Leonora
A Horror Tale of the Damned
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inally corned on the wide limestone ledge of the ancient mausoleum over looking a little visited area of the cemetery Tecla was literally hemmed in by her pursuer betwixt two hulking gargoyles protectors of the gray stone vine covered tomb. Tecla looked to the left and right for an avenue of escape but it was already too late. Leonora had trapped her prey where the only escape was a 200 foot fall into brush and nettles. Fear no longer gripped her heart for there was nowhere to run and prey submitted to predator succubus.
Pushing aside Tecla’s luxurious mane of red auburn hair Leonora sunk her jagged razor-sharp fangs into that delicious white neck coveted for what seemed like a lifetime. The transparent wounded flesh rose up to meet Leonora’s leech seeking maw nearly enveloping Tecla’s jaw and shoulders. As Leonora drank she alternately cupped Tecla’s breasts, slid her gnarled claw like hands down Tecla’s abdomen and rhythmically between her thighs, gently over clit, then roughly over Tecla’s amply curved behind.
A gasp then a deep moan escaped Tecla’s ruby red cupid bow mouth and she arched upwards meeting Leonora’s deadly embrace. Tecla’s rich vermillion blood flowed like a languid peaceful lake into Leonora’s orifice and down her throat first in little sips then great gulps. Leonora had to force herself to scale back her intense pleasure to savor Tecla’s life force which was not unlike a warm Pinot Noir. Tecla though in her death throes experienced such rapture and ecstasy as her life ebbed from her it became more fulfilling than the deepest orgasm she had ever felt with a man. Her last thought before transitioning from one state to the next was, “I wish this could last forever.”
Carmello and Sienna were engaged in a passionate fucking session in the mossy covered ground between two graves that had not been visited or manicured in many years. Just as Carmello was vigorously thrusting thick bow into Sienna’s violin he released all the tension of the moment into Sienna at the same time as Tecla’s seemingly lifeless body plummeted to the ground. The suddenness of the loud crash did not diminish the ejaculate streaming over Sienna’s bare stomach and thighs but as the last jolt was fired they both rolled back into some surrounding bushes thinking perhaps they were discovered by a bumbling drunken night watchman seeking a hiding place to take a swig of his contraband Scotch. For a time they quietly lay together too frightened to arise from their hiding place but finally curiosity got the better of them and they decided to find source of interruption to their sensuous delights. They cleaned themselves as best they could with some towels; pulled on their clothes to a semi-decent state and ventured forth.
There lying on a cement walk just at the stairs of the long abandoned mausoleum was Tecla face up eyes open staring but unseeing. Tecla was clad only in a thin nightdress whose designed resembled a wedding gown, her translucent skin glowing eerily through the flimsy material.
As Carmello and Sienna bent down to examine the body to see if assistance was possible, Tecla opened her eyes. Immediately she got up pushed the two terrified lovers aside and ran off into moonless abyss. Not knowing what to make of the situation and afraid to call the police since they had trespassed into a private cemetery Such an experience would have dulled the ardor of most couples but Carmello and Sienna felt that since mysterious fallen woman roused herself and at that rather energetically. Fear diffused passion returned to Carmello’s broad manhood and he and Sienna simply retreated to long forgotten burial chamber towards the edge of the graveyard not far from the encroaching woods to begin sexual antics even more zealous and frenzied fueled by a renewal to outsmart death and engage life. Carmello had entered Sienna from behind matching his thrusts and Sienna’s accompanying screams with the howling of the wolves that also made their homes in these deserted catacombs. The foul odor of decayed corpses never dimmed their fleshly craving. So great was their preternatural lusts that even the dry bleached bones and unseen spirits of the dead wished for life once just to relive former exaltations.
The prior death and resurrection scene became the catalyst for enhanced sexual vitality. Each time they climaxed came the secret unspoken desire to meet their corpse bride once again.
Sooner than they expected Carmello and Sienna wish would be granted.
Leonora licked her blood soaked fingertips relishing the last bits of a delicious meal. With her elongated forked snake tongue she licked her clit producing a violent orgasm that soaked the ground beneath her. Blessed Release and absolution obtained she pondered how much her heightened senses had tingled within her every nerve as drawn from Tecla’s being. Leonora instinctively knew that though unobserved there had been unfamiliar human presences in the burial grounds. But she would deal with that later. Meanwhile she could sense her bride Tecla rushing towards her seeking unification with the ultimate lover and mistress. Her tattered bridal gown trailing behind her Tecla glided swiftly powered by the Leonora’s unnatural sonar. Pieces of the dress were ripped from her body by the nettles, briar bushes; low hanging tree branches and roseless thorns which populated the macabre forest. When one spirit moves out another spirit is always waiting to move in. And so it was with Tecla, her physical body now subsumed into Leonora’s will it’s only desire to obey and to serve its new high priestess.
Revulsion a word that usually sticks in the craw waiting to be vomited out into whatever available receptacle. But Carmello seemed to truly savor the disgust in his palate, swishing it around in his mouth like a fine wine.
He worked in the City Coroners’ office preparing the bodies for their autopsies. Carmello especially enjoyed working on female car wreck victims, in particular those whose heads were mutilated or crushed but the body was basically intact. It was rumored amongst the other staff the reason he worked so late after regular working hours was not the overtime, because unless there was a particularly horrible car, train or bus accident, overtime was tight and few but he stayed to be alone with the female corpses. The ones that were not too badly damaged, often still freshly warm and supple with rigor mortis not yet completely set in, he would mount them right there on the examination table, probing the depths with his saber over and over until right before dawn and the arrival of the morning shift.
