Lamia (14 page)

“It doesn’t always work like that.  People get too comfortable when the
y
can rely on handouts.  They need fear as well.”

“Nobody likes to live in fear,” I said, in one of my braver moments.  “There’s no excuse for violence!”

“So you disapprove of my way of life then?  All right, I’ll give you an example.  Alejo told me in confidence that a friend of one of the mountain-men had been having sex with one of the young wives of a small village.  He claimed that he was working directly for the Lamia and if he didn’t get his way
with her
then he would
report
that the whole village was siding with the coffee growers.
  Her husband had no choice but to let him do anything he wanted for the sake of the village; such is the power of legend.  What would you do to such a man?”

“I’d cut off his balls,” I replied without thinking.

A flicker of a smile passed over Lamia’s lips and I felt safer knowing that she had won that round.  I judged that it could have been dangerous to have come out on top.

“There was a tense feeling as we entered the village.  I had not mentioned anything to the others but Alejo secretly pointed to the girl’s house.  The offending man had joined us to reinforce what he told them about working for the Lamia.
  I stopped suddenly outside the house, raising my arms in a mystical way.  The villagers were suitably impressed as I approached the building, put my hands on the walls and announced that something was very wrong in the house.  The husband came to the door and I asked him why he hadn’t come out to see the Lamia.  He told me that his wife had a headache.
  I asked him for a cup of water, into which I poured some liquid from my pack.  I told her that it would cure her headache and watched as she drank it.  I told her to wait outside while I talked to her husband.

I shut the door and asked him what was wrong.  At first he wouldn’t tell me but after I put my hand on his head and pretended to read his mind, it all came out.  He told me that he couldn’t bear to sleep with his wife any more, always thinking of her with that man.  I told him that the man didn’t work for me and that the Lamia always watches over her people.  I asked him if he wanted the Lamia to make it stop and
to undo the wrong that the man had done.  He shrugged, not believing that such a thing was possible.  I placed my hands either side of his face and looked into his eyes.

‘Do you believe in the Lamia?’ I asked.

‘Yes,’ he said.

So I told him to wait outside, guard the door and send his wife in so that I could talk to her.”

“I’m guessing that his wife didn’t really have a headache,” I said.

“Of course not, any more than I gave her a real pain killer.”

“Well what did you give her?”

“I gave her the
second
most powerful aphrodisiac
I have ever
come across
.  It’s made by mixing extract of coca with two different poisons.  I came across it on a trip to Bolivia when I found an injured old medicine man on the side of the road and treated his wounds.  He said that he couldn’t pay me (even though I said I didn’t want anything), but that he would give me something worth much more than money.  There, on the side of the road he gave me the recipe.  One of the poisons is used to speed up the initial reaction
and the other one mixed with the coca extract makes the feeling last for hours.”

“So why did you just give it to her and not to both of them?”

“I did intend to give it to both of them but then I came up with a much more intriguing idea.  As soon as she came in, even in the dim light of the room, I could see that the drug was beginning to take effect.  I told her that I was going to take away everything the man had done to her.  I asked if she trusted the Lamia and she said she did.  I cupped her face and kissed her lips, one at a time, all the way across.

‘Do you love the Lamia?’ I asked.

Then she kissed me fully on the lips
and I knew my idea had worked.  I ran my fingers over her erect nipples and asked if there was anywhere else she wanted me to make better, now that her lips were healed.  She quickly removed her top and I ran my tongue over the biggest pair of nipples I had ever seen.  I asked if they were feeling better as I sucked and massaged her breasts.  She told me they were getting better, so I carried on for a little while longer.  Finally I noticed that her hips were thrusting against an invisible object.  She was unbuttoning her shorts even before I asked her where else needed my attention.

‘He hurt me here,’ she said, guiding my head down as I struggled to pull off her shorts.

Then she lay down on the bed and moaned.  I stood looking at her for a few moments, taking in the curve of her hips and her slim waist.  She looked about eighteen and beautiful as I watched her writhing on the bed, knowing she was all mine.

I nibbled on her thighs as I worked my tongue down her legs, finally slipping it inside her.  Then I worked up to her clitoris, sucking on it while I slipped a finger inside and massaged her G-spot.  Her thighs clamped my head and her heels were pounding on my back as she panted the words ‘it’s nearly better’ over and over.  When she finally climaxed I had to put my hand over her mouth so her husband wouldn’t hear her.

I lay next to her on the bed, kissed her and told her that her body was now clean of the other man.  I asked her if she was ready to give herself to her husband again.  She nodded but I already knew the answer through seeing her hand moving under the blanket.

I walked outside and beckoned two of the men to me.  I whispered to them about the traitor in our midst and they singled him out and held his arms while I got two men from the village to hold his legs.  I pulled down his shorts and grabbed his cock and balls together, listening to him scream as I squeezed them hard.  Then I beckoned to the husband and as he approached I gave him my hunting knife.

‘Don’t cut my fingers,’ I warned.

