Sword of the Beast - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dismounting her motorcycle on a small gravel patch on the side of the road, Alex gave the shabby-looking, low log building that claimed to be an inn a critical look. Still, from what she'd seen travelers in these mountains couldn't afford to be too picky when looking for a place to stay for the night, and the sun had already begun to set behind the craggy peaks that surrounded the narrow, pockmarked road.

She stepped through the door and blinked in the dimness inside. As her eyes adjusted, she could see she was in a tavern, although an empty one. Alex walked up to the stocky, bearded man behind the bar. "<Hello,>" she said in what she hoped was a reasonable approximation of the local dialect. "<Room. With bath. Please.>" She slapped what she estimated to be a reasonable number of bills on the bar, and watched the innkeeper's eyes widen.

She knew better now than to try and get anything else, like information on her target. For one thing, her command of the language wasn't good enough, and for another the words "Castle Vukvrag" were enough to get her refused service and shown the door at the last tavern she stopped at. She needed a bed for the night a lot more than she needed another room full of fearful stares.

This time, at least, the innkeeper was staring at the money. After her last reception, Alex thought she should err on the side of generosity. The man licked his lips and looked up. "Yes, room with bath," he said in heavily-accented English. "Please to follow me."

Grabbing her bag, he led her down a hallway, and ushered her though a door. She looked around as he lit the oil lanterns and started a fire in the stone fireplace. It was clearly his best room; clean, with a king-sized bed framed in some dark wood. A large wooden tub sat in one corner, but there were no plumbing fixtures. A window looked out on a mountainside. Peering through it, she could just make out a dark jumble of walls and towers on a cliffside above the inn. Castle Vukvrag, she thought.

As the fire blazed to life, he turned around. "Yes, bath, I send water..." he said, stopping short as he saw Alex sitting casually on the bed, her twin automatics lying next to her hands.

"I don't know how much English you really understand," she said. "But understand this. If you think a woman, traveling alone, with cash, represents some kind of opportunity, you are very much mistaken. Understand?"

The innkeeper stared wide-eyed as he backed out of the door. Satisfied that he had gotten the message even if he hadn't understood the words, Alex stripped out of her jacket, kicked off her boots and sat in her white t-shirt and jeans. Maybe she had been a bit too rough with him, but she was still keyed up from her ride into the mountains. Most of the time the narrow road had dropped off on a sheer cliff on one side, and a few times an unexpected obstacle, a fallen tree or rock, had appeared and forced her to swerve dangerously close to that edge. One time the road had been blocked by a small party of armed men, but a simple display of her guns had been enough to persuade them to let her pass. Still, there had been more than enough danger to get her blood pumping.

She distracted herself momentarily by taking inventory. Dragos had said the sword had been hidden in caves under the castle to keep it from the Turks, so she had come prepared for spelunking. And for a few other things as well, she though as she looked over the box of bullets she had ordered made before she left Prague, and the antique she asked Cayne Manor's caretaker to dig out of the back rooms and sent to her. It cost her an extra two days waiting in the city, but she wasn't in that much of a hurry. Silly superstition may be just silly superstition, but it can't hurt to be prepared, she thought.

She glanced out the window again at the castle and thought of Dragos. He had proved to be neither a gentle man nor a gentleman. She had woken the next morning from vaguely-remembered beast-haunted dreams alone, bruised, aching, and naked on the cold stone floor of the manor hall, liberally speckled with dried juices and reeking of carnal excess. The ugly manservant from the night before was standing over her, holding a thick envelope on a silver tray. He continued to stand there, leering, as she gathered her clothes and snatched the envelope. As soon as she made herself decent and confirmed the envelope held her map, directions, and down payment, she strode out of the empty, echoing hall with as much dignity as she could muster. All in all, it was far from her best morning.

But the night before, oh the night before... as her thoughts drifted back, she could feel a swell of lust rising within her. The hazards of the trip, not to mention the hours spent straddling her thrumming bike, had left her aroused in more ways than one. She fell back on the bed, unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped her hand under her panties. She was damp before her finger even reached her pussy, and her lips fell slack as she began to stroke herself.

As she touched herself, she remembered. They had made love...no, no, he had fucked her, again and again, all through the night. He was insatiable, tireless, savage, brutal. He had picked her up and slammed her against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped desperately around he broad back and he thrust into her. Her bruises had only just now faded. Almost as soon as he roared out his own climax he had thrown her to the floor and shoved her head into his crotch, deep-throating her with his re-hardening cock until she could barely breathe. Then the next round began, ending with him driving her into the floor from above like a piledriver, her back protesting, her pussy on fire.

And she had loved it. His sheer animal ferocity had brought her to climax again and again while they wrestled like beasts. If she had her bruises, he would bear the marks of her nails for some time as well.

The one moment of respite was when she found herself, gasping and dazed, lying facedown on the table amid the spilled cream and scattered strawberries. As she struggled to breathe she felt fingers spreading her asscheeks, the brush of the glass lip of the cruet and a stream of cool, slick olive oil on her flesh, into her asshole. Her fogged mind had just time to think I wondered why he bothered with the salad when Dragos seized her hips and thrust himself deep into her tight asshole. She thrashed and screamed, first in pain, then in ecstasy as he pounded into her, harder and harder, until neither her mind nor her body could cope with the lightning bolts of sensation racing through her and she knew no more.

Lost in the memory, she was lying in the bed, her eyes closed, one hand down the front of her unzipped pants when an insistent knocking at the door broke the spell. She jerked her hand back and sat up, scowling in frustration as another knock made it clear whoever was out there wasn't going away. "Hang on." she said, as she hastily refastened her paints.

