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Fred
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Posted: Sat Aug 2nd, 2008 03:01 am |
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I adopted two young people in Liberia recently and today I was taking two parcels that I wanted to send them with back to school supplies and toiletries to the Liberian shipper in a run down section of Philadelphia. While I was there I thought I'd run down a lead on 54th street and Wynnefield to see if I could get a handle on a recent disappearance that landed in my lap. But, let me go back a day.
Sitting in my office in G'burg cutting divots in my big, wooden desk with one of my stilettos, I noticed that the newspaper said our gubmint reported that a high ranking Al Qaeda operative had been killed in Afghanistan. The only problem for me and my fabulous memory was that we had killed the same cracker named Al Masri who they had also reported as having killed in 2006. I was thinking to myself as I pushed back my fedora that things were getting pretty bad when the hopheads in the White Outhouse couldn't keep track of their own lies. I thought I should rent out Velda as a press secretary to the prez as she has never had any problems keeping my lies and alibies straight.
Just as I was carving an outline of my brass knuckles on the desk,Velda comes right in with this really, pretty college co-ed looking thing. Man, I could have just eaten her up literally. She had that soft looking skin and pretty features that just drive me nuts. You know the look, innocent but proud looking face with eyes that stare right into your soul. I can't imagine what she was seeing in mine. Judging by the expression on her face it must have not been a pretty sight.
This little blonde had two perfect blue eyes. I've got to say that I know as a woman grows older, if she's allowed to, that her eyes get closer together and her nose gets bigger. So, you look at a girl to make sure she has wide set eyes and a petite nose. Failing to do that can make you wind up with a woman that looks like a cross between a bassett hound and a gorilla if you stay with them long enough. Then I thought, no, girls with big noses are sex fiends, as I’ve found out. Make a mental note for future reference.
Anyway, I was thinking all of this in a matter of seconds as I was looking her up and down and taking note that she had a really nice, firm body and long muscular legs. It being hot and all she was dressed in shorts and a top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I wanted to grunt but I was raised better than that as you probably have realized by now.
Velda cleared her throat in that cute little way she has when she’s reading my mind.
“This young lady is a student at Gettysburg College. She’s worried about her roommate whose been missing for a few days.”
I was thinking that even though Gettysburg College is a place where Senators and rich men send their sons and daughters that it was unusual for a student to have the goods.
I interjected, “Does she know how mu…”. Velda interrupted me with a raised forefinger.
“She just gave me $1500 for three days. I told her we’d refund what we didn’t spend.”
Chuckling inside myself I thought, ‘silly Velda knows I don’t give refunds.’
“Oh, okay”, I said, half embarrassed. “So, I’ll have to ask you a few questions about your roommate’s habits and friends and stuff and I’ll get right on it. As you can see I’m not overly busy right now. I drove the stiletto in the desk and just let it stick. I’ve got very bad housekeeping habits.
The babe and a half just stared at the knife. I thought I saw a glint of something in her eyes when she looked at the blade but she snapped out of it pretty quick.
“I’m not paying you to find my roommate. I know where she was last and I know she hasn’t come out yet. What I want to know is what it is she’s disappeared into.”
I pulled the brow of my hat down over my eyes and stroked my goat. “I’m not real good at riddles, little lady…”
“My name’s Ellie.” She interrupted.
“Yeah, well, I don’t understand what you want. Your roommate is missing and you are worried about her but you don’t want to know where she is because you think you know but what you really want is to know more about what she’s gotten herself into. This is just fucking goofy, if you’ll pardon my Croatian.”
I caught her staring at the knife again. She was clutching something in her hand, a booklet, or magazine. She thrust it toward me after she caught herself being stared at by me as she stared at the knife.
I looked over it very carefully. Wow, was it a hot item. This magazine was what necrobabes would be if it was necroporn. Not that I belong to those sites, much, but there was a lot of artwork depicting women being raped and murdered in various cruel ways, and then apparently being eaten. It wasn’t like a commercial magazine with a cover page and all but just a collection of really good artists’ renderings of very attractively drawn women being offed after being used badly.
Looking up I saw a thin bead of sweat on Ellie’s upper lip.
“Well, Miss Clampett, what do you think of this?” She didn’t get the old TV show joke so I moved on, looking over the ‘magazine’ carefully. There, on the lower back was a sort of label with an address that said 4323 Wynnefield Street, Philadelphia under a name I couldn’t make out.
“It was Linda’s. I mean, it is Linda.” Mental note, Ellie knows more than she’s saying. “There is a building on Middle Street she went to almost every night. She brought this back one night.”
I got Ellie’s phone number and address and told her I’d be in touch in a couple of hours. I needed to find out some things. First, I called Carl.
