Nogitsune (3 page)

“What do I have to do?”

She extended her arm. “Give me your hand.”

“What are you?” Robert asked once again.

“Vengeance!” She said her eyes began to glow dark blue. ”Power! Anything your heart desires.”

Robert took her hand and she tumbled backward twenty stories off of the ledge while still holding his hand. He screamed violently as they both plummeted to their death. She turned around in the air until she was positioned where she was falling on top of him. Robert looked behind his back and saw the concrete ten feet away. The instant they were about to hit the ground, darkness shrouded them…

****

Illicit and Robert appeared in his mansion in his king-sized bed.

Before the black-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned Robert could say a word, he felt her warm moist lips. While he grunted fervently as she worked her hips back and forth in a cowgirl position with so much force and enthusiasm the entire bed moved back and forth with him biting down on his lower lip as he struggled to hold onto her hips.

He fought with all his might not to succumb to the passion as his eyes rolled back in his head. The sensation was so intense it paralyzed Robert’s entire body. All he could do was lay there as she rode him violently, pure agony from the former sea-fearing Navy captain.

The pleasure was so concentrated that Robert’s mind became clouded. He looked up to the mirrors on his ceiling he could have sworn he saw blackish-gray tails coming from her buttocks. Robert grabbed the cheeks of her ass and felt no fur, but continued to see tails in the mirrors. Robert shrugged it off, blaming his vision on the lines of cocaine he snorted earlier.

Suddenly, Robert’s body trembled and a hot chill encompassed him. As Robert laid there lifeless he glanced at her eyes which glowed a menacing shade of red. She stared directly in his eyes and whispered in his ear, “Awake, my love! Awake!”

King’s Blood
(
王の
血
)

David Hamada awoke gasping for air with his eyes glowing red.

Myoko Hamada quickly sat up and held him. “What’s wrong, baby?” The instant Myoko touched David’s skin his eyes stopped glowing.

“Nothing,” said David as he shook his head.

Without saying a word, David got up, went into the bathroom, and splashed water on his face. This wasn’t the first time he had horrible nightmares, but it was never pleasant. He rubbed his stomach because the uneasy feeling shifted from his head to his stomach, quickly making him nauseous.

The cringing feeling came when he had bad dreams. When he was dealing with both the Monster and Stripper Slasher cases, it fired off salvos into his conscious as it absorbed everything he was doing in his life. After the Stripper Slasher’s demise, the Monster took his place as the premier serial killer and in another round of young girl murders, the nightmares started again.

For the past couple of nights, one of those nightmares was of a crime scene he witnessed months ago in the case of the death of Mia Cheung Lee, a 14-year-old Chinese-Japanese girl who was left raped and brutally murdered.

The state of Mia’s body on that night brought David to tears. Panties pulled down to her ankles, face beaten to the point it was unrecognizable. The handprints upon her neck mixed with the cold stare of death made him sick and curious at the same time. David couldn’t help but stare at the body, and wonder what kind of person could do this to another human being.

It had been the fourth murder in the district in three months leading to the death of Takashi Fukushima, the Stripper Slasher, and all of the detectives in the city were baffled. David had his suspicions, but he wasn’t able to confirm them until the murder of Mia, in which his prime suspect left a condom full of semen next to the girl. When the test came back, the DNA belonged to Daiki Fukai, an up-and-coming gangster known to have an affinity for young girls. 

The police arrested Daiki and in less than two hours, he made bail with the help of several of Inato’s power attorneys.

As Daiki’s walked out of the precinct with a smug grin on his face, he walked up to a disgruntled David Hamada and whispered in his ear in Japanese. “You do know this is never going to trial. I’ll be out raping and killing another girl before the ink dries on your evidence report. Don’t worry! The next pretty lil’ young thing I get, I’m going to dedicate to you, detective.”

David balled up his fist as rage surged through his body. He wanted to choke the life out of Daiki for what he did to that young girl, but he knew it would get him nowhere.

