0 comments/ 10567 views/ 9 favorites Daughters of Lilith Ch. 01 By: LateNightStories So God created man in his own image, Adam, and a sister to serve as his wife and companion, Lilith. God commanded the angels to bow down before Adam, but one of them, Iblīs, refused. God said to Adam: "Fill the earth with your offspring and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground." Adam wanted to lay with Lilith, so he could plant his seed in her womb, as God had demanded. He grabbed Lilith and forced her to the ground, but she fought him and wrestled herself free. As she ran away, Iblīs came flying down from Heaven. The Angel lifted her up and carried her away to Nod, the land east of Eden. They had made themselves exiles and carried the mark of God's disapproval forever after. **** When the great flood ravished the world, seven of Lilith's daughters sealed themselves beneath the city of Enoch, to rise once the water had passed. The servants they brought to their subterranean hideout did not rise with them. -From a version of the Book of Genesis recovered from the lost city of Jahalia A Woman Comes as Called 8th of March 2113 - USA How do you define power and success? Is it to own a secluded mansion just an hour's drive from downtown? Is it to own half of the media outlets in the country? Is it having a private line to the White House? How about this? You have your gorgeous new personal assistant, unpaid intern, recently graduated from a top University with high marks and recommendations, laying on all fours, bound on your bed, wearing a French maid's dress that is pulled up past her waist. Mr. Bennet had been born into wealth. When his father died under tragic and unforeseen circumstances, Mr. Bennet inherited not only the rest of his fortune, but also the power that went with it. Young Sasha Turner, on the other hand, had been fighting and clawing all her life to get where she was, which wasn't nearly as far as she would have wanted. Mr. Bennet was the gatekeeper to her dreams of a profitable career, but he wasn't going to open the door's before the young girl had paid her dues and learned her place in his hierarchy. Mr. Bennet strode back and forth across his bedroom floor, holding his cane and watching the marks he had inflicted on the girl's bottom. Sasha was silently sobbing into her mouth-gag. Her mascara was painting streams of black tears down her rosy cheeks. "You need to arch your back again," Mr. Bennet barked in a harsh tone. He was about to give her another strike, but stopped when he heard the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. The call-girl he had ordered had arrived much later than usual, which had had severe consequences for Sasha's bottom. Mr. Bennet marched over to the open window and looked out. The driver was helping a young woman in a skimpy outfit out of the limousine. He ran down the stairs to greet her, not wanting to wait for the maids to show her up. He opened the main doors and saw her stride towards him with confident steps on five-inch stiletto heels. It was as if she was floating weightlessly, every movement had the grace of a ballerina dancer. She wore a thin, loose fitting robe. Her alabaster skin contrasted the translucent black lace. Mr. Bennet felt the hairs on his neck rise. The cold wind blew into the entrance hall, lifting up the woman's robe and granting a full view of her dark bush. "I asked for a blonde girl with pig-tails," he snapped at her, as she walked up the steps towards him. "I spent five minutes on the phone explaining the scenario I wanted to play out." The woman smirked. Her dark hair was done up in an elaborate do, apart from several strands of dark, wavy hair that hang down on each side. Mr. Bennet couldn't deny the beauty of her face. It was as if she was sculpted in white marble, as if her skin was too strong to ever suffer the marks of age. Mr. Bennet reached out his hand and caressed her cheek. Then he slid his thumb into her small mouth and she enveloped it with her rosy red and pouty lips. A sting of pain made Mr. Bennet pull it back out. Tiny pearls of blood fell from the tip of his thumb. She had bit him ... hard. "Your agency will simply add to my bill if you don't return home tonight," he said. She nodded slowly, letting him know that she had understood the implied threat. Yet, her eyes remained eerily expressionless. A silence ensued between them. A silence that didn't seem to be as uncomfortable to the woman as it was to Mr. Bennet. It was the girl who finally spoke. "Keira," she said and extended her hand, inviting Mr. Bennet to kiss it. Mr. Bennet had never kissed the hand of a call-girl before and this wasn't a night for first times. He grabbed her arm and led her upstairs. The first thing Mr. Bennet wanted to do when he entered the bedroom, was to watch Keira's reaction to seeing