Exhibitions of Flesh

by Jillian Rose

  “Oh, my naïve summer child. It will be such a pleasure showing you around. But first, I need to work off some of this meal. I decided to indulge myself and masticate some gluteal tissue along with my usual four pints a day. I must say, the ass is the most succulent part, next to the testicles that is.” She said, winking at the detective before wheeling him out of the small room he was in. He was wheeled down a hallway lit in some sort of strange purple light, and in that violet tint he saw the rows upon rows of bags hanging from the ceiling, with squirming, twitching human shapes inside them. Small clear tubes protruded from the bottoms of these bags, fluid that glowed under the light as it pass through the tubes and disappeared into holes recessed into the floors.

  “You see, there’s several of us in important positions in the world who can’t afford the scandal of being caught while feeding. So, it’s my job to bottle it at the source and sell it to them like a fine scotch. The dominatrix thing, I guess you could say that’s a side hustle. You see, you can get high if you suck the blood of someone in the middle of an endorphin rush. And the fact some of you cattle like to be treated just as such is always fun for me. You get your rocks off, I get a rush more potent than heroin when I tap into you. Everybody wins… Well, sort of.” She said, wheeling him past the hangers and into a room that put every other dominatrix dojo Henderson had frequented to shame.

  Several metal apparatuses hung from the girders, with ropes in intricate knot systems dangling from those. A large bed with rubber sheets was the focal point of the room. Crimson wheeled Henderson over to the bed, and left him there while she closed and locked the thick metal door behind her. When she came back, she sat in his lap, put her arms around him.

  “Now listen, I want to make this fun for both of us before I have to put you down, okay?” She asked. Henderson tried to headbutt her, but she was too quick, her speed like a cobra. She giggled. “That’s the spirit! I love it when you men are feisty. So I’m going to untie you, and as soon as I do I want you to go crazy. Surprise me if you can, even though none of you never do. Cunning is not an attribute I’d assign to your species.” She said, bending over, her large breasts inches away from his face as she cut the ropes loose with hands who’s nails had grown long and claw-like in a span of seconds.

  Henderson only stared stupidly down at his arms for a minute, before his brain caught up with his body and he immediately threw a right hook into the woman’s stomach as she leaned over him. It was like punching a brick wall covered in flesh. She laughed, and shoved his chair back hard enough for it to physically leave the ground with him in it, slamming him against the back wall. He was stunned for a minute, collapsed against the wall, and heard the click of her heels as she walked over to him. She kneeled down beside him, talking like a baby.

  “Awe, is that all the big stwong man has? Is that—” She began before he sprang from the wall, clawing out with one hand and punching with the other. She moved back but not fast enough, his hand ensnaring in her corset and ripping it away, the big, but high and tight breasts bounced in a way that nearly hypnotized him as her milky upper body was revealed. She grinned viciously as her breasts popped free. “Yes! That’s it. Come at me, big boy.” She taunted. Laird did, charging her, meaning to tackle her to the ground, but she turned at the last minute and used his own momentum to throw him onto the bed, ripping his shirt off in the process.

  Before he could even turn over he felt claws raking down the backs of his legs, cutting through the pants and nicking his legs as she tore his pants to ribbons. He cried out, and kicked out with his legs. She had an iron grip on them however, and threw him over onto his back, and pulled him down towards her. He tried to swing at her with his fists, but she grabbed them easily and pinned his arms to the bed. He tried to struggle, but the feeling of her cool skin pressed against his, the comforting swell of her breasts pressed against his bare chest, his tired exhausted body, all of it was too much. He was starting to come to grips with the situation, as absurd as it was. This woman was stronger than a shermhead body builder on a three day PCP binge.

  Laird decided he’d go along with her game. If what she said was true then this would be his last lay ever. He may as well enjoy it. With him pinned down, she once again brought her long tongue out, tracing his lips with it. He was too tired to resist

  “That’s it. Good boy.” She hissed, and proceeded to nip his skin with her teeth, working her way down to his stomach. She let go of his hands, and for a split second thought about once again trying to make a move. But the allure of orgasm and shame stopped him from retaliating. He instead plunged them into her luscious hair, eliciting a giggle from her as he pulled at the roots. She bit into his waist band, tearing it to shreds in a minute with her jaws, and pulled the tatters away. “Oh…My…Goodness. Look at this.” She said, handling the already half flaccid cock with awe. “You are most certainly one of the more well endowed lambs I’ve sent to slaughter.” She said, and he gasped as she took his whole cock in her mouth.

  Very gently, she took him in, the tips of her teeth just barely grazing the skin of his member as it rapidly engorged. Laird let out a quivering moan, exhilarated and terrified at the same time. He’d never been with a woman who could swallow all eight inches of him, but this freak of a woman was taking him in with ease, her lips touching his base and going all the way to the tip in one smooth motion. She did this until he was hard enough to cut diamonds, and then she raised her head up, giving him a mischievous look.

  In a flash she was back on him, this time climbing up him and shoving her crotch in his face.