As David thought about how Daiki killed the young girls and how he was able to go free due to the evidence being lost, he lost it and in a fit of rage, put on a suit and left Myoko. She tried to stop him without any success. He drove his new Porsche out of the driveway and headed to the one place he knew his bad demons would not matter: the bright lights of East Shinjuku.

****

David landed in a spot called
Night Nurses
, a sophisticated strip club with a hospital-like mystique. Most the strippers dressed like nurses, but other than that, it played itself like an American-style strip club with a Japanese setting. David kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, mostly the yakuza thugs that frequented the place.

David drank his Asahi beer when some thugs entered with a rowdy machismo as they always did walking Shinjuku alleys. Before he could recognize any of the men, a short, Japanese stripper named Neige took his hand. Without asking for a dance, she took him to their V.I.P section for a private dance. The stripper let the V.I.P guard know and both entered quickly through the black curtains. She pushed David down on a soft seat, and upon the start of the next song, she got into her groove.

“Neige, what are you doing?” he asked.

Neige smiled and pinched her fingers into his shirt and whispered in his ear. “You know the price of information for me is a dance.”

Neige gently bit the top of David’s earlobe. It took less than a second before David pushed her back. More than anything, Neige was making David uncomfortable.

Neige undid her bra and rolled her panties up her thigh and got on David’s lap facing him. “Now the question I have for you is what are you doing here? Are you trying to get killed? Cops are banned from the Kabukichō after hours. It’s Inato law!”

David took a huge gulp and looked directly in Neige’s eyes to keep from looking elsewhere. “I need some information on Daiki.”

“So I’m right,” Neige responded. “You are trying to get killed?”

Neige turned around, looked out of the V.I.P., and saw the bodyguard with one of Inato’s guards pointing.

“Kiss me.”

David looked at Neige awkwardly.

“If you want to leave here tonight alive, I suggest you play along,” said Neige.

David obeyed, landing a passionate kiss on her small but luscious lips. Neige continued to rock his body gracefully. Without warning, Neige grabbed David’s hand and placed it on her waist as she throttled him to a steady motion.

David opened his eyes and they began to glow red as if something else took control. David struggled to fight it, but the urge was too much to contain. Whatever had taken control of him had absolute power.

David gripped Neige’s ass in the palm of his hands and began to kiss her more passionately.

He caressed her body as if the feel of her skin were something new to him. He was so inebriated by the sensation that he didn’t hear the door to the V.I.P open. Or did he bother to notice the stripper and her customer sitting on a couch to the side of him. It wasn’t until the stripper began to moan out a name that David looked up and saw the stripper on her back holding Daiki’s head between her legs as he ate her out.

“Daiki!” the stripper whispered.

David’s eyes glowed as he slipped his pistol out of his pocket. David pointed his gun to the side of Daiki’s head and imagined the hole he wanted to put through it.

All David could see was the image of Mia’s young body raped and beaten with the used condom lying on her face like a calling card. David decided this piece of shit would be in hell tonight.

With his gun aimed at Daiki, David slipped his thumb up, taking the safety off and then prepared to fire. His finger caressed the trigger as if he were gently fingering a clit. Suddenly, David’s hands began to tremble and an image of Myoko smiling came to his mind. David’s eyes stopped glowing and he immediately put the gun up and pushed Neige off him as he ran out of the club.

When he got back to his Porsche, his hands were shaking even more violently. When he thought about what he had almost done, he burst into tears and began punching the dashboard. David was not only a good cop, but also a good man. He wanted to kill Daiki with every ounce of fiber in his being, but his moral compass wouldn’t allow it.

David faced this conundrum daily. Being a good cop in a country with one of the safest law systems in the world, but with one of the quietest, slickest and craftiest criminal underworld elements, he knew the chief was behind the evidence being lost. It wasn’t the first time evidence for someone in the Inato organization turned up mysteriously missing. Mr. Inato had the mayor, along with several mainland police captains in his pocket. There was nothing that he could do about it.

