At the Fetish Parasite

The building that we had holed up in was a variety of different things. It was next door to the Los Angeles Theatre Center on the north side of the block. On the ground floor,re wre was a deli facing 5th Street and a convenience store on Spring Street. Above these shops were five floors of low-rent apartments, and above those apartments were five floors of office spaces. Most of these offices were no longer in use. People had found it disconcerting having to share an office building with low lives that lived in the same building. More often than not, offices had been broken into after closing time, and the residents were probably to blame. There was steady stream of the residents climbing the stairs to go to the roof to smoke. This was probably the elderly Latino man’s plan when he met his unfortunate end.

California had passed a law that smoking in any building had been prohibited, whether it was public or private. There had been massive public outrage at this new law but it passed any way. It was proof that politicians no longer ruled for the people but for the lobbyists instead. Now the only place that smokers could go to smoke would be outside or these specialty domes that were created for that purpose. These Smoker’s Dome’s had become more popular than clubs or bars recently, because you couldn’t smoke in either anymore. There had been attempts to make these domes as unattractive as possible to ouraourage smoking.

The floor we were on used to hold the city planner’s office or something to do with civil engineering. The room we were in looked like a storage closet and there was nothing more exciting than old plans and legal documents. Who knew when this floor had last been occupied but the architectural plans looked decades old.

There were plans for the Metro link, which had been abandoned years ago because no one used it. The idea for an underground public transit system in Los Angeles had sounded like a good idea but it drastically failed: we just couldn’t be New York, no matter how hard we tried. In addition, the tunnels were so unstably built that it was more dangerous to the city than help. Streets often would cave in as a twenty-foot diameter sinkhole opened u the the middle of rush hour traffic swallowing up cars and their passengers. On the evening news there were such stories and it gave the city a science fiction feel as the inhabitants expected a subterranean monster had opened a portal to Hell.

We had found some plans to build a casino across the street from city hall, which never came to be, yet was still hotly debated. The idea was that more income would flow into the dilapidated downtown area, but no one wanted to travel into the city when they didn’t have to. The people who lived here didn’t have any money to spend and it would quickly de-evolve into just another slummy building. Moreover, the thought that it might bring more crime to the area never sat well with the politicians. The only reason it had gone that far, in my opinion was that it most likely had mafia money backing it.

However, the most exciting plans had been to demolish the entire downtown area and reconstruct new buildings. The idea had been if they leveled all the low rent buildings, the homeless and derelict would move elsewhere and the city could reclaim their streets. This plan was to go in effect in the year 2020--a few years ago--but it never seemed to pass. It might have been a good idea, if it went through, maybe none of the current events would be happening.

We had nothing more to do than to sit, talk, and wait for Yvahn to get healthy enough to move. After the contents of the small storage area lost their interest, we turned our attentions to the Nubile Succubi. Yvahn told me that Elizabeth was the vampire, who took Nigel, and I had no more than three days to contact them, or he would be dead. He might already be dead but as far as Yvahn knew, he was possibly still alive.

Yvahn was by no means a veteran vampire; in fact, she was only a few years old. She didn’t know many of the secrets of the Succubi lair but since I knew nothing she was infinitely more knowledgeable than I. Most of what she had seen was because of the vampire called Elizabeth, a lieutenant in the clan.

Elizabeth was very powerful and she was the highest-ranking member that Yvahn had seen. Lethian Devilspike was the leader but he was so reclusive that few people ever dealt with him personally.

Elizabeth took charge of the new guild members, and she was responsible for breaking their will. When they got new recruits, they were systematically abused until they could be manipulated to the will or the clan. This had been Yvahn’s first assignment as a full-fledged member of the clan and she had failed; they would never accept her back into the fold. Her leg would heal and, although she would only walk with a slight limp, they would never be able to accept such a fault, because failure was unheard of in their organization.

