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Grey Shades of Evil
By ElSol
Body:
I walked into Conception from the west with the red of the setting sun
framing me. Eyes stared as I walked down the main street. Conception was
a ghost town of two blocks that would have fit well in a post-nuclear
apocalyptic movie. It was the kind of town that people fled and everyone
left behind hoped the runners were never heard from again. I looked around
as people stared at me. Their fear was scarred into their faces; part of
the tribute demanded for the continued gift of life.
I walked into what passed for a hotel. The attempt to look like an old
western saloon had not been successful.
"Can I get you something, darling?" a voice of fake honey said as my
eyes adjusted quickly to the change in lighting. The smell of fear-sweat
had nothing to do with me yet so giving the careless signals of the weak
served a purpose. I waited longer than it took for me to adjust to look at
her.
The woman was middle-aged and not by the years. The fear came off her
in waves and the stress of not having someone to run with had taken its
toll on her face.
"A glass of ice water" I said to her and put my bag on a table. I had
removed what might be necessary when I started my walk but doubted anyone
would require its use soon.
She looked confused at the request. Drinking was the way the people of
Conception got peaceful sleep. She served me the glass and looked as if
she wanted to sit down and chat.
"I'd like a room also," I told her. "Top floor in the back."
The building was the tallest in town at four stories and sat on
something of a small hill. The back of the building was on a gentle slope
downwards.
"Nobody stays in Conception," she said worriedly. It was as close as
she would let herself get to saving my life.
I looked at her.
Her hair was blonde but the dust of the area made it a dirtier color
than it needed to be. Her eyes were blue and her body had all the required
padding. She smiled at my study and cocked her hip in an invitation that
had to do with more than me.
I smiled accepting her offer.
It had been a long time since my last woman.
I shrugged away her words and drank my water. She moved away from me
having satisfied what little conscience was left. If I wanted the company
of a warm bed, she would let me make the move.
"What's your name?" I asked her back.
"Sally, sugar." she said turning her head to me and twitching her full
ass in suggestion of where the sugar really was.
"Get me another glass of ice water, Sally," I told her and looked to the
door. The welcoming committee would be arriving soon and at least one of
them I wanted words with.
They came in with the bait leading them. He was good at his job.
Unlike Sally his skin was not aged and his blonde hair was not dirty. I
nodded at the image he would present to a woman lost on a strip of road
near a town that was not on a map. A blonde, blue-eyed knight wearing the
shield everyone believed a badge was when there was trouble.
He turned the chair across from me around and sat down heavily. The
boys with him were sycophants who thought being closer to the beating heart
of danger made them safer.
"Hello, stranger" the young blonde said to me. "My name's Deputy Gus."
His smile was full of disarming Southern charm; a 'good ole boy',
harmless as they came and just itching to help any way he could.
Bait has to be enticing.
I put the identification I had been given in front of me. Deputy Gus
smiled amping up the charm and picked up the leather holder.
"FBI Agent Lyndell" he announced to the room. "So what brings an agent
of the F-B-I to Conception?"
His voice had the natural curiosity the situation called for but there
was an undertone of darkness that would be felt at an instinctual level.
The sycophants reacted to it by looking around the room. I looked with
them as if I were one of them.
Deputy Gus relaxed.
"We have a missing agent." I said simply seeming to recover from my
confusion.
"Well, can I do anything to help?" Deputy Gus said with the 'good ole
boy' back in his voice.
"I'd like to visit some of the outlying ranches and farms." I told him.
There was a female gasp behind me and I turned to look at Sally. She
moved so that her fear-darkened eyes would be hidden by the greater
darkness of the room. I turned around and looked at Deputy Gus
questioningly.
"Women are a bit high-strung," he whispered to me with a nudge to the
table telling me it was between us boys.
I gave him a short laugh.
"Do you want to start your search now?" Deputy Gus asked solicitiously.
I thought about it for a moment.
"She's been missing six weeks, Deputy," I said after some consideration.
"Another night won't give her that much more of a lead from the F-B-I."
It seemed to satisfy him and we spent another hour making him feel
comfortable that the bait had hooked a new meal. The sycophants stayed
after he left to intimidate Sally and other visitors into not scaring the
live one away.
