Nadia Queen of Blood Ch. 2

Jason had been overseas on business for weeks and Nadia was alone in the Manhattan apartment he owned. She had come to rely upon Jason to bring her food instead of hunting it down herself and she had started to think she had begun to rely on him too much. It was already late afternoon and the sun had disappeared behind the horizon of shattered tower blocks. Outside the temperature had soared and the denizens of the ruined city were overheating. Nadia climbed out of her coffin and strolled naked in to the kitchen. Inside the monolithic refrigerator was an ample supply of human blood for her to drink in his absence. Nadia wasn't looking forward to what was essentially the un-dead equivalent of a TV dinner, so instead of drinking from one of the pouches, she cut the plastic open with a knife and let the cooling contents spill all over her bare body. She loved the effect blood had upon her flesh. It made her very relaxed and with Jason being absent, very horny. As she lay down on the cool tiled floor she started to rub the blood in to her milk white skin. It was her desire to bath in human blood that had first brought the nocturnal Countess Ruko to her three centuries ago, and it was the Countess who had eventually imbued her with the gift of immortality.

At first blood had no effect on her mortal body, and it was quickly apparent that the blood of virgins did not stop the aging process as the legends of her homeland once told. But now in her vampiric state, whenever she applied the blood to her flesh it seemed to absorb it like a lotion. She bathed her arms, then her stomach, rubbing it deep into her flesh. She proceeded to apply the crimson balm up across her ribs until it reached her full and luscious breasts. Then she proceeded to rub the blood onto her legs, rubbing with both hands. As she reached the tops of her inner thighs, she was starting to get very aroused, writhing like a crimson snake upon the floor. She started to rub her clitoris in a circular motion through the thick red liquid and then slipped her index finger into her pussy. At the same time with my other hand she was fondling and squeezing her own breasts. She was going mad imagining it was Jason's hands fondling her. Her climax came quickly, but it was all over too soon and she sighed. There was no substitute for a big and willing cock, just as there was no substitute for body fresh blood. Suddenly Nadia had an idea.

Hernandez and Merryweather stumbled out of the standard issue Ford Enforcer on to the broken asphalt of the dock road. Ahead of them in the dusk a SOC unit was busy setting up a cover over the latest body.

"You know," said Hernandez. "People get killed all the time down here, hundreds of them. These days we just register it and move on. What's so special with this one Mez?"

Meryweather looked at her over his spectacles.

"The pattern. It's the pattern that is special. This area is mutant territory. They kill each other all the time. Like the old gangs they use lots of noise and bravado, but essentially they lack subtlety. Guns, knives, garrottes and even explosives are favoured. But exsanguinations and beheading are cult, or even occult practices."

"Ex what?"

"Exsanguinations Hernandez." He explained to her. "The draining of human blood"

She gave him that affronted look he liked so much. He'd tried not to find her attractive but he hadn't managed it. Since the day she introduced herself to him, still in her street uniform, he had fought hard not to let himself wonder what it would be like. Her breasts had been quite visible as he caught himself peering down her shirt as he stood up to greet her. They were perfect olive skinned orbs, straining against the dark blue cotton, and her thick black hair had glistened in harmony with her sweat soaked skin. Even now in the familiar black suite of a detective she looked almost edible.

"Why didn't you just say you stuffy limey," she scolded with a smile. "Polysyllables don't impress me college boy."

He laughed and ducked under the tape. Below the canopy there were some lights already in place. The harsh artificial beams beat down on the body. It was obviously the remains of a young man, naked save for a piece of sacking that had been used to transport him there in a clandestine manner. As he had expected there was no head, just a stump of a neck that had been cauterised.

Hernandez watched him study the scene. She still felt squeamish around corpses despite seeing dozens of them every week. She had found herself a little distracted lately. Despite Merryweather's senior rank she had realised he was in his early thirties, only a few years her senior and despite his slightly bookish manner he was a good-looking man with a nice tight butt. The previous evening, in the bathroom of her small apartment, she had been bringing herself off with the showerhead. She had pressed the smooth plastic phallus between her legs and turned on the faucet until it was very warm and she could sense the vibrations of the water running unevenly through the hose. The tiny jolts combined with the overall tension of the day had made her lips pucker and swell quite quickly. To her amazement she suddenly pictured him as she climaxed. She was shocked to find herself imagining him pushing his cock inside her, and forcing her down on to her bed.