Still, this didn’t stop him from wishing he’d pulled the trigger to get some type of justice for Mia.

****

Daiki Fukai got up off his knees and wiped his mouth. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Without saying a word, the stripper grabbed it and began stroking and sucking it. Suddenly, a click from Daiki’s pearl-handled nine millimeter went off. When the stripper looked up, Daiki was holding his gun to her head.

“Let’s play a game,” said Daiki. “The game is either you get me hard and make me cum, or I kill you.”

As Daiki pulled back the hammer, the stripper began giving him fellatio crazily. Daiki just stood there trying to get hard, but it was no use. All his years of coke snorting and ecstasy popping mixed with all of his hardcore, sadistic sexual fetishes had brought on a severe case of impotency. In order for Daiki to get his thrills, he had to indulge in his fantasies and fetishes to the extreme.

This was where his affinity for young girls emerged. The sicker the fantasy, the harder he’d get.

After minutes of the stripper’s passionate fellatio, Daiki pushed her off him and pulled his gun on her.

“What did I tell you? Either get me hard and make me cum or I kill you?”

Before the girl could let out a whelp, another stripper walked seductively out of the shadows in nothing but some black Christian Louboutin wearing a black see-through thong.

Startled, Daiki turned around and pointed his gun at her face. “Who the fuck?”

The woman known as Illicit stared Daiki directly in the eyes and smiled flirtatiously. Without a shred of fear, she grabbed Daiki’s hand and lowered it. Daiki gasped as a tingle shot from his hand to his lower extremities and he began to get aroused.

“Don’t you think it’s a little bit unfair that you’re going to kill this girl because she’s unable to make you cum?” Illicit asked. “Maybe she just doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing. There’s an art to fellatio. It takes more than wrapping your mouth around a stiff piece of meat and just bobbing your head up and down.”

Illicit licked her lips and slowly rolled her tongue around in her mouth to tease Daiki. “They say a woman who’s well versed with her tongue is able to paralyze a man in the most intense sensations of pleasure and bring him to the edge of death as he climaxes. I have even seen women so experienced and trained in the art that they are able to make a man lose control of his bodily functions and shit on himself.”

As Illicit stood there with her hair draping down and covering his breast, Daiki couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was so intimidated by her beauty that he stood in almost a trance-like state for an entire minute.

“Who are you?” asked Daiki.

Illicit grabbed Daiki’s hand and sucked on his finger. Daiki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another sensation shot through Daiki and he immediately got a full erection.

Before Daiki could do or say anything, Illicit rubbed his chest down to his crouch and then French kissed him, seductively sticking her tongue in his mouth and gently biting on his lower lip.

Illicit bit on Daiki’s earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to me to bring you to the edge of death?”

Daiki took another gulp and nodded.

Illicit didn’t say a word. She moved her eyes toward the woman giving Daiki the signal for some privacy.

Daiki looked at the stripper and immediately pointed his gun at her. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND TELL EVERYONE I’M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!”

As the stripper scurried to gather her clothes and ran out of the V.I.P., Daiki turned to Illicit, who had vanished.

Suddenly, the light on the center stage came on as “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd began playing. As soon as the beat dropped, Illicit started walking seductively to the pole.

Daiki smiled and sat down on one of the sofas in the
Night Nurses
’ main area and waited to be enticed.

Illicit grabbed the pole and strutted around it provocatively. With every move Illicit made, she kept looking Daiki directly in the eyes. Each move drawing him in more and more like an addict. Illicit turned around, began twerking her buttocks and smacked her left cheek.

Daiki took a huge gulp and scooted to the edge of the sofa as the music blared from the speakers.

Illicit ignored Daiki and went on dancing, flinging her jet black hair back over her shoulder, grinding sexually against the pole, revealing her succulent breast and pink hard nipples.