Two rather attractive girls bustled in, carrying buckets of steaming water on their shoulders. Alex watched them go past with interest. They were twins, identical twins; shorter than Alex, with dusky skin, dark brown hair, and wide, dark eyes set in angelic-seeming faces. They wore simple peasant blouses and dresses, and padded barefoot over the wooden floor. They dumped the buckets in the tub and left for more. A minute later they were back, with enough water to fill the tub to a reasonable level. They left again, and Alex finished wiggling out of her jeans and got up, shedding her t-shirt as she walked to the door to lock it. Now to get in the tub and finish what I started, she thought.

Before she could turn the lock, though, the door was opening again, and the girls returned, with more water. They set the buckets by the tub and stood there, giving the appearance of waiting for something.

"<Thanking you,>" Alex said. They continued to stand there. With a sigh, Alex reached into her pack and pulled out a few more bills. She walked over and pressed them into the nearest twin's hand, but she pushed it back, nodding no. "Bath," she said.

Alex sighed. "<Names?>" she asked. "Aishe," one said. "Nadya," said the other. " Alex replied. "<Thanking you, Aishe, Nadya. Going now.>"

Both nodded no this time. "Bath," Nadya said.

Alex sighed again. She was too tired to figure out what this was about. She unsnapped her bra and pulled off her panties, guessing at each step that it would be a hint too clear for them to ignore and finding she was wrong each time.

As she lowered herself naked into the tub, they were still there. The warm water was relaxing enough that she might have forgotten about them, until one took one of the spare buckets and slowly poured it over her head. "Ah, thank you," Alex exclaimed, sinking further into the tub. The hot water was doing wonders for her muscles, sore from the long ride.

She sat up again, though, as the twins knelt on either side of the tub, produced small cloths, and began to rub her arms and shoulders. She sat up straighter as their small hands stayed over her breasts, brushing lightly against the nipples. "Um, girls, I'm not sure what kind of bath is supposed to come with this room..." she started.

"Bath come with room," Aishe said, stoking down Alex's belly. "This best room. It come with bath. Everyone get bath."

"Ah, what sort of bath do your men guests get?" Laura asked, her lips quirking up speculatively.

"Girl, boy, the same," Nadya said as she stroked down her side. "Everyone get same bath. Only one difference."

Alex opened her mouth to reply, but only a gasp came out as Aishe reached her crotch and suddenly plunged two fingers into her pussy. As she arched her back, Nadya leaned in and captured one of Alex's nipples in her mouth. Aishe leaned in, too, until Alex could feel her hot breath in her face. "We like girl bath better," she whispered before kissing Alex, hard, sending her tongue thrusting into Alex's gaping mouth.

Alex arched her back and closed her eyes as she felt Aishe work her fingers in and out of her pussy while Nadya softly sucked on her breast and let her hands roam over Alex's smooth skin, which shuddered slightly at the light caresses. She moaned into Aishe's mouth as the girl's tongue swirled around Alex's own.

Then they were gone. Alex opened her eyes to see them at the foot of the tub, Aishe pulling off Nadya's top while Nadya, kneeling, tugged off Aishe's skirt. In a moment, they switched positions and stood stark naked. They giggled and embraced each other, kissing passionately as they ground their slender bodies against each other.

As Alex sat up again, they turned to her with identical lavicious smiles that destroyed any lingering impressions of innocence. Swaying sensuously, they walked to the sides of the tub and climbed in, snuggling their bodies against Alex's own curves from either side as they both planted fierce kisses on her mouth, two tongues now twining with her own.

They broke the kiss to let their lips roam down the sides of Alex's neck before reaching her full breasts, each twin taking a swollen nipple and subjecting it to a playful round of licking and nibbling. Alex moaned, any objections forgotten as four delicate hands caressed her belly and reached between her thighs, their fingers brushing through her hair and between her lips.

Then the twins' bodies were sliding and wiggling, their naked flesh pressing tight as they turned in the tight confines of the tub to face their heads toward Alex's pussy. She raised her hips above the water in anticipation as a pair of lips worked their way toward the hot, wet snatch. At the same time, she found herself confronted with a pair of identical pussies, and she began to put her own fingers to work, stroking their nether lips just as their tongues reached hers.

Alex inserted one finger, then two, and quickened her pace as the twins' tongues jousted over her pussy, first one plunging into the depths, then the other. The water in the tub began to rock and churn as the three began to move as one, soft moans escaping from parted lips, hard nipples rubbing soft skin.

Then the girls changed tactics, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss that sandwiched Alex's swollen clit between them. She whooped in surprise and pleasure as she felt their tongues swirl around her bud. She involuntarily increased her own pumping of the twin pussies, which stoked the girls into an even more frenzied attack. "Oh...oh....AHHH!" Alex moaned as she came. Moments later the twins stiffened, and Alex felt their love juices flow onto her hands. She pulled back her fingers and slowly ran her tongue over them, tasting the girls as they squirmed around to face her. Their slick bodies slithered up hers as the three met for another long, hard kiss, made all the sweeter this time by the taste of their combined juices on each other's lips.

Finally, the twins slumped off to either side, and Alex let her head hang back. She tried to catch her breath as the twins rose from the tub. When she raised her head the twins were standing there, naked and dripping, holding towels.

"Come," Aishe said. "Bed."

"Room come with bed and bath," Nadya said.

Alex rose. "Might as well get my money's worth," she murmured.

Continued in Chapter 4