gns.thegraveyardvultures-第16部分

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　　Stark　naked　he　lay　there　on　the　couch；　a　prize　specimen　at　a　canine　show　letting　the　judge　give　it　the　once　over。
　　
　　'Circumcised；　I　see。'
　　
　　'Yes；'　he　had　to　struggle　to　find　a　plausible　explanation；　one　that　sounded　logical；　'my　。　。　。　mother　was　half　Jewish。　She　insisted。'
　　
　　'Liar！'　Those　eyes　flashed　angrily　but　only　for　a　moment　and　then　they　were　laughing　again。　'You've　had　it　done　in　recent　years。　A　lot　of　exorcists　and　those　who　dabble　in　occult　matters　get　themselves　circumcised　in　case　they　should　carry　some　impurity　underneath　the　foreskin　into　their　protective　pentagram。　I'm　right；　aren't　I？'
　　
　　He　nodded；　bit　his　lower　lip　like　an　erring　schoolboy　caught　out　by　a　sharp…eyed　headmaster。　'Yes。　I　had　it　done　about　a　couple　of　years　ago。'
　　
　　Miranda　was　on　her　knees；　toying　with　the　scar；　staring　up　into　his　pleasure…contorted　face。　'And　I'll　also　say　you　haven't　had　a　woman　for　quite　some　time。'
　　
　　'Right　。　。　。　again。'　He'd　confess　to　anything　just　to　have　her　doing　these　kind　of　things　to　him。　And　more；　a　lot　more！　He　lay　watching　her；　a　hypnotised　rabbit　letting　a　stoat　play　with　it；　body　shuddering　with　emotion。　Everything　she　did　was　perfection；　the　pouting　lips　that　kissed　and　sucked；　the　tantalising　flicking　tongue；　the　way　her　sensuous　fingertips　came　into　it；　too。　At　one　stage　he　thought　he　was　going　to　ejaculate　and　tried　to　will　the　orgasm；　a　few　seconds　of　the　ultimate　in　pleasure　and　then　maybe　the　spell　would　be　broken。　Miranda　seemed　to　read　his　thoughts　and　smilingly　did　something　with　her　fingers　which　checked　it　immediately；　held　it　intoxicatingly　suspended　and　had　his　heart　speeding　up。　God；　it　was　wonderful；　he　didn't　give　a　damn　for　anything　else。　Not　even　Royston；　he　didn't　matter　any　more。
　　
　　'Tell　me；　Mark；'　a　quizzically　schoolgirlish　expression　on　her　freckled　features；　'just　suppose　/　wasn't　around？　I　mean；　suppose　you'd　woken　up　in　the　middle　of　the　night　dreaming　that　I　was　doing　all　this　to　you　and　you　found　that　I　wasn't　really　there　at　all。　You'd　have　to　do　something；　wouldn't　you？　Go　on；　show　me　what　you'd　do　because　I've　never　seen　anything　like　that　and　I'm　simply　dying　to。'
　　
　　Oh　Jesus　Christ；　you've　just　gotta　be　dreaming　all　this。　In　which　case　you'll　have　to　do　something　or　you'll　go　insane。　Go　on；　do　it　and　let　her　watch　　That　sounded　like　Quentin's　voice。　To　hell　with　him　if　it　was；　I'm　going　to　do　it；　anyway；　whether　Miranda's　really　here　or　1　'm　dreaming　it。
　　
　　Sabat's　fingers　took　over　where　Miranda's　had　been　caressing　him　only　a　few　seconds　ago。　The　room　seemed　to　have　gone　darker；　he　could　barely　see　her；　just　the　whiteness　of　sensuous　flesh　and　that　dark　'V　of　a　giveaway。　And　her　eyes；　of　course；　glowing　greenish　like　a　cat's；　watching　his　every　movement　with　obvious　lust。　He　was　shuddering；　groaning　his　delight　aloud；　bucking　and　writhing。　I'm　going　right　over　the　top　this　time；　sweetheart；　and　I　don't　care　if　I　don't　e　back。
　　
　　Totally　helpless　as　he　was；　his　sexual　desire　was　dominant　in　every　part　of　his　being　。　。　。　except　onel　The　built…in　watchdog；　his　super…sensitive　power　that　had　saved　his　life　on　several　occasions　was　still　switched　on；　a　human　radar　that　picked　up　danger　and　transmitted　it　instantly　to　his　brain；　a　mind…blowing　electric　shock　that　powered　him　out　of　this　pleasurable　sex　haze。　Fingers　still　clutching　himself；　still　working　furiously；　he　rolled　to　one　side。　Just　in　time！
