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Nightmare Creatures
by Mellanie Hewlitt (mellaniehewlitt@hotmail.com)

***

Cleo's was no ordinary escort agency, it maintained an 
exclusive clientele which would forever be beyond the 
reach of the average man on the street. Over the years 
is the contacts have been top celebrities, royalty, the 
CEOs of huge companies, oil tycoons, ministers, people 
whose names and faces appear in Forbes and Fortune 
magazine. (MMF, nc, bd, orgy, beast, aliens, sci-fi)

***
  
Chapter 1: The Discreet Assignment

Oh how she hated the Internet, this new means of modern 
technology that allowed information to spread swiftly 
across the masses. Only six months ago, Rachel Greene 
had been gracing the covers of some of the world's most 
illustrious fashion magazines. Barely 24 years of age, 
this pretty brunette already had close to USD20 mio of 
contracts under her belt. She was in demand and her 
modeling career was right on track 

But all that came crashing down when she received her 
first photo shoot assignment with Massimo Milano. 
Rachel had at first welcomed the chance to shoot with 
this well know Italian photographer, whose name was 
associated with some of the biggest cat walk models and 
fashion houses this side of Manhattan. 

But things started going wrong when she refused the 
repeated advances of Massimo. He had taken no pains to 
hide his sexual fascination with her and she had to 
endure the endless hours of torment and torture during 
his photo shoots. But had managed always to tacitly 
evade his lewd advances. 

Rachel suspected that quite a few girls in the industry 
had become victims of this perverted monster. She was 
advised by her friend Monica that this was a usual 
seedy trademark of the high fashion industry. It was 
not the face that launched careers, but the 
photographer behind the face and body who could make or 
break a promising talent. 

But she had not heeded Monica's advise. She simply 
could not, the very sight of the fat balding middle-
aged Italian filled her with disgust and revulsion. The 
crunch came 3 months ago when she responded to a last 
minute assignment by the agency for a swimwear shoot.

Rachel suspected nothing unusual when she walked into 
the deserted studio. However her suspicions were 
immediately raised when she found herself alone with 
Massimo. She refused to change into the very skimpy G-
String type bikinis and declined the cocktails he 
offered her. Finally, she simply walked out of the 
studio ignoring his threats and vulgarities. 

The next thing she knew, nude and pornographic pictures 
of her were flooding the websites. She made a report to 
the authorities but they were never able to trace the 
actual origin of the pictures. But she recognized his 
handy work. These were not the product of amateurs 
photographers, they even fooled playboy and penthouse 
who vouched for the authenticity of the pictures. 

The contracts were swiftly cancelled as prestigious 
brands and fashion houses tossed her like a used rag 
doll, wanting to distance their immaculate brand names 
from her soiled public image. It did not matter that 
the pictures were false, Rachel Greene was damaged 
goods and had lost her public appeal. 

Low on cash and desperate for an assignment, Monica 
referred her to a secluded modeling agency known simply 
as "Cleo's." She soon found out that the agency itself 
was a front and only maintained a surreal existence on 
the internet. 

There was no actual business address, phone lines, fax 
numbers etc. In fact, the agency prided itself on its 
discreteness. Perspective models e-mailed their 
portfolios and resumes to an internet web page together 
with their contact details. It was the agency who short 
listed the models and initiated first contact. 

This arrangement seemed highly unusual to Rachel as she 
had thought that any aspiring modeling agency would be 
hungry for publicity. But Monica told her the reason 
behind this cloak of secrecy. 

Additional to the usual modeling contracts, Cleo's also 
doubled as an escort agency. Rachel's heart sank when 
she heard this but Monica assured her that Cleo's 
looked after all of their models, many of whom were top 
models like herself who have wondered off the wayward 
path. 

Cleo's was no ordinary escort agency either. It 
maintained an exclusive clientele which would forever 
be beyond the reach of the average man on the street. 
This agency catered to royalty, Celebes and the filthy 
rich. Small wonder that discretion and anonymity were 
the order of the day. 

Monica herself confessed that she had accepted several 
well paid assignments and found the experience quite 
enjoyable. Seeing her hesitation Monica had prompted 
that she accepts the agency's invitation for a phone 
interview. She would speak with Madame Tussard, who 
basically ran Cleo's. 

And now she sat anxiously as she waited to receive the 
impending phone call. As if reading her mind, the phone 
rang shrilly, jolting her out of her reverie. Rachel's 
heart pounded as she allowed the phone to rang for long 
seconds, still having reservations about this agency. 
Finally she snatched the cradle up and answered the 
phone breathlessly; 

Rachel: "Hello." 

A soft spoken soothing feminine voice greeted her on 
the phone: "Why hello, is this Rachel Greene, it Madam 
Tussard here." 

Rachel: "Yes this is her, er I mean me...I am Rachel 
Greene." 

Madame Tussard: "My, you do sound tense tonight Rachel, 
but don't worry, Monica has told me a lot about you and 
that is why we are having this call tonight, to let you 
know a little more about Cleo's and its operations." 

Rachel: "Oh, so you have spoken to Monica already, I 
hear she accepts contracts from your agency." 

Madame Tussard: "Yes, Monica is one of our more popular 
young ladies, she has lovely blonde hair and ocean blue 
eyes and appeals naturally to the camera." 

Rachel: "So she has accepted only modeling assignments? 
And not the more er...discreet jobs?" 

Madame Tussard: "Well let me start from the beginning 
and tell you how we run Cleo's. Cleo's is first and 
foremost a modeling agency. Our models are featured in 
glamour magazines. The girls are young and beautiful 
and we look after them very well as they are our prized 
assets. Without the models, there is no Cleo's!!" she 
laughed easily. 

Rachel: "Well that's very re-assuring to know and I am 
ready and willing to accept modeling assignments, you 
have seen my portfolio and resume..." 

Madame Tussard: "Yes we have and we are very impressed. 
Your birth cert says you turn 24 this February and 
already I have seen your face on so many covers. And 
you have the perfect model's figure, long luscious 
black hair, 5'4 tall, 100lbs and a very supple and 
delicate 33C-24-34, with almond brown eyes and ivory 
white skin. Its no wonder that the public adores you 
so." 

Rachel: "Yes, but as you probably also no, there was 
that ugly internet scandal... I have not been given 
another lucrative assignments since." 

Madame Tussard's tone was encouraging: "That's a minor 
set-back. You are very young, and the public has a very 
short memory. We can restart your career, this is what 
Cleo's specializes in. We help less fortunate young 
ladies like yourself who were exploited by the 
industry, back on their feet." Rachel took heart and 
she felt herself more at ease with Madame Tussard: "Oh 
that's so good to hear, so when can I begin my first 
assignment." 

There was a pause before Madame Tussard answered: 
"That's really up to you. You can even start tonight if 
you are up to it, but before that I must brief you on 
the other services that Cleo's offers." 

Rachel: "Yes I can start tonight, tell me more." 

