Bloody Sexy Anthology

by Carmilla Voiez

  With a gasp, the two of them became one, enjoying the feel and sound of each other's bodies. This was the furthest Jerry had let any girl get with him before his final sign of affection. For now, he was enjoying watching Judith writhe and moan on top of him, as her body squeezed his organ, knowing her blood was raging through her body.

  As she moved faster, his eyes snapped shut, knowing he was near, enjoying the hot, wet mouth of her vagina as it wrapped round him tight.

  Then Jerry was filled with unexpected horror and a piercing pain in his chest. He watched Judith's hand inside his chest cavity, as blood erupted around it. Her hand was searching for something, he could feel her fingers searching. Suddenly, she wrenched her hand out from the gaping hole, her reddened hand holding his heart.

  With gasping breath, Jerry watched as the still pumping heart pushed out the last few drops of blood, most of it splattering onto her white lingerie. It was perverse almost, that he felt more fluid leaving him and entering her as his hot stream cascaded from the purple head, just as he died.

  Showing no revulsion or pity, making sure her slick hands had a tight grip on the heart, she climbed off the dead Jerry, his organ shriveled from lack of blood, and picked up her handbag.

  In its substantial belly, the bag held a chilled canister ready to accept Jerry's heart.

  Once certain the heart was secure, Judith rushed to the en-suite bathroom to wash the blood off her hands and face. Not caring about her lingerie, she stripped it all off, and removed the blood from her naked body, and covered it in her red dress then left the room with her bag.

  She had done this enough. She was able to leave the hotel with no one stopping her. When they found Jerry, there would be no DNA or fingerprints, she had none.

  Besides, authorities would be happy that they had captured the Count, a serial killer who seduced women, only to cut them and drink their blood.

  It was perfect.

  ****

  Leaving the luxurious hotels and apartments behind her, Judith made her way into the dark, grimy confines of an industrial estate. As she walked, she stood out, not belonging in her glorious red dress, but the grimy and disheveled homeless thought nothing of her.

  They had seen her many times.

  Judith walked to an old disused warehouse, with a large gaping hole in the wall for her to crawl through. The warehouse itself was empty, a hollow shell. But it wasn't the main warehouse she wanted. She focused on a door heading down into the basement.

  The basement, like Judith, did not seem to belong. It was as luxurious as the hotel room she had just come from. Silken draperies, soft cushions, ornate furniture.

  She went into what could pass for a kitchen, with table, fridge, sink, cupboards and a blender. From the fridge, amongst a nightmarish collection of them, Judith pulled out a heart and threw it into the blood-stained blender, turning it into a vile drink she placed into a glass. As if drinking a simple fruit shake, Judith walked on.

  In one room, her bedroom, with a large white four poster bed and grand wardrobe and dressers, Judith peeled off her dress. Throwing it aside, for it was useless now, she went over to a wardrobe, and pulled out a simple white robe, almost like a dressing gown, save for strange symbols embroidered into the fabric. This she draped over her nakedness, clinging to her full breasts, her nipples erect as the fabric brushed over them, and wrapped over her wide hips.

  From her handbag, Judith pulled out the chilled container and walked through a door in the far corner of her bedroom. Through the door was a room that, if it weren't so grimy, one would think it was some kind of hospital room complete with operating equipment, bed, lights and other tools.

  And a symbol painted into the floor in blood. A pentagram, with various symbols painted into the ring around it. She walked over to the ring, from the centre of which she could see outside through a small window. She had a clear view of the night sky, particularly the glowing shape of Venus.

  Lighting some candles on the ring, Judith walked back to her operating section, where something lay on top of the bed, draped over with a sheet. Pulling the sheet away, she revealed a body, a beautiful woman, just like Judith, but devoid of any hair. Naked, but far from flawless, covered as it was with stitched up lacerations. Lacerations that showed the body had been sliced up and sewn back together.

