3 comments/ 22873 views/ 3 favorites Target Girl By: dank3647 The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl Book 1: Target Girl Part 1 - Chapter1 - The Slasher Matthew met her at the Target Club. Angela had short-cropped red hair, bright green nails and eyelashes to match. She stood there waiting for his order, looking at him like he was a tempting and illegal afternoon snack. They liked each other right off and he flirted with her all evening. When it was her turn to go on stage, he whistled and applauded like everyone else, but he watched her face – not her tits or her bare ass. By the end of her shift, she agreed to go out with him, and he brought her here, to his private little dungeon, a basement room in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district two miles outside of town. There wasn't anyone around for miles. Of course, she tried to run as soon as he stopped the car. But he was very athletic and she was terrified – too terrified to concentrate on running, or even defending herself. She actually had a gun in her purse, but she fumbled it and he easily, laughingly, took it away from her. Then he'd dragged her into the building, kicking and screaming. He liked these young girls to fight him. Once inside his concrete sanctuary, he actually turned her loose. She immediately attacked him, trying to subdue him quickly. He loved to watch girls fight for their lives, so he never tied or gagged his victims. The longer they fought, the more he was able to terrorize them before he cut them up. After the first few moments, Angela broke down and simply backed into a corner, whimpering, and let him rape her. He took a long time cutting her up, listening to her scream. She begged, she pleaded, she promised him everything, but she didn't fight. Matthew was so upset with her lackluster performance that he butchered her corpse, chopping her into little pieces and tossing them into the street on the other side of town in a trash bag. A week later, Matthew went back to the same strip club, determined to get a pretty girl with some fight in her this time. He found a really nice package - a tiny black haired girl that was so intoxicating, so full of life, he knew that butchering her would be the single biggest thrill of his life. She was small; they call it 'petite', about five feet tall. Her olive skin, black hair and eyes indicated an exotic background. She could have been an Arabian princess. 'Béla,' she said her name was, had an adventurous look in her eyes that said she liked getting into trouble. He would give her more trouble than she wanted. Wearing only a G-string and black mesh stockings, she sat, straddling his lap. "What would you like to do to me," she whispered into his ear, "if we were alone, and you could do anything you wanted?" Strangely, he felt compelled to tell her the truth. When he did, she'd pressed her naked breasts against him and kissed him passionately. Then she sat up, undulating her hips and belly in an incredibly sexy manner that he'd never seen before. "Like this?" she asked, almost whispering. She sensuously raked a fingernail up her belly, from her pelvis to her rib cage, leaving a red welt on her skin as she ground her hips against him. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy. Her eyes glowed with excitement as they gazed steadily into his. He was sure she'd just had an orgasm, right there in front of him, straddling his lap with her sexy legs. He watched her dance on the stage, fascinated with her, imagining little rivulets of blood running down her torso. Afterward, she invited him into a special room in the back to act out his fantasy, offering to be his personal Target Girl. He declined, suspecting it to be a trap. He reasoned that if she and the slut Angela had been friends, she just might be attempting to find and catch Angela's killer on her own. Later, he caught her in the alley behind the bar on her way home, beat her senseless and brought her here, to his basement lair. When she woke up, she fought him fiercely, scratching, kicking and biting. Slashing her with the knife just seemed to excite her into fighting harder. It was almost as if being cut with a knife excited her. He anticipated a wonderful time carving her up. The little stripper was hunched down, holding her side where he'd been able to sink his blade three or four inches into her sweet, soft flesh. Blood dribbled through her fingers where she held the wound closed, trying to keep it from bleeding too much. She was breathing heavily, watching his every move warily. They circled. Surprisingly, the girl seemed to grow stronger as the seconds went by. Within a minute, she was completely ignoring her wound. It even appeared to have stopped bleeding. She dove under his guard, actually attacking him, grabbing his knife hand and pushing herself in close. She sank her teeth into his jaw, tearing flesh and muscle from his face. Then he twisted her around so that he was behind her, his arm wrapped around her head, his knife hand coming in from her right side, sinking the blade deep into her belly. Béla twisted back around, the movement pulling the slippery knife out of his hand, and bit into his neck with her teeth, the knife still in her belly. Matthew savagely pushed her away and landed heavily on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. She cried out in agony as he pulled the