Bitches and Beasts

Jack could see a smile creep across the siren's lips. It pulled at the corners of her mouth dangerously, deviously. There were gears turning behind her glowing amber eyes, working out the situation before her, hands coming to pet and caress her massive Skags that gathered before her.

The heathens were going wild, spitting, jumping, dancing...shouting crazed things so loudly it had already began to sting Jack's ears.

Her hair was shining blue, with parted bangs in the front and short cropped in the back.

Her feminine form came into the light slowly, displaying that she was lacking all clothing. A massive head dress that looked to be made of skag spines crowned her head, and a thick necklace of teeth hung around her neck. Her tattoos twisted down her form like wild blue vines, power radiating from them like electricity. If Jack hadn't been so afraid for his life, he'd have taken a moment to admire the gorgeous woman.

What the hell was that siren's name?

Jack racked his brain, trying to remember what her name was.

He'd looked over her file hundreds of times after thinking he'd killed her off.

What the fuck was it?

Maya.

The name hit him like a ton a bricks.

Maya was her name.

Maya the Siren.

Maya outstretched her arm slowly, gracefully, extending toward the crowd of bandits.

The roar of the crowd intensified with the small movement from their "mother".

And then opened her mouth to speak.

"BRING FORTH THE FIRST SACRIFICE!" She bellowed over the deafening crowd.

Two masked wild men broke free from the crowd.

They were massive. Bigger than most the rest.

Jack looked on in horror as they grabbed the first man of the line by his arms.

He screamed in protest, kicking, struggling, thrashing like a fish right out of water.

His yells echoed in Jack's ears.

The big men dragged him mercilessly.

He begged for mercy as they did so. Begging to the siren, fear rising in his voice. Maya looked on with cold eyes, a small smile clinging to her thin, blue lips.

The three skags turned now, to face the man being dragged their way.

He tried to brace his feet in the dirt, tried to worm away from the heathen's grip but his efforts were useless.

The men then pushed him forward, letting go of him roughly, causing him him to tumble forward onto his hands and knees.

He lifted up slowly, leaning on his knees alone.

Jack was pretty sure the man was crying. He could see the glint of liquid on his cheeks in the orange glow of the fire.

Jack could feel his heartbeat in his ears, his pulse racing, body coming undone as he watched. All he could do was watch.

The feeble man sat there, on his knees, in the dirt...as the three Skags approached.

Stalking toward him slowly, intelligently assessing the puny human.

Sniffing him, growls rumbling up through their throats like purrs.

They circled around him now, like sharks to fresh blood in the water.

The crowd fell silent.

Not a sound was to be heard from the bandits now. They stood still, watching, waiting, with baited breath.

The only sound was the pitiful sobs of the kneeling man.

Nothing moved, nothing even seemed to breath.

There was just the skags, and the crowd, and the man. All standing still...

And then it happened.

The shock skag lurched forward and with one snap of its massive jaws it took the man's head clean off.

Jack gasped involuntarily.

The man's headless body slumped to the ground in a limp head, spilling glinting red liquid onto the soft sand.

As soon as it hit the ground the other two skags lunged for it.

They tore the body to pieces. Guts strung between them, pulling them apart, fighting over the tender pieces. The body was not enough to share between the three enormous beasts. It was gone within seconds.

The crowd erupted into wild cheers.

Several heathens ran forward and began to dance around the flames, screaming towards the heavens, raising their hands up in celebration.

Jack felt the heavy fear overtaking him.

It shook him down to his core, eating away at him like a deep rot.

He was a sacrifice.

A fucking human sacrifice.

They were going to feed him to those hulking Skags all in the name of their mother goddess, the siren.

Well how fucking ironic was this?

Jack was going to meet his end at the hands of the siren he thought he'd fucking killed.

Fuck.

Maya raised her thin arms skyward, leaning her head back powerfully.

"YOUR BEAST MOTHER HAS SPOKEN! THE FIRST SACRIFICE IS INSUFFICIENT! BRING FORTH THE SECOND!" Maya yelled to the seething crowd, her eyes glowering wildly.

The two men fetched the second man.

This one didn't kick and scream. He just went. Accepting his fate, knowing he stared death in the face.

He stood there like a stone statue as the Skags came forward, blood lulling over their jaws like ribbons.

They ate him too.