a girl already tied up on the bed. He was disappointed, and sort of befuddled, when Keira showed no reaction at all. She didn't even glance at Sasha. Instead, her eyes were looking hungrily back at Mr. Bennet the whole time. Mr. Bennet cleared his throat. "You were late, so the two of us started without you," he said, nudging his head in Sasha's direction. Keira rolled her eyes and gave him a polite smile to tell him that she had noticed what he was referring to, but showed no reaction other than that. This put Mr. Bennet off balance. He had never met a hooker that didn't at least pretend to be intimidated by him, if for nothing else, but to save herself from his wrath. As he tried to compose himself, Keira walked over to him and slung her leg up to rest her calf on his shoulder. Shocked by her forwardness, Mr. Bennet was for a moment at a loss. After staring into her cold eyes for a moment, he pushed her onto the bed, beside Sasha. He pushed both of her legs behind her head and was presented with an inviting view of her anus. The skin around her forbidden orifice shared the pallid colour of the rest of her body, except for a slight rosy shade at the centre of the rim. "Clench your teeth, sweetheart," Mr. Bennet said. "I don't want your squeals to scare my maids." He spit into his palm and used the salvia to oil his cock. Keira licked her upper lip and seemed to be happily awaiting that which was about to occur. When Mr. Bennet pressed his member against her flower and let his head sink into her anus, he found the tight walls inside to be surprisingly yielding. No sign of discomfort could be read on Keira's face. This wouldn't do. Mr. Bennet wanted to see her face contorting in pain and fear. He quickened the pace of his thrusts. Keira giggled with delight. She stared up at him intensely with a wolfish grin. Soon, soft and pleasurable moans escaped her lips. Mr. Bennet felt frustrated. He put both his hands around Keira's throat, slowly strangling her. They stared each other down. She still refused to show any sign of fear. Eventually, he gave up. He didn't want to take a chance on actually killing her. He was close to coming, nonetheless, so he threw her on the floor and pulled her up on her knees. As his hand ran faster and faster up and down his shaft, Mr. Bennet felt himself drawing closer to climax. His head tilted back and his eyelids fell shut. A tingling sensation ran through his body, from his shoulders down to the tip of his penis. Soon, rivulets of white goo would rain down upon the lovely face before him. His surprise and annoyance was great when he opened his eyes to find that Keira was not there. He looked around the room. It was empty, except for Sasha, who still lay bound on the bed. The girl looked more frightened than before. She must have seen where Keira went. Just as Mr. Bennet bent forward to remove Sasha's mouth gag, he felt cold, delicate fingers wrap themselves around his neck. He was pulled back from the bed and locked in a strong embrace. Keira giggled into his ear as she wrapped her limbs around his body. Trying to shake her off was in vain, the little creature was hanging on to his back like rodeo champion. Eventually, exhaustion brought him to his knees and he felt a pair of fangs penetrate the skin of his neck. A river of blood ran down his chest. "Get off me, you little bitch!" he screamed. She merely laughed and, with inhuman strength, threw him onto the bed beside his Sasha. He turned around to look at Keira. Her pale cheeks had become flushed, her eyes had turned yellow and her irises had narrowed, like a cat's. Blood ran from her mouth as she licked her lips. "Your blood is positively boiling," she purred, after having swallowed a chunk of it down. "I wonder how the flavour will change. Will there still be some sexual arousal mixed with your fear?" She leaped upon the bed and grabbed Mr. Bennet's arm, twisting it around his back and forcing him on his stomach. He felt her grind her pussy against the back of his thigh. Her body was cold as snow, but between her legs she was wet as a melting stream in springtime. Her mouth latched onto the open wound on his neck and he felt her suck more of his life granting fluids. His mind grew feverish and faint. The strength ebbed from his muscles. When Keira finally let go of him, Mr. Bennet felt like he was close to passing out. His breathing was weak and his chest hurt. He looked at his fingernails. They had turned positively blue. Looking over at Keira, he saw that she was busy untying Sasha from her ropes. Mr. Bennet wasn't going to let this cannibal bitch get the best of him, so he rolled over to the side of the bed and found his ancient old LeMat revolver in the nightstand. Keira had finished untying Sasha and the two women were staring at Mr. Bennet from the other side of the bed. With a shaky