“Hellooooooo.” Carl said like he was being called by a friend from the set of ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire’.
“Carl, you dick, its me, Jack.”
“Oh, hi Jack.” He sounded disappointed. “And how do you want to ruin this day for me?”
“Now, why would you say that?”
“Jack, I had a billionaire from the UAE and some of his friends coming over here for a special meal and you snaked the chicken right out of my pot.”
I chuckled. “Carl, she was a Senator’s daughter. He paid me to keep her alive more than you would have paid me to kill her and let your greasy pals eat her.”
“Nevertheless…..alright, what do you want?”
“Carl, what are you doing in Middle Street?”
Dead silence. “Nothing. What are you talking about?” He seemed sincere.
“Carl, you are as lost as a goose in a horse race. Are you running any dinners on Middle Street?”
“No! Of course not, and how could I without you knowing about it?”
I hung up and scratched my head. What was going on over there? I decided to go talk to my pal down at the borough police office, Sgt. Neiderer. I walked into the police station still eating the Chinese food I had bought at Chinatown Kitchen, my favorite, vegetable fired rice. You got to do what you can to keep that girlish figure.
Neiderer doesn’t like me. He didn’t even look up from his racing form.
“What do you want, Ridley?” He barked.
“I wanted to know if you had had any word on some dinners being run on Middle Street.”
“No. Tell your well heeled friends their evil deeds on Steinwehr Avenue are safe as long as I get what I want,” He said too abruptly and then, “Now, get out.”
“Awww, Sgt. Neiderer, are you having a bad day?”
“Fuck you, Ridley.”
“Stand in line, Sarge. Stand in line”, I said as I walked out the door.
I went to Ellie’s rented house off the Biglerville Road. She was getting some sun on the upstairs deck off of her bedroom and she was getting it naked. Wowie Zowie, what a hot little body, all oiled up and looking ready for the spit. Oops, did I say that?
She motioned me to sit down in a chair next to her blanket. Her breasts were like two melons with hard nipples just begging to be bitten off. Her stomach was flat and her thighs looked solid AND soft. She wasn’t even the least bit embarrassed that I saw her that way. So, I took that liberty and stared, hard.
“Ellie, no one seems to know anything about any house on Middle Street where one would find a magazine like the one you gave me.”
She looked away. “Then why don’t you go there yourself. Something’s happening tomorrow night. Something happens every Friday night.”
“Well, I’ve got to go to Philly tomorrow. I thought I’d check out the address on the mag. Give me the house number and I’ll check it out. Might not be anything to it.”
She looked at me carefully. “Mr. Ridley, I want to go with you.”.
“I don’t think I like that idea, Ellie.”
She moved over to where I was sitting, kind of slowly and slinkily, like a snake. Her lips were open and she was licking them with that little pink tongue. She reached in between my knees and started massaging my crotch.
“Please, Mr. Ridley. I’ve paid you. I want to see what they’re doing in there. See what they did to Linda.”
As she unbuttoned my pants I said, “How do you know anything was done to Linda?” I caught my breath in my throat as she took my knob out and started stroking it. She looked up at me.
“I just know it.” Then she lowered her wet, little open mouth on me and began to suck. Man, was it good. Afterwards, I kissed her soft little cum drenched lips and resigned myself that I was going to get my suit greasy.
She took me into her bedroom and as I was taking my clothes off I thought what a nice job this is and I sure hope she is eighteen for real. We had a real nice afternoon. I especially enjoyed it when, as I was using a vibrating dildo on her she cried out, “Pull your knife out, Mr. Ridley!” I pulled the stiletto off the floor out of my pants.
“Touch me with it, touch me everywhere.” She panted. I assumed she meant open, so I popped it. I raked the blade over her lips and throat and nipples and breasts and belly and thighs and I swear she came and came hard without me touching her with anything else. She was hot as fire. I knew I had a prospect here. I just had to make sure it wasn’t a setup.
She was just a good, hot, box of dripping, wet sex, that Ellie.
So, anyway, while I was in Philly I stopped by the house whose address was on the mag. It was a burnout. Apart from a crackhead who tried to rob me that I had to take care of with my sap there was no one there. Just as I figured.
Here I was, back in G’burg and waiting on Ellie. She looked like a million bucks. She was to be my “date” tonight to the house on Middle Street. We were going to find out what was going on. I was packing my Llama, stiletto, brass knuckles, and sap. I also had a little bag of drugs, just in case.
Ellie showed me the door to the house that Linda had frequented. It was just someone’s house, nothing special. She took me around to the back of this 1800’s Federal style home and she knocked on the door. I laced my brass knucks while she knocked. This greaseball came to the door and looked at her and said, “Who the fuck are you?”. Then this greaseball made the mistake of looking at me. A gleam of recognition came into his eyes. I cold cocked him. He slumped against the door and slid down to the ground.
