Minty (5 page)

Please do not hurt me.
Her head was back on her neck.

Put your hand between your female lips and rub your clit.
The voice was inside.

No, no I can’t. Wait, please don’t hurt me, I will try.
She reached down and found that she was wet and swollen
—
how could she react to this horrid threat? Because pleasure was the reward for the pain.

She tentatively moved her fingers back and forth gently. It felt so good.
God no, I can’t do this to myself. Please no.

Do it faster and harder. Do not be soft, be hard.

She had no choice, she felt herself abusing her own body, pushing back and forth again and again, the voice telling her to do it faster, harder. She felt all the muscles tightening as she came, moisture pouring over her hand. Her breath coming in gasps, her neck muscles tightening. She started to move but the evil voice was there to torture her.

No, do it all again, hard and fast.

Oh God, please no, I am so ashamed. How could I have liked that, please don’t hurt me, please oh, I will do it again, just don’t hurt me.

She pumped again, sure that her body would not react, but the body was its own traitor, and it reacted, the muscles tightened and the nub which was becoming sore but very responsive to the touch began to swell into a tight blood filled blossom and she rubbed, harder, faster, feeling it was not her body, feeling the shame, begging for mercy. She was feeling the greatest approach of a release that she had ever felt. She actually came again, on her knees, her breast pushed out, her head back, her muscles pumped with the release and ecstasy streaking through her as she struggled to stay seated on her heels.

She almost blacked out as she worked to bring precious air into her lungs, to maintain her position on the bed. She heard the wicked voice again and she cried out loud.

“No, please no more, I can’t.” But the voice was there in the dark with her.

Again, harder and faster or I will hurt you.
She had no more tears so she moved her hand again over the tender flesh.

The nub burned, torn raw from her misuse, but it also responded. She felt muscles pulling almost immediately. She felt a pain of one muscle deep in her lower stomach, into her groin, but she was afraid to stop. She was so ashamed, such a coward. Her hand and arm was tired but she gritted her teeth, pushed up and down, rolling the raw nub and the warm red lips wet with the moisture seeping out of her body.

“I can’t, I can’t” she screamed at the dark.

Harder, faster
.

She did what the voice told, the pain at the nub increased the heat, the response of her body. She felt the build of another climax as it finally hit. She felt all her muscles shudder, tighten and pull. She fell over, unconscious on the bed.

He turned, facing away from the road and unzipped his jeans. His erection jerked out with the semen pouring out, ejecting away from his body. He held onto the brick to steady himself until the convulsions passed. He took a large handkerchief out and cleaned himself. He refused to think at this point. He had a few items to clean up. He mentally drifted into her bedroom, opened her door and her blinds. Let her wake up to the dim lights from outside.

He walked away slowly. He did not even want to find a female. He had found enough release. He also realized that it would have been very dangerous for the female if he had really been in that room. He knew he would have taken her in every way he could have thought possible. Fuck, she was so perfect and so desirable, but the worst part was, she would be willing to do whatever he told her to do.

He thought of her tied and hanging, naked in a dark room, him walking around her, touching what he wanted, eating on her fear. He felt the erection and knew he had to change his train of thought. How was he going to get the blood sample? He now knew that if he got his hands on her he probably was not going to want to release her. He rejected the idea of an accident like a car or bus or fall. This was really going to take some mind power and maybe a few drinks. He would put it off until after he helped Rad in a very important local war.

Chapter Six

She rolled over and was aware of several things all at once. She was cold, she had no clothes on, none of her lights were on, but light was coming in through the windows, so she must be late for work. She rose up in a panic, immediately aware of how sore she was between her legs.

She remembered the dream. It had been awful. She got off the bed slowly, looking at the mess of the blankets and her clothes. She headed for the bathroom, on the way looking at her alarm clock. It had a separate battery and showed she had about ten minutes before it would ring. So at least she had not overslept.

As she got out of the shower she found the bottle of sleep medicine and dumped it into the trashcan. That was the worst nightmare she had experienced in years. She was sure as hell not going to take that stuff ever again. It would be better to not sleep ever again than repeat that dream.

She got dressed when there was a knock on the door. It was the building manager.

“Sorry, Miss Macik, but we had some type of horrid power surge and everything got fried. We have insurance, and the power company also was supposed to have this covered, so by the time you get home today I will have everything replaced, including all that fancy backup system you have in your apartment. Please don’t consider leaving
—
you are a good tenant and it was a onetime thing. So don’t worry, don’t worry.” Then he was gone, belt jangling, talking all the way down the hallway.

She looked around, suddenly in a panic that her backup system had failed. Of all times, when she had been under the influence of sleeping medication, for a system failure. She stood, wondered if the lights going off had also triggered the dream sequence along with the medicine. She gathered up everything and left for work.

* * * *

Alex was able to bring in another eight warriors from San Francisco along with one from home, Deck, who wouldn’t leave him except when he gave the male a direct order. Deck was his self-appointed guard and sometimes a pain in the ass. They were already in as part of the whole team. Alex had to have a talk with them, because they had a tendency to feel like they were elite since they belonged to a Council Lord, but once they found out they were fighting with Radames there was no problem. Rad’s reputation was renown so it was a whole different deal. They now felt they had been twice elevated. They would be hard to live with when they returned home
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that was, the ones who lived through the fight to return home.

Rad addressed them. “This is the problem. We have the chance to take them all out and cripple this coven, to the extent that will eliminate it’s forward movement. One of our main problems is avoiding the local police, not drawing attention from mortals, even though we are going to be having an all-out war.”