One night there was a horrific bus crash killing all twenty six riders aboard leaving most badly maimed and disfigured from the twisted metal and ensuing flames that engulfed its victims in a roadside crematorium. One body had been thrown clear avoiding the disfiguring flames instead only to suffer instantaneous death from total decapitation. The girls slim but voluptuous body was deposited outside a raven by the highway overpass, her head looked down upon the site from the edge of the roadway, its curious death glance all at once asking, why am I up here and you down there?
The bodies or at least the parts that could be found were immediately delivered to the city morgue where Carmello happened to be on duty. The bagged items were placed into the deep freeze to await identification the next day from hastily performed autopsies by overworked doctors. Carmello froze at the great beauty of the headless corpse with its separately bagged cranium in a separate bag lying upon her owners full breasts. As Carmello slid the door of the frozen holding chamber closed he exulted in what pleasures he would inflict upon this soulless beauty once the other workers had gone home. Carmello feigned a heavy number of paperwork needing to be prepared and documented as a reason to stay long after bodies rested in their silver iceboxes.
When he was sure most of the other workers had gone home and nearly all the night shift were busy in outer labs he went to case #7601, opened the door to her refrigerated vault, extracted the body along with its severed head and began his evil ministrations. He carefully placed the head to one side while he unzipped the body from its body bag, carefully folded it, placing the plastic shroud on the adjacent gleaming white table. The he unsheathed head attaching it as best he could to its former owner. The pale mask of death seemed to sigh, breathe and gain a slightly pink color in the previous slate grey cheeks. Vein met vein. Artery met artery. Nerve reconnected to nerve in a futile attempt at revival. Even in its soullessness the unseeing eyes appeared to follow Carmello’s every move. Carmello using the various devices available in the examination room propped up the legs of the cadaver as though she were ready to deliver a baby. Carmello was dressed in hospital scrubs from the waist up and on his hands he wore surgical gloves. However he was nude from the waist down, his massive erection ready to do even more damage to the already disfigured woman lying there unable to resist. He liberally applied the clear water based gel normally used for ultrasounds to #7601’s vaginal and anal regions. He then mounted her crudely manipulating her large full breasts as he thrust at her body very fast and savagely like an enraged beast, until nearly dawn finally ejaculating enough white lighten to fill a gallon bottle of booze, over the severed head with lips parted as though to receive these creamy libations from the demented beast that had just violated her.
Radu was a dandy in the truest sense of the word in his close fitting tailored breeches nipped elegantly at the waist, shirts sometimes ruffled, other times topped by a snazzy ascot tie, always accompanied by a form fitting jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders, seemingly pulling them back even more, pulling Radu into an exaggerated military pose. All of his finery topped off by carefully arranged mountain of honey hued brown curls the envy of woman who partook its visual loveliness. Every part of him encased and refined, futilely attempting to hold back his preternatural beastly pleasures which made themselves known on a nightly basis.
During the day Radu an esteemed member of the leisurely gentleman’s’ class, tittered, talked and charmed the elegant young ladies of the village and their rural counterparts. At night he often dined on the flesh of the female servant class. Their sudden disappearances explained away by the upper classes as disloyal servant wenches who were unappreciative of the generous crumbs thrown to them. Courtly ladies whispered among themselves about girls who did not know their place or the excellent opportunities to absorb higher culture, while Radu stood center stage in his entire sartorial splendor.
But Radu his mind far from these scintillating discussions consentrated most of his cerebral efforts on memories of Leonora. He longed to receive sustenance from her desiccated breasts. Often during the frequent summer thunderstorms he would stand outside enveloped in the enclosing darkness, wind and rain smoking his evening pipe allowing the downpour to carry his thoughts to another time eons ago when Leonora was young, beautiful and nubile. The heavy showers causing even the thick Egyptian cotton of his smoking jacket and underlying nightgown to cling to his well defined muscular structure. As the intensity of the storm increased and the lightning strikes increase in volume his thoughts reached further and further back into time and ancient sensual memories. His manhood excited by these nocturnal dreams spewed force long dead semen in bursts as sudden as the lightning which filled tempest tossed night skies. Radu fondled his pipe full of tobacco that never seemed to be dissipated by the many storms weathered by the two of them over the centuries.
Once back inside his exclusive villa Radu changed from his dripping wet semen soaked attire into a fine pair of silk pajamas ready for sleep as dawn graced the early morning, having gained release from his usual nocturnal curse, solace given him by the thunderstorms and thunderclaps which kept the moon gaining the advantage allowing another simple maid an extra day of life.
As he settled into his flamboyant bedchambers and pulled back the elaborate hand sewn bedcovers of the ornate Italian Renaissance canopy bed replete with seraphim, cherubim, and putti on the ceiling looking down seemingly blessing the lewd acts committed in that bed. Often when the disappearances of local serving girls became too frequent he assume the form of a crow and travel to far flung outreaches of the kingdom for female serfs to satisfy his unholy desires. Though his senses were ravaged by unnatural hungers his loins still longed for fulfillment before he struck the fatal blows. To satisfy both his dual lusts for sex and blood Radu often took a whore from the local bawdy house. Consumed with desire he would take the prostitute into a cave he had secretly into his den of debauchery. The primeval caves were once part of churches long since abandoned and collapsed deep into earthquake ravaged soils. Fallen statues of Madonnas, Catholic Saints and Mystics, Relics, and tombs from Egypt, Europe, Greece, Cyprus and South America littered the subterranean landscape.
The poor girl unable to escape the labyrinth was subjected to his febrile couplings for hours on end as he alternated between human and animal forms. Venturing further into the monastery bottomless chambers were overturned ossuaries, bones bleached white scattered throughout the tombs. As Radu reached his final convulsive orgasm he would rip open the girls throat splattering himself with the girls blood as his yellow gray cream disgorged over her stomach, thighs and legs.
Island of the Damned
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