SATANAILS Chapter 8 - Train to Satasville

Chapter 8 - Train to Satasville

 

Sata killed and ate the evil Christine, a venomous spider breeder, then she stole her form to hunt four guys connected with Christine’s evil wake. Now that Sata has killed ‘em all, she has finished her job and she can get back to her old self. There’s a problem though; Brian, Christine’s boyfriend, seems connected with the evil wake, although he looks innocent. Is Sata obliged to devour Brian too?

 

The day after the slaughter at the drive-in, Sata woke up still impersonating Christine. Nonetheless, even if that had been a nice body to use, Sata longed to get back to her real self. Then again, she felt that something was not completed yet, although she was not sure about it. She was a young witchpire, still needing to learn a large number of things about her powers.

However, it looked like Brian, Christine’s boyfriend, had something in him that Sata wanted to conquer and make hers. It wasn’t his blood that she was desiring the most. It wasn’t just about him being a prey. There was something else.

Sata wanted something belonging to Brian that she would live as a new experience; it was something higher than just flesh and blood. That thing had to do with innocence, humbleness and regard; feelings that everyone had lived at least once in a lifetime. And that had to be her time. 

Most of all, she felt she was going to enjoy his promise of devotion to her. That’s exactly when she realised she was on the point of having a slave to exploit. Each mistress has her own slave, if not many. Being a witchpire, a special, unique kind of mistress, suggested Sata to choose Brian as the starting point to give birth to her legacy of slaves.

 

Moreover, Brian looked exactly like the man she had been looking for, during her previous life as a regular shy girl. Brian was young, tall, handsome, strong, with a muscular well-trained body, and, above all, submissive and good-hearted; what more could she have asked for?

So, there was something more than only wiliness in Sata, it was not only about using a man as a slave. It was kind of like she wanted to repay Brian from being responsible of having killed his girlfriend, and she also wanted to give him a better chance to live a new kind of relationship, right after he had been living for years a relationship of lies and psychological violence, due to a such an evil and foolish girlfriend.

 

Her plan was to use her bewitching power in order to hypnotize and seduce Brian, so that he would be obliged to follow her at the motel, then pretending he would work there, but actually helping and serving his mistress, instead. Hence, she quickly put her plan into action.

 

First of all, Sata concentrated her powers on leaving Christine’s body forever, as she decided she wouldn’t need it anymore. Christine was a beautiful girl, nonetheless the change into her old-self looked quite convenient. Her hair blackened, grew and turned thicker. Her claws grew to an amazing length in time of seconds; they turned sharper, healthier and more dangerous-looking than ever. Apart from that, her nails needed to be filed and polished, as they looked like they had been growing wildly and carelessly.

 

The same morning, she sent a text to Brian from Christine’s mobile, inviting him to have lunch with her at her cottage. The issue with Brian getting to Christine’s was about him finding out that someone else had taken the place of his evil, but still loved, girlfriend. Somebody a lot crueller, sexier and stronger, in spite of keeping an almost forgotten human spirit in the bottom of her heart.

 

While waiting for Brian, Sata settled out everything in order to prepare the perfect trap.

Firstly, she started from having a shower, combing her very long hair, putting on the best dress she could find among Christine’s stuff and taking care of her long claws, eventually covering them with gloves, in order not to scare Brian at first sight.

Secondly, not knowing Brian’s feeding habits and tastes, Sata decided to cook some food that could be tasty for everyone by taking two steaks and some random stuff from the fridge she turned into a sort of salad that she eventually served in a large bowl.

 

Brian didn’t make Sata wait too long, as he was anxious to get back in touch with her girlfriend, although he was quite surprised with Christine being so hospitable.

Sata had already finished settling out everything when she heard Brian’s car. She eventually found herself being quite hungry when the doorbell rang.

 

Sata, was on the sofa, lying on the right side of her amazing body, in a feline-like pose, with her legs stretched and her hands spread wide just over the couch surface, right below her prominent breast. Being covered with silky black gloves, her hands seemed so big and her fingers looked incredibly long, who could’ve ever imagined that at least one third of their length was due to her claws? Her wild, dangerous babies were actually pushing onto the tips of the gloves just like as if they were about to pop out of them.

 

- Yes, come in.

- Oh, hi…hmmm…where’s Christine, and who are you?

- Christine’s gone, she was mean.

- C’mon don’t piss me off. Christine! I’m here! - shouted Brian.

 

Brian thought that was another exam he had to take, another of those jealousy-driven Christine’s tests. Having sensed Sata’s beauty, Brian acted as if she was not there, fearing a possible Christine’s reaction to his littlest dialogue with that beauty. But Sata was not a bait and Christine was there no more.

