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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Wamphyrie (MF, ff, sci-fi) by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com) *** A Vampire fantasy, but not the usual vampire myth. *** It was night as the small steamer chugged down the sluggish river. Everything, including the water and surrounding jungle seemed weighed down by the oppressive heat - a heat excessive even for the Amazonian basin. The steamer, with its complement of 5 crew and 4 passengers was on it's way up stream to the small settlement of Los Buenos - a god- forsaken group of huts on a tributary of the river Amazon which had been named "the beautiful" by a fever crazed catholic missionary in 1790. On the steamer, Sue Hawkins and Joan Gregson lay sweating in their cabin. "My fucking pants feel like they've been glued to me," Joan complained. She lay in her bunk wearing just her bra and panties, both semi-transparent from her sweat. "Well why don't you take them off and let some air get to your fanny," Sue retorted. Sue lay naked on her bed, her legs spread wide. Periodically she was fanning her exposed crotch with an old copy of Time magazine. "Do you have to lay like that?" asked acidly, I can see right up your cunt, and it isn't a pretty sight (actually she thought that it was very pretty but she wasn't going to admit it)." Sue's response was a short laugh followed by a loud ripping fart. "Shit, it's bad enough that we have to suffer the heat in here without smelling what you had yesterday for lunch," Joan snarled. This sort of constant bickering was typical for the pair. Sue and Joan were both secretaries at the same company and they shared a flat on the outskirts of London. Their colleagues at work described them as the 'odd couple' - a totally apt description considering their similarity to the two characters in the well-known film starring Walter Mathau and Jack Lemmon. Sue was a bubbly, careless and vivacious blonde who saw life as a constant adventure. She would try anything provided it was fun. She was a slim, athletic girl of 22 with a tight body and pert 34B breasts. She kept her cute little crotch shaved - a source of constant annoyance for Joan who regularly complained about the wad of blonde hair blocking the plughole in the bath. Joan was an almost complete opposite. She was a year older and had a serious, meticulous nature. Where Sue was blonde and slim, Joan was a brunette and had a fuller figure. She was by no means fat but had a full 36D bust and a slightly podgy middle. Her only concession to vanity was to shave her armpits, and then only for hygiene. Whilst not being ugly, Joan was perhaps a little plain and found it difficult to make friends. Meeting Sue had changed her life. In spite of their differences, they were inseparable friends. Sue enjoyed the order and control that Joan brought into her life. Joan enjoyed looking after Sue and the friendship she brought. Sue was the reason why the two girls found themselves sweating like pigs in the Amazon basin. Through her love of extreme sports, Sue had entered a television quiz show for those who enjoy adventure. Against all expectations - Sue wasn't the cleverest girl around - she had won. The star prize was a month's expedition to the Amazon basin for two. While Sue had a boyfriend (Charlie - a stockbroker whose sole interests in life were football, drinking with his mates and sex) she had asked Joan to go with her - Charlie wouldn't have gone anyway because the European football competition had just began and he hated foreign beer. Joan hated the idea but felt obliged to go and ensure that Sue kept out of trouble. "I hope they have decent baths in Los Beenos," Joan muttered sourly. "Los Buenos," Sue corrected, "maybe you'll be able to swim in the river, if the water snakes, piranhas or crocodiles don't get you." She giggled. There were twelve in the party, which was led by a guy called Peter Rodriguez and his wife Maria. Their job was to keep the greenhorns in their party safe and act as guides and interpreters. Peter was an Argentinean who had studied zoology in England. He was an extremely attractive guy in his early 30's and was great fun to be with - both Sue and Joan regretted his marital status. *** It was with great relief the following day that Joan saw their destination appear at the curve of the river. Her hopes were soon dashed when they landed. "What a dump!" she groaned. The village comprised of approximately 30 stilt-mounted huts, the largest of which had a badly painted sign announcing that it was a hotel. In the distance the sound of a diesel generator could be heard. "Its hardly the Hilton but it looks like they've got electricity" Joan muttered as they entered the hotel. Peter was speaking in rapid Spanish with a woman stood behind the reception desk. After a moment he turned and spoke. "OK folks, your rooms are all ready. If you'll sign in you'll be given your keys. Dinner is a seven and the dress code is casual." "Thank fuck for that, I left my cocktail dress at home." Joan was not enjoying things. "I have a few pointers for those of you who haven't been here before. Use the mosquito nets at night, you will get bitten if you don't. There are poisonous snakes and insects but most will not attack you unless you frighten them. Don't drink the water unless it is bottled. Apart from that, you shouldn't have any problems so enjoy yourselves. If you have any questions, ask me. " Both girls were surprised with the quality of their room. It was quite spacious with a large fan doing an efficient job of moving the air. "I sleep on the left." Joan had noticed the room contained only a large double bed. "And you can keep your sweaty arse on your side of the bed." "There's nothing like the feel of hot sweaty skin to turn a girl on, you know," Sue giggled. She loved winding up Joan - a task which was simplicity itself. Joan gave an irritated grunt and checked out the bathroom. There was a primitive shower fed by a static water tank. "At