　　
　　The　dimmed　table　lamp　glinted　on　a　sliver　of　steel；　a　rush　of　air　and　Sabat　heard　the　wicked　stiletto　blade　bury　itself　in　the　upholstery　only　inches　from　his　neck；　Miranda's　hand　catching　his　face　as　she　struggled　to　tug　the　weapon　free。　But　Sabat　was　too　fast　for　her；　his　fingers　circling　her　wrist；　twisting　it　and　bringing　a　shriek　of　agony　from　her　snarling　lips。　She　struck　at　him　with　her　free　hand；　an　enraged　tigress　determined　to　battle　to　the　death。
　　
　　Together　they　rolled　off　the　couch　on　to　the　floor；　Miranda　uppermost；　trying　to　bury　her　strong　teeth　in　his　throat。　Sabat　pushed　and　turned　his　strong　lithe　body；　knew　he　had　the　strength　to　beat　her　。　。　。　knew　what　he　would　do　to　her！　His　supersenses　screamed　another　warning　…　don't　look　into　her　eyes！
　　
　　Kneeling；　facing　each　other；　the　girl's　wrists　now　twisted　behind　her　back；　her　spine　arched　as　Sabat　increased　the　pressure；　determined　not　to　gaze　into　those　pelling　orbs；　staring　at　her　firm　breasts　instead；　noting　how　the　nipples　stood　right　out。　Looking　lower；　checking　that　her　pubic　hair　was　really　black。
　　
　　'Succubus！'　he　hissed。　'Erzulie　in　a　white　skin！　But　this　time　you've　lost。'
　　
　　A　snarl　came　from　her　throat　and　she　spat　in　his　face。　'Bastard！　You　won't　get　away　with　this。'
　　
　　Sabat　didn't　reply。　He　glanced　down　at　himself　and　knew　he　had　to　take　Miranda　in　the　way　his　body　demanded　before　he　got　down　to　the　real　purpose　of　his　visit。　The　lamp　in　the　corner　seemed　to　have　gone　brighter　now　as　though　the　evil　he　had　encountered　here　had　already　conceded　defeat。　Roughly　he　threw　her　back；　sent　her　sprawling　on　the　carpet；　reminded　himself　once　again　that　he　must　not　look　into　those　eyes　during　what　was　about　to　happen。
　　
　　Like　a　wild　beast　he　sprang；　pinioning　her　arms　at　right　angles；　forcing　her　thighs　apart　with　his　knees。　She　struggled；　kicking　wildly　and　hammering　her　heels　against　his　back　but　it　only　served　to　add　impetus　to　his　thrusts　as　he　took　her。　She　turned　her　head；　closed　her　eyes；　resigned　herself　to　her　fate。　Miranda　or　Erzulie；　she　knew　that　she　had　met　her　match。　After　a　few　minutes　her　snarls　turned　to　low　moans；　little　cries　that　could　almost　have　been　interpreted　as　ecstasy。
　　
　　Sabat　had　pushed　everything　else　from　his　mind；　Sheila　Dowson；　Sylvia　Adams；　and　the　Reverend　Storton；　even　the　attempts　on　his　own　life　and　soul。　All　that　mattered　now　was　that　he　satisfied　himself　to　the　full。
　　
　　Finally　he　leaned　back；　his　lean　muscular　body　glistening　with　sweat。　His　head　sagged　momentarily　as　exhaustion　flooded　over　him　but　it　only　lasted　a　few　seconds。　Then　he　was　reaching　for　his　clothes；　ice…cool　and　in　plete　mand　of　his　every　bodily　and　mental　function。　He　had　got　that　overpowering　urge　out　of　his　system　and　now　it　was　back　to　business。
　　
　　'Well。'　He　looked　into　her　eyes；　saw　that　the　earlier　burning　fire　had　been　replaced　by　something　else；　fear！　'Now　we've　got　that　over　I　guess　we'd　better　have　a　little　chat　about　what　I　really　came　for。'
　　
　　I'll　call　the　police。'　It　was　an　empty　threat；　unconvincing。
　　
　　'Go　ahead；'　he　laughed。　'But　I　guess　the　last　person　you　want　to　see　is　a　policeman。　He　might　ask　even　more　awkward　questions　than　I'm　going　to。'
　　
　　'You　raped　me。　You　could　get　five　years　for　that。'
