Chapter Three #2
Betrys came to attention, and Iseult saw her fall into step behind, the perfect slave as usual. Her mind slid to the male. Such an exquisite taste to his life force. His semen too, although she’d yet to taste that today.
A frail creature.
A pity this final meeting would kill him.
Leo came awake with a hard jolt, his panicked cry echoing in the creepy white room. He tried to shift his arms, failed. God, the crazy bitch had paralyzed him.
A piercing squeak close to his ear had him starting. He turned his head to come face-to-face with one of the minions. Its hairy hand crawled across his chest in a loverlike caress.
Leo yelled, tried to squirm away, but his arms and legs were bound. The black hand moved to the spot where Iseult had bitten him. The hairy fingers prodded gently, and Leo relaxed a fraction. Then the creature lowered its head and lapped its black tongue over the wound.
He let out a panicked croak, tried to jerk away, but the minion had him in a tight embrace.
The mouth suckled once, just once, before the Spiderus male lifted his head.
He shifted aside, and Leo relaxed until another moved into position beside the bed.
Fuck, they were each taking one sip of his blood.
Leo grabbed for his memory capsule. Playing at the beach. The hot sun shining on his hair and skin. The surf crashing to shore. Eating ice cream to cool down on a summer’s day. The sexy dream he’d experienced with the mousy Betrys as his lover.
The suction at his neck annihilated the flimsy walls created by his memories. God, they were feeding. They were feeding on his neck like vampires. One hard suck, then they gave way for the next minion.
Finally, finally the line ended, and he was left alone in the white room. He swallowed, his pulse racing because he knew Iseult would return.
His mind drifted. He tried to revisit his memories, but all he could think of was Iseult. Instead of happy memories, fear stalked his mind. He trembled, beads of nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Then he heard the click, click, click of Iseult’s shoes coming closer and closer.
The footsteps grew louder, approached the bed.
“Open your eyes, pretty Leo.” Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but Leo wasn’t fooled. If he disobeyed, he’d suffer more pain than he could imagine.
Leo followed instructions, but instead of meeting her gaze, he stared at the white over her shoulder. Endless white. It was like sinking into infinity. God, give him color, even if it was his own blood.
She huffed, but laced the sound with humor. He amused her—at the moment.
“Silly, pretty boy. Admire spirit. Enjoy yours.” She shook her head. “I always get my way.”
She unbuttoned her white leather jacket to reveal a tiny white camisole thing below.
His gaze returned to the whiteness while his insides quivered in apprehension.
While the males had hairy black skin, Iseult’s was smooth and creamy white.
He heard her peel from the matching trousers with ease.
Leo had never known anyone who did that.
Leather was a prick of a fabric to wear and get out of later.
She made the process appear elegant and sensual and somehow, she managed to keep on her shoes.
Leo continued to stare into the white, attempting to distract himself because now she intended to touch him intimately.
She’d take his cock into her mouth and suck hard.
It would feel good at first but soon her pointy black tongue would lick one time too many.
He’d become ultra-sensitive and crazed with the pain.
Enough to put a man off sex. It had put him off, and apart from taking the mousy Betrys in his dream, he hadn’t had a normal woman since his first meeting with Iseult.
Three long months, and once he left this room, he wouldn’t want another woman for a long stretch.
He caught a flash of color, of emerald green and cobalt blue. Intrigued, his gaze tracked the brilliance.
Distraction.
Holy fuck.
The color came from Iseult. Her body. Instead of creamy skin, her torso was vibrant. Bemused, he stared until her sultry chuckle jerked him from his stupor, reminded him he was restrained and at the mercy of an alien spider woman.
Leo shifted his weight, tried to relieve the tenseness of his limbs, the ache of his backside pressing against the unforgiving surface of the bed.
God, his dick was so hard. Pre-cum beaded his slit.
Had to be something she’d injected into him with her bite.
Didn’t get this much of a hard-on any other time…
“I pretty, Leo?” Her arched brows indicated a question.
“Yes,” he croaked, even though peculiar and fuck-ass weird fitted the situation better.
“You please me, pretty. A pity…” She gave a delicate shrug of her toned shoulders and crawled onto the bottom of the bed. Her smooth fingers ran across his foot, her touch swirling his anxiety higher. His breath caught as her perfume—musky like sandalwood—filled his air space.
She lowered her mouth and traced her pointed tongue over his big toe, bit with sharp teeth. Licked away the blood.
No. No. No!
Leo felt his pulse rate jump and fought his urge to shroud his sight.
Her fingers followed along one calf, she bit there too.
