Necromantic

by Cole Vance

  “What’s the matter, Lydia? I thought you liked this.”

  How did he…?!

  “Lydia?” I gasped. “I don’t...”

  “Don’t assume me stupid, my dear,” he growled just before thrusting again. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know?”

  * * *

  Harold continued to assault me with both his cock and his words. I don’t know which stung more.

  “How could I not know?” he asked. “I told you, no one has ever been able to please me like you could.”

  I fought to keep my voice steady, not wanting him to know how badly he was tearing me apart. “How long?”

  “I’ve suspected for some time now. Tonight just confirmed it, Julie.”

  I immediately realized my error. How could I have been so sloppy? He hadn’t told me her name. How else would I have known it? One stupid little slip up had done me in.

  “It was clever of you, I’ll give you that,” he continued. “Somehow you figured out how to extend your stay. Am I correct in assuming it has to do with the mandrake?”

  I gritted my teeth, both unwilling to answer and not wishing to cry out.

  He answered my silence with a series of thrusts, the bastard. I reached out with my hands and grasped the far edge of the island in an attempt to get away, but it was futile. He had me pinned and knew it.

  When next he spoke, his voice was thick and heavy. My only consolation was that he was so obviously enjoying what he was doing to me that he wouldn’t be able to last long. The only question was: then what?

  “Fine, don’t talk,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. When I’m finished here, I’m throwing out everything and starting fresh.” His hands reached around and grabbed hold of my breasts, squeezing them painfully hard. “Do you hear me?” he growled. “I’m not done with you. Not now, not ever!” I could tell he was close, just by the sound of his voice. “I’m going to keep bringing you back, Lydia, for as long as I please and there is nothing you can do about it.”

  I had to keep him talking. I didn’t think he would kill Julie...at least I hoped not. However, he was certain to keep me restrained until he was sure I was gone this time.

  “You killed me, you motherfucker!”

  Harold stopped his assault for a moment; no doubt, it was as much to draw things out as it was to hear what I had to say. “Finally remembered how you died, did you? Took you long enough.”

  I hadn’t, but there was no need to let him know that. He had just confirmed it, anyway. “I remembered all right...remembered what a limp dick excuse for a man you had become.”

  There came an angry snarl from him, followed by several quick thrusts into me, driving himself in, balls deep. I bit down on my tongue, not wishing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

  “You drove me to it, you bitch! I told you I was working to fix it, but you couldn’t let up. You never did know when to shut the fuck up and just do as you were told. But I showed you, didn’t I? You’ll never belittle me again. You'll never say no to me again. The only thing you’ll do is take it in whatever way I want to give it to you. You exist only to please me, bitch!”

  His breath was coming in ragged gasps now. It was only a matter of seconds before he came. I didn’t know what would happen afterward, but if I didn’t think of something quickly my fate would surely be sealed.

  “You’re pathetic, you know that, Harold? The only way you can get it up is with the help of your moldy old god. What did you have to do, suck Osiris’s dick to get his help?”

  “Do not profane the father,” he panted, increasing his tempo. “I am his servant, his faithful high priest. You are my gift from him, his reward for my diligence. You are mine!”

  His body tensed up and a hot stream of fluid erupted from him, filling my nether regions. I couldn't help but let out a pathetic hiss of pain. It felt like I was on fire back there.

  He was right. There was nothing I could do. Whatever happened next, he would bring me back again and again to debase and humiliate me. I knew that I would never again have the chance to be free. I had squandered my time foolishly.

  Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stopped struggling and accepted my fate.

  He pumped his hips twice more, emptying himself, before bending down to whisper in my ear. “You are bound to me...forever!”

  Wait a second!

  Harold was the priest...bound to me? My mind began to race, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. He had called Osiris the father. The father...but wasn’t he a husband too? Osiris had died, been brought back, but chose death again...choosing to exist amongst the dead, the fallen.

  Oh my God! It all finally made sense. It was still a long shot, but it was better than nothing. If I lost, then I wouldn’t be any worse off than I was now. I had to fight back.

  Harold was still bent over me, chuckling into my ear. I could feel his semi-rigid cock still planted in my ass. “What did you think of that, bitch?” he asked from directly above me.

  I had only one chance.

  “This!” I shouted. Using all of the flexibility of Julie’s lithe body to my advantage, I arched my spine and threw back my head. The top of my skull smashed directly into Harold’s face with a resounding crunch. I heard him cry out, and then the pressure was gone. He was both off of and out of me.

  I quickly turned to find him holding his shattered nose. I was momentarily saddened that I hadn’t gotten a chance to do the same thing to his dick, but pushed those thoughts away. A busted nose was painful, but it wouldn’t stop him. Sadly, as good of shape as this body was in, Harold was still much larger and stronger.

  “You fucking bitch!” he slurred through his hands. “You broke my nose!” He made a grab for me, but I was ready. I nimbly sidestepped and moved to the opposite side of the island, putting it between us. It wasn’t much, but it gave me the breather I desperately needed.

  “I still owe you for my neck,” I growled back.

