I could not believe my eyes! By crooking a come-hither finger at Billy, beckoning him into the Sisters' sanctuary, Pink was breaking a cardinal rule the Three P's had established back when they acquired this house! No one-not even the servants and I-was ever allowed beyond that gilt-edged door into the sanctum where they slept. Justin, Jeremy and Cerise stepped closer to me as I strained against the mink-lined arms of the heated massage machine which held me fast. They, too, realized the fatal consequences if Billy Tripplehorn obeyed the sloe-eyed vampire.
Pink, however, had tuned in to my mental distress. She flashed me a knowing glance before continuing to seduce the handsome young man who already knew more than he should.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Billy," she murmured in a seductive voice. Her alluring body appeared fluid beneath the film of her pink negligee; like the ebb and flow of the ocean, her breasts and hips shimmied in a primal appeal to his manhood. Locks of auburn hair fell in disarray around her pearlescent shoulders, and the rose she always wore teased him with its disheveled petals. All Billy could do-all any of us could do-was gawk at this fallen angel and feel her power overtaking us.
"But then-you've always considered yourself smarter than the average pussy, haven't you?" she purred, taking the slightest step backward toward her lair. "I must admit you've already figured out more than most could have, concerning those unslept-in beds upstairs. But following such hunches comes with a price-and it's my duty to be sure you can pay it, Mr. Tripplehorn. We won't allow just any man to romance our Andrea, after all."
I bristled, for I knew damn well this little performance had nothing to do with my feelings for Billy! It was all about the power of Pink…the childlike charm that beguiled with smiles and sunshine she could only recall from bygone times as a mortal adolescent.
Billy's scowl resembled my own. "I never asked to come out here to the-"
"Ah, but twice you've accepted the invitation! Andrea's, and now ours," Pink pointed out in a voice that sliced like a razor. "You could have stayed in town and answered to the magistrate about Lucy's death, after all. But here you are."
If he realized Pink had just revealed my double identity, Tripplehorn gave no sign. He was too immersed in the shimmering vision of promiscuity before him to concentrate on the finer points of a relationship attorney Alex Moore should never have begun.
Billy turned to glance fleetingly at me-and again I saw those dark eyes spinning like coffee stirred in a cup. She already had him in her thrall, but she-cats like Pink just loved to tease the living daylights out of their prey before they ate it.
"I'm not a total monster, however," she crooned, leaning against the door frame so her pert breasts bulged above the bodice of her nightgown. "So I'll give you a choice. Another chance at salvation, since you know so little about it."
I cringed at the little pink tongue wetting her lips. The other shoe was about to drop, and she offered Billy no real choice at all. The vamp had already claimed her prize by appealing to Billy's rampant male ego-even larger and more prodigious than the cock now straining against the union suit he'd wornto bed.
"And what might that be?" he challenged, raking the dark waves back from his forehead. "The same sort of choice you gave Furmeister when you locked him in his own cell and stole the key?"
Pink's grin conceded a point in Billy's favor, but she wavered not. "You can come upstairs with me, to that unsullied bedroom that awaits our night of pleasure, and I'll forget your prying into our private affairs," she replied with an arch of one eyebrow. "Or, you can enter where no man has gone before, and never leave. Uncovering the rest of our secret comes with serious consequences, Billy-much like Adam and Eve getting expelled from the Garden for eating that apple. A little learning is a dangerous thing."
And a twenty-year-old who's full of himself is more dangerous yet. It didn't matter to this young stud that Miss Pink hinted he was in peril, for hadn't he escaped Lucy's clutches, and then been rescued from her father's? He still believed his fate was in his own hands, and that death couldn't touch him!
How I wished for such innocence again myself.
So, as he took that first fateful step toward her-toward the door to his doom-I prepared myself to follow him into the crypt. After all, it was my doing that Billy had come to this crossroads; my own lust that had led him down this primrose path into a nest of ruthless women whose hunger for him would never die. They could string him along for decades, in a state of limbo like they'd induced in our blonde house boys, or by converting him to their own dark, eternal cult. Either way, Tripplehorn would never truly be mine again. And I had no one to blame but myself.
