29 Days of Smut 2016
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aftanithA self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.
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Queens [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-23 12:14 pm (UTC)Prina had a hold of her am in an instant, and Emma reeled on her, ready to defend herself however she could, but Prima had no such violent intentions. The fiendish woman pulled her down the hall at breakneck speed, fleeing from some danger Emma hadn't seen.
And then the exterior door slammed shut in front of them, and everything grew instantly worse.
Prina's father, the man her mother had referred to as Anthony back when she'd still been alive and furious and ranting about nothing Emma could have hoped to understand, stood in front of the thick metal slab, and Emma watched as he rolled the heavy lock into place. Prina, her hand still clutching Emma's upper arm, was visibly trembling. "Daddy, please." Emma had no idea what age was being for, but that she was terrified her. What could scare a monster?
"She killed Abigail," the fiend said calmly, clearly sharing in none of his daughter's fears. "You know what happens now."
Emma felt her eyes go wide, and while she wished someone would tell her what happened now, part of her was acutely aware that she didn't want to know.
"Then let me go," Prina begged, her nails curling into Emma's skin. "You don't need both of us."
The man have his daughter a sad smile, as if he wished he could have given her what she wanted. Emma fought a rising tide of panic behind her. "You know it's better for the hive if we have you both."
"Daddy," Prina asked again, her voice cracking, "please let me go."
Emma stared at the back of the blonde woman's head, horrified to hear the monster's fear. She was begging like a child, apparently so afraid of whatever she expected to happen after her mother's death that she was willing to beg her father for freedom, willing to seize her intended victim by the arm and try to lead her to safety--though Emma was also acutely aware that the woman was decidedly not asking her father to let her go, too, not now that it seemed the both of them were trapped in this god-forsaken maze of nightmares.
For a single, terrible moment, Emma wondered whether there was any point in trying it herself, in falling to her knees and begging for her freedom with all the earnest desperation of the fiend that had killed Ethan less than an hour right before her eyes.
And then the shrieking started, and Emma couldn't think about that anymore.
It was the high-pitched, ever-rising shriek of pure nightmare that Ethan had described to her two days ago, but it was so much worse than what he'd said. When he'd heard the noise, it had been Prina outside his door, signaling the beginning of her twisted game of hide and seek, but now Emma could hear so many more voices than that; there had to be dozens of them, perhaps a hundred or more voices joining together to form one terrible, incoherent tide of primal, alien noise, and this time, Prina looked every bit as terrified as Emma felt. She whirled on her heels, turning her back on her father to stare into the darkness behind Emma, where Emma was much too frightened to look herself.
"Wha--?" she started, and then the word was gone, crushed from her lungs as Prina's body slammed into hers.
The other woman hadn't moved, not of her own accord; it was Anthony, her father, who had launched himself at the both of them, lunging forward like a wildcat and knocking both of them off their feet with the full impact of his body. Emma let out a single, harsh cry of pain as her back hit the concrete floor, and then she was being crushed, Prina's body pinned on top of hers while Anthony held them both down with the same inhuman strength his daughter had been terrorizing them with for days.
Queens [2/?]
Date: 2016-02-24 01:36 am (UTC)"Neither one of you is leaving," he told them, and perhaps the most disturbing part of this was that there was a note of what sounded like genuine apology in his voice. "She killed Abigail, and the hive will die if it doesn't have a queen; you know that, Prina."
"Make her do it!" Prina screamed, her voice piercing and shrill right beside Emma's ear, but Emma was in no position to care. She was rapidly losing consciousness, finding herself by now unable to lift her head off the concrete or even focus her eyes on the two people slowly crushing her to death. "Let me go and make her do it, Anthony!"
"No," came the only response, and then Prina was being lifted away from her, pulled from Emma's body so fast that Emma didn't realize it had happened until after she had taken her first few involuntary gasps of air as Prina scrambled to her feet and threw herself at the door. While she struggled with the lock, apparently finding it no easier to move than Ethan or Emma or any of the other humans had when they had tried it, Anthony moved toward Emma's prone body, closing in on her while she barely noticed, caught up as she was in recovering from her brush with suffocation. But when he straddled her, one hand fisting into the fabric of her shirt while the other seized her hair, she couldn't ignore him anymore; she screamed, her hands doing absolutely nothing to deter him even as she put her entire weight into her efforts to shove him back, and in one firm, unstoppable movement, he wrenched her head back to expose her neck. Emma watched in paralyzed horror as his fangs--what had looked until now like two rows of almost humanoid incisors with particularly sharp points--started to elongate, descending from his gums just as she'd seen Prina and Abigail's descend earlier when they'd been killing her friends and trying to do the same to her, and Emma was positive that she had escaped suffocation only to die of exsanguination--or worse--a few moments later.
The scream died in her throat as his teeth sank into her neck right at the curve where it met her shoulder, and there was some small, absurd part of her that was instantly relieved that he hadn't torn her throat out in a single bite. But then his hands were moving down, letting go of her hair and his right grip on her rumpled shirt, and before she realized what he was about to do, she heard the fabric tear and felt the chilled air of the bunker blanket her newly exposed skin. He road the fabric away, discarded like a rag, and held her down with the weight of his hips as he for open the front of her bra.
It was only when he pulled back, mouth dripping crimson blood onto her face, that she realized it was already wet; she was crying, her fruitless struggles having given way to terrified trembling as he tore off her clothes one piece at a time. She knew what this was now--knew what it had to be--but what she couldn't begin to understand was why.
"The hive needs a queen," came Prina's voice, broken and defeated, from somewhere near the door, and Emma realized suddenly that she must have asked the question aloud. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I never imagined that..."
That Prina clearly considered this a fate worse than death was not a good sign.
Above her, Anthony just stared at her, Emma's blood drying in his mouth while his daughter continued. "You killed her--Abigail--and the hive has to replace her. I'm so sorry."
The shrieking noise began again in the distance, but it was so much clearer now than it was before. Whatever was making it--however many more of these creatures lurked in the depths below--was getting closer, but Emma's torment want going to wait for their arrival. Anthony was tearing through the last of her clothes, moving with hate while she struggled to deter him.