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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, October 16, 2012

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Filename: undead.txt
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story_codes: M/g (8)

story_intro: A tale for the Halloween season: Nick enters an area of the city that specializes in sexual encounters of every kind, hoping to connect with someone who is really alive, not just going through the motions. By chance, he meets a child prostitute who just might be what he is looking for, but not everything is as it seems.

story_language: English






Undead

Written by madvlad


	Although the electronic chime was always the same, it seemed to carry a more pleasing ring when the customer's account credit balance was well into six and seven figures. The current customer, a man in his fifties wearing an immaculately tailored business suit and perfectly groomed silver hair, had over two million in his favor. Ace nodded graciously; no easy task for a large man whose clothing, hair, and tattoos advertised his biker status.

	The next client had 500K on the books. He was younger - a kid in his early twenties who was enjoying some of his trust fund money. The trust baby was dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans with five hundred-dollar sneakers and a jacket easily worth two grand. Ace got a cocky grin from the boy as he acknowledged the guard's nod.

	The people Ace worked for called this place The Sector. It was part of the gentrified area of downtown where abandoned factories and seedy tenements had been transformed into trendy boutiques, cutting edge galleries, and all of the other places where the rich wanted to play when the tired venues of established, high-priced brands were not enough. This was a place that offered them the veneer of sophistication and intellectualism that the boardrooms and country clubs lacked.

	But at night, The Sector changed. It was done in subtle ways that passersby wouldn't notice. Access in and out was controlled. Moving vans and utility trucks blocked most entries, leaving the few points patrolled by rough-looking men that most people would avoid. 

	But those who had been vetted and had the financial wherewithal to enjoy this new playground of sex could freely approach the gang-bangers and other hoodlums and confidently offer them a plain black plastic card with a platinum border. One of the guards would run the card through a reader to ensure the customer was in good standing and had credit on hand to pay for their pleasure.

	On the inside, many art venues, bistros, and bars remained open. But they also offered flesh on their menus - male and female, of many ages and even more fetishes. Each sex worker carried a card reader that would deduct from the customer's credit based on the time spent with them. If their credit was good, the customer could have twenty prostitutes at a time and spend eight hours with them playing bingo or having an S&M orgy. It was all the same while the meters were running.

	Ace was one of the security supervisors. He spent most of the early part of the shift at one or more checkpoints, providing a familiar face for the clientele who knew that someone as imposing as him was also there for their safety as well as guarding The Sector. Later, he would walk the beat, making sure the whores were cooperating and looking out for customers who were too far gone on narcotics or lust and going beyond the rules of engagement. That took a lot as bondage, whipping and minor bloodletting were all fair game.

	Ace was about to leave the checkpoint when the chime rang again. He looked over the guard's shoulder and glanced at the reader's screen which showed a mere twenty-two thousand in the balance. The client in question was in his late thirties or early forties, neatly dressed but in clothes from Wal Mart or Target. Ace knew the type - working drones that were skilled enough with computers or finances to make a pretty good living but could barely afford their membership in The Sector. This guy's car and house would be okay, but nothing more than that as most of his hard-earned pay was swallowed by the small, half-dollar sized card scanners that all of the sex workers wore around their necks. 

	The man was waved through but Ace stepped in front of him.

	"Sir," Ace rumbled in a low voice. "Please be advised that the minimum balance is fifteen thousand. "You'll need to transfer funds into your account soon - very soon."

	"Oh," the man said absently, running his hand over his ten-dollar haircut. "Right. Thanks for reminding me."

	Ace let him pass and went in his own direction.

	Nick relaxed slightly as the bearded giant in the leather jacket walked away on his rounds. For the thousandth time, Nick wondered about the wisdom in getting his membership to this place. He was rather socially inept and could not have even figured out how to join up if it weren't for his old friend Harry. 

	Harry was the proverbial good-time guy - the life of the party whether he was paying the others or not. Nick couldn't understand why Harry would even need to such a place when people desiring to be in his company were drawn to him like iron filings to a magnet. When asked, Harry simply shrugged and said that he never wanted to miss a good time and if it cost a few bucks, that was nothing.

	Nick had been here several times, sampling various luxuries, but he found the place stale. It was odd considering the bevy of fantastically gorgeous bodies primed and oiled and ready for the taking. But the people inhabiting these temples of the flesh seemed dead to Nick. Many of them were probably addicted to the various drugs readily available in liquid and powdered form around here.

	But it wasn't just that. They lacked the spark of life, even while moaning in ecstasy or pain (or both) in one fantastic position or another. Their bodies were warm and supple, but they were like automatons. Coupling with them had been, for Nick, like having sex with a filet mignon - all the best in quality yet seeming to lack something. When had told Harry of the filet mignon comparison, his friend had laughed and suggested having the sex worker wrapped in bacon. It certainly wouldn't be the oddest request of the night by far.