Suddenly there was the crackle of automatic gunfire followed by an explosion. The detectives threw themselves to the floor. Merryweather reached over and dragged the sacking from the corpse and rolled it up. Stowing it under his arm he made a break for the Enforcer closely followed by Hernandez.

It wasn't long before the taxi had delivered her to the hotel. On the way she had heard the sound of gunfire, and towards the river several of the already wrecked buildings blazed out of control. The cab radio was tuned in to one of the news bands and she could hear the reporter's doom-laden tones describing the carnage. A gang of mutants had started the blaze and had opened up on the emergency services with automatic weapons when they arrived at the scene. Nadia sighed at the thought of all that blood going to waste. Mutants had no style.

She passed the heavily armed doormen and drifted through the lobby in a black velvet hooded cape. She obtained her key from the desk without her face being seen and she paid with cash she had taken from Jason's over flowing safe.

In her suite she undressed and put on a bathrobe. For a few moments she admired the splendid antique classical décor, and she wondered how it had found its way in to such a modern, almost soulless building. She then rang a number from the large leather bound directory on the bedside table.

An hour later she opened the door, and there stood Lana and Mandy, mobile beauticians. They both had fantastic bodies. Lana was a blonde, about five foot ten with a plump, curvy figure, and a very heavy pair of breasts. Mandy was five foot eight, a brunette with a slim body. Her breasts were small but firm.

"I'm sorry to call you out so late," Nadia said apologetically. " I have been asleep all day. Last night was a late night."

"That's okay, Miss." Said Lana," We have nothing planned so we don't mind working this evening."

Hernandez leaned back on her chair, folding her arms behind her head. Merryweather looked at her, stealing a surreptitious glance at her nipples in clear relief beneath her blouse.

"So what's with the sack Mez?"

He unfolded it and pointed at one corner.

"I recognise this," he said pointing at a small patch of red and blue ink. "It's a waste disposal company logo. Darius Drainage."

"Jesus Mez, do you have no life?"

Merryweather tilted back, feeling his nipple inspired erection push against the underside of the desk.

"I recognise it because I use them. They specialise in grinder and macerator waste. Since it became illegal to dump kitchen food waste in the drains a lot of people have switched over to trash capsules."

"I just collect all my shit up and put it in the dumpster," said Hernandez looking at her very own paper mountain piled up in her in tray.

"DD leaves you a reel of sacks and takes the full ones away every week. Each sack has a code number because they charge you by the bag. The guys read the bar code with a scanner and it charges your account straight away. Several of our bodies had sacking wrapped around them and it is similar to this."

"So each bag can be traced to a specific address!" shouted Hernandez excitedly.

"Yes. Put simply it does. If you have the barcode."

"Do we?"

"Most of it."

Nadia watched them walk into the lounge room. Lana had on a pair of shorts that just covered her nice round bottom and a clinging t-shirt. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, it was visible from beneath her thin top, but her nipples still stuck out. She was really showing off her body as beauty therapists tend to do and Nadia's planned to make full use of both their bodies before she ate. Mandy also had on very similar brief shorts and a cardigan with short sleeves. Anyone looking carefully enough could plainly see her pert breasts from the side. Nadia felt quite strange, and realised that it had been so long since Jason had fucked her, that these two girls were really turning her on as fun rather than food.

They sat down at the table and the girls worked their magic on Nadia's three hundred year old face. It only looked thirty. She particularly enjoyed it when Lana slipped open the robe to wax her bikini line very thoroughly. Nadia was sure she could see the little trickle of juice sneaking out of her own quim. At one point she was convinced that Lana had deliberately stroked her pussy without any hypnotic encouragement.

When they had finished, even with the air conditioners working hard, it was hot and Nadia suggested to the girls that they might wish to join her in the Jacuzzi to cool off.