Madame Tussard: "One reason Cleo's has been so 
successful over the years is the contacts we maintain 
with our exclusive clientele. These are not the fashion 
houses and tabloid magazines I refer to. These are the 
top celebrities, royalty, the CEOs of huge companies, 
oil tycoons, ministers, people whose names and faces 
appear in Forbes and Fortune magazine." 

Rachel was confused: "Er do you mean they finance and 
sponsor the agency's operations?" 

Madame Tussard thought for awhile: "That's one way to 
see things. The rich and famous are constantly at the 
mercy of the press. They have an image to maintain and 
they also have their personal needs, which quite often 
conflict with their public image. Cleo's plays the very 
delicate and vital role of maintaining the balance 
between these two needs." 

Rachel was still confused: "I am sorry, what's so bad 
about financing a modeling agency, even if you are a 
minister or oil tycoon." 

Madame Tussard's voice took a harder edge: "Even the 
filthy rich have their human needs, their sexual 
fantasies, desires that they need fulfilled. As money 
is no object they want only the best, so the usual 
whore houses or escort agencies will not appeal to 
them. They want cover girls and top models at their 
back and call, and of cause discretion is the order of 
the day." 

Rachel's heart sank as she realized the implications of 
Madame Tussard's words. "So you are nothing more than 
an escort agency, just selling sex to the rich." 

Madame Tussard's voice softened: "Not true. Although we 
run an agency and have contracts with fashion houses, 
we cannot survive on this seasonal revenue alone. We 
are a bona-fide modeling agency, but the harsh reality 
of corporate finance also sinks in. The fashion houses 
continue to use our models because Cleo's waives its 
agency fees. We do not charge the fashion house or the 
model. Cleo's offers a cheap alternative in these tough 
economic times to the budget conscious designer who 
still requires a top model to launch his products." 

Madame Tussard continued: "But we need to cover our 
costs. We try to minimize on rental and office space 
and studios by maintaining only a surreal existence on 
the internet, but we still have to pay our 
photographers, drivers, writers and most importantly of 
all, our models. Our models take home 80% of our 
revenue, and they are worth every penny. So you my dear 
would take home most of the revenue. It's a win-win 
situation for you." 

Rachel: "I still don't get it, will I get a proper 
modeling assignment or not?" Madame Tussard: "You will 
get a proper modeling, but because we have to cover our 
costs, you need to also fulfill a minimum quota of 
"Discreet Assignments" every month before we can refer 
you to the fashion houses." 

Rachel knew by now what Madame Tussard meant by 
"Discreet Assignments." 

Rachel: "How many "Discreet Assignments" a month 
precisely" 

Madame Tussard: "That depends on the revenue generated 
on each assignment. Which also depends on the er 
"services rendered" in each Discreet Assignment." 

Rachel: "Well that's still very vague, can you be more 
precise." 

Madame Tussard: "I'll try. Lets say we were a full time 
modeling agency and I were to refer a top model like 
you to a fashion house, what would my agency fees be? I 
know it differs from assignment to assignment but on 
average I can expect at least 5-10 grand an assignment. 
So that's the opportunity cost for the agency, which is 
one side of the equation. Now we ask, how many Discreet 
Assignments do you need to complete before you can meet 
our minimum cost base of say 5k per month. That is an 
open question." 

Rachel: "Why? Don't I receive a fix remuneration for 
each Discreet Assignment." 

Madame Tussard: "Yes and no. For each Discreet 
Assignment, you will receive a basic Attendance Fee of 
200 bucks." 

Rachel: "200 bucks!!! It will take me forever to work 
that off!!!" 

Madame Tussard: "This is only the Attendance Fee, you 
get this fee for merely showing up. All Discreet 
Assignments are voluntary. The model decides how far 
she wants to carry through her assignments. This is 
also for the welfare of the model." 

Rachel: "That means I can turn-up, look at the client 
and if I do not like him, I can just leave." 

Madame Tussard: "In short yes. But Cleo's prides itself 
on meeting and satisfying our exclusive clientele. Many 
of these high flyers are on stop-over flights between 
international destinations. They only have a few short 
hours to fulfill their Discreet Assignments. Its not 
nice to disappoint them. Word also does get around 
amongst the clients and if you have too many refusals, 
I will have difficulty recommending you even for 
Discreet Assignments, let alone modeling jobs. So use 
that as a last option." 

Rachel remained silent as she contemplated her options. 
Sensing her reservations Madame Tussard continued: "I 
think you are viewing this in a negative manner. Most 
of our Discreet Assignments are actually quite 
pleasant. Do remember that you will be meeting the 
crème de le crème of society and not the usual riff 
raffs. 

"Who knows you may meet a Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise and 
the pay-outs for full services are handsome, between 1-
2k a night. That means that you need only do 2-3 
Discreet Assignments a month to meet your monthly 
quota. Once the quota is met we can refer you to any 
number of modeling jobs." 

Rachel: "Yes, but this is so cheap, its tantamount to 
prostitution." 

Madame Tussard: "Not true. The model decides how the 
evening progresses. Of cause sex is a real possibility, 
but it may or may not be on the agenda of our clients. 
Some may just want the company of a beautiful young 
lady. And even if there is sex, you decide whether to 
proceed, and it may turn out to be quite a pleasant 
experience after all. Imagine getting paid 1-2k to have 
a passionate evening with Tom Cruise, life can't get 
any better Rachel!" 

Rachel: "Well, when you put it like this, its hard to 
say no." 

Madame Tussard pushed on: "Then accept a Discreet 
Assignment Rachel, say yes! The bottom line is that you 
have nothing to lose. And if you do change your mind, 
you can just collect your Attendance Fee and leave 
after the preliminary social obligations." 

Rachel: "Well, ok, since you put it that way. But will 
I have a male escort just in case the client becomes 
difficult." 

Madame Tussard: "Of cause, that's agency policy to 
ensure the safety of our models. The Limo will pick you 
up from home and will wait for you at the client's 
location. You will have a direct line in to the driver, 
Ben, who will come to your aid in the very unlikely 
event things get out of hand." 

Rachel: "yes, that is most re-assuring, so where do we 
go from here?" 

Madame Tussard: "You mentioned you could start this 
evening, I have a very exclusive client flying through 
Manhattan. He is a regular and a perfect gentlemen. I 
can start by sending him your portfolio and pictures to 
see if he is interested in meeting up with you this 
evening." 

Rachel: "Well, ok., who is this client?" 

Madame Tussard: "Sorry that's privileged information. 
Just as the agency protects its models, so too do we 
protect the reputation of our clients. You will only 
know who the client is when you meet him in person. And 
if you do not like him, you can pull out after the 
obligatory cocktails." 

Rachel: "Obligatory cocktails?" 