  Looking at the body with loving eyes, Judith traced her fingers along a row of stitches. She followed them from a lifeless foot, up a slender leg to an important stitch at the hip. Following the length of the stitching, she came across the hairless pubic triangle. She lingered there, at the stitches, perhaps hoping for some reaction, before moving further up the body, to looser stitches between large, luxurious breasts.

  Time to get started.

  Undoing the stitches, Judith opened the chest cavity, not worrying about blood spoiling her robe. She pulled out the soft, slippery, heart from the chilled container. Being careful not to drop the slippery heart, her hand slick from the residual blood, she placed the lifeless organ into the lifeless body. Ensuring that all vessels lined up, Judith stitched the heart in place. Satisfied with her work, she pulled the ribcage closed and used staples to hold it, then stitched the flesh back together.

  She used a towel to wipe the blood from her hands, and walked over to the pentagram. Kneeling down, she closed her eyes, focused on the glowing orb of Venus, and started chanting. She used an ancient language, long forgotten from the world; it came from a time before the pyramids. A time of ancient magic where Judith and the dismembered corpse were two of four queens. She was the Queen of Hearts, and the other was the Queen of Spades.

  Thousands of years ago, the four queens were priestesses of an ancient group who worshiped Qedesh, the ancient Goddess of life, love and sexuality, thousands of years before the Egyptians used her. The priestesses each wore robes that enhanced her body and left her breasts to hang free, showing just a glimpse of her hairless sex. When they were of age, the priests took away their virginity, and the girls became holy prostitutes.

  The four girls, who would become the four queens, did not want this and they called to the planet Venus, the physical representation of all fertility Goddesses, asking for another life.

  Qedesh, or something claiming to be her, came to the girls in the form of a beautiful woman. She led the girls to a clearing high on a hill, undertaking a great orgy in her name. She told them to lay on the sandy floor, their legs parted. Then, one by one, she took them. She kissed them on their lips, lingering on their necks long enough to erupt the flesh in goose bumps, before suckling on the breasts. As she did so, one hand traced the inner thighs, leaving the flesh just inches away from their flushed, pleading sexes, making their fluids flow and moisten the ground beneath them.

  Just before the four, one at a time, couldn’t handle it any further, she would leave the breasts, soaked in her saliva, and trace down their quivering bellies, and to their soaked, flushed lower mouths, bringing all to orgasm.

  Sometimes, she would abandon her flesh and be a spirit, taking them all at the same time, their cries of pleasure and desire working together.

  By doing so, she promised to change their lives forever.

  At times, showing her godly power, Qedesh grew herself a male organ, taking the girls many times.

  Every night, for the next eight years, the girls gathered on the hill, where their dark mistress awaited them, and she told them to always watch the planet of Venus as a pentagram was traced.

  When the eight years was over, during which time the girls grew into vibrantly beautiful women, trained in seduction, Qedesh explained that the girls were now immortal, but they needed sustenance to remain powerful. Each had a specific requirement, which in turn gave them their names.

  The Queen of Hearts demanded ritual sacrifices of hearts, which she had to feed on every night. The Queen of Spades demanded burials, specifically humans buried alive where she fed on the fear and slow death. The Queen of Diamonds demanded a materialistic sacrifice, riches. Fin
ally, the Queen of Clubs demanded violence and battle.

  For centuries, the four queens wandered the lands, demanding sacrifices. Every eight years, when Venus was at the highest point, the four queens gathered together to indulge in each other. Hands, mouths, objects they gathered over the years, were all used to fill the four queens with pleasure and ecstasy, forcing their naked bodies to writhe in pleasure.

  However, in time, these reunions dwindled.

  The Queen of Clubs remained in the world, becoming an isolated beast, ravaging on the pleasures of hunting and killing. The Queen of Diamonds traveled to the diamond mines of Africa and became lost in them, using the cold stones for her own pleasure. In time, from consorting with the stones, she became one with them.

