Lamia (13 page)

Kneeling down in front of Pablo,
I
sucked one of his testicles into my mouth
, rolling it around before exerting pressure with my back teeth.  I slowly bit down harder, ignoring his screams until it ‘popped’ and his body jerk
ed amid the most chilling
screech
I had ever heard.  Alejo also jumped at that point, leaning forward as if to protect himself.  Pablo continued screaming as I ‘popped’ the other one, but then he lost consciousness.

The others returned and I once again reminded them why the men were being punished.  Then I handed them the ends of Cesar’s and Leandro’s fishing lines and had them tug on them until the men were dismembered.  Pablo was going to suffer more than the others, because he was the leader.  When the other two had bled out I took a large pair of scissors and slowly cut off the purple end of his cock.  I waited until he had finished screaming
before I handed the line to the others who dismembered him on the third attempt.

Just then, Mateo returned, glancing at the men on his way past.  ‘You’ve been busy,’ was all he said, as he smiled and went inside.  I caught up with him as he poured a glass of wine.

‘How did the trip go?’ I asked.

He said that w
e should have complete control of Almero’s territory within a month. 
Then he added ‘I’m very pleased with you Lamia.’

I smiled at the mention of my name.  Now that I was established, I could begin to share the leadership.
  I told him that I wanted him to free Lina.  He had me and he shouldn’t have needed anybody else.  He argued that her father still owed him around 9000 Pesos and that if he relented on one person, others might take advantage.
  9000 Pesos wa
s only about $5; £3 in my currency. 
He had just effectively doubled his income, but still he quoted principal.  That was when I came up with the ingenious idea of the Lamia having her freed.  I told him that if the Lamia could change the opinion of the great and powerful Mateo, she must be truly magical; something we could use to our advantage.  It’s one thing to convince the farmers, but something completely different to convince the townspeople.  Mateo had a hand in protection, prostitution
and every other vice in the towns around us.  Having the Lamia release Lina was a good way to introduce the myth into these circles.  Also, I promised him that if he did this for me, I would give him something he’d never forget.  Intrigued, he agreed and he handed me the note, telling one of the servants to leave word at the gate that she was to be allowed out.

I headed straight for Lina’s room and handed her the note.  She immediately dropped to her knees kissing my hand.
  I instructed her on what to say about the Lamia and what not to include about the things she had seen in the house.  I also asked her one last favour before she left; something to which she willingly agreed.”

“So what was the favour?” I asked innocently.

She got up again and stood behind me, bending over so that she could whisper in my ear.

“I convinced Mateo to trust me when he came to my room.  We had a drink followed by some heavy petting.  Then I took of
f
his clothes, sat him in a chair and we continued our petting.  It was at the point that I produced the ropes
,
that he had to trust me.  I told him that to gain trust, first of all he had to give it.  I had just finished tying him to the chair when there was a knock on the door and in walked Lina.  Mateo struggled a bit with the embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position.

Lina dumped her bag in the corner and closed the door.  Then we began to kiss passionately.  The passion was real because we both realised that we would never see each other again. 
I slipped off her top, exposing her small breasts to Mateo.  As our passion became more intense, we climbed naked onto the bed, lips and fingers exciting us both.  Mateo’s cock was stiff and he kept asking us to untie him so that he could join in, but we just carried on, occasionally stretching out a hand to stroke his long member.  This drove him wild and he began to inch his chair closer to the bed.  Lina lay on her back, placing a foot on each arm of the chair to stop him getting any closer.  I lay down beside her fingering and tonguing her little hole while she rubbed o
il into her breasts, right in front of
Mateo.”

Lamia’s hands had begun to wander over my chest as she spoke.  My shirt was unbuttoned and her lips and tongue would occasionally touch my ear.  I was as much of a captive as Mateo had
ever
been!

“Eventually I swung my leg over Lina and we sucked and massaged each other to climax.
  As we lay there panting, I noticed that Mateo was also breathing heavily amid gasps of ‘untie me!’

I helped Lina to get dressed; an intimate act that most men never see and
one
which seemed to excite Mateo.  Just before she left,
Lina
slipped her finger inside me once more and kissed me passionately.  ‘Have fun,’
were
the last words she spoke before closing the door behind h
er and leaving me alone with my struggling captive
.

I did feel a little sorry for him so I crawled across the bed, placed my hands on the arms of hi
s chair and ran my tongue over
his cock, eventually slipping the end in between my lips.  The result was to see him struggle even more to be free.

I grabbed the pot of grease and greased my anus.  Then I lay on my back and put my feet on the
arms of his chair.  I began
fingering both holes
with my thumb and middle finger
while I rubbed oil into my breasts with my other hand
.  I kept asking him which hole he would take me in first.