least I can wash the crap off myself," she muttered to herself. She quickly stripped and pulled on the length of rope hanging from the tank. The tepid water hitting her hot body felt like the coolest nectar. Joan sighed with pleasure as she removed five days of sweat and dirt. Sue walked into the bathroom, dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. "You look like that's better than sex," She said as she pissed noisily. "Fucking hell Sue, you know I hate it when you use the bog when I'm bathing, couldn't you wait? You're bloody right this shower is fabulous. Strip off and jump in." Sue was naked almost before Joan had finished speaking and with a gasp of pleasure jumped into the shower. "Fuck, this is good," Sue gurgled. "Scrub my back, will you?" This was a ritual that the girls regularly shared. Neither of them was out and out gay but Sue was definitely bi and Joan was bi-curious. They enjoyed scrubbing each other's backs in the shower - a sort of female bonding ritual. Sue giggled as Joan slipped her soapy hand between her arse cheeks. "One day soon, you and I are going to have a serious session in bed." Sue promised. Joan felt a flush of excitement at the thought. She hadn't the courage to take the initiative. "I wonder what your plump little cunt tastes like," Sue added with a wink. Clean and for once cool, the girls lay naked on the bed under the mosquito net. They dozed as the fan driven air wafted gently over them coolly. *** The girls entered the hotel bar at six thirty, leaving enough time for a drink before dinner. Peter and his wife were talking to the bar man. Although they couldn't understand a word, it seemed to the girls that something was up. "Evening folks," Sue called out. "Ah, ladies," Peter smiled in welcome, what would you like to drink?" "Anything cold and alcoholic," Sue answered for them both. "Gin and tonic it is then." The four of them sat down at the table relished their first drink of the evening - always the best! "There's a bit of trouble going on," Peter began. "There are rumours of fun and games at a village 10 miles from here." "What sort of trouble?" Joan asked. "Vampires." Peter replied. "Bollocks," Sue couldn't control her giggles, "this isn't Transylvania." "Nevertheless, that's what they're saying," Peter confirmed. "Two dead men have been found, both sucked dry of blood. They claim that a woman has become possessed with a water demon and that she is to blame." "Water demon?" Joan snorted with disbelief. "Next you'll be telling me there's fairies at the bottom of the garden." "I'm only repeating what I heard. They say that she went into the river to wash clothes and that within hours she had changed. They say she was a different woman." "What is there in the water which can hurt you?" Sue was suddenly intrigued - she had intended to go swimming and she didn't want to get her arse bitten by something unfriendly." "Well there are snakes which swim. Anacondas have been known to seize and kill children but they rarely attack adults. Piranhas will attack where there is blood in the water but usually provided you have no cuts on your body you should be safe. There is a nasty little fish which you need to watch out for. "It's call a Gill Fish. It usually swims into the gills of other fish but it can cause other problems. They are long and thin and can detect urine in the water. If you pee in the water, they will swim to the source and have been known to swim into the end of men's dicks where they get stuck. Very nasty and painful." "I'm glad I don't have a dick," Sue winced. "Don't worry, they'll go for your piss hole just as readily." Peter grinned. "Thanks for heads up warning but that's too much information," Joan had heard enough, "I think it's time for dinner." "Point taken," Peter smiled ruefully, "but you need to know what to deal with." Dinner was better than they had expected. The main course was a local fish, charcoal broiled to perfection. The conversation was good and frequently bawdy - most due to Sue getting merry and telling a few of her filthiest jokes. Fully replete and slightly drunk on rum the girls retired to bed. *** Sue awoke suddenly. The room was pitch dark and hot. The fan had stopped rotating and she couldn't hear the generator. "Shit, what a time for a power cut," she hissed. She needed to pee and slipped out of bed. Joan was fast asleep and didn't move as Sue returned to bed. Sleep would not return to Sue. The room was stifling and she couldn't get comfortable. She slipped out of bed walked naked onto the veranda and smoked a cigarette. She could see the moon glistening on the lagoon by the river. The water looked cool and inviting. A swim was exactly what she needed to help her sleep. Sue slipped down the path and walked into the water. She gasped at the initial coolness of the water which rapidly turned to a gentle caress on her skin. Quietly she began to swim, flipping on her back and gently gliding through the water. Deep in the silt at the bottom of the lagoon the gentle vibrations of Sue's swimming were detected. The silt parted as a thin proboscis of flesh stretched out waving in the water. The faintest molecules of Sue's sweat were detected and recognised as being what the creature had been waiting for. It had laid in the silt for over thirty years waiting for just the right prey. It had survived on the occasional fish but these proved to be poor fair. Slowly a leech-like creature, no more than 2 inches in length, emerged from the silt and spreading it's body it began swimming vigorously through the water seeking out it's prey. It found Sue as she stood, waist deep in water, resting. It sensed the stronger emanations of Sue's juices from her cunt and knew that it had reached it's objective. With a flick of its tail, the leech swiftly entered Sue's cunt and forced itself inwards. Sue gasped as she felt something cold and slimy enter her cunt. She reached down with her hand but felt nothing. The movement continued, a cool lump passing deep inside into her womb. Sue began