Wicked's Tale

[wickedlady31]

My re-birth meant death to everything else.




I don’t exactly remember how I had gotten there; I just know that I was there. I remember walking home from work, it was 10 P.M. When I awoke, my head throbbed in pain and when I went to rub at my temple, I realized my arms were immobilized. It was like a movie plot slowly unraveling for me as I looked around and realized where I was and what was going on.
My heart was pounding so fast, it deafened me. I lifted my head up to look around and saw a very large room. I was a large California King sized bed with red velvet covers, the same material covered the three windows and the room was quite dark with candle sconces hanging on the dark wood walls.
“Hello,” I called out and heard nothing but my echo. God my head hurt too.
I looked at my arms and saw they were cuffed to the head board. I was able to move my legs, they were free.
I thought fearful things as I lay in this alien bed. Was I going to be tortured and mutilated? Was I dreaming? Anything negative coursed through my mind and made my heart keep up its fear laden fast pace.
I felt tired and groggy and ended up drifting back to sleep.

Warm hands on my face woke me. I opened my eyes and saw this beautiful woman cupping my face in her hands like a mother does to her child. She had dark brown eyes, full lips, darker complexion and long black hair. She had a very exotic appeal. There was a startling vacancy about her eyes, like her soul failed to exist.
“Who are you,” I asked.
“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” she said softly as she brought a straw to my lips.
“What is it,” I asked.
“Just drink. It is easier that way. He wants you to drink this.”
“Well what the hell is it,” I yelled.
“Shhhh,” she said as she brought a finger to her lips. “If you don’t drink it willingly, he will put it in your veins.”
She seemed afraid as she spoke. Her eyes cautiously surveyed the door way and the corners of the room. She seemed paranoid.
“Just sip it,” she urged.
I sipped on the straw. It tasted like sugar water. For all I knew it was. I drank it until the straw made a hallow sound. I was real thirsty.
“There now,” she said as she brushed hair away from my face. “He will be in shortly.”
She turned and walked away.
“Who? Who are you? Where the hell am I?”
I was alone. I felt very warm, like a summer heat crept upon me. I tried to free my wrists from the steel cuffs only to hurt them even more. My arms ached and I was very scared. Did I drink poison? Was it Roofies?
I don’t know how much time passed before I heard the heavy door groan open. I didn’t look, my eye lids were heavy as was my head.
I tried to open my eyes and managed to get slits. I saw someone with dark hair standing beside the bed. A hand touched my neck, my jugular to be quite precise. I heard a voice, male, much deeper say, “Pulse is slow enough. Seems to be working.”
The hand was removed. I turned my head slowly because it was so heavy. My one eye popped open fully and I saw a man without a shirt, clad in satin pants that were black. He smiled at my one eyed glare and pulled down the covers that were on me. I felt cold and naked but could not tell if I was naked or not.
I slowly moved my head back to looking up at the ceiling. I felt weight on the bed and my lids were too heavy to open.
“You will awake soon,” a male’s voice spoke.
Lips were on mine. I felt as limp as a rag doll, not even my lips could respond. This did not seem to stop the person straddling me. The lips continued to caress mine, a tongue managed its way into my mouth and hands were on my shoulders pinning me against the bed. I could hear heavy breathing and feel everything but couldn’t respond. My mind was fully awake and alive and my body was dead.
The person sat up, I didn’t feel flesh on my chest and the weight shifted. I felt like I had to yawn, breathing was difficult for me. My mind was screaming at my body to move, to cry out, my heart should have been galloping like it was before but it wasn’t. IT felt like it was barely pumping at all and I was terrified. There was a warm fluid on lips. I couldn’t do anything. It trickled into my mouth, down my inner cheek and under my tongue. It had a salty taste to it, somewhat metallic too.
Just seconds later, the weight that bogged me down so heavily began to lift and feelings began to fully awaken in my limbs, my face, I licked my lips. My tongue was able to move. I opened my eyes and immediately focused on him. He straddled me and looked down at me with a smile. He was a marvelously good looking man. He had dark locks of hair, piercing green eyes, strong masculine bone structure and full lips. His chest was broad and smooth and each muscle in his upper torso was well defined. As soon as my eyes locked into his, I was enchanted. I couldn’t blink, nor speak, I felt. I felt intense emotions all pooling together. My mind had other things it wanted to do. It wanted me to fight, try to get up, try to speak and my body betrayed it. My heart wasn’t racing, it was calm and slow, there was this warm feeling welling up inside my womb as he moved in for a kiss. Instantly I kissed back. My breathing was rigid and rapid, I opened my legs. My mind didn’t know what my body was doing. I felt like I was outside looking in at me. His tongue probed my mouth, my tongue met his. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him close, a tingling throbbing sensation was awakened in my loins.
His hand moved to the warmth between my thighs, fingers exploring the wetness of my arousal. Soft groans escaped my throat, his mouth moved to my neck as his fingers penetrated me. He sucked on my flesh and repositioned himself on me. He pulled his face away from mine and looked into my eyes again.
MOVE! GET UP!
My body once again, betrayed the cries of my mind.
He smiled and said, “You are now mine.”
I felt his entrance as he split my groin open. It felt like I was being cut, he was large and it was a little painful. Once he was fully inside of me, his eyes still locked on mine, he moved his hips back and forth, he moved in and out of me slowly.
With each thrust, I was being brought closer and closer. He watched me like a hawk, my facial expressions, listened to every whimper and groan that escaped my throat.
“You must give yourself to me Adonia,” he said as his hand found my clit and he rubbed at it in sync to each thrust of his hips. I could feel him deep inside of me, deeper than anything ever reached. It felt like he was touching my back with his cock. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. As his fingers manipulated my hardened clit, I felt my uterus clamp down and I cried out as I came.
Just as that initial ecstatic wave released, his lips were upon my flesh on my neck. His tongue probed around looking for my faint pulse and as I felt his cock grow longer inside of me, hitting my soul, his teeth impaled my flesh.
I cried out in ecstatic pain. It felt like he ripped my neck open, I felt fluid trickle down the back of my neck but it felt good. My orgasm was the most intense I ever had. It clamped down on his large cock as I felt myself slip away.