‘I’m going to bend you over
the end
of the bed and take you in both holes,’ he said.  ‘Now untie me!’

The f
eeling of power was exquisite and
I watched him squirm as I became more
and more
aroused.  Then I stood up and tugged at his bonds, loosening them just enough for him to be able to struggle free.  While he was doing so I bent over the end of the bed and waited.

I had never seen Mateo so passionate.  Every stroke came all the way out as he kept to his promise and used both holes; one for each thrust.  Occasionally it would hurt when he aimed a little off centre, but he soon got into his rhythm and
we both cried out in unison.

We crawled on the bed and I felt his rough hands being smoothed by the oil
on my breasts.  It wasn’t long before we were off again and a full three hours before we both lay there panting.

‘I told you that you didn’t need her,’ I said.

He said that he would have liked both of us together and I promised him that he could with the next one; as long as I could have her first!
  Then we slept.
”

I was now sweating even though the night was cool.  Lamia’s hands seemed to have a magic of their own and as she walked back to her seat, I thought I would risk
touching
my hand against
her thigh, but s
he brushed
it
away.

“You have to earn that right,” she said with a hint of a smile.

She returned to her seat and we both had a long cool drink.
  This was the first hint of things to come and my feelings of passion were building.

“So presumably you terrorised the farming population of both regions, but weren’t you still in the position of having to cover a vast area of land?”

“Did they tell you about the Lamia when you returned to Colombia?” she asked.

“They mentioned some kind of half-snake half-woman vampire who maims and murders people  kills children as well
I
think he said.”

“I see, so you assume that it was all that I did.  You misunderstand how the legend works.  All I had to do was put in an occasional appearance anywhere in the area.  I would pick an area and send out scouts (the mountain men) to be my eyes and ears.  They would check with people they knew in the area and with the general gossip around the villages.  Then I would decide upon a course of action.  For instance, I was told that a couple in a certain village were planning to get married.  The village was in a good growing area and the people grew coca.

We arrived at the farm of the bride’s parents, a week before the wedding.  The family came outside and the
father
immediately threw himself to his knees, kissing my hand.
  I hadn’t met them before but
he knew me from rumour and the description of my wild blond hair and crazy makeup.  The bride-to-be was holding her seven-year-old brother’s hand and there was tension in the air.  I nodded at one of the men and he took the struggling girl inside the house.  I sat on a stump and ordered the child to be brought to me.  There was a short scream from inside the house
and the mother dropped to her knees begging me not to hurt her children.

I pulled the boy onto my lap.  He sat there hardly daring to breathe as I spoke to the mother.  I asked her if she prayed to the Lamia.  Her panicking voice told that she did and that she had done nothing wrong.  I said if that was the case, she had nothing to worry about and
that she should show trust.

Then I opened the boy’s mouth and slipped something inside, telling him to chew on it.  The mother was still on her knees, begging me not to hurt her little boy.  The boy began to chew, but then he stopped and looked up at me.  He chewed a few more times, his huge brown eyes opened wide, his face
split into the biggest grin I had ever seen and he threw his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.”

I realised that I
had been
sitting on the edge of my seat, rigid with fear for that little boy.  I did not want to hear that she had murdered him.  Lamia must have seen my reaction because she spoke the next part slowly, while looking into my eyes.

“That was before I gave him the rest of the bag of candy.  I have never killed a child; that was the Lamia of Greek mythology.”

I was relieved but then I remembered the girl who had been brought into the house.

“You said they had done nothing wrong.  What was the man doing with the girl in the house?”

“The girl was my reason for visiting them.  The man took her into the house, handed her a package and then stood guard outside.  The scream was one of excitement.  When she emerged in a city-style wedding dress (which I had arranged to be liberated from a bridal shop), she squealed again and her parents rushed up to her with hugs and smiles.  The little boy also joined the celebrations but caught hold of my hand, skipping along as we joined the others.  Couples usually married in more traditional dress but an expensive dress from the city would be handed down through many generations.  I handed over a liberated tuxedo before we left.  I heard that people came for miles around to attend the wedding that had been blessed by the Lamia.  Within a few months
they
had
built
a shrine to me.
”

“Didn’t it make you feel good to be doing such a thing for the people?”

Lamia had to think carefully about her answer, even though I thought that it was a simple question.

“Does a bank manager feel good when he gives someone a loan?  Sure he might empathise with the need, enthuse about what the money would do, but he isn’t lending out of a sense of altruism; all he needs to know is what kind of return he’ll get on his investment.  Yes it was good to have a child skipping along on my arm, but it was better that the area would not need to be revisited for a long time.
”

“All right but after you had your revenge on the men who raped...... Maria, couldn’t you have kept control through acts of good rather than acts of violence?”