It took him a moment but he took the knife and covered my hand with his, aiming the knife at the base of the man’s cock.  The man struggled in panic and screamed as the sawing action of the knife severed his manhood.  The husband
wiped the knife and returned it to me before dropping
to the grou
nd and kissing my hand.  I stood him up and told him I had taken away everything that man had done.  Then I told him that his wife was waiting for him.

As the screams of the man writhing on the ground died down, new screams came from inside the house and I knew that my work was done.  I ordered the men to help the locals dig a pit to bury the body while I took Alejo into the forest to help me gather some herbs.”

“Lamia you’re unbelievable!”

“Not really.
  When I first saw the husband I was wracking my brains trying to find a way to have him as well!  He was gorgeous!”

“No I mean you’ve just sanctioned a murder and then you go to pick herbs!”

Lamia laughed at my apparent misunderstanding of the situation.

“We weren’t picking herbs,” she said with a smile.  “I had just watched a man being killed.  Outside of killing him myself, that is the strongest aphrodisiac there is!  I needed Alejo’s tongue inside me
!
”

By now I was speechless. 
What had happened to the shy young Maria.

“You look shocked.  Do you think I shouldn’t use my servant for such things?  We nearly got caught one time when I dragged him into my room.”

“What, when Mateo was in?  What could have possessed you?”

“I was becoming addicted to the danger.  Alejo was terrified!  I had just stepped out of the
shower in my gown when I called him in.  He was kneeling in front of me sucking at my clitoris when the door knob rattled.  Alejo rolled under the bed which fortunately had the sheet hanging down that side.  Mateo had come to tell me about
having booked the holiday
I
had been nagging him about.  He said he was tired when I began to unfasten his belt, but I said that he only needed to lie back and relax.

I tugged off his jeans and he lay across the bed, his legs drooping down and his cock standing erect.  I knelt down, sliding the slippery end between my lips.  He moaned as I teased him by sucking each of his balls into my mouth as I stroked his cock.  My hand went under the bed and found Mateo’s head
.  I gripped his hair and forced his face against me.  It gave me an indescribable thrill to have Mateo’s cock at one end and Alejo’s tongue at the other.  As Mateo was reaching climax he pulled my head over his cock and
pumped
it in and out.  At the same time I pulled Alejo’s head harder against me
and
with two
fingers
in my anus, I was brought to
climax.  Mateo simply thought I was playing with myself but I’ve rarely felt so aroused as I licked the final drops from
his
cock while Alejo licked the last of the slime from my hole
, pulling me to him with his two fingers.

Mateo and I lay together for twenty minutes or so before he left my room.  I had to calm down Alejo who was still trembling, but I told him that he did exceptionally well.”

I was trying not to react to the sexual descriptions so I asked her about the holiday; something I hadn’t considered her doing.
  She told me that they spent a week on the beach, relaxing like any other couple.

“I was constantly finding ways to impress Mateo.  One old couple were becoming a nuisance by trying to convince the farmers that they need not fear the Lamia as she was not real.  Mateo was with us this time as he wanted to see for himself how the locals treated me.  We caught up with the couple in a village and they immediately began shouting that I was just a woman and that nobody should be afraid.  Mateo stepped forward to grab the man but I pulled him back, saying that I would handle him.

The man was highly agitated and stormed up to me, accusing me of being just a girl and poking me with his finger.  This was my chance to impress Mateo, as well as the villagers.  I gave the man a steely look.

‘You dare to touch the Lamia!’ I shouted as I pushed him away.  ‘Then you die!’

I plucked imaginary spears out of the air and impaled the man with them as though they were real.  His body jerked and he fell to the ground amid gasps from the crowd.  As he
twitched
and contorted himself into the next life, the people dropped to their knees
in front of their queen.”

“Wait a minute,” I said.  “Are you now trying to tell me you’re a magician?”

“Magic is only an event that can’t be explained.  The villagers couldn’t explain how invisible spears could kill the man; hence it was magic.”

“So how did you really do it?”

She smiled, got up and gave my shoulder a squeeze.  Then she picked up her pack
and removed what looked like a ring made of some kind of thin vine.  It matched various other bangles and rings she was wearing.  I examined the ring and I noticed that instead of a stone, it had a vicious-looking thorn. 
Upon closer inspection I noticed that the tip had been cut at an angle, leaving a sharp point.  She removed another and placed it on her finger.  Then she punched me on the shoulder.  The punch did not hurt but it shocked me that she should do such a thing.

“Did that hurt?”

“No, but why did you hit me?”

“Look inside your shirt.”

I opened my shirt and noticed a tiny puncture wound, made by the thorn.  She took a
small
bottle of clear liquid
from her pack.

“One drop of this will kill a man instantly,” she said.

I looked again at my wound.

“Don’t worry,
there was no poison in
that one.”

“What is the poison?”

“It’s a kind of batrachotoxin we extract from coresine beetles.  We use it as one of the ingredients in our pain killers.
  When purified, and especially if we add an accelerant, it can kill a man inside thirty seconds.”