knife out of her and raised it over his head to plunge it into her chest. As he began the downward stroke, he realized that she'd passed out from the pain. He'd never known a pretty girl who had fight left in her after he'd slashed her precious face or body once or twice. Most girls were so vain that they would rather be dead and beautiful than alive and scarred. What they preferred didn't matter. When he was finished with them, they were not beautiful. But they were very dead. Looking at her lying beneath him on the floor, Matthew realized that she loved to fight, and she'd fought savagely. She had closed with him several times, allowing him to score with his blade in order to viciously rake his face or body with her teeth and nails. Matthew picked her up and laid her on the sacrificial table in the center of the room. He ran his hands over her breasts and belly, smearing blood from the dozen-odd cuts and slashes he'd given her while they fought. In a short time, he was aroused. He put his hands between her legs and forced his fingers into her cunt. He was surprised to find that she was sopping wet. Evidently, fighting and physical pain made this girl horny. No wonder she loved it so much. He pulled her unconscious form to the edge of the table and began fucking her. He would give her more pain than she would be able to handle. Raising his knife high above his head, he plunged it like a sacrificial blade deep into her lower belly. It was a stroke designed, not to kill, but to cause excruciating agony. Béla gasped as the sharp blade sank into her belly, slashing white-hot through her skin and deep into her gut, waking her instantly. She grabbed her attacker's wrists helplessly as his arm moved up, then down, again and again. Finally, she lay quivering; gasping for air through pierced lungs. Her stomach was too ripped up for her to fight any more. Her torn and slashed muscles simply wouldn't hold her up. Béla mentally performed the mantra she'd learned centuries ago to separate herself from the agonizing pain in her belly, and disperse the sensation more evenly throughout her nervous system. In a very short time, she had her nervous system reprogrammed so she could sensually 'ride' on the incredible pain she was experiencing. She felt her body responding, spreading the agony in her belly and chest more evenly. Her pussy, belly and breasts tingled as an intense orgasm began building up. We'll settle accounts later, she decided. Béla cried out as he stabbed her again. Her body convulsed, her pelvis clamping down against his invading penis. Orgasm after orgasm swept through her. The knife sliced into her yet again, slashing one of her breasts in half. She was losing control as blinding pain and pure, white-hot sensation overwhelmed her senses. Matthew slashed her other breast, carving it in half right through her nipple, destroying its perfect symmetry forever. As he began carving on her face, she lost her hold on the sensations she was experiencing and blacked out. Matthew rammed his cock into her again while drawing a decorative, wavy line from her left cheek down to her belly with his blade. His heart was pounding in his chest. It was hard to breathe. The girl he picked tonight was so much better than the one he'd brought here the previous weekend. She was a true fighter. He felt her death throes as she clamped her pelvic muscles down against his invading cock almost painfully. He could feel his orgasm nearing, a rush of explosive sensation raging through his pelvis and nearly overpowering him in its intensity. He raised the knife blade over his head with both hands. With a guttural scream, he stabbed the knife through her abdomen, pinning her to the table as he came again and again into her dying body, filling her convulsing cunt with the most powerful orgasm he could remember. He leaned, gasping, legs and body trembling, over her steaming, bloody corpse, his face inches from the freshly gaping hole pumping blood around his blade, sucking in the smell of her fresh blood through his nose and mouth. His other hand slipped in the blood on the table as he tried to keep his balance. Sticky red liquid spurted as he pulled his knife blade free. The smell of it was intoxicating. It was everywhere, making the table and floor slippery. He watched as it pumped out of her body. 'She's still alive!' he realized. Béla lay senseless beneath him. Matthew's pelvis was surrounded and soaked with her hot, sticky flesh. His penis throbbed with his need for another release. He sat up, straddling her torso – his ass and balls slippery against her belly, making his need for another release even more intense. He wiped his hands and knife against his bare chest, then thrust his knife deeply into her diaphragm. His entire body was rigid and he was trembling violently. He guided his hard member into the hot, bleeding vagina he had just created with his knife. He could feel her lungs moving, her heart pounding against his cock. He began to thrust into her chest cavity, rocking her body and head forward and back, his hands and knees slipping in her blood. His second orgasm was even more intense than his first. As he pumped his semen into her chest, he stabbed his knife down into her heart, feeling her body convulse as her heart emptied its bloody contents into the freshly gaping wound. He felt a tremor beneath him as she died. Feeling enormously