to panic but stopped as a warm feeling of well being spread through her belly. She staggered from the water and sat on the bank. Having entered Sue's womb the parasite began to take over. It's body mutated into a myriad of thin tendrils which moved through her flesh until every major organ had been infiltrated. Sue writhed in ecstasy as the creature possessed her. Once done, it began to secrete substances similar to natural opiates which calmed Sue's body and triggered her hormonal system. Her body was flooded with estrogens rather like during puberty but on a much greater scale. Sue felt her body tingle with a strange warmth. She felt her breasts tighten. Putting her hands to her chest she could feel her breasts swell and grow. Literally in seconds they had swollen from her tiny 34 B to a fecund 34D. She could also feel her labia swell, her cunt opening and flooding with juices which trickled down the insides of her thighs. She realised that her butt and belly had filled a little. Soon her body reflected the attributes that most civilisations on earth regarded as being sexually attractive. In effect, the parasite had boosted Sue's sexual attractiveness and libido tenfold. Sue was intoxicated by the feelings flowing through her body. Her labia were swollen and hot, her cunt dripped fluids, she felt unquenchably horny. She lay on the bank of the lagoon and ran her hands over her throbbing cunt trying to relieve her desire. The more she rubbed, the hornier she felt - it was like an unscratchable itch. She lay there for hours, masturbating as never before. With some gratitude Sue realised that her sexual urges beginning to fade as the sky lightened with the approaching dawn. Suddenly she heard a rustling in the undergrowth nearby. Looking up she saw the barman from the hotel. "Hello, are you looking for me?" Sue smiled The barman had in fact been returning to the hotel from an all night card game in the village. The sight of Sue's naked body and the pheromones she was releasing stopped any thought he had of sleep. He dropped his pants revealing his hugely erect cock. Sue smiled at the sight and spread her arms and legs. "Fuck me!" she commanded. The barman didn't understand what she said but understood the invitation. He knelt down and pushed his cock into her gaping cunt. He gasped at heat of her body and pushed himself deeply inside. The parasite sensing the man's cock reacted. Small tendrils grew from the inside wall of Sue's cunt. They bored deeply and painlessly into the man's cock, first releasing chemicals which filled his body with pleasure and then tapping into his veins and capillaries. After one or two thrusts into Sue the man stopped feeling the need to move - he just lay in Sue's arms, dazed with pleasure, while her parasite drained him of blood. Sue could sense the parasite's feeding frenzy - it had been a long time since it's last meal. As it fed, the creature grew, occupying more of Sue's body. Soon the man sighed his last breath and the parasite released its hold. As a reward it stimulated certain areas of Sue's body triggering the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Afterwards she lay, gasping as the waves of pleasured ebbed. Sue pushed the man's body off her and stood up, satiated. It took a matter of few moments to push the body into the lagoon where she knew it would be quickly eaten. With a smile she returned to the hotel. Sue grabbed a quick shower to wash the dirt from her body, slipped into bed and was asleep in seconds. *** In her sleep Sue felt another presence in her mind. "Who are you? WHAT are you? Where are you from?" "Hush child, I will answer your questions, soon you will understand." "Who I am is irrelevant." "What I am is. difficult. There is no suitable word in your language to describe me. Perhaps the closest is I am one of the 'people'." "I am from this planet but the "people" are the oldest beings on earth. We were formed from the first, simplest proteins in the primordial sea. We are the only species to have existed for so long. At the time your forebears were crawling from the sea we were already a significant intelligence." "We knew that to survive we had to choose separate path to other species. Every other species tried to live within a changing environment and all died. We chose to exploit other species. We chose to adapt rapidly to change. We survived." "Some call us Wamphyri or Vampires. No-one understands what we are but we have been in the human consciousness for so long that myths have grown." "You need not fear me. I need your help and in turn I will help you. Together we will live for millennia." "We will talk more, but for now, child, rest..." *** Joan awoke feeling well rested. It had been some days since she had slept so well. She lay on her back watching the fan rotate. Languidly she turned on her side so that she was facing Sue. Sue lay asleep on her back, her arm above her head. Something about Sue looked different to Joan. She lay puzzling before she realised what it was. Sue's tits looked larger, her nipples darker. Her normally clean-shaven pubis and armpits were covered in a thick down of blonde hair. Her body had a slight sharp smell which Joan found deeply arousing. "Are you staring at me?" Joan started with surprise. Sue was awake. She remembered her strange dream. Or was it a dream? She recalled a strange voice from inside her but couldn't be sure if it was real. "Yessss it was real." Came the voice again." Sue shuddered with shock. The voice was loud enough that it seemed to come from within the room. She noticed that Joan hadn't reacted. She couldn't have heard the voice. "Ssssue... my voice is real, only you can hear me. I am inside you." The voice had a strange echoing sibilance - a slightly ghost-like sound. "Yeah, you wish." Sue was tugged back to reality by Joan's voice. "Admit it, , you just love my body." Sue slipped into the comfortable banter that they enjoyed. "Is it my imagination or are you putting on weight?" "No, I'm the normal, gorgeous bird with that