 

- You don’t believe me, uh? You were in complete control of that bitch!

- Would you please tell me who you are? And why you’re wearing her dress?

- Who am I, uh? I am the one who’s about to set you free from your evil girl’s old rusty chains, Brian. Who cares if Christine is not here anymore? You know she never loved you.

 

That last phrase was a sort of strategy to completely catch his attention. Brian fell into the trap and made the mistake of looking Sata straight in the eye. Her eyes were intense and wide, they had no specific colour, they were rather showing all the rainbow colours at the same time. Their clutch was something a man couldn’t escape from. That’s just what happened to Brian, who suddenly looked like caught in a hook. Starting from then, he began behaving like a robot or a zombie; maybe he looked exactly like a zombie robot with no life of his own, but still keeping some sort of independent movements and thoughts.

 

- Come here Brian, you’re going to be my slave for a long time.

- Yes, …mistress.

- You’re in my power now, you are going to do exactly what I say.

- Yes mistress.

- I’m gonna make you mine, you’re gonna me in my power. You are going to obey your witchpire. However, I bet you are going to live better than with Christine. Don’t you think so? Come here, let’s have a nice welcome party, as you’re actually going to be my new partner, but, don’t tell anyone.

 

Sata, still lying on the sofa, was now caressing his new toy-boy, in the meanwhile Brian kneeled. While staring him in the eye, Sata felt happy and hungry. She started by pushing her claws on his face, and, in spite of being still covered with gloves, they were leaving red marks over his cheeks. The reason was that they were too sharp to be easily kept inside the gloves, and turning them into pointy-edged weapons.

 

- I asked you: “Do you think I am going to treat you better than Christine?”

- Christine? Who is Christine?

- Yes, I’m beginning to like you. Christine was actually a delicious prey; I ate her with the same satisfaction I felt with my boss Rachel.

- Who’s Rachel?

- Nobody, Brian, nobody.

 

She kept on caressing him with her claws, gloves still on. He seemed like dehumanised, but still warm-blooded. Her nipples were getting harder and bigger, her claws were about to completely come out, and her fangs were ready to be used as a weapon. Then, she dragged him over the sofa and got up above him with a smooth jump. Everything in her mind was telling her to open that body, and eat it. Nonetheless, something dealing with her sixth sense told her to avoid making a meal out of that guy.

 

In spite of feeling that something evil still needed to be killed and erased, Sata was behaving in a different way than her closer past. Her feelings were slightly diverging from those connected with being a witchpire. She felt more human in front of Brian, she was kind of pitiful. On the other hand, although not being that evil, Brian could also represent a good meal for her. Anyway, she decided she was going to eat something more traditional for lunch. So, she finally took off her gloves and stared at Brian to see his reaction. He didn’t move, but his pupils turned quickly wider like those of cats when they get scared. 

 

Sata and Brian had their first lunch together. Her latest meals had been made of alive or recently-killed preys, humans killed by her and eaten using claws and fangs; that was going to be a dive in the past, instead. However, as her attitude towards food hadn’t changed yet, she used her claws to eat her meat, not caring what Brian could ever think. She then slashed her steak with her sharp claws, tearing it apart and devouring it whole within a few seconds. She knew she wouldn’t feel satiated by that small snack. She had to control herself by doing a slaughter. That feeling wasn’t driven by the presence of Brian, it was rather due to something evil and farer than him. 

However, she succeeded in making the rest of the lunch flow just like a normal meal. They drank wine, actually a lot, talked about nothing special and, once finished, she decided they had to join their bodies to give the welcome party a proper completion. They did it, and, needless to say, it was wild and female driven.

 

After a couple of hours spent resting, Brian still looked tired and empty. Sata didn’t appreciated that lifelessness too much, so she thought she was going to give him a chance by loosening his leash a bit, although not completely knowing how to do it yet. She decided to test Brian’s level of independence and give him a task.

 

- Brian, you’re lucky today. You got a job!

- A job, mistress?

- Don’t ever call me mistress anymore, unless you’re told to.

- Ok, mist…oh, sorry, it’s because I still don’t know your name.

-  Sata, my name’s Sata Lina. Anyway, you will help me with the management of my motel; we are going to live there, together. So, go home now, pick up your stuff and tell your mama you’re leaving. I’m going to wait for you here.

- Ok, Sata.

- You only have two hours left, if you’ll be late, you won’t find me and I’ll be forever gone.

- It’s gonna take me less than that.

- I know, good boy. - Sata knew her tantalising power would work; Brian couldn’t afford to miss the train to Satasville.