Quick and messily just like the first.

Ripping his flesh apart with ease, staining the sand with fresh liquid and innards.

One by one they fetched the other men.

And one by one, they were all devoured.

Until there was but one left.

Jack.

The siren who had dubbed herself "Beast Mother" now looked down upon him from the platform.

She motioned for the men to bring him forth.

Jack could see their shadows approaching him from behind. He felt all the oxygen leave his lungs, no matter how bad he wanted to, he couldn't breath.

Their hands were rough and battle worn as they slunk around Jack's arms.

He didn't struggle, he was too dazed and terrified to even try.

He put one foot in front of the other mechanically.

His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he approached the blood stained spot in the sand.

The men left him there.

Abandoned him.

He was alone.

Standing before the hushed heathens.

Standing before the three Skags.

Standing before the...Beast Mother.

And then, the massive beasts began toward him.

Each step seemed to echo through Jack's ears.

He could hear them coming, see them coming, smell them coming.

The scent of fresh blood and guts was heavy in the air, heavy on the beasts' breath.

Jack swallowed hard as the first one neared.

The corrosive one.

It's face was inches from Jack's.

Jack could smell the rot from its gullet, bubbling up through his teeth, washing over Jack's senses.

Jack met eyes with his death.

The small black orbs rolled in the creatures head. Observant, smart, understanding.

Toxic drool oozed down over its bottom lip and it pooled in the sand just a few inches from Jack's bare feet.

Jack took in a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes.

When it came, he didn't want to see it.

He just hoped it was quick and painless.

Just let it be quick...

Seconds passes...minutes passed...and nothing happened.

Jack cracked open one eyelid, the beast was still there, just staring, unmoving.

Jack let the breath go slowly, confusion spreading across his masked face.

What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly, the beast moved.

Jack flinched, expecting it to come for him...but instead...it just laid down before him.

The other two followed suit.

There was not a sound to be had across the clearing.

Everything, was silent.

Jack's eyes flicked up to the siren, she looked on with considerate eyes, soaking in the moment blankly.

Jack couldn't breath, couldn't move...

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Maya outstretched her arms once more, the large headdress swaying with the movement.

"The beast mother...has chosen." She breathed viciously, a wide smile cracking across her plump lips.

Jack feels his knees go weak.

They wobbled as if threatening to go out.

Did this mean he wasn't going to be torn apart by skags?

Or did it just mean he got a much worse, slower death.

Jack felt sick at the thought.

"MOTHER HAS CHOSEN! ALL HAIL THE BEAST MOTHER!" The heathens cheered wildly.

"Bring the chosen one to me." Maya commanded over the cheers and instantly the two big men were back.

They ushered Jack past the unmoving skags, the beasts watching with curiosity glittering in their small eyes.

Jack felt numb as the brought him toward the enormous platform. He stood in it's shadow, but a small man facing a goddess of another world.

"Cut him lose." Maya barked flicking her wrist gracefully.

The way she moved was like the flames of a fire, swaying, flickering, moving.

The man on the left brought a dagger to Jack's bindings and cut them off with a swift motion.

Jack brought his freed arms around to his front, rubbing his wrists slowly. They were sore from the tight bindings, blood rushing back to them after being numb for so many hours.

"Come forth chosen one." The siren whispered viciously, beckoning Jack toward her.

Jack looked at the stairs hesitantly, but for fear of what may happen if he didn't listen...he obeyed.

The marble stairs were cold beneath his feet, toes connecting with the smooth surface.

He dragged fresh blood onto the white material, bringing it up from the sand where the other men fell.

Maya looked on with fond eyes, narrowed and fierce in her sockets.

Jack was sure he'd never looked upon anything more frightening...or more gorgeous.

His legs were unsteady as they carried him up the large steps.

His eyes met with the Siren's glowering orbs.

He downcast his eyes immediately.

For a moment it really did feel like he was standing in the presence of a goddess.

He felt small next to her.

And it took a whole hell of a lot to make the Hyperion CEO feel small.

Jack took a slow step onto the top of the platform and stood silently before Maya.

He was far taller than her, even with her towering headdress.

The siren looked Jack up and down with slow, sweeping eyes.

Soaking him in, accessing him, studying him.

Maya raised her slender hand slowly, only to tenderly press her fingertips against Jack's left peck.