  For a time, only the Queens of Hearts and Spades remained as lovers, joining together more and more frequently.

  But this too ended.

  A group of the Queen of Spades' followers turned against her. Overpowering her, the followers hacked her to pieces, and scattered her remains throughout the world at various burial grounds.

  Enraged, the Queen of Hearts slaughtered the followers, taking their hearts.

  Over the next few centuries, Judith hunted for the remains of her lover, stitching them together when Venus was at its highest point, every eight years. When their power, and the power of Qedesh, was at its highest.

  It was a long and laborious process. Many parts were hacked so small they took centuries to find. However, a few centuries ago, she had completed the puzzle that was her lover's body, her fingers moving delicately over the once beautiful flesh. All except for one part. No matter where she went, she could not find the Queen of Spades' heart.

  Dismayed, Judith hunted humans and every eight years, as well as gathering hearts for her nourishment, she chose a heart to attach to the body of her lover. However, each time was a failure. The body was never revived.

  Using the guidance of science, she learned where she was going wrong. The hearts she chose did not match the blood of the body. As they were supernatural beings blessed with immortality, the heart had to be just right. She needed a heart that pumped the same blood as that of her lover.

  She hoped she had found that in the body of Jerry, her latest victim and now Judith was now praying to Qedesh, hoping for the body to heal and reanimate, to use the new heart to bring new life.

  For three hours, Judith prayed, but nothing happened. Each time she looked, the body remained still and lifeless.

  With tears of disappointment running down her face, Judith got to her feet and headed for her bedroom, throwing herself back onto the bed, feeling nothing but resentment and despair. How could she endure eternity alone?

  She was so deeply wracked with despair that Judith did not notice the shifting of the bed until she felt lips pressing against hers, and two hands wandering along her robe, squeezing her breasts. Opening her eyes, Judith found herself looking at a heavily stitched face, bound together. But those blue eyes were unmistakable.

  The Queen of Spades.

  Without any hesitance, Judith returned the kiss, reaching up to clutch the warm and living shoulders. As their lips continued entwining with each other, Judith felt her robe parting and fingers reaching in, kneading and tweaking her naked breasts. Sighing into the mouth that kissed her, her hands moved down, cupping the breasts that hung above her, her fingers circling the hard nipples.

  One of the hands caressing Judith's naked breasts slowly shifted and followed a long, torturous journey down her quivering belly, circling around the shaking navel for an eternity.

  Gasping with anticipation, Judith's hips gyrated, raising off the bed towards her lover, her legs parting in invitation. She needed it, it had been too long. The bed underneath her was already wet with her arousal.

  The Queen of Spades took the invitation.

  Moving painfully slow, one hand still caressing Judith's breasts, making her moan and gasp, the other hand moved down the rest of the belly, coming across the thigh.

  With slow, delicate strokes of her fingers, the Queen of Spades moved up the tensing inner thigh, stroking the tender flesh, already damp from flowing juices. Soon, the fingers reached their destination. The folds of the labia and the rising mound of her clitoris were hot, flushed and wet already from the anticipation. So much so that Judith near exploded with one touch, gasping for breath.

  With expert fingers, the Queen of Spades worked on the wet, writhing sex. She gave the burning peak of the mound a pinch, before cupping with her whole palm, allowing her fingers to work on the drooling secret mouth, caressing the lips and sliding in.

  Underneath her, Judith writhed and thrashed, squeaking with pleasure. She held the Queen of Spades tighter, their breasts crushing against each other. She had waited so long for this that it was soon over in an eruption of screams.

  Sitting up, her sex throbbing, Judith wanted to return the favor. Getting the Queen of Spades to her knees, Judith moved behind her, kissing the back of her neck and ears. She focused on the stitched scarring, running her lips and tongue along the trails, sending shivers through her lover's body, gasping and moaning with desire. Reaching round to cup the heaving breasts, Judith focused her kisses along the scar running down the length of the spine.

