Deep Inside (13 page)

“See you in a few hours,” Nurse Kohler says.

She leaves with the men. Her ass is packed into her skirt, and as it moves from side to side I want to slap it, pinch it, do something vile to it. She catches me looking at her ass and licks her lips, staring right at me, then leaves.

A lock clicks shut. I feel fearful, lonely, hopeful. I feel like a crazed man. Naomi sleeps deeply, lying on her stomach. She's got one knee pulled up, which arches her jeans-clad ass slightly into the air. I see the outline of her bra underneath her long-sleeve T. Within a minute I've gently removed her shoes and jeans and am running my lips along her G-string, inhaling her perfume. She moans a bit and gives a snoozy wriggle.

Her docile face triggers unfamiliar thoughts. Grainy videos of girls in miniskirts passed out in rainy alleys rush through my mind. I pull her G-string to the side. My tongue explores her crevices and folds. I get on my knees behind her, slip my cock between her thighs, part her cunt, and my dick slides in long and slow.

As I bounce against Naomi, I peer at her face, then watch her ass shake and wobble under me. She moans in her sleep and licks her lips. Her pussy starts to stir and come alive. My head is like a volcano—I burst. When I come I settle down on top of her for a moment, then clumsily pull her jeans back on. I kiss her hair and hold her in my arms.

Thirty minutes
later Naomi awakens.

“Where are we?” she says, rubbing her eyes.

“We're at Sam Jason's,” I say.

Naomi scrambles out of the bed.

I have never seen her look scared before.

“No! This is a bad place!” she says.

“Sam Jason rescued us,” I say. “He and Nurse Kohler will protect us.”

Naomi shakes her head. “I used to overhear my foster parents whisper about what goes on in his mansion. My foster father said it was too kinky and sick even for him! We have to get out of here!”

“We can't get out of here,” I say. “There are gates and security guards everywhere.”

Naomi sits down, puts her head in her hands, then quickly gets her purse. She rips open the lining.

There is a loud knock at the door. Two men in guard uniforms appear. Naomi stuffs something into her bra.

 

We're in
a large, modern-style dining room. The guards hold us with our arms wrapped painfully behind us. A TV screen takes up one wall. A long gleaming dining table has chairs all around it. The moon shines through the plate-glass windows. The lights of our little town twinkle far below. It seems like another world.

Double doors swing open and Sam Jason walks in.

This is the first time I've ever seen our town's patriarch up close. He has a vigorous, full head of wavy white hair. Though creased, his skin is clear and manly, and his light blue eyes are brilliant. He stands tall in a silk robe.

He smiles at the sight of us and laughs with pleasure. “My little Viagra babies. Look how you've grown,” he says.

I try to bolt, but the guards hold me.

“Is that any way to treat the man who created you?” Sam says.

Naomi gasps. “You're not our father—”

“Don't worry—you haven't been fucking incestuously. I don't need to father children. I farm them.”

I feel nauseated hearing this information. I try to fight off the guards, but they tighten the twist on my arm until I think it's going to break.

Sam Jason walks up to me. He touches my forearms, my stomach, my neck. He stands back and looks at my crotch.

“My geneticists did good work when they created you two,” he says. He gives my cock a squeeze, like he's appraising a horse, then moves over to Naomi. He sizes her up with pats and looks, too. “I could have sold you on the international black market for ten mil apiece. But I like to keep the best for myself,” he adds, running his hand between Naomi's legs. “You can leave them with me,” he says to the men. “They'll behave now, won't they?”

The two men sit us down at the table, Naomi on one side, me on the other. They bind us with rope by our stomachs to the chairs, and tie our hands together at our wrists. Then they leave.

“Let's have a little entertainment during dinner,” Sam says. He picks up a remote control and clicks it. A video begins on the screen.

It shows me fucking the sleeping Naomi. My face is contorted with raging lust. I look at her sheepishly across the table. Her eyes dart at me accusingly.

