Blood Ties
Copyright© 2009 by Dreadpirate Tom
Chapter 35
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 35 - 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.
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 Violence
December Twenty-fourth
1:00 p.m. EST
9:00 p.m. local time
Abdul-Azid stretched and exited the plane into the King Abdulaziz International Airport of Mecca. His frustration over the long delay resulting from some sort of engine problem faded immediately as his feet touched the ground at the outskirts of the most holy of cities. His feeling of tranquility deepened as he bathed, trimmed his nails, and shaved his head: the ritual cleansing that marked the start of his pilgrimage.
Finally, in Ihram dress, the white, seamless, two-piece garment required to be worn by all pilgrims to the city, whether they were there for Umrah, the minor pilgrimage, like he was, or Hajj, the major pilgrimage, which he had missed by less than a month, he began the long trek to his accommodations near al-Masjid al-Haram, the Grand Mosque in which he would continue his pilgrimage the following morning by circling the Kaaba.
He could have taken one of the city's many private taxis, but walking the very ground that Muhammad had trod upon roughly thirteen hundred years before filled him with too much awe and reverence to choose any other means of transportation. As he walked, he found himself gawking like a child: the city had grown so much since his youth and even since his last pilgrimage several years before.
The huge clock atop the recently completed Abraj Al-Bait Towers read well after midnight when he drew close to his destination. He had stopped to chat and pray with several of his fellow pilgrims when the squeal of tires drew their attention.
A large tractor trailer, one of the endless streams of trucks that brought food and goods to the residents and pilgrims in the city, had come to a stop near the Grand Mosque. The doors of the cargo container that it pulled on a flatbed were flung open from the inside and men boiled out into the street. Seconds later, he saw the muzzle flashes and heard the chatter of assault rifles.
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