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Posted: Sat Aug 9th, 2008 10:34 pm |
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The depression of 2009 really hit Gettysburg hard. It’s a town dependent upon tourists that passed from frontier outpost to middle America meaningless without even a passing glance at civilization. So, now, without the tourists and without money the grim reality of a town full of old buildings and desperate people set in on the residents.
That was when I got myself arrested by the State Police who had nothing better to do than arrest drug dealers and try to solve cold case murders. So, there I was, coming out of my office when they slapped the cuffs on me and took me to the joint where I awaited interrogation. I was relieved of my .380, my blackjack, brass knuckles, and stiletto. They removed my hat and my belt and put me in the sweatbox where they planned on making me beg them to let me confess. Who did they think they were dealing with, kids?
A burly State Trooper detective came in with a much smaller sidekick and sat down at the table across from me. The darkness of the room was only illuminated by a single light above the table. I was handcuffed to my chair.
“Trooper, uncuff this man.” He said to his little friend who moved to free my hands.
I said, “No thanks, ossifer, I feel safer this way. No one can add beating two cops to death to my rap sheet.”
The larger man looked at me and scowled. “So, I’ve heard you are a smartass, Ridley. It’s true, I see.”
Smiling sweetly, I said, “To know me is to love me. Now what can I do you for?”
He scowled again. “There have been a series of disappearances, mostly of women, over the last few years and word on the street is that you are the man to ask.”
Smiling again, “This street guy is a real loudmouth who doesn’t know his ass from page six, Sgt. Doright.”
The big Trooper slammed down the folder he was looking at. “Look, Ridley, this is serious. We’re talking about a possible serial killer here. Multiple murders, kidnapping, possible sexual assault. You better think real carefully about taking this so lightly.”
I tried to be serious for a moment. “Thank you, sir, for the warning. I’ve always been dependent upon the kindness of strangers.” said I, putting on my fake Southern accent, courtesy of Blanche DuBois.
If he could have legally gotten away with it, he would have hit me. But, he couldn’t. I knew that.
“Our sources tell us that there is some kind of high end cannibal cult located here and that it has branches around the world.” He said in a very confident and sure manner.
“Sure, there’s a cannibal cult in G’burg like there is a giant snake named Edax that lives under the battlefield. And do you also believe in the tooth fairy?” I looked concerned.
The trooper’s face turned red. “Jack, listen.” He was going to try a different tact, that of a kinder, gentler shithead. “ We are trying to find out what happened to some women, to bring closure to their families, to give them justice if they’ve suffered from foul play.”
How cheesy. “Didn’t I hear that on an episode of Law and Order?”
He reached into his pocket. “Would you like a cigarette, Ridley?”
“I’m shocked”, I said, “You are aware that they cause cancer, premature aging, and erectile dysfunction, aren’t you?” He put the pack back in his pocket.
I leaned back in my chair and tugged on the handcuff latching me it. “So, you’re going to sweat me because you think I’m an ‘Abercrombie’ about some missing femmes? Well, I don’t know squat about any missing babes. The only thing I do with women is to play the ‘beast with two backs’ or munch some carpet.” Then I put on my high pitched Butterfly McQueen voice, “I don’t know nuttin’ about no missin’ wimmins.”
Disgusted, the trooper slammed the folder together and got up and walked out with his little organ grinder monkey. He looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere, wiseguy.”
I spoke to him. “What do you think is happening to these women, Trooper guy?” He stopped cold in his tracks thinking he was getting somewhere, and came back to sit down.
Pinocchio followed suit.
I looked at the little trooper. “If you do good, one day you’ll be a real boy.” He flinched and looked at his boss, who simply ignored me.
He began to talk. I thought I was the one supposed to be doing the yapping.
“What we’re suspecting is that young women, not average women, mind you, but model types, showgirls, porn actresses, you know the type, are being abducted and are ending up raped and murdered and then prepared like cattle and served as food, even to the men who sexually abused them.” He paused. I said nothing. He continued.
