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Mouth Bitch's Jaws of Mercy	By : Bellboy64 Category: 1 through F > From Dusk 'Til Dawn Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the "From Dusk Till Dawn" film franchise nor the characters within it. This is an original story set within the universe, utilising one character for fanfiction purposes. I am not making any money from this.

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Chapter Two: Playing with her Food

Charlie was rooted, bound to the floor. He couldn't move. Not even an inch. He wanted to struggle. He wanted to fight. He wanted to scream. But the fear locked out his brain. All he could do was stare at the monstrous vamp bitch before him as she grinned knowingly and sadistically at him.

Slowly she began to clamber out from her impossible hidey-hole revealing the rest of her bit by bit. She had a bloated, stocky frame much larger than himself. The firelight caught every infected part of her, highlighting her rotund figure's many crinkles and abundant flab. Her shoulders were the only mostly unspoiled part of her main body, ruffled with only a few boils and blemishes compared to the rest but her skin was riddled with wrinkles that it resembled the flesh of a partially rotten fruit with many gaseous bulges and folds giving it irregular appearance. Regardless they still gave an imposing sense of deceptive strength, not unlike in her chunky fat arms.

For every gross anomaly in her physique the rest of her adapted likewise giving her obese bodily mass that dwarfed the average male in every respect. The vampire crawled forward towards the vulnerable Charlie, languidly coiling her adipose legs around his own. The gentle action cushioned him with her own organic bodily heat, tickling his nerves as they rummaged about to get comfortable, her undeniably hefty weight sandwiching him to the floor. Her bulging, gluttonous stomach gurgled and churned with questionable contents as she rested it on his own. Perhaps she had already eaten...? Wishful thinking for sure. She was so tightly compressed against he could feel her pimples poke into his shirt, stimulating the skin beneath. He could feel something gently tickle him round the crotch area that made him let out a weak gasp. Her beastly features glistened with grease secreting from her every pore, highlighting and enhancing the vileness of her face to him as she drew closer. Her stark naked breasts bobbed and swayed with anticipation as she eagerly leaned inward.

Charlie was fond of those particulars of the female form but the current situation repulsed him. He stared momentarily transfixed by them as they descended onto his chest. While her hair was receding it was far from gone, falling down her chest, curtaining her bosoms with an almost loving grace. It was a remarkable length to be sure but it didn't offer him any comfort. The vamp's tits showed the results of years of progressive sagging before finally resting on her bulging gut. They were in fairly decent condition considering what kind of creature what in possession of them and save for a few bloody rashes and minor zits they looked quite good. Her depraved descent into death and decay had treated fairly them well. The only thing that took away from any possible 'attraction' was the prominent drooping inflicted in her chest area starting there visible point of origin much higher up her body with a definitive split where the gap between each breast began before they sunk to their current location, with a broader divide than originally. The skin had stretched to such an extremity the ligaments that once supported them became visible, causing ripples and protruding vein-like folds in the skin. The years of vamping out in the nude had taken their toll on true form, but she hardly seemed to care. Vampires could erode and deteriorate with little consequence, living forever they'd feel little or no pain so trivial human issues of pain and weakness warranted no concern of theirs. If anything she enjoyed the psychological impact they'd have on her victims. And Charlie was no different.

His trance was broken by the sudden shadow cast over him by the vamp bitch. Her yellow teeth drew nearer, glinting invitingly with deadly sharpness and terrible hunger. Her sickly gaze surveyed him with almost lustful desire. She craved his blood for sure but he could see something else twinkle in her eyes. She wanted him but given his predicament he didn't know for certain it was all she truly wanted from him. Those mad, demonic eyes had a mockingly human vein to them. They gave him such morbid curiosity. Her heavy lids lowered with gentle grace. A sort of indescribable, sensual aura exuded from the vamp. He was at her mercy. Suddenly, her left hand came up from the side and gently stroked the side of his face. He suddenly felt very warm inside. Uncomfortably so. The reality of her immense weight on him hit home and he felt such an intense pressure he begun to struggle to breath.