Yvahn had no choice to strike out on her own and become an enemy of her former home. She told me that there were several levels underground and at the bottommost level was the office of Mr. Devilspike himself--or so she had heard.

As I saw it, we had two options: I could just walk in and meet with the clan, and probably die, or we could break in, save Nigel and kill Devilspike, and probably die. Neither sounded very appealing at this point. If I had a meeting, I would survive longer and might get a chance to scope out the scene before we organized a strike. I would, after all have Yvahn on the outside, but she would be of no help to try to rescue me.

We spent the night brainstorming, and we decided that the best bet would be for me just to go there and see what they wanted. Yvahn would stay there in the room and wait for me to come back. If I didn’t make it back, she was free to do whatever she wanted, although she didn’t like that scenario. She felt bound to me and wanted nothing more than to come with me, but she would only weigh me down. I prepared to leave and she stopped me.

“Wait! Donella, I’ve found something important!”

She pulled me over to her and pointed down at the blueprints in her hand. She had founway way in.



Nigel awoke again, to the sound of the door to his cell opening. This time he knew exactly where he was and it no longer held any mystery. Elizabeth walked in and grinned at him. He should have stood when a lady walked in the room yet he was still bound and wasn’t sure if she deserved that kind of respect.

He was terribly hungry. His captors had used his body last night for their own pleasure, but had neglected to feed him. He wanted nothing more than to have a big juicy steak with a side of chips. He also felt like he needed a bath, his arms were pinioned up above his head and his smelly pits were right at nose level. If he thought his own smell was bad, he couldn’t imagine what others might be thinking of him. Then he realized that Elizabeth was the only other person in the room, and if she was offended, she should do something about it. He would have shrugged if his bonds allowed him that much movement. He still had Aine’s juices on him and he could smell her on his face. His belly was stiff with his crusty semen and it felt like dried glue.

He was just about as miserable as he could ever remember being.

“How is my little pet today?” Elizabeth asked, leering the whole time. Her spiky blond hair looked like cotton wool on a Q-tip that had too earwax built up on it. As she smiled, Nigel thought that her teeth looked unusually sharp. It was probably just an optical illusion brought on by hunger.

“Like total crap,” he said testily, “What are your plans for me? Are you going to kill me?”

“Maybe,” she smiled broader, making her teeth look even scarier, “Or maybe not. I haven’t figured that out yet. It all depends on what your girlfriend Donella decides to do.”

“Donella! She’s still alive?”

“Well, I believe so, now if she is going to come for you is another story.”

Donella was alive.

She was alive and he was bound here. Furthermore, he had been unfaithful to her--although quite against his will. Nevertheless, he had sex with another woman. Elizabeth seemed to know that he was breaking down at the thought and she ran a finger down his side, tickling him gently. He actually felt himself stiffen involuntarily at her touch, just like she wanted him to. She was his puppet master and she enjoyed his responses because he had no more control over it than a flinch.

The realization sank in and Nigel felt the crushing blow of despondency bearing down on his chest. He closed his eyes and wished that he could be alone with his thoughts. Elizabeth was very close to him and he could smell vanilla wafting off her body. She smelled like a fresh baked pastry and as hungry as he was, he wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of her arm. She ran her tongue down his neck not bothering if she tasted Aine’s day old cum on his skin.

“Whew! You smell a little ripe hun. And you taste salty, like a mouthful of sunflower seeds,” she said grimacing at his taste. “I think we can arrange for you to have a bath. Plus I bet you would like to stretch.”

“I’m also starving, is there anything here to eat?” she gave him an amused glance when he said this, “Besides pussy.”

“HA! You know me so well, and you just met me.” She purred as she unclasped his bonds and helped him to sit upright.

“We can see about feeding something more substantial,” She said as she ran her tongue over her razor teeth.

His muscles had atrophied from lying in the same position and he tried coaxing his body in movement. Elizabeth knew that she didn’t need to restrain him because he would be too awkward to move until she got him in the bath. She brought along the handcuffs, if he got rowdy, or if he just wasn’t being enough fun.

