Nightmare Creatures

The Limo finally pulled to a stop outside the main entrance, Rachel was having second thoughts about the assignment, but she knew it was too late to turn back. She gingerly stepped out of the car, walking hesitantly towards the imposing huge oak doors. Her heart was thumping as she looked for a button for the door bell. Ben laughed as he reached above her and pulled a chord which sounded a chime somewhere deep in the bowels of the castle.

As she waited, Rachel had time to study the external façade of the building. She had been around enough sets to notice that this was a recent but realistic reconstruction of the a real castle in Europe. The builder had taken pains to model it closely with attention to detail.

When the doors finally creaked open, she fully expected to be greeted by a uniformed butler. Instead, her eyes fell upon a fragile looking elderly gentleman in his sixties. She could feel his eyes on her as he quickly scanned her body and face, muttering “lovely, very lovely and elegant creature.”

Ben stepped forward: “Professor Moriarty, may I present to you Miss Rachel Green, our latest and most lovely addition to Cleo’s family.”

Professor Moriarty: “Yes, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Rachel. Madame Tussard has told me much about you and I can see you are even more beautiful in person, the pictures do not do your figure and complexion justice.”

Uncertain of how to respond Rachel merely said; “Thank you, you are too kind.”

Turning to Ben, Moriarty said: “Well, you have received latest instructions did you not, there are some er minor changes to the usual terms.”

Ben nodded back to Moriarty: “Yes, I have been briefed, don’t worry.”

Rachel asked worriedly: “What changes, Madame Tussard did tell you that I was only here for a purely social visit and the obligatory cocktail?”

Moriarty: “Obligatory cocktail? Yes she did mention that, in fact that’s the change, so don’t you worry your pretty little head. Ben can see himself out and you can follow me to the bar so I can toss up something that will make you feel a lot better.” He smiled as he led her along a stone stairway that spiraled downwards into what seemed to be a bottomless pit.

Even from the outside the castle had an evil foreboding look about it. As they moved from the deeper into the castle, Rachel could sense an air of unholyness, the pungent odor of death and decay became stronger as they journeyed deeper into its unholy bowels. They passed through many closed and locked doors and she shuddered as she imagined what lay beyond the silent bolted doors. Rachel could not wait to end this assignment quickly and was grateful when she felt the reassuring bulge of the agency mobile in her purse.

At last they arrived at the bottom which opened up into a central area which appeared to be a working laboratory. Shuffling ahead of her, Moriarty hastily cleared some papers from a bench making room for her to take a sit. He was apologetic: “I am sorry, this is my work area and my work takes up most of my time. So please forgive the untidiness.”

Rachel gingerly took a seat, she was momentarily distracted by what appeared to be a huge table which occupied the center of the lab. It almost resembled an operating table : “Just what kind of work do you do Professor?”

Moriarty laughed: “All sorts, before my retirement I was engaged to carry out various projects by the government. My two areas of specialties are genetic mutations and artificially enhanced sensory perception.”

Rachel had no idea what this meant but said politely: “how interesting and fascinating.”

Moriarty: “Yes, but not half as fascinating as you my dear” he sat down beside her, putting an arm around her waist: “that’s why I want to get to know you a little better tonight and conduct a little experiment of my own.”

Trying to extricate herself Rachel said: “Yes, but lets talk a little first, get to know each other more.”

Moriarty leaned closer, he could detect her alluring fragrance, and his fingers savored the feel the soft smooth skin of her bare upper arms : “But conversation is so dull, its not my forte.”

Rachel was anxious to conclude this assignment fast and resorted to the cocktail: “Well perhaps a little social drinks will help break the ice and loosen your tongue.”

Moriarty gave her a smile that showed his yellowed uneven teeth: “Actually my tongue is loose enough as it is and I can show it to you.”

Rachel: “But I am a tad thirsty, perhaps I can have a lemonade pls?”

Reluctantly, Moriarty conceded and Rachel was relieved when he left her side and shuffled over to the fridge. He returned shortly with a tall glass of lemonade.

Moriarty: “I made this special brew just for you. I am sure you will like it”

Rachel gratefully accepted the drink. This marked her cue to end the assignment after the “Obligatory Cocktail.” 

Rachel: “Thank you Professor, but I do not feel well, its been a long day for me so its best that I depart now. We can meet up again soon.”

