Hunted Ch 03 2

Cindy ducked her head under the hot water scrubbing furiously to remove the foul mess she had been left in. Physically, she felt fine, strong even, but withdrawn as if something were missing or being pulled away from her. Still nervous despite the collars sedating effect, she kept the shower curtain half drawn and the bathroom door open so she could watch the hall.

Her last walk through the house had found nothing out of sorts. The windows locked, doors firmly shut, everything the way it should be. But why did she feel like she was not alone?

Finally, feeling clean, she turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly about her. In front of her mirror, the black collar was a stark contrast to her skin. Touching it gently, it felt dry despite the shower, the subtle vibration sickeningly comforting.

Stepping out to her bedroom, she quickly dressed, feeling the hair on the back of her covered neck and arms standing on end. Pulling on her jeans, she turned, falling on the bed with her legs tangled in her pants.

"No!" she yelled, expecting to see someone behind her. Wide eyed, she saw nothing but the wall. What was that? With a shudder, her bare back still felt the tracing of fading heat between her shoulders, like strange fingers caressing her.

Standing again, she quickly dressed before racing out of the room and the odd breath of heat following her. In the hall, she opened the closet door and grabbed a scarf. Back in the bathroom, she wrapped the scarf around the collar, trying to hide it.

As she draped the scarf over her shoulder, she noticed a faint glow in the reflection above her head behind her. Spinning in place, she felt the brush of warmth and watched the flash of eyes fading.

Breaking for the hallway at a run, she raced for the door. Panic stabbing her heart as the hall seems to stretch away, the suddenly heavy cold air dragging at her as the collar flexed.

"No, not again," she whimpered as she fought her way down the hall. Reaching the door, the sun faded in the window, a deepening chill enveloping her. Pushing against the weight bearing her down, arm stretching for the door now impossibly far away.

A breath of warmth caressed her ear, but she could not scream despite the need burning in her lungs. The collar growing warmer, the vibration increasing, as the constriction eased.

Two forms floated through the hall, closely watching. Attracted by the draw of the collar around the Cindy's neck, they approach hungrily. Twin sisters, witches from ages past, killed long ago by the people they tormented. One killed by flame, the other ice, a last curse empowering their return to haunt humanity. The sister of flame, always the first to touch, took her pleasure in teasing their victims. Edging them on as she built their passion, enflaming emotion while drawing their victims' strength.

The sister of ice, cold as the frozen water that took her life, driven by a hatred so powerful in her presence the stain lingered wherever they passed. Leave her sister the gentle teasing fanning the flames, for her the desire was to feed from fear as she crushed her victims.

"What is this?" Cindy whispered. Trying to turn her head to catch a better look at the red glow just on the edge of her vision.

"You don't know?"

The voice was so light she could barely make it out, drifts from the empty air, seductive in its emptiness. The air felt warm in its wake, a contrast to the chill pressing against her.

A glowing red outline shimmered into existence, hovering just to Cindy's side. The glow took form and Cindy could see the woman beside her. Long hair that fading to flickering flames revealing a gentle face with burning eyes. Afraid to speak or move, Cindy felt herself trembling as the apparition brought up a hand to caress her face.

The touch was soft as it traced her cheek to grasp her chin. Moving close, the vision's head turned slightly sideways, holding Cindy's eyes. The moment stretched forever as she felt the thing crawling through her mind, fiery strands rooting out her secrets, thoughts, everything about her.

"She doesn't know!" The fiery apparition laughed cruelly, shrilly, hand holding Cindy's head still. "But why would you? It's not like we explain things to our prey. Sad almost," she said mockingly, floating backwards as her fingers trailed away.

"She has the mark of ownership upon her. He has already claimed her."

Suddenly, icy hands grabbed Cindy, slamming her hard enough against the wall to knock the breath out of her. The vibration in the collar increased, the now familiar tingle spreading under the chill. A blue shape, identical to the red one, snapped into existence in front of her, the edges sharper than the other and painful to look upon. The apparition glared with a glow of hatred Cindy would never have felt possible. The silence oppressive as Cindy felt the icy hands scratching under her sweater, gentle yet feeling as if they were fighting the urge to rip her apart. Her belly tightened as the sweater rose to just under her breasts when, with a violent lurch, the blue apparition ripped the sweater from Cindy and hands cold as death drag sharp nails over the bare skin.