Madame Tussard: "Yes Rachel, these are social 
formalities. We do not run a cheap fuck-shop so to 
speak. The usual protocol is to have 5-10 minutes of 
social interaction with the client, make small talk. 
Seep a cocktail, this also gives both of you a chance 
to get to know each other better. You can even think of 
it as a first date!" 

Rachel: "Ok, I suppose I can do that tonight, just to 
have drinks and cocktail and nothing more. Please alert 
your client to this." 

Madame Tussard: "That's not advisable, its like 
throwing a bucket of ice-water onto the client. He 
won't even want to meet you. Just play along with the 
game and cross the bridge when you come to it. The 
client knows the agency policy and that the model can 
walk anytime she wants to." 

Rachel: "Well, ok, but I am just having cocktails this 
evening..." 

Madame Tussard: "As you please Rachel. I will call you 
within the hour to confirm the assignment for tonight. 
Please leave your mobile on. Good bye for now." 

-- Scene Shift To Madame Tussard's sleazy studio --  

Chapter 2 The Set-Up 

Massimo Milano smiled eagerly to himself as he 
carefully removed the voice-encoder from the mouth 
piece of his phone. Business had been brisk at Cleo's 
and he had been busy playing the role of Madame Tussard 
as liaison between his clients and the models. Until 
this day, no one knew that he was actually the real 
person behind the sweet soothing voice of Madame 
Tussard. Not his clientele and definitely not the 
models in Cleo's employ. 

Yes, life was good at Cleo's and it would be doubly 
sweet victory if he could get his clutches again onto 
Rachel Greene. Just when he thought he saw the last of 
her, fate lent him a hand and delivered her back into 
his clutches. 

The stunning brunette had proven to be a source of 
sexual frustration for him and he was still salvaging 
his badly bruised ego after her repeated rejections of 
his advances. 

Who the hell did she think she was, to turn her nose in 
the air and reject the great Massimo Milano. He was the 
genius who launched thousands of careers on 
international cat-walks, and had bedded the most 
beautiful women in the world. No one had the audacity 
to say no to him. No one except Rachel Greene. 

Circulating the fake pictures of her on the internet 
was a small consolation. He derived some satisfaction 
watching her career crumble over night. But It did not 
satiate his growing hunger for her. If anything, the 
fake nude pictures only served to fan the burning lust 
within him and his craving for this sweet dessert that 
was always just beyond his reach. So, she thought she 
was too good for him did she? He wanted to see the 
arrogant ice princess humiliated and reduced to a 
whimpering mass of jello. 

He drummed his fingers absently on the table as he 
tried to work out a devilishly fitting Discreet 
Assignment for Rachel. She must be tortured, he wanted 
her to suffer and experience the same burning lust and 
desire that had consumed him these past few months. She 
must feel the unfulfilled hunger that haunted him. And 
of cause, it would be the piece de resistance if he 
could finally personally consummate his desire. 

But he also knew that he could not recommend Rachel to 
himself. She would take flight immediately at the first 
sight of him and he would have lost a golden 
opportunity forever. No, this required some strategy 
and manipulation which could only be achieved through 
his guise as Madame Tussard. He knew he already had 
part of her trust and must take advantage of this 
existing leverage to consolidate his position. 

He reached for the black book that contained his black-
listed clients, determined to find a fate worst then 
death for the very source of his unfulfilled lust. 
These were usually the clients that had such unusual 
and perverse fetishes that even he found it difficult 
to conduct business with. What would be a fitting 
assignment for Ms Greene? This will be fun, he smiled 
to himself as he flipped through the pages. 

How about Mr. Marx who was into snuff? No, he did not 
want to lose a prized asset. Besides, the last 
assignment with Mr. Marx involved the authorities and 
no end of paper work to cover up the mess. 

His fingers came to rest on the initials of Mr. Salim. 
This was a potential, Mr. Salim was into bestiality. He 
was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with 
horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid 
anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, 
down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge 
sheep dog. 

But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he 
referred there was physically scarred and underwent 
several weeks of extensive reconstructive surgery to 
her reproductive organs. She became a defective 
product, a non-performing asset. No, he could not risk 
it, he wanted to teach Rachel Greene a lesson, but he 
also saw her as a potential financial investment which 
he would use, abuse and discard. Perhaps he would save 
this for her final assignment, but not for her first 
initiation. 

Moving further down the list Massimo also skipped Sam 
Smith who had a morbid fascination with necrophilia. 
This particular gentleman got his kicks in grave yards 
and expected the models to engage in various 
unmentionable acts with cadavers. Which was fine with 
Massimo. The only problem was that Mr. Smith would also 
ritually behead the model and engage in sexual 
intercourse with the beheaded corpse as a grand finale. 

Massimo signed in frustration. Virtually all the 
blacklisted clients were fascinated with violent, 
destructive acts which would physically and permanently 
damage his prized product. He was about to give-up when 
his eyes caught the initials of Professor Moriarty at 
the bottom of the page. 

A fiendish smile flooded his face as he nodded to 
himself, yes, this would be a fitting Discreet 
Assignment for Rachel Greene. 

Placing the voice encoder back on the phone mouth-
piece, he proceeded to dial the numbers which would 
seal Rachel's fate. 

-- Scene Switch to Professor Moriarty's secluded castle 
-- 

Chapter 3: The Professor & His Pets 

Professor Moriarty looked up from his work bench, 
trying to find the ringing phone beneath the scattered 
pile of paper and printed circuit boards. He hated to 
be interrupted in his work. Sex and his work were the 
be all and end all of his life, all else was 
immaterial. And he had managed to combine the two in 
his latest project. 

At sixty years of age, he was a retired social recluse 
with few relatives and even fewer friends. He was 
surprised at first by the foreign sound that flooded 
his laboratory. It was only later that he recognized it 
as the sound of his ringing phone, which had not been 
used for weeks. 

His curiosity took hold as he wondered who could be 
ringing him. Perhaps it was a wrong number, but as the 
unfound phone continued to ring persistently, he 
rummaged through his work papers and junk to find the 
receiver simply to end this confounding irritation. At 
last he found the phone cord and roughly jerked the 
receiver from under a pile of books. 

Moriarty: "Hello, who's this, you have the wrong 
number." He said crossly. 

He was greeted by a vaguely familiar feminine voice: 
"Good evening, is that Professor Moriarty please?" 

Moriarty was amused that this person knew him enough to 
greet him by his title, and he softened his tone; "Yes, 
how may I help you?" 

Madame Tussard: "Oh Professor Moriarty, its so nice to 
hear your voice again, it is Madame Tussard from 
Cleo's" 

He smiled to himself as he finally remembered where he 
heard the voice from. Until the recent incident, he had 
always enjoyed the services rendered by Cleo's. The 
agency supplied him with a steady stream of beautiful 
young models to satiate his constant and growing need 
for sex. But they were expensive and he knew that he 
was a virtual hostage to their services, much like a 
cocaine addict was held hostage by the crack dealer. 