	Nick sat down at a table in a bar where sex was done in the open, although private rooms were available if the client so chose. He ordered an expensive drink which the waitress clad in body piercings quickly served after swiping his card over the scanner hanging from her neck. Her small disc was decorated with the image of a tongue sporting a spike though it. It was a personal touch - about as much personality as Nick found anywhere here.

	At a table nearby, a man was being orally serviced by a whore on her knees. Upon closer inspection, the female was very young - Nick estimated about seven or eight, perhaps. She would be one of the younger workers here. 

	She was wearing a black tube top stretched across her featureless chest and a tight gold metallic miniskirt and hugged the lines of her upper thighs and pleasingly curved buttocks. The girl was on her knees, holding the base of the man's shaft while her head bobbed rapidly back and forth. Nick was impressed by how much she could take in her very young mouth. Overall, she presented a very enticing package and even Nick couldn't deny the desire he felt. She might just be another piece of meat, but Nick though she might just be worth draining his account on. 

	The man came - broadcasting that with his rudely loud exclamation and the instructions to "swallow it all you little cunt!" The girl's throat worked furiously to take all of the man's cum. When he was done, he jerked her to her feet and tapped his card over her reader, not wanting to waste a minute of credit.

	Emotionlessly, the girl turned away. As she did so, Nick noticed a slight shudder of revulsion or even horror from the girl. This surprised him. Obviously she must be new as he never saw any other boys or girls any younger than she was. But her reaction also meant she must still have some life left in her - the ability to provide a genuine response if he were to have sex with her. 

	Motioning to her, he managed to get her attention before someone else did. The very little ones were usually kept constantly busy throughout the night. Again, he saw the small shiver in her body as she approached her next customer. Nick immediately pressed his card to her reader so that her time was accounted for and then took a look at the girl.

	She was thin, her body with all of the flat angles and mild curves of childhood. Her light brown hair hung below her shoulders and was half-way between being wavy or having loose curls. Although the girl tried to present a professional detachment with her hazel eyes, Nick found some emotion there - fear or something else.

	"What's your name?" he asked as he patted his leg.

	"Mallory," she said in a small voice as she climbed onto his lap, sitting sideways.

	"And how old are you, Mallory."

	"Eight. I just turned eight right after I got here."

	"And how long have you been here?" Nick asked as he ran one hand over the bare place on her back between her tube top and skirt.

	"Two months. I...," her voice left her for a moment and Nick saw more emotion in her eyes. "They trained me for a couple of weeks and I was eight when I started working."

	"And do you like working here." Nick asked, now exploring her silky thighs with his other hand. 

	The girl made no move to resist him as his hand slid under her skirt.

	"Yes," she replied as she was taught, but Nick had his doubts. 

	This man didn't seem too bad too Mallory, but she didn't like to think about her first two weeks here after she arrived as an innocent virgin. She had been tied to a bed most of the time. She would never forget the pain of her body being taken or of the cruelty of her hard lessons. And she would never forget the blood.  

	Nick's cock was painfully stiff as his fingertips reached the apex between Mallory's thighs. Her pussy was soft and warm and delightfully smooth. Of course, she wore no panties as they would only get in the way. He stroked her there, delighting in the girl's quivering as he manipulated her immature sex. 

	"Do you like how I am touching you?"

	"Ohhh, yesss," she moaned like a seasoned professional.

	"No," Nick said abruptly. "Drop the act. I want to know how you really feel."

	The tone of his voice and the nature of his request seemed to stun the little hooker. Her surprise at his demand showed clearly on her childish face.

	"Oh," she squeaked. "Um, I do like it. You're nice and gentle. A lot of guys just like to jab me there and it hurts. Some of them even like to hurt me."

	"I want you, Mallory. I want to be inside you. But I want you to be wet and wanting it, too."

	Mallory didn't reply, but leaned against Nick's shoulder, parting her legs as much as her clingy skirt would allow. Nick took his time, fondling the child's mound and gently probing inside her tiny slit. Mallory never made a sound and was perfectly still - as if she wasn't even breathing. But eventually, Mallory answered with her sex as drops of natural lubrication squeezed onto his finger. 

	"You're almost ready," he murmured to her.

	"I can get her very ready," a woman said, breaking into their moment.

	Nick cursed himself for not taking Mallory to a private room. The woman who interrupted was wearing a black dress that matched her dark hair. Her skin was alabaster and as her ran her red tongue over her teeth, Nick could see how sharp her eyeteeth were. He immediately pegged her as one of those vampire wannabees. She had undoubtedly had some dental work done to enhance her eyeteeth. 