My heart lurched in my chest as Billy stepped through that door, entranced.
At once the twins freed me from Perfidia's machine, and, along with Cerise, they hurried behind me to that gilt-edged portal marking the no-man's land hidden beneath this ancient home. There they stopped, however. Perfidia and Pandora had trained them so tightly, I knew they would never overstep this boundary between the living and the undead. I, however, slipped silently over the threshold to behold the fate that awaited Billy…and possibly to share in it.
Pink knew I was there, of course. She had no doubt planned it this way.
"Before I train you to come every time I call, like the panting pup you are," she was saying breezily, "let's get a few formalities out of the way. Just so you know exactly who you're dealing with."
While the sight of three ornate caskets resting on porcelain pedestals came as no surprise to me, Billy was rubbing his eyes as though the cool, shadowy dimness was playing games with his vision. The center casket of sleek ebony undoubtedly belonged to Pandora-just as the one which now yawned open to reveal its lining of quilted silk the shade of baby's skin would be Miss Pink's.
At the far side of the dusky room rested a box that resembled an oversized rectangular emerald: Perfidia would naturally prefer a bed the color of jealousy and deceit…the color of her catlike eyes. Through its translucent green walls, her reclining form remained visible even though the light of day never invaded this chamber. This implied that she could see through the sides of her bed when she awakened…was perhaps watching Pink beguile Billy while I lingered in the pale light near the doorway.
While this serene, scented chamber fascinated me, I knew better than to forget my wits while viewing the Sisters' resting place. The only light came from the flickering sandalwood candles in wall sconces at the rear of the room, and the dim glimmer of the white porcelain pedestals when they caught light from the hallway. My skin prickled and my pulse quickened; my head swam with a disorienting sense of claustrophobia like I'd seldom felt. Billy Tripplehorn and I, as mere mortals in this mysterious lair, were all but powerless here.
"What the hell kind of joke is this?" Billy muttered. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom, he tensed with the wariness of a wild animal. "If you're trying to scare me, you can forget it. I don't believe in vampires."
Miss Pink giggled demurely. "Nice try, Mr. Tripplehorn. But your nipples are as hard as mine, and your denial sounds as false as the sense of security you're trying to create with it."
At that, she tweaked the slender straps of her negligee, until they drifted down her upper arms to reveal the two pert mounds that were indeed peaked with her desire.
"Isn't it fascinating, how the pulse races with danger-much like it runs rampant with desire? Come here and kiss me, Billy. You know you want to."
He turned on his heel to leave. "This is ridic-what have you gotten me into, Andrea?"
"Oh, don't be too hard on her," the hoyden behind him crooned. "Andrea knows more about the three of us than she cares to admit, and we've sworn her to secrecy. But it is her first time in this room-and she's in love-so she can't be held entirely responsible for your situation. Be gentle."
Like an animal trapped in a cage, Billy pivoted again. "You must be crazy, thinking I'd lay with women who sleep in caskets, in a crypt beneath the house! Why, this-"
"Ah, but you've already succumbed to us!" Pink reminded him with a shimmy that sent her gown slithering down her pale body. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten how Perfidia tied you to the chair and I straddled your lap. A lady hates to feel so…forgettable, Mr. Tripplehorn. We must work on your attitude while you're here."
"Don't count on it, bitch! I'm on my way out of-"
But Pink prevailed by slamming the door shut, using her power in a way that forced Billy to reassess. In his anger-and probably to reassure himself he wasn't alone with a bloodsucker in a closed tomb-he grabbed me by the arms. His eyes shone like polished stones as they searched mine in the darkness.
"Is this why you brought me here?" he demanded in a terse whisper. "To be the plaything of three demented women who act like vampires?"