“We’ve heard that these women, often barely an adult, are brought to this area and kept in cages until they are to be killed. We understand that a pretty girl will be groomed, fed, and kept until she is ready to be slaughtered. Interpol has told us that there are known sexual sadists, often well heeled, from all over the world who come here, for unknown reasons.”
“Maybe they’re Civil War enthusiasts.” I interrupted.
The conversation went nowhere. Mitt me kid, I offered nothing and after leaving me sit, handcuffed to the chair for several hours, I was released.
I thought it necessary to give Carl the low down. He had some new livestock come in for a special meal. Before I could see him I saw the special he had for the night. She was a black woman, very beautiful and shapely. She looked confused and scared in the cage with a couple of white girls, also very pretty and hot looking but not like her. I couldn’t help but stare at her while Carl and I were talking. She was looking at me, too, with a pleading look in her eyes.
“Carl, there is a State Police investigation into the possible kidnapping and murder of some women. They’re on the prowl. Just tippin’ you off.”
Carl smiled at me looking this woman up and down. “It’s okay, Jack, the governor promised me that everything would be fine.” I know the governor was a regular here.
Carl touched my arm. “Hey, Jack, you want to play with her. You can use one of the rooms, downstairs.”
A cape with a hood was put on the girl and the hood was lowered over her eyes. Her hands were manacled like a convict going to court and I led her to the elevator. Down we went to the basement room I was promised which opened with the key Carl had given me. I led the dazed girl into the room and chained her wrists over her head to a hook and lock in the ceiling. The robe fell away from her partly, revealing perfectly rounded breasts with a large brown nipple, hardened from the draft and fear, in each one. I pulled the hood back from her face. Her large brown eyes looked at me fearfully and questioningly.
Saying nothing, I stroked her face with my hands and kissed her on her full lips. She turned her head away with what dignity she had left. Her skin and lips were soft to my touch. My hands caressed her breasts and belly as I moved close to her. I rubbed the back of my hand across her bush and then leaned in, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands and pulling her soft but fit body against mine. She moaned a “no” but didn’t try to resist, expecting that her submission would guarantee her safety.
I bit down on her throat but not hard enough to leave a mark, and tasted her flesh. Soon, I would taste it cooked and flavored. It tasted good enough to me now. I wished I could eat her raw. She whimpered as I pulled her legs apart, dropping my hands to below her buttocks and lifting her toward me. Then, I moved down as she stood there helpless in front of me, and began kissing her breasts and biting her nipples, finally sucking on them. I felt her catch her breath.
She seemed resigned to let me have my way, hoping for something in return. She began to breath more deeply, hesitating and gasping. I unzipped my fly and took out my cock, lifting her up and forcing my cock inside her, working it into her pussy like they’d work the spit into it later. Pushing into her finally as she gasped and mewed I had her legs wrapped around my waist.
Pumping into her while I tasted her sweet flesh on my tongue was a joy and it felt so good. This was no virgin. I suspected that she had been a call girl of some kind in her life. She was sweet and her vaginal walls closed around me like a tight sheath over my hunting knife.
I could hear her grunting in my ear as I came hard and deep inside her. I didn’t rough her up. Carl knew I would take care of his “goods”. Finally I released her to slump there suspended by her wrists, with my cum dripping down her thighs. She was expressionless, resigned to being helpless. For a few minutes I left her hanging there and leaned back and looked at her up and down, enjoying looking at what I had just taken. Then, I led her back to the cage. She was quiet and meek the entire time. Her eyes looked at me in a pleading way as I left her. But, I am immune to such feelings as compassion for Carl’s livestock.
“Hey, Carl, where’d you get her? She’s pretty high class. Call girl? And seeing as you are so cheap you’d line your pockets with rubber so you can steal soup you must expect a nice return on your investment.”
Carl winced at my insult. “For your information, she was a very high class call girl. $2500 a night. Now, she’s worth forty times that much for one night.”
“Yeah”, I said, “her last”.
That night I stood security and only half way paid attention as two women were dispatched and sent to the oven. It was pretty uneventful as one girl was beheaded as she was being pumped from behind by her diner. He held her hips tight against him as blood spurted from her throat and she pissed on him. Her body jerked against him and by the look on his face, her involuntary muscle spasms were a rush. Soon, she went limp and was just what she was meant to be, a piece of dead meat. Her head was placed on a tray to watch her body gutted and filled with condiments, then roasted for the pleasure of the man who had paid tens of thousands of dollars to do this to her.