Cleo's was the best, and there was no substitute for 
the quality of girls they supplied. He had tried been 
severely disappointed when he tried the much cheaper 
escort services who supplied him with cheap slabs of 
unpalatable meat. 

But the problem was that having retired from the 
academic world without a steady pay-cheque, he knew his 
limited savings (substantive though they were), could 
not sustain his insatiable hunger and appetite 
indefinitely. What he needed was a good, cheap 
substitute, and there was none, at least not until his 
new project would be completed. 

Moriarty: "Yes I remember, the modeling agency... wait 
a minute, I thought you blacklisted me after the last 
job. Why are you still calling me?" 

Madame Tussard: "Black list you? Good havens no, who in 
the world could have told you that?" 

Moriarty: "You of course." 

Madame Tussard: "You must be mistaken, you are one of 
our most important clients. Anyway I called in to see 
how you are and whether you are still in need of our 
services." 

Moriarty's pulse raced. The call could not have come at 
a better time when he had just completed his project. 
"Well I am in need of a model this evening, if there is 
one available. She must be young, and beautiful, 
preferably brunette." 

Madame Tussard: "As a matter of fact we have a new 
model who just joined Cleo's today and I think you will 
simply adore her. Shall I e-mail her portfolio to you?" 

Moriarty: "Yes, use the old e-mail address, and stay on 
the line, I'll just hop over to my computer." 

Madame Tussard: "The file should be coming through now, 
got it?" Moriarty squinted through his thick glasses as 
he clicked on the portfolio and flipped through the 
photos: "Mmmmm yes, she will do deliciously. Can she be 
here this evening by 9PM?" 

Madame Tussard: "Yes, that can be arranged, at the 
usual fee." 

Moriarty: "Ok send her over. I want exclusivity over 
this one" 

Madame Tussard: "You know Professor Moriarty, as a 
gesture of goodwill and to make up for our embarrassing 
error we can also waive the usual agency policies for 
this assignment, at an additional fee of cause." 
Moriarty: "You mean you are finally willing to dispense 
with those confounded agency rules? Great, how much?" 

Madame Tussard: "For an additional 2k, you can have her 
all to yourself with no strings attached. The agency 
Limo will leave immediately after dropping her off, and 
her agency mobile will be inconveniently low on 
batteries. We will leave it to you to entertain her 
with your usual assortment of cocktails. In short you 
will have Rachel all to yourself to do with as you 
please." 

Moriarty licked his lips in anticipation, at last he 
could turn his fantasies into reality. He could hardly 
wait for the evening to begin. 

Moriarty: "Excellent, make sure she is not late." 

As he hung up, Moriarty made his way down to the bowels 
of the castle. There was much to be done in preparation 
for tonight. He had to run some final tests on the 
simulator, and it was also feeding time for his pets. 

Yes, his pets, they were his creation and they had been 
alone for so long. Finally they would have some 
company. As he neared their sleeping quarters, they 
could smell and sense his approach. The putrid stench 
of death and decay filled the air but Moriarty did not 
notice, he had long since grown accustomed to this 
environment. Already he could hear the scratching and 
clawing of eager hands behind the huge oak door. 

"Slowly my pets, you are hungry, bona petit." He opened 
a window in the huge oak door and tossed the carcasses 
of several pigs and chickens into the pit. It was too 
dark in the pit for him to see, but all at once he 
could hear the scampering of feet and the crunching or 
bones as the unholy creatures within ate their fill. 

"Tonight, you will have something alive and much 
tastier." He promised as he shut the window." 

-- Scene Switch back to Rachel's Apartment -- 

Chapter 4: The Pick-up 

The shrill ringing of the phone startled Rachel. Could 
it be Madame Tussard already, it seemed barely 5 
minutes ago that she had ended her first phone call 
with Madame Tussard. How could they have confirmed her 
assignment in such a short period. There was only one 
way to find out and she anxiously lifted the phone from 
its cradle. 

Madame Tussard: "Rachel! Its me again, I have marvelous 
news. The client simply adores you and cannot wait to 
meet up with you tonight." 

Rachel: "Tonight, oh that's very short notice." 

Madame Tussard: "Well you did indicate you were 
available for Discreet Assignment tonight. And you 
should really be flattered that you are in such high 
demand. I can assure you that this is a very wealthy 
and respectable client and it would be a very lucrative 
first assignment for you. Things could hardly have 
gotten off to a better start for you, you are most 
fortunate." 

Rachel: "Well, ok, I will just make a casual short 
meeting with your client. Its my first assignment and I 
prefer to get to know the client a little better first 
before we proceed further into any business 
relationship." 

Madame Tussard: "Yes, by all means stay just for the 
obligatory 1st cocktail, make some pleasant 
conversation, talk about the weather and then if you 
are not impressed, just call Ben on the department 
mobile and he will be waiting outside ready to pick you 
up." 

Rachel: "Ok, that sounds fine to me." 

Madame Tussard: "Good, Ben will be over to pick you up 
at 7.00PM sharp. Its only around 5.00PM now so you have 
2 hours to make yourself presentable. Please do take 
effort to make a good first impression. I would 
recommend a black formal evening dress that accentuates 
your lithe figure and shows off a bare back and supple 
shoulders." 

Rachel: "Don't worry, I know how to look my best and I 
have a dress that meets your requirements. I'll see Ben 
at 7.00PM then." 

As Rachel hung up she could not help but feel that 
events were developing faster than she liked. Quickly 
she hurried to the bath room to prepare a fragrant hot 
bubble bath. She felt a tad nervous and soaking in the 
scented water for an hour would help to calm her nerves 
and clear her mind. 

Stepping out of her clothes, she stopped to admire her 
long lithe figure, flawless white skin and firm supple 
breasts. She knew that she was still a head turner but 
the past few months had shattered her self-confidence 
as she was greeted by rejections from all the major 
tabloid magazines and fashion houses. 

It angered her that she was now reduced to this 
desperate measure. Six months ago she would not even 
have given an agency like Cleo's a second glance, let 
alone consider accepting Discreet Assignments. But 
beggars can't be choosers. 

Adding a liberal dose of scented oil and bath salts to 
the bubble bath, she sank gratefully into the 
comforting embrace of the warm scented waters and 
immediately felt more relaxed. Closing her eyes, she 
allowed her face to slide below the surface of the warm 
water, remaining submerged for long seconds before 
surfacing. 

Rachel realized that she was beseeched by conflicting 
values and emotions. The religious ethical side of her 
balked at the notion of even considering a Discreet 
Assignment. This was basically a more refined high-end 
version of prostitution, selling one' self and body for 
sex. 

However there was a darker more adventurous side of her 
that found this arrangement strangely exciting, sensual 
and even erotic. Here she was, about to be whisked off 
in a Limo to meet an unknown man who found her 
attractive. And no one knows how the evening would 
unfold or what course events would take. She blew 
gentle at the bubbles that had congregated around her 
sensitive rosebud tipped nipples and was amused to note 
that they were already semi-erect. 