hand, Mr. Bennet aimed the gun at Keira and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated her shoulder and exited at the back. It broke a vase before it lodged itself in the wall. Blood was running down Keira's body, the crimson river contrasting her naked alabaster skin. "You're going to make me hungry again," Keira said, through her giggling, "but I don't think you can spare any more sustenance for me tonight." Mr. Bennet saw the gun fall from his shaky hand. He now realised that the woman that stood before him was a demoness. She couldn't be a proper, regular person. Luckily, Mr. Bennet's wife had a nostalgic fascination for the discarded superstitions of old. Mr. Bennet stumbled over to the vanity mirror, where some of his wife's jewellery lay. He moved to pick up a necklace with a silver cross, but when his hand touched it, he screamed in pain. A red mark branded itself into his skin. The pain made Mr. Bennet drop to the floor. "That won't help you," Keira laughed. "I've already shared some of my sickness with you." She walked over to him and pulled him up by the neck. "You've heard the rumours haven't you? - that the Rapture has already taken place and God has already called his flock up to him. If that is true, then all you nonbelievers are left here with us - we who actively rebel against the tyranny of the Heavens." She threw Mr. Bennet down on the floor. There was hardly any strength left him in. His breaths were shallow and dry. He looked up to see Keira walk over to Sasha. "Drink the blood of the Mother," Keira said to her, pointing at the wound on her shoulder. "It will make you strong - stronger than he is - and it will make the marks he has inflicted on your body go away." Sasha did as she was told. Reluctantly at first, but soon with increasing enthusiasm. She started touching Keira's body, grabbing her ass with her hands. When she finally stopped drinking, a low orgasmic sigh escaped her bloodied mouth. The women kissed. Mr. Bennet observed their perversion from where he lay. His head was ringing. Soon, he would pass out. "One day I will give you everything," Keira said to Sasha. "Eternity. Infinite power and everlasting beauty. For the moment, you will simply be my servant, but know that I treat my servants better than he does." She rolled her eyes at the old man at the floor. "Go and bring me his maids. I want to peruse them." The Freelancer 9th of March - close to downtown Have you seen any of those hard-boiled film noire movies? Peter Cadway was sitting in his office with his trench coat still on and the brim of his hat shadowing his face, looking much like the celluloid anti-heroes of old. Socially, he was a functioning alcoholic and a lady's man - making up for his lack of looks with his charming wit. Professionally, he was a freelance journalist and private eye. His hand was currently bleeding from his having crushed an empty glass with his fingers for no other reason than to feel something besides the usual numbness. His cell phone rang. When it seemed like it would keep ringing, he put his cigarette in the ashtray and answered the call. He tried to say "It's me" but his voice had left him. "Mr. Cadway? It's Bennet." Peter cleared his throat. "Bennie, I need you to come through for me. My cat has been drinking water for a month." "That is why I'm calling. I've finally read your exposé on the night-club business." "It's a good story. There is shit going on under everybody's noses." "Yes, but I have decided not to publish it. That does not mean you haven't done a good job. You will be paid most generously." "I'm confused, Bennie." "Have you ever been skiing, Mr. Cadway? I've booked a holiday for you at a skiing resort in the mountains. Your skiing instructor will be a young Swedish woman named Ulla Andersson. Very pretty girl and very flexible. I hear she can eat whipped cream with her feet." "That sounds nice." "If you're worried about your cat, I will send you a house-maid to take care of it." "I don't own a cat." "Then the maid will buy a cat for you from the pet store. Your apartment is a mess. I really think you need someone to take care of it for you. And it is nice to have a pet." "Sweet." "In five minutes, a driver will come and pick you up. Don't worry about packing. I have arranged everything for you." "Will you be ransacking my place when I am gone?" "Yes. We need to take possessions of all the backup files for the work you did on that exposé. You will of course give us all your passwords and information on your cloud storages. Don't worry. All your secrets are safe with us. We won't use them against you." Peter sighed. "Enjoy your holiday, Mr. Cadway. When you return you won't be a freelancer anymore. I will have a very profitable job for you." **** Bennet hung up the phone. "Hurry up," Sasha told him. "There can be no mistakes."