Leonora's Tale: A Shakkan Universe Story

Essemoh Teepee© 2014-2018

Chapter One

I knew it was going to be bad when the third guy appeared. He was short, broad and heavily muscled. With the look of a bull terrier, small eyed and mean.

“Where'd she come from?” Bulldog asked the two youths pinioning my arms by my side.

The one I had named Pimples said, "We watched the club like you said, Swash, she was the first looker that came out on her own."

"We let a couple of slappers go," the second youth’s grin was brown and his breath stank.

Swash came up to me, he couldn’t have been more than 5’6”, the top of his head was just level with my eyes. He snatched at my hair, pulling my head back so the light from the grimy overhead lamp shone full in my eyes.

"Freckles, I like freckles, are they all over love? The hair colour looks real,” he said turning to grin at Teeth.

“Are you a ginger bitch, does your bush match your thatch?” he said, pulling my head forward and looking into my face.

“We'll see soon enough." He let go my hair and I shook it out.

He really pissed me off, I have very pretty strawberry blonde hair; it is not ginger! My body hair is my business, anyway I went Brazilian lately.

"She'll do fine lads,” Swash said. “Take her down below and get her ready.” He turned away and then spun back around.

“No one does her before me, mind. I'll cut your balls off if you touch her before I have her. You understand?" he glared at them both, “I'll not have your sloppy seconds.”

"Yeah, sure thing Swash," both youths nodded quickly.

"You need to let me go," I said, "I'm expected at a party and I'm already late. If I don't turn up soon some of my friends will come looking for me."

Swash looked at me, then at the boys and laughed.

"And how they gonna find you sweets?"

"This is my private place, isn't it boys?” he said, looking at Teeth and Pimples who just nodded again, “You don't even know where you are, do you?”

Swash came up to me and stood with his nose to my chin. I could smell cigarettes and cheap mints on his breath.

“You ain't ever gonna be found bitch, your tight little ass is all mine now.” His tongue darted out to lick my neck, despite my best efforts I flinched and he chuckled.

“Get on with it boys, I'll be down in five," he said, turning and walking toward a door. “Remember, I get to fuck her first.”

It had been worth a try. I had told him the truth, given them all a chance. Whatever happened now was not on my conscience. It was all going to end in tears if I didn't make my appointment.

Teeth and Pimples forced me to stumble through another doorway and down a steep, narrow flight of uneven wooden stairs.

It was really all Judith's fault I was here. She delayed me in Damon’s after I dropped off their publicity proofs. She insisted on telling me every tiny detail of dumping her latest lover for cheating on her, sleeping with a man no less! Personally, I thought that leaving the woman nude, handcuffed to a hotel bed; covered in honey and whipped cream together with a couple of half starving stray cats was a little extreme, very funny, but definitely harsh. Judith has a real a mean streak.

But she had made me late and I was rushing to get to the Giving. Without me there things couldn't get properly started and my friends could get very short tempered if they were kept waiting. So, I was in a hurry, not properly concentrating and I missed seeing these two clowns.

They grabbed me from behind; one slapped a cloth over my mouth, stuffing it in as I tried to shout out, a dark bag over my head, very neat, very practiced. I was dragged a short distance and pushed onto the gritty floor of what was probably a small van. We drove for about twenty minutes or so. I was rolling around on the floor so much I couldn’t keep track of the turns, then they carried me the short distance to this place.

It smelt damp and old but I couldn't guess which part of the city we were in. It was going to take a little time for my friends to find me so I would have to play along with these assholes after getting the call out.

The hem of my little black dress had ridden up to my hips in the struggle. It was not very dignified, face-down on a grimy old hospital bed in the middle of the cellar with my ass in the air. My underwear was a little too lacy and insubstantial for this sort of exposure. Panties didn't normally last too long at Givings so there was never much point in wearing more than a thong. My hosts were getting an eyeful and their comments were pretty ripe.

Ignoring the physically impossible suggestions they were proposing I looked around. Three video cameras, expensive top of the range models like the ones I sometimes used, were on tripods spaced around the bed. An equally expensive lighting rig hung from the crumbling concrete ceiling. Four stained ropes dangled from the corners of the rusty bed frame.

"Hey Red, you’re gonna be a big star," Pimples said.

"Yeah, real movie star," Teeth agreed.

They grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. My legs were twisted apart as they pulled me over and my hemline finally hit my waist, ah well at least my thong had a little more material in the front.