She had expected Moriarty to object, but was thankful when he said: “Yes, I can understand, you will be most welcomed here any time. But at least finish your cocktail first, after all it is an Obligatory Cocktail and an agency rule.”

She cautiously took a seep of from the glass and found the lemonade to be very delicious. Moriarty watched anxiously as she slowly finished ½ the glass. “Drink it all up dearie, it good for young growing bodies like yours.” he urged her on.

Reluctantly she gulped down the rest of the lemonade. “That was very nice indeed, now if you’ll excuse me, let me just alert Ben to pick me up.” Reaching for the agency she mobile she dialed for Ben but received a busy tone. Her anxiety grew as she tried several more times with the same results.

Moriarty inquired casually: “What’s wrong dearie?”

Rachel did not wish to stay a second longer in this unholy place, not wishing to alert him to latest developments she quickly answered: “Er nothing, I have to meet him now at the front door as he is not coming down here.”

Moriarty gave her an incredulous look: “Did he now, why don’t you call your driver down, he can have afew drinks with us.”

Rachel : “No no, he has another assignment and must leave immediately, in fact he told me to hurry up.”

Moriarty: “Well if you must go, then you must go, you know the way to the front door, just follow the steps up.” He gestured to her, openly grinning.

Rachel tried to getup, but it seemed her entire body from the neck down was cast in concrete. Again she tried to push herself up from the couch, but her hands and legs stayed dormant and unresponsive. Moriarty sat down beside her again: “Rachel, what’s wrong? I though you were going to leave?”

Rachel looked up helplessly in silent rage at him: “You bastard, you spiked the drink. This was not part of the assignment. You are in a lot of trouble when Ben finds out.”

Moriarty responded with an innocent look: “What are you talking about? If I spiked your drink, how can you still be fully conscious. I think my dear that you really want to stay, that’s why your body is not listening to you.”

Rachel’s pulse raced as she tried to extricate herself from a hopeless situation: “You gave me some sort of drug that leaves me fully conscious but immobilizes my body. Ben will be down here any second now.”

Moriarty: “Oh really, well I have left the front door unlocked so Ben can get here in his own good time. Until then, we can take advantage of this to get to know each other better my dear.”

Without waiting for her answer, he placed his left arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Rachel desperately cried out: “if you even lay a finger on me I will scream, and you know I am supposed to call the agency at the start of every assignment to let them know I am ok. If they do not here from me, this place will be crawling with cops in no time.”

Moriarty gave a casual wave of his arm: “Fine, if you want to invite the authorities over, I have no objections, lets see whether they come at all. But in the mean time, lets see if your body is as hostile to me as you are. As for screaming, no one will hear you in this secluded part of the woods”

Rachel watched helplessly as Moriarty’s fingers followed the contours of her neck slowly down to her cleavage. The drug had immobilized her body without depriving it of the sense of touch. She felt his fingers fumbling for the zip at the back of her gown, finding it and drawing it slowly down the back of her dress.

Moriarty’s eyes widened in lust as the dress slipped down her upper torso to reveal Rachel’s perfectly shaped breast barely covered in the sheer silky white bra. She knew that the expensive fabric was so sheer that her nipples it hardly concealed her nipples. 

“Mmmm, very nice, I can see fine genes has endowed you with perfectly sized champagne shaped breasts. And my but they are very sensitive to touch too.” Moriarty followed the contours of her right breast with his fingers, moving up to find her nipple, he gently took hold of it between his long finger nails and squeezed and tickled them through the silk fabric.

Rachel shuddered as she felt the sensitive nipple harden partially under his teasing touch: “Please stop, I don’t feel well at all.”

Moriarty laughed: “It looks like your body does not quite agree with you Rachel.” Kneeling in front of her, his right hand found her left breast and proceeded to squeeze the nipple through the silk fabric of her bra. She watched helplessly as the right nipple involuntarily became partially erect under his teasing caress. 

Moriarty continued: “You see Rachel, your body reveals your inner most desires to me much like an open book, so I can see beyond your façade.”

His hands momentarily left her breasts as he reached behind her to unfasten the hook of her bra. She again tried to at least will her body to shy away from him, but the drug had done its job well, leaving her with no control of any part of her anatomy from the neck down. All she could do was to turn her head and open and close her eyes.

She watched helplessly as he discarded her bra. His jaws became slack as he fixed his gaze on her breasts. “Oh what exquisite perfection, perfect form and texture” he muttered in a dazed state under his breath, licking his lips in hungry anticipation. 

