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Book 1: Target Girl
Part 4
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The board over the pantry door creaked as the rope tied to the inch thick ‘eye-bolt’ imbedded in it was yanked downward. Béla dangled from the other end of the rope, secured by a tight knot around her wrists. She was naked and bleeding from several cuts in her body.

As she twisted back around, Jake carefully aimed another dart at her tiny breasts, then threw it.

“Ah!” Béla yelped as it stuck right in the middle of her left nipple. “Bulls eye! You have to fuck me now!”

“Not just yet,” Jake announced, reaching into the utensil drawer. He pulled out a new set of carving knives that he’d just purchased. “These were on sale at the checkout line. I couldn’t pass them up!”

“No!” Béla yelled. “No knives!” She looked upset. “Let me down!”

Jake tossed the package on the kitchen counter and walked over to where she dangled. He pulled the darts out of her skin so she could heal and tossed them on the floor.

“What the matter with you?” Jake asked. “You used to love being gutted with a knife.”

“I do love it,” Béla admitted. “Just… not today, okay? I feel a little… off.”

Jake ran a finger down her front, following a rivulet of blood from that last dart he pulled out of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m not up for any heavy mutilation,” Béla grinned at him, “but those nice jagged nails of yours look pretty inviting…”

Jake looked at his naked, bleeding vampire hanging down in front of him, her wrists secured over her head. She suddenly grabbed him around the waist with her legs, completely taking him by surprise.

Tightening her legs around his torso, she pulled him close enough to kiss.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, kissing him gently.

“You want down?” he asked.

“Your choice,” she replied. “Can you reach me?”

“Oh, yeah!” Jake said, grinning. “I can reach you.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against him, kissing her lips, then began kissing his way down her chin to her neck, listening to her giggle as his lips and tongue tickled her sensitive skin.

When he got to her punctured breasts, he examined them closely, then gently sucked and bit on them for a moment after not finding any wounds beneath the blood. Béla squealed and writhed on the rope, trying to free her tender tits from his gentle, torturous mouth.

“I think all these dart games are good for you,” Jake said, coming up for air after almost sucking her nipple completely off.

“Why?” Béla asked, gasping in relief from the sensation he was giving her.

“I think your tits are getting bigger,” Jake observed.

Béla laughed nervously. “That’s because of all the vacuuming and sucking you do on them! See how much smaller the one you’re ignoring is?”

Taking the hint, Jake began sucking madly on her previously ignored right tit as Béla squealed and pretended to try to get away from him again.

At two months, Béla’s pregnancy wasn’t showing yet – at least not in ways that people normally notice pregnant girls. She was hoping to hold out and tell him the good news on Halloween. Today was Friday, the 22nd. Halloween was still nine days away. She hoped Jake wasn’t so observant that he’d figure it out before then. But until she had her baby, she wasn’t going to permit any knife or gunplay. After four thousand years of sterility, she wasn’t taking any chances that her baby might get hurt by their savage horseplay.

She tightened her legs again, trying to take some of her weight off her wrists because her hands and arms were getting numb. Jake, noticing her struggle, reached up and pulled the release on the knot, getting his arm back down just in time to catch her as she slipped down and right into his arms.

Reaching down, Jake swooped Béla off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously on the bed. Falling on top of her, she scrambled so that his weight was on her chest and not her belly, both giggling as they played with and tickled each other.

“Whew!” Jake laughed, gently pinching her midriff. “You’re getting fat and lazy! Domestic life is doing you good.”

“What domestic life?” Béla asked, smiling at him. “You do the cooking and the cleaning. I’m just here for you to fuck!” She reached out and felt his hard-on through his jeans.

“That’s the domestic life I mean!” Jake laughed.

He straightened up as Béla tried to undo his belt, deliberately tightening his belly against his belt line so that his buckle would be hard for her to undo.

After a moment of frustration and a broken nail, Béla exclaimed, “Help me, damn you! You know how I hate pants!”

Jake laughed and pulled on his belt. Béla watched, disgusted, as it unfastened almost by itself. She satisfied her frustration by unfastening the button at the top and unzipping the rest.

Leaning forward now, she began chewing her teeth against the hard mound of flesh still hidden by his shorts. Jake felt his cock respond to her warm mouth and restrained himself from rubbing it a few times to ease the intensity of his sensations. Then Béla had it free and dangling out of the slit in his shorts.

“Ah-ha!” Béla crowed. “There you are!”

His cock jumped as she noisily kissed the tip. She started running her lips and tongue along one side, making it grow nicely.

“Pretty, pretty cock,” cooed Béla as she caressed it with her mouth. “Fucking nice cock going to fuck me ‘til I can’t see straight – fuck me ’til I scream…”

“Well,” Jake said, probably ruining her mood, “You’re really a dirty little girl tonight, aren’t you?”

Béla raised her eyebrows and gazed up at him, then opened her mouth and gently clamped down on his cock with her teeth.

“Good girl,” Jake said quickly, gritting his teeth against the sensation of Béla’s sharp little teeth on his cock. “Nice girl – sweet, gentle…”

Béla chuckled loud enough for him to hear, then sucked his cock into her mouth. She began moving back and forth, letting his cock fuck her face for a minute, then lay down on the bed.

“Fuck me now?” she asked, for probably the forth or fifth time.

“Definitely!” Jake said, dropping down on the bed between her legs.

He buried his face in her crotch for a moment, making her squeal again as he made sure she was wet enough. Then he rose up on his knees and waddled his way up to where he could reach her.

He pushed his hard cock down so that it brushed against her pussy lips. Anxiously, Béla scooted down so that the head of his cock was inside her. They gazed at each other in triumph.

Contact!

Laughing at her mental image, insert tab ‘A’ into slut ‘B’, Jake leaned forward, going deeper into her wet, warm pussy. Béla caught his fall, her hands on his shoulders and eased him down. Jake gave her a violent thrust, imbedding his cock deep into her wet cunt.

“When did you get so gentle, babe?” he asked, deliberately laying his weight down on her and nuzzling her neck.

Béla laughed and twisted out from underneath him, then rolled him over and skewered herself on him again. She sat, perfectly mounted like a jockey on a racehorse, and grinned down at him, her pussy completely enveloping his cock all the way down to his balls. She slowly began moving up and down, pushing back as well to give her clitoris some of the wonderful sensation the inside of her cunt was feeling.