 

Just one hour had passed when Sata had already finished placing Christine’s bones and picking up and gathering all her precious stuff.

Sata was feeling kind of bored, hence, having found some grass to smoke, got out of the cottage and started smoking while staring at that bucolic landscape. In spite of the strong smell of marijuana, a natural odorous perception started filling her lungs and mind with something even wilder than herself.

A quick twisting of instinctive thoughts exploded in her head. Images of feral wolves and lycanthropes, witches and bats, full moons and dusty winds were forming in her brain and were kind of converging to her retina. Her blood seemed to boil despite being cold, and started bubbling in her heart and veins. Her fangs switched back to gigantic dimensions, resembling sharp weapons, and so did her claws, which were still clear and naked.

It was something like a movie playing in her head, her special brain being the projector and her retinas acting as screens. The movie was a horror matchup with many violent scenes occurred to Christine and to other people. After a minute, she realised that was all about sensing supernatural memories belonging to that place, reminiscences from the past lived by several persons right there.

 

Then she had a final epiphany, a thorough vision of how a place could influence people’s mind. She clearly realised that, whether a spot was into the darkest woods or at a sunny beach, once it would have been marked by an evil presence, a happening or an act, it could only have been destined to negatively affect, in a way or another, those who would come across it.

 

Sata finally understood how demoniac wakes could be created by a first evil happening, and then kept on, by either humans or animals. With Christine’s death, Sata had thought she had put an end to that evil wake, but there was something eviler and older than Christine. It was something connected with her house, and probably with its neighbourhood too.

 

When a place turns wicked because of a killing or an evil generic act, a demon is created. A demon that would affect everything happening inside and in the proximities of that place.

 

Sata felt like a schoolgirl, still needing to learn a bunch of things before she could handle that supernatural stuff. That’s why she took her book to find a solution to that issue.

She read something about destroying a demon’s house with fire. It could’ve been a cottage or a cave, a tent or a skyscraper, it was all about finding the exact place connected with the demoniac presence, and burn it.

 

“How can I burn a stony cave?” - she thought while keeping on reading.

 

She also read that, in order to completely remove the evil presence and its wake, she could’ve also killed and eaten, as a witchpire, all the living persons connected with that wake.

 

“Why am I still sensing an evil presence in here? Didn’t I kill and eat all evil people connected with Christine and with this place?”

 

Sata suddenly got in trance, and turned rigid and cold, just like as if she was entering the world of dead. On the contrary, she was full of hot life, so, she reacted to that invasion of thoughts and coldness by roaring and scratching the air, eventually reaching a tree and starting to scratch the trunk, leaving deep marks and simultaneously getting her claws sharper.

The perfect image of the source which had generated the evil saga connected with Christine, eventually became clear to her.

 

“How couldn’t I think about it before? Christine couldn’t be the first one. Yeah! It’s this damned place that acts as a demonic reservoir. The first time someone released the evil in here was when she first moved here. I see it. It’s their fault. Christine had only been living in search of her eternal revenge. It’s true that she had been killing innocent people to steal their money, but she began killing because of this first happening. Now I’ve got to search for those bastards and remove them from the Earth”.

 

Just when Sata was twisting in trance, almost destroying a tree with her claws, Brian arrived and saw everything, even if he was totally caught by Sata’s power, a clench of terror seemed to grasp him, soon vanishing as Sata realised he was there and started staring him in the eye.

 

Having just experienced a strong trance, a flush of hormones ran through her veins and forced her to ease that urge by having any form of orgasm. As Brian, her new toy-boy was there, she couldn’t help but jumping over him and use him to scratch that itch. It was Brian the one who was scratched actually.

That was maybe the first time Sata had a violent urge which could be calmed down by someone who came out alive.

“Alive” was not the proper term when referring to Brian, not only because of his Sata-induced zombie-ness, rather because that therapeutic sex session left him in a terrible state. As Sata took out the best and worst from herself, that is scratching, biting, wild riding and tearing him apart, Brian’s clothes were all torn, his skin had been turned almost everywhere into a map of bloody scratch marks, Brian eventually felt weaker and looked dumber than before.

So, as Sata had to accomplish another mission before leaving that place, she physically lifted and brought Brian into the cottage, leaving him lying on the sofa. After having changed his clothes and hers, she finally left the cottage, knowing exactly where to go. But, just before leaving, she wanted to respect a ritual she had been feeling devoted to: polishing her long claws in a red colour when hunting biggest preys. That was like an omen for her: hunting with her sharp claws polished in a blood-red colour was likely to bring more criminals’ blood and more satisfaction.