"We'd love to," said Mandy, clearly sinking beneath Nadia's spell " But we didn't bring any bathers".

"Don't worry," Nadia smiled, dropping the robe. "We're all women. We can bath naked."

She proceeded to walk out to the huge bathroom, allowing the girls to get a good look at her slinky naked body. Lana and Mandy followed her. They proceeded to take off their clothes. Mandy climbed in to the tub first, followed by Lana. Then Nadia lowered herself in to the cool bubbling water between the two of them.

"This is fun," exclaimed Lana.

"Yes it is nice," Mandy agreed.

Nadia reached out below the waterline and let her fingers caress the two young women's thighs. Neither of them responded in a negative way, if anything they were both unusually amenable to Nadia's activities without hardly any mystical influence. Nadia then felt Lana's hand on hers and felt her fingers being guided between the young woman's labia. Lana purred.

"Me too," whispered Mandy through cherry red lips, guiding the older woman's hand to her pussy. "We usually do each other when we can't find decent cock, but this is cool. Weird but cool!"

Nadia obliged, slipping her fingers deeper in to them both, filling her nostrils with their scent, intensified by their sexual activity. She longed for both their blood and their juice.

Mandy tilted her head sideways and started to kiss Nadia on the lips, whilst Lana gently caressed Nadia's swelling nipples. Then the vampire felt each girl responding to her with a hand. Before she new it two very well manicured and vigorous fingers were in her pussy, pulling it open from each side.

"A three-way finger fuck!" giggled Mandy. "Its awesome."

Nadia had to agree, as more and more of their fingers wriggled their way in to her pussy and she stroked harder on theirs. It was Lana that came first, juddering to a climax as Nadia forced a third finger in to her slit and ground down hard on her clitoris with her thumb. Mandy followed quickly, but neither of the girls gave up their own assault on Nadia who managed to sustain another couple of minutes of delightful fingering before she surrendered to the final delight.

" I'm going out on to the balcony to lie on a towel." Suggested Nadia. "I love the warm night air on my body. Would you like to join me? Were very high up and no one will see."

They both nodded and climbed out of the water. The silver streams running off their irresistible curves. Lana and Mandy towelled themselves off and walked out on to the massive balcony. Nadia lay face down on one of the recliners. The smell of the burning city blocks reminded her of the wars of her childhood and the charred bodies of executed peasants that littered the cart tracks around her fortified home.

"Could one of you girls rub some lotion into my body?"

Lana came over and said that she would. She rubbed moisturiser into her hands and then proceeded to massage the lotion on to Nadia's back and down her arms. She then squirted more lotion into her hands and began to rub it onto the bottom of her legs, moving up to her behind. Her sensuous hands were driving Nadia crazy. She slowly parted her legs, so Lana could get inside. Her hands started to rub on the inside of her thighs. Then she felt one of Lana's fingers brush against her clitoris momentarily. Lana then rubbed Nadia's bottom, her strong fingers probing her cleft, and one of them dipping gently into her sphincter. Only an inch or two, but enough to make Nadia stiffen with the surprise.

" Oops," she giggled. "Sorry about that."

"Don't stop!" hissed Nadia.

Lana hooked her finger, stretching the inside of Nadia's chute, then bending down to lick around her rim. Nadia felt the young beauticians finger probe deeper and then twist. She could sense Lana's knuckles grinding against the soft flesh of her buttocks as she rotated her hand from side to side. Nadia reached back and pulled her own ass cheeks wide apart so Lana could concentrate on fingering her enthusiastically. Nadia made primeval noises as the orgasm slowly rose up inside her and Lana bit her lip in concentration.

"God I'm cumming!" exclaimed Nadia, with her pussy wet with desire and her butt hole full of probing finger.

"There. All done!" said Lana as Nadia's climax subsided. "Mandy, would you like some lotion too?"

"Okay," said Mandy.

Lana went over to her and started to massage the lotion into Mandy's body. As Nadia lay on the chair, she could see the girls out of the corner of her eye. Lana's hands were rubbing Mandy's inner thighs and tight little bum.