Rachel’s body was totally defenseless as her arms lay flaccidly on her side unable to fend of Moriarty. He buried his head in her bosoms breathing in her alluring fragrance, before moving his tongue and mouth to her right breast, covering it with wet kisses and moving slowly up the rise before finally settling on her nipple. “Oh how soft, like a baby’s bottom, and so fragrant” he muttered before circling it with his warm wet tongue and drawing it into his mouth.

She flinched involuntarily as the warm wet tongue made first contact with her nipple, and noticed that the drug did not influence her involuntary muscles and functions like her breathing and heart-rate. Of cause this did not do her any good, if anything, she preferred to have a unfeeling body.

“This couch is too uncomfortable, I think you would prefer to be in a fully reclined position.” Moriarty swiftly lifted her limp and unresponsive body and carried her to the huge operating table. He was surprisingly strong for his age and he gently lay her supple form onto the metallic table. 

She flinched as the cold metallic surface of the immense table made contact with her sensitive bare flesh. On closer inspection, Rachel now noticed that the table was equipped on either sides with leather restraints and shackles. Moriarty followed her gaze to the leather restraints: “Don’t worry my dear, the drug will remain in your system for another 4 hours, so we won’t be needing those.”

Her body remained limp and powerless as he quickly removed her gown, panties and shoes, raising both her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide open. She felt the brush of cool air between her legs exposed as the last piece of garment was removed, leaving her totally naked in a spread eagled position. Moriarty had a clear unobstructed view of the most intimate parts of her anatomy. How she wished she could at least bring her arms down to cover her modesty, but they remained flaccidly unresponsive above her head.

Moriarty stood back again to admire her supple delicate form, following her elegant feet up her long lithe legs which joined with her small waist and flat stomach, traveling up to the delicate shapely curves of her breasts. She was perfection, no blemishes or lines on her body, so painfully and breath-takingly beautiful.

He approached her dormant form again, running his hands up along her slender legs, as his fingers traced a delicate path along her inner thighs, he delighted in the feel of the soft young skin beneath his touch. A shudder ran through her as she felt his roaming fingers traveling up her thighs, the skin became more sensitive and moist to the touch as Moriarty’s hands inched slowly towards that most sensitive and intimate area between her legs. 

But they moved on above it as Moriarty ignored the sweet nexus for the moment. He clambered onto the huge table and straddled her sitting on her flat stomach, taking time again to explore her upper body. His fingers trailed up the sides of her slender body to the side of her breast, moving upward to explore the inner sides of her raised upper arms. Bending forward he began to place wet kisses on her right arm, moving slowly down to her exposed arm-pit.

Pausing briefly, he studied this intimate region closely, before burying his nose and mouth directly onto the damp sensitive cleft. Moriarty’s mouth moved like a warm wet slug around this region, where her scent glands were concentrated, breathing in her musky natural fragrance. 

For Rachel, the ticklish sensation was unbearable, she was extremely ticklish especially around the arm-pit, and ordinarily the slightest brush along this region would have her contorting in uncontrollable fits of laughter. However in her current immobilized state her body was an unresponsive alien vehicle and holding her prisoner and captive to whatever sensations Moriarty inflicted upon it.

Moriarty knew he had all the time in the world, and he proceeded to pod and explore every nook and cranny of her body unhurriedly. After what seemed an eternity, his roaming mouth returned to her left breast and he again took hold of the sensitive nipple, flicking at it with his warm wet tongue before encompassing it entirely in his mouth and sucking continuously on it. When he finally released it, it was covered in his saliva and Rachel watched in dismay as the nipple rose to full erection under his insistent mouth. He laughed in triumph as he proceeded to subject her right nipple to the same treatment. In no time, both nipples were standing fully erect.

“You see Rachel, it appears that despite your oral objections, your body has a mind of its own.” Moriarty laughed.

Rachel spat back: “You are wrong, I feel nothing but utter disgust and loathing for you.”

“Do you? Lets see if you body feels the same way shall we?” laughed Moriarty as he shifted his weight and moved down below her legs. She could feel his hands spreading her legs further apart, further exposing that most intimate part of her. As she sensed his breath caressing her moist entrance, she mentally prepared herself for the physical assault that would surely follow.