 

She left, sure that Brian wouldn’t move because he was too weak. Her goal was now to destroy the existence of three cruel people. Her target was the so-called “The Van Band” a well-known three-piece crew, made up by three men who had been terrorizing young females’ lives in many States. They were famous all over the East, but they had never been caught because they were smart, or maybe just because they always used to change the van after a session, taking care not to leave any clue, apart their semen and fingerprints, that were useless as long as they would keep their records clean.

Their typical criminal act consisted in quickly kidnapping a random girl, along the road, putting her on the back of the van, firstly silencing her possible screams by forcing a towel in her mouth, then tying her wrist and ankles tight, and eventually raping her, the three of them, one by one, each one after another. All the raping sessions had been made with either a parked or a riding van. At the end of that violent act, the van would be left abandoned with the poor girl still on board.

 

All the girls who had been experiencing a violent van raping act, never had the chance to turn back to their previous life. Many of them went to a rehab, just a few of them remained emotionally kind of mutilated, and only one of them succeeded in having a form of reaction. It was the first girl who had been raped, many years before, right in front of that cottage.

 

Christine.

 

Christine was a teenager when she first moved to that cottage, that represented her family’s vacation house. She wanted to live alone because she had a bad, evil temper, always causing troubles with her parents, and she also needed more space to move and let her bad mood free to act.

However, before that fatal night, she hadn’t committed very violent acts, just some animal killing, many school fights, and some other secrets to keep, like trespassing in someone’s private property to steal money and jewels. The truth is that many of the girls she had been fighting with, were still bearing all the marks, because Christine wasn’t just a strong fighter, she was rather a cruel girl.

This sort of “propaedeutic evilness”, had been unveiled by “The Van Band” right in her most energic years, when she was a teenager. Hence, right after that happening, she developed a serial killer attitude and used spiders to kill people.

 

Sata then felt obliged to go and find those monsters, as they represented the perfect prey for her. Thanks to her sixth sense, she knew exactly where to find them; that was a power that anyone desired, especially among cops and private eyes.

 

Not only Sata was a sort of clairvoyant and a witchpire, she also liked to let her brain work and bring out all of her smartness. She knew everything had started from the parking of that cottage, and, since it was a too isolated place to be known by everyone, this meant that the three were locals of a near village or town.

 

She had an image flashing in her head of these three bastards getting drunk in a bar a dozen of miles away from there, called Bulldog’s Tavern. So, she put on her gloves and boots, took her motorbike and aimed directly to that tavern.

 

It took her a few minutes to reach that place, it was a dusty, black-walled, stinky place. She liked it a lot. Sata then put her bike at rest and entered the bar. When she got inside, despite everything was covered with dust, sand, smoke or fat, and the visibility was compromised, she suddenly noticed 5 people, they were all males, Caucasian, adults, 3 of ‘em were her criminals, one was the owner/bartender and the last one was a random customer.. She also noticed that two eyes of every man there were staring at her.

 

- Wow, madam, just by entering, you made my day!!

- Yeah, what a sweet candy we’ve got here, huh?!

 

Those comments didn’t make her change her direction as she went straight to the bar and asked for a triple scotch, one for each prey to kill.

 

- Are you sure, woman? - asked the bar tender.

 

He was a tired-looking man on his sixties called Sioux, for he had some Native ancestors; he was just trying not to lose his business for having served alcohol to a person who couldn’t afford it. His real name was Ted, he was tall and skinny, with a wise-looking face. Next to him there was the reason of the name of that place, a sleepy American bulldog wearing a black collar with steel spikes.

Sata answered by clutching his eyes with her terrible glance, he then served her the scotch without showing any further resistance. The bulldog made a move just to change resting position.

 

The air was heavy there, the smoke was moving slowly and the guys of the Van Band were suspiciously silent. They were sitting at a table next to the other customer’s one and were looking at him.

One of them was very fat with blue eyes and dull, blonde, short, greasy hair, he was wearing a torn old jeans jacket and an evil grin, which matched his pock-marked face skin, his nick was Slim. His friend Knife was tall and skinny, with long thin dark hair, black eyes and the same grin as Slim’s. Last one acted as if he was their boss, he was short, bald, with a bad scar on his left cheek, big muscles and a bad-promising face, his nickname was Wig. Reason for their nicknames wasn’t the one you could’ve expected. Slim only liked skinny ladies, Knife had a strong fetish for blades and Wig loved to kill covering his bald head. Three good fellas, indeed. 

 

They were surely planning something over the unaware customer who was sipping his coffee looking tired as hell, nonetheless still looking handsome.