"It's not an act, Billy," I breathed, cringing when his fingers bit into my flesh. "I couldn't let Judge Legg hang you for killing Lucy-"
"So you set me up with these three? Allowing Alex Moore to hide me here, when you were really preparing me as their next meal?" Billy looked ready to throw me to the floor, but the tremor in his voice belied a deep-seated fear for his life. "What kind of love is that?"
"The kind of love that comes of obeying powers greater than her own," Pink replied from behind him. "Leave her be, Tripplehorn. It's my turn with you now, and I don't intend to give you a moment with another woman! Not until I've bent you to my bidding and you're begging to climax. Again and again, as I will you to."
This got Billy's attention! His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. "But it's not dark yet. If you were truly a vampire, you'd have to remain in your casket-"
"Do you think I'd follow those silly rules?" Pink challenged. She flashed him a saucy smile then, becoming the redheaded coquette he'd met when he first came here. "They only apply upstairs, in the mortal world, you know. Down here, we do what we damn please whenever we feel like it! And I feel like a good fucking, Billy! Off with your clothes!"
Ordinarily, Tripplehorn wouldn't have to be asked twice. Yet as comprehension of his situation dawned, my handsome young stud realized he was in for worse consequences than if Lucy had snared him. With Pink standing before him, stretching her arms languidly above her head to better display her ripe little breasts and lissome body…a triangle of auburn curls that parted in invitation as she dipped a finger inside herself…he couldn't help but respond. That prodigious cock jutted out against the knit of his underwear until finally, despite his rational reservations, he had to yank down the cream-colored garment to free himself. His rapid breathing filled the chamber and his skin took on a sheen of heat.
"A fine start," cooed Pink, looking him over. But she smiled a little too haughtily, exposing her petite fangs when they caught the candlelight. "Now show me your best kissing, Billy-your best moves. And I'll show you mine."
Billy shook his head to clear it, wisely backing away. "I don't think-"
"That's right! It's too late for thinking!" the winsome bitch taunted. "You chose to come downstairs-and then chose to enter this temple of doom-so you might as well kiss rational thought goodbye when your lips meet mine! However-"
Pink paused, her slender arms extended in a graceful gesture that foreshadowed her next offer; the next choice that would either bring Billy a reprieve or eternal damnation.
"-I'll give you one more option, just because I love a willing victim," she continued in a lower, more mesmerizing tone. "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, Billy. But so did Andrea."
Her gaze flickered to me as I stood near the door, following this life-and-death drama from the shadows.
"She loves you, Tripplehorn. And because she's never given her heart-much less her body-to another man, she deserves you far more than I do. But you must do exactly as I demand if you don't want to disappoint her, possibly for the rest of her life."
"Wh-what's that? What're you talking about?" The man who had so easily mastered Lucy, and then made me complete, stood staring as though he'd never seen a naked woman.
The temptress had caught him in conversational circle from which there was no escape; a downward spiral toward the depravity that defined the Sisters of Samaria. Once they set their mental hooks and began reeling in their prey, it became a game to them-entertainment that helped pass the endless decades. It was an advanced version of playing with their food, and right now it disgusted me.
"Cut the crap, Miss Pink," I muttered, hoping to distract Billy-to allow him a few rational thoughts before he got forever lost. "This has nothing to do with me, and you know it! Pandora has Cerise, and Perfidia has her twin house boys, so now you're after your own slave!"
Pink's expression was priceless: the dismay of a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, yet denying her crime to the end! "How can you say that, Andrea?" she pouted. "As we told Mr. Tripplehorn from the start, it's our mission to save bad boys! And we're saving him for you! Why are you so ungrateful for letting us make him the perfect lover first?"
"Billy!" the vampire then commanded, "come! Take me in your arms, and I'll make you the man you were intended to be!"
There was no resisting Pink when she set her mind to something, so I had no right to hate Billy for stepping toward her with his cock in the lead. Still, it hurt to see the eagerness in his shining eyes, and to hear his moan of anticipation when their bare bodies met.
She had seen my challenge for the distraction it was, and was making damn sure it didn't happen again! Claiming his full, chiseled lips in a kiss that rendered the chamber around me breathless, Miss Pink began to have her way with him. I could only watch them, helpless now, and hope her lessons were indeed for my benefit.