With each nip, it were as if an army of fire ants marched over his flesh.
His heart pumped faster and faster. Tears formed and rolled down his cheeks.
At least she’d put that damn flogger away somewhere, hadn’t brought it to her mating bed.
She took a bite out of his inner thigh and glanced up to study his cock. His breath caught. Another tear trickled onto his neck. She saw it, smiled and reached for it with her finger, tsking at his flinch.
Her smile widened to reveal her pointed teeth, the stark whiteness of them against her black tongue. She licked the droplet off her fingertip and studied him, a wrinkle of thought on her pale brow.
“What is the magical ingredient? I’ve never felt so well.
” She seemed to lose interest in his tears and lowered her head to delicately trace one nipple with her tongue.
’Round and ’round, then a brief foray across the hard disc.
She rubbed along his leg, leaving a trail of slimy arousal.
Every part of his leg where it spread started to ache in concert with the areas she’d bitten, yet still his cock saluted with interest.
She bit into his pectoral muscle without warning, and he grunted, jerked against his ties.
Then she turned, presenting her back. Dread stalked him then because she was unpredictable. She straddled his waist, and all he could see was the brilliant patchwork her upper torso had become. Emerald. Cobalt. Hints of scarlet.
Her back bowed and he felt her hot mouth surround the head of his dick. The initial pleasure gave way to the fiery swarm. He grunted, fought the urge to seek refuge in his mind. She’d see. She’d be watching him in her peripheral vision.
Suddenly, Iseult shrieked. The high-pitched cry lifted the hairs at the back of his neck, made him aware of the clamminess of his skin. She froze then shrieked again without warning, the sound vibrating along his cock. The bright colors peeled away like a zipper to reveal a hairy black body.
Her third shriek held a victorious tone.
She started to suck on his cock, no longer toying with him.
Extra arms and legs unfolded and gripped him.
Leo stared, too horrified to look away now.
Two arms cradled a smooth white ball. Iseult hissed around his cock, licked and sucked, and the fiery pain seemed to subside.
Leo felt the beginnings of a climax and didn’t try to hold back.
The sooner he came the sooner this nightmare would end.
The suction increased and a black finger pressed on his perineum.
Another finger slid up to his rear entrance, pressed and pushed inside.
Leo thrashed beneath Iseult, his dick withering a fraction in her mouth.
She never hesitated, and somehow, the intrusion didn’t hurt as much as he feared.
To his great relief, some kind of lubricant eased the way.
He hated to think…groped for his stash of happy memories.
Started during his fifth birthday party.
The bouncy castle. The pony rides. The smiling, creepy—
Fuck.
Iseult touched a spot that sent electricity jolting across each and every nerve ending.
He cried out, pain and panic making him thrash, and she shrieked in triumph.
Her probing finger stroked back and forth over the sensitive area.
His balls tightened and fiery pleasure forged a path up his cock.
Iseult gave another shriek, her teeth sinking into the head of his cock even as her finger continued to stroke and stroke and stroke.
His heart thumped hard. A roaring sensation crashed through his head. His muscles twitched at the stimulation while his mind screamed. Too much. Too much. The pleasure rose and swelled until he wondered if the shell of his body could contain the rush of sexual hunger.
The instant he thought he might hurtle into climax, Iseult bit his dick and knocked the wave lower, only to massage his sweet spot and send him soaring again.
Leo heard screaming, and took long, long moments to realize it was him.
The finger inside him stroked seductively, the sharp bite of teeth failed to halt the escalating pleasure.
He shattered, saw stars hovering in the fringes of the darkness that spread over him like a tsunami.
He kept coming and coming, the contractions taking long moments to tail away.
“Eyes open, pretty,” Iseult crooned.
Sluggish, heart still trying to claw up his throat, he obeyed, focused on the far wall, and lost himself in the white.
She licked his limp cock, and to his shame and alarm, his dick started to fill again.
“Good boy,” she whispered, and the horror began all over again.
Somewhere during the third session, he retreated to the birthday party and refused to leave.
His cock hurt, every muscle—every muscle—throbbed in a rhythmic ache.
He thought he climaxed again, then two of her black hands pinched his midriff.
The pain sent the black swirling inside his mind.
Horrid pain. Indescribable pain. So much pain.
Something snapped and he tumbled headfirst into the black hole.
Falling, falling, falling.
He wondered when he might stop, hit the bottom, but he kept going, vaguely felt the pain increase, if that were possible. Was this death? Wasn’t so bad.
Leo reached for the darkness, embraced its loving arms and went limp.