Midori And The Bloodlust Blues: 2nd Night, Part One

Story by Hardcover

New chapter finally done. Midori finds herself undergoing frightening new changes as she tries to unravel what is happening to her. No futa action this time since Natasha's not involved and I haven't introduced any of the other vampires yet, but I decided to post it at the futa boards anyways since it does continue the story. But more futa stuff is cumming, don't worry.Downloadable files included. Please comment, guys.

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MIDORI AND THE

BLOODLUST BLUES:

2nd Night, Part One

By Hardcover

“Sleep, those little slices of death;

Oh, how I loathe them.”

--Edgar Allan Poe

Barry Cartwright was more terrified then he had ever been in his entire life. And he was veteran of at least two wars in his life. He had thought he’d left all that terror behind him on the battle field when he took up a job with the Jurai shipping company in Niperica. He’d moved up through the ranks and by now, thirty years later, was in charge of coordinating shipping along the Sasami River. It was a good solid job, that he enjoyed doing, managing the endless amounts of cargo ships delivering their loads up and down the Sasami. It was a good job that paid well enough for him to live good with his wife and put his two children through college.

But now that half remembered feeling of unbearable dread and despair was back, gnawing at the pit of his stomach. He had no idea where he was, or any real idea of how he’d gotten there. All he knew was that it was dark, and that he was chained to the a wall and unable to move. Worse, he couldn’t feel anything beneath his waist. The room was moist and dark, and smelled horribly, and only a small amount of light shined down on him in pool around his prone form. Beyond that, he could see nothing, but he could hear the rats: A sick chorus of squeals and squeaks in the darkness that filled the room and Barry’s ears.

My god, so many rats.

He’d been here a long time in the dark, how long he wasn’t sure. But his mysterious captor had only briefly let his presence be known. He was scared, so horribly scared he thought his heart might give out at any minute. Fear and loathing seared at every molecule in his body as he lay helplessly against the stone. Tears had streamed down his face but had dried a long time ago.

“Have you had a moment to think about it, Mr. Cartwright?” The hideous voice came out of the dark.

Barry jumped. Christ! He’d been there the whole time and Barry hadn’t known it. Quiet as anything and how the hell could he stand to be out there with all those rodents? The voice was low and coarse, and seemed to have an Austrian or German accent to it, but more like an old one from mainland Europe. The figure moved closed and crouched down, and Barry could make out the hands in the low light.

God! They were pale grey and riddled with thick bluish veins. The fingers seemed longer then they should have been, but were topped not with normal finger nails but with wicked looking two inch talons on each finger which curved into razor sharp points. What kind a creature had he fallen captive too? Barry cringed looking at the claws.

Barry moaned pathetically, “Yes, please. I’ll do what you want, just let me go.”

The voice continued, “You will reroute the specified containers so that they are delivered to the shipping port in Burning City?”

The figure waved his hands and the rats began to scurry into the light, getting closer to Barry, he tried to pull back his legs but found he hand no control of them. Good god, no! He was paralyzed from the waist down, just as he’d feared. Tears flowed from his eyes again as he shook at his bonds.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do it.” He screamed, “Just call them off.”

“And you will destroy the paper trail so that no one can find out where whey came from and where they went?” The voice ignored him.

The rats scurried up Barry’s legs and over his chest, millions of them all at once, all over him. Barry cried out and tried to shake them off but the came over him in waves. He could feel their feet against his body, and the drag of their tails, and the horrible bite of the teeth as the rodents crawled all over him.

“Yes! I’ll do what you say!” Barry’s voice was strained and shrill, “Please, let me go! No one’ll know.”

“I wonder if I can believe you, my dear Mr. Cartwright.” The voice hissed monstrously.

The figure leaned into the light, and Barry saw the face of his tormentor for the first time. Barry’s tongue caught in his throat, as he stared at the hideous visage in front of him. God! Those eyes!

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