But what happened next took her by surprise. Moriarty started to kiss the sensitive soft skin her inner thighs, taking in her moist fragrance, as he slowly but surely advanced towards her orifice. He did not hurry but proceeded at a leisurely pace. As he neared her entrance, he could sense the moist heat that radiated from between her legs. He lingered briefly just at the dewy entrance, examining the fine pink delicate crack that was covered by a small turf of fine pubic hair. Mere millimeters away from the small opening he detected the musky sweet odor that was her most intimate scent, full of sensual promise. “Ahhh Rachel, this smell and taste, there is none like that of a beautiful young women.”

Rachel’s heart was in her mouth as she wondered what he would do next. She flinched involuntarily when she felt the tip of his tongue tickling the entrance of her vagina. “No, not there please, I am very sensitive there, please.”

“I know Rachel, but your body will soon learn to enjoy this sweet torment, trust me.” He laughed softly as he parted her vagina with his fingers and dipped his tongue further into the fine pink opening. Moriarty could feel Rachel’s body tense as he lingered in this region, and her apparent discomfort gave him further encouragement to explore the region.

Moving his snaking tongue further up her vagina, he finally found the small sensitive nub that was her clitoris and stopped just shot of it. Rachel’s anxiety had been growing as she felt his snaking tongue moving upwards towards her clitoris. “Please stop, please, I do not feel well.” She begged again.

But he turned a deaf ear on her pleas as he fastened his tongue directly onto the sensitive small nub. Rachel’s body jerked violently and she begged again: “Please, not there please, of all places not there.” His only answer was to continue his assault, again and again his snaking tongue found the sensitive nub, lashing at it repeatedly. Rachel could feel a moist heat awakening in her loins as liquid fire consumed her. Moriarty paused for awhile and was pleased to observe that under his ministrations, the small nub had expanded filled with blood, and was now fully erect. This made it easier to seek out and he took the entire nub into his warm wet mouth, sucking on it gently like a sweet.

This provoked an immediate and violent reaction from Rachel as her body almost jerked off the table. He could hear the sharp inhalation of her breath, but he did not stop as he continued to suck on the erect small nub, massaging it within his mouth with his tongue. A warm musky wetness invaded his mouth as he tasted the first unmistakable signs of her arousal.

“Oh my god, what’s happening to me, what are you doing…god please stop teasing me, you are driving me insane.” She muttered weakly. Already she could feel the burning fire between her legs spreading swiftly to engulf the rest of her limp but responsive body. A growing hunger consumed her as she fought to resist the sweet torment that Moriarty was inflicting upon her.

Moriarty could feel her body tense again as he rolled the small hard nub between his tongue. Inserting an index finger into her dewy entrance, he was pleased to note that her vagina was wet and sticky with her liquid excitement. “Why are you fighting your own body’s inner most desires Rachel? Give into it, bend with the wind.”

“Fuck-off you pervert, you disgust me.” She answered back weakly. But his only response was to gently take her clitoris between his teeth, and grind them gently. The sensation was unbearable for Rachel as the intense feeling multiplied ten fold, pushing her over the edge. As the intense orgasm consumed her, Rachel curse her body for its weakness.

Moriarty stopped at last as he felt her body going rigid above him. “Now that was not so bad was it my love?” he crooned almost lovingly. “You see, all it takes is a talented mouth and tongue to reduce you to a quivering mass of molten lust, in spite of all your verbal protests you are still the hostage of your body’s physical desires.”

As her world stopped spinning, Rachel shook her head in denial. She could not believe what just occurred. Her body floated blissfully beneath her, still powerless, but also spent and drained. A fine sheen of sweat covered her from head to foot, how could an old man push her to such explosive results merely with the flick of his tongue.

Moriarty returned to the side of her spent body, lowering his face again to her left arm-pit, he ran his tongue along the cleft that was damp with her perspiration, lapping up the tiny beads of sweat and savoring the salty taste.

Rachel felt utterly revolted: “You disgust me, you sick pervert, you are a freak, a defect of nature.”

Moriarty seemed taken aback when he heard this. “So you think I am disgusting do you. Well let me introduce you to some of my pets, my creations, perhaps that may change your mind-set.” He smiled as he moved away from the huge table and touched a lever on the control panel.

Rachel could feel the table vibrating slightly before the ceiling appeared to slowly rise. With a shock she realized that an immense opening had appeared beneath the table and the entire table was slowly descending into it.

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