satisfied and exhausted, he collapsed. A hollow, weak laughter escaped his throat. Béla lay unmoving beneath him, her snarls and screams finally silenced, her lungs still, blood slowly oozing from her butchered corpse. "You were really good, babe. Too bad I can't ask for a repeat performance," his raspy voice sounded, unsteady and hoarse. He looked down at her. "Girl, you're a real mess." After a moment, he slid off her cooling body. Raw pieces of meat and drying blood stuck to him as he moved. His dick and balls were soaked dark red. He could feel blood coagulating in the crack of his ass. It made his balls slide around between his legs. That he should be covered in blood and gore felt right, somehow. It made him feel fulfilled and complete. Matthew's feet slipped on the floor when he tried to stand and his hand squished down into her gory, slashed-open abdomen as he caught his balance. Her blood seemed to sting his hand in revenge. Straightening up, he smeared his hand across his body and staggered unsteadily across the room. Her blood seemed to boil on his skin. Now that he had come, he noticed his dick was burning, too. I must have gotten some stomach acid on me, he decided. He went in to the bathroom to shower. Behind him, Béla lay on the table, her heart, chest and stomach ripped open, her dead body cooling. Blood stopped oozing from her wounds and began to coagulate. On a cellular level, however, there was a great deal of activity. Cells that were still alive were growing and dividing, devouring damaged tissue and blood to repair the damage to her heart. The semen pumped into her pelvis and chest was also absorbed, the pure protein becoming an added boost for growth and repair. In just a few minutes, her heart, healed with fresh muscle tissue, began beating once again. Her body temperature began to rise. Béla woke suddenly, gasping for air. She felt incredible; a new birth, a fresh, raw body. She kept her eyes closed and breathed deeply, luxuriating in the sensation of her body renewing itself. Being murdered would be her favorite hobby if she could get it to happen more often. In the last hundred years, she'd only managed it three times. After a time, she opened her eyes. She was still on the table in the center of the room. As she looked down at herself, she could see she was naked, covered with blood and loose chunks of her own flesh. Half of her left breast was missing, her breast tissue regenerating more slowly than more vital parts of her body. She lay back on the table, surprised at the completeness of his butchery. Wow! I missed a lot, she thought to herself, somewhat disappointed. She would have to lie here for awhile until her stomach muscles healed enough for her to even sit up. Her lower abdomen was still intact (he probably didn't want to stab himself in the dick), but the rest of the muscle tissue in her torso was shredded. Almost tenderized, she thought humorously. While her body regenerated, her mind drifted back to the last time she was murdered. Almost fifty years ago, a Nazi officer had shoved a grenade up inside of her. It blew most of her backside off and almost completely severed her legs from her body. Afterward, she was dumped into a huge open ditch with hundreds of dead bodies. It had taken three days for her hipbones and pelvis to grow back. She never ever again wanted to think about what she'd been forced to devour during those three days. Afterward, she had found her Nazi lover and, after retrieving some much-needed vital fluids from his neck, released him from his earthly suffering. After she escaped the country, she decided not to let any smooth-talking military types convince her to take another holiday in Germany. A movement in the room brought her back to the present. She held her breath and watched through slitted eyes as a man, naked, walked across the filthy room. Her attacker had showered and was drying off with a large (pink?) towel. He threw it over a chair and, still naked, opened the door to the nearby refrigerator. Nice ass, she thought, gazing at his naked figure. He keeps himself fit. He should be really tasty. "I may as well retire. It ain't gonna get no better than that," he said aloud to himself as he opened a beer. He tilted his head up and downed half the bottle, making crude noises in his throat as he swallowed. Matthew smiled, savoring the moment at the club when he had dared to tell the hot little stripper how he would violate her sweet, tender body with his blade. Her reaction had been completely unexpected, but incredibly erotic. He wished he could butcher her all over again. He took another swallow of beer. Once you've had the best... he thought to himself, you might as well rest! Behind him, Béla sat up and silently slid her mutilated body off the table. Gentle, dark eyes glowed from her scarred, knife-decorated face as she padded silently across the room toward him. While setting the beer bottle on the sink, Matthew noticed a slight movement in the corner of his eye. He swirled around and found himself staring in horror at the bloody corpse of the young girl that he had just butchered, more terrified of it standing there than he was of actually dying. Why are they always so frightened by their victims? Béla wondered curiously as she reached for him. Matthew tried to scream, but couldn't draw a breath. He backed into the corner of the room, nearly toppling the refrigerator, as the gory apparition moved forward, lifting its arms to embrace him. Snarling, he tried to push the unnatural thing away, horrified by actually having to touch it. 