"Well, who's going to do me?" exclaimed Lana.

Nadia jumped at the chance.

"Which side are you going to lie down on?"

"On my back," said Lana mischievously as she draped herself on the chair. Nadia applied lotion to her hands and begun by rubbing it into Lana's wrists and arms. She then squirted some lotion onto her belly and breasts. It looked like generous spatters of Jason's cum. Nadia imagined him ejaculating on to her face, as a little the liquid fell short and on to her breasts

"That tickles!" laughed Lana.

She then proceeded up to her chest and gently massaged the lotion into her luscious, full breasts. Nadia's fingers circled her nipples. There was a smile on Lana's face. She seemed to be enjoying it. Nadia then proceeded to add lotion to her legs, slowly rubbing her inner thighs; 'accidentally' brushing her neatly trimmed pussy at every stroke.

"Well, we are all moist," Nadia, grinned, finding it hard to prevent her slowly emerging vicious teeth from protruding.

Mandy smiled and glanced at Lana

"Lie back Miss. Lets see just how moist you are?"

Lana knelt behind Nadia, and Nadia rested her head on her knees. Mandy eased Nadia's legs apart and rested her oily hand against her pussy lips. She eased them apart, gently probing them with her index finger, running it up and down Nadia's now very wanton slit. Nadia felt one finger probing her pussy tunnel, then a second, then a third worming their way in. Gently Mandy slid her hand back and forth.

"This isn't normally part of the therapy," whispered Lana looking down at Nadia and stroked her forehead.

Mandy bent her head down and started to tease Nadia's clitoris with her lips, at the same time continuing to finger fuck her. After a while Nadia could feel her quim relaxing, then contracting as a fourth finger made its way in to join its companions. Mandy wasn't really stretching her. Over the years Nadia's pussy had been subject to many instruments of pleasure and torture. Vampires healed quickly and always seemed to return to the form at the moment of their changing. Mandy's hand was so slender Nadia was convinced she could easily manage her whole fist. Nadia then realised that this was what Mandy intended. Lana watched, fascinated and envious that her tight little slot could barely take three fingers with comfort. Nadia couldn't have rung a better number if she had ordered whores. Suddenly she could feel Mandy's palm pushing in to her, then her thumb knuckle. It was marvellous, Nadia's pussy rippled with orgasmic delight. She slipped herself forward until her pelvic thrusts inched further along Mandy's hand. Mandy was very happy too, her free hand rubbing her own clitoris very hard. Nadia felt a major climax wash over her as the last of her the beauticians hand had all but disappeared and she sat up to watch her own cum trickle out on to Mandy's wrist. Mandy laughed, pushing her forearm back and forth with speed, enhancing each orgasmic wave of pleasure streaming out of Nadia.

It was at least five minutes later when Mandy started extracting her sopping fingers from the vampire's well-reamed tunnel. Nadia had cum enough, now she was really hungry and leaned forward as though to kiss Mandy's neck and instead bit deeply in to her. Mandy panicked and started to scream. Nadia clamped one vice like hand across her mouth and continued to suck loudly. Lana sprawled forward to divide the two women, but without even breaking of from her feed, Nadia's fist connected with Lana's nose sending her tumbling backward unconscious. Mandy whimpered as her life's blood drained away. No matter how she tried to struggle she simply couldn't move. The last thing she saw before passing out was Nadia's face, which was more like the muzzle of a wild animal stained with blood. Lana lay on the floor stunned, with her nose bleeding badly. She tried to raise herself up, but another blow from Nadia made her slump to her knees and fall forward against a chair.

"Well!" said Merryweather in a satisfied manner, putting the receiver down in to its cradle. "DDs were still open. The chap couldn't give us an exact address from the fragment. But there was enough to give us a building. It's a converted office block in Manhattan. One of the few that escaped the worst of the war. Only fifteen separate residences to visit in the morning."

"I think we should get a drink," suggested Hernandez.

"I think we deserve one!" her partner replied

To Be Continued...