The moment Billy slipped his arm around her naked waist, she pinned him against the wall ten feet away-a quicker-than-thought lunge that landed him so high he wasn't touching the floor. His grunt of surprise had me smiling: when had the rascal of Redemption ever found himself on such unsure footing?
Pink, however, levered her bent arms against the wall on either side of his head before he could fight her. "Suckle me," she said in a throaty command. "Lick my nipple…yes, like that. Now open your mouth as though to swallow me whole."
What a sight she made undulating against him, her body like a stripe of pale pink frosting wiggling on a chocolate eclair. Her head lolled back, and that rose bobbed beside her ear…faster as their intensity increased. Billy's lips moved from one rounded breast to the other, lost in kisses that smacked wetly each time he released the suction. His cock pointed at me from between her legs, and I badly wanted to rush over and suck it.
But no, Miss Pink had planned her work and was working her plan. "Stick it inside me," she whispered, her desire a sibilant echo in this low-ceilinged room. "Ram that cock up my cunt, Billy, and fuck me with it all night long."
What man doesn't want to hear that? Tripplehorn was obeying the call of his wild, primal urges as much as heeding Pink's request, and with one swift injection he filled her. She cried out, riding him like a cowgirl taming a bronc. Billy's face tightened with his imminent climax, and his longer, darker body began to curl around hers.
"Now!" she commanded, and he complied with a hoarse growl. Pink pumped him frantically, until jism ran down his tight thighs and his hands spanned her backside to hold her in place.
"Oh no you don't!" she replied with a giggle. "I'm in control here! You'd better be ready for my next command, big boy."
They suddenly became airborne acrobats, rolling off the wall into a series of somersaults, still joined at the hip. I watched in amazement as their bodies spun toward me in slow motion. Billy gripped her, his face a mask of elation and fear as he fought to right himself-to regain the upper position before they would surely hit the floor. Yet as I stepped out of their path, Pink pivoted to miss the wall, grinning triumphantly at me.
"Pump harder, Billy," she teased. "If you stop, we'll fall! And I so love the sensation of effortless, weightless flight. Don't you?"
His answer was a grunt of renewed effort, for he believed the vixen in his grip would let go if he didn't obey her. Over and under her he spun, his hips still flexing to keep Pink filled as she propelled them in slow loops around the dimly lit room. When they neared the sconces, I saw the sweat on his arms and face…the concentration he'd never had to call upon with other women.
While it did my heart good to see him under a lover's sway, I was worried: even if Pink released him to me when she finished, would Billy still want me? A mortal female couldn't compete with the extraordinary experience he was having right now.
"Now come, Billy!" his instructor cried. "Shoot me full of your juice again!"
"But I just-only a few minutes ago-"
"Is this a problem? Would you rather just give it up and give in to my wicked inclinations?" Pink spun them suddenly out of orbit, her incisors flashing in the candlelight as she tossed him on top of Perfidia's glowing green casket. "Shall we awaken this lady and let her join us? I'm sure she's been watching with great interest!"
Billy, bless his heart, struggled mightily to rise from the flat, thin partition that separated him from the more sinister vampire. His flailing was in vain, however. Even though Miss Pink floated several inches above him now, tickling only the very tip of his cock with the rim of her slit, she held him fast by the sheer power of her will.
"Face it, Billy," she said in a low voice. "You've met a lover you can't control or outperform. For the first time in your life you must submit to the whims of another-and my whims are nothing, compared to what Perfidia and Pandora will subject you to!"
She lowered her supple body onto his extended member then, and began to slide up and down his pole so slowly that my own slit wept with need. As I watched, fascinated, my palms felt the coarse friction of his chest hair as Pink stroked it; my thighs stretched from straddling his, still sticky from his previous climax. The heat of his fine, muscled body set my own afire, while his passion resonated in my veins. My God, but he was fine! I had known that when he bedded me, of course, but it was another perspective altogether to witness his beauty from a distance.