The loud buzz of the alarm clock woke her. She realized 
she had dosed off in the fragrant water for over an 
hour. Stealing a quick glance at the clock, it was 
already 6.20PM and she hurriedly showered and toweled 
herself dry. Wrapping a towel around her she reached 
for the hair-dryer and proceeded to blow-dry her long 
luscious hair. 

It was a stroke of luck that she had the exact dress 
that Madame Tussard had requested her to put on. The 
black sleeveless dress was simple but very elegant with 
a low cut back which left her shoulders bare. It had 
long splits on either sides which allowed the casual 
observer a tempting glimpse of her supple legs. She 
elected to wear sheer white lacy silk bra and panties 
which hugged her contours like a second skin. This was 
because she knew the black silk dress also hugged her 
body and accentuated every curve of her figure. 

She elected not to wear any perfume as the dress was a 
gift from a famous Italian designer and he had warned 
her that the reach silk fabric did not agree with toxic 
chemicals. Thankfully she also did not need much make-
up, save for some lip-gloss and a slight touch of 
mascara. The loud blare of a car signaled the arrival 
of the agency Limo and Ben. 

Taking a deep breath she took one last approving glance 
of herself in the full length mirror before grabbing 
her small purse and stepping out of the apartment into 
the warm summer night. She spotted Ben the chauffeur 
immediately and took comfort in the fact that he was 
tall and broad. He smiled briefly at her, giving her 
the usual once over and commenting ; "Wow, you look 
stunning, even to me and I have seen quite a few models 
in my line." 

Rachel: "Thank you, where's our destination for 
tonight?" 

Ben: "Sorry, that's classified information, agency 
rules. But you will find out anyhow. It will be a long 
ride though." 

Rachel: "Oh, seems like there are lots of things I am 
not allowed to know." 

The car started and they drove in silence for awhile 
before Ben spoke again. 

Ben: "Madame Tussard would have given you the 
introductory lecture on the agency's policies and 
client confidentiality." 

Rachel: "Yes she did, what's she like, this Madame 
Tussard?" 

Ben laughed: "Wow you really are new here. No one has 
laid eyes on her yet. If you think the agency is 
shrouded in secrets, she is the final enigma. I have 
been working here for three years and have never even 
caught a glimpse of her." 

Rachel: "So you really don't know anything about her at 
all then." 

Ben: "Word in the industry is that she is a retired 
model who had good connections and started the agency 
with some of her savings." 

Rachel: I suppose that is believable enough." 

Ben: "Oh Yes, before I forget, there is an agency 
mobile next to you in the back seat, you can use this 
to call me when its time to pick you up." 

Rachel slipped the mobile into her purse, feeling 
slightly more secure. She noticed that they had slipped 
onto an expressway and were rapidly headed away from 
time. 

Rachel: "Just how long do we go before we reach the 
client's place, or is that classified also?" 

Ben: "I reckon we should be there in under two hours. 
Just sit back and enjoy the ride, I'll turn on some 
soft music for you." 

Rachel mentally noted that it would be four hours back 
and forth, minimum. Already she regretted taking the 
Discreet Assignment. If she collected only the 
Attendance Fee, it was really not worth the time and 
effort. 

As the minutes dragged on, she noted that they were 
making their way towards the secluded, outskirts of 
town. After an hour, the Limo had left the major 
expressway and slipped onto a smaller road leading 
towards a heavily forested area. 

Rachel: "The client certainly stays in a very remote 
area." 

Ben: "Oh yes, many of the rich and famous do. Don't 
worry, this is quite usual for the wealthy. They 
cherish their privacy and want to be as far away from 
public eyes as possible. Most of these places are not 
even listed on the map to discourage pesky journalists 
and the press." 

On and on they drove. The Limo left the small road and 
slipped onto a dirt track. She noticed they were 
driving up a small hill. Dense forest surrounded them 
on either sides and it was pitch black outside. Only 
the powerful headlights of the car cut through the wall 
of darkness like a knife through butter. After what 
seemed like an eternity, Ben broke the silence: "Wake 
up sleeping beauty, we should be there in 5 minutes." 

She expected to see an immense estate. Instead, what 
greeted her was reminiscent of a gothic scene from Bram 
Stroker's "Count Dracula." The Limo pulled up to 
immense spiked gates which marked the entrance to the 
estate. These appeared to open automatically and an 
ancient castle sprang into view. 

Chapter 5: Moriarty's Obligatory Cocktails 

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 please?" 

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 a few 
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 breathtakingly 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. 

-- Scene Shift To Dungeon Below -- 

Chapter 6: Nightmare Creatures 

It seemed an eternity before Rachel felt the table come 
to a halt. Through the thick veil of darkness that 
engulfed her, her heightened senses indicated she was 
not alone. Her ears detected faint movement in the 
distance. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch dark 
environment, her nostril detected the foul stench of 
death and decay. Slowly she was able to make sense of 
the shapes and shadows in the darkness. 

She realized that she now lay in the center of a 
circular dungeon which was surrounded by 4-5 heavy oak 
doors. Several CCTV cameras were positioned on various 
corners of the room, no doubt relaying images back to 
Moriarty's lab above. Moriarty's voice pierced through 
the darkness; "Ahh Rachel, the time has come to 
introduce you to some of my creations, you should be 
honoured that you are part of this historical event." 

Rachel: "You are mad, what are you raving about you 
lunatic." 

Moriarty laughed: "The divide between sheer brilliance 
and utter lunacy is a very thin one Rachel. Tonight we 
will bring together elements from two different worlds 
and species which will produce a new supreme line of 
evolution. Now the moment has come." 

Rachel heard a slight click as Moriarty depressed a 
button, and she could see one of the heavy oak doors 
swinging slowly open. Almost immediately it released a 
foul odour, giving a hint of what would emerge from its 
unholy depths. Still immobilized by Moriarty's 
cocktail, she could only peer anxiously into its dark 
interior but she was not able to make out any shape 
immediately. 

Something inhuman stirred within and she heard what 
sounded like a heavy body slowly and ponderously being 
dragged across the floor. It did not sound human, or 
even alive and her heart was in her mouth as mortal 
terror engulfed her. 

Then she caught her first glimpse of the macabre 
horror. It's face emerged slowly from the darkness, and 
Rachel let loose an ear piercing scream. It had the 
shrunken head of a man, with a few strands of hair on 
its withered emancipated skin, but the rest of it 
defied description. The thing had no neck, its head was 
joined immediately to a thick slug like torso. As it 
finally came within full visual range, she could see 
that it resembled a huge pink slug, slowly pushing 
itself painfully along the floor with two human hands.

Moriarty's voice crackled form the overhead intercom: 
"Ahh I see you have met my first creation, Igor. He is 
the result of splicing and recombining genes and DNA of 
the common slug with human DNA. Most of Igor's anatomy 
is that of the common slug. But his mind and cognitive 
skills are those of a 7 year old boy, and like any 
human boy he also likes sweet things, which is why he 
is making a bee line for you my sweet." 