"You don't want to do this boys, it's not worth it," I tried to sound reasonable.

"Shut up, bitch,” Pimples said, “Swash lets us have a piece of his women after he's finished with them, anything we want to do. I've never had any ginger pussy before," he reached to grasp my calf.

"I'm looking forward to doing you."

"I come very expensive; you may not want to pay the price, little boy."

Pimple's broad smile faded slightly.

"Don't call me a boy, bitch. I'm gonna have you for free. You might not want to piss me off 'else you might regret that smart mouth.”

Teeth laughed, "Yeah, you’re gonna get it real rough Red, he don’t like mouthy skank."

This pair of fuckwits were not the brightest lamps in town. Perhaps there was still a chance I could talk them around.

"Look guys, if you take me home now I can give you money, a lot of money and I'll give you both the wildest ride of your lives."

Teeth spoke first, "Swash already gives us money, and we get to shag you anyway, as much as we want."

"Swash would hurt us bad if we stiffed him, real bad," Pimples said.

“My friends are much worse than Swash, boys. You don't want to meet them when they're angry, just trust me on this."

"Tough shit Red, your friends just aren't gonna find you, ever," Pimples sneered.

I thought they might be intending a bad end to this, Pimples just confirmed it. I could identify them all and abduction rape was good for a long stretch in one of Her Majesty's finest hotels. A strong incentive to bury the evidence, bury it very deep.

I needed a little help from them and some time. I writhed invitingly on the bed trying to entice them a little, instead my Necklet fell from my cleavage. It caught Teeth’s eye and he made a grab for it.

"This is a real crap necklace Red, looks like lead that's melted," he tugged hard jerking my neck. No way was it ever going to break.

 "It's not worth anything but it has sentimental value." I said part truthfully. Teeth yanked again, almost lifting me off the bed, it is good thing I don't bruise easily.

"Yeah, well it's real ugly, you can keep it!" He said, impatiently letting it drop back onto my chest. I relaxed a little. Pimples had been taking off my shoes while I was talking to Teeth.

"Careful with those Jimmy Choo’s, they cost more than your van."

"Don't worry Red you won't need them anytime soon." Pimples said.

Nice, I thought, put me at ease why don't you. Teeth had produced a wicked looking combat knife from somewhere and was coming towards me with it, serrated edge uppermost.

"There's no need for any blood here, boys let's just all calm down, huh?"

For some reason they both found my plea hilariously funny, laughing fit to bust!

"Shut up you stupid bitch, I'm not gonna cut your lily-white skin." Teeth slid the upturned blade under the hem of my best little black dress. He sliced it from bottom to top with a sawing movement, the cold metal of the blade touching my skin as he ran it along my belly and up between my breasts.

I was mortified I had only worn the dress twice; it looked really good against my fair skin. The little shit would have to answer for the damage somehow. Teeth flipped the severed material to each side, exposing me. I don't often wear a bra, my breasts are small enough not to need one but I don’t get uptight about it, I get to pick from all the prettiest when I do.

"Nice tits Red, you chilly?" Pimples asked. “Look at them nips, big as my thumbs.”

"They're like a little girl's," Teeth said, "Swash usually likes his jugs bigger'n that."

"Well I like 'em."

I could get to like Pimples I thought, he showed the glimmerings of good taste, then he went and spoiled it.

"Hurry up, cut her knickers off. I want a taste of ginger pussy before Swash gets here."

"Swash said we weren't to do nothin’ to her," Teeth said but still slid the evil blade beneath one side of my thong, a sharp sawing cut and the tape parted, then the other. He clawed the lace scrap from me, tossing it to the floor.

"Lookit that!" Pimples said, "She's shaved smooth, and she's got a stud in it!"

"I ain't ever seen a pierced twat up close before," Teeth said.

Both bent over me and Pimples reached out a grubby finger to touch the Mark. A delicious tingle ran up my belly at his none too gentle probing.

"It looks like the same stuff as her chain," Teeth said.

He was just a little too observant so I spread my thighs wide and raised my hips slightly, fully displaying the Mark piercing my now engorged clitoris.

"Do you like my jewellery boys? Want to play?" I ground and bumped gently, their eyes following the movement of my hips.

My hands were still taped behind my back, I needed them to cut me free and I needed them to cooperate just a little more.

"If you untie me we can play all you want."