He looked at the warriors. “Here is what we are going to do. We are going to try to draw them out into separate groups, to have what looks like individual drug gang wars. So some of you will be bait. That will only work maybe two times
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after that we need another trick, so we will try some hit and runs, three guys going after a larger group and running to bring them back to us. Finally, the last will be to just go in, after we have taken out as many as possible. Go in, root them out and dust them. Now I need volunteers for bait first.”

He looked around and smiled his crooked smile. Everyone had stood up or stepped forward.

“Okay, thank you for that.” He looked around agan and selected three to be the bait. These three grinned like they had won the lottery. He started dividing the rest up into strong fighting groups, putting a leader in charge, selecting leaders from both Alex’s and his people.

They were out. Alex and Rad took off by themselves. With their talents, they intended to have faith in their men. They would go ahead and try to get close to the center meeting house to see what readings they picked up to help in the raids.

The first bait deploys worked well. The first two took more dust then they had predicted, but the third proved that they gotten suspicious. They lost a good warrior. It was time for the next phase. Hit and run. By this time the word was on the street that warriors were out, so the rogues were ready to fight or chase any warrior they saw. The hit and run teams worked well. Fighting and taking their own toll until they were outnumbered, they backed up, letting themselves be forced back until suddenly a team was there behind the rogues and surprise
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dust.

The word was out on the street, the drug gangs were fighting. All the drug gangs went into hiding. The police found somewhere else to go so that they did not receive a stray bullet. The warriors did what they were trained to do.

By this time it was still dark, but early morning, with Rad and Alex on the rotting roof of a large warehouse. Rad looked very angry.

“What do you feel, brother?” Alex asked as he stood near his friend. He felt the minds of the nightwalkers down below, in some type of basement. There were only about five in the room. It was clear that this bunch must be the leaders. A couple of these rogues were older, very powerful. The two friends could sense that these leaders had used control and influence on their own rogues. No honor here.

Rad’s voice was a growl. “One of the leaders is Bathromo. I thought the Council took care of him when they kicked him out of Louisiana. But he still seems pretty powerful. I don’t think they took enough of his powers away. We need to dust this fuckin’ idiot once and for all.”

Alex grinned. “Lead on.”

“Well, there are five against two.”

Alex shrugged. “We will try to take it easy on them.”

Some of the fight was easy. Rad and Alex were able to freeze two of the Vamps in the room. Alex did his usual and slit their legs, leaving them helpless, as their mental abilities were not a threat.

Rad faced off against Bath.

“Rad, I did not think we would ever meet again. How is that sweet female?” Bath had balls if nothing else.

One of the others stepped forward and suddenly struck out with his knife exactly in the center of Rad’s chest, except Rad was not there. He had turned to shadow and could not be seen in the room. He was solid, behind Bath with a knife. But Bath moved as soon as Rad disappeared. Rad had to swing sideways, only wounding Bath.

Alex was dodging, doing his slice and dice at the third rogue. He took a swing at the first one who had stepped towards Rad and made a good contact across the man’s back, cutting deep through muscles. He never took his eyes off his attacker, but that male made a mistake, looking at his comrade as the nightwalker slid down from the wound in his back. In that one instant of looking away, Alex had his knife buried up to the hilt in the rogue’s chin.

Rad finally had an advantage with Bath, mainly because of Bath’s ego. He apparently thought the move had put him ahead of Rad, but it had only given him a second longer to live as Rad twisted faster than the eye could see. The silver blade was driven with accuracy into Bathromo’s old, old heart. Then he was dust. Rad stood for a moment, reached down, and picked up a ring from the dust.

“Rad, do you need any info from these jerks?” Alex toed a crippled nightwalker.

“No, do you need any release?”

Alex looked at his friend. “No, I found some last night, I am okay with it.” He stabbed the closest. As the dust swirled, he stabbed the other.

“Okay, let’s go check on our teams.” Rad spoke quietly, walking up the steps quickly. With their speed, both were quickly on the streets looking for their teams. But as there was only some mopping up, it was better to stand and watch instead of interfering.

They sped to another street to make sure all was well and found everything completed and the clothes being dumped in the closest garbage can.

Rad quietly congratulated them all. “A couple days on my credit, wherever. Have a good time.”

Alex first took the time to order Deck, his problem body guard, back to his home. Deck wasn’t happy, but he wouldn’t refuse an order. Next Alex tapped Rex and pulled him aside. “Hey, I have a strange project that involves the pretty little sweet smelling thing we saw the other night. Means I have to act like a gentleman.” Rex looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, I remember how. Don’t give me that look. Anyways, I need you to find and contact her friend, the blond with the big tits. Convince her that it would be a good idea for the four of us to go out tomorrow evening. A nice clean date, a few drinks. We act like gentlemen. Can do?”

Rex grinned. “I’ve had stranger requests. Can I have normal sex if she is willing?”

Alex grinned, “If you can convince her, you can fuck her till her head falls off. I just need some time with the sweet one, to see if I can figure something out. I don’t need you to fuck up their relationship. I might need the fact that the blond likes you, to get us together another time or two.”

“Oh, she will like me. Give me some time on my computer to come up with a phone number. We will have a date.”

Chapter Seven

Minty got another day on the computer, so she was happy. She went in, punched the time card then went to her cubicle. She worked for a couple of hours until Angela came by.