To be continued....

 

[wickedlady31]

Awake

I awoke in my room. My head was pounding madly and I felt sort of drunk. It took me a few moments to focus on my surroundings. Last I was aware, I was in some strange dark room with a man and my arms bound. I slowly sat up and clutched my head in my hands as the pain throbbed inside my skull.
“Oh Man, what a dream,” I said as my fingers rubbed at my temples.
“Oh Shit, Work,” I ripped my covers off, tossed on some dress slacks and a simple blouse and headed off to work. I forgot my office key and my cell phone.
I jogged into work ignoring the usual morning encounters and rushed past the elevators and darted down the hallway. My heels clicked franticly on the floor as I found my office door, it was already unlocked.

Thank God!

I snuck in and sat at my cubicle. The early birds, I lovingly call them because they arrive before the sun rises, were in a meeting. No one knew I was 10 minutes late to work.

I turned on my computer and logged into my company email.

Shit!

There was an email from my boss Yvonne.

“Lyndsey,

See me as soon as you get in.

Yvonne.”

“Oh Fuck,” I said as I slammed the mouse onto the desk and stood up.

Yvonne was not pleased with my work performance as of late, personally the other bitches in the library were out to get me. They swarmed around my cubicle like blood thirsty sharks all day, waiting for the next faux pa.

I calmly walked past the vending machine, break room, and waiting area and straight to the elevators.

“Going up,” the giddy voice of John asked with a ferry dance step. He truly fit the part. I normally laughed at his humor but not this day.
Number three illuminated and the doors slid open. I stepped out and headed to Yvonne’s office. She sat at her cubicle with a scowl on her aged face. She would have been more attractive if she actually smiled and put some weight on in her narrow face.

“You wanted to see me,” I calmly said, swallowing hard trying to fight my nervousness.

She smiled her fake smile and said, “ Yes.”

She handed me a list of accounts.

“Those are the unbilled. It is a staggering $875,000. I need to know who and why before the end of the day or your head is on the block.”

Somehow her job had become part of mine. I viewed the list and smiled my fake smile at her. Something smelled different. I stood there and took a deep breath in.

“You okay,” Yvonne asked actually looking concerned.

“Yeah, do you smell it?”

Yvonne pinched her face as she attempted to smell anything.

She nodded, giving me a very strange look.

“It smells like raw meat in here,” I said. What I didn’t say was how suddenly hungry I was. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. My stomach actually began to hurt.

Yvonne gave me a look of concern and said, “Uh, no. No steak tar tar here.”

“Weird,” I said as I slowly left her office. When I was in the hall, the smell was gone but the pain in my stomach was not.

I began researching the accounts she gave me. I was able to find names and reasons and was printing off my own list. The hunger inside me pretty much took over. I couldn’t focus on anything else and when the early birds returned from their meeting the scent of fresh meat came back. I wanted a raw steak and I hated steak.

