The Sins
of Abaddon
By Olivia Cross
Copyright 2014 Olivia
Cross.
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Biography
Biography
I've had a fascination with fantasy, action and the supernatural since I was a little girl. I remember that the first scene that really took my imagination was where Batman in the Batman cartoon defeated a pair of Poison Ivy's henchgirls. I seriously just gasped as this tall, powerful man bound their frail wrists and stood over them triumphant. It just triggered something in me. I started to have what I call 'villainess' fantasies where the good guy triumphs over me in the story. I've started getting fascinated with the whole vampire genre, the idea that a vampiress is not human, she's just an evil, undead thing to be vanquished. It doesn't matter that she's beautiful, she's evil and she must be vanquished. (shiver) So I've learned to write my fantasies and I've found many others who enjoyed reading them.
I've had a fascination with fantasy, action and the supernatural since I was a little girl. I remember that the first scene that really took my imagination was where Batman in the Batman cartoon defeated a pair of Poison Ivy's henchgirls. I seriously just gasped as this tall, powerful man bound their frail wrists and stood over them triumphant. It just triggered something in me. I started to have what I call 'villainess' fantasies where the good guy triumphs over me in the story. I've started getting fascinated with the whole vampire genre, the idea that a vampiress is not human, she's just an evil, undead thing to be vanquished. It doesn't matter that she's beautiful, she's evil and she must be vanquished. (shiver) So I've learned to write my fantasies and I've found many others who enjoyed reading them.
A simple trip to a local club leads to humiliation, lesbian sex and three pretty rough sexual encounters with powerful, supernatural men.
Will Nikki be able to find her way in this strange and brutal supernatural world?
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Chapter One: The Sins of Abaddon
Hi, my name is Nicollette Anelise but my
friends call me Nikki. I guess I should
start my story where it all really began; when I first stepped into a popular
club known for its glitz, glamour and celebrity appearances. A club that I would later discover had been
turned to a dark purpose: The Monastery.
The Monastery was a
dizzying explosion of sights and sounds.
Dark and filled with the undulating bodies of intoxicated youth, the
atmosphere was a contagious mix of excitement, eroticism and inebriation. Jessica and I looked each other over. My best friend was her usual five feet, nine
inches of Asian bombshell. She was a
beautiful mix of knock-out Vietnamese good looks poured into a Viking goddess,
Midwestern frame. Her glittery, emerald
green dress sucked against her body like she had been shrink-wrapped into it;
It did very little to hide her prominent, D-Cup breasts or her mile long
legs. She was returning the favor and I
could see her eyes scan my slender, five foot seven inch frame. I have
something of a striking, almost theatrical look with alabaster, white skin and
raven, black hair. I was suddenly aware
that my blingy, crimson dress was riding a bit too high up my thighs and yanked
on the hemline. Jessica slapped my hand,
grabbed me by the arm and led me to the bar.
“You need a drink
Nikster!” Jessica laughed. “I insist!” The
urban melodies blasted relentlessly at our bodies like phantom bodies of sound. We found ourselves moving helplessly with the
rhythms. The bar played out like the
bastard child of a video game and an LSD trip.
Neon tubes and LCD screens lit up the rows of liquor bottles lining the
walls and the glasses, themselves let off a dim, electronic glow.
“What’re you having?” a
tall, crazily coiffed server dropped glowing glasses in front of us. “Let me guess, Cosmos?” He flashed a toothy smile at Jessica.
“White wine spritzer,” I
ordered, failing to break Jessica’s
hypnotic hold of the attractive, blond.
“Sex on the beach,” Jessica
flirted and leaned over to display more of her amazing cleavage.
“Right away…” The bartender fished for the bombshell’s name..
“Jessica,” my friend politely
introduced herself… an inch away from the man’s lips.
“…and a white wine
spritzer please!” I interjected.
“Yes, of course,” the
bartender broke away from Jessica’s fabulous rack, grabbed some bottles and
began pouring.
“Oh great, another night
where I get to watch guys fall all over you while I manage the wingman!” I rolled
my eyes and took a sip.
“Relax Nikki,” Jess
hugged me from the side. “Men are flies
and you brought the honey!” My friend
swirled her glass predatorily and scanned the crowd like a wolf assessing a
colony of rabbits.