“Just when you think you know a girl,” Jake said, “she changes everything around, including how she wants to make love. You sure you’re okay?”

“Fine,” Béla grunted, pushing up then dropping down on him.

After a few minutes, Béla closed her eyes and started whimpering with each drop onto Jake’s cock. Jake started kneading her soft belly with his fists, knowing that she was getting close to orgasm. Startled, Béla opened her eyes and leaned forward, preventing him from pounding on her stomach until she came, like he usually did.

Sighing in frustration, Jake wrapped his arms tightly around and hugged her. “I love you, babe, but it looks like I get to learn you all over, huh?”

Béla raised her head up to look at his face and smiled. “I love you, too.” Then she lay back down on top of him, letting him do most of the work of thrusting up into her now.

Soon, she was nearing orgasm again, her high-pitched whimper betraying her body. Jake gripped her hips tightly, digging his fingers into her undulating flesh and hanging on for the ride. Béla arched her back and cried out – finally, happily, reaching orgasm. Jake was only a few seconds behind her as he held tightly onto her twisting hips and sank his cock into her as deep as he could and spurt his cum inside her.

Béla collapsed on top of him, breathing rapidly, sated and content.

“Well,” Jake mused after a moment to catch his breath. “That’s something you still like. I can still crush your hips.”

“Um,” Béla moaned pleasantly.

‘I hope I can last ’til Halloween…’

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night was Béla’s stage night. Her signature performance, her shaving and masturbation routine had become so popular she was pulling business from the Pussycat Club in Bozeman, fifty miles away. Tonight, Jake was turning away customers for the first time since he had been working as doorman and bouncer there.

As she tossed her top to one of her fans, Béla felt a cold breeze waft across her near-naked body and looked toward the door to see if someone had left it open. Jake was letting someone in who wore a long coat and a really ratty cowboy hat. The newcomer looked dirty, and felt that way in Béla’s mind. As she gazed at him, Béla felt a blackness so thick it was almost visible surrounding the stranger. Jake was talking to him, pointing toward her. The man tipped his hat. She saw his lips say, ‘Thank you.’

She watched him cross the floor, looking for an empty seat. He sat down near the back of the bar in the shadows, two other customers cheerfully making room for him, and ordered a beer from Jessica.

Something bounced off her stomach and fell to the stage floor with a clink. She looked down and saw a fifty-cent piece. The customer who tossed it at her was calling her name.

“Come on, Béla, darlin’, do yer stuff!” he shouted. Other shouts of “Yah! Baby!” and “Do it!” supported his enthusiastic request.

She smiled and blew him a kiss. Her hands caressed her breasts, then smoothly felt their way down her almost naked body to her hips. Her right hand continued on down the side of her leg until it found the leather knife holster strapped there. It and a black G-string were the only things she was still wearing. Her customers grew more boisterous, knowing what was coming.

She unfastened the leather snap that held the knife in place and, crouching down into a fighting stance, drew the knife from its holster, looking like she was ready to fight someone. The look of desire on her face told her audience she wanted something else.

Béla gazed hypnotically at the knife as she drew it closer to her face. She kissed the blade passionately, then licked her tongue along the sharp edge of the blade as though it was a giant cock. The blade left a thin red line down the center of her tongue. She licked her lips, darkening them with a thin coating of blood from the fresh cut in her tongue. She had practiced that in a mirror for hours before she finally got the exact effect she wanted to project.

She looked out at her audience. They were mesmerized by her actions. She had actually blooded herself just to entertain them. She’d actually done it to show them the blade was damned sharp after someone the week before had suggested it was a fake.

Béla caressed her breasts with the blade and slid it down the front of her body. The noise in the room doubled the instant the cold, steel blade touched her bare flesh, and Béla smiled.

Humankind hadn’t changed in more than two thousand years. Men still got excited with the idea of cold, hard steel against soft, feminine flesh. Well, that was all right, she got pretty excited about that, too.

Pointing the blade downward, she pressed it flat against her belly, sucking her tummy in so that her skin slid smoothly beneath the sharp point of the knife. She slowly slid it down between her belly and the top edge of her G-string; its outline visible behind the thin material as it slid down in front of her pelvis.

She stopped when the knifepoint poked through the bottom of her G-string, making a small hole. Turning the blade so the sharp edge was pointing away from her belly, she began moving her torso back and forth in a fucking motion while holding the knife in place so that it slowly sawed through the front of her G-string. It was almost like watching the knife take her virginity as it sliced through the thin fabric.

As Béla moved her pelvis back and forth against the knife blade, she let a trickle of blood run out of the corner of her mouth. Her tongue had already healed, but her audience wouldn’t know that. She’d had to bite her tongue to get more blood for this effect. The men stared at her undulating body, mesmerized by the effect she was creating – blood, sharp knife, soft flesh…

She decided that next week, for her final performance before she announced her pregnancy and retirement, she was going to dress up for Halloween like that vampire girl, Debra whoever on the late, late show, and have men come up from the audience and cut the costume off her body, piece by piece.

The knife cut through the top edge of the G-string and it flipped open, away from her body, exposing her bare pussy for all to see. The bar exploded into yelling and cheers. People were throwing dollar bills at her feet.

Béla gazed down at the front row, picking out a face she didn’t recognize. She looked at him for a second or two. The feelings ‘Birthday Boy’, and ‘Another beer and I’m gonna be sick’ and ‘Oh, Sweet Jesus! She’s looking right at me!’ swept through her mind.

‘What a sweet, horny boy!’ Béla thought, and smiled at him.

Béla decided not to pull the G-string loose like she usually did. Instead, she strutted up to the front edge of the stage, right in front of the ‘Birthday Boy’ and turned around, her G-string dangling from the crack of her ass. She swung her rump from side to side, whipping the G-string back and forth like a tail until somebody reached up and grabbed it, pulling the remnants down her legs.

Béla stepped out of it and spun back around, dropping to her knees. It was the ‘Birthday Boy’ who had actually gotten up the nerve, egged on by his celebrating companions, to reach up and pull that G-string right out of her bare ass. Laughing, she reached out, took the G-string away from him and tied it around his head like a bonnet. Then she pulled his face against her chest and rubbed her tiny tits against his forehead. Finally, she bent down as far as she could and kissed him full on the lips. Everyone cheered. His friends who had evidently brought him here pounded him on the back in congratulations.