Am I pregnant? I hoped not. I mean, you have to have sex for that and the last time I had sex was, other than my dream last night, three months before.
I attempted to ignore this drive, this smell, and hunger but failed. I felt like I couldn’t take the pain, it was really intense. I left my cubicle and went to the Cafeteria. Nothing there looked or smelled. Nothing was appealing. I headed directly to the counter and got the attention of a worker.

“Do you have raw meat?”

I thought nothing of my question, it was an honest and simple one. It occurred to me it was strange when the girl gave me a look of disgust.

“Ah, not really. We have hamburger but…”

“I’ll take it,” I said hungrily. There was an urgency about feeding this hunger and I felt I couldn’t control myself.

The girl smiled and thought I was kidding. Then she said, “Really, we can’t give that out.”

“Look, all I know is I need it. I am starving and will pay you for it, if you know what I mean. What’s your price?”

My tongue darted out and licked the corners of my salivating mouth. The mere thought of the meat was driving me insane.

“Hmmm.” The girl contemplated as she looked down. “20 bucks for a burger uncooked.”

“Fine fine, get it.”

I fished a twenty dollar bill out of my purse and handed it to her. She handed me a slab of hamburger meat formed in a flat cake on wax paper. I didn’t wait to leave to eat it. I devoured it and stood there frozen, eyes closed and a familiar feeling of delight developing in my womb.

I couldn’t believe it myself. I had an orgasm standing there with raw hamburger stuck to my lips. The girl working the counter gave me a look of sheer disgust. I didn’t care. The pain was gone and I felt better.

I gleefully walked to my office and took my seat. I finished the research Yvonne wanted me to and returned to her office proudly handing her the report.

“All of them are done,” she asked as she took the report from my hand.
“Yep,” I said.

“Good, thank you,” she said. She then looked real concerned.

“What,” I asked feeling paranoid.

“What is on your neck,” she asked.

I shook my head as if to say nothing and she pointed to her neck to demonstrate where.

“Looks like a bite or something,” she stood up and leaned forward, looking at my neck.

She touched it and it hurt.

“Yow,” I said.

“You better get that looked at, looks infected,” she said. “Go down to the ER and have a doctor look at it. You do work in a hospital you know.”

I placed my hand over the right side of my neck and nodded. Before getting on the elevator I stepped inside the ladies room.

“Holy shit,” I said as I saw two puss filled holes on my neck. I had forgotten all of my dream.

I did not go to the ER. Instead I asked for sick time and left. My boss didn’t question it. I took a bus to the local drug store and planned on purchasing some Neosporin or something. When I walked in, I smelled that raw meat smell again. And the hunger followed.

Instead of scouting out cream for my sores, I followed each smell that my sensory could pick up. Each scent of this blood smell was different. I was noticing the more people around, the more unique each smell was.

Was I smelling their blood?

I walked down the health and beauty isle until a certain scent attracted me. It was a girl with red hair and brilliant green eyes. She was smelling shampoo.

I won’t go into detail how she became my first, it doesn’t matter. This story is the birth of me, Adonia. Her name was Amber. She took me to her car. I had never been with a girl before and at that time I desperately needed her. She seemed quite experienced and dominated the moves. She kissed me first, she unbuttoned my blouse and fondled my breasts. Feelings stirred I can’t explain. It was a basic instinct for me to want her to touch me. I didn’t have to say anything.

Her car was a small neon. We shifted around in the back seat like teens hiding in the woods to have sex. She was sucking my nipples and shoving my panties aside with her free hand so she could dip her finger into my wetness. Her finger sent waves of pleasure into me. I grinded my pussy against her fist as she had two fingers inside me wiggling them around. Her mouth explored my breasts, my belly, my neck and my lips. Our tongues brushed and made me want to cum. I almost did. She kept wiggling her fingers and ramming her knuckles against my clit and just as I was prepared to release, she stopped.
She removed her shirt and sat down to take her pants off. I didn’t wait until she got her panties off. I pulled one of her small breasts from her pink bra and brought it to my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and she held my head there as she groaned. I could smell her sex, and her blood. My pussy ached and throbbed and my stomach hurt so much. I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Lay down,” I told her. She silently obeyed.

She wore a red thong and her swollen pussy lips hung out of the crotch. My mouth explored her breasts, making her moan, making her wetter, and making her sex scent more potent. It intoxicated me. My lips hungrily nibbled at her flesh as I made my way down to her thong. I hooked one finger around the crotch and she groaned and ground her hips against my finger.

“Not yet,” I said.