The next girl was a slender brunette with short hair and a shaved pussy who was forced to watch while bound to a stake on a stage that was set to resemble a jungle setting. She was gagged but you could still hear her scream when she watched the first girl, a blonde, who met her demise on another stage built to resemble a medieval castle. When the executioner brought down the replica axe on her pretty neck, you could hear the ear piercing scream of terror from the brunette’s pretty mouth through the gag.
The brunette struggled against her bonds as she was held firmly against the stake. One of Carl’s men, a large, muscular black guy came out wearing a loincloth and carrying a spear. He raked the sharp edge over the girl’s naked body carefully, so as not to damage the next diner’s goods. The girl writhed and tried to escape the spear head. He parted her legs forcibly and showed her goods to the crowd of men. Then he pointed his spear at the diner and motioned toward her.
Smiling, the ticket holder walked up to the girl and began fondling her body. He played with her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs, crudely finger fucking her and then licked his fingers clean. He spent a good amount of time playing with the helpless woman. Then, as she could not escape her position, he forced her legs apart and began fucking her standing up. She moaned loudly through her gag in humiliation mostly. As the girl was being raped by some rich businessman from some other part of the world he wrapped a garrotte around her throat, which I’ve got to say was a very pretty throat, and began pulling it tighter. Slowly, inexorably, and without mercy he continued with his rape and strangulation.
She turned her head around trying to escape the cruel garrotte which only consisted of a rope with knots formed in it. Her eyes grew big and her face turned beet red. Her body began to convulse and even before he was spent inside of her, she slumped dead between the stake and her diner. Finally, he pulled out of her pussy with a plop. She hung there from the post, as beautiful or more in death, than in life. Carl’s men came and, as the diner had requested as part of his ticket, drove the spear into the slumping babe’s pretty belly.
Blood came through the wound and then dripped down soaking her thighs and legs. The crowd was breathless. The diner wanted to see her gutted so Carl’s man sliced her belly open and guts fell out to be caught in a tub as a man worked on cutting them out, just as one would do to a animal that had been taken hunting. Soon, she too was removed to the kitchen to be cleaned out, filled up, and prepared for roasting after her head was removed to preserve it for the feast to come.
Finally, my black beauty, who had not been permitted to witness the slaughter, was brought out naked, barefoot, and with her hands bound in front of her. Her terrified gaze fell across the crowd of sadistic pricks. They marched her to the center of the room where a spitting pole, an impaling pole, about two inches around, had been rolled in on a wide base. The point was about six feet off the ground. She had been bought by some Eurotrash business tycoon and some friends.
She looked in absolute terror at the men around her, not noticing me in her fear. A bed was wheeled out and she was forced to lie down on the bed. Six men started to undress and thus commenced a regular, old fashioned, humiliating gang bang as this former call girl had every hole stretched and filled as she cried and struggled against her attackers, who bit her and slapped her and manhandled her cruelly. There were careful not to hit her hard so as to raise any welts.
The prostitute was a hardy, strong girl and she suffered quite a bit at the hands of her ticket holders. When they were done, the main diner, who had held back, got between her legs and started fucking her hard. Not knowing what his kind was beforehand I was surprised to see him pull a knife from beside the bed that had been provided for him, but apparently he decided not to use it. Finally he was done.
She lay there with cum and body fluids dripping from every orifice. The action had been intense and violent. She was clearly in shock as they loosed her and lifted her up. She was half dragged up a flight of stairs that had been wheeled up to the portable spit. Two men lifted her body. She was shaking and dazed. The held her above the impaling stake and positioned her over it. Slowly they slid her down onto its sharp point. At first she felt little as the point slid up inside of her well used vagina. But, as it came to the end and began to tear into her body she screamed, and twisted and arched her back, struggling to get off of the pole.