Rachel called out desperately: "Please what is it you 
want, I will do anything but please stop whatever it is 
you are doing please." She begged. 

Moriarty laughed again: "Well my dear its not that 
simple. Igor is now almost 5 years old, and he is 
sexually mature, for a slug at least. But I need to 
find out how he reproduces. Of cause he cannot mate 
with another slug, that's physically impossible given 
his massive size human side, and it is not surprising 
at all that he is attracted to homosapien females. 
Which also confirms my theory that sexual procreation 
is at least 50% mental in nature. Igor likes watching 
the TV, especially the Playboy channels, but off late 
he has became very sexually frustrated, and that's 
where you come in tonight my sweet." 

Igor had now made its way to the edge of the table and 
Rachel could feel the table shake as it proceeded to 
hoist its immense bulk up on to the ledge. As it 
emerged over the edge of the table, and drew level with 
her, she finally saw the creature in its entirety up 
close. Igor was even more repulsive. 

She could feel the putrid stench of its breath as it 
moved still closer to her helpless form. But all Rachel 
could do was to turn her face away in disgust. The rest 
of her body still lay paralyzed and dormant, under the 
influence of Moriarty's drug. 

Instinctively, Igor wondered from her face, its flared 
nostrils and fork like serpent's tongue quickly 
detected Rachel's musky fragrance and it slithered over 
to her exposed right arm-pit, where much of her scent 
glands were concentrated. The fine wet tongue flicked 
across Rachel's sensitive cleft as Igor's webbed 
fingers grasped her breasts and nipples. Its movement 
was slow and ponderous, and Rachel realized Igor was 
cold blooded like a reptile. 

Moriarty's voice filtered over the intercom: "So my 
dear you have met Igor, but as it is cold blooded, I 
have to raise the humidity levels and ambient 
temperature of the room to above 36 degrees to er... 
start its juices flowing. So don't get alarmed when 
things get a lot warmer." He laughed. 

Almost immediately she could feel the air around her 
growing warmer. Igor had now moved slowly down her 
right side and started tracing the gentle contours of 
her breast with its cold wet tongue. It was a long thin 
flexible appendage and it soon found the tip of her 
breast and coiled itself around her unresponsive right 
nipple. Rachel shut her eyes tightly as she felt the 
cold wet slimy touch of the creature against her bare 
skin as it moved over stomach to seek out her left 
breast. 

Moriarty suddenly appeared beside her with a syringe in 
hand. With her eyes shut, she had neither seen nor 
heard his approach. He smiled malevolently at her: "You 
don't seem to be having a good time Rachel. Given a 
chance, Igor can be an infinitely better lover than a 
conventional human being. Well, here's something to 
also "kick start" your juices again." 

Rachel: "No, please, you have already pumped me full of 
drugs, no more please." 

But he ignored her pleas as he applied the needle to 
her unresisting arm. She grimaced as she felt the 
painful sting of the needle. After long seconds he 
withdrew the syringe, and droplets of blood formed on 
the small punctured wound. "Igor can clean that up, I 
have just given you an aphrodisiac, it will increase 
your sense organs ten fold, you will have quite a blast 
I assure you." 

Almost immediately, Rachel could feel her pulse rate 
accelerate. Every pore on her skin seemed to come alive 
and her body temperature also rose. Moriarty chuckled 
in triumph as he saw Rachel's previously unresponsive 
left nipple becoming partially erect as Igor's forked 
tongue coiled itself around the now sensitive nub and 
lashed again and again at the tip. In short seconds, 
the nipple had grown to full erection. 

With her accelerated pulse and metabolic rate, Rachel's 
body temperature climbed and fine beads of perspiration 
appeared on her skin as her sweat glands became active. 
The cocktail of drugs also affected her ability to 
focus and concentrate and lowered her mental 
resistance. 

Moriarty's voice drifted into her hazy mind again: 
"Well Rachel its time to introduce you to the rest of 
the "family," they are all very eager to meet you." 

She sensed rather then heard more dungeon doors sliding 
open, and the scampering of inhuman feet and claws. A 
huge ape like creature took its place on her right side 
and started lapping at her right breast and nipple with 
its warm wet tongue. She cursed as she felt a bolt of 
electricity shooting through her as the nipple was 
coaxed unwillingly to full erection. 

Webbed fingers and claws parted her flaccid legs, and 
more eager wet tongues traced the sensitive inner soles 
of her ankles, moving slowly to the most intimate 
region between her legs. Rachel again tried to will her 
legs shut, but paralyzed by Moriarty's cocktail, they 
remained wide open rendering her totally vulnerable to 
the assault by the demons. 

She flinched sharply as she felt a thin forked tongue 
make contact with the entrance of her vagina, and 
realized that Igor had repositioned its misshapen head 
between her legs, while another insect like creature 
(like a giant fly) had taken its place by her left side 
and fastened its long beak around her left nipple. 

Rachel's mind was in a state of chaos, under the 
numbing influence of the aphrodisiac, she felt warm wet 
tongues, claws and hands everywhere on her body, 
prodding and exploring her most intimate places, slowly 
teasing her unwilling body into a state of sexual 
frenzy. 

They took their time to explore every nook and cranny 
of her body, teasing and prodding her, lingering in her 
most sensitive and intimate regions, and she was at 
their complete mercy. She inhaled sharply as Igor's 
roaming tongue finally found her clitoris. It quickly 
coiled itself around the small sensitive nub, teasing 
it mercilessly again and again. Rachel felt a warm 
urgent wetness between her legs as her body succumbs 
inevitably to the combined assault which totally 
overwhelmed her senses. 

For a second time this evening a delicious warmth 
engulfed her body. But this time, the need for release 
was a hundred times more urgent. She cried out in 
frustration as the fork like tongue continued its 
merciless assault on her quivering clitoris. The 
sensitive organ was already fully erect, but Igor's 
tongue was far more flexible and dexterous then any 
human tongue and it was able to tease the quivering nub 
into a state of heightened sexual frenzy, as it coiled 
itself in an even more intimate embrace around Rachel's 
clitoris. 

Moriarty took hold of the scene from the vantage of his 
CCTV. It was like a massive orgy scene from the very 
depths of hell. Rachel's supple form was now buried 
beneath 4 of his devilish creations who were in a 
feeding frenzy. Only her head was visible as she turned 
it from side to side under silent protest. 

He checked to ensure that the entire scene was recorded 
on tape. That was the deal he had with Madame Tussard. 
And he had to admit it really worked out very well. 
Except that he could not guarantee if the sanity of the 
subject would be compromised after this assignment. 