Béla rose up and pranced back across the stage while listening to someone explain to him that he had just been awarded first place in line to the Target Room that night. That meant he got the first fuck after the show. Listening to the young boy’s drunken friends tease him with their little lies, she thought it might actually be a good idea, and decided to make sure she had him before she allowed anyone else to fuck her tonight.

Be careful what you wish for, boys, she thought to herself, it just might come true.

As the thought ran through her mind, she chuckled to herself, changing the word from come to cum, making it a double entendre. The young boy was going to cum before anyone else.

The young lad stared at the stunningly naked young girl prancing around on the stage, fascinated and terrified, not really believing what these two clowns, his older brothers, had told him.

Swaying her rump in an exaggerated manner, Béla waltzed back and picked up the knife where she’d dropped it when she decided to ad-lib that last bit with the G-string. Kicking off her spike heels, she braced one bare foot up against the dancer’s pole and proceeded to ‘shave’ her inner thighs and her pussy.

Tonight, her skin was really glistening under the hot lights around the stage and the knife blade was picking up a lot of moisture as she scraped it along her inner thigh. The moisture running down the handle gave her another idea. She was feeling really playful tonight, so she scraped up a blade-full of moisture along her inner thigh and flipped the knife blade at the crowd, spackling them with her perfumed sweat. Her fans enjoyed pretending to wipe it off their faces and lick it off their fingers, letting her know what delights awaited her if she got close enough.

When she got to the part where she masturbated with the knife handle, she started in the middle of the front row; her legs spread wide in front of her chosen ‘Birthday Boy’. As the boy stared at the knife handle moving in and out of her wet cunt, Béla picked up ‘Oh, Lord, I’m not going to make it to the end of her show!’ from him. She could smell male sex in the air and realized that men were already coming in their pants just from watching her.

She decided to cut her act short and hopped off the front of the stage, right next to her chosen first. Her unexpected action created a roar of ‘Boo’s’ from everyone around her.

Taking her new conquest by the hand, she led him, half dragging him, toward the Target Room. The ‘Boo’s’ turned to cheers as her audience realized she was enthusiastically dragging that poor lamb to the slaughter and they began shouting, “Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!”

As the door closed behind them, they were both surrounded by an almost total silence, disturbed only by the bass woofer of the jukebox, faintly vibrating the soundproofed walls of the room.

“Relax,” she said, leading him to the table in the center of the room. “Everything will be fine.”

“Did, uh, did my brothers put you up to this?” he asked, nervously. “’Cause, if they did, it’s okay if you don’t really want to, um, want to, you know?”

‘My goodness!’ Béla realized. ‘He’s a virgin! He probably thinks I’m a prostitute hired to bust his cherry. How sweet.’

“No, sweetie,” Béla told him, “I haven’t met your friends. Sometimes, I just randomly pick someone out to be the first one,” she lied, then she hesitated.

‘How do I tell him his very first one ever is just my first one of the evening?’ she wondered.

Béla sighed. “Come here.”

She moved her fingers for him to come to her. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. After a moment, she squeezed his hands with hers to give him the idea that he was supposed to do something with her breasts besides nervously hold them. He began gently squeezing them with his fingers.

“They’re really soft,” he whispered in awe. “I’ve always imagined…”

He stopped, realizing he was giving away too much of himself to someone he wasn’t sure he could trust. Béla realized that he was comparing her body to how his own felt.

“They’re much softer than a man’s breasts,” she said as she leaned forward, enjoying his gentle squeezing.

“And, when the girl likes what the man is doing,” she continued, pressing her nipples into the palms of his hands, “the nipples get real hard and bumpy.”

His focus changed from rubbing her breasts to caressing her hard little nipples with his fingers. He smiled and continued to play with her nipples as tiny hard bumps suddenly appeared in her darkened areolas.

“They also like to be kissed…” Béla suggested.

To demonstrate how he should continue, Béla took his right hand in her hands, raised it to her lips and kissed the end of one of his fingers.

“Like this…” she continued, flicking her tongue against the end of the finger she had just kissed.

The young man got the idea and lowered his head, kissing and sucking on her horny little nipps while cupping her breasts in his hands. Her nipples got a lot harder.

Béla moaned in pleasure. ‘My, what a fast learner,’ she thought.

She put her arms over his shoulders and laid her cheek against the side of his head, nibbling lightly on his ear as he continued to attend to her breasts.

Then he started exploring further with his hands, moving them abruptly down the sides of her rib cage. She squeeked and jumped lightly in surprise.

“That tickled,” she explained, when he raised his head, worried that he’d done something wrong.

As he stood there, evidently waiting for something magical to happen, she reached down, took his hands and placed them back on her body. He embraced her delicately. Béla’s skin positively crawled at young boy’s touch.

‘This is not working out,’ Béla realized. ‘He is simply too terrified!’

She hopped down off the table, sliding her naked body lightly down through his loose embrace, and led him over to the leather couch against the wall. She rarely used it with most of her fans, having determined that she was more accessible when she was in the center of the table in the center of the room, like the main course at Christmas Dinner. She liked being accessible. As she thought about it, she decided she liked being the main course, as well, especially for a large group.

But in this particular case, she was going to have to be more intimate, else there was a good chance she would scare this boy off girls forever and he’d end up at age forty, still living with his mother and masturbating secretly in the bathroom, hiding his sexuality from everyone.

“Believe it or not,” she told him as she dragged him across the floor, “sexual responses are not natural. They are learned.”

She sat him down on the couch.

“It’s similar to learning to like coffee, or beer,” she said. “A man has no idea what a woman feels like if he’s never touched one. He can imagine forever and never know until he actually touches a real, live girl.”

She picked up his left hand and placed it on her breast, like she had earlier.

“To you, I know this doesn’t feel very sexy,” she explained. “The first time a man touched me there, I was frightened near to death. I didn’t like it at all.”

The boy self-consciously started to move his hand off her breast since the girl had just said she didn’t like it, but Béla held it in place.

