Erotic Art — The Most Ferocious Pleasure...

Another one from Ruthie's Club. Enjoy!


10/02/06
Teaser:
The greatest pleasure can also be the deadliest poison.


The Most Ferocious Pleasure
by Roman Summers


Cool, conditioned air washed over Danni Harper, and she slowed to a walk as she entered the mall. It was crowded, filled with Saturday afternoon shoppers who were blissfully unaware of the succubus amongst them. Danni was very athletic, but the sprint from the staging area had left her winded. She took a deep breath, smoothed back her chestnut hair, and straightened her leather jacket. She pinched the microphone on her collar.



“Control, I’m at the east entrance.”

A voice crackled from Danni’s earpiece. “Team Echo, be advised that Specialist Harper is joining the hunt.” The hunt team was divided into two squads. One covered the mall’s exits. The other worked inside, to flush the prey out to where their team-mates waited.

“Copy that, control,” said James Pollock, team Echo’s leader.

Danni and the hunt team all wore in plain clothes. Had they arrived in uniform, waving their EM pistols about, the public would have panicked, and the succubus would have slipped the net.

“Harper, take your first right.” The control operator coordinated the team’s movements from a van in the parking lot. A live multi-spectrum satellite video feed overlaid with a variety of maps and blueprints gave him a complete view of the action.

“Copy that.”

A chuckle came through her earpiece. “Nice to have you aboard, Specialist Harper,” James said.

“Cut the chit-chat,” control snapped. “Pollock, Campbell take the next left—you’ll get a visual.”

“Copy that.”

Danni dodged between an elderly couple and a group of teenagers, and took the right. The blue-tinted glasses that she and the hunt team wore converted the electromagnetic emissions of succubi to a visible wavelength. To the blissfully ignorant public, the creature would be just another shopper, but Danni would see her target shrouded in a bright orange halo.

“Visual contact,” James reported.

“Close the distance, but do not engage,” control ordered. “Harper, take the next left and prepare for visual contact.”

Danni rounded the corner and glimpsed a bright orange shape fluttering through the crowd. It ducked out of sight. Danni flicked off the safety on her EM pistol.

“The target is heading north,” control advised them. “Campbell, take the east passage, then your first left. Pollock, hold position and rendezvous with Harper, then follow the target north. You’ll come to a T-junction: take the right.”

“Copy that,” they replied in unison.

Danni joined James with a curt nod. They walked north at an easy stroll, James taking point. They approached the T-junction.

“Campbell, step up your pace and prepare for visual con… No! It’s doubled back! Harper, Pollock, red contact! Red contact!”

“Fuck!” James fumbled for his pistol and a startled family turned to look. The succubus emerged from the T-junction. It had abandoned its human form and was simply a glowing orange ball of light, flitting toward them. James, a few meters ahead of Danni, fell under its influence first. Beams of orange light lanced out, linking James to the succubus. With a strangled cry he dropped his pistol. His legs shook, gave way, and he crumpled to the tiles.

Danni felt the succubus reach for her. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her stomach tightened, her nipples burned. Spears of bright orange light shot toward her. A warm glow grew in her pussy, pulsed around her clit and flooded out to fill her body.

With gritted teeth, Danni drew and fired. Shoppers scattered in every direction and the mall filled with screams. The EM pistol hummed in her hands and the sucker quavered under its beam. It settled to the floor, unconscious, its glow dimming.

“Got it,” Danni reported in a shaky voice. “Bring the containment pod in.”

**

Danni entered the observation room. She had changed into the snug blue uniform of the Protection Directorate, more commonly known as the ‘sucker hunters.’ The PD section commander stood inside, gazing through the one-way mirror into the cell.

Inside, the succubus sat. It was cycling its appearance through a number of celebrities. Marylyn Monroe, James Dean, Elvis Presley—one after another they all sat in the stark white room, tapping their foot.

The commander was tall and thin with salt-and-pepper hair and a horribly gaunt face. His sunken eyes swivelled in Danni’s direction as she entered.

“Hello, Danni.”

“Sir.”

He nodded in the direction of the cell.

“I hear this one nearly got the better of you.”

“Nearly, sir.”

“Got the better of James, certainly. He’ll need months of rehab before he can go back to work.”

“He was taking point, sir.”

“That’s no excuse. It gave you a taste too, yes?”

“Yes, sir.” Danni stared into space, her face burning.

“And I understand you still want to interrogate it.”

“That’s correct, sir.”

“I don’t need to remind you that’s against policy do I, Danni?”

“No, sir.”

“Good, good. I’ll allow it in this instance.” He turned back to the glass, and stared through at the succubus as it morphed from one celebrity to the next. “But after this one, you’re going to see a shrink. Three hours a week. I’ll arrange it all for you.”

“Thank you, sir.” Danni turned and left. She stood for a moment outside the door to the cell and composed herself. She re-tied her hair into its usual neat ponytail, smoothed down her uniform, and checked her EM pistol in its shoulder holster. Her hand shook slightly as she turned the knob.

Danni stepped through the door and found herself.

The succubus had taken her form. Danni stared at a perfect mirror image of herself, right down to the polished buttons of her Directorate uniform and the freckles on her nose. Her heart leapt, but her poker face didn’t break. Without missing a beat, she dropped her folder on the table and took her seat opposite the succubus.