Her fingers were soft, not worn like a bandits should be.

Jack sucked in a heavy breath as she touched him.

Somehow it was not menacing.

There was no intention of harm behind the touch.

Jack could hear the noises of the crowd behind his turned back.

He could see the shadows flickering over the platform as more heathens began to dance around the fire, whooping and hollering, singing and chanting.

"AND THE BEAST MOTHER SAID DRINK MY CHILDREN!" Maya suddenly cheered to the dancing crowd.

Jack hadn't noticed the large tubs of liquid set around the circle until now.

The bandits one after the other, cupped their hands, and dipped them into the large tubs. They greedily brought the liquid to their mouths and slurped it down. Fluid dribbled down their chins and throats, only adding to their wild nature.

Their laughter rose above the clearing like wild animals.

Jack cringed at the sight.

The heathens were becoming wilder, dancing loosely now, drunkly.

Whatever that stuff was...it was taking effect on the bandits very quickly.

Jack turned away from the strange scene to face the siren again.

She walked toward him, small wooden bowl in hand, grin on her perfect face widening.

Jack gulped.

"Drink with me chosen one." She whispered offering the bowl to Jack.

Jack looked down at the sloshing liquid hesitantly.

"Siren...Maya, what the hell are you doing out here?" Jack whispered to the women.

He figured it was a long shot to communicate with the siren, but what the hell did he have to lose.

For all he knew that shit was poison.

Might as well try to stall it.

The siren looked at him with confused eyes.

"I know nothing of this Maya. You talk nonsense human." She snarled looking at Jack as if he were daft.

"You're a vault hunter. Your supposed to be fighting for Pandora with your little buddies, so why the hell are you here?" Jack pressed.

"I am the mother of all beasts. I am not this Vault Hunter you speak of." She insisted.

Jack sighed.

She seriously had a screw lose of something...maybe the train explosion...

It had to be.

Maybe the impact had scrambled her brain a little...and well... left her thinking she was some cult leader.

Had to be.

What else could explain all this shit?

She had to be a little on the crazy side.

Along with the rest of these idiots.

"Now drink." She pushed darkly.

Jack knew by the tone in her voice that it was a matter of drink the unknown substance...or die.

He'd made it this far alive...and he didn't want to fuck that up now.

Jack took the bowl from Maya's small hands.

As he brought it to his lips, he could smell it.

Whatever it was...it was strong.

Jack tilted it to his mouth and drank as he was commanded.

It burned his throat as if he were drinking fire.

Jack dropped the bowl, clenching his throat, coughing at the awful taste of the stuff.

Maya seemed to be pleased with the male's reaction.

Jack felt it as the substance hit his stomach.

The effects were almost instant.

Jack suddenly felt like his body was becoming lighter than the norm.

Like parts of him were fading away.

He looked down to make sure all his limbs were still attached. They were there...but they felt so...light. Like ghostly appendages.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his collarbone.

Maya's fingers were splayed out across his body, touching there softly.

Jack felt less worried about the crazy woman before him.

He smiled stupidly at her as she ghosted her fingers along his muscles.

Her fingers were talented little beasts. Feathering down his chest, down his torso, feeling every swell of muscle in his tight abdomen.

Jack sighed and the sound came out louder than he'd meant it to.

He felt...blurred.

Like a charcoal drawing someone had run their hand over. Smudged and fuzzy.

His head was no longer coursing with thoughts of how this could possibly lead to his own type of sacrifice like the other men. No. Now there were only slow, lazy thoughts, none he could really grasp onto for more than a few seconds.

He felt...amazing.

The siren seemed pleased with his now drug induced state.

"On your knees." She commanded to Jack, he lips inches from his ear, her warm breath pouring down his throat.

Jack groaned out breathily.

God her voice...

Her voice was like a silken blanket wrapping around his every inch.

Jack did as he was told.

If Jack had looked upon himself right now...he wouldn't have even recognized this man.

Handsome Jack, on his knees before a bandit?

It was unheard of.

But Jack, for the moment, did not care.

As he sank to his willing knees, Jack's eyes flicked to the side to view the motions of the wild cult.