“But,” she continued, “I learned to like it. It was a learned response. To you, holding something in your hand that feels like a half-filled water balloon isn’t very sexy. It’s not what you thought a girl would feel like; not what you expected.”

She reached forward and caressed his chest, her hand cupping his chest where one of his breasts would be.

“A man’s body is a lot more muscular,” she said. “It feels different. A woman’s body is very soft. You expected my breasts to be firmer, I know, but there’s no muscle tissue in them. After all, they’re just lumps of warm fat. That’s why they’re so squishy.”

She chuckled as he squeezed her breast, gently exploring. At least he wasn’t trying to flee.

“With experience,” Béla continued, “you’ll even learn to like how a woman’s body feels, and even enjoy touching them.”

“I like touching you,” he said quietly, moving toward her and running his fingers down the front of her breast and her tummy.

“You really are soft,” he said, once more in awe of her femininity.

He was moving his hands around on her breasts and tummy, tentatively exploring this fragile female creature sitting next to him.

Béla sat up, holding her arms out to the sides, allowing him to explore her waist and back. This time, she didn’t feel the negative energy he was unknowingly projecting through his fingers earlier. Her skin didn’t tingle like when Jake or Frank touched her, but at least it wasn’t trying to crawl away now.

Experimentally, the young man stroked her rib cage in the same spot that had made her jump earlier. She jumped, again, twice surprised. He chuckled, nervously, as she pretended to glare at him.

‘I have to be very careful,’ she realized. ‘I could still scare him off.’

Laughing, she reached forward and tickled his ribs. He sat still, gazing into her face, trying not to smile.

“I’m not, um, not ticklish,” he said, seeming a little shy. “I have two older brothers, so I learned not to be ticklish a long time ago.”

“So, are they here with you, on your birthday?” she asked.

“Yeah, they’re out there, waiting on me to, um,” he said, then puzzled by her question, added, “How did you know it was my birthday?”

Béla laughed. “They talked very loudly,” she told him. “I could easily hear what they were saying to you.”

“Oh. Then you heard them explaining about… that kiss…”

He blushed, remembering them telling him that he had won her for the evening, and realizing that she’d heard the whole thing.

Béla nodded. “I decided to make their little jest come true. I know what it’s like to be teased. I heard everything except your name,” she said, smiling at him.

“Oh,” he said again.

Then he suddenly realized that this lovely naked creature, who was being so open and honest with him all about how men and women really feel about each other and about how she felt about it all, didn’t even know his name. And still she trusted him with all this intimacy.

“My name’s Sean,” he told her. “McGuire. Sean McGuire. My older brothers out there are Mike and Pat.”

He held out his hand. Then laughed sheepishly and put it down.

‘Shaking hands with a naked girl who’s already let me play with her breasts?’

“Well, Sean,” Béla said, pulling herself up so they were sitting face to face, “I hope we have a pleasant evening.”

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. After a moment, she felt him put his arms around her. After another moment, he finally began kissing her back. Several moments after that, they came up for air.

“This is nice,” Sean told her, a pleased quality in his voice.

“I know,” Béla said, dreamily. “Sometimes making out is the best part of sex.”

She felt him tense up at the word ‘sex’. She forced herself to smile and kissed him again, trying to get him to relax.

‘This is going to take all night!’ she realized, thinking about the gang bang she’d postponed by dragging Sean in here and trying not to be annoyed with his slow progress. ‘If I’m to get any satisfaction at all, I’m really going to have get him up to speed!

“Are you nervous, holding a naked girl in your arms?” she asked, teasing him. “This naked girl likes the way you hold her…”

She kissed him, again.

Nothing.

Béla sighed.

Desperate to get things moving, she decided to try the old tactic she used to get the sub-human life forms that often came into her bar to open up to her.

“What do you think about,” she asked pleasantly, “when you’re alone, in the middle of the night? Do you think about girls? A particular girl, maybe?”

“Well, no, yes,” Sean said, uncertain of what she wanted to hear. “Sometimes.”

Béla gazed into his eyes. She had his trust, at least for the time being, and so long as she didn’t surprise him.

As he held her, Béla picked up the thought, I didn’t know girls were this heavy.

The thought surprised her. ‘I only weigh forty-seven kilos!’ she thought, insulted.

Then she realized he had probably never held a woman before and evidently didn’t realize that there was actually some effort involved.

‘Sean is definitely not a ‘hands-on’ type of guy!’ she decided.

She was beginning to wonder if she’d made a mistake bringing him back here. Things could get even more awkward than they already were.

‘Patience is its own reward,’ she reminded herself. ‘More like it’s its own penalty!’

She knew, for Sean’s own sake, and for the sake of his pride, so he could at least honestly face his older brothers after spending, what? almost an hour with her, now? She was going to have to get him to fuck her somehow. He would never be allowed to live down his failure to perform, otherwise.

‘Let’s see, now. Where were we?’ Béla wondered.

“Do you think about any particular girl?” she asked again.

“No, not really,” Sean said, almost too embarrassed to discuss it, “just a girl…”

Béla smiled at him. “What are you doing with this dream girl of yours? Are you touching her? Kissing her? Making love, maybe?”

She radiated calm into his mind as hard as she could, trying to keep her own upset with him off the line entirely. She felt his nervousness ‘pop’ into non-existence as he finally decided he could trust her with his dreams.

Béla relaxed, realizing she had begun to sweat with the effort of practically surrounding his whole body with her energy just to get him to open up enough to talk to her. An image presented itself in her mind as Sean began describing it to her.

“I’m kissing her,” he said, “and running my hands up and down her body.”

“Show me,” she whispered to him.

He bent over and kissed her. Béla stretched and moaned softly, carefully reacting exactly like the woman in the image he was unknowingly projecting to her.

‘Much better!’ Béla thought as Sean caressed her. ‘Now, we’re getting somewhere.’

She began touching him back, projecting into his mind that this is what his dream woman would do. She kept her mind open to his, carefully defusing the little red and orange flare-ups of his insecurity as they occurred.

“You’re so warm!” Sean exclaimed, embracing her tightly.

Béla laughed a little under her breath and began kissing his face and neck. Reaching up, she began unbuttoning his shirt, making sure to suggest, in her mental connection with Sean through his dream image, that it was something his dream girl would do.