  “Eat it, you little lamb. Eat it.” She said, pressing her pussy down against his face. Her crotch was smooth and hairless, the lips of her sex plump and wet, and very hot against his face despite the cold temperature of the rest of her body. He felt the talons sink into his skull as she gripped his head like he had just done with her, and with a wincing cry he shoved his tongue out. He gripped her thighs hard enough to sink his own stubby finger nails into the flesh, but she didn’t mind, and he found the abnormally large clit poking out from those lips. He took it between his teeth, biting hard and licking harder, treating the clitoral organ like a tough piece of jerky that wouldn’t come apart.

  He thought this would inflict some kind of debilitating pain on the beast of a woman, but the screams that came forth from her mouth were those of ecstasy, not agony.

  “Yes! That’s it. Eat it. Fucking eat it.” She screamed. He did, using his front teeth to bite and pull at the tough piece of flesh. He expected blood to trickle into his mouth at any moment, but her hide was tougher than normal human skin. Instead he got a mouthful of foul bitter ejaculate as she came, he could feel her lips quivering against his chin and the organ swell even bigger in his mouth until it was almost the size of a micro-penis.

  In a sudden fit of lust driven rage, he threw her off his face and down onto the bed. He got on his knees and roughly yanked her by the fishnet clad legs to him, his huge throbbing cock jutting out from between his legs, ready to spear anything in sight. He was nearly mad with horny rage filled lust, a feeling he’d never experienced before. He felt like a wild animal that had just been given a shot of testosterone.

  “That’s it, think your in control my precious lamb.” She said. She locked her strong legs around him like a vice, felt his cock press against her almost scalding hot sex, and with a rough flex of her legs she shoved him in. They both had to gasp momentarily, he from the incredibly tight silken glove of fire he’d just slipped into, she from the utter size and girth of this man, of this mere lamb. She’d only ever experienced someone of this size with her kind, the vampire men naturally more well endowed than the human men for biological reasons.

  He began to thrust, every inch of wet flesh that slid over him creating an intense tactile sensation that blotted out all logical thought in his mind. He thrusted hard, slamming as deep into her as he could possibly go, and proceeded to wrap his big hands around her slender throat as he did so. His r
opey forearm muscles bulged as he squeezed, throttling her with all his might while the cock slammed in and out. She grinned wildly.

  “Yes. Yes. Harder.” She said through gritted teeth. Sweat coated him as he thrust like a mad man, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating off the black walls while he attempted and failed to crush her wind pipe. He felt himself growing larger, that last big swell before the explosion. She could sense his nearing orgasm, her legs tightening around him. “Give me that useless seed. Let it swim around and die in my cunt as your pathetic sperm is slowly dissolved. Do it. Give it to me.” She hissed.

  “Fuck!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, and gave four more hard thrusts before the first wave rocked him. He felt his cock convulse inside of her, a jet of his seed erupting from him with such force it almost hurt. He reared back and thrusted again, but the vice grip of her thighs kept him pressed ball deep within her as he emptied himself. He could feel himself drip out of her, causing the rubber sheets beneath the to grow wet. He tried to release from her, but she only clamped her legs tighter around him, hard enough to pop bones in his back as she squeezed him like a boa constrictor, milking him cruelly as he continued to pump inside of her.

  With his hands still wrapped tightly around her throat, she brought up her arms and broke his grip as easily as if she were swatting away the hands of some curious child. He felt his wrists snap as she did so, his arms buckling. Laird collapsed on top of her, his sweaty chest pressed against hers, and that’s when she wrapped her arms around him, like a lover in missionary would, except this grip was tight, merciless. He felt her fangs tear into the side of his throat, felt himself spilling out into her mouth, the tongue lapping at the wound the same way he’d just eaten her pussy.

  He twitched and convulsed on top of her as he let loose the last few spurts of his seed inside of her, and with it all his energy and murderous rage were gone. After taking four hearty gulps from his carotid, she threw the naked detective off of her like a goose down pillow, where he bled freely on the rubber sheets. He turned to look at her, saw she was giggling drunkenly, her eyes glazed over as she experienced this blood driven high she told him about.

  “Oh yes… What a feeling.” She said dreamily as she got up, walking shakily over to grab his feet and pull him off the bed. His body thumped to the floor, he tried to get up, but putting pressure on his wrists brought agonizing, blinding pain. His flaccid cock still dribble ejaculate as it flopped uselessly around while she pulled him through the open door, back into the hallway with the hanging bags.

  “Hans! Get the bag ready. We have a fresh one.” Miss Crimson said as she dragged him across the floor. The neon green tubes flitted past his vision as he was dragged, until he came to a stop next to an empty one that sat on the ground. One of the men he recognized from the parking lot was there, dressed in all black, crew cut blonde hair emblazoned a strange gold in the light. He grinned at him, revealing eye teeth fangs that paled in comparison to the woman’s.

  “You fucking bitch.” He managed to mutter as the man began to open the bag, hooking up the blood tube at the bottom. The naked vampire hunched over him, looking him in the eyes. He was already delirious from the orgasm and blood loss, but looking directly into those eyes paralyzed him as if his spinal chord had been severed.

  “You poor thing. You should of just left well enough alone detective. Let sleeping dogs lie I believe is an expression from your species. But, alas, you sought out Miss Crimson, and you got what you were looking for. You didn’t even have to pay a single red cent. I’d count myself lucky if I were you.” She said, taking another bite out of the other side of his neck to increase the blood flow before the two vampires shoved him into the body bag, his screams and protests soon muffled.

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