She led him across the hall to another door. It opened to a full-sized bath that could easily fit two or three people. Elizabeth drew the bath and added lavender and lilac scented oils to the water. The air started to get thick with a cloud of vapour that was rising up from the bath.

Nigel slid into the hot water and even though it burned his skin, he loved the relaxing feeling as his muscles eased. Where the water crept over his body, his submerged flesh was bright pink from the scalding water. He laid his head back on the cool porcelain of the side of the tub, enjoying the feeling of the pleasing water as the sound reverberated off the tiled walls. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.

He didn’t even notice as the door open and he and Elizabeth weren’t the only ones in the room any longer. A willowy blond walked in, she was wearing a flowing floor length skirt. She looked like a hippy, her billowy blouse was perfectly see-through, and if Nigel was looking, he could see her erect nipples straining against the linen fabric. Behind her was a voluptuous brunette, wearing a skintight vinyl shirt that showed her amazing cleavage and a short skirt. Nigel looked up just then and the two women strode in arm in arm.

“I would like you to meet two of my girls, the beautiful blond is Brooke and the sexy brunette is Gabrielle,” Elizabeth said as she enjoyed her role as voyeur.

Brooke walked over and knelt down beside the tub. Her blond hair was bone straight and it cascaded down her shoulders. She leaned over, picked up the bar of soap, and rubbed it lightly over Nigel’s chest. She stopped to pinch his nipples and she slid her hands across his slippery chest. She found a sponge by the side of the bath and started washing Nigel all over with nurse-like efficiency.

Gabrielle was far more aggressive and she plunged her hands into the soapy water to massage his penis. He felt it stir against her hand and he tried hard to repress his thoughts.

They can’t arouse him! Not while Donella was still out there. He owed it to her.

Gabrielle fondled him gently as Brooke cleaned him all over. He tried his best to stay unresponsive to their touches but he was failing.

Focus, he told himself, Donella would come for me! Or will she? Maybe she was dead, and these two women were very much alive. They were so warm and they were making him so horny.

Gabrielle was splashing the water around and sent a wave across Brooke’s tpareparent shirt making it cling to her chest. She had her firm breasts so close to Nigel’s face that he felt them brush against his chin. He wanted badly to stick out his tongue and lick her nipple through the fabric. Brooke shot Gabrielle an annoyed look at her horseplay.

“I’m going to make you pay for that later,” she told Gabrielle as she finished rinsing off Nigel. Brooke helped him out of the bath and Gabrielle was there holding a fluffy towel for him to dry off with.

Nigel saw that Elizabeth was sitting over in the corner, watching as always. She pulled a cigarette out and lit it, never pulling her attention away from the spectacle at hand. She watched intently like a sideline coach, yet there was only the slightest hint of arousal in her eyes. Nigel suspected that it was more from his will breaking down than from Elizabeth’s own horniness.

When he was finished toweling off, Gabrielle spread the towel out on the tile floor.

“You were hungry right?” she whispered in Nigel’s ear. Her voice was flinty and her lips were full. Elizabeth handed her a bowl filled with various types of fruit.

Was that all he would have to eat? Fruit? He could eat a cow that had been dead a fortnight and lying in a pasture of manure, and they were offering him fruit? Nevertheless, he dove head long into the bowl devouring all types of the fruit without even pausing between bites. Soon he felt his hunger abating somewhat and he felt his strength return.

“Now its time for dessert,” Gabrielle said. Her hair was short and dark, it was cut at chin length, and it caught the lighting in a prismatic effect. She looked up at Elizabeth and she received a tray of chocolate covered strawberries.