“Parts of me are positively hot,” she whispered to him, breathing her warm breath into his ear, “as I’m hoping you’ll find out.”

She stayed with him in his mind, becoming more assertive in her actions as his trust in her gradually allowed him to let her take more control.

Sean began helping Béla undress him. His body was finally emitting male pheromones that indicated he was sexually aroused. Since she had tied that silly G-string around his head and kissed him, he had been radiating varying degrees of terror mixed with sexual anxiety until now.

Béla let him take his own trousers off, knowing that her dislike of male clothing in general could cause her to lose her concentration and control of the experience they were sharing.

Showing him in her mind that it was the natural thing to do, she reached down and touched his half-hard penis, stroking it gently with her fingers, careful not to embarrass or upset him. She kissed her way down his chest and belly, making sure his dream image showed him it was the way things were done.

When she reached his penis with her mouth, it was nice and hard, standing straight out from his young, muscular belly. This was where he usually started masturbating, so she slowly moved her hand up and down on his cock, like he was doing in the image he was projecting. Then she added her lips to the motion, still making sure this was occurring in his dream vision.

The surprise Sean felt as the wet warmth of Béla’s mouth surrounded the head of his penis for the very first time almost shocked him out of their mutually created dream world. Béla had to turn most of her attention back toward keeping him calm and relaxed while simply squeezing his cock in her hands so that he remained aroused.

Finally, she was able to put all of her attention on sucking his cock. After a moment, she could feel he was getting ready to come. She stopped sucking on him and sat up, releasing his mind from her control.

Becoming Béla, again, and not Sean’s dream girl, she gazed into Sean’s eyes. His suddenly freed mind caused images to swirl around him, making him dizzy for a moment. Then they faded, leaving him aroused and hungry for completion. He gazed into Béla’s dark eyes a few inches in front of him.

“Would you like to make love to me?” she asked him, softly caressing his face with her warm breath.

“Yes?” he answered, not certain of what he’d just experienced.

The warmth of her mouth and the way her tongue tickled him when she licked his dick and his balls had fascinated him. He had never imagined anyone even wanting to do that to him, even though that insulting term was one of Mike’s favorite cuss words: Cocksucker!

From now on, he would have a very different opinion of what a cocksucker really was. It was definitely not a cuss word! Oh, yeah! If it was applied to a guy – yeah – then it could be a cuss word… Hmmm…

Béla lay back on the couch and pulled Sean down to her. As he moved his body against hers, she reached down between them and guided his cock up between her legs. He began moving his hips back and forth, simulating the action he had seen in movies and on late night TV. After a moment, Béla got him to penetrate her, grabbing him by his ass and pulling him further up on her body until he – For God’s Sake, finally! – ‘hit the mark’.

Sean’s eyes opened wide as he felt the moist heat of her insides suddenly surround his hard-on. The sensations down there suddenly switched from dry skin rubbing on soft warm flesh to slippery wet heat as he entered her. He grinned and forced himself deeper into her insides, catching on to the back and forth, in and out motion of it all.

“God, that feels so good!” he exclaimed. “You’re so hot in there!”

He kept humping away, amazed at the sensations he was experiencing for the very first time and the tight, slippery heat of her body as he moved in and out of her. It was a completely different feeling than masturbating.

Béla would have agreed if she could have, but she was too busy working on her own orgasm. Seconds later, Sean came in her hot insides, making it feel all slippery in there and much looser.

He collapsed down on top of her, crushing her body into the couch. Béla grunted in protest, then decided that his weight on her wasn’t harmful since it was mostly on her hips and chest, and not her stomach. Besides, being inconsiderately used as a mattress after sex was something she was used to. The important thing now was, Sean was no longer a virgin.

Afterwards was a little awkward. She got him to get off her without making him feel like he’d used her by kissing him and telling him how nice it was.

“That was good,” she said, smiling sweetly. “You made me come.”

The truth was, she’d worked like hell trying to come in the forty seconds he was actually fucking her, but she’d managed to do it.

“But now,” she added, “I need a towel or I’m going to leak all over this nice leather couch.”

Sean jumped up, willing to get her anything that she wanted. This was all new territory to him. He never considered what you would do with a girl after you had sex with her. For as long as he’d been a teenager, his only fascination with girls was sexual. He actually had no idea what else you might do with one.

“There’s a towel rack on the wall at the other end of the couch,” she called out. Sean brought one back and stood next to her, uncertain of what to do next.

“A gentleman always cleans up after himself,” she suggested, and spread her legs.

She giggled as he looked down at her. He was clearly embarrassed, looking at the mess he’d made.

“Here,” Béla said, and took the towel from him.
She wiped thoroughly between her legs and then wrapped a handful of towel around his limp penis. She twisted the towel with her hand a couple of times, then tossed it over the back of the couch. After that, she sat him down on the couch and began to help him dress.

“You will have to learn to clean up after yourself, you know,” she admonished him. “A girl always likes to think she’s appreciated. If she has to clean herself, she usually feels like she’s been used and discarded.”

He was still buttoning his shirt as she guided him to the entrance. The noise and bustle of the bar assaulted their ears as Béla opened the door. They were met with Sean’s brothers and several other club patrons cheering Sean’s entrance into the adult world. His brothers hoisted him up on their shoulders and carried him away to the bar.

Béla reached over and flipped the light switch on the inside wall of the Target Room, turning on the new rotating red light Frank had installed above the door. There was a general cheer that momentarily drowned out the ‘hip-hip-hoorays’ of the McGuire clan as they continued to celebrate Sean’s birthday. Men got up from all over the bar and headed her way. They had waited patiently for her to pop the young boy’s cherry. Now it was their turn.

Béla led the way back to her table and climbed on. Looking around at the undressing men, she selected one with a nice, large hard-on. Hopping down off the table and dragging him with her, still half-dressed, she shoved her hand into the jar of Vaseline she kept at the table. She smeared the gooey stuff all over his dick and bent over the table, presenting him with her ass.

“Stick that thing in there as far as it’ll go!” she commanded him.

She braced herself against the table and waited for his assault. Béla had a lot of frustration to get rid of, and she was going to get rid of it all, right now. She cried out, both in pain and sexual relief as Adam rammed his big cock up her ass just as hard as he could.

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sean’s two brothers and Frank were singing.

