Blood Red Ch 1
#1 of Blood Red
Title: Blood Red
Author: BelleDraco (aka xandervampsgirl over at LJ)
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The perils of working in a small coffee shop alone... at least if you happen to be a charater of mine...
Belle leaned against the counter top at the small coffee shop she worked in and sighed a very bored sigh. Her coworker had left an hour ago and she still had two and a half hours to go. And she was bored. Oh, so very bored. She'd brought two mangas to read, but she'd finished those on her lunch. Those things were always such a short read. Now the only things to occupy her were the pre closing procedures, like wrapping the pastries up and cleaning the display case, and the annoying salesmen. Her little coffee shop was at the back of a car dealership, and the sales people always treated her like their own personal cafeteria, which she wasn't, and it was really starting to get on her nerves.
"No, you cannot have a fork for free. You didn't buy your food here, ya cheap skate," Belle whispered to herself, while smiling at a customer that was walking by. She knew she probably looked just a little bit insane, but that was okay. Maybe it would keep the obvious idiot at bay.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Two hours later, after she had closed the gate and set out the coffee, she was counting out the cash register when she heard an odd sound from the back room of the shop. It sounded like the 'plink plink' of something dripping into the large metal sinks. She couldn't imagine what it could be, unless the pot-sprayer had sprung another leak.
"I'll just finish this, then go back there and... tighten something... or whatever," she muttered to herself, and continued to count the meager funds in the drawer. She had a habit of talking to herself when there wasn't anyone there in the afternoons. It got rather lonely.
Soon, the dripping in the back room became a splashing while Belle wasn't paying attention, like the sink had gotten clogged and had started to fill.
When Belle finished with the drawer, satisfied that it was as even as it was going to get, grabbed the pitcher of leftover iced tea to dump, and went to investigate the dripping sink. What she found however was not a broken spray head. Instead, she saw a sink almost full to the brink with dark red ichor, with a steady stream of the stuff dripping from a broken tile in the ceiling.
At first, Belle thought it might be blood, but she could see as it continued to drip into the brimming sink that it was much too viscous to be blood. It had to be something else, because it almost looked... gelatinous.
The now frightened barista set the iced tea pitcher on the counter next to the sink and, almost as if hypnotized, slowly dipped the fingers of one hand into the sink.
When she drew her hand back, the substance clung to her skin like thick slime, coating her fingers in opaque red goo.
"Blech!" Belle exclaimed and shook her hand, trying to rid herself of the stuff, but she only managed to fling a gob onto her apron. "Ew. Someone, please tell me why I just did that?"
She wiped her hand in her apron, took the thing off and tossed it in the laundry. "Now how am I supposed to drain it?" By this time, the center sink was over flowing with red goop and the other two were starting to fill as well.
"Where is this coming from?" She leaned against the sinks and tried to look up through the broken tile, but all she could see was darkness. She did notice, however, that the flow of... stuff has at last started to wane, and was now barely a trickle. But she was still stuck with three sinks full of blood red goop. How was she supposed to clean this mess up? Belle looked over at the shelf with all the cleaning products on it and got an idea.
She grabbed a spray bottle of Comet cleaner with bleach. It worked on practically everything else in the shop, why not goopy red substance of an indeterminate nature?
But just as she was raising the bottle to wield, something happened that her brain didn't even want to comprehend at first.
A tendril of the red slime rose, too quickly for her to really see, from the sink and wrapped around Belle's wrist and squeezed hard, forcing her nerveless hand to drop the bottle of cleaner. Before she could even draw breath to scream, a thick pillar of goo shot form the basin, shoving her back against the wall behind her. Its choking grip dragged her up the wall until she was suspended from its gooey arm, her feet dangling below. Gasping for breath, Belle tried to grab the thing, but her hand only sunk into it and came away coated in the bloody red slime. More slime surged up the trails from it to Belle's hand and pinned it to the wall and did the same to her other already restrained hand. The 'arm' of goo holding Belle in place started to pulse and surge as it pulled its bulk from the sink and spread over and around the poor dragon's body, plastering her to the wall. Soon she was almost completely unable to move. The disgusting goop seeped beneath her clothes and she could feel it coating her skin form neck to tail.
It was only when she felt the slime tighten and squeeze her small breasts that Belle realized what it wanted from her. Her Eyes widened in terror and her lips parted in a silent scream, but only choked gasps escaped.
If only she could scream! Most of the salesmen were still in the building, just through that unlocked door, just a few feet away. If only she could alert someone that she was still there, glued to the wall, just out of sight of passerby, mutely struggling.
And Apparently about to be raped by a glob of blood red slime. A rather large and, uh, lively glob, but still.
Now the thing was seeping under her work pants, and she felt it undo her belt and then her fly, then her pants were sliding down her legs of their own accord and plopping wetly onto the floor. Then the goo started on her underwear. She didn't hear them join her pants on the floor, though, because her mind was elsewhere. The slime had released its grip on her throat and Belle tried to scream, but she only got a mouthful of goop, leaving her frantically gasping for breath through her nose. Just as her breathing had quieted down a bit, she squealed behind the impromptu gag as a nub of slime flicked over her clitoris. When the nub turned into more of a shaft and started to rapidly fuck her hole, she did more than just squeal.
The slime in her mouth solidified into a shaft as well and began to thrust into her mouth, cutting off her air at the deepest. Then she silently screamed and wriggled as she felt a third shaft at her ass, easily gaining entrance because of its slimy surface acting as the perfect lube.
With all three shafts working in and out of her in a perfect three part rhythm, plus a smaller tendril continually flicking back and forth over her sweet spot, it wasn't long before Belle was trembling and spasming in pleasure. Tears streamed from her eyes and down her cheeks, but she wasn't sure anymore whether they were from pain or pleasure.
Finally, the feelings came to a peak. Belle trembled on the edge for just a moment, then she was coming. The gooey member in Belle's mouth had stilled and was now only muffling the blissed-out dragon's tired moans. The thing slipped from her lips and she just panted quietly for a few moments, then her head lolled to the side as she lost consciousness.
Belle awoke suddenly, gasping for breath. She quickly looked around and realized she was still at work. "What. The. Hell." She looked up at the cieling, but all the tiles were still intact. "Was it a dream?" she mused to herself. She gave a start and looked at her watch. "How long was I asleep?" when she cursed "Too long! Emmie's waiting for me, and I still have to mop!" She quickly finished her duties, grabbed the garbage bag to toss on her way out, and locked the door, the "dream" temporarily forgotten. She didn't see her still soiled apron in the hamper, or the pinkish stain left on the back of her pant leg.