Teeth said, "She's like that one that enjoyed getting hit. She asked for it too. I wanted to give her one up the ass but she didn't last long enough."

"She was an old slapper, you weren't here when Swash finished her,” Pimples said. “Swash said she wasn't good for much more so he did her early, she was a real fucking screamer.'

If I had any doubts that just wiped them out, these bastards needed to die, I thought. How many women and girls have they terrified, abused and then murdered. I had lost what little sympathy I may have had for them, they deserved what was coming.

"Come on boys I'm waiting for you and I'm all wet," I half twisted onto my side pushing my bound wrists out while at the same time raising one knee and moving an ankle to show off my charms, gently circling my hips to keep them interested.

Teeth slid the knife blade between my wrists as Pimples slid his hand along my inner thigh, only stopping when his index and forefinger slid into me to the first joint. An involuntary gasp escaped me as the penetration caused a thrill to run along me and a familiar heat began in my belly. I could be a real slut sometimes, no discrimination.

The big blade sliced through my bindings, freeing my arms and I slumped back to the bed as Pimples' thumb rolled the Mark against my bone. I could not stifle the moan or control my hips from writhing against his palm, grinding the hard metal stud into my sensitive flesh.

It was important this was done quickly to give me as much time as possible.

I spread my legs as far apart as possible, forcing my heels into the bed and arching my back, groaning for effect as I moved against Pimples' groping fingers

“God this one's hot,” I heard Teeth say as he watched Pimples twist his fingers into me inserting a third, fourth and finally his entire hand up to his knuckles. I ground against him writhing around his penetrating fist. The pressure in my stomach was rapidly growing. I needed just a little more.

“Use your thumb. Touch the stud, pleeeze,” I whined at Pimples, twisting harder against his fist. He obliged, withdrawing a little and rolling the Mark again with his free thumb.

I screamed as the waves of orgasm piled high and crashed over me, drowning me with their release.

I imagined I saw a bright flash of light flame from the dully glowing metal of the Mark, the flame running up along my twisting torso, bathing my breasts in a cold fire, flaring from my erect nipples and then being sucked back into the pendant nestling there. The twisted metal chain lay between my heaving breasts, a tiny blue white light glimmering deep inside the cratered and twisted teardrop it supported as I slumped back onto the bed.

Now all I had to do was just stay alive a little longer.

“Shit, what she do?” Teeth said.

“Got fucking cum all over me,” Pimples said, wiping his hand on my torn dress.

“I'm sorry boys; you didn't give me any choice. You should run now before it's too late,” I panted.

“You're fucking cracked Red, Swash is gonna do you good and then give us a piece of that hot twat, now shut up,” Teeth said as he grabbed my wrists, clumsily wrapping the rope around each one and tying me to the bed. Next, he loosely secured my ankles so I was spread on my back.

I saw Pimples sniffing his fingers. He said, “She smells spicy, like you get in those flash coffee places.”

I heard a sound on the stairs.

“It's called Cinnamon boys, I'm a real sweetie, doncha wanna taste me?” I said, lifting my hips towards them. They both looked at each other, mouths dropping open and then came towards the bed.

“What the fuck are you bastards doing? I told you if you fucked with her I'd kill you!” They both jumped back from the bed like startled rabbits and whirled around. Swash reached for Pimples grabbing him by the throat, squeezing so the boy's watery brown eyes bulged even more. Pimples managed to squawk out,

“Nothin', Swash, honest we didn't do nothin'. She's real horny, fuckin' beggin' for it; she came all over the place with us just gettin' her knickers off. She's even got a fuckin’ stud in her pussy, look.”

Swash dropped the squirming youth and came up to the bed to stand over me. He was wearing a grimy blue terrycloth robe. I writhed slowly for him, a sensual wave from my jutting breasts to my smeared thighs. I opened my mouth and moistened my lips with just the tip of my tongue, and said in my best 'come and get it' voice,

“They were about to take a taste; do you want to taste me too?”

Swash's eyes were glittering like splintered glass, his lips parted. As he bent over my groin his filthy robe parted and his thick, stiffening body presented itself to my view, for a short man he did not disappoint in other areas.

I felt rough stubble like sandpaper on my inner thigh, chin greasy against my skin, warm breath on me. I could only see the top of his head over my stomach, pink scalp showing through his close-cropped hair. I couldn't help reacting as a warm, wet tongue touched me, flicking at the stud piercing me. His head dipped again and he repeated the action, much more slowly this time, his tongue separating me, dipping into me and then coiling around the Mark, sucking it and its surrounding flesh into his mouth.