Another nameless faceless lizard like aberration joined 
Igor caressing Rachel's left inner thighs with clammy 
webbed fingers. She detected the Lizard's pungent odor 
and moaned as it's forked tongue found her engorged 
clitoris. Its touch was a thousand times more intimate 
then a human tongue, as if penetrating her every pore, 
caressing her nerve endings with microscopic fingers. 
The sweet torment was overwhelming her and she felt and 
will and resistance crumbling fast under its 
provocative seduction. 

"Please don't tease me down there, you are driving me 
crazy!!! Oh god!" she pleaded. But her pleas fell on 
deaf ears. 

A slow narcotic desire seeped through her reluctant 
flesh as another forked tongue wound around her thigh. 
The Lizard sent questing fingers to explore the folds 
of her labia. Igor moved slightly to the side, allowing 
the Lizard to join it. Rachel shuddered as this new 
tormentor lashed out at her clitoris. Both forked 
tongues entered into an elaborate sensual dance with 
her small engorged nub, teasing it mercilessly as 
others explored her anus. 

Like tendrils they caressed her clit, tentatively at 
first, then bolder, undulating with an unflinching 
rhythm that soon had her shuddering helplessly on the 
edge of orgasm. Other tendrils wormed their way up her 
vagina, swelling to fill her while another slid into 
her anus. Unconsciously, she bucked her hips straining 
against invisible ropes and the slick sanguineous 
embrace. 

Rachel was barely conscious now as her feverish body 
had a will of its own, responding to an overwhelming 
intense need for sexual release that over-rode all 
else. But there was no end in sight as the nightmarish 
creatures around her stoked the smoldering flames 
within her, feeding her hunger, slowly unleashing a 
primordial lust that had lain dormant within her 
genetic matrix for hundreds of years, buried under 
centuries of evolution. 

Her pupils were dilated as her system was on the verge 
of nervous shock, kept on only by the cocktail of drugs 
Moriarty had pumped into her. In her sexual frenzy, her 
fists were clenched and her body was covered in a fine 
sheen of sweat and perspiration as the intense waves 
that engulfed her rose to higher and higher heights. 

Suddenly she shuddered violently as the Lizard extended 
it fine tail into the moist and dewy entrance of her 
vagina. The final invasion was too much for Rachel and 
tipped her over the edge of the immense orgasm. Her 
body tensed convulsively, her back arching off the 
table as the massive release overwhelmed her. With his 
tongue buried deep within Rachel, Igor could taste her 
musky wetness and feel the violent spasms as her vagina 
contracted again and again. 

Rachel had expected a quick release, but she realized 
with a shock that this was no ordinary orgasm. Each 
wave of pleasure was immediately replaced by another 
wave of higher magnitude and intensity, with no end in 
sight. Her body was racked by one convulsive spasm 
after another, sending her into an endless spiral into 
the sexual abyss. 

After long minutes, she was on the verge of losing 
consciousness when she the final orgasmic wave took 
hold. It eclipsed all her previous orgasms in intensity 
and magnitude sending a massive surge of electricity 
through her. Her body bucked violently as every muscle 
in her body was gripped in spasms and Rachel screamed 
in rapture. 

The contractions in her vagina were so intense, it felt 
like her entire vagina was turning itself inside-out. 
Igor watched in fascination as the delicate pink, petal 
like lips of her vagina opened and closed on their own, 
like the mouth of fish starved of air, ejaculating a 
clear liquid from within. Eagerly it covered Rachel's 
vagina with its mouth and lapped up the love syrup. 

The incredible orgasms had lasted almost 20 minutes, as 
her sweat slick body finally settled back on the table 
top, in blissful oblivion. But Rachel had no time to 
rest as Igor now clambered on-top of her inert form. 
From between his shriveled legs sprang a massive 
phallus almost 12 inches long. It was throbbing 
obscenely with its tip capped with a clear drop of 
semen as he mounted her. 

Her last ordeal had totally drained her and she felt 
empty and exhausted. But they would give her no 
respite. She moaned as her swollen vagina stretched to 
accommodate the massive organ. "No, not again, oh my 
god.." she protested weakly. 

Moriarty's nightmarish creations were not done with her 
yet, it was only the beginning. Her series of massive 
orgasms had also released her female pheromones which 
were now detected by Moriarty's creations. It was like 
an aphrodisiac for them and they became more agitated 
and violent. 

Because of Igor's sheer bulk, she could only satisfy 
one demon at a time. The other 4-5 creatures grew 
restless and returned to feasting on her sweat slick 
body. This time however they wanted more. The Ape had 
detected the small wound caused by Moriarty's syringe 
and lapped at the mixture of sweat and blood from the 
small opening. It triggered a blood lust in the Ape's 
primitive senses which added to its mounting sexual 
urge. 

The Ape moved down Rachel's sweat slick body, savouring 
her musky fragrance, before settling again on her right 
breast. Not content any more with merely running its 
tongue against the smooth contours of her breast, it 
bit down savagely on the still erect nipple. 

The sudden intense pain jolted Rachel back to full 
consciousness as she let loose an ear piercing scream, 
which only served to encourage the other participants. 
The Lizard clambered onto her left breast and bit down 
savagely on to the tender nipple. Rivulets of blood 
trickled from her tormented nipples, but neither 
creatures released their hold over her tortured 
nipples, sucking noisily on the open wounds and 
hungrily taking in the rivulets of blood that trailed 
from her tortured tip. 

The agony from her nipples were replaced soon by a 
searing new pain as Igor painfully forced the entire 
massive phallus into her small vagina, filling her to 
the hilt. She felt a ripping pain as Igor managed to 
shove the entire phallus into the small opening. The 
massive slug like creature closed its beady eyes as it 
savoured the warm wet embrace of Rachel's vagina around 
its massive deformed phallus. 

Reacting purely on instinct, its primitive brain sent 
signals to its muscles and Igor began to move slowly 
back and forth, in a slow pumping rhythm. Each thrust 
was accompanied by a searing pain as the massive organ 
stretched the sensitive walls of her vagina beyond its 
limits. After several pumps, Igor found the entry 
easier as Rachel's vagina was still slick and well 
lubricated from her recent orgasms. The slug moved 
forward, slamming its full massive weight between her 
legs as it increased the pace and tempo of the 
coupling. 

There was silence now the room was filled only by the 
obscene sounds of feasting and grunts, and the wet 
slapping sounds as Rachel's body shook like a rag doll 
from the massive thrust of the slug, held in place only 
by the Lizard and the Ape which were still sucking on 
her tormented nipples. 

In her pain filled world, she drifted slowly in and out 
of consciousness as the coupling went on and on. Then 
suddenly, she a felt the now familiar urgent need again 
building deep within her. She cried out hopelessly as 
she willed her body to quell the inner stirrings within 
her loins. She had already been betrayed twice this 
evening by her unresponsive body and she did not want a 
third defeat to follow, especially in the hands of 
these deformed freaks of nature. 