"N- uh!" he gasped. At once his body began to cook in the combined heat of the nearby flames and the affectionate bodylock he was trapped in. An icy chill tingled throughout him originating from the vulnerable surface of his skin. He'd been sweating for the past few minutes and he was so "pre-occupied" he hadn't even noticed. The reality of his peril made Charlie felt very queasy in the pit of his stomach, so much so he was getting ready to retch. He was panicking. The danger at hand was making sick with fear. The vamp bitch's talon-like claws caressed his face lovingly, taking a certain glee in his terror and held him in place. She gently and seductively swayed and danced lowering herself down to his level, opening and closing her mouth with sensuous abandon. As she sank on top of him her shaggy hair fell to his chest like vines of ivy, piling into bunches as she drew closer. He could feel her bulbous tits press against him, her erect nipples and pimples brushing against his shirt. The vamp rubbed her body against his, teasing him.

"Hah!" he choked. While his eyes had movement to survey the monster's twisted action his head was locked in place by his captor. He looked up. He dared not make a sound when their eyes met for fear he'd influence her next move in some way, to give ideas. The carnivourus jaws drew closer, coated with a foul concoction of plaque and tartar that bulged out of every gap he could see her humid sticky lips twitch with excitement. Her other hand trailed up his arm to join them. Charlie shivered in his paralysis as her clawed palm relaxed softly on his shoulder. The vamp's gruesome smile tightened as she reached his face, a sickening stench of death reeked from her hot breath. Charlie was reaching his limit. His body was in such pain, his pores wept with clammy sweat and his heart was beating with such force it pulsated making his whole being tremor. The arrow's venom was taking hold, he felt was slipping into unconsciousness. The pressure on him was mounting and he felt like he was going to explode. The vampire stared down her meal with a kind of devious curiosty and then slowly tilted her head and dipped languidly down the last few inches to meet her plaything.

"NO-!"

In a fit of sudden, wild desperation Charlie managed to break out of his binds and feebly began to push her away. The vamp was taken aback by his sudden courage. It was something she wasn't used to as most went the way he was before. He wrestled with her seemingly in vain, despite her appearance she was very strong. Definitely stronger than him at least. Though initially surprised she was taking his rejection of her rather well. It quickly became a game to her, a playful struggle between man and beast. She snapped her massive jaws at him as he tried force her off him, making feinting lunges with each bite. Playful or not, her actions kept on her victim on edge as if he wasn't already so. With mad determination he grabbed her throat to keep her away from him. He was succeeding with great difficulty. She was a powerful vampire and she had the advantage on all counts. Despite being grappled with in such a way she still had him pinned. She was snarling with menace and soon she won out, forcing him downward and despite his brave efforts Charlie was slowly losing his grip on her as she reaffirmed hers.

He tried forcing them both to roll to the side. Amazingly it worked. The pair locked in conflict unsteadily rolled over, resulting in Charlie being on top with the vamp on the bottom. Flumping back on the silken cloth she stared up viciously up at him. Her smirk finally faltered and her face contorted into a nasty scowl. This wasn't what she'd planned for him. But no matter. She knew something he didn't.

Taking what little advantage he scavenged Charlie broke free and crawled off the fat vamp as quickly as his body would let him. He wasn't a fighter, even if he knew how to wield even a single weapon like a pro he didn't fancy his chances with this thing- not after the gruelling challenge he'd barely overcame. As he scampered off to the side of her falling between her and the nearby bed he suddenly heard a horrible growling noise that echoed from deep within her stomach. She was laughing at him. She cackled at his futile desperation. At his fear. As Charlie got to his feet and moved away from her she swung a hefty arm out to catch his leg. Her massive hand caught him by the foot nearly causing him to fall over. Grasping his shoe tightly she rolled onto her front and began to tug at him with both hands. With a few limp kicks Charlie managed to wriggle free, removing his foot from the vampire's grip but losing his shoe in the process. Hobbling out of the "nest" he chanced a glance back at the vamp. She laid there quite comfortably, like a lioness that had cornered her prey. She displayed his shoe proudly in her hand like a dinky trophy but nevertheless she seemed very pleased with it in her possession. She tilted her head round to the side slightly, smiling with as much allure as a creature such as she could muster. Her heavy lids lowered to an extent that combined with her wrinkled, angry brow gave a very devious, flirty demeanor to her. The vamp bitch made sure her sagged breasts rested on display for him as beastly incentives for him to return to her.