My pelvis lifted to him as he gently bit down, the heavy pressure building inside me flowing toward that single spot. I gave myself up to the overwhelming oblivion and heightened reality of orgasm as his mouth moved against my most sensitive flesh.

I came again. This time the energy discharge was more intense and my pendant glowed for several seconds.

Swash jerked his head away from my groin, his lips glistening and wet from me.

“What the fuck...” He said staring at my chest and the now dim pendant.

“Look! It happened again,” Pimples said. “There was a light like that before, Swash.”

Swash stood away from me, an appraising look on his face. Then he said,

“Get the cameras on boys, this one is gonna be real money-maker,” and slipped off his robe.

Fully naked he gently stroked himself with his fingers and thumb getting harder so that he jutted stiffly up against his well-muscled stomach thick, curved and dark red with blood.

Oh well, I'd taken bigger when I had to but he didn't look like he had washed in a while. He pulled a close fitting black silk hood over his head, holes for eyes and mouth like a ski mask. As he came closer I could see the stitching, it was very neatly hemmed and I wondered if it was Swash who had needle skills.

The camera floods came on, making me screw my eyes up against the glare, as Swash climbed on to the bed and positioned himself over me.

“No foreplay for our viewers?” I asked, hoping to get him to talk first.

“You're wet enough already bitch, I want you tight and squealing, like a virgin sow getting stuck by an old Boar,” Swash snarled and plunged his hand into me, rough fingers parting me to take his hard body. I couldn't stop myself crying out sharply as he entered me in a single, strong movement. He was stretching and penetrating me until he came to a sudden stop, both our bodies colliding with force enough to drive the air from me in a shuddering animal like grunt.

“Yes, yes, yesss,” Swash grunted, keeping time with his plunging thrusts.

 He stank in my nostrils of cigarettes and stale sweat and his skin was greasy on mine. But he knew what he was doing, stroking more slowly along the sweet zone and grinding against my groin with his pelvic bone, sending waves of sensuous electricity up through my body. I arched my spine and opened more widely to accept him, all of which was pretty much outside my control, my volition and the imperative of the Mark blurs at such times. Despite my distaste of the oily little man I was going to climax again, it was what I did.

His next entry was much slower and deeper, the smooth extent of him stretching me fully, touching me inside at my deepest point. I moaned again as he slowed to a stop, still inside me, grinding into me, making contact with all of me inside and out.

The warm liquid pressure inside burst and I cried out in ecstasy, the blinding light blazing from between us, energy flowing up my body from our joining into my pendant glowing like a white-hot coal on my chest. I closed my eyes tightly, I had heard the rushing wind and I really didn't want to see what happened now. I just wanted it to be over.

I could faintly hear Teeth and Pimples screaming as Swash was plucked from me, I gasped as he pulled wetly from inside me. He screamed then and continued to scream until all three of my abductors suddenly fell silent.

After a little more silence, the aftershocks of orgasm had died down and I cracked open one eye. A monster loomed over me, its terrifying mottled grey head close to mine. It had a sharp lipless beak of a mouth; bony jutting cheekbones hard and angular below a trio of bulging amber eyes, lidless and shot with red and green flecks. Single black pinpoint pupils in each were all glaring at me. Three long bony fingers, tipped with broad black nails gently touched my still shuddering breast, flicking casually at the nipple as a voice, rumbling deeply in my head said.

“ARE YOU WELL LEONORA FELIX, I DID NOT FIND YOU AT THE APPOINTED PLACE AND TIME? BUT YOUR MARK CALLED ME TO YOU.”

“What took you so long?” 

The thing looked away from me and I heard in my head.

“I HAVE DISPOSED OF THE CARRION AROUND YOU; THEY SEEMED TO BE KEEPING YOU FROM ME.”

“They were assholes.”

“CAN YOU TRAVEL FOR THE GIVING OR DO YOU WISH OUR CONGRESS TO TAKE PLACE HERE?”

You always knew where you stood with SHAKKAN. The daemons either killed you or fucked you and I intended to live for a good while longer yet. I sighed deeply,

“Here is as good a place as any I suppose,” and lay back on the bed as my saviour made its preparations to feed.

I would have to remember to ask it to untie me when it had finished, they often forgot.

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