	Nick couldn't suppress his revulsion at her and Mallory seemed a little cross at the woman's interruption. 

	"We're fine with just the two of us," Nick said curtly.

	The woman had her membership card at the ready for Mallory's scanner and tucked it back into her dress as she sniffed in annoyance. She went to the bar and ordered a drink.

	"Thank you," Mallory said quietly as she wriggled on his lap, offering her plump little pussy to his fingers. 

	Nick hugged the girl to her, freeing her, at least for their time together, of the disguise of the whore and allowing her to be a little girl. Nick caught himself in this thought - eight year-old girls wouldn't usually be offering their bodies to strange men. But the world was far from perfect and he hoped she could find some pleasure for herself at least for a little while.

	The stream of juices from Mallory's cunt to his hand was steady now, making a delightful little mess on his pant leg. He started to move her when Mallory reached for his pants and quickly undid them, letting his prick stand free. Nick pulled Mallory's skirt to her waist, giving others around them an eyeful of her bared little rump. Nick got a good look at Mallory's cunny, bald and gleaming, as he lifted her to his penis. 

	Her tiny mound looked too small and innocent to have serviced men, but the soft labia spread and molded themselves to his prick. When he got to her entrance, he could feel how small the ring of her flesh was. Mallory worked her body, bit giving Nick a moment to hesitate because of her youth, and flexed her gifted cuntlet onto his throbbing member. Nick gulped as the child's feverish twat hungrily took him in, the slick walls of her sex undulating around him.

	Mallory's small hands clenched on Nick's shoulders as she began to ride him. He gripped the taut orbs of her ass, holding her there but her slim legs did most of the work. Moving in his seat, Nick tried to shift the angle of his dick and found the areas that made Mallory respond the most. Now she was moaning again, but these were the high-pitched, uninhibited sounds of a little girl, not a seasoned pro. 

	She was so warm and wet and alive in his hands and especially where their bodies were joined. As he felt the excruciating pleasure of Mallory's snug sheath, Nick felt himself melting away inside of her, as if the little girl was feeding on him. He wondered who was taking whom as she bounced and twisted on his cock, making him press into her pussy almost painfully.  

	Mallory's exhalations came in short barks of lust as she felt her climax coming near. Nick was like no others had been to her and she could feel his member quiver slightly and knew what would happen next. When she felt the change in her body commence, she opened her eyes so she could watch him as he came with her.

	Her orgasm grew involuntarily when she saw how Nick's eyes were glowing like hot coals. She opened her mouth to scream, but the sound never came as Nick's head darted forward, snake-quick, and his fangs sunk into her neck.

	Mallory blinked her eyes open and stared around the unfamiliar room. It was decently furnished - nothing shabby but certainly nothing fancy, either. Her shoes were gone but she was still dressed in her tube top and skirt. By the light through the window, she could tell it was nearing sunset, which meant she had been unconscious since last night.

	As she got up from the couch she had been laying on, she felt some soreness at the base of her neck. She had to use the bathroom and afterward examined herself in the mirror. She groaned in horror when she saw the small bruise near the hollow above her collarbone. Inside the bruise were two puncture marks.

	"Sorry about that - it had been a while and I got carried away," Nick said apologetically as he shuffled into the bathroom. "I try not to use enough force in my bites to leave a mark like that."

	"Y-you...you're a...a..." Mallory stammered.

	"A vampire," Nick finished for her. "Yes, I am. Not one of Anne Rice's self-absorbed types and not one of those Twilight teeny-bopper guys, either. And while I'm at it - no, I don't turn into a bat. I won't burst into flames when the sun hits me although it does give me a headache. Although I don't need to, I can eat for the pleasure of it. And, as you have already discovered, I am perfectly capable of having sex."

	Mallory turned scarlet at his last remark, intriguing Nick. Seeing his expression, she explained.

	"You made me cum last night."

	"Yes, I noticed. Human blood is very intoxicating at the peak like that. So it's like having two orgasms at once for a vampire."

	"Oh," Mallory replied. "It's just that I never even had one orgasm. They taught me how to fake it, that's all."

	"That's not fair," Nick said as he led her back to the living room. "Speaking of "them", I don't think I should bring you back there."

	"What happened?" Mallory asked as she reached for her card reader. 

	It was gone. The device also acted as a transmitter to locate any workers who went missing or ventured beyond the boundaries of The Sector. 

	"How much do you remember?" Nick asked, looking a little embarrassed.