slight hint of rubenesque sexiness that you know and love. Now can I get a shower? I smell more than a little funky. Come on race you to the bathroom." Giggling the girls ran into the bathroom. Sharing a shower seemed somehow more intense for Joan than before. Sue's slightly sharp smell was overwhelming Joan. Casting her inhibitions to one side she wrapped her arms around Sue and gave her a deep kiss. Sue felt slight surprise but only for a split second before she returned the kiss. They hugged each other tightly, their breasted squashed together. They kissed long and deeply, their tongues entwining, tasting each other. The water from the shower flooded across their faces but they were too busy to care. Without breaking from their kiss, Sue guided Joan back into the bedroom and onto the bed. Not bothering to dry themselves they rolled on the sheet, enjoying each other's body. "Will you take her like you did me?" Sue asked "I am able to reproduce once in my life and will only do if the host is suitable. I sense the close bond between you and I shall take her." Oblivious to this silent conversation Joan had moved between Sue's legs and was frantically sucking and licking at her cunt. Inside Sue, a small part of the wamphyri split apart and passed swiftly through her flesh to her crotch. Joan was too intoxicated by Sue's body to notice a small leech-like object emerge from Sue's labia and slide into her lip. Almost magically the creature was able to pass through the women's flesh without causing any sensation. The first Joan knew that something had happened was when her body was flooded with ecstasy rather like a dozen simultaneous orgasms. "Welcome child." It spoke telepathically. "Who are you?" The creature explained as it had to Sue. She smiled in acceptance and recognition. "So now we are sisters!" "Truly you are, now enjoy each other." Joan looked up catching Sue's gaze. Sue could see the look of lust in Joan's eyes. "Feels good, doesn't it," she smiled. With a primal growl Joan fell upon Sue with renewed lust. *** The two women sat at their desks sipping the first coffee of the morning. They shared a room on the third floor of the office block where they provided secretarial support to the managing directors and senior staff of Archbold's Security plc. Life had been amazing since they had merged with the wamphyri. Their wamphyris were able to communicate telepathically meaning that the two women always knew exactly what each other felt or thought. It was as though they were identical twins. Their enhanced abilities gave them strength, an almost boundless lust and an unquenchable zest for life. They felt that there was so much to and because of the longevity of their symbiotes, plenty of time to savour it. The fanatical self preservation exercised by the symbiotes meant that whatever they did, they were unlikely to come to harm. They felt invincible, they lived life to the max. Like Sue, Joan's body had benefited from the attentions of the symbiote. Because Joan had a fuller figure the outcome was an enhancement of her existing features rather than the filling out that Sue experienced. Joan's breasts gained in firmness to an extent that the support of a bra became unnecessary. Her nipples grew to the extent that they had a permanent erectness. Her body acquired a voluptuous sleekness and enhanced muscularity. Perhaps the best description would be Amazonian. Whenever she entered a room all men's eyes would turn to her, she was irresistible. "So did my two fluffy bunnies enjoy their trip to the jungle?" The two girls cringed as they heard the unctuous tones of Rupert Archbold, managing director of the company. Previously a captain in the guards, Rupert was an major irritant - a man who had an over-inflated opinion of his own sex appeal. Under the guise of checking up on his female staff he would take the opportunity to ogle at their feminine attributes or, if the opportunity arose, carelessly brush against them for a quick grope. He has tried on several occasions to take Sue and Joan on a date but up to now they had politely told him to piss off. Less experienced staff gave in to his charms with at least two trainee filing clerks leaving to have babies. Rupert was extremely wealthy which ensured that all aggrieved parties were paid off. Ever since their possession by the wamphyri Sue and Joan had chosen to wear tighter and more revealing clothes. This combined with their enhanced pheromone production had enhanced their attractiveness greatly. None of this was wasted on Rupert. "Oh my, what a lovely view," he husked as he stared pointedly at Sue's cleavage. "Is it my imagination or have those cute little puppies grown since I last saw them." Instead of her usually rude reply Sue decided that Rupert required a lesson. "I don't know if they've grown or not. Do you want to check them out?" Rupert was lost for words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Do you want to inspect mine too?" Joan asked, showing him an even greater expanse of naked cleavage. Her dark nipples were proudly visible through her white blouse. Rupert's brain was undergoing meltdown due to the view of the women's bodies combined with a pheromone overdose. He gurgled incoherently at the offer of two gorgeous women. "Look, why don't invite us around for dinner tonight and you can check things out then." Giving up any attempt at rational speech Rupert nodded and finally gasped, "see you at eight", before rushing off to his office to calm down. Sue grinned at Joan. "Guess who's on the menu," she giggled. "And I like my man flesh rare," Joan smirked. *** Back in his office Rupert slumped in his luxurious leather seat in a daze. His senses swimming, he felt drunk. In a sense he was, Sue and Joan were secreting pheromones at a phenomenal level and these had saturated the atmosphere of their office. To anyone entering office there would be a slight body odour - sharp but not unpleasant. To a sexually receptive person such as Rupert the effect was cataclysmic with the areas