  When fixing the body back together, she had to reattach the spinal column and nerves. Nonetheless, it certainly worked as the Queen of Spades tensed, shivered and moaned under every kiss.

  As she neared the small of the back, her hands let go of the breasts, moving round to the buttocks, kneading the soft mounds of flesh. With one hand and her mouth focusing on the buttocks, her other hand reached between the parted legs, coming across the wet, pleading secret mouth.

  The Queen of Spades began riding Judith’s hand, her buttocks pressing against the forearm, moving so her puckered anus rubbed against the wrist.

  The Queen of Spades shuddered and gasped with ecstasy the moment Judith touched her.

  But Judith didn't stop. She longed to touch her lover again. She pressed hard, her fingers reaching deep inside, never wanting to let her go as she stroked and caressed the Queen of Spades to orgasm.

  Unable to control herself, still working her fingers into the dripping, clenching sex, Judith knelt forward, placing her face between the two round buttocks, and jabbed her erect tongue into the tight hole of the anus.

  The Queen of Spades' moans of pleasure became screams of pain as she threw herself to the bed, shaking and shuddering, unable to stop.

  In horror, Judith watched as something bulged between her lover's breasts. She knew what it was, long before it split the stitches and tore itself out, reverting the Queen of Spades to a corpse again.

  The body rejected the heart.

  Enraged, Judith grabbed the rejected heart and threw it against her wall, leaving a stain of red against the white. She broke down in tears, cradling the lifeless form. What else could she do? That heart was perfect, it was exactly like the Queen of Spades.

  No it wasn't. It just dawned on her.

  The only heart that could ever work in an immortal body was an immortal heart. The others were long gone, there was only one option. It should work, after all she fed on hearts. She had just feasted, there should be enough time.

  Not wasting a single moment, Judith carried the body back to the operating room, and returned to the kitchen, retrieving one of the hearts she had collected for feasting. Keeping it chilled, she stood over the bed and gathered her tools together.

  She braced herself.

  Getting a scalpel, she started cutting flesh. Her flesh. Grinding her teeth, to ignore the pain, she made a long incision down between her breasts, prying the skin and muscle apart with prongs and clamps. Pain raged through her, but she had to do this. It was getting harder, but she had to do it. Blood loss made it hard to see and the slick blood on her hands made it difficult to grab.

  One by one, she cut her ribs, allowing her to part her ribcage. This was going to be hard, her lungs and heart pulsat
ing with every breath. Concentrating, holding her breath, so her lungs were at their smallest, she cut out her heart.

  Trying to focus, she quickly attached her heart into the open cavity of the Queen of Spades. It took longer than usual. She was losing her focus, her strength.

  This had to work.

  If not, they were both dead. Judith could not reattach the new heart into her own body without seeing all the intricate vessels. She could survive with a human heart, providing it was regularly changed, for she fed on hearts. She needed this to work.

  She needed her lover.

  The Queen of Hearts and the Queen of Spades, reunited, through a heart.

  In the Dark

  by Nina Stevens

  Burn me up like a secret sin

  Dark tryst in a wild and hollow place

  Two connecting on a whisper

  And a shadow in the dark

  The vessel for a necessary evil

  I brush his hand

  As I lock your stare

  He doesn’t notice

  That you move into place

  He kisses my neck

  And I watch your mouth move

  Your eyes prowl over my skin

  Lingering where he does not

  Inciting riots between need and want

  I feel your hooks in my flesh

  It should feel wrong and invasive

  But I just want more

  Your pupils dilate

  My pulse rises

  He feels the heat

  But you feed the fire

  I feel his hand on my back

  But your eyes are boring into me

  Your hands twitch in edgy vanity

  You watch as he lays claim to a fool’s prize

  I fall into your dark, twisted pools

  Left clinging to the smoke in your eyes

  Hoping the shadows hide my gaze from him

  Hide my wantonness

  Burn me up like a whispered sin

  Like Mushrooms

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