by KajiraGames.
Chapter 5: Santa Mercuria
Roberta found herself standing in a puddle of blood stark naked, and being stared at by the man whose blood it was. She hadn't spilled the blood herself. So how did she get into such a situation?
Just half an hour earlier, she had been doing such normal things: reading her email, looking at the TV in her new haven, and grabbing some blood bags from the refrigerator. One of the emails invited her to the apartment block across the alley. It was signed by Mercurio, who Prince Lacroix had told her to meet.
At the door of her low-grade accomodations over the pawn shop, a homeless man accosted her. Since her activities for Jack had made her hungry again, she once again hiked up her loose mini-skirt, wrapped her smooth thighs around the bum and drank from him. It was like drinking the worst cheap wine, and she stopped as soon as she felt full, leaving him dazed.
In the street she noticed a trail of blood. "Line of luscious liquid leads me", she thought, and followed it into an apartment in the next-door block. An injured man lay on the couch there, with more blood on the floor in front of him. "Are you the winged god?" she asked.
Eventually he figured out what she meant and said "Yeah, I'm Mercurio." Roberta had been told to get some explosives from him, but he told her how he had been robbed of them, and of his money, by a human gang of drug dealers. In her cracked way, she asked him where they were.
"I'm bleedin' to death here, and ya want directions? Pretty thoughtless of ya, Missy. I feel like spankin' ya buns for that." Mercurio was affected by Roberta's unique form of Dementation that planted the same desire in everyone she met.
"Way too weak to whip, O winged one" she replied. "Spanking solicits strength. Mercury's mauled mitts mayn't make me moan".
"Okay, so I can't spank ya right now" he coughed, "but I sure do want to. Show me that sweet target for it and I might feel better, enough to tell ya where those guys hang out."
Standing in the pool of blood in front of him, Roberta turned and bent over like a naughty girl waiting for chastisement. Her skirt, as usual, was hanging well below her panty line. But this wasn't enough for Mercurio. "I mean bare", he said.
"Reveal Roberta's rump, removing rearguards?" she said indignantly. "Pummelled patient is particularly presumptuous."
"In that case, I'm feeling too injured to talk". Mercurio's coughing and groaning grew louder, not very convincingly. With a sigh, Roberta dropped her skirt and panties to the floor and bent over gain, facing away from him and presenting the full moon.
"That's it, I'm feeling a little better. Just take a few more things off and I'll feel inspired enough to overcome my injuries." Seeing no alternative if she was to get the job done, Roberta removed the rest of her clothes. "OK, turn this way, honey, give me the full picture. Ah, NOW I remember better."
"Necessitating nudity is naughty" pouted Roberta, standing fully naked with her hands on her hips. "Reveal raiders' rooms rapidly, or Roberta repasts on remaining redstuff." She showed her fangs.
A threat from a naked vampiress is still an effective threat. "All right, all right. They're in a beach-house near the pier, just go through the carpark. Jeez, that wasn't much to give a dying man was it, just a little look at the goods? Nice ass, by the way, I still want to wallop it when I'm better."
"Post procuring pilfered munitions, maybe Mercurio may", she said as she replaced her clothes and headed out to Santa Monica beach.
