. Only Sabba’s guards accompanied us and his servants ensuring we would come to no harm on my account.

  His carriage was waiting. It was quite an ornate one, pulled by white horses. There were royal seals on the doors. Sabba looked proud as he helped me inside. “You are quite special. No one else of your kind...”

  My ears closed off when he said that as I could no longer stand that phrase, ‘of my kind’.

  He was speaking pleasantly as we rode along. But then we came in sight of the palace and he had me look. “There it is, Justine. How grand it is. Don’t you agree?”

  I said nothing but I was truly impressed, for I gazed on a spectacular sight. Though night was fast approaching, in the dimness of twilight, I could see the palace was two stories high. Because of the torches I could see palm trees and exotic foliage surrounding it. I had never seen anything like it.

  “Morocco is a beautiful country and Casablanca is its jewel.”

  He tapped the roof of the carriage and the carriage turned. I wondered if we were going to enter through a special way. It did seem so for we approached a drawbridge lit with lanterns, very exotic looking and colorful they were. There were guards posted on both sides.

  “Just ahead there is the entrance ... we are privileged to come in this way.”

  He looked at me as though he expected me to be impressed. I merely sighed.

  I realized he was starting to look annoyed by my less than caring reactions. Best mind how I behaved I thought. As we passed under the intricately carved archway, I saw a great courtyard. It was as he described. Only it was more magnificent than I could have ever imagined.

  We exited the carriage. Now, truly I could see the magnificence of the place. There were great fountains, and glimmering pools. And within the pools were lotuses and lilies. I had no idea what they were until I was told.

  “Look there,” he said pointing toward the upper tier. I saw veiled women watching us.

  “Already they are jealous.” He got a great kick out of it. “Yes, they are, see how they whisper.”

  They did look to be so engaged. I thought. But they have no reason to be jealous!

  “You will come to no harm by their hand. That I promise.” He looked very serious when he said that. “There are guards. And I shall permit your friend Ramet to see you whenever you like.”

  I was grateful but then he touched my hair again.

  “When shall I see the sultan?” I asked. I thought I’d best say something—I didn’t want things worse for me than they already were.

  He looked pleased. “You will see him tomorrow night. Tonight you shall rest in your quarters.” I wondered if I would be left alone but then he added, “I will visit you if you like. You see, Cherie—the sultan will have you from tomorrow on. I serve him. But tonight would be my last to see you...”

  I said I was tired but even as I said it, I was gauging his reaction. He looked so eager I decided to say he could see me. I felt he was best a friend than an enemy at least for now.

  CHAPTER 26

  I hadn’t seen such opulence since before the Revolution. Memories of my living life were distant. Although when I looked at the richness of the place, I felt overwhelmed. Servants bowed before Sabba but regarded me warily. Some looked repulsed by my presence while others vanished quickly, not caring if Sabba noticed.

  “You see, it is as I told you. They are offended.”

  My main concern was I wished to see Ramet. And so I asked. Sabba told me not to worry. He said the others would be arriving shortly. “The wenches will join you. And Ramet will be permitted to see you as well. I will be present however.”

  We would not be able to speak freely, but so what—at least I’d see my friend.

  Sabba led me down the luxurious halls, one more beautiful than another. I had the feeling constantly of being watched. Yet I saw no one.

  At last we came to the harem. The concubines and wives were at one end and the wenches at another. I saw there were guards posted that separated the two sides of the vast hall.

  “Don’t think that you can kill anyone at will for any reason. The judgment will be harsh and the punishment swift.”

  I had no doubt. “Come,” he motioned me toward two great golden doors. His servants rushed to open them. A lush room was revealed. There were murals on the walls. Beautifully done—I thought. Still when I looked closely, I saw couples were fornicating. And when I studied it further still, I realized they were vampires feeding on one another.

  Sabba nodded. “We get up to all sorts of things here. As you will too.” He was studying me. “You will have time. I shall be your teacher... it will be easier with me for I do have feelings for you.” I half believed he did. His voice was as gentle as his eyes. “Come,” he said. “There are those you have yet to meet. Sisters, if you like.”

  He led me inside where I found several beautiful vampire wenches. They languished on great plump, satin cushions. One or two sang—some danced. They were all half naked.

  I saw two who were lovers. They were feeding on one another. As we entered, they smiled. One got up to welcome me. “You are beautiful,” she said, “I am Faisana. That is Mira. You will find us pleasing.”

  They both laughed as Sabba did too. “They are the pleasure twins. I call them that though they are not twins. They are most popular at our great banquets. You will see.”

  Soon, I was shown where I would sleep. It was one of a number of luxurious looking beds—with veils that had to be parted.

  The wenches from the show were brought in. They looked frightened. But the twins spoke reassuringly to them even as they fondled and kissed them.

  Ramet was led in as well. He looked emotional when he saw me. We rushed toward one another and surprisingly, we were permitted to embrace. We both knew at any time, we could have been bled
to be weakened or worse.

  He asked me how I fared. When I answered, my emotion overtook me and I wept.

  His eyes filled with tears. “I am to serve the palace. I will work alongside other Eunuchs. They know I will do their bidding...” He paused waiting to see if I understood the inference. I did. He would not be a threat because of me. I was guaranteed that. We both realized if he killed or drained anyone I would be destroyed. I told him I understood. He left then, escorted out by Sabba’s servants.

  Sabba looked pleased. “He is a nice fellow... genuinely, I like him. I admire loyalty in anyone.” He turned as one of the vampires let out a cry. Both her breasts were bloody. The twins had feasted a little too much. “I will punish you both if you act so! Do not do it again.”

  They threw themselves down in supplication, weeping and pleading for forgiveness as they did. Sabba said nothing. He merely led me and the two new wenches past them. “I will take you to feed.” Then he said, smiling at me, “I will take you to bed.”

  The food store was not as I expected. We were led to a small banqueting hall with fountains and flowers, it was quite beautiful. The feeding started after the court musicians arrived. They began to play the most exotic sounding music I had ever heard.

  We were seated on cushions. Men and women were brought in for us to feed on. They were rather tall and well built. They were all naked. They were sensible too, smiling and quite happy to be drained. I wondered if we were to drain them completely. Sabba saw my hesitant expression.

  “They are in the cult of the blood goddess and give their blood and their lives freely. Drink from them as you would from a fountain. There is an unending stream of their kind. You will never thirst here.”

  I supped on both males and females. I was gentle at first, but as I fed and saw their lives, I grew almost feverish with desire. For I found I could not stop nor ease up on my feeding.

  Sabba told me I drained two women and one man. “You will rest now,” he said. “Later you will feed on me as we make love.”