“Why did you do that?” Ellie said, shocked.
“Don’t worry about it.” I brushed her question aside and grabbed her hand and dragged her inside. “Come on, we don’t want to alert anyone else.”
She seemed like she understood and got right into the secret squirrel mode, tiptoeing along behind me. I walked through a couple of doors and then found a flight of stairs. Down we went slowly. The stairs were solid and barely made a sound. We went through a very thick door that closed behind us with a thud. We were in a room lit only by candelight. There was a table like an old fashioned boxer’s exercise table, padding and all.
There were also several long poles, pointed like spears. In the center of the room was a slope to a drain. Hooks hung from the ceiling. No one was there. Ellie pressed behind me.
“What is this place, Mr. Ridley?” I could smell her perfume and her sweet breath.
“This is the room where we fucked, gutted, prepped, and cooked Linda, Ellie.” I said as I turned and grabbed her tight, ready to knock her out to keep her from escaping. But, she didn’t try to escape. In fact, she moaned and leaned into me, rubbing her body against me.
“I know, Mr. Ridley. I knew when I came to see you. She said she was meeting you every night. She told me about the things you did to her. Didn’t you realize that I just wanted a taste yesterday? Now, I want the real thing. Please, Mr. Ridley, do to me what you did to Linda. I want to be meat, to be food.”
I had been right about this bitch. She was turned on by the whole death thing. She was setting me up while I was setting her up. This was what she wanted all along but we both knew that she couldn’t just ask for it.
She started to take her clothes off. I didn’t need to do anything but watch. She then climbed up on the padded table. She placed her head on a cushion that was part of the padding. “Mr. Ridley, please kill me. Please. I want you to kill me and eat me. Gut me and take out my insides and put things in me to make me taste good. Please, Mr. Ridley, I’ve dreamed of this my whole life.”
I rubbed her breasts, her stomach, and then stroked her soft, wet thighs.
“Death hurts, Ellie. Its not pleasant.”
“I don’t care. You know what to do. I want to be your meat.”.
I took out a syringe and gave her several doses of the local in her stomach. She winced. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take this raw. I kissed her.
“I’m starting to feel numb, Mr. Ridley. My belly, I can’t feel it.”
I positioned her head so she could see her stomach. “So, just watch, Ellie. This is what you’ve been waiting for.”
I took the stiletto and made an incision in her belly just at the tip of the solar plexus and began cutting all the way down to her mons. Blood was pouring out on to Ellie and onto the table. She watched in amazement as her body was opened up. I pulled the flesh aside so she could see her insides. Her eyes were full of wonder. I began touching her organs, especially her tender, delicate female organs, those she would never use now.
“Mr. Ridley, am I dying?” Her lips were starting to quiver, her face going pale, as she was going into shock.
“Yes, Ellie.” Her blood was covering the floor. My shoes were ruined.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me, to my body.” Her thighs were a mix of blood and secretions as she was getting hot thinking about what was happening to her.
“Once you’re dead. Or maybe just before, I’m going to have somebody gut you, and we’re going to clean you out and fill you with condiments after running a spit through your ass, and your body, and then out of your mouth. We’ll tie your hands and feet. Then we’ll cover you in oils and place you over a fire, slowly cooking you until you’re very tender. “
“Then, some very rich friends of mine who are tired of Carl and Sgt. Neiderer’s game across town, are going to sit down to eat this pretty young girl that I promised them. They liked Linda and you’re going to be even better.” I rubbing my hand along her soft legs.
Ellie was starting to slide into unconsciousness. She smiled. She moved her hips like she wanted to fuck. “Oh, god, that is so good. Mr. Ridley, I want you to eat me. Will you masturbate while I’m cooking or while you’re eating my flesh.”
“Yes, Ellie, I’ll be thinking of fucking you yesterday. How good it was. How good you are now.”
I was losing her. “Good, she said softly and weakly, good.” She went under, her lids slightly and her lips parted.
Carlos came stumbling in rubbing his jaw. “Why the fuck did you hit me?” I motioned him out. “Give me a few minutes”.
He left us alone. Her breathing was still faint. I carefully started taking my suit off. Before I called the guys in to prepare her there was no point in letting her go to waste. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her sweet tits, and even her gaping wound were mine now to use before they started preparing her.
She would have wanted it that way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16th, 2008 12:52 am |
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| I liked the twist towards the end. I always find it interesting when the victim wants it just as badly as the "attacker". It gives it a nice spin on the whole idea.
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