Her screams turned blood curdling in seconds as her insides were pierced by the merciless shaft of steel. The men forced her body down onto the pole as blood poured down its bright steel surface. Finally, with a gurgle her kicking body went limp and with only an occasional jerk, she slid down the pole as the men carefully worked it up to her throat. Holding her head back and her mouth open they managed to get the pole to come up her throat and out of her mouth. Then, as the point emerged they let go of her. Her body slid partway and then stopped. She was a bloody mess, dangling there impaled in a brutal and savage fashion.
It was awesome to watch. Inspiring. And very erotic.
I thought about the girl that I had enjoyed and realized that these men had paid a great deal of money to do this to her. Now, she would be taken away to be prepared. It had turned out to be a good night.
Carl took the stage and gave me quite a shock. As I was feeling quite a buzz from the last three shows he knocked me back with a rare treat.
He announced, “And now, a special treat for you all. We are going to have a young woman offer herself willingly for food. And she is going to give us a treat before hand. I present to you, the lovely Mary Anne.”
And there, in front of us, was the most strikingly beautiful blonde I had seen in some time. She was wearing spiked heels and a miniskirt. Her tanned body and her perfect face were breathtaking. Just as I was about to catch my breath I saw that she had a helper. It was the little state trooper who had taken part in my interrogation, the big trooper’s sock puppet. Only, he wasn’t dressed for work.
I leaned back into the shadows so that he wouldn’t see me. But, I wasn’t sure the little shit hadn’t already.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10th, 2008 11:30 pm |
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I really like the style you used for this one. The prose is much tighter and more effective than some of your earlier writings. Excellent work, and I will be anticipating the next installment.
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Jack Ridley, and the undercover cop continued
Standing back in the shadows so that the little guy didn’t see me, if he hadn’t already, I took in the form on the stage. The blonde was stunning, even breathtakingly beautiful and I was intrigued, although, at the same time, realizing that this was a set up preparing us to be busted. I had to neutralize the scene without scaring the clientele or causing a scene that wouldn’t look like it was part of the floor show.
I motioned for Carl to come back to where I was while the broad started to talk.
“Hello, gentlemen. My name is Mary Anne. I am here today because I want to be food. Since I was a little girl I have fantasized about being some man or men’s meat. Now, that I’m a big girl…” She paused as the men grunted their approval and made other vulgar noises…”I also think of being used for their pleasure before I am killed and prepared.”
“I am here tonight in order to have you end my life for your pleasure and to prepare me to be a meal. I hope I will satisfy you.”
The dozen or so men were beside themselves with lust and anticipation. I was scratching my bald head.
“Carl, where did you come up with this undercover cop for entertainment?”
Carl, half ignoring me while he watched ‘Mary Anne’, said, without regarding what I had said, “She has been talking to me for weeks about doing this. She said its always been her fantasy, to die like this, and she said she’d pay if I helped her.” He stopped speaking and turned very pale. “Cop? That can’t be. This felt right to me.”
I looked at him with an ‘I smell excrement’ look in my face. “Carl, I stopped listening to the voices in my head when they stopped saying funny shit. This is a sting. You are about to be busted. We will go to prison forever or take the needle. How about that, you dumbass, for your intuitive abilities?”
He grabbed the lapels of my jacket and looked into my eyes with his usual chickenshit deer caught in the headlights expression. “Jack, what are we gonna do?” He was panicking.
I said, “I’ll tell you like Tonto told the Lone Ranger when they were surrounded by Apaches and he said the same thing. ‘What do you mean, we, white man?’”
I yanked his sweaty little hands off of my clean suit and moved around the edge of the room. The little guy had backed away from the girl in the spotlight who was still flapping her gums.
“I want you to use me in anyway you like. I want to be nothing but a piece of meat to you. Don’t think of me as having any feelings or even being human. I just want to be used and sacrificed for your pleasure.” She began to undress slowly and seductively. She started slowly taking her blouse off as she smiled at the crowd.
Continuing to move in the shadows I took out my sap and wrapped my hands around it. ‘Howdy Doody’ was leaning back into the wall in the darkness, letting Miss Mary Anne do her thing. I stealthily crept up in the darkness and brained the little maggot so hard he dropped like a sack of rocks.
