Wound up tight, her body shivered and sweated from head to toe. Her mouth was dry as a desert, her breasts ached, and her rock-solid nipples chafed at the slightest touch. She panted, her lungs and heart trembling with the longing, the need for release, until she could no longer stand it.

She’d tried her usual toys to relieve herself, but it hadn’t been enough. Her body craved an earth-shattering climax that was out of her reach. Not a huge surprise, as her toys had come along with her on holiday and had worn out their usage.

She hoped to have better luck at The Fizzy Bottle. It was the perfect hunting ground with the town’s sleaziest grinding to the music, smoking weed, and pushing pills. She didn’t bother dressing up, not with the material of her hoodie rubbing her breasts like crazy and her thong flooding like a monsoon.

The bouncer let her in with a glance at her ID. For a second, Piper considered bringing her lips to his ear and whispering an invitation to the alley. But she noticed with dismay that his gaze lingered far longer on the men in the queue.

Not bothering to try her luck at the bar, Piper headed through the dancing crowd to the toilets. The men’s toilets. She had no more time to waste.

Two stunned pairs of eyes met hers. One of the men was pissing in the urinal and laughed at the sight of her, while the other looked up from his phone and frowned. Either would do, but the invitation that came out of her mouth startled her. Both. She needed both of them. She’d fuck hundreds of men if that’s what it took.

The urinator nodded and didn’t bother zipping himself. He pushed his boxers and jeans down, and Piper saw that he’d already hardened. He produced a condom without being told, eager to begin.

Piper almost ripped her hoodie off. Braless, she pulled her shorts to her ankles, kicked it into a corner, and crossed the distance.

The one on his phone hadn’t responded. He eyed her as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Piper scowled, but she didn’t have time to persuade him. She grasped the condom-wrapped dick in front of her, led him over to a sink where she hopped on and guided him into her entrance. He needed no other encouragement. He increased his rhythm, sliding in and out, and before she knew it, he’d climaxed.

Piper blinked as he removed the condom. She felt no relief. His dick might as well have been a dildo. The lustful hunger continued to consume her.

This can’t be right, she thought as cold sweat crawled along her spine. This can’t be normal. Something’s wrong. I must’ve caught something abroad.

South Carolina had been a spontaneous holiday, a last-minute celebration before she graduated from university. Her American friend had persuaded her with sunny days at Myrtle Beach, beautiful treks through pine forests, and adventuring around the swamp. It had been a relaxing, once-in-a-lifetime holiday Piper was now wishing she’d never taken.

The guy she’d fucked whipped out another condom.

Piper lowered her legs, shaking her head at him, but he paid no attention to her protest. He gripped her thighs and raised her groin.

She yelled and attempted to loosen his grip. Her butt slipped and planted inside the sink basin, its taps digging into her back. She winced, all too aware of how vulnerable she was. He loomed over her threateningly. This wasn’t a fight she could win, but she would not let such trash take advantage of her. She formed a fist and prepared to land a blow.

He stood frozen. His grip remained on her thighs, but he made no indications to thrust inside her.

Piper punched him, but he didn’t let her go. She tried to read his intention, but his face was blank. She snapped her fingers. Not so much as a flinch. His eyes stared vacant, devoid of emotion as if he were hypnotised. Goosebumps erupted all over Piper’s body, but still, she couldn’t look away from his blank face. Piper blinked, baffled. Did I do something? Did sex with me cause this? Maybe I infected him.

Then slowly he lowered to his knees and face planted between her legs.

His tongue entered her, and Piper gasped. She didn’t stop him. It was exactly what she’d been craving.

In ecstasy, she watched as he sucked between her folds like a thirsty man. She watched as her folds grew sharp, piercing spikes. She continued watching without a word as her folds moved, closing the gap, closing in on him and trapping his face inside.

He didn’t notice. He continued to lick and suck.

Piper needed him to lick and suck, so he obeyed. He obeyed as the sweet nectar he gulped boiled over. Piper could feel her temperature rising, bubbling with her hunger.

It lasted minutes, and when Piper finally had her fill, finally felt sedated, her trap opened and released him. He collapsed with a loud thud.

His face had melted as if she’d poured acid and his flesh had slid off. His skull gazed back at her without eyes. The sockets leaked slimy fluids, as if his eyes had exploded. Piper discovered she couldn’t care less about his gruesome fate after he’d tried to pin her down. He only had himself to blame.

The hunger had receded to the far corners of her mind. Without the lusting cloud dangling over her, she could think clearer. What she’d witnessed seemed impossible. She’d never heard of a disease that affected the body like so, but his reaction was even more unexplainable. What overcame him? It was almost like…

Her mind shot to her holiday in South Carolina, to a local with a keen interest in gardening who’d explained about a plant that attracted insects by its fruity smell.

Piper couldn’t help it. She sniffed herself, but all she could detect was sweat. Meanwhile, the hunger was building, gathering momentum once more.

She turned to the other man, who gaped at her. Shock had overridden his instinct to scream or flee. She knew he’d been peering at them, enjoying the erotic show, masturbating. She climbed off the sink, dipped her fingers into her vagina, and took a gamble.

As fast as she could, she closed the distance and planted her hand under his nose. She examined his reaction, which morphed from shock to outrage to nothing. He’d become a blank slate, a zombie to fulfill her wishes, a fly attracted to her overflowing honey.

With a grin, Piper snapped her fingers to check he was under her thrall, and, then in a wave, her hunger overwhelmed her. It raged, screaming for more nutrients until her body quivered.

She caved in to its demands, unable to withstand its urge.

With a beckon to her prey, she widened her legs and watched as he dropped to his knees and sucked with a voracious thirst. She no longer worried about the disease coursing through her. There was only hunger and she was determined to be full forever.

Her folds closed, and her fever rampaged, bubbling the honey. She devoured the meat offered inside her trap, feasting like a queen.

Once sedated, she hid the bodies in a stall. No one would pay much attention to two drunks, not until morning. She had time to party and if her body hungered again, she had a crowd to choose from.

The bouncer could be an excellent dish, after all.

About the Author:
Corinne Pollard is a disabled U.K.-based horror and dark fantasy writer, published with Black Hare Press, Carnage House, Inky Bones Press, Three Cousins Publishing, The Ravens Quoth Press, Raven Tale Publishing, A Coup of Owls Press, and The Stygian Lepus. Corinne writes reviews and the weekly newsletter for the Horror Tree. Aside from writing, Corinne enjoys metal music, visiting graveyards, and shopping for books to read.

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