Out For Blood 6

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Martins left the library just as it was closing and headed back home, the sky had darkened and the wind was beginning to stir; yet another storm was on the way. He hadn’t even thought about getting caught in the rain, what would that do to him? He hurried through the streets looking over his shoulder at the storm clouds; they seemed to be chasing him. He had to get back indoors before the rain fell.

Martins had cut through an alley to use as a short cut; he was only minutes from home when he noticed black spots appearing on the ground. Up ahead he saw a doorway, it was a deep recess, deep enough for him to shelter from the rain. He ran into it and pushed his back up against the wooden door, it was the rear entrance to a bakers shop. Martins then heard heels clacking rapidly on the ground, someone else had the same idea. A woman of about forty with blond wavy hair and wearing a red dress was now stood next to him.
‘Wow!’ she said breathlessly. ‘Looks like we just made it in time there honey!’

Martins said nothing to the woman, he knew she was a Whore, he could smell it on her. He stood there as the rain began to bounce off the ground, and even though his level of anxiety was hitting maximum, he couldn’t stop watching it.
The woman moved right up to Martins and reached out with her left hand and began to rub his groin. ‘What do ya say we have a little fun, kill some time maybe?’

‘Remove your hand woman.’ he said sternly.
But she carried on rubbing. ‘That aint what Willy wants’ she said feeling him stiffening.
Martins felt it too; he was the hardest he had ever been before. He grunted low as she began to squeeze him harder, then she turned to face him and using both hands she unbuttoned his flies and pushed her right hand inside.

‘Hmm, you are a big boy.’ she smiled.
Licking her lips and kneeling before him she took him into her mouth, Martins moaned as her teeth grated over the tip of his penis again and again. He put both hands at the side of her head and gripped her hair. The woman made muffled noises in complaint but kept on sucking him all the same, and becoming more vigorous with each movement; Martins then lifted her up by the hair.
‘Hey!’ she cried. ‘Not so fucking rough!’

Martins gripped her by the shoulders and spun her around, then pushing forcefully on the back of her head he bent her over. He then lifted her dress and pushed himself deep into her. She cried in pain at his size and brutality, but he didn’t care. He pushed harder and harder, and with both hands gripping the back of her dress he pulled her back onto him with each forward thrust. Then grunting like an animal he burst inside her, his orgasm was so powerful it was almost painful. When he’d fully ejaculated he was breathless, and his throat was dry.

She turned back to face him as she straightened her dress. ‘That’ll be two dollars honey!’ she stated as she held out a hand.
Martins smiled at her, and then with his left hand he gripped the hair on the left side of her head and pulled it to her right. He could see the blue veins in her neck, that was exactly what he needed right now.

She struggled with his hand trying to free her hair. ‘What the fuck are ya—.’
She never got to finish the sentence; Martins bit down on the side of her neck and pulled away ripping it open. He opened his mouth and placing it over the gushing wound he drank passionately. The taste this time was not sour; it was semi-sweet, like honey with a touch of salt.

When he’d had enough he felt incredible, he released her from his grip and she fell to the floor, her eyes wide, her face ashen, and her heart beat no more. He ripped off part of her dress and wiped his hands and face as best he could. Then for a reason he could not find, he stood and watched the rain, he felt compelled to do so.

Luckily the downpour was not a long one; as soon as it had stopped he ran the last five-hundred yards to his house. Once inside he decided that Charleston was no longer a place for him to stay. After packing away everything to do with his experiments he took Lucys’ body out to the back garden and buried her there. He called for his second in command Ella; Ella was the oldest of his wives at just turned twenty. She had been pregnant three times, and two of those times Martins had aborted then used the foetuses for his work. Her third pregnancy went full term and the birth was normal. She then had her offspring adopted to a couple in the Collective.

Ella was to round up everyone and inform them that Martins was leaving, all who wanted to stay with the Collective were welcome to do so, but they had to be ready to leave the following morning. Martins told her about a deal he had done with a land owner in South Virginia, where he now owned one square mile of land down there.

The Collective were moving south, they were going to start afresh, they were going to build a new town, and that town was to be called… “Martinsville”.