The increased tempo of the coupling only served to 
excite Igor further. Incredibly, its massive organ 
began to expand further. This time however the 
increased pain only fanned the flames within Rachel, 
blurring the threshold between pain and sheer pleasure. 
Each jolt of pain was accompanied by a rising urgency 
which signaled the first tell tale signs of another 
approaching orgasm. "Damn, damn, damn!" She mentally 
cursed her unresponsive body as tears of frustration 
and humiliation flooded her eyes. 

But Rachel also noticed Igor's laboured breaths, which 
came in great gulps. The massive slug could not keep up 
the assertion, it had been engaged in the coupling for 
almost an hour now and was fast running out of 
reserves. Perhaps there was hope that it would spend 
itself before she reached another orgasm. 

Rachel's prayers appeared to be answered as she felt 
the blob above her suddenly tense. It lifted its 
deformed head high, opening its jaws in a silent scream 
as it gave a final massive thrust of its phallus, 
driving it deep into Rachel's vagina. Almost 
immediately, she could feel the powerful jets of sperm 
as the huge phallus emptied its liquid contents deep 
within her. The milky white sperm mixed with her own 
vagina juices and trickled down her vagina walls as 
Igor withdrew its now shriveled phallus, with a wet 
plop, from within her. 

But her joy was short-lived. With a swipe of its 
massive arms, the Ape shoved the flaccid body of the 
slug aside and eagerly took position between her legs. 
Rachel's heart sank as its huge penis sprang into view. 
Unlike Igor's tool, the Ape's phallus was covered in 
ridges, and it measured 12 inches in length. 

Without hesitation he inserted the massive pennies into 
Rachel's still wet vagina. The sudden entry squeezed 
excess sperm out from the sides as the huge penis 
filled her to the hilt again. Seizing hold of her sweat 
slick buttons, the ape began to pump into her like a 
pneumatic drill. Rachel was aware of the ridges of its 
penis as it made contact with the sensitive walls of 
her vagina, tickling it, and coaxing her tired insides 
into a state of arousal again. 

And so the coupling went on for another hour before the 
huge ape let loose an earth shattering cry and released 
its load of semen deep within her. She could feel the 
warm powerful jets of semen shooting deep into her, 
mixing with Igor's sperm and her own vagina secretions. 

There was no respite for her as the Ape was replaced by 
the Lizard, who was in a foul mood, having waited 2 
hours for its turn. Rachel was only half conscious when 
it mounted her. Its penis was perhaps only 9-10 inches 
in length and not as huge as the Igor's or the Ape's. 
But the Lizard was not content with just a usual 
coupling. It lifted Rachel's bruised and battered body, 
re-positioning it to expose her anus, and with a casual 
twist of its long tail, he drove tip of the tail deep 
into her anus. 

Rachel was taken by complete surprise, she could feel 
the tail rubbing with the penis through the walls of 
her anus and vagina as the Lizard proceeded to pound 
her mercilessly with both organs. 

The metallic surface of the immense table was now 
slippery with a mixture of sweat, semen and blood, and 
the Lizard was having difficulty keeping her sweat 
slick body in place as it slid back and forth over the 
table. But the Fly was patiently waiting its turn and 
held her torso in place. 

By now, what had started as a small flame within 
Rachel, had now become a raging inferno threatening 
again to overwhelm and consume her. Her body was tired 
and spent, and she knew she could not last another hour 
before the fever within her engulfed her again. 

Maintaining a firm grip on her torso, the Lizard bent 
its long neck towards her sperm covered vagina and 
extended its long, thin, forked tongue once again. The 
tongue made a bee-line for Rachel's distended clitoris 
and wrapped itself once again in a close embrace around 
the tender nub. 

Rachel cried out in despair as she recognized what it 
was doing. As its tail and penis penetrated her again 
and again, stimulating the walls of her vagina and 
anus, its forked tongue lashed repeatedly at her 
clitoris, teasing it mercilessly to full erection as 
the tiny nub filled again with blood. Unable to control 
the raging torrents within, Rachel gave-in to the 
delicious, familiar warmth that again engulfed her. 

The Lizard increased the tempo as it detected increased 
wetness in her vagina, signaling Rachel's arousal. And 
then it happened again for what seemed like countless 
times this evening, her tormentor was able to conquer 
her will, coaxing her resisting, exhausted body to 
achieve sexual climax. 

But while her previous orgasms were achieved under 
clitoral simulation, the intensity and length of her 
latest rapture was magnified by the Lizard's 
simultaneous assault on her vagina, anus and clitoris. 
Unable to contain the extended inhuman copulation, 
Rachel's body was wracked in painful contortions as the 
intense waves of pleasure radiated from her loins and 
quickly cascaded over the rest of her, sending every 
muscle in her body into convulsive spasms. 

Rachel's back arched off the table, thrusting her erect 
nipples outward and upwards in reckless abandonment as 
her eyes rolled back into her head. So intense was the 
pleasure it seemed almost painful. Unable to endure and 
contain the rapture, her face contorted with mouth open 
in a silent passionate scream as her feverish body was 
totally consumed by the fire from within. 

The Lizard timed the moment to perfection as it gave a 
final thrust of its penis into Rachel, grunting as it 
felt the intimate embrace of her vagina walls milking 
its organ. In its final moments, it released strong 
jets of sperm, adding to the already copious amounts of 
ape and slug semen deposited in Rachel's vagina by Igor 
and the Ape. Intoxicated with pain and pleasure, she 
hardly noticed it as the Lizard emptied its semen into 
her, shooting jet after jet of liquid semen in a never 
ending stream into her. 

After what seemed an eternity, it finally emptied its 
contents and withdrew its member with a wet plop from 
Rachel's cum soaked vagina. Excess semen was leaking 
liberally from the puckered lips of her tortured hole 
as it quivered from the final throes of the final 
orgasm. But Rachel had long since lost consciousness. 
The last orgasm had been so intense that it had simply 
overwhelmed her senses, sending her into a state of 
shock and blissful oblivion. 

It was just as well for her as the Fly eagerly took up 
its mating position over her unconscious inert form. 
Unlike the others, it did not require a conscious host. 

Chapter 7; Birth of a New Species. 

Moriarty clapped his hands in glee as the video camera 
continued to record the macabre hellish scene below. 
The CCTV now showed the Fly hoisting Rachel's 
unconscious body and carrying her back into its dark 
reclusive cell. Madame Tussard would pay a king's 
ransom for this take he thought as casually pushed 
another button which switched the view to the dark 
gruesome interior of the Fly's cell. The Fly would 
probably cocoon her and take its turn with her in a 
slow, lingering ritualistic courtship which may last 
several days. 

And of cause after that Moriarty would also eagerly 
wait for Rachel to bear the fruits of her labour, with 
much anticipation. By then, she would have mated with 
all of his creations, and he was certain that at least 
one (if not more) of his children would prove to be 
genetically compatible with her human DNA, seeing the 
birth of a new superior bloodline and species. 

-THE END- 

Contact: Mellaniehewlitt@hotmail.com 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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