There were two other women that were good possibilities for relieving
months of buildup. The older one made her offer clear, but since they were
all equal I decided on Sally first. I asked her for a serving of whatever
passed for food and others followed suit. Strangers were rare in
Conception and one staying was worthy of a night out on the town. I
entertained them with stories of the outside. The women paid special
attention trying to believe there was a world outside their small sphere of
terror where men more attractive than Deputy Gus did not intimidate women
into sleeping with them by displaying the sickle.
The charm like Deputy Gus's had purpose; to the east lay the body of my
first. I did not want the wrong person to find him; keeping them in the
hotel increased the odds of the right people stumbling over it.
I had seen the truck as I drove by and knew it would follow. I stopped
my car a mile up the road and pulled out a map. The truck pulled up behind
me and six feet six, two hundred seventy pounds stepped out of it with
intimidating presence. The stalking shadow was a sharp contrast to the
lovely bait, in moments seeming like a safe haven of male size and in
others a breathing brutality.
"Hello, stranger" his voice had none of the charm of his brother's but
he had chosen intimidation as a starting point. It was an understandable
choice for someone who had two pairs when playing in his casino, his poker
table and with his dealer. 'All in' was a reasonable bet when his was the
only game in town.
I drew on an inside straight razor.
The blade sliced with surgical precision through denim, flesh, muscle
and the femoral artery.
The unexpected pain confused him.
I was smaller.
I was family.
He felt the pain of approaching death, which he caused to others but was
unfamiliar with the personal side of it. He looked up at me lost as to how
I could be standing there while he lay on the packed dirt of the road. His
eyes studied me as his body weakened but saw nothing that his victims did
when he was the last vision of their death. His face would have shown glee
or maybe the satisfaction of having bagged a good meal.
My eyes were a reflection; a man lying in a spreading pool of blood so
red no artist could imitate the hue on canvas.
It took longer to find an adequate hiding spot for the car than for him
to die. I left his body and truck on the road. I walked around town so
that I could approach Conception from the opposite side of his body.
Sally was a fact of my immediate life. She did not like that I
requested we shower first to remove the dirt on my body and the sweat from
hers. I shrugged and got under the stream of water. She had no recourse
but to leave or accept whatever insult her mind had made my words.
Fear is its own source of calorie consumption so Sally was tight in the
places a woman did not need to be soft. She gasped at the patience with
which I cleaned her body. She learned to enjoy being on the receiving end
of my touch. We moved to the bedroom after her first orgasm. She tried to
touch me but I held her in place and spread her legs with mine.
There was time for foreplay afterwards.
Months of an ignored physical need called me in the shape of a hard
penis. She moved her legs up prepared by my touches in the shower to do
what was necessary. I hooked her legs and opened her further. I pushed my
hips towards her and her body opened to my entrance. Her hands tightened
on my arms in acceptance of the momentary discomfort from the lack of use.
I did not hesitate to move forward regardless of her unvoiced protests.
She was here for one thing and I was there for another. Maybe she thought
it was the condemned's last meal but it was more satisfying than
masturbation.
I hit her bottom and pushed her legs down hard. I pulled back and
fucked into her with the power of years of physical training. She grunted
as I plumbed depths her body had forgotten existed. The grunt got as much
reaction as blood on packed dirt. I rested my weight on her hips to give
her the pleasure of maintained pressure. She moved underneath me enticing
me to fuck her but the way the head of my dick was rubbed by her body was
enough. She moved harder as her clit found a spot she could rub against.
She drove herself towards the little freedom she had in the prison they had
built for the townspeople. Her movements wrapped my hard dick in velvet
walls of pleasure so I did not take back control.
She came and her gyrations focused on her pussy in an instinctual grab
for joint sensation. I shot my cum into her pussy filling her with myself
as she screamed pleased curses into the stale air.
Later, she lay on her stomach with a look that said she was about to ask
questions. Two fingers seeking her g-spot forestalled her mouth opening
for words and instead gasped out a small sigh of welcome.
Deputy Gus called Sally the next morning leaving a message that he had
business but would be available to guide me around in the late afternoon.