  Harold lunged over the countertop toward me, quicker than I would have given him credit for. For one terrifying moment, I was in his grasp again. Fortunately, his hands were now slick with blood and I was able to pull free.

  Stepping out of his reach, I took a quick look around, grabbing the nearest object I could find.

  It would do nicely.

  “Have a drink, asshole!” I cried, swinging the glass pitcher at him. My aim was true and it shattered against the side of his head. The supernatural green concoction flew everywhere, but the impact had the desired effect. Harold’s eyes rolled back in his head and he went down like a ton of bricks.

  * * *

  Adrenalin continued to pump through my veins and my heart was going a mile a minute. All the while, I could feel Harold’s vile seed slowly leaking out of me. The entire scene was surreal. The more I took it in, the more I felt like I was about to go into hysterics.

  No!

  I brought up a hand and gave myself a sharp smack across the face, needing to keep my focus. If I lost it for even a moment and Harold woke up...well I didn’t want to think what he might do to poor Julie, much less me.

  There was also my remaining time to think about. I had maybe two hours left. That wasn’t a lot, but hopefully, it would be enough. It had to be.

  Either way, I was only going to get one shot at this.

  * * *

  Thankfully, Harold still had the handcuffs he had used on Julie during her first visit. They were easy enough to find. He kept all of his toys in one of the bedroom dressers. I didn’t immediately see the keys, but that was okay. I didn’t have any need for them at the moment.

  He was still out by the time I got him secured. That I had not-so-gently bumped his head a few times while dragging him to where I wanted him probably helped a little in that regards. Oddly enough, I didn't feel bad about it at all.

  That deed done, I just needed a few minutes to think. I was sure I had the first part of the riddle figured out. Likewise, I thought I knew what I had to do for that fina
l passage. It was gruesome, but perhaps no less so than what Harold had done to me...or would have continued doing. The brutal savagery he had shown just a short while ago confirmed that he was little more than an animal. With his magical skills, though, he was considerably more dangerous...and I think we all know what happens to animals that are considered a threat.

  Unfortunately, the middle part of the riddle was still bothering me. Harold was the priest; that part I knew. The flesh of the priest bound to the fallen. Something about it was sparking a memory, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

  Bound...bound...what would bind a...

  That’s when it hit me. The Aztec hoe, that metallic shard around the neck of my corpse. It was what connected my soul to my body. It acted as a tether. Could I remove it and put it on Harold? Somehow, that didn’t sound right. Also, doing so might sever my connection. If that happened, all would be lost.

  Then I remembered it...the receipt. Harold had spent ten grand on the damn thing and not just on one. He had bought three of them. If I could just find them in time...

  * * *

  “Harold...Harold, dear, it’s wakey wakey time.”

  “Uhhh,” came the semi-conscious reply.

  That was a good enough answer for me. What I had in mind would definitely wake him up the rest of the way.

  I’d gotten lucky. I had first torn apart the kitchen and then his office without finding what I was after, eating up nearly an hour of time. Finally, I had caught a break. Stuffed in one of the storage boxes just outside of the basement back room - not too far from where I had stored my own purchased supplies - were excess spell and altar components. Amongst them were the missing hoes. I grabbed one. It was all I needed for now. The other...well if things worked out, I had plans for it.

  Having retrieved that which I hopefully needed, I quickly fashioned a crude necklace for it out of twine and placed it upon Harold’s neck. Then, seeing that I still had a little extra time, I decided to retrieve the special toy I’d purchased on a whim some months back. It was stupid of me to waste the time, but damn if it didn’t seem like the perfect karmic justice.

  Harold woke up, just as I finished strapping it on to myself.

  “What...where?” he asked, right before realizing he couldn't move. I’d handcuffed him in a kneeling position, bent over his very own altar.

  “Welcome back, Harold...for now at least,” I tittered, picking up the cup I had brought down with me from the kitchen. I leisurely strolled around to his front. His eyes focused and grew wide as he saw what I was wearing.

  “Do you like this? It reminded me of you.” I gestured down at the eight inches of curved studded plastic sticking out from my waist. "I've gotten so much use out of yours, I just felt that I had to repay the favor."

  He opened his mouth, but before he could scream, I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. I poured the contents of the cup down his throat, covering his mouth with my hand until he swallowed.

  “That’s better,” I said, stepping around to his back side. “I managed to save just enough of your...what did you call it...energy drink for you. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed this...I know I’m going to.”

  I positioned myself behind him, but not before picking up the one other object I had brought downstairs. The metal of the knife blade glinted in the light of the lone bulb illuminating the room as I thrust my hips forward.

  “For you, Isis, mother and wife...she who could bring back the dead!”

  Epilogue

  I lifted my lips from the now rigid shaft of my guest. He let out a moan in response, liking what I had done, but I could also hear a bit of confusion buried in it. That was okay. It was to be expected. I slid over so that our faces were level with each other. Moving my shapely legs, I straddled him and sat down, feeling his warm flesh enter me.