“Of course we've got cameras in every room. My staff edits out the boring parts,” he says, his eyes narrowing with evil pleasure. “Oh, now, look at this—this is really good.”

Onscreen I'm pumping into Naomi, again and again, her inactive body shaking with my thrusts. I can't look Naomi in the eye. But I do hear her
tsk
ing about what I did when she was asleep.

Nurse Kohler walks into the room. She's wearing a black satin robe. She holds a meat cleaver. “God, I need something to bring me back to life after a week with all those fucking high school kids,” she says.

She walks over to where I'm sitting. Sam sits down at the head of the table, puts on his napkin.

“Cut me off a little finger,” he says. “I like to savor you Viagra babies. Just a little bit of you every day.”

“You're even more depraved than the blood-drinkers,” I say.

Sam pats his stomach. “Blood's nice. It gives you a million times more charge than even freebasing Viagra. But it doesn't begin to give the sexual rush that flesh and organs do.”

I struggle in my chair. It's no use.

“Put your hands up on the table,” Nurse Kohler says to me.

I shake my head. She yanks my bound wrists onto the table, separating the fingers of my right hand.

“Oh come on now,” she says, patting my head. “You should know by now that I wouldn't hurt you. I'll bandage you up afterwards and make sure it doesn't get infected.”

“Why would you eat us bit by bit—why don't you just wait until we die shortly after our eighteenth birthdays?” I say.

“Because you don't die,” Nurse Kohler says.

“What?” Naomi and I say.

“Do you have any idea how hard we worked to create the myths and legends around you?” Sam says.

“Like people die if they touch your genitals?” Nurse Kohler says.

“I have to admit I didn't come up with that one. Nurse Kohler did. It was the only way we could keep the best parts for ourselves to eat.”

“The only true thing is that you are supernaturally sexually endowed,” Nurse Kohler says.

Nurse Kohler holds up the cleaver now, positioning my little finger out as though it's a top on a carrot that needs removing. I feel a searing pain and when I look down there's blood pulsing from where my finger used to be.

Nurse Kohler places my finger on a plate and gives it to Sam. She laps hungrily at the blood spilling from my hand as Sam gnaws on my severed finger. Then she cauterizes my wound and wraps it up.

I'm light-headed with pain and loss of blood.

“Now you're going to watch me fuck your woman the right way,” Sam says, getting up and untying Naomi from the chair.

She furtively glances at me, then looks right at Sam and says, “Undo my hands and I'll show you what a Viagra can do.”

Sam looks around at the locked door, at Nurse Kohler with her cleaver, and undoes Naomi's hands. She steps away from him and pulls off her T-shirt. Sam and Nurse Kohler both gasp at the sight of Naomi's large breasts in her pink lacy bra. Naomi pulls down one of her straps and licks her lips.

“Fuck, yeah,” Sam grunts.

And now Naomi's swiveling her hips, wiggling out of her jeans. It's like she's in some
Maxim
layout. I'm in a hot daze as she lap-dances first on Sam, then on the school nurse. She's down to her bra and G-string, which she pulls aside. She's pouring a glass of red wine with one hand as she sidles up to the school nurse. She hasn't looked at me in five minutes.

Sam growls with unnatural desire, throws off his robe, and exposes his hard-on. “There's nothing better than a little lesbo action!” he roars. I'm rigid with jealousy and fear, but I have to agree.

Naomi kisses Nurse Kohler on the mouth, picks up her wine-glass, and drizzles red liquid into the older woman's mouth.

Naomi walks languidly to Sam and gives his hard-on a squeeze. “You've got a little blood by your mouth,” she says, removing it with a long lick.

“I bred you to like it rough,” he says.

She gives a soft giggle and pours some of Nurse Kohler's wine into his mouth.

He gulps it down, then grabs Naomi's blond hair and throws her on the table.