'What's wrong?' he heard in his mind. 'You didn't have any trouble touching me earlier...' Gently wrapping her arms around his neck, Béla pulled herself up his body, smearing her blood on his freshly washed bare chest. She embraced him lovingly, then wrapped her legs around his waist. Filled with horror, violently slamming against walls and falling over chairs, Matthew struggled to get free. Her body was so slippery with her own blood that he couldn't get enough of a grip to dislodge her. He felt her hot breath on his skin as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her hair was cold and sticky with congealed blood. As her teeth sank into his neck, he began to shake convulsively. There was an incredible pain in his chest that arched down into his left arm. I'm having a heart attack! he realized. I must be hallucinating. This can't be happening! It isn't possible! Grabbing her wet, sticky hair with both hands, he pulled back on her head. Tightening her arms around his neck, she bit down harder. In his terror, he heard her growling protest, "MMNNooooo.... My turn now..." His feet slipped in fresh urine and his legs went out from beneath him. Béla's teeth sank delicately into his neck and a contented sigh escaped her lips as the fresh, hot pulse of new life spurted into her mouth. She was so blissfully deep into her feeding that she scarcely noticed the impact of their entwined bodies crashing to the floor. His heart beat painfully loud as his life-blood was sucked out of his body. His penis engorged itself in one final effort to survive, taking up its small amount of blood for a last procreative thrust. Béla felt the insistent pressure between her legs and moved herself to accommodate him. She gently slid herself over his growing member and rocked her pelvis back and forth while she fed. Her lips forming a tight seal on his neck, she continued swallowing the hot, life-giving fluid as it spurted into her mouth and down her throat. His heart, finally depleted of blood, gave one final thump and stopped. His engorged penis convulsed several times as Béla received his final gift into her ravaged body. Rest in peace, Angela, she thought, licking the blood off her lips. He won't hurt anyone ever again. She fell asleep on top of him, sated. Target Girl "What the hell is bukkake?" I asked Rick. "It's where a bunch of guys jerk off on you." My husband explained. "Like a circle jerk?" "Ya, you get a cum bath." Rick agreed. "No penetration?" "Nope, they just shoot on you." Rick assured. "And they pay me three hundred dollars for that?" I was interested now. My husband being a taxi driver had heard of a bukkake club that met monthly to jerk off on some cumslut. All the participants were businessmen and the pillars of the community. It was their naughty little secret. My loving husband suggested it would be an easy way for me to pick up some cash. I wasn't bad looking, had a great set of tits, 38D, the kind guys like to tit-fuck. Rick knew I am a cumslut as I had sucked almost every one of his friends' cocks at one time or another. I could swallow cum all day with no ill effects. "Give them my number." I told him. It was a Tuesday afternoon when Preston Featherstone phoned. Featherstone owned an up market men's' wear store downtown and was well known. "Michelle Greene?" he asked. When I identified myself he said he was calling regarding the possibility of me helping out with the Downtown Businessmen's Club. That is what they called their little jerk off club. He wanted to confirm that I was interested in spending a couple of hours with the members in return for a substantial fee. I assured him that I was at his service and he requested I drop by his store so he could get a look at me and finalize the arrangements. We agreed to meet at closing time that afternoon. Featherstone's Apparel was located on the mezzanine level of the swanky downtown Terminal Towers Mall. It was not a mall I was accustom to shopping in as it was composed of boutiques of outrageously priced merchandise. The store was deserted when I entered and Featherstone emerged from the back stockroom to greet me. We exchanged greeting while Featherstone appraised my suitability for his needs. I had carefully prepared for our meeting, hair and makeup done just so and an expensive short black sheath suspended by spaghetti straps. The dress had cost me almost three hundred dollars for last year's Christmas party. Fortunately it still fit. As the dress was very form fitting I only wore pantyhose under it to avoid panty lines. The bodice of the dress looked better without a bra. "I wonder if I could have a better look at you?" Featherstone asked. I knew he meant he wanted to see me naked. "You may go into the backroom while I lock the doors." He suggested. The stockroom was very brightly light by overhead fluorescent lights, a harsh change from the soft lighting in the store. The walls were lined with neatly stacked boxes of stock, shirts, socks scarves and miscellaneous accessories. There was a table at one side of the room. I went over to the table and begin to undress. I hoped to be naked when Featherstone came in so I would not have to disrobe with him watching. I had just folded