“Please, just fuck me,” she pleaded as her hands pinched at her nipples.
My finger pulled her thong aside, exposing her pink moist lips. My hunger was more intense than ever and I groaned in pain, she thought was pleasure.

“Yes, touch me,” she commanded.

I pressed my thumb against her clit and wiggled it in a circular motion, making her groan loudly. She shoved her fingers in her mouth.

“I can taste your pussy and you taste so fucking good,” she said.

I brought my lips to her pussy and sucked her outer lip into my mouth.

“YES, YES, YES,” she said as she held my face against her.

I sucked the other lip in allowing the tip of my nose to press against her clit. She gyrated her hips, grinding against my face as she just let her moans out, uninhibited and animalistic. She tasted wonderfully sweet. The scent of her sex drove me to go further. I dipped my tongue into her hole and fingered her.

“I want you to cum for me,” I told her as I finger fucked her and sucked her clit.

My tongue moved over her clit like a windshield wiper, then in circular motion as my soaked fingers continued to glide in and out of her pussy.
She let out a loud cry and her muscles clenched my fingers and her clit bobbed under my tongue.

“FUCK,” she cried out again.

Just then, somehow, I was getting blood in my mouth. My mouth was on her fleshy thigh as my finger continued to fuck her pussy and she continued to throb and cum, I had sank teeth into her and was drinking her salty metallic blood. As it coursed through me and she continued to cum, I felt my own pussy pulsate and a small orgasm formed and my hunger passed.

 

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[wickedlady31]

Harold

Harold was his name. He was an overweight, middle aged, balding man that stood at about 5’7. He had dark hair over his ears and around the back of his head and on top was a shiny bald spot. Harold was at the bar at TGIF’s. I frequented there for their salad’s. This particular night, I hungered something else. When I walked in, my nose picked up mesquite barbeque, onion, beef and Harold. There was a sweetness to his essence that I smelled.

I sat next to him at the bar and ordered a White Russian. The bartender smiled and walked away. Harold was sipping something with a slice of lime, if I had to guess it was a Gin and Tonic. He noticed I was looking at him and when he looked at me, I smiled. He immediately looked away. I felt insulted. I am by all means, an attractive woman. He was nothing more than Joe Dirt. How dare he look away from me? My inflated ego forced me to proceed.

My drink arrived and I sipped at it while giving him playful looks and smiles. He kept looking at me, it was a good sign. Perhaps he was insecure. My eyes scanned the now crowded restaurant, in case I had to find someone else. I was eyeing a group of college guys. They were jocks and arrogant, not generally my style.

“Harold,” he said.

I looked at him a bit startled, but smiled at him.

I reached for his extended hand and thought of a name to tell him. The name Adonia echoed in my mind, but it did not register why or how that name came.

“Adonia,” I said as I gripped his hand tightly.

Harold smiled and said, “That is an unusually beautiful name, for a beautiful woman.”

He was suddenly brave, I was a bit suspicious.

“Well Harold it is nice to meet you. So when I looked at you before and you looked away as though uninterested, what was that about?”

Harold smiled at me and said, “Want to go somewhere quiet?”

I figured there was nothing more to his invitation. I wanted one thing and he wanted another. I would get mine indeed.

“Okay.”

He stood up and grabbed his blue blazer. I followed behind him. Once we got outside he asked me if I minded going to his place. He assured me it wasn’t far, just around the block.

“We can walk from here,” he smiled a smile that was nervous.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He lived about a block away and it was a crappy little apartment. He lived on the second floor and it smelled of cat piss and stale beer. My human instinct was to run, my animal instinct was to stay.

“Make yourself at home,” he said as he walked into his kitchen.

He had a pea green sofa that looked like it had seen better days. I found a seat on it and looked around. He had no pictures on his wall, no real personal items to identify with him. He returned with two drinks.

“Gin and tonic,” he said as he handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I said as I sipped it. It was sweeter than most G&T’s that I have had. I had a feeling he drugged it.

I saw he had a watch on his coffee table. When I picked it up, his hand grabbed mine.

“Do you mind if I am forward,” he said as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

I looked at him with inquisition.

“You are fucking hot and I’ve had a hard on since you sat beside me,” he led my hand to his crotch where it was indeed, quite hard. “I don’t usually do this but I want to fuck you in the worst way.”

I was a little repulsed actually. He was a slob in every way but his blood smelled so good. I grinned and grabbed at his boner, through his pants I stroked him. He closed his eyes and groaned, thrusting his hips upward as if to dry hump my hand.

“God baby, do you feel hot too,” he asked as he continued to thrust into the air against my hand. From what I could tell, he had a short but fat cock. A real plumper for a plumper guy.