of his brain responsible for sexual response going into overdrive. The added stimulus of seeing the women's bodies was almost too much. His heart was pounding, his cock was so erect that it hurt. The prospect of an evening with the women was almost as terrifying as it was exciting. If just looking at them had this effect, what would physical contact do? Rupert, however, was no coward and he relished the challenge. Shaking off his concerns he set about planning the evening before resuming work. Rupert was no cook so he telephoned a top quality catering firm. At a price they agreed to provide a cordon bleu chef who would cook dinner. A second phone call purchased several bottles of vintage wine. The evening would be perfect. *** Sue and Joan prepared for the evening carefully. Before sharing a shower they indulged in an hour of furious sex. Having sex before showering meant that they could enjoy the full flavour of their bodies. At one point Sue had paused from eating Joan's luscious cunt. "Shit you taste funky tonight, I love it!!", she whispered, her face slick with juices. After showering they dressed in matching black dresses - nothing else, just the dresses. "Less to take off," Sue giggled. They arrived at Rupert's place promptly at eight. He lived in a penthouse flat in one of the converted warehouses near Tower Bridge. Huge and fantastically luxurious the place had cost him 2 million. Rupert gasped with pleasure as the girls removed their coats. The dresses gripped their bodies like a second skin, revealing every last dimple and crease. Joan's tits jutted out magnificently, her nipples like hard buttons. "I am so hungry," Sue gasped enjoying the smell of fine cuisine. "Excellent, let's eat," Rupert replied. The evening was going to be fun. Rupert had selected the menu carefully in an attempt to maximise the sexual impact of the evening - he had every intention of giving both of these young ladies a thorough reaming. The first course was 3 dozen Whitstable oysters - in his opinion some of the finest around - washed down with a fine, chilled Chablis. The icy chill of the wine and oysters coupled with the sharpness of lemon juice sent a thrill through the three of them as the raw molluscs slid down their throats. "Fuck," Sue gasped, "this is almost as good as sex." Things got even better as a large platter of prime East Anglian asparagus soused in butter was served. Being a meal which is almost impossible to eat without making a mess, the three of them soon had greasy mouths and hands. Huge blob of butter slipped from Joan's chin and fell between her tits. She shuddered with pleasure as she allowed it to ooze, unctuously, down over her belly. The final course, fresh strawberries with cream. The air was tense and filled with the scent of lust. The two women stood and stripped. "We have a special way of eating strawberries," Sue announced. Taking it in turns, they pushed cream coated strawberries into their slopping cunts and then allowing the other to remove and eat them using just tongue and teeth. Rupert sat mesmerised. He had eased his throbbing cock from his pants and gently stroked it as he watched Sue struggle to ease a particularly large strawberry from Joan's cunt. A thick slick of strawberry juice and cream had dribbled from Joan's cunt and down over her puckered butt hole. But not for long, as Sue slowly and lovingly licked Joan's crack clean. "Time to play," Rupert announced and he stripped quickly. His large cock was rigid and almost flat against his belly has he walked over to the bed. Sue pushed a large strawberry into her cunt and spread her legs wide. "Hungry?" she asked. Rupert didn't need to be asked twice and buried his mouth into her furry mound. Not wanting to be left out Joan sucked deeply on his cock. Rupert was rocked by the scent of Sue's cunt. Not because it was dirty but because of the intensity of the musky aroma of her excitement. Laced with 200% pheromones her juices blew his mind. Never had he been so excited. Using her Wamphyric abilities Joan worked his cock with her mouth and throat. Peristaltic waves in her throat walls teased and rubbed his cock. Rupert barely had time to groan with pleasure before he blew a huge wad down Joan's throat. If Rupert had any thought of having a rest then the girls had other ideas. Using their remarkable abilities they kept him in a constant state of arousal over the next two hours, taking it in turns to be fucked and sucked by him. Any porn movie director would have paid serious cash to have filmed the scene. After half a dozen orgasms Rupert had literally been milked dry. His last had yielded zero gism and had been quite painful. Both girls realised that he had reached the end of his sexual usefulness. Using her ability to metamorphose Sue widened and opened her mouth and throat. She slid Rupert's cock deep into her throat and gathered his balls into her mouth so that her face was pressed flat against his belly. Rupert was dumbfounded - he had been deep throated many times but no woman had ever taken his balls into her mouth at the same time. In spite of his exhaustion he felt deep arousal. Joan was content to nuzzle at his neck, gently nibbling and kissing she sent shivers of pleasure through him. A mental message passed between the women and things changed. Their mouths formed thousands of tendrils of flesh which burrowed deeply into Rupert's body. He realised none of this as the wamphyris injected his body with endorphins, filling him with pleasure. He was filled with one continuous orgasm as his body became drained of blood. He lay their moaning with pleasure until with a rattling gasp his exsanguinated body died. The women purred with pleasure and climbed off the bed, dressed quickly and left. On the way out Sue wiped the glasses with a napkin. "We can't leave the police anything to go on can we?" "All in all, not a bad meal," Joan grinned as the taxi drove them home. *** "Ok, what have we got?" Police inspector Eric Jones asked his assistant, sergeant Mike Peters. "You ain't