	"I remember cumming and seeing your eyes turn red. You bit me and I came even harder," Mallory whispered as the hazy events from last night came tumbling through her mind. "And there were people yelling and someone pulled at me but all I wanted to do was cum. Then I was done and I think I was...I don't remember."

	"Yeah, I caused some trouble with you," Nick admitted sheepishly.

	He told her how he fled with the Mallory in his arms. The vampire wannabee had thought he was role-playing at first and wanted to join in the action, but pissed in her expensive black dress when she saw the real thing. Vampires are stronger and faster than humans and he was able to leave with his new prize.

	Outside of the sector, he broke the chain with the card scanner free and heaved it into the river a few blocks away. Naturally, The Sector had his address on file, but one of the old vampire rules of survival was to have at least one false address to use as a front for the real lair. Nick's only concern was his old friend Harry, who might have unwelcome visitors if they traced Nick back to him.

	He called Harry and told him of his unplanned adventure. Nick's fears were dissipated when Harry roared with laughter.

	"See? I told you this was a great idea! You needed to get out of the house more often. I just wish I had been there to see it," Harry chuckled. "Hey, which address do they have on file?"

	When Nick told him, Harry said not to worry.

	"I'll meet them there," he said reasonably. "We'll have a drink or to, have a good laugh, and we'll get everything sorted out."

	In his desire to get home, Nick thanked his friend and brought Mallory to his house. A while later, Harry phoned back.

	"It's all settled," he told Nick.

	"You mean they're okay with what happened?"

	"No, actually they were pretty pissed. So it all became pretty violent and gruesome. It was the best time I had in weeks! There was this guy, Ace, AB Negative blood laced with some premium coke; WOO! Thanks, man. Oh, and enjoy your new pet."

	"So you see," Nick explained to Mallory. "They can't find you. The other place was registered under a false name, just like my membership in The Sector. If they send any more goons after me, which they probably did, the stuff Harry left behind will keep them from looking any further. 

	"Am I going to turn into a vampire now?" Mallory asked fearfully.

	"Oh no. It's a little more complicated than just getting bitten. That will be your decision when you're older. After all, it would suck to be a hundred years old and get turned down for a driver's license because you look like you're eight."

	"So can I stay here?"

	"I'd like that, but don't you have any family?"

	"Not really. That's how I wound up in The Sector. But I don't want to cause trouble. I mean, can you afford a kid?"

	Nick wondered how many eight year-olds would think like that, but then again, Mallory had already seen a lot.

	"Money's no problem," he explained. "After three hundred years, I have plenty. The thing is, I never really figured out how to spend much. I mean, look around. It's all pretty plain."

	"I think it's just great," the girl said sincerely. 

	"Are you hungry? I usually eat out but I can get something ordered in."

	An hour later, they dined on delivered Chinese food. Mallory was ravenous, nearly matching Nick swallow for swallow as they emptied the white cardboard cartons. Nick again apologized for lacking anything in the kitchen, but the girl wouldn't hear of it.

	To Mallory, Nick and his house looked perfectly normal; something she craved. Although there was one other thing she also craved...

	"Could we...?" she asked as she tugged her top up.

	Mallory lifted her arms as Nick helped her with the flimsy garment. He pulled her skirt down and the girl gracefully stepped out of it. The child's supple body practically glowed in dim light, enticing and pathetically fragile all at once. 

	Nick carried her to his basement bedroom - shielded from the sun but with the stereotypical coffin nonexistent - and laid her on his king-sized bed. She stretched out on the luxurious linens - the only lavishness that Nick was used to. 

	Alone with her, he took his time. For hours he explored her body with his enhanced senses. He could see her quite clearly in the dark and loved every change in pitch of her breathing, now matter how subtle as he investigated her from head to toe. Filtering out the artificial smells of her soap and shampoo, and inhaled the bouquet of her, sensing the tantalizing blood running just beneath her skin in the delicate veins. 

	Her taste was just as exquisite - the faint saltiness and the other less definite flavor that was uniquely Mallory's. Between her legs was something else altogether, and Nick slowly feasted on the nectar that flowed from her puffy little mound. Her sighs were like opera as his tongue greedily sought more until she came, her tiny, hairless mons pressing against his mouth. It would be the first of several orgasms she would have that night.

	With an hour left before sunrise, he finally took her with something other than his fingers or mouth. As she had when they had first met, she rode him while sitting upright, pummeling her tender cuntlet on his cock, losing herself in their coupling long before her climax arrived.

	When it did, Nick answered with the first thunderous burst of his own peculiar semen that surged into the child's unprotected womb. Mallory saw the glow in his eyes and threw her head back, exposing her throat and welcoming his bite when it came. 

	



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