These were the biggest strawberries that Nigel had ever seen, and each one was perfect. Gabrielle held one by the stem and brought it to Nigel’s mouth. As soon as it touched his lips, the chocolate melted slightly and flowed into his mouth. Before he could bite it, Gabrielle pulled it away. She raised it to her own lips and flicked her tongue around it. She sucked some of the chocolate off the fruit keeping her eyes on him the whole time. Nigel was amazed how much it looked like the head of a penis--more specifically an uncut one, like his.

His body reacted to this display even though his brain was fighting hard against it. He tried to think of anything that would keep him from having a boner: his Nan in her knickers, licking the inside of a dustbin, even Prince Charles taking it up the arse by Margaret Thatcher in a strap-on. Nothing helped, and Nigel was losing his battle.

Brooke saw how his body was reacting and she grasped his swollen cock in her hands and brought her lips down to meet it. Nigel protested but she wouldn’t listen. She pulled him hard inside her mouth and didn’t stop until her lips brushed his knackers. It felt too good and Nigel feltt ift if she were going to keep this up he would quickly come all in her mouth. He gathered his senses and tried again to get her to stop.

“Enough of your protests,” Gabrielle said, “I know what I can stop your mouth up with!”

She climbed on top of his face and pushed her fanny onto his mouth. She tasted good and she was dripping wet. He gave up trying to object because he knew that she wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway. He realized that he was enjoying this far too much and he couldn’t fight it any longer. He gave into to lust and started kissing and nuzzling her clit, as he enjoyed the feeling of Brooke sucking him long and hard. He eased into a rhythm and darted his tongue in and out of her, when suddenly she pulled off him.

Gabrielle looked down at him and laughed at his surprised expression. Brooke pulled his cock out of her mouth with a clamorous pop and looked up to see what the laughter was all about. She caught the look ongionging in Nigel’s eye and he started undulating his hips. The girls looked at each other and the giggling continued.

They overpowered him, and he knew it. He was at their will. Nothing he could do would prevent them from molesting him. He was embarrassed and angry with himself but after all, he was only a man, and these were beautiful women. He tried to gain his composure and stroke himself off, to prove that he didn’t need them but they slapped his hand away.

Gabrielle took the handcuffs from Elizabeth and cuffed is hands together to the claw-foot of the tub. All three woman sat back to watch him writhing in his discomfort. How cruel! Did they plan on getting all hard and just leave him here?

“You poor thing,” Gabrielle purred to him, “What’s the matter, are we giving you blue balls?”

“You’re evil Gabrielle,” Brooke rebuked her gently, “I feel bad for this poor sod.”

“Well, if I’m evil you’re prissy,” Gabrielle said as she pulled Brooke closer to her. She pulled Brooke’s sopping wet shirt off over her head. Her nipples were like hard pink nubs and Gabrielle pulled them into her mouth.

Brooke arched her back and thrust her chest out further to facilitate Gabrielle’s furtive tongue. Brooke lay back on the ground and pulled off her long skirt. Gabrielle kissed the milky flesh of Brooke’s stomach and Nigel saw that she was covered in g bum bumps. The peach fuzz hair on her belly caught the misty air and Gabrielle dragged her mouth down to the part in Brooke’s legs. Gabrielle pulled her arms under Brooke’s legs so that they rested over her shoulders. As soon as Gabrielle’s mouth started suckling on Brooke’s clit, she emitted a soft moan. Nigel wished that he could be the one pleasing her but he was just forced to watch. Gabrielle slid two fingers inside Brooke and thrust them in and out, as she continued to suck. Brooke responded by bucking her hips and lolling her head from side to side.