They moved in large slow circles, all steps were lazy, voices were much more lethargic. They were touching each other, some falling to the ground in fits of animalistic need. Rutting against each other, fucking in the sand. So many of them, pass each other along for the next. The men fucked the wild women ruthlessly. The men fucked the men. The women fucked the women. The clearing had become a mass drug induced sex pit.

Normally Jack would have been disgusted, but somehow in his current state, the actions were not out of the ordinary. It all felt so...right.

So raw and untamed.

So wild.

Jack licked his lips slowly.

He half wished he were part of that. Fucking one bandit after the other. Fucking as many as he could possibly get his dick into.

His flaccid cock twitched in interest at the disturbing thought.

His kneecaps bit the hard marble flooring as he kneeled there before the siren. She looked down at his new position with clear amusement. She praised him with her body language.

She swayed to him, her body moving like a ship at sea. Her glorious hips rocking side to side with her every step. Jack was hypnotized by her.

His eyes sparkled with drunk admiration.

Finally she stood inches from him.

Jack looked up at the siren with glassy eyes, a small, drugged smile clinging to his lips like drapes.

The siren ran her hand's up his face, feeling the mask beneath them, then through Jack's swooped hair.

It was soft beneath her fingers as she parted the hairs, scraped her nails against his scalp.

Jack let loose a pitiful, helpless moan, expression his pleasure in the action.

He wanted her to drag those nails down his entire body. Down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach. He wanted to bleed under those perfect nails.

Then suddenly she grabbed a fist full of Jack's hair.

She was so rough.

Jack groaned.

Yes...please...he thought uselessly.

Maya yanked his head forward and pushed his mouth to her hot mound, without words forcefully ordering him to pleasure her.

Jack needed no more orders than that.

He groaned against her mound, eyes lulling closed, muffled by her body.

Jack rolled his tongue out, running it along the sirens clit.

Her fingers tightened into his hair at the touch.

He extended his tongue further, lapping at her outside, her lips, her surroundings.

Maya arched her back ever so slightly as his tongue explored her.

She wanted more...she wanted his lithe tongue inside.

And as if he knew, Jack obeyed.

Jack pushed his tongue into the sirens already wet entrance.

He pressed his nose against her clit, taking in a deep, heavy breath.

God her scent.

He held it in, savoring it in his lungs.

She smelled like musk, and earth and spices.

Jack moaned against her and she bucked up to him.

His tongue swirled inside her, coating her walls with his saliva, tasting every inch of her hot inside.

He could stay there forever, worshipping her womanhood with his mouth.

God it was so fucking good.

Jack was now aware of his own bodies reactions to the deed at hand.

He could feel himself swelling with arousal, blood rushing so quickly to his cock it made him dizzy.

He groaned lowly as his erection grew, standing alert and on end, throbbing for attention.

But he couldn't pull himself from pleasuring her, he could only focus on her, and her alone.

His own predicament could wait.

He leaned his neck forward, pushing his tongue in as far as he possibly could, he wanted inside her, wanting nothing more. Just wanted to please her, give her all the ecstasy he could.

He was bathed in blue light as the sirens tattoos glowed brighter, as if sparked alive by Jack's moving tongue.

He murmured against her, lost in the pleasures of her body.

Her taste was so powerful.

So thick, and rich, and sweet.

Jack couldn't get enough of it.

He just wanted to bury himself within her.

Her fluids and his own saliva ran down his sharp chin, dripping slowly onto his chest. He was putty at her feet, ready to be molded however she so wished.

Maya shuddered against him, her body lurching forward.

She tilted her head back slowly, mouth agape in pleasure.

Her tattoos were fire over her skin, bright and warm.

Yes...Jack thought dazedly.

Come for me...

Maya's hand gripped tighter, winding into Jack's hair almost painfully.

And with a loud breathy moan Jack could feel her contracting around him.

She pressed forward, knees weakened by the on come of her deep orgasm.

Jack had never heard anything more delicious in all the days that he had lived. Her lungs giving forth to wild, shameless moans that seemed to echo off the cliff walls.

She was so loud, and uncaring, falling to pieces at her pleasures peak.

And finally, she slowly loosened her grip on Jack's scalp.

She leaned Jack's head away from her, deviously slowly.

A small string of saliva dribbled off his lip, and he looked at her with lazy eyes.

"I am pleased with your performance so far chosen one." The siren mused lazily.

Jack could only sigh in response, words failing him miserably.