“For he’s a jolly good felll-oooooow, which nobody can deny! Yaayyy!”

As the song finished, Sean was forcing down a big gulp of beer, trying not to make a face at the sour taste of it. He could hear Béla talking in his mind.

‘It’s similar to learning to like coffee, or beer,’ he could hear her saying, as his mind replayed the scene. He hated beer, and doubted he would ever learn to like it.

He anxiously looked over toward the blue door with the flashing red light over it. More men were going in through the door where Béla was. A woman’s scream was cut off just as the door to the soundproofed room closed. He jumped up and headed toward the Target Room door. Pat, his oldest brother, grabbed him.

“Hey, where’re you goin’, li’l buddy?” he asked, slurring his words. He and Mike had consumed at least two pitchers of beer while waiting on their little brother to lose his virginity.

“She’s hurt!” Sean exclaimed. “Somebody’s hurting her!”

He tried to pull free and go rescue Béla.

“It’s Okay, li’l buddy,” Pat said, holding on tight, “it’s what she does. Right, Mike?”

Mike nodded agreement.

“But she’s in there alone! With all those men…” Sean cried, then suddenly stopped, realizing his brothers were right.

‘It’s what she does…’

He wondered if the fascinating, fragile woman he’d met and talked to and made love to for the last hour or so was real, or just an illusion. She actually looked younger that he was. How could she be so much more knowledgeable in certain areas than anyone he'd ever met before? How could she be so caring and fragile, and still be able to do that with ten or twenty men at a time? He’d heard his brothers talk about her before. Was this the same ‘hot babe’ they bragged about making ‘airtight’ last week, whatever that meant?

“Uh-oh,” Pat said, noticing the strange look on Sean’s face as he tried to grasp the reality of things. “Li’l buddy’s in love…”

“What? You mean with Béla?” Mike asked.
He pulled his kid brother close and gave him a hug. His breath smelled like stale beer. “It’s alright, kid. We all love Béla.”

He held onto his little brother, nearly crushing Sean’s shoulders in his brotherly embrace.

“And she loves all of us!” Mike shouted, raising his mug in the air, splashing beer everywhere.

“You’re all sick!” Sean cried, furiously breaking free of Mike’s grasp.

Sean backed away from his brothers, spitting his words at them.

“You jack asses can’t see what’s right in front of you!” he screamed. “To you, she’s just a whore! Something to stick your filthy dicks into! She’s not…”

Sean stopped, running out of words to express himself.

“She’s a person,” he whimpered. “Can’t you see that? She loves and cares about people just like you do…”

He stopped, and heaved his guts all over the floor.

Pat and Mike looked at each other, both shrugging their shoulders.

“Li’l buddy can’t hold his beer,” Pat said, handing the bartender a twenty. “Keep the change. Sorry about the mess.”

They each took one of Sean’s arms and, half walking and half carrying him, led him out the door. As they left, Frank brought out a mop and began cleaning up the mess on the floor.

Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Béla lay naked on the table in the Target Room, recovering from her orgiastic ordeal. There was cum in her ass and her pussy, as well as all over her stomach and back. It coated the inside of her mouth and throat. Her hair and face were speckled with it.

This was the first time that she’d ever felt that her weekly gangbang was an ordeal. Her body was still tingling, a happy receptor of all of that wonderful, energizing cum, but she, herself, felt depressed and unfulfilled. She was glad there were only twelve or fifteen customers who had waited around for her to deflower her virgin.

‘I wonder if my pregnancy has anything to do with the way I feel right now?’ she asked herself.

Hearing the door open behind her, she slowly slid her body around on the cum-covered vinyl tabletop.

“Hi, Jake,” she said, wearily. “Can we just go upstairs, tonight? I really need the Jacuzzi…”

She saw who was standing there. It wasn’t Jake. She sighed.

‘It’s only one more,’ she thought to herself. ‘It won’t take long.’

“If you want to clean me up, first,” she told him wearily, “towels are over there.”

She pointed. The stranger walked over to the towels and picked one up. He began carefully and tenderly wiping cum off her face and hair.

“I’ve been waitin’ for ya,” he told her. “It’s hard to catch ya alone.”

He continued cleaning her off. Béla was picking up strange intentions from his mind. The clearest one was he felt very affectionate and didn’t intend to hurt her, so she wasn’t too concerned. The oddity was he didn’t intend to fuck her, either. She probed a little deeper, as he carefully turned her over, wiped down her backside and began cleaning between her legs.

‘He intends to take me somewhere!’ Béla realized, as the image smacked her in the face. ‘He plans to kidnap me! He wants to keep me!’

She wrenched her legs out of his grasp, losing her balance and slipping off the table. She crashed to the floor with a thump. Her elbow hit first, sending a shock wave of electricity through her entire body. She lay on the floor for a few seconds, stunned by her fall. She could feel her cracked elbow renewing and repairing itself with the fresh cum she had absorbed through her skin.

Béla watched her would-be kidnapper come around the table toward her. The panic button was concealed under the other side of the table and she couldn’t reach it from where she was. She scrambled back, trying to keep end of the table between her and her would-be kidnapper.

Grinning at the little slut’s feeble attempt to escape, the stranger suddenly jumped over the table, intending to land right on her, knock the fight out of her and pin her to the floor. Seeing his intent, Béla rolled backward and met him with her feet. She pushed her legs against him as hard as she could, sending him flying against the far wall, much further than he’d planned on traveling. Continuing her roll, she came up on her feet and bolted for the door.

She could feel his mind as he rose up to stop her – his tightly controlled anger, the cold, comfortable feel of the gun in his hand…

‘Holy shit! He’s got a gun! Get ready to duck…’ Béla thought as she watched him squeeze the trigger in her mind.

‘Now!’

She dodged sideways. The bullet nicked her leg.

‘He’s shooting at my legs! He’s trying to cripple me!’

She caught her balance and reached for the door. She could feel him aiming at the door handle and knew what would happen to her hand if she touched it. Her body slammed against the door and she stopped, acting terrified. She needed him to let his guard down. If he thought she was beaten…

“Well, I’m impressed,” the stranger said, his voice sounding too smooth and oily. “The master said you were good. Watching you changing your mind so often on the stage out there, I believed he was mistaken.”

