Day Blood

Building 4. I hate that building, of all the crap that comes with being a security guard, bad pay, poor hours, and of course being portrayed as an anal retentive loser. All of those reasons pale in when compared to how much I hate building 4.

It just sits there in the middle of the North Yard, a half-mile from Milner's main plant. During Wisconsin's winters leaving snow up to your knees, trudging out there just to check an abandoned building. ARRRGHH!!! At one time building 4 was important, why else would the Milner's have built a double row of storm fencing topped with barbed wire surrounding it? I know that once the building was used as a shipping office, then it was a storage site for toxic waste. Now it was just a pain in my ass.

All of these thoughts ran through my head as I plodded my way through snowdrifts towards the cinder block building. Feet freezing, fingers numb as I fumbled with the cold metal pad lock. Bitching under my breath, I stomped through the open gate and into Building 4. Like silver fog my breath mixed with the smells of pigeon shit and musty feathers. Stomping up the concrete ramp, to knock snow off of my boots, I headed towards the one key I had to scan. Just so I could turn around and walk the half-mile back to the main plant. "There" I spoke to no one as the scan wand made a beep, scanning the keys magnetic strip. I turned to leave and stopped. There was light coming from underneath the old shipping office door. Like a puddle of spilt yellow paint, it lay there in the shape of an upside down yield sign.

One would think all of my security guard training and experience would be screaming me. "GET OUT!" or "CALL FOR HELP!" No, none of this crossed my mind. Just a curiosity to see what was making that light. Like a marionette with tight strings, I walked and place my hand on the doorknob. It was suddenly warm. The warmth snapped me out of the trance I had been in. The warmth, building 4 was unheated. My partner's, John, voice ran through my head. He had caught some stoned teenagers in building 4 once and only as John could tell it.

"Stupid motherfuckers where fucking like bunnies." Probably just some kids in there then, I thought as my hand started to turn the doorknob. I pressed my shoulder to the old thin door, planning on my sudden appearance to scare that was in the other room. That was my plan. Not the plan of it, the thing waiting for me on the other side of the door.

As I leaned against the door. It was ripped open from the other side! I fell forward into the room, something pale grabbed the front of my shirt and jerked hard. I was thrown face first onto the old brown threadbare carpeting covering the cement floor. A smell like old earth filled my nostrils. Panicked, I clawed and struggled to get up. Suddenly, whatever it was, was on my back forcing me back down, my head pressed flat to the floor. I could see my flashlight rolling back and forth casting its beam of light until it stopped, just resting against the broken casters of an abandoned office chair. I reached out straining to grab it. Ice cold fingers seemed to caress my hair for a second before turning my head to one side. Black hair fell across my face and the ancient smell grew stronger. Something cold touched the side of my neck, a light wet touch, it felt as if a cold tongue was licking my neck.

Small hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I wanted to scream for help! I opened my mouth to scream. A white-hot burning filled my throat stifling my half-born scream for help into an almost silent groan. Cold lips pressed themselves to my neck and the pain changed to an incredible feeling of peace. I lay there my eyes could just make out the glow of a space heater in between the black strands of hair that were blocking my vision. The edges of my vision darkened and grew hazy. Then the mouth on my neck was gone.

I felt myself being turned over. A pair of black boots walking over and a black skirt filled my vision for a second. I blinked and struggled myself up, and tried to stand. A black boot pushed me back down until I was sitting on the cold carpeted floor. A chuckle pulled my eyes up away from the boots and into its...into her eyes. Hazel eyes stared down into mine. She adjusted her white blouse, and broke her gaze into my eyes.

"Did you enjoy it?" She asked as she dug through a brown leather purse.

"Enjoy?" I could barely hear my whispering voice floating in the cold air.

"Being fed on." She pulled out a white handkerchief from her purse, and pressed it to her lips. The white cloth came away crimson stained. I shook my head and tried to scoot back further from her. "You will come to love it, I think." Her eyes lifted from the stained handkerchief and bore in to mine.

"Who are you?" I suddenly felt her kneeling next to me pressing that stained cloth to my bleeding throat. She turned my head to stare once more into my brown eyes.

"Stephanie is as good a name as any." I nodded, somewhere a voice was screaming at me to get up, to flee, to fight, but all my strength had left me. Her hazel eyes danced and sparkled with moonlight. I blinked once.

I was flat on my back the coldness of the room waking me. I looked up and saw her standing astride me, like some conquering warrior. Her obsidian silhouette. All I could see was her white smile from within the shadows. I felt her black leather boots against my bare hips. With a start I realized I was naked. I looked around panicked, my uniform was there, next to me, neatly folded. It reminded me of the way, I put it away at home. Did I undress myself? I looked back up into the shadow covering me. Stephanie's smile grew larger and sharper. I became aroused, my cock grew and rose up, like a snake lifting its head to pay homage to some ancient dark Goddess. I felt the hem of her black skirt brush against my belly and bare thighs. A small moan escaped from my lips, Stephanie lowered herself closer to me. Her hazel eyes gazed down, pressing, into mine.

"So warm, so warm for me." I shuddered as more and more of her black skirt touched me. Like ice, her skin pressed against my thighs, and like a velvet glove, her pussy swallowed the head of my manhood. She bit her lips and gasped. "So warm." More and more of my cock were swallowed up into her. Bit by bit, she pressed against me, and my stiffness was seemingly absorbed up into her. Her bare ass rested on top of my upper thighs. A blissful, a hungry smile painted itself across her mouth. Stephanie tilted her head back and started to move against me ... small circular ... grinding ... motions. It felt like a cold velvet hand tightened around my cock. Cold at first, but growing warmer, as it stroked and squeezed it. Stephanie, head tilted back, continued to twist against me. Her bare thighs opening and closing slightly, tightening her pussy's grip on my hard shaft. My hips bucked, hips jerking upward under the tent of her skirt. Her mouth opened and I felt rather than heard her groan of pleasure. I felt the walls of her pussy swell further tightening around me. Muttering something under her breath, Stephanie lifted up slightly and then back down against me. Up, up, until just the head of my cock was inside her. Down, down her greedy cunt swallowed me up. She whispered at me in a language I did not understand. Faster and faster she rode me. Her pussy milking and sucking at my cock. Then her entire body stiffened, what sounded like a painful shriek ripped from her. Her spasm shook her forward, her mouth descended and locked onto mine. I pulled away from her mouth trying to breathe as waves of pain and pleasure shook my body.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" I felt myself spasm deep inside of her. As if waiting for that moment, her hands twisted my head to the side. Her mouth descended and again I felt those burning cold lips and teeth at my throat. Unbidden my hands entwined themselves in her ebony tresses. I held her head and drinking mouth tight against me. My cock started to cum within her. Her pussy continued to milk my shaft, now in rhythm with her sucking at my neck. "Oh my God!" I screamed. Her mouth ripped itself from my throat.

"Goddess." She corrected before descending upon my bleeding throat and my hands held her tight.