"Not just for you, sister," the other said softly, appearing by Cindy's side. "Let's sample this treat and be off for now. If it survives, we can return to claim the remains."

Warm lips took Cindy's ear to bite harshly while warm hands followed the cold to caress her body. The collar's vibration continues, drawing her will away and feeding from her fear, covering her in a feeling like static under their hands.

The bites to her ear move down her cheek, avoiding the collar to her shoulder. The bra ripped violently and she gasped, one breast feeling an intense chill as they roughly squeezed it while the other was burning hot. Feeling herself pulled from the wall, they thrust Cindy into the middle of the hallway, supported by the two ghostly women floating above the floor.

Despite herself, Cindy's head rolled back in terrified ecstasy. The collars vibrations burned through her, making the ghostly women's touch even more intense despite the pain. Hands roughly grab and squeeze her, icy lips taking a nipple to bite.

Floating higher, her pants torn as cruel hands squeezed her legs, impossibly all over at once. Her body twitched helplessly at the sudden bites and scratches, intense cold or hot, impossible to guess as her mind was blinded by the moment.

Her mouth opened in a gasp as icy fingers caress her pussy, pushing themselves inside. She moaned through clenched teeth, hips rocking against the air.

"She is strong, sister. The beasts chose well to put her forward." She distantly heard from behind her.

A cold sensation pushed against Cindy; her legs pried apart. Frigid hands grabbed her hips and her head rocked forward, looking down to see the blue ghost preparing to penetrate her with an ethereal cock. She cried out with passion at the feeling of intense cold sliding inside her, icy hands squeezing her hips, moving in time with the manic thrusting.

"Yes, let's take this one before the beasts drain her."

She felt hands on her ass and suddenly intense heat slides in behind her. Filling her as she had never experienced, barely able to breathe as they thrust wildly.

Body rocking with the motion, Cindy's mind blanked as the apparitions use her in the hall. Floating in the air, her body convulses as orgasm after orgasm, intensity fueled by the humming of the collar, smashes through her. The collar collecting that passion, competing with the sisters as they absorb her energy.

As the ghostly Sisters continue their assault, Fruild, in his cave, stared in rapture at the captured life force of the human flowing from the bowl, collecting it in the crystal attached to his staff. As Cindy had a final devastating orgasm, the energy blasts outward from the bowl uncontrolled, throwing the smaller creature against the far wall, leaving him stunned. The echo thundered through the caves, bringing shouts of alarm. Across the room, Fruild shook his head, trying to clear his vision, amazed at the concentration of energy the human possesses.

Moments later, the cloth door ripped aside as Jirax rushed forward, twin axes ready in his hands, expecting to find the room full of his enemies. Ignoring his master for the moment, Fruild draws the remaining energy to a crystal on his staff, holding the wood tight as the vibration settles.

"What is it?" Jirax yelled over the fading remnants of energy drifting about the cave.

"It is good, Master," Fruild said weakly, dropping to the floor but keeping the staff upright, the sickly green stone pulsating in the dim light. "Such power! You will grow strong with this one!"

Jirax stepped forward angrily, prepared to kick the prone Fruild. "We are strong!"

"Yes, Master, we are, but you will grow stronger with my magic!"

Jirax stops mid stride and with a growl turned and pushed past his warriors to leave the cave. Muttering, they filed out behind, small misshapen shapes scurrying into the dank halls.

"Yes, stronger yet, Master," all tones of subservience replaced by bitter anger. "And once I am strong enough, there will be a new tribe leader."

The Sisters finish with Cindy and fade as the sisters attention overwhelmed her. Dropped to the floor, collapsing to her side, she curled into a shuddering ball. The collar's humming vibration continued, already healing the damage from the women's affection. Her body still aching with a cold soul deep.

"Should we keep her?" the sister of ice said, her words sharp in the silence.

Considering her sister, she responded, "No, we have other prey. She is strong, though. If she survives, we can always return to feed before Diaisathius claims her through his pets."

With a growl, the sister of ice snapped out of existence, leaving her fiery sister laughing softly as she followed.

As the spirits fade, light returns to the hallway, the oppressive cold fading with them. Slowly, Cindy pushed herself to lean against the wall. Knees up, hands over her bowed head, she sobs silently.