A Succubus For Christmas (20 page)

He had to pause, assess his injuries and gather his strength. He had to try and work out how many twitchers were around him. Were there just the two carrying him or were there others?

Did they know he was still alive? Was he a prisoner or was his body just food to be dragged off to some larder?

Should he bide his time and wait to see where they were taking him? If he waited too long he might find escape become impossible as the twitchers took him into the heart of their stronghold.

He wondered what had happened to the others. They must have lost the supermarket. He hoped Verhoeven had managed to shepherd enough of the men back to the plaza. Verhoeven wasn't military, but he'd worked in Carmel's fire service before the catastrophe and had a solid head on his shoulders.

It was still grim. Grim enough for Heinlein to gamble on biding his time until the twitchers took him to wherever they were going. Maybe he could inflict real damage at the heart of their lair.

The twitchers continued to drag Heinlein across the barren terrain.

It was day, or at least whatever passed for day in hell-space. The sky never got brighter than a deep brownish-red.

* * * *

“You were lucky to get discharged when you did,” Robert Cameron said one night. He was on leave and had come over to share a few beers with Heinlein.

Heinlein said nothing. He was fairly certain being left with a face like a Frankenstein's monster's ugly kid brother in no way qualified as 'lucky'.

At first Heinlein thought Cameron was yanking his chain when he started telling crazy stories about scientists figuring out how to open a doorway into a dimension adjacent to ours, but then he saw the expression on his friend's face. He was sane, serious and the experience had scarred him deeply.

“How bad?”

“Makes Iraq look like paradise,” Cameron replied, taking a long chug from his can. “They tell you it's just unusual predators, their equivalent of lions and bears, but I ain't ever seen a lion or bear show as much relish in taking a man to pieces as these horrors. I've seen men, good men, deliberately mutilate themselves in order to avoid being sent back.”

“Jesus,” Heinlein whistled.

“The scientists don't know what this place is. Some think it's a parallel universe, others think it's some kind of manifestation of the collective human psyche. Personally I think they found a way to open a door right into hell itself.”

* * * *

Was that what had happened to Carmel? Had some egghead pressed the wrong button somewhere and sucked the whole town into hell. One morning the inhabitants of Carmel had woken up and found themselves in hell-space. He wondered if the same fate had befallen the entire world.

Heinlein didn't know. The twitchers had begun attacking soon after and all his energies had been devoted to trying to keep himself and the other survivors alive.

The ground started to lean downwards and Heinlein stared ahead through the bloodied strands of his hair. The twitchers were taking him downwards into some kind of cave or giant burrow.

Was this their lair?

The twitchers stopped and talked to each other in a series of glottal grunts and clicking sounds. They looked humanoid and had the faces of crazed little monkeys, but their movements–all stop-start twitches–put Heinlein in mind of insects.

The twitchers took him down through a series of tunnels and into a large underground cavern. What was this place? Heinlein thought. The walls looked too smooth to be rock and they shone with a soft hue somewhere between pink and cream. It looked organic, like the mother-of-pearl interior of an oyster shell. The floor of the cavern was even shaped a little like the inside of a shell. It was smooth and curved down into a central depression.

There, lounging in the centre of the cavern, sat an unholy hybrid of beauty and obscenity.

It was a hell-space demon with the top half of a beautiful naked girl and the bottom half of a pink slug, or maybe a fat eel. She sat on a bed of her own writhing coils and stared at Heinlein with a smile filled with sultry menace.

“So you're the one who's been killing so many of my children,” she said in a musical voice filled with strange tones and harmonies.

“And you're the bitch who's been eating all the folk of Carmel,” Heinlein growled back.

The twitchers on either side of him chittered angrily and forced him down onto his knees with sharp kicks to the back of his legs.

She rose up and opened her arms. Purplish-pink hair cascaded down onto her shoulders. Two long horns grew out from the side of her head. They were adorned with glittering gold chains and jewelled hoops.

Heinlein felt a tugging motion behind his back and realised one of the twitchers had pulled out a knife and was sawing through the remnants of his clothes. A few savage tugs and Heinlein's clothes were ripped off his body.

The demon looked at him and slowly licked her full lips.

The two twitchers shoved him and Heinlein tumbled over the lip and into the depression. The surface was so smooth he slipped and slid straight down to where the demon waited at the centre. His feet came up against something soft and slick that both gave and pulsed with liquid movement.

Her body.

He tried to jump to his feet, but before he could a thick flexible tail slithered around his body and wrapped him in a slimy embrace. Despite his struggles Heinlein was forced off his feet and into the heart of the squirming coils. Her flesh–slick and soft–moved above, below and around him. The air was thick with her scent, a musky odour like the aftermath of sex.

Heinlein continued to struggle as her coils forced his legs apart and his arms out in a cruciform pose. She held him immobilised on a bed of her own soft body. Heinlein watched as her upper body rose up between his outstretched legs.