my dress and placed it n the table and was getting out of my pantyhose when Featherstone entered the stockroom. "Very nice." he said as I balled the pantyhose in my hands and turned to face him. "One more thing and the job is yours." he smiled. He pulled down the zipper on his expensive trousers and reached in to pull out his erection. So he wanted a blowjob to give me the deal. What the hell I had gone this far so what was sucking one more cock going to matter? I dropped to my knees as he approached. Opening my crimson lips my tongue came out providing a ramp for his cock to enter my mouth. Expertly I allowed his meat to slide on my lower lip avoiding contact with my teeth as he journeyed into my warm wet haven. My lips sealed about half the way down his shaft as my tongue begin to caress the intruder. Featherstone moaned and lurched forward driving the bulbous head against the back of my mouth. I gagged slightly and readjusted him to a more comfortable depth. "Suck it you cheap little whore!" Featherstone snarled. Quickly I fell into a pace where the head of Featherstone's cock was just entering my throat in rapid stabs allowing me to breathe between plunges. When I sensed he was close to eruption I tilted my head back to allow his jism a direct path down my throat into my belly. Skillfully I did not loose a single drop of his precious sperm. Considerately Featherstone gave me an after diner mint to subdue the salty taste of his sperm permeating my mouth after I had ingested his cum. As I dressed he told me the time and date I should be at the Town Manor Hotel. For security I was to wait in the downstairs bar of the Town Manor. The Town Manor is about a ten-year-old luxury hotel located in the midst of the downtown towers. It is in the same complex as the coliseum and within walking distance of the theater district. In the lower level there is a small intimate bar, The Wonderbar. This is where I was to wait to be taken up to the room. I had spent the afternoon at Roberto's having my hair done and a manicure. Roberto himself had skillfully applied my makeup. I was going to be a beautiful target for my benefactors' cum. I was on my second Margarita when Featherstone arrived for me. He led me to the bank elevators that whisked us to the 20th floor. Suite 2005 was lavish. Furnished in white French Provincial with an elegant canopy bed, which was to be my place to stay. There was a collection of about twenty men already assembled in the room. All clad in expensive custom-made suits and there was not a pair of shoes that cost less than $300. These me were the cream of the crop, not mere underlings. The occupants studied me as I entered to see if I was worthy of their sperm. Featherstone instructed me to go into the washroom and come out naked. All eyes were on me when I emerged nude from the washroom and walked over to the bed. The men had removed their trousers and most were naked from the waist down preparing their cocks the bathe me. I took my place naked on my back in the middle of the bed. "Keep your eyes and your mouth open at all times." was Featherstone's final instructions. "O.K. gentlemen, begin!" Featherstone invited. The first splotch hit my right cheek. It was warm and thick. The second my nose, dripping down over my nostril. The next found its mark and landed right on my extended tongue. As I swallowed my catch a downpour of white rain commenced. The thick sticky goo landed everywhere, mostly on my face and tits but some splattered in my freshly shampooed hair. A huge stinging glob hit my left eye. The first volley lasted about ten minutes before the deluge of sperm subsided. The stench of cum filled the air as the coating of cum dribbled from my curves. "Take five!" Featherstone said tossing me a clean white towel. I wiped the excess cum from my face and breasts. Then I felt fingers probing my pussy. "There is not supposed to be any penetration?" I looked into Featherstone's face. "Don't worry, we will make it up to you." He assured me as fingers explore my cunt. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Have you ever been gangbanged?" Featherstone grinned. I had had a few threesomes but a gangbang was something else. "No." I answered. "Nineteen virile men's bare cocks!" Featherstone promised. There was no use resisting, my first attacker mounted me. Expensive cologne filled my nostrils as cock filled my pussy. Spontaneously my cunt responded secreting nature's lubricant around the intruder. My vagina stretched to provide space for my rape. "Oomph!" the hard cock drove into my hole. I looked into the eyes of my attacker. He could have been a banker, a lawyer. He likely owned a million dollar house in trendy Ancaster with a refined wife and children attending a fine university. My legs wrapped around his hips as I drew him into my pit. I fucked each and every one of them. Some lead me to orgasm whilst others just satisfied my need to be filled with throbbing cockmeat. After I had dressed and was about to take my leave Featherstone handed me three crisp one hundred dollar banknotes. Another gentleman gave me the result of an unplanned whip-around, a wad of bills totaling an additional five hundred dollars. As I left the Town Manor with my purse full of cash and my pussy full of the crème de la crème I headed directly to Terminal Towers to purchase the red dress I had admired a few days earlier.