After a moment, Gabrielle pulled her skirt up around her hips and flung off her own shirt. She climbed up on top of Brooke, lay in a 69 position, and nibbled gently on Brooke’s nether lips. Brooke’s cunny was facing Nigel and he had a perfect shot of watching Gabrielle’s mouth cup the mound of her sex. They seemed to fit like hand in glove; where one body ended, the other began and these two women looked like they were molded to fit each other. Gabrielle had continued to plunge her fingers inside Brooke and Nigel watched as her hips rocked up to meet Gabrielle’s lips. Her legs shuddered and Nigel could see that Gabrielle’s fingers were glistening with Brooke’s dewy fluids. A spasm thundered through Brooke’s body and she screamed as she came, entwining her long legs over Gabrielle’s head pulling it harder into her cleft. Gabrielle sat up off of her anve hve her a kiss on the lips, as an ovation for a job well done. Gabrielle’s mouth was slick with the creamy froth of Brooke’s cum.

“Now, its my turn to cum,” Gabrielle announced, and she eyed Nigel. “Do you think you can suck me off as well as she can?”

Nigel no mut mutely wanting nothing more than to be apart of this orgiastic escapade. She mounted his face again and he felt the clamminess of her fanny on his mouth. Her arse was facing his head and she starterokiroking hmo.nff. He lapped up her crack and tongued both of her holes. He knew that some of the wetness was her own juices and the other was Brooke’s spittle. She moaned and sat back up and stopped fondling him, much to his dismay. He wished that he could grab her hips, because he thought that she might be mean again and pull away from him like before. He wished that Gabrielle would replace her hand on his throbbing knob but he thought that even without any other stimulation he just might be able to cum just from eating her out.

Brooke, meanwhile, had recovered from her orgasm and moved over to Nigel’s prone bodNigeNigel couldn’t see her because he had Gabrielle’s round arse in his face but he knew she was there when she slid her cunny on top of his erect cock. She sat down hard on him and he plunged deep inside her. He braced his feet on the floor so he could thrust his hips up in the air as she was riding him. Brooke wrapped her sinewy arms around Gabrielle and kissed her as both of the women let Nigel satisfy them. Nigel felt himself edge closer to a climax and he bit down hard on Gabrielle’s clit as he did. She gasped and pushed her entire weight down on his face to insure that she too would cum.

Nigel came in a fury inside of Brooke but he still had the presence of mind to finish Gabrielle, who quickly followed suit. Gabrielle pitched forward with her orgasm clutching Brooke to her chest. They rolled down onto the ground and continued hugging and kissing long after they both were satisfied.

Nigel was amazed at how close these two girls were, and he thought that this wasn’t the first time they had fucked. They were obviously lovers and after they had came, they lay there caressing each other, forgetting that anyone else was in the room.

Before long Elizabeth un-cuffed him and led him back to his cell. This time she didn’t bother fettering him into his bonds, she just lef his his own devices in the room. He saw that he had been left some blanketd a d a full set of clothing. She had also left some books and magazines, as well as a reading lamp.

Nevertheless, he was still her prisoner, and she reminded him of that fact when she loudly locked the cell door behind her.



I circled the headquarters of the Nubile Succubi. I debated whether I should just walk up to the front door and knock or if I should try stealth.

Yvahn had found the blueprints of plans to build a train station under the building and it wast unt unfinished. They had never completed it because the trains stopped running before it was finished. Yvahn explained that there was makeshift trash chute that ran from the top floors to this tunnel. They had used it to dispose of the discarded bodies of their victims and there must have been a heap of corpses littering that tunnel. I had found an easy way in; I just had to find a way down into the abandoned train tunnel. If I could enter the tunnel and climb through the chute, I could possibly find Nigel to break him out.

That seemed like another impossible feat though. I better save this idea for Plan B.

My only hope seemed to lie in actuallyng ing in and demanding that Mr. Devilspike grant me an audience. I needed to see what he wanted, and try to bargain for Nigel’s release. My chances were slim but that was all I had to go on right now. If he denied my request, I would try to leave and then I would try Plan B. I steeled my nerves and walked up to the front door.

I never made it there; I got within five feet of the door when I felt a hand around my neck and another over my mouth. A powerful arm encompassed my throat and I was being dragged backwards, I lost consciousness before I even hit the ground.