“Mmmm,” I said as I reached for his zipper.

He stopped me. “Slow down honey, let me.” He stood up and unzipped his pants. His tidy whities revealed his chubby boner. He slid his underwear over his hips and his cock bounced free. He didn’t bother taking anything else off, or the pants the rest of the way off. He gripped his cock in his fat fist and stroked it as he stood facing me.

“You like to watch honey,” he asked as he stroked it faster.

I nodded, feeling a little tired. He did drug me.

“Are you horny yet honey,” he groaned as he continued to stroke himself. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his purple cock.

“Mmmmm,” I forced a moan and reached for my crotch, pretending to rub at myself.

“Fuck, you are a kinky cunt aren’t you,” he said as he grabbed my shoulder and touched my cheek with his cock. The pre-cum felt somewhat cool on my skin. “Taste it.” He said.

I opened my mouth and before I could do anything else, he shoved his cock in and groaned, humping my face. It tasted salty and smelled foul, like sweat and fish. I gagged and he shoved it in even deeper.

“I am going to fuck your throat honey, make you eat my gooey cum,” he groaned as he continued to thrust himself into my mouth.

I felt anger. A blind type rage just build up as he continued to grunt like a pig and hump my mouth. I pushed him away and wiped my mouth.

“Jeeze,” I said. “Slow down,” my heart was racing.

His face contorted into an angry expression and spit flew from his mouth as he spoke, “You bitch. Why the fuck did you do that, you suck my cock whore.”

His hand hit my face leaving a sting on my left cheek. My blood was boiling and I could only hear his heart beating that precious blood through his pathetic veins.

A strength unknown to me hoisted me from that sofa and threw me at him. It was like an invisible hand and yet it was all me. That man that I dreamed about was there watching me, I felt it. He drove me to do what I did next.
I pinned Harold against the wall with one arm and with the other, grabbed his fat cock. He sort of grunted and yelled and with that, my hand choked the air out of him. His face turned to a shade of crimson.

I stoked at his cock with a firm grip as his eyes bulged from his sockets. I did not expect him to retaliate, he did. He pushed me down onto the floor and smacked me again, I felt my lip bleed. I did not feel fear, I felt rage and the hunger pains were maddening. He spoke but I couldn’t hear it. I heard his blood pumping through his veins. He began to choke me, he tore my shirt and ripped my bra, smacking me and pulling on my nipples. It hurt. I cried out in pain. He continued to speak, spit spattering onto my face and he pulled my legs apart, trying to get my panties. His hand made it to my crotch, I pushed him off with the unknown strength. I stood up and picked him up by the collar of his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

“Don’t fuck with me,” I said in a growling alien voice. It was like those demonic voices in movies with Linda Blair.

I looked down and saw that his cock was losing it’s boner.

“Grab your cock you pathetic fuck, do it.”

He was now frightened and spoke with worried eyes. I couldn’t hear him, I knew he was begging though. His fear and blood was very strong and more powerful to me than an orgasm.

“You smell good piggy,” I said as I brought my nose to his neck and smelled his soul. I spoke in this demonic voice that frightened me a little bit.

He was grabbing his cock. It was not erect and I was pissed.

“You asshole, fuck yourself. Grab that cock and make it hard or I will bite it off,” I smiled and felt my canine’s grow sharper and longer. My gums hurt as they grew.

Harold’s eyes grew wide with fear as he stroked his cock. Harold smelled of pure fear. I felt intoxicated by it. I didn’t want his sex anymore. I wanted him to fear. I brought my lips to his and bit him. He cried out, I heard it. My hand gripped his cock and pulled hard on it. He cried out even more. His heart raced and his face was purple from the grip I had on his neck. I released my grip on his neck and he began to pant. His eyes seemed to sink and he made choking sounds as he tried to bend over. My body pressed against his and my mouth was on his neck before I could register the animal instinct. My teeth burrowed into his flesh, ripping at it, not puncturing and his fear laden blood soaked his shirt and mine and he squirmed less and less as I drank his soul. This gave me no orgasms, just the feeling of satisfaction of a job well done.
I looked at his limp and lifeless body with not even a feeling of remorse. He was a pig and he was not new to treating women the way he treated me. Drinking his blood gave me visions of his deeds. He raped his own daughter, tried to kill his wife. He was nothing.

A valuable lesson I learned was, never drink the fear. I was so ill for two days, vomiting, headache, and diarrhea. I knew it was the fear. It felt so good though

 

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[wickedlady31]

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