Oh no, here it
starts. A large Latino stepped up into
Jessica’s man orbit and foolishly flashed a smile. I squirmed in my seat and prepared to watch
the verbal dance. He invades her
personal space. He breaks the ice with a
charming joke while retaining eye contact.
Jessica giggles. I knew it. This night would be typical of our
outings. Tomorrow my friend would weave
a story of drunken love making and regrets while I pretended to be happy for
her.
Wait, what’s that? I watched as my friend’s expression broke. Her eyes were wide and locked onto something
in the crowd. Was that awe? I turned swiftly and my eyes instantly caught
what Jessica had seen. He was tall and powerfully built emanating a sort of
dark authority that only Satan himself should command. I could only stare at his topaz, blue eyes
and midnight black hair. He wore a tailored Italian suit easily worth
more than my life and everything I owned.
Jessica wasn’t even feigning interest
in the man talking to her and was slowly edging away. Like a shark through herring, the dark figure
strode effortlessly through the crowd and disappeared. Without a word to her suitor, Jess grabbed my
arm and dragged me along like a poorly hitched trailer.
“Jess, oh my God, he’s
probably married or dating a supermodel,” I plead with my amazonian friend but
I could tell that her mind was completely locked down. All I could do was follow the swaying hips of
my Asian comrade to her intended prey.
“Excuse me. Excuse me,” roughly Jessica pushed her way
through the dance floor while I took on the role of rear-apologizer. Luckily my friend’s beauty and size afforded
her a lot of slack and with the exception of some quick gropes we made it
unmolested to a rear, windowless enclave.
“What is this
place?” I was looking down into a beautiful,
crystal adorned room adjoined by an ornate, glass staircase. I could hear water splashing across rocks
and a slower, more macabre melody wafting from inside. Two muscular guards and a golden chain were
all that separated us from what must be a VIP suite. Jess didn’t even hesitate.
“Sorry I’m late!”
Jessica tried to reach for the chain but a guard had her wrist.
“Name?” commanded the
taciturn guard.
“Jessica Hyoung and this
is Nikki Anelise. Could you please just
let us through; we’re already late for the party!” Jessica bluffed.
The other guard scanned
the list and shook his head.
“Sorry ma’am, you’re not
on the list,” the man growled.
“I’m on every list!“
Jessica stepped up to the monolith of a guard and pushed her body against
his. “Now… would you really want your
employer to find out that he missed out on… me?” My friend flashed her beautiful, amber eyes
and ran her hand down his chest.
Impassively the guards glanced
at each other and nodded. One man
mumbled into his mic. Jess looked back
at me and we exchanged shrugs. It wasn’t
long before an odd, small man had clambered up the stairs and was sizing us
up. Excitedly he motioned and whispered
behind him. A striking brunette and a
pretty redhead hurried up the stairs resplendent in colorful, ornate costumes
that could only be described as a hybrid of Victoria
“Miss Hyoung, Miss Anelise; I am Raphael. Please… this way,” we eagerly accepted and
followed the bald, gnomish man down the stairs
“Lord Karstens has very generously extended an invitation for you both to
enter his very exclusive club, ‘Abaddon.’.” The strangely dressed girls followed us down
the stairs giggling to each other. “This is Stephania,” Raphael gestured at the
small brunette who bowed her head politely, “and this is Esmeralda.” The
redhead also bowed. “They will prepare
you for the soiree.” The girls giggled and followed closely behind us. I glanced into the main room as I walked by. It was a strange, aristocratic nightmare;
dimly lit with pale, colored lights playing across a scene of excess and
insanity. Beautiful, elaborately
costumed girls served formless shapes that hid in the darkness. Water splashed down the rear wall and crashed
against a stand of rocks and plants. Lights
danced crazily across the display, shifting colors with the music. For a moment I was sure I could see the
mysterious Karstens watching us as we walked by.
“Girls, girls,” Raphael
clapped. “You’ll have plenty of time to gawk once you’ve been introduced.”
“Introduced?” we replied
in unison. Instead of answering, Raphael
lead us into an ostentatious bath house populated with ferns, exotic potted
trees and a small, artfully crafted stream.
Two nude girls were playfully splashing each other in a bath just a few
yards away. My senses were reeling at
what was happening. It was so fast. Where was I?
What was about to happen to us? I
felt like a princess, an heiress, maybe I was dreaming. I looked at my friend and I could see the
same awed, yet skeptical look in her eyes.
A violin sonata accompanied Raphael as he presented the rules.....................................
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