Sally and the other two women sat around most of the day trying to get
information out of and into me. One of the women was not yet. She looked
about sixteen with long straight brown hair and innocent seeming blue eyes.
She was the youngest of the thirty-eight residents I had seen in town. She
got the closest to inexpertly warning me of the dangers of Conception. The
other woman was obviously her mother but with black hair. She had the same
innocent seeming blue eyes. Like Sally, I kept the girl from talking but
with more tales of the real world.
Deputy Gus picked me up in the afternoon and did his own version of
information digging. He took me to different ranches and farms. All were
either abandoned or populated by one or more of the thirty-eight residents
I had counted. They treated Deputy Gus with fearful deference and answered
all my questions only after looking at him. They had known Catherine
Stewart but that was as much as I could get out of them. The afternoon
turned to evening and the sky was dark when the Deputy drove us to the
front of the last ranch house we were to visit. The lights were out but he
told me that the family should be home since most of Conception's people
did not go out at night. He turned the lights off on his truck and
confidently walked in front of me.
He rang the doorbell.
He looked back at me and smiled.
"Hot night!" he said in a near sexual excitement as he took off his
cowboy hat and wiped his forehead. He turned back to the door and a hard
flick backwards of my right wrist dropped the handles into my hands. A
hard turn of the wrist loosened the wire wrapped around the leather
wristband. I twirled my wrist so the wire dropped its loops past my hand
and jerked my hand up to untangle the coils. The move took less than a
practiced second and I tossed one of the handles to my left hand. I passed
the handles to the opposite hands crossing the wire. I stepped forward and
flipped the noose over Deputy Gus's uncovered head. He felt the touch of a
fly's legs as the wire wrapped around his neck. The force of my knee
hitting his upper back stopped his turn back to me. I tightened the noose
by jerking my hands outward. He instinctively pushed back against me and I
shifted to the side to turn his body, driving him to the ground. On his
stomach, I had greater leverage. I settled my weight on the knee in the
middle of his upper back and cinched the garrote. He struggled but his
death had started with the first hard pressure of the wire. It had cut
into him immediately and by the time his death's throes were over he was
part of the way to decapitation.
I had a further use for the garrote so I untwined it from his neck with
some difficulty and walked to the truck. I had a plastic bag for the
purpose and deposited the wire and handles in it. Deputy Gus had not
noticed my putting on the leather gloves in his excitement. Had he been
more attentive the one shot silenced thirty-eight attached to my left wrist
with the trigger wire on my belt would have blown his brains against the
truck window.
No one in the house was aware of my actions but I could hear the
skittering of hungry rats.
I walked back to town.
Everyone was surprised to see me at the hotel. They watched as I walked
past them to clean up. I was not marked by Deputy Gus's death but I had to
prepare for the most likely repercussions. I walked into the main area and
sat down.
"Ice water, Sally" I said to her and sat down. "And some dinner, I
think."
"Didn't you go out with Deputy Gus?" the mother, Melissa, asked sitting
down across from me. I smiled at her; whatever the townswomen had going on
she seemed to be the next volunteer in my sexual relief. I noticed the old
man in uniform to my right.
I turned to look at him.
He nodded uncomfortably and I wondered why Deputy Gus had stayed a
Deputy when the Sheriff had incompetence written all over him. I guessed
that Deputy sounded less threatening than Sheriff and bait cannot afford to
be intimidating. It must have also helped to have such a stark comparison
of idiot and knight in shining armor when someone had escaped the stalking
shadow that had been Deputy Gus's brother.
"He had a family emergency. He mentioned it at the last place we
visited and I insisted on walking back to town so that I would not keep
him." I said.
"And he let you go?" Melissa's daughter asked sitting down next to her
mother. Her innocent blues had hope in them and future taste of youth in
the midst of sexual discovery made me feed that hope.
"He didn't have a choice," I said to her seriously. "Family emergencies
ARE private things."
They asked me more questions and I felt the hope in them dying slowly as
their fear told them that Deputy Gus had probably let me go for sport.
Karen, the daughter, was the only one who held on to hope.
Sally outdid herself in the food department as the conflict of my words,
Gus's past actions, and what her woman's instincts said about the man she
had fucked fought a war with each other.
Good food was something else I had been a without for a few months.