Breathing heavily, Béla watched him walk toward her as she pressed her back against the door. Fifteen feet, twelve feet, ten, eight. He stopped, still pointing the gun at her.

‘He thinks he’s still out of my reach!’ Béla realized. ‘How about a little vampire surprise, buddy…’

Shifting her shoulders back, she formed her wings and smacked them together with a loud ‘crack’, his head between what had been the palms of her hands. As he dropped to his knees, stunned, Béla reformed her arms and bolted through the door. A small part of her mind noticed that the door handle was wet and sticky. It hadn’t been, before.

Béla headed straight for the stage, where she’d left the knife a couple of hours ago. Now that she was loose and had some options, she was furious and ready to fight.

She stopped and looked around. The stage had been cleaned up and the damned knife wasn’t there. It had probably been returned to the dancer’s dressing room.

Frank looked up at her as she rushed past him. He looked astonished.

“You’re bleeding!” he exclaimed, looking at her naked chest.

Béla stopped in mid-stride and looked down at herself. There was blood running down her belly from a half-inch-wide hole just under her rib cage.

“The son-of-a-bitch shot me!” she exclaimed.

‘It must have happened when I clapped my wings together on his head!’

“Who shot you?” Frank asked, anxiously looking around the bar. He saw someone moving quickly toward the entrance. He was heading away from the Target Room.

“Jake! Stop him!” Frank shouted, pointing at the swiftly moving stranger.

Jake turned toward the man coming at him. The stranger reached into his coat for something. Then he was pointing at Jake. Jake grabbed his stomach. As he fell, Jake looked toward the bar at Béla, pain and shock written on his face. The man turned and began striding across the bar toward her. He was pointing at her, now. It was too dark in the bar for Frank to actually see the gun the stranger was holding.

Frank heard Béla scream in rage, then his view was blocked like a curtain had just been pulled across the middle of the room. He heard several popping sounds that he recognized as gunfire, then the strange curtain across his vision was gone. He saw Béla knock the stranger down, shoving him hard, then she was bending over Jake.

How the hell did she get clear over there? He thought, astonished by the events happening around him.

People were screaming and trying to hide behind chairs and tables. Frank saw the man get up that Béla had knocked down, then little dots were appearing in her naked back as she held her body between Jake and the stranger.

‘Holy shit! He’s shooting her!’ Frank realized, suddenly fearful for her.

He reached under the bar for the hundred-and-fifty-year old Peacemaker he kept there. He’d never had to use the ‘Gun That Tamed the West’, and had believed, until now, that he’d never need it.

Frank watched as Béla protected Jake from the bullets. Then their attacker threw the empty gun down and reached into his coat, again. He pulled out a long, sharp piece of wood.

‘He’s after Béla!’ Frank realized with new shock. ‘He knows what she is!’

Béla hugged Jake as tightly as she could, trying to protect him from the bullets; not even realizing she was sobbing from the pain that numbed her back. She couldn’t get her breath. It was hard just to hold her arms up. Then someone grabbed her shoulder, painfully jerking her around.

She looked up into a face full of hate. The stranger’s arm was raised over his head. She saw the stake in his hand. Unable to move her arms to protect herself, she collapsed back against Jake and waited for the stake to descend and end her life.

She looked into the stranger’s face, trying to understand, too terrified to connect with his mind. She watched the stake begin its descent, then the man’s face exploded, covering her naked body with blood and brains. He fell forward against her, the stake gouging a deep path from her shoulder down the inside of her arm. He slide down her naked body, his shattered head getting wedged between her legs, brain tissue and blood spilling out over her bare belly.

Frank could no longer hear the screams and shouting of the patrons as they fled or hid from the gunfire. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears created by the smoking .45 he held in his hands. Both his wrists hurt from the kick it gave him when he’d so very carefully sighted down almost six inches of barrel and squeezed the trigger.

He looked dispassionately at the pile of bodies on the other side of the room. No one was moving. Putting the gun back under the counter, he walked over toward them. He wasn’t too worried about Béla; if she wasn’t staked, then she’d probably be all right in a little while. He needed to find out how badly Jake had been shot, and, most importantly, discover who this Vampire Hunter was, or rather, had been.

Moving the large stranger off the top of the pile, Frank reached down to Béla. She was conscious. She looked up at him, trembling and terrified.

“It’s all right, Béla. He’s dead!” her told her. “He can’t hurt you, now!”

He noticed that most of the blood on her body wasn’t hers, at least not on the front half.

“Can’t move!” she gasped.

Frank turned her over to check her wounds.

“One of the bullets hit your spine,” he explained. “You being you, it should heal shortly.”

Frank turned to Jake. He was unconscious. Blood covered the front of his shirt. Most of it was Béla’s, from when she fell back against him. Frank tore Jake’s shirt open and found the hole in his stomach.

“Jessica! Call an ambulance!” Frank called out, “Jake’s been shot!” There was no answer.

“Jessica!” he shouted, angrily. He heard movement somewhere near the bar, then Jessica’s distraught voice was talking into the phone.

“…an ambulance. … No. At the Target Club. On Fremont. Please hurry! I think they’re all dead! … No. There was a man with a gun. He just stood there and he shot her and shot her and shot her!” Jessica dissolved into tears and collapsed to the floor, dropping the telephone.

“Jake…” Béla whispered.

She was lying face down where Frank had left her. Her face was turned sideways, but in the wrong direction to see Jake. She still couldn’t move.

“He’s alive.” Frank told her. “He’s unconscious, but he’s not bleeding much. There’ll be an ambulance here shortly.”

Béla closed her eyes and lay on the floor, forcing herself to breathe quietly as the hole in her lungs healed.

Frank turned his attention to their attacker and began going through the dead mans’ pockets. He found a key to Number 6 at the Motor Inn. He put the key in his pocket as he heard a siren and shouting near the door.

“This is the police! Everybody in there come out with your hands up!”

“It’s okay!” Frank called out to them. “The gunman is dead!”

The police came in, one at a time, behaving suspiciously toward the two or three patrons still hiding behind tables.

“We’re over here,” Frank called from behind the door.

The nervous policeman swung around, gun in hand, pointing it at Frank.

“Will you help us, please?” Frank asked him, plaintively.