　　
　　'You　tried　to　kill　me。　You'd　get　ten；　and　if　they　knew　about　your　involvement　with　this　coven　and　your　boyfriend；　Royston；　you　might　just　end　up　getting　life。　You're　no　better　than　Manson　and　his　followers。　Right；　we've　ruled　out　the　law　so　let's　get　down　to　business。'
　　
　　She　did　not　reply；　half…heartedly　picking　up　her　negligee　and　slipping　it　over　her　body。　Sabat　noted　how　she　trembled；　knew　that　she　was　afraid　of　a　lot　of　things；　himself　for　one。
　　
　　'Why　don't　you　just　go/　her　voice　was　a　low　whine。　'Go　now　and　forget　that　we've　ever　met。'
　　
　　I'll　go　when　I've　got　the　answers　to　the　questions　I'm　going　to　ask。　First；　who　is　this　guy　Royston？'
　　
　　'I。。。　don't　know。'
　　
　　That's　a　lie。　You've　had　him　in　your　bed　and　you've　been　out　in　his　car　checking　whether　or　not　I　survived　the　psychic　attack　in　the　churchyard。　He　took　over　the　coven　after　Horace　went　into　a　nuthouse。　So　don't　give　me　that　crap。'
　　
　　'Honest。'　Her　hazel　eyes　were　brimful　of　tears　that　threatened　to　deluge　at　any　second。　'I　don't　know　who　he　is　or　where　he　es　from。　He　was　an　associate　of　Horace's　because　I'd　heard　Horace　mention　him　a　time　or　two　almost　as　though　。。。　as　though　Horace　was　terrified　of　him！　Then　Royston　turned　up；　rented　a　house　in　the　village　that　had　been　vacant　for　years　and　just　sort　of　took　over　running　the　coven。　He　had　a　woman　living　with　him；　I　only　saw　her　once。　A　foreign　looking　girl；　her　skin　was　sort　of　light　chocolate　coloured；　neither　black　nor　white；　kind　of　in…between　if　you　know　what　I　mean。'
　　
　　'West　Indian　probably。'　Sabat's　eyes　narrowed。　'It　figures。'
　　
　　'But　I　never　saw　her　again。　Then　he　began　visiting　me。　At　the　start　I　enjoyed　it　。。。　then　I　began　to　get　very　frightened。'
　　
　　'Why？'
　　
　　'Well；　I　knew　he'd　got　me　lined　up　for　something　pretty　awful。　The　coven　meetings　were　no　longer　a　lark　like　they　were　at　the　start；　things　had　got　。。。　well；　out　of　control。　That　time　they　dug　up　the　Adams　girl　and　then　。。。　it　was　revolting　but　I　never　thought　those　sort　of　things　would　happen。　I　kept　telling　myself　that　it　was　some　sort　of　trick　of　Horace's；　that　he'd　bludgeoned　the　Dowson　girl　to　death　while　everybody　else　was　scared　to　look。　But　soon　after　1　realised　that　there　was　something　to　it；　that　they　were　actually　calling　up　。。。　things　out　of　the　darkness；　bestial　things　that　you　could　hear　and　smell。　。　。　but　you　daren't　look。　God；　I　wanted　to　get　away　from　here　and　I　would　have　done　if　it　hadn't　been　for　Royston。　Jesus；　you've　only　got　to　look　into　his　eyes　and　you　know　that　he　isn't　。　。　。　ordinary！'
　　
　　'But　you　could　show　me　the　house　he　rents。'
　　
　　'I　could　。　。　。　except　that　he　doesn't　live　there　any　more。　He's　gone！　He's　been　gone　since　the　night　after　the　。。。　whatever　it　was　that　went　on　in　the　churchyard。　He　called　for　me　early　that　morning；　said　we'd　got　to　go　and　look；　see　if　you　were　still　around。　Then　we　saw　you　walking　up　the　road。　Oh　Jesus；　you　should　have　heard　him。　He　went　berserk　and　I　thought　he　was　going　to　kill　me。　Said　it　was　all　my　fault　and　if　I　didn't　get　rid　of　you　for　good　then　。。　。　then　the　gods　had　a　way　of　punishing　followers　who　failed　them'
　　
　　'So　he　left　the　house　and　you　haven't　set　eyes　on　him　since。'
　　
　　'No；　but　he　phones。　Just　checking；　telling　me　I've　got　to　get　rid　of　you。　I　get　the　feeling　that　he's　got　me　lined　up　for　some　kind　of　sacrifice　like　Horace　perfor