Motel Hell

"It’s hardly safe here in the open," you comment, "we'd be fucked if we stay here."

""Ohhhh, yeah," you hear Angela moan quietly in the back seat. You cast her a stern look. She obviously didn't know you could hear her. "Sorry," she says, as she rubs the bed post across her breast and smoothes out her leather skirt, "when you said, 'fucked,' it just made me all tingly inside."

Melissa frowns at her sister's comments.

Trying to defuse the situation, you try to move the conversation along. "I saw a motel about two miles back, we should be able to make it there before sunset and a find a mechanic to look at the truck in the morning."

The girls agree and you pile out onto the road. Outside the tinted windows for the first time, you notice Angela squinting even in the half-light of dusk. She moves slowly, and you're unsure whether she's still lethargic from her limited exposure to the Lilith Strain or intentionally trying to delay your progress.

Even so, you make it to the motel before sundown. As only a few rays peek over the horizon, you notice that Angela seems invigorated and frisky.

The motel is actually series of cabins in various stages of disarray. It reminds you of the Shelter Mountain Inn from The Ring, only run down.

With Melissa waiting outside, Angela accompanies you to office to check in. You ring the bell and wait for the clerk. Angela rubs her body against yours as you stand at the desk. She's playful and just a little naughty as she toys with your erogenous zones without making real contact. Still, your cock grows rock hard, straining against your jeans. Angela notices the bulge in your pants and smiles.

You're about the protest when a disheveled, old man appears from the back room. His shirt hangs out over his open pants. His sparse gray hair has been pushed over his head with a hand. He stands at the counter. Two teeth are missing and his breath is atrocious, a combination of whiskey and tooth decay.

"What'd ya' want?" he asks in a loud voice.

"A room," Angela says.

"Three rooms, actually," you correct her.

"Reservation?" the old man asks.

You look around and the worn, mismatched furniture in the 'lobby' and wonder what idiot would actually make a reservation here or keep it for that matter.

Holding back you laughter at the question, you respond, "Uh, no we don't."

"Only got too rooms." The old man grunts. "All the rest 'r booked."

"Well, we'll take two then."

Opening a drawer, the man produces a pair of keys. "Cabin 7 and 8. That'll be $63.50 with the tax."

You pay for the rooms and leave. "Checkout's 11:00 am, sharp!" the old man shouts.

You meet Melissa and try to decide how you'll split up for the night.

"I'm not staying with lone with HER," Melissa protests.

"Your loss," Angela says playfully, "you're gonna miss out on all the fun!" and grabs your ass.

You don't trust Angela anymore, but it's probably better not to leave her alone.

"We'll get some food and then decide," you say, stalling for time.

You settle into one cabin and then announce that you're going to the diner across the highway for dinner. You hand the bedpost to Melissa and walk over to the restaurant.

Bad food in hand, but sustenance none the less, you find the door locked. "Angela, Melissa!" you shout as you rap at the window, "let me in!"

"Just a sec," Angela replies.

You hear the chain jingle as it is removed and the lock click at the door is opened slightly. The room is dark and you hear the shower running.

"Angela what happened to the ...." you begin to say, but you're tackled before you can finish your question. The bags of food fall to the floor and you follow. Angela is on top of you and naked, save the sharp heels that dig into you thighs as she straddles your body.

With incredible strength, she lifts you off the floor and throws you onto the bed. In the darkness, you feel Melissa next to you, she's naked as well, wet and bound securely to the bed. You quickly surmise that she'd been taking a shower when Angela grabbed her. Melissa shivers from the chill and whimpers in fear.

You rise to defend yourself and Melissa but are quickly shoved back down. Angela speedily ties you to the bed as well. In the dim light, you can see that she still appears human, but her actions are most definitely not.

"Let me explain something to you two," Angela whispers in a seductive voice, "I made myself cum just at dawn. By that time I wanted it soooo bad. I wanted to change. I wanted to be a succubus!

"But it wasn't enough. I couldn't push myself over the edge. And when the sun rose, I knew there wasn't enough energy to change me. So I've been horny all fuckin' day, just waiting for the night and my chance to cum again! Nothing's gonna stop me this time. And it’s gonna feel soooo fuckin' good!

"And one of you're gonna help me!" Angela says as she begins to tear your clothes away.

"Now, I know you're horny," Angela says as she looks at your erect cock. "But," she turns to Melissa, "they always said '**** is best!

"Now, someone's gonna fuck me until I cum. Who's it gonna be?"