  It was different than I remembered. I felt tighter than before, but I guess that was to be expected as well. It was different because things were different now...I was different. Albeit, I wasn’t so much changed that I didn’t enjoy the feeling as I began to rock my hips against his. I heard his intake of breath. He obviously didn’t object to that either.

  I leaned against his chest, feeling his tight pectoral muscles tense as I flicked my tongue out and suckled his nipples. He tasted delicious. I had chosen well. However, this wasn’t just for his benefit alone. I reached down with my hand and let my fingers explore as I rode him.

  I felt my senses expand. There was the feel of him against me...inside of me, the deft touch of my own fingers caressing, but there was so much more. The air against my bare skin made me tingle, just cool enough to make my own nipples harden. Scents likewise filled me: the house around us, the sweat of our skin co-mingling, the musky odor of our pheromones reacting as we both began to approach climax.

  I leaned toward him, liking the way our bodies felt pressed against each other. I nuzzled his neck with my lips, lightly nipping with my teeth until I could tell his breathing had become labored.

  “That’s right,” I whispered, my own orgasm quickly building. “Give your gift to me.”

  I bucked my hips and tightened my grip on him, feeling a slight quiver from his body. It always amazed me how the signs were always slightly different depending on the man. Finally, there was a sharp intake of breath from him and I felt him cum. The rush of his seed filling me tipped me over the edge. The darkness around us was suddenly filled with a torrent of colors as I was shaken from head to toe.

  It hadn’t been the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was perhaps the sweetest for I knew what it meant. Even now, though I was sure it was just my imagination, I felt different - somehow fulfilled.

  Still sitting atop him, I reached over and turned on the light. The young twenty-something male beneath me blinked in surprise. He tried to sit up, to move his arms, but they were bound fast to the bed. Once more, the handcuffs had proven useful to me.

  His eyes focused on me. He looked me up and down, confused at first, taking a little extra time on my shapely body before settling on my face. It took a moment, but recognition finally dawned.

  “Lydia?”

  “Welcome back, Harold,” I replied with a smile.

  “You look...”

  “I know,” I said, basking in the compliment. “It’s like I had ten years shaved off. Not a bad deal considering the time I lost. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it was my reward for the sacrifice.”

  “Sacrifice?”

  “Oh, that’s right. You don’t remember, do you?” I replied, putting a mock pout in my tone.

  “Remember what?”

  “Dying, of course, silly.”

  His eyes went wide. I had no doubt he was remembering the events leading up to it. I wasn’t sure how close to it he would get - recalling my own fuzziness surrounding death - but I really hoped he remembered the little skewering I gave his rear end right before cutting his carotid artery.

  “Let me tell you, you made quite the mess. I was mopping up for days.”

  “What did you...,” he began to struggle against his bonds, a futile effort. I’d since replaced the bed frame with a somewhat sturdier one, just to be safe. I had no intention of taking any chances.

  “It was pretty trippy, I’ll tell you that much. The second I poured your blood onto my body, I was sucked out of Julie and back into it. That was jarring, let me tell you. Fortunately, the regeneration was almost instantaneous. As I said, I think Isis was pleased." I ran my hands over my youthful body to accentuate the fact before continuing.

  "Speaking of Julie, don’t worry about her...not that I think you would. The shock of me being pulled out of her body caused her to faint. Thankfully, I managed to drag her upstairs and clean her up a bit before she came to. I played the angry wife card when she finally woke up. You should have seen the look on her face. She was a sweetheart, but it really was time for her to leave. I felt kind of bad doing it, but as I said…”

  “You felt...”

  “Don’t get
me wrong. I didn't feel bad about you, Harold. I still don't. Sorry, but you deserved it. Ironically, though, I guess I do kind of owe you my thanks. You’re the one who made it possible, after all.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes you. I was all ready to give up and accept my fate when you had to go running off at the mouth about my being bound to you. The second you said that it all clicked in my head.”

  “What did?”

  “Gibbons’s work, dear. You were wrong to dismiss him, by the way. He actually did have it all figured out.” His borrowed eyes opened wide at that. “Oh, I was a lot busier than just swapping out herbs, Harold, although you’ve probably figured that out by now. Thank you for leaving such thorough notes, by the way.”

  “Fuck you!”

  “I think we’ve already covered that part nicely. But back to my point, Gibbons’s findings weren’t a riddle after all. They were instructions, albeit obtuse ones. After your little rant, though, they made perfect sense. You had been praying to Osiris when all along Isis was the key. She was really the one with the power to bring back the dead. It turns out all she needed to seal the deal was an offering of someone bound to the spirit in question. I’m not entirely sure, but I think in ancient times this was maybe meant to be a form of self-sacrifice, giving one’s life so a loved one could return. Personally I think that fits nicely with her role as both a loving wife and mother, don’t you?”

  Harold opened his mouth to say something, but I continued speaking over him. “Fortunately, it so happens that an involuntary subject works just as well, too. Luckily for me, the person binding my soul happened to conveniently be deserving of their fate.”

  “You won’t get away with it, you crazy bitch.”