“I don't eat your people,” she said. “I love them.”

Her body rose higher, changing from the slim upper body of a beautiful girl to the soft lower body of a slug or grub. A long vertical slit with fleshy lips opened up in the centre of her swollen reddish-pink flesh, dripping with juices. The pungent smell of sex grew stronger.

She pushed her soft lower body forward and ground it against Heinlein's crotch. His cock and balls were soaked in her warm juices.

Was she trying to fuck him?

Heinlein felt no arousal, only disgust. He struggled against her coils. Her body was soft, but there was so much of it. It was like being held down by heavy bags full of water.

An image jumped unbidden into his mind. It was one of the survivors, a pretty girl, recoiling from him in horror, her face filled with revulsion. She'd apologised immediately. He'd startled her. They were always apologetic, but Heinlein never forgot the naked disgust he saw on their faces when their guard was down.

“I know how it feels,” she said, rearing up and running her hands up her body to cup her full breasts. “Is this face not beautiful? Are these breasts not beautiful? But they see only the monster. We are both beautiful freaks.”

“I'm nothing like you!” Heinlein snarled. He thrashed his body and felt the coils tighten around him. A soft fold gripped the back of his head, holding it motionless.

He felt an involuntary stirring in his crotch. The thick fleshy lips of her pussy sensed his increasing arousal and began to gently stroke his stiffening cock.

“That's it, feel my love,” she whispered.

She's not a woman.

Too late. The demon gently guided his erection between the plush lips of her vagina. Muscular contractions pulled it deeper into a tight channel and began to throb along its length.

“Yes,” she sighed, breaking the embrace and sitting upright. Her lower body pushed down against him, drawing his cock deep inside the soft sac of her body.

What the fuck was he doing?

What the fuck was he doing with his cock in that loathsome body!

The demon closed her eyes in bliss. Her soft body undulated beneath him like a waterbed. His legs were pushed further apart as the sac of her body swelled up. The demon sighed as her body suddenly contracted. A frothy wave of juices gushed out of her vagina and splattered over both their bellies. The air was filled with the pungent tang of her sex. Against the wishes of his mind Heinlein's body remained aroused.

Her thick fleshy labia folded inwards, pulling his cock deeper into the fleshy centre of her body. Soft muscular walls surrounded his cock like thick cushions and began to gently squeeze.

Waves of contraction ran through her body as she rose and fell on Heinlein, smearing more of her juices across his stomach. Within her his cock was completely slathered as it slid back and forth against her tight cushioned walls.

“Yes, doesn't that feel nice,” she murmured. Soft liquid sounds came from her body as it pushed against his.

It was more than nice, Heinlein thought. The gentle throbbing contractions were squeezing and sucking on his cock and steadily taking him to the point he might actually come inside the horror.

Her soft body squelched against his, coming away with sticky strands of mucus with every up and down motion. Deep within her pussy glands squirted more of her lubricating juices over his cock.

He was going to come. He was going to come inside her loathsome body. He felt his body grow tense within her coils

She sensed he was approaching orgasm and the undulating contractions increased in strength and frequency. The thick cushioned walls of her vagina squeezed down on his cock and throbbed along its length.

She forced her body down on him. Powerful muscles gripped his cock and began to suck. Heinlein moaned through gritted teeth as he exploded within her in a shuddering orgasm that went on and on, stoked by the powerful pumping action of her vagina as she milked his spurting cock.

Afterwards Heinlein lay back on the soft bed of her coils. His body felt weak and floppy as if all the tension had drained from it. It had been so long.

The demon lifted her soft body up off of him and his shrinking cock flopped out of her pussy in a puddle of their mixed juices.

What had he done?

The stink of the aftermath of their sex was all around him. Guilt flooded through Heinlein like a tide. How many of those monsters had he just fathered? How many twitchers had his burst of sperm brought into the world? He had to kill her.

The demon's eyes closed in ecstasy as a series of powerful undulations ran through her soft body. Heinlein was pitched around within her coils. He heard sounds from within her–soft squishes and gurgles–as the organic machinery of her body came to life.

It was starting, he realised in horror. His sperm had given her the fuel to power the egg-laying factory of her body.

“I'll kill them all,” he said. “All the horrors you've forced me to father.”

“You misread my intentions, lover. My body is reading the secrets of your body from your seed. It's learning how to love you better.”

The slippery coils of the demon squirmed around his body, bringing his legs back together. The demon moaned in pleasure. Her vagina gaped and Heinlein's nostrils were once again assailed by the organic musk of her sex as slippery juices gushed out onto his legs.

The demon moved backwards and her tail coiled around his ankles, bringing his feet together. They lay against the thick fleshy labia of her pussy. Heinlein watched in horror as the labia of her pussy gaped wide and then came together on either side of his feet. She gave an orgasmic sigh as the soft lips gripped his feet and pulled them inside her.