He knew how dangerous it was to upset a cop with a drawn gun.

“Jesus, what happened here?” the officer exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the pile of bloody bodies.

“He shot them, I shot him.” Frank said, pointing to the respective bodies as he spoke.

“God Almighty!” the officer said, noticing Béla’s bare, bullet-riddled back. “Is she still alive?”

He knelt down and put his hand on Béla’s neck. She lay still, not moving when he touched her.

“She has a good pulse,” he exclaimed. “It’s amazing she’s not dead!”

“Henry!” a voice called from the door. “The ambulance is here!”

“Okay!” the officer, Henry, called out. “We have two shooting victims, one with multiple wounds. You should take her first. Get another ambulance down here!”

The medic bent down and began checking Béla’s wounds. There were five gunshot wounds in her back. At least one had punctured her lungs and one had shattered her spine. None were bleeding as though an artery or vein had been ruptured. He gently turned her over, preparing her for the gurney. His eyes widened as he recognized the woman he constantly fantasized about. For the last month, he had spent every Friday night he was off duty here, in this club, watching her dance.

He couldn’t believe she was actually conscious. Astonished, he discovered four more bullet wounds in her front; two in her chest and two in her stomach. He knew, with that much damage to her body, she would probably bleed to death internally before they reached the hospital, and if, somehow, they did manage to save her, she would never walk or dance again.

“I’m so sorry,” he said softly, gazing into her pain filled eyes.

He and the driver loaded Béla’s limp form onto the portable gurney and then rushed her out. He was glad he didn’t have to drive. It was hard to see with his vision blurred like it had been for the last few minutes. But he hated the fact that he was going to be the one to sit in the back of the ambulance and watch this beautiful young girl bleed to death. The siren blasted through his thoughts and the ambulance jumped forward, beginning its imperious journey to the hospital.

He put an oxygen mask over Béla’s face.

“Try to breathe normally,” he told her.

She nodded.

He stabbed the end of an artificial blood pack into her arm to try to keep enough blood in her system to keep her heart beating. She didn’t flinch. He wondered, with her back shattered between her shoulder blades, if she even felt it.

Back at the Target Club, Jake was waking up.

“Oh, God! That hurts!” Jake mumbled, then held his stomach tightly and tried to sit up.

“Stay still!” the officer commanded. “There’s an ambulance coming! I don’t want you rupturing anything, okay?”

Jake lay against the wall, gasping, relieved that it was okay for him to just stay where he was.

“Where’s Béla?” he asked Frank.

“The ambulance took her to the hospital.” Frank told him.

“That was Béla?” the officer asked, shocked.

Because of all the blood, he hadn’t even recognized her. The sick feeling he already had in his stomach suddenly got much worse.

“I’ve seen her before,” he said. “God, I hate to see that happen to her.”

“Me, too,” Frank said through clenched teeth.

He didn’t want the officer to say anything more. In fact, he didn’t want to discuss it at all, with Jake right there! But it was already too late.

“Is she all right?” Jake asked anxiously, still breathing heavily as he tried again to sit up, upset from listening to them talk.

“No.” Frank said. “She’s not.”

He was worried. Not just about Béla’s condition, but what they would do to her if someone discovered her secret. Her wounds were so severe that it would probably take her awhile to heal, so probably they wouldn’t notice her difference at first.

In another minute, the second ambulance pulled up and, loading Jake, took him away, siren wailing.

Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ambulance pulled up at the emergency room entrance of the Memorial Hospital. The driver hopped out, ran around and opened the rear door.

“Go in and get some help out here. I need someone to carry the I.V. and oxygen,” said the medic in the back.

The medic that had ridden with Béla was joyfully amazed that she seemed to be doing so well. Her blood pressure and pulse were weak, but steady, and, rather than going into shock and cardiac arrest as most anyone in her condition would, she was conscious and even trying to talk.

“Don’t worry.” He told her as she lay there, the blood pack inserted into her arm and her face covered with the oxygen mask. “You’re gonna be all right.”

But his gut told him that she would never be all right. Even if the girl lived, she would be chair-bound for the rest of her life. The thought made him feel sick inside.

He hopped out of the back of the ambulance, pacing back and forth.

‘What’s taking Doug so long?’ he thought, impatiently. ‘Christ! It’s freezing out here!’

Seeing Doug, the driver, coming back out with two orderlies, he walked around the side of the ambulance toward them.

“It’s about time you guys got out here!” he admonished them. “We got a multiple gunshot victim here! She could bleed to death any second!”

He turned back, leading the small group of orderlies around behind the ambulance and was almost knocked over by a fierce blast of winter wind that blew his cap completely off. He climbed in the back, then suddenly stopped.

“Holy shit! She’s gone!” he cried out. Stunned and surprised, he backed out of the van and looked around wildly.

“Somebody’s taken her!” he yelled. “But that’s impossible! I was right here the whole time!”

Still looking around, he noticed a bloodstained sheet blowing across the lot behind the vehicle.

“She must have gotten out!” he exclaimed. “Come on! Look around for her! If she’s walking around loose, she’s probably delusional! We gotta find her before she bleeds to death!”

The men scattered, searching the grounds and the nearby parking lot. They didn’t find her. No one had noticed the few tiny drops of blood that had rained down on their white uniforms while they were standing by the ambulance, moments earlier.

Back at the Target Club, Frank and Jessica were each telling the police their version of what happened.

“That evil sick bastard killed her!” Jessica was saying She was angry and upset, her voice shaking. “He just stood there and shot her to death. Then Frank blew his goddamned head clean off!”

The police officer made Frank turn over his beautiful long-barreled .45 that Béla had gifted him with shortly after they’d met.

“Well, alright,” the officer said. “As soon as we finish our investigation of the scene, we’ll be done here.”

They looked around the room. Tables and chairs were turned every which way. Many were broken into pieces on the floor. Some people Frank didn’t know were carrying out the covered remains of the gunman.

“Can I take Jessica home, officer?” Frank asked, “She’s been through a lot. Well, we both have. And…”

“Sure. Go ahead,” the officer, Henry, told him. “Are you coming back?”

“Well, somebody’ll have to clean this up…” Frank murmured.

Frank got car keys from the office, then took Jessica outside, leading her to Béla’s little sports car. She’d just b