 

- Hey beautiful man, do you like that girl? - Slim said.

- Yeah, why don’t you go and invite her a drink? - Knife followed closely.

- We’re ugly and we can’t do it, why don’t you help us, huh? - Slim again

- Don’t talk for me, Slim, you are ugly, I’m just lazy, uhuhhuuhh! - replied Knife

- Oh, c’mon guys, I’m so tired, I’m a truckdriver, I drove all night, I gotta rest a bit, please leave me alone.

- It was you the one who came here and didn’t leave us alone, this is our bar. - this time was Wig’s turn to talk.

- Please guys, don’t get in trouble with my customers - the bartender calmly prayed.  

 

The atmosphere was getting hot and heavy as Slim stood and got close to the truckdriver.

In the meanwhile, Sata was a dark shadow, waiting to become completely dark as midnight and fall over someone’s head like a guillotine.

 

Slim was staring at the truckdriver while he was dangerously snubbing him. Slim wasn’t a calm guy and suddenly broke a beer bottle onto that guy’s head. The noise echoed into the bar but nobody moved, especially the truckdriver who finally fainted.

 

The other two members of the Van Band stood up and, after giving a quick glance to Sata, looked as if they were about to act pitiless on an unconscious innocent. Sata’s power detected their undoubtable intention to kill that guy.

 

Ted, aka Sioux, the bartender and owner, couldn’t stand those filthy bastards, but he wasn’t in power to hurt nobody and he also was a pacific guy, on top of this, he had been told not to breathe whenever the van band was around, unless he would’ve been killed, that’s why he had been living with that continuous threat without having half the chance of getting rid of ‘em.

 

So, when Sata made her first move and got off the stool she had been sitting on in the last quarter of an hour or so, Sioux made a grin of fear for Sata, not knowing this fear should have been addressed to the men and not to her.

 

With a liquid movement Sata got quickly near the table of the truckdriver.

 

- I saw no vans outside, just a terrible white Honda, are you having bad times lately?

 

When Sata pronounced the word “vans” the three men made a deep surprised expression mixed to a quick annoyed grunt.

They weren’t stupid enough to forget to take into consideration that the girl who carelessly dared to challenge them, probably was aware of their secret role of serial rapers.

 

- C’mon, who the hell are you? You know you’re playing with fire, don’t you?

- She could be the perfect candy to ease my craving for sweets!

 

- I know who you are and I’m here to make you pay.

 

-Whoaaa! You scarin’ us, huh?!

 

While the truckdriver was about to come back to life, Sata showed no intention to procrastinate any of her tasks so, with any further ado, she jumped on the table and started to undress, just like as if she was a pro stripper. A few seconds later, leaving everyone slack-jawed, she was only wearing gloves and boots.

While doing the strip, Sata had been using her hypno-powers, ‘cause, even if her body alone could’ve brought to the same result, she wanted to be sure the five men in that bar would fall in her powers.

 

That was the time to act. The energy of revenge was about to explode inside her, so she kicked hard Slim in the teeth and Knife in the chin, the two fell one next to the other like stones to the ground making a heavy sound, then Sata hit Wig in the nose with her knee. Once the three were all to the ground, she jumped from the table onto their bodies and started to move like a snake, taking off her last four items that were covering her twenty weapons, gloves & boots.

 

The atmosphere was gloomy, the air was heavy and smoky, there was almost no light, it was like a horror movie directed by an expressionist director back from post WWII. Nonetheless Sata’s red claws flashed in the dark like as if they had their own light. Barefooted and completely naked, Sata made her claws twist again over those inert bodies. She had Slim’s and Knife’s heads under her feet, her heels were pressing onto their chins and her toenails were dangerously starting to dig into their eyeballs, then, she raised her luscious body on tiptoes and her red giant, long, sharp toenails eventually got through all of their four eyeballs leaving Slim and Knife completely helpless and blind, while still unconscious.

In the meanwhile, with Sioux and the truckdriver still under her spell and inert like rocks, she had been lifting Wig catching him by his ears. Her thumb claws, stronger and sharper than ever, had accidentally made their way all through his earholes, that were dripping rivers of blood.

 

That was the perfect scenario for her to turn hungry and violent. The smell of blood was so inviting she couldn’t help but slicing that bodies into small cubes and devour them whole. The only precaution she wanted to take was to begin by evirating the three bastards.

 

When everything was done, as she wanted the police not to accuse the innocent Sioux and the truckdriver, she tied the two guys together and left rapidly.

 

The investigators couldn’t come up with anything that could clarify that mess. Just blood, bones and scratches everywhere, and two unaware men tied up together.