I then reached into my coat pocket for a little bag of goodies I keep for special occasions, a plastic bag of rock cocaine. I stuffed it into his pants pocket. Then, I took my 10k fee for protecting this little gathering of freaky perverts and stuffed it in his shirt. Finally, I dragged his ass out through a side door while Mary Anne continued her unending monologue. I was kind of hoping she didn’t wave her hand back to where Junior had been and says, “Heeeerrrrrreeee’sss Johnny!”
But, I got him outside and down the street a ways in an alley. Then I got on the horn and called my buddy, the newspaper reporter. I says, “Got a scoop for you. A cop was beat up in a drug deal gone bad. He wasn’t working. He was moonlighting for himself. This is a huge scandal. Come get a shot for yourself and your paper.” I gave him the name of the alley knowing he would be there in minutes. Hopefully, I hadn’t killed sparky. I looked around for his compadres. There were no cops in sight. I called Neiderer.
Then, I went back in and the bitch was still talking about her “fantasies”. I pulled Carl aside and spoke to him quickly. He went out to the stage and was his old, gracious self. She was finally winding down. I wouldn’t have minded puncturing that bag of hot air myself.
“Gentleman, we have had a request for Mary Anne, that she come with us into the kitchen and choose her own implement of death.” She’ll be right back out.
Mary Anne wasn’t even dazed. She seemed to think that was a good idea. This was no ordinary cop. I was pretty sure she was a call girl up in the capital I had seen once awhile back. She must have been working for them to ameliorate some criminal problems she may have had. I just wondered where the back up was.
When Mary Anne stepped into the kitchen with Carl she was looking around as if for shorty but his lack of availability didn’t seem to concern her too much. I immediately gave the men in the room the high sign that something was up and they needed to make themselves scarce in another room for a time. Since we all rehearse the possibility of an emergency they had no problem with this and since we don’t give refunds they weren’t about to leave the premises.
I heard the sirens as Carl brought her back out into the main showroom. Her face lit up like she was thinking the jig was up. She was carrying a spitting pole in her hand. Walking up to her I just hit her with a karate shuto knife hand in the place where the trap muscle meets the nerves in the neck and dropped her. She lay on the floor very still, looking pretty as a picture. Dimming the lights I looked out the back door that I’d drug the little rat through.
There were all kinds of cops down the street around the alley and all kinds of press. Cameras were going off like crazy. I sauntered down the street with my hands in my pockets, after, of course, putting my hat on and whistling nonchalantly. There were four or five reporters and a TV truck there and local and state cops. Sgt. Neiderer was standing there scowling at me and Sgt. Doright of the State Police was there as well. They were zipping up Shorty in a bodybag.
“Hey, Sarge, what’s going on?” He gave me his ‘I suffer fools gladly’ look and said, “Well, this cop was apparently moonlighting in the drug trade and got a shiv in his back. We found him with a bunch of cash and some rock cocaine.”
The big State Trooper said irritatedly, “You’re assuming an awful lot. This man was on assignment. He was working.”
“Oh really, “ I said. “On a drug buy?”
The state cop looked confused. “No, not exactly.” He stared into my eyes and I gave him the look that has helped me beat many lie detector tests. “Not exactly.”
“Well, I’ll leave you boys to clean up the mess. I’ve got a case to crack.” I walked back down the street, away from Carl’s place, thinking, ‘wow, that Neiderer is quick thinking, cause I didn’t knife the guy.’ In any event the press and the locals had it all covered and would be paid real well. I had some unfinished business to take care of as I took the long way around the block looking for other undercover smurfs and smurfettes.
Back at the ranch, I saw that Carl had gotten Mary Anne up on the steel table in the kitchen and had finished taking off her blouse and bra. What a set of knockers she had, nice and round and smooth. This bitch was a peach. I pushed him aside and pulled out my switchblade and popped it. Slowly I began cutting off her skirt and then with those gone, I grabbed a handful of panties and sliced them so that I could get them off. She lay there with only her ear rings and her high heels.
She was moaning and starting to come around. I told Carl, “Leave this bitch to me and you go entertain the paying customers.” He went off to do his duty. Pretty baby was waking up.