going to like this guv!" "Yeah, whatever, now give me the facts." "Rupert Archbold, age 42, MD of a security firm, very dead." Peters briefed his boss as they walked into the bedroom where the police surgeon was examining the corpse. "So what did he die of, Colin?" Jones asked. "Exsanguination." Dr Colin Hughes replied. "What?" Jones was a good thief taker but not very bright. "Massive loss of blood," Hughes elucidated. Jones studied the body and the room for a couple of minutes. "Er, sorry Colin if I have a problem here, but I don't see any wounds and there isn't a puddle of blood." "Quite right but from the colour of the body and the lack of post-mortem lividity there can be no doubt that chummy here has been emptied of blood. I estimate he died between eleven and midnight last night so I would expect to see plenty of lividity." "Speak English, for fucks sake," Jones begged. "When the heart stops the blood settles to the lowest part of the body. It pools there forming dark red colouration like bruising. If the body is on it's back, I would expect to see these marks over the back. If the body is emptied of blood then you can't get lividity. Obvious really." Hughes replied as if explaining to a child. "Thanks," Jones replied caustically. "So what do we have?" He was beginning to have a nasty feeling about things. "Mr. Archbold entertained last night. I tracked down a catering company who provided a chef last night - there was an invoice on the table. The chef was told to prepare a meal for three, oysters, asparagus and strawberries. The tricky thing is that all of these can be eaten with the fingers so we have no cutlery to dust for prints. The glasses have been wiped clean. The chef was told to leave the food in the refrigerator and wasn't in the flat when the guests arrived. The bottom line is that we have nothing to go on." "Shit," Jones muttered. He hated tough cases. The doctor pulled off his rubber gloves and walked over. "I'm finished here, I'll get the body to the mortuary - I might be able to tell you more after the post-mortem." *** Eric Jones was a good copper, so good that it had cost him his marriage. Wives don't tend to be impressed when their husbands work all hours they have. He wasn't a saint by any means. He recognised that the world was one of give and take and that it was often necessary to make concessions to the criminal world to make progress. There were more than few minor pimps or drug traffickers who were still out of prison because they were able to help him solve a case. Not the brightest guy in the world, Eric was meticulous and almost always got a result. Mike Peters was of the new school of policemen. A graduate in psychology he had been promoted within 2 years of joining the police and was 'ear marked' as a high flyer. He found working with Eric a useful experience helping him acquire a good knowledge of the real world and helping him develop his copper's "nose". He provided a useful foil for his guvnor giving in return insights into the human condition. One final point, he was gay. *** Jones never liked attending post-mortems - he hated the smell in the mortuary. This wasn't helped by little things like the sound of a saw cutting through a skull. It was therefore in his office that he received the doctor's report. "Well its exactly as I thought, the body has been essentially drained of blood." Colin Hughes explained. "There are no wounds which would account for blood loss. What I have found appears to be a rash over part of his neck and all over his genitals. These areas were also covered with what appears to be saliva. Microscopic examination says that we don't actually have a rash. The skin has been pierced in hundreds of places. There were deposits of vaginal secretions on his face and pubic hair." "Juices eh? Any DNA?" "Plenty but the problem is that the DNA in the saliva and secretions looks human but it has been subtly changed. We have two sets of DNA, both with similar changes. You aren't going to like this but I can't give you a definitive cause of death or any suspects but you are looking for possibly two suspects." "Look Colin, help me here. How about a educated guess." Jones pleaded. "You aren't going to like this either but the marks, piercing of the skin and saliva suggests that he has been bitten and sucked dry." "Bollocks! Are you suggesting he have two vampires in London?" Jones was getting more than a little exasperated. "Look Eric, I'm sorry," Colin sighed, "I can only interpret what I find. I'll give him one more look, maybe I'll find something I missed. You can be sure of one thing, whatever killed him was female." "Thanks, Colin, I appreciate that. Right Mike, let's start with those who knew the victim. Time to visit Mr. Archbold's office and chat with his staff." *** "Well Mike, where do we start?" he asked as they drove to Archbold's office. "I have a full list of staff at the head office, there are fifteen in all. There are two secretaries who work for the senior staff, I reckon we should start with them. They should know all the gossip." They met with Joan and Sue in their office. "I'm Inspector Jones from the Metropolitan police and this is Sergeant Peters." They showed their warrant cards to the women and sat down. "Let's play a little game with them," Sue's voice filled Jane's head. "They don't know it was us, if we give them two different stories, then they won't know what's going on. You pretend to be shy, say you didn't like him, tell it how it was. I'll pretend that thought he was the sexiest thing on legs." "We are investigating the murder of Mr. Archbold and we need to talk to you about him. We need to interview you separately. Could you go with my sergeant?" he asked, pointing at Sue. She nodded and left with Peters. "Now then, tell me about Mr. Archbold, miss.?" "Joan Gregson. What do you want to know?" "Tell everything. What was he like? Did he have any particular friends? Wife? Girlfriend?" "I don't know much about his private life. Well I didn't really like him, he was