It was also the incentive I needed to snatch him back-before it was too late; before Pink forgot herself in her youthful exuberance. Or before Perfidia knocked them to the floor and shoved her younger Sister aside. I thought I saw subtle movement inside the shining green casket.
"Rather humbling, isn't it, big boy?" Pink continued in that soft siren's voice. "To have a woman calling your shots…to please her so completely you risk losing yourself…your very soul, when you shoot your seed inside her. But that's exactly what you're going to do, Mr. Tripplehorn. Again and again, until I've tired of you."
Fear flickered across his dark brow, but he covered it with a cocky grin. "There's not a woman alive who'll tire of me before I can-"
"Ah, but am I alive, Billy?" Pink impaled herself so deeply on his cock that he was pressed tight against the casket lid. "Now come, boy! Shoot me so hard I fly toward the ceiling!"
While he detested her belittling nickname, his member had a mind of its own. With a groan that started low and then filled the shadowy room, Tripplehorn squeezed his eyes shut. He cut loose inside her, and they rose as one into the dimness again. Upward they shot, with the force of his climax, and then downward they drifted, as though floating on a cloud of utter contentment.
I can't tell you how outright envious I was: envious of Billy because he was making love in a dimension mere mortals cannot attain, and envious of the young woman astride him for being in control of such a marvelous man. Pink was at least considerate enough to let him catch his breath, but not two minutes passed before she was badgering him again.
"I'll have to insist upon another one, Billy," the temptress cajoled. "You notice, don't you, that while you have climaxed twice, I'm still in the early twitching stages. So do it again-unless you're not man enough."
This time their trip around the room resembled an aerial ballet. The wily vampire, endearingly mussed and childlike, turned in her lover's arms. She led Tripplehorn into a series of slow pirouettes that kept their bodies in contact-her flirtatious backside rubbing against his abdomen-until once again, that cock rose to the occasion. About the time they were floating in front of me, the redhead bent forward to entice him inside her.
And what could he do but obey? Although he was showing signs of strain, Billy entered her yet again, keeping up the carnal rhythm of that dance they performed to the beat of the blood in their veins. Gracefully, beautifully, they spun away from me, upright yet a full two feet from the floor. Their bodies moved as one, and again I grew concerned that after such a dance with this tantalizing vampire, my lover would consider me too mundane to mate with again.
Pink clasped Billy's hands and thrust herself forward, rather like the carved naked lady on the bow of a ship. With her arms extended upward she led him, the backs of her thighs and knees to the fronts of his, thrusting enough that I saw several inches of his impressive shaft before her greedy puss engulfed it again. In and out it went; faster-then slowing to a tease that made me nip my lip. I confess that by then I was fingering myself, up past the second knuckle, while I palmed my mound.
I lost all track of time, but I'm guessing these maneuvers, much like figure skating on air, went on for nearly an hour. Just as Billy appeared ready to come, she would wiggle out of rhythm-or change position-and say, "Ah-ah! You'll come when I say you'll come, big boy!" And then the poor man would blink away his frustration and try very hard to stay hard.
I was feeling sorry for him…wondering how I could interrupt to save him from the failure I saw coming. That feline vampire was toying with her mouse until he would simply fall over dead, the way this was going, and dead wasn't the way I wanted him back! If he didn't pass on from sheer exhaustion, Miss Pink would probably sink her fangs into him as punishment anyway. I saw no way for Billy to win, despite his valiant effort at pleasing her.
"All right," she said in a sibilant whisper, "it's time for the grand finale! Time to climax like you've never done before. Are you ready, my sweet?"
Billy grimaced, probably rubbed raw and more than a little peeved at Pink. What might have seemed like a game, a challenge, at first had become an endurance test he couldn't have anticipated or prepared for. For a fleeting moment, his eyes widened and his lips became a thin line signaling his cock's exhaustion.