“Thrust your cock into her mouth until she gags!” Nurse Kohler says. She weaves back and forth lustily as she seats herself by my side.

Naomi's on her back. Sam settles his knees on either side of her shoulders as he steers his dick towards her mouth.

“Milk it,” Sam orders.

I want to kill the ancient sicko as he forces my girl to give him a blow job. But at the same time my dick has never been harder.

Nurse Kohler unzips me, licks the palm of her hand, and starts to jerk me off. In a slurry voice she says, “You can't imagine how difficult it's been for me to medicate you every day when what I really want is this.”

Is that me moaning? Sam's balls are slapping against Naomi's chin, Nurse Kohler's hand is pumping my shaft….

And then it isn't. I look down. Nurse Kohler has collapsed onto the floor. Too deranged with lust to notice, Sam takes his cock out of Naomi's mouth, repositions himself, and thrusts his prehistoric reptile into her sweet hole.

“Churn it, baby. Give me your Viagra-baby cunt,” he says.

Naomi turns her head away, as though refusing Sam. Really she's making eye contact at me. Sam grabs her legs and puts them over his shoulders.

Is Naomi sending me a signal? Does it have to do with Nurse Kohler? Sam starts to look in my direction, then Naomi abruptly pulls his head to her and starts kissing him—is she distracting him or is she really getting into it?

“Yes, there's nothing like it,” Sam says, moving in and out of my girl like a young man. It can't be, but Naomi screams as though she's coming.

Sam gives a series of enormous grunts and falls on top of Naomi. She pushes him off her and he falls off the table onto the floor. He's utterly motionless.

Naomi unties me, shows me an empty packet. “I stuffed my stockpiled meds into my bra and gave it to them in the wine.” She laughs. “Normals can't handle what they tranq us with. It Kills them.”

We pull on our clothes…. Naomi picks up the cleaver…. We run out of the room.

“You can't imagine how creepy it was to watch you fake an orgasm with Sam Jason,” I say.

“It was totally disgusting,” she says. “But I still got off on it.” She sees my jealous fury. “You'll just have to learn to deal with my supernatural sex drive. Plus it was payback for you fucking me while I was asleep.”

A guard comes at us in the hallway, waving a gun. Naomi gives the meat cleaver a wild swing. It catches his throat and blood jets from the wound. His gun goes off, nearly hits me. He staggers backwards as blood paints the walls. Then he falls, spasming on the carpet. A guard behind him looks at his colleague in horror for just a second. It's enough. I kick him in the crotch and Naomi brings the cleaver down on his head. It splits open, and then he looks like a red fire hydrant. He falls, lying still. I remove one of their guns with my good hand.

“We gotta get out of here,” Naomi says, her cleaver at her side.

We sprint down a hall. Which way to go? All this glass and steel.

We push through a door into a lab.

There are instruments, glass cases, dials. A man in a white coat sits at a desk staring at a computer. He hears us, turns, says, “What the hell?”

I point the gun at him. “What is this place?”

“Who the hell are you?” he asks.

“Tell me now or you won't have a tongue to speak with!” Naomi says.

“It's where we farm the new ones,” he sputters.

“Which new ones?” Naomi says.

“The Viagra babies,” he says.

I give him a punch in the face.

“You mean he's continuing the evil?” Naomi says.

“Hey, I'm just a scientist,” the man says.

I hit his head against the table until he's out.

“There's gotta be some way to take this place down,” I say.

“Look here,” Naomi says.

There's a control panel on the wall. I flick a switch and the lights on the machines wind down.

“Good night, brothers and sisters,” Naomi says.

I feel a blinding pain. I look down. There's a steak knife sticking out of my right foot. The gun drops from my hand and skids across the floor. Sam Jason lurches over, tackles me, and begins to chow down on my toes.

I can see his strength building up as he devours my little toe. I'm screaming. He reaches out for the gun, but Naomi puts her foot on his arm.