er... well... slimy. He would creep around looking at the female staff, staring at their er... chests and bums. Sometimes he touched some of the women and he got at least two of them pregnant." "Did he ever try anything with you?" "Yes, when I first started work, but I made it clear that I wasn't interested and that I would have him for sexual harassment. He didn't try anything again." "Have you ever been to his flat?" "I've already told you, I didn't have anything to do with him." Jane managed to convey a blend of anger and dismay. Jones was tempted to believe her but his coppers' instinct wasn't convinced. The interview was interrupted with the sound of Jones' mobile phone. He hissed in irritation and left the room so that he wouldn't be overheard. "Yes," he snapped. He then relaxed as he heard Colin's voice. "Eric, I've found something. You know how annoying it is when you eat a woman out and get her curly hairs trapped between your front teeth? Well our friend Mr. Archbold had the same problem. I've found two pubic hairs, one brown and one blonde trapped in his teeth. Find the owners and you'll find your murderers." "Nice one mate, I owe you a pint." At last he had something to go on. He quickly dialed a number. "Hello, its Inspector Jones. I want a scene of crime officer around to Archbold's Security, immediately. I want pubic hair samples, saliva swabs and fingerprints. Oh, by the way, you had better send a female office, the suspects are all women. Oh, and make that vaginal swabs as well." He returned to the office. "Thank you miss Gregson, that will be all for now but I may need to speak to you again." *** Mike was hearing a different story. "Mr. Archbold was so much fun," Sue began. "he always had a joke with us, he treated us really well. I thought he was drop dead gorgeous." "Did he ever ask you out?" "Yeah, a couple of times. He took me to classy restaurants and a couple of clubs." "And then back to his flat?" "Oh no, he never tried anything at all. I was surprised, I thought he would have tried it on but he didn't. He was always the perfect gentleman." "How did he get on with the other women staff?" Mike asked "Again always the gentleman. You usually expect some slime ball at work to try and chat you up but Mr. Archbold wasn't like that." The door opened and Jones stuck his head around the door. "A word, Mike." They met in the corridor. "Any luck?" Mike gave a quick summary of the interview. "Something's not kosher here. They give contradictory stories. We're looking for women with blonde and brunette beavers and that's what we have here. Let's wait for the scene of crime to take samples." Almost on cue a middle aged woman walked out of the lift. Jones recognised her as being Jean Bealle, forensic scientist. "Ah Jean, that was quick, have you been briefed?" "You want body hair samples, finger prints, saliva and vaginal swabs." "Spot on. Please start with the two ladies in the end office. Oh, and Jean, could you be a little underhand and take the pubic hair sample without them realising?" "I'm supposed to inform them of the samples I take, the evidence would be inadmissible." "I know the rules of evidence," Jones smiled ruefully, "I have a feeling about this case, I believe they're a bit smarter than they let on. I want to try and get an edge." Joan and Sue were mildly surprised when Jean asked them for samples. Their first instincts were to refuse until their symbiotes spoke to them. "No, there is no need to panic. They have nothing. You did not leave your finger prints and I can change your DNA at will. They will never find a match." "There is no need to be concerned," Jean reassured, "the samples are only to screen out suspects in the future." She took the finger prints and saliva samples first. "I need to take some vaginal swabs, would one of you like to leave the room while I test the other." "No need, we share a flat. We know what our fannies look like," Sue smiled. As she rubbed the swab inside Sue, Jean "accidentally", caught a small tuft of hair. "Ouch, that hurt," Sue complained. "Sorry, your hair got tangled in my ring," she smiled as unseen she slipped the hairs into an envelope. Jane also gave a squeak of pain as the pubic hair sample was taken. "Oh sorry, I'm a clumsy mare," Jean admitted. Once the samples had been taken Jean left the room. "I returned your DNA to normal when the took the samples, they will find no matches with the body. They have nothing." The wamphyri gave a hollow laugh. For all their ageless intelligence they failed to realise the significance of the pubic hair samples. Certainly they had changed the DNA in the saliva and vaginal juices but they had not done anything the pubic hair. *** "Something's very odd with your two secretaries," Jean Bealle was on the phone to Inspector Jones. "The DNA in the pubic hair samples differed from those in the head hair and vaginal swabs. Furthermore, the DNA matches the hairs found in the victim's mouth. The vaginal secretions on the body don't match those from the women." "So what does this tell us?" Eric was getting irritated with the case. "First, in all probability Mr. Archbold had oral-genital contact with the two women, second the samples are scientifically inconsistent and three the deposits on his face and crotch didn't come from them." "But did they kill him?" Eric pleaded. "I can't tell you if they did, sorry." Jean replied, hanging up. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!" Eric shouted. "What's up guv?" Peter's had opened the door stood in the doorway. "This case is turning to crap," Eric sighed. "Sit down, listen and weep." "Yep, it certainly is a bit of a bugger," Peters agreed once his boss had finished. "Listen Guv," Peters spoke after a pause for thought, "when we interviewed them one said that she had rebuffed him and the other said that he was always a gentlemen. Both claim that he never touched them but we now know that he ate both of them out." "yeah. yeah. I know all that," Eric interrupted irritably. "So why don't we interview them again and challenge their earlier statements. You never know what they might let slip." "I suppose its plan," Eric conceded. "You take the blonde, I'll take the brunette." *** The two policemen arrived at the girls' flat. "We would like to ask you some more questions if you don't mind," Jones said as Sue answered the door. "Fine," she replied with a smile, "please come in." Mike went with Sue into the kitchen while Eric interviewed Joan in the lounge. "You told me that Mr. Archbold acted light a perfect gentleman at all times, is that right?" Mike Peters asked Sue. "Yes, that's right." "Then tell me, when did you let him have oral sex with you?" "He didn't, I would have let him if he tried but he didn't." Sue was unperturbed, this copper was on a fishing expedition. "I have forensic evidence which proves that Mr. Archbold had oral contact with your genitals. I will ask you again, when did you have oral sex with Mr. Archbold?" For the first time Sue felt a threat. "What evidence?" she snapped. "Mr. Archbold had pubic hair from both your and your flatmate's bodies in his mouth. How do you explain that?" he retorted. "I sense danger," her Wamphyrie interrupted. "These policemen appear to have dangerous information. They must be dealt with quickly." Sue sent a quick message to Joan. "Time to use our feminine wiles to get them under our influence, then we'll kill them." Both women began releasing pheromones in huge volumes, seeking to subjugate the men as soon as possible. Since his divorce Eric had had very little sexual activity, leaving him vulnerable to Joan. He felt a wave of lust flood through his body along with an irresistible urge to have sex with Joan. He stumbled from his seat over to Joan. She gathered him in her arms and kissed him deeply. Eric was lost to her and didn't resist as she first nuzzled his neck before piercing him deeply to drain his blood. The first Mike noticed was a strong, sour smell filling the kitchen. Putting it crudely, it was a little like cat's piss. Instead of seeing him melt, Sue could see no change in Mike's attitude. "Could you answer the question, please?" he persevered. "Kill him now, he is not attracted to you," came an urgent command. Sue snatched a kitchen knife from the draining board and threw herself across the table. Her body hit Mike, throwing him to the ground. He gasped in pain as the knife sliced into his left arm. In desperation he threw up his other arm as she pulled the knife out to strike again. Sue squealed in frustration and struggled to stab him. Frantic for options Mike pulled his leg up fiercely, his knee hitting Sue's pubis hard. She was thrown off his body and lay gasping in pain. Grabbing the chair with his flailing arm, Mike pulled it onto Sue, buying enough time to get to his knees. Sue was far from out of things, her wamphyrie providing her with super-human stimulation. She began to rise, snarling viciously. Mike finally got to his feet and kicked her hard in the face. She fell, albeit only momentarily. "Shit," Mike thought, as she began to rise again, "what's with this woman?" He kicked her again, this time in the stomach. The blow had the added bonus of knocking the knife from her hand and Mike grabbed it gratefully. Sue began to rise again and Mike desperately swung the knife. It slashed through her throat cutting both her jugular and carotid artery. A fountain of blood spurted across the room and Sue slumped back. Gasping for air Mike began to stagger to the door, only to stop in shock. With lightning speed Sue's wamphyrie had repaired the damage and she began to sit up. "Oh shit," Mike groaned. He swung the knife down into her chest. The blade sliced through her perfect breast deep into her heart. The wamphyrie desperately attempted to repair the heart but with the knife impaling it could not stem the loss of blood. With a sigh Sue slumped back dying from loss of blood. In a desperate attempt at self preservation the wamphyrie crawled from her body and lay on the floor. Mike looked in disgust as what appeared to be a large slug crawled down Sue's leg and onto the floor. Painfully it attempted to crawl across the floor. In a moment he stamped down on it with his heel, crushing it into oblivion. Joan knew within a fraction of a second that Sue was dying. She rose from Eric's corpse to go and help. "Flee. you cannot help. m. my brother is dead, we must save ourselves." Mike knelt by Sue and checked her pulse. She was dead. He went into lounge. Eric lay sprawled on the floor, his face the same deathly white as Archbold had been. He checked his carotid pulse to confirm his worst fears. There was no sign of Joan in the room and the door of the flat was open. Shaking with pain and shock he reached for the phone and dialed. *** It was one-thirty in the morning and Dante's Inferno was rocking. Arnie Schwarz, known as Dante by his friends, watched the dancing crowd with satisfaction. Backed by Mob money, Dante's Inferno was the hottest disco in New York. So expensive and exclusive that you had to be pretty damned famous or earn a mint to get on the A list at the door. "Who's the chick?" Arnie asked his Sam, head of security. "Ain't seen her before but she's pretty hot." Arnie nodded in agreement. The girl in question was dancing in the middle of the floor. She wore the briefest of bra and skirt revealing her golden tanned body. No skinny like most of the girls in the place, she had superb muscular definition. She was simply pure sex on legs. "Go over and invite her for a drink," he told Sam. "Sure boss," Sam grinned. Arnie watched as Sam walked up to her and spoke. She looked up at Arnie, smiled, nodded and walked over. She sat at his table. "Hey, I'm Dante, I own this place." "Nice." She replied. "So what's you name?" he asked. She smiled enigmatically, "I only give my name after the first date." "Fair enough. Hey I'm feeling hungry, would you like to come upstairs for a bite?" Joan grinned broadly. "Yes please, I'm simply starving." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 24