"You're drooping," his partner accused. "Instead of believing in my powers, instead of being focused on my fine body and my flawless skin-not to mention the insatiable cunt that's still hungry for you-you're feeling sorry for yourself! Why, I think you're afraid of me, Billy Tripplehorn!"
"Dammit, I am not afraid of-"
She whirled in his arms and brought her face very close to his, so he had no choice but to gaze into her eyes…those eyes that had beguiled many a witless man to an untimely demise. Her smile made my insides tighten, for her features took on the sharp edge of a predator closing in for the kill.
"Ah-now you're stiffening!" she insisted, her pearly incisors no longer hidden by those perfect, pouty lips. "Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, Billy, but death…the idea of coming so hard you never come back…"
Pink framed his dark face by slipping her fingers deep into his unruly curls. Then she kissed him on the cheek…letting her lips and those slick little teeth tease his sensitive skin all the way along the vein that throbbed at the side of his neck. Her movements became languid and alluring, just as her voice lowered into that mesmerizing register that would lull him into a sense of love and trust.
"To pass into the next world…to pass on in the throes of white-hot passion," she murmured as a seductive lullaby, tickling his ear with her breath. "It's the ultimate experience, sweetheart. I can take you there, my love…I can transform you with my kiss, Billy."
Slowly, with a finesse that made my puss tighten with need, Miss Pink undulated up and down his rampant shaft. "Come just once more for me, and I'll make you mine, " she promised. "You'll be irresistible-impossible to reject-and you can make love this way with whomever you wish, for as long as she can stand it. You can become a legendary lover through the centuries, as I have. Together, my Billy, there is nothing we can't do…no one we can't have."
His eyes closed halfway, and he relaxed with a shudder. "Tell me what you want," he breathed.
Pink's fiendish little grin displayed the fangs that had reached their full length now, and I roused myself from the stupor of these past hours-the spell she'd cast so effortlessly over both of us. She had obviously forgotten her promise to leave Billy for me, and the poor man was now totally under her control.
"Tell me what to do," Tripplehorn murmured in a faraway voice. His hands were wandering over the vampire's lush backside, inviting her closer.
"Run like hell!" I shouted. "For God's sake, Billy, wake up and shake her off!"
Pink turned to glare at me, which released him from that hypnotic gaze. I charged toward them, wedging my hands between their bare bodies to pry them apart.
"Let him go, dammit!" I muttered, dodging the fatal kiss Pink had intended to plant on Billy's neck. "You promised I could have him back! Liar!"
"Fool!" the vampire spat. "If you'd trusted me for another moment, I'd have-"
"You'd have sunk your greedy teeth into me! Like a damn animal!" Billy staggered backwards, shaking his head to clear it. "Now open that door and let me out of here, bitch. I never had a fighting chance and you know it!"
Just that fast Miss Pink changed from a striking snake to a petulant, pouting little girl. Her eyes shone with tears. Her naked body quavered, and her wavy red hair fell forlornly around her shoulders. "You've got it all wrong, Billy. I was only playing a lover's game-proving how you could come as many times as we wanted, if you only believed in my powers."
"Well I'm through playing now," he said tersely. "I'm getting out of this Godforsaken place, so open the door!"
With a toss of her head, the vampire did as he wished. But she wasn't happy about it: crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Pink turned her back on us and walked toward her open casket. Without so much as a glance our way, she slipped into the silken interior of her bed and shut the lid. The snick of an inside lock echoed in the candlelit room, and then all was quiet. Eerily, uneasily quiet.
"Let's go," I whispered, leading the way to the pale light of the downstairs hall. "I don't believe for one minute that she's finished with us. Let's go up and get our clothes on, and we can decide the best place to take you until-"
But we got no farther than a step beyond the gilt-edged door. Perfidia awaited us, looking sleek and slender in a fitted gown the color of moonlight-the color of her pallid skin. She stood blocking the stairway with a graceful arm, one hip cocked demurely as she took a long draw from her stiletto cigarette holder. Those demon-green eyes glimmered with purpose as she looked from Billy to me.
"Going my way?" she asked coyly.