A newspaper fluttered by when Persephone Washington, darker than
Vampirellas sidekick Pantha, part time private dick, and all time the slime mold
Myxina, combed the equally dark alleys.
(For her origin, you have to read
Myxina in the tentacle section. The factoid-prone author.)
Third black woman slaughtered vampire-style, the paper cried out.
Myxina was out on the streets to get the bastard. So far, none of her sources
had come up with any useful hints. Must be your usual psycho.
Or then, not quite the usual psycho, who would have probably killed
a few hookers like all usual psychos used to do.
But the victims were from the upper class: a scientist, a small company CEO,
a doctor...maybe some Klansmen involved? Didn't fit with the circumstances
either, because Klansmen rarely care for draining the victim of all their blood -
and probably would wet their pants at the thought of infecting themselves.
Damn, she'd have to split herself to watch all the dark alleys. Not that this
would be an impossible task for Myxina, who could stretch to molecule
thickness if neccessary, but her awareness couldn't be everywhere
at the same time.
She sneaked around a bit...hey, wasn't there another figure in red sneaking
too? And that in a Maximum 1 Sneaker zone. She went into
Hi, I'm An Easy Victim mode.
And then suddenly the attacker was over her like lightning.
And in the next moment, in her, as she changed to mold mode immediately.
The attacker hadn't foreseen this slimy situation, and quickly Myxina
tied up the subject with chords and bony cuffs (Myxina was limited to the
abilities of human tissue, but don't underestimate it's strengths. Bones can be
stronger than steel). The subject was rather squirmy, she needed all her
stamina to keep it safely.
"Now, who have we here?", purred Myxina, making eyes (a hundred of them
to compensate for the lousy lighting) at what she caught.
It was a scantily-clad woman with vampire fangs. She bucked wildly,
swearing "I kill you for this!". Then she tried to hypnotize Myxina with a
stare, her eyeballs changing from emerald to burning fire.
Too bad there was, technically, no brain behind Myxinas eyes. No such luck!
"Why do you kill the innocent women?" Myxina hissed.
"What? Me? You did..."
Indeed, definitely not your average psycho. That wench had willpower for
three. But just in case she was right, and barely an innocent vampire
caught at the wrong place at the wrong time...
Myxina decided it was time for the Third Degree. And some fun either.
She melted into the skin of the mysterious woman in red, taking complete
control over her nerve ends.
Especially her lust nerves. Here-a-tickle, there-a-tickle...
"Now, will you talk?"
"MMMMMH!"
"This is a nice technique, called the Orgasm Torture. If you don't talk..."
"OOOOOOOH!"
"...I keep you just a tiny bit from the orgasmic salvation..."
"AAAAAAH!"
"...until you get mad from unfulfilled satisfaction..."
"NOOOOO! PLEAAAAASE!"
"...and I'm on holiday for a week and have lotsa time."
The woman squirmed and pedaled and try to rub her clit against Myxinas
body. It was futile, Myxina held her exactly on the brink of insanity, which
her 'victim' held through much longer than the usual woman, but at last
she cried for mercy.
Myxina pushed a pulsating pseudo-penis
now say that thrice without spitting - the salivating author
so deeply into her 'victim' that she passed out from an uteral orgasm.
"Hey, they don't call me private dick for nothing!"
Five minutes later the woman awoke. Myxina gave her clit a nasty lick
with a pseudotongue ("YEEEEES! I TAAAALK!") to remind her of her
promise.
"Ok gasp, I'm Vampirella (What a surprise, eh? The
all-knowing author), and I'm hunting that serial killer. I'm on a mission
to exterminate all vampires."
"But you are one yourself, right?" Myxina dimly remembered having heard
that name before, striking terror on the underworld, but had dismissed it
as a legend.
"My story is a bit complicated, and I fear we have no time to delve into this
fascinating subject, because a killer is on the loose and now would you please
get your otherwise very stimulating pseudopods off me..."
Right on cue, a cry for help yelled through the dark-alley-next-to-this.
Two very pissed and dangerous women were sprinting to the rescue.
Normally Vampirella would have been much faster, but she was still a bit
exhausted and Myxina barely managed to stop her right at the throat of
the killer, who was bent over a mauled female lawyer.
So they couldn't save her. D'oh! Come on, it was just a lawyer!
So sue me! The bloodthirsty author.
"Yo abominations! Wimin just good for fuck and kitchen! Kill nigga hoes!"
An angry young black man tried desperately to wind himself out of
Vampirellas steely grip, a load of ACME False Evidence Vampire Teeth
falling from his pockets.
"A brother...?! Who even can't speak gangsta slang properly? How dare you
to betray your own race? Vampirella, fangs off, he's mine!"
"If you insist...But make it hurt, blob-girl!" Vampi threw the maniac into
Myxinas arms.
"You bet, sis! And now for you. Are you afraid of pussies? Oh, you
should be afraid of pussies, because Momma is really angry about
you naughty boy. And now I will ground you properly!"
Vampirella watched in awe as Myxina first stripped the killer naked
("Oh, what a tiny weenie! Do you bought a microscope for wanking?"),
then grabbed his feet and stuffed them into her vagina. Then he was
yanked deeper and deeper.
Girls, don't try this at home! The gynecologically-challenged author.
His misogynist rants turned into desperate cries until his was literally
giving head. Then he had completely disappeared and was caught in
Myxinas womb.
"Now what will I try? Just suffocate him? Crush him slowly? Or maybe
dissolve him in digestive acid? Maybe a bit of it all? Ah, I've got it:
Drown him in love juices. Vampi, could you lend me a tongue?"
Of course Vampi couldn't resist the possibility for a little payback. For minutes,
Vampirella could hear Myxinas lust cries, mixed with some gargling noise
deep inside her. She maliciously watched something bumping desperately
inside Myxinas swollen belly, until everything was still.
Hey, I'm against death penalty, but tell that these two hell vixens!
The powerless author.
"Whew, you could have saved me a bit of blood from this bastard, I'm
starved," Vampirella sighed.
"Here, drink it from my breasts. Uhhhmmm, not so fast, you are making me
horny again!"
Myxina and Vampi enjoyed the rest of the night with some fun you won't
find in the Kamasutra, and it probably was the beginning...ah, you know
Casablanca too, don'tcha?
The End