Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Rape, Mind Control, Slavery, Heterosexual, Horror, Vampires, BDSM, Rough, Sadistic, Torture, Slow, Caution, Violent, .
Desc: Horror Sex Story: Prologue - If you set out to kill a vampire, make sure you finish the job. This is the sequel to Blood Lust. If you haven't read it, you might have some difficulty with many of the references and characters. If you found the first one disturbing...well, it's probably only fair to warn you that this one will likely be worse.
In the dead of night, two ten ton army trucks, one hauling excavation equipment, the other pulling a trailer that had a number of generators humming away on its roof, rolled through the overgrown streets of a small abandoned town. They drew to a stop in front of an open foundation filled with charred debris. A number of men in black suits disembarked and gathered in a circle in the light of the lead truck's headlamps.
"You're sure this is the place?" Dr. Nolan asked.
"Yes, sir. The signal from the electronic tracking device is surprisingly clear," one of the other men answered.
"You can call it a bug, Todd," Dr. Nolan replied with a laugh. "I promise that I won't tell the general."
He surveyed the scene sourly: he had so hoped that the bug's battery had died. While a
Part of him was excited at the prospect of actually studying the creatures, he had seen firsthand the horrors that they had inflicted on Pittsburgh. There were some things that man should not know, that they must not know. There were some things that should stay buried.
With a grunt, he instructed, "Well, now that we found the place, I suppose we had better get to work. Get that equipment offloaded and running, but don't dig too deep. The general will have our heads if we cause any additional damage."
Once the basement had been excavated down to within a few feet of the estimated depth of the floor, shovels were passed out. Without any regard for their meticulously neat suits, the men, Dr. Nolan included, climbed into the open foundation and began to dig.
They soon unearthed the remains of several bodies, but a quick examination proved that they were not the ones the men sought. At Dr. Nolan's insistence, the remains were carefully placed in body bags and carried to the trailer. The families deserved closure that could not be obtained if the bodies stayed in this anonymous grave.
"Why are the bodies still here, sir?" Todd asked.
Dr. Nolan answered slowly, "I never really thought about that. I would guess that, in part at least, the local authorities are afraid that one of the ones we seek is alive under this mess, and poking around would release him. They did, after all, believe him to be dead once before, and that assumption came back to bite them." With a wince, he hastily added, "That bad pun was unintended. Anyway, they're also a bit overwhelmed at the moment. It's only been a little over a month since the incident. Cleaning out the massive numbers of dead so that the city's residents can return from the refugee camps has occupied all of their time so far. Finally, I don't think this location is really common knowledge. We never would have found it without the transmitter."
One of the men suddenly called out, "I think I have something here."
Dr. Nolan threw his shovel aside and strode over to the most recent discovery. Unlike the other bodies that they had found so far, this one's flesh, while charred, had not decayed. Kneeling next to it, Dr. Nolan played the beam of a high intensity flash light across the upper jaw. The light reflected brightly from greatly elongated canine teeth.
"Yes. This is one of them. Supposedly, there's two others, so keep looking," he said, his voice tight and carefully emotionless.
As the other men returned to their work, Dr. Nolan carefully cleared the remaining debris from the body and pulled the charred remnants of a wooden stake from its chest. With the rubble removed, it became clear that this was the male. The one who called himself Arthur.
Nolan used a small high speed drill to bore into the body's thigh bone. Taking a sterile swab from his shirt pocket, he tore the plastic cover from its tip and pushed it down into the marrow. After passing the swab to one of the men, he gently eased a plastic tarp beneath the body and had it carried to the trailer.
The inside of the trailer was crammed tight with a wide variety of scientific instruments. The man who had taken the swab earlier looked up from a microscope as Dr. Nolan entered.
"We have viable cells, doctor," the man said. "Weird as hell; exactly like you described."
"Very well," Nolan replied with a sigh. "Help me get the body into the tank."
With the other man's assistance, Dr. Nolan lowered the remains into a large glass tank partially filled with a thick scarlet liquid. Over the next hour, he checked and rechecked various sensors that monitored the contents of the tank. At that time, one of the other men peeked through the door to inform the doctor that, not only were the remains of the other vampires not in the basement, but they were missing at least one regular body as well. Dr. Nolan nodded in acknowledgment and waved the man off. He then returned his attention to the tank and its occupant: there still had been no sign of any metabolic activity.
Curiosity, always one of his weaknesses, got the better of him, and he decided to test one of his pet theories. Opening a cabinet, Dr. Nolan removed a large cage full of rats. Returning to the tank with one of the rodents, he gently raised the body's head above the surface of the fluid and impaled the rat on the long fangs. He held it there until it had gone limp with death and then repeated the process until the cage was empty.
He again turned the beam of his flashlight on the body's face. Some of the previously charred tissue around the mouth was now healthy and pink.
Grimly, he pulled out his cell phone, and punched in a number that he wasn't permitted to keep in his contacts list. He waited for a few seconds while the encryption software synced with that of the receiving phone.
Disposing with pleasantries or preliminaries, the voice on the other end asked, "Do you have it?"
"We have one, General. The others that were reported to be here aren't," Nolan answered.
"Good work, doctor, I knew you were the right man for the job. Can it be restored?"
"I believe so, General, but, again, I would strongly advise against..."
"The proper precautions have been taken. Stop worrying, doctor."
"General, we really have no idea what we're dealing with. The only information we have about them is from a short briefing Detective McNelly gave on how to destroy them, and what we could expect when facing them. If what he told us is true..."
"I repeat. All necessary precautions have been taken. Get to New Jersey."
With a click, the line went dead.