Reviled, Charlie turned away, determined to escape her in anyway he could. He headed for the door, hindered a little bit by his lost shoe but he wasn't about to go back and fight for it. He quickly reached the curtain, his back facing the left-most corner of the nearby bed. In hindsight it was good that he was hindered by a missing shoe for if he was running at full pelt there was a good chance he would have knocked himself on what lay behind.

Bars. Metal bars. The thing had a gate! It had dropped down from above and was now embed in the floor. As Charlie surveyed in pure shock the vampire's cackling returned in full force like a demon snarling, amused by his predicament and the hopeless chance he now had. Charlie rattled and heaved on the bars in a vain effort to escape but it really was hopeless, the thing was rusted and locked tight. He was trapped in there with her.

Slowly, Charlie looked round to face her. As he did so she was getting to her feet. She was a mountainous creature. About a head taller than him, maybe slightly less. Save for the teeth and claws there was no solid part to her. Everything about her looked mallable and soft in some way. Meaty. From her face to her breasts and especially her legs. She had meat to her. She wasn't what he'd thought undead creatures would look like. No rotting flesh (of what he could see), no bony limbs. This thing was living and breathing despite every biological perversion present in her. If there was anything nice to say about her he would say she was "curvy". Mostly because the fatty muscle never seemed to stop. Her stomach was bulging so much it looked as though it might explode if enough pressure were applied. Charlie nervously looked southward beneath it. Her gut while gluttonous still kept her form and connected quite readily to her lower half. Where her... privates would be there was a beard's worth of dirty pubic hair that hung like fur between her legs. The slightest thought of what lay behind it made his stomach turn. As though taunting him she reached her free hand down and scratched at something on her crotch. Everybody needed to do that sometimes but Charlie sensed there was an ulterior motive that she must've had for the action. Where the crotch met the inner leg she had numerous bloody red holes that marked her skin her infected orange skin. It took him a second register what they were in his head. They were flea bites. The implicative thoughts turned his stomach inside out. Taking a moment to rub her crotch lovingly the vamp bitch began to advance on him.

Charlie snapped back to reality a little later than he would've liked. She was advancing to his right side so he began to hobble to his left. Staring each other down they circled one another. He didn't like the way she kept smiling at him. If she wanted to eat him she'd have done it by now. There was a reason she'd lured him here, why she'd trapped him with her. And like it or not he was going to find it out very soon. Keeping the pressure on him she was guiding him back to the silken sheets next to the brazier once more. When his sock touched them he slipped almost instantly, like a deer on an frozen lake. He desperately tried to keep his balance but with only one shoe it was impossible. She tried to catch him as he fell but no such luck. For her at least. He tumbled onto his back, staring up at the vamp. Almost symbolically she cast aside her stolen prize and beared down at her prey, her weighted tits swaying slightly with each hefty step. The firelight caught each of her hideous features in all their glory. Every curve and groove on her seemed to be shining in some way. Charlie was sweating a bit, perhaps she was feeling the heat too. Lightly fondling the stretched skin above her right breast, poking into the groove between them both. She stood over his legs, spreading her own apart to properly "mount" him. In a weak effort to escape Charlie edged backwards and turned onto his front to try and crawl away from her. He barely moved a few centimetres when a clawed hand grabbed by the leg halting him dead in his tracks.
He wasn't going anywhere.
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