She moaned. “Well, Mary Anne, you are strapped down to this thing and you aren’t going anywhere. Let me see if I’ve got this right. You are a call girl from up North and you are working with the cops to help yourself with a lighter sentence on some shit you’ve gotten yourself into, correct?” Her eyes just got wide but we both knew I had her.
“Now, Mary Anne, or Ginger, or whatever the fuck your name is, this is the straight scoop for you. The walls are soundproofed and you can scream all you want. But, you are going to die very slowly right now, for my pleasure. It would really turn me on if you still wanted it.” I put my finger to my lips, thoughtfully. “You know what, why don’t you pretend for me that you do and maybe I’ll take it easy on you.” I was lying.
She looked confused but seemed desperate. “Yes, I want you to kill me and eat me. Do what you want to me. I can’t stop you.” She sounded serious.
“You sound pretty convincing.” I said.
She replied. “I’m going to go away for the rest of my life if I get out of here. They’ve got me on enough stuff for a hundred years. They only promised me I’d avoid the death penalty. I’d rather die than do that. Anyway, its always been my fantasy. I just never expected this to really happen.”
“So you want me to finish you like this?”
“Yes, please, I want to offer myself to you. I want you to do to me and to my body what you want. I want you to…” I shushed her because I knew how longwinded this was going to be. “Okay, Mary Anne, we’re going to play.”
I stroked her legs up and down, those long, firm legs with all that soft, smooth skin. Her feet, her calves and then up to her thighs. She moaned slightly and parted her legs. I then stroked her belly and played with her lovely breasts and nipples. My hands enjoyed her throat and that beautiful face. Then I unstrapped her and forcibly lifted her off the guerney and dragged her to one of the chairs. Pushing her down on her knees I took my organ out and worked it in her ass. She cried out but didn’t resist and her perfect, feminine body endured a good reaming from me as I pushed into her soft, rounded ass cheeks and pulled her hair forcing her head up. She seemed to enjoy it, even with the pain.
When I was finished I took her dripping with me, back to the guerney and laid her down, buckling, this time, her wrists and her ankles, legs apart. I took the spit pole she had chosen.
“Okay, Mary Anne, you want some of this?”
Tears came to her eyes as her breasts heaved up and down. “Yes, give it to me.”
Slowly I worked the edge into her vagina. She moaned and whimpered and moved her hips a little. I slowly pushed it forward, ever slowly. She was breathing faster now. I worked it around.
“Oh, god, that is hot.” She gasped.
“It gets better”, I said.
I pushed it in deeper and her soft, tanned body quivered. Finally I reached a point where something stopped it. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped, “Oh”. I pushed a little harder. The point broke through something. I could see sweat on her forehead and she was moving her head from side to side, “Oh, god, it hurts. You’re killing me.” She cried.
“I know”, I said. The pole made a breakthrough somewhere as blood came pouring from her vagina. She arched her back and began coughing and gagging, her eyes glazed over, and her feet and legs began to twitch and jerk. She was dying, ruptured deep inside.
Finally, with an “oh” my pretty subject stopped breathing as the pole went up into her upper body. I continued to work it carefully and with some concentration got it into her throat. Finally, I pushed her so that her head laid off the edge of the table. I opened her mouth and could finally see the bloody point. I pushed it through.
Now, there in front of me was this magnificent specimen of womanhood, with a 2” steel pole extending from her pussy through her mouth. Blood was pouring off the table from between her legs. Man, she was pretty. What a hot number.
I looked at her body for several minutes and even kissed her nipples. Carl came in and stood there. “ Well, Carl, you’re going to have to cut her open and get her cooking. I know it’s a little reverse of the way you like it but I’m sure you’ll manage.”
I walked out. As I did I turned to Carl and said, “I haven’t had a good rump roast and mushrooms for a long time. I think I’ll have that.”
Carl looked at me and smiled. “For you, Jack, I’ll create a fantasy.”
“Somebody already did,” I said as I looked one last time at Mary Anne and ran my fingers over the brim of my hat and walked out of the kitchen.
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| Enjoyed this story. I really like your character.
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