Everyone heard the violent gunning of the truck as it roared into town.
They looked at me fearfully. They retreated to create room as a cry of
pain was released outside.
The stalking shadow's older brother entered the saloon dragging two
bodies behind him. He was in emotional pain; he did not understand the
anger and frustration he felt. He was bigger than the man I had shaved
outside of town. His purpose was obvious; just when someone thought they
could deal with the stalking shadow's size someone bigger peered over a
shoulder.
He was a wounded lion who instinctively knew I had cast the spear into
his side. He let of go of the bodies and charged me. I pushed the table
towards him and he barreled through it.
My sister had called me a bulldog. I was five foot seven and just over
two hundred pounds of hard muscle. The real similarity was in attitude.
Bulldogs were bred for bull baiting and their method of killing was to
clamp down on the nose. The bulldog would hold the bite until the bull
drowned in its blood. The focus that had been bred into them makes
bulldogs very hard to dislodge when they see red. I did not see red but
the room grayed and the bull in front of me was existence. He tossed the
remains of the table aside and rushed me again. I ducked under his
outstretched arm and straightened his knee by placing my foot on it. He
tripped and slid a couple of feet. He stood up to be met by the chair I
crashed into his back. He was strong and it took only a shake of the head
for him to recover.
He was quick as he turned towards me. The kick to his jaw was fluid and
began when his shoulder had begun to turn. He put his hands down on the
ground. The kick required more than a shake. I let him climb to the edge
of recovery before kicking in the lower area of his ribcage. He was built
like a house and he only grunted in reaction to what would have broken ribs
in a normal man.
I thought about killing him with the drop dagger I had palmed when he
walked into the room. He was unskilled though and the townspeople needed
to relearn the immediacy of fear.
It was a slow, brutal affair that left most of the saloon patrons
blanched by the cold efficiency. The second time he was down his ribs did
cave which slowed him down. It made breaking ribs on the other side
easier. His roars gained the taint of fear and pain as he released them,
more to brave himself than to express emotion.
The second time I hit him with a chair he collapsed into
unconsciousness. I walked over to the Sheriff and removed the handcuffs
from his belt. He took steps backwards as I approached but the wall
prevented him from escaping.
I made a show of telling the unconscious body his rights and cuffing his
arms behind him. I pointed to the sycophants who were the most fearful in
the room now that their protection lay dead on the ground. I had them pick
up the live one by the arms. I pointed to other people, even the women.
Their job was to drag the bodies of the dead men. I took the Sheriff's
building keys off the belt I had gotten the handcuffs from.
"You can't do this," he said not talking about the keys.
"He assaulted a federal agent," I told him with a smile. "I believe
those bodies are connected to my investigation into the disappearance of
Agent Stewart."
I waited for him to say something but all he could do was shake his head
dumbly while trying to recover from having his world turned inside out. I
patted his face in a gesture of comfort. I led the procession of people
deadened by fear and dead bodies to the Sheriff's office. I pointed to one
cell for the sycophants and another for the dead bodies.
"Are you just going to leave them there?" Sally asked me as I locked the
door of the cell with the bodies.
"They haven't ripened enough to be bait yet," I told her as I walked
passed the people I had driven into stunned shock.
"No one goes in there." I said outside. They followed behind me to the
hotel. I looked around the room until my eyes touched Melissa, the mother.
I signaled her up the stairs and her eyes widened. She nearly shook her
head but changed her mind when the sycophants started to straighten the
mess I had made.
"Go home, Karen," she said behind her shoulder as she headed to my room.
No one said anything and now they knew better than to try to stop me.
Melissa started the shower water running. She stripped her clothing off
unceremoniously and stepped into the stream. She turned towards me to
watch as I undressed. Her eyes widened at the three pieces of hardware
that I put on top of my clothing; she had missed the first two. She was
softer and rounder than Sally's fear tightened curves but was exactly what
a man hopes for after beating a man half to death.
She did not argue as I soaped her body quickly and had her do the same
for me. I was hard in her hands and decided against waiting for the bed. I
was still seeing gray and her ass felt good in my hands as she tried to
push down her fears with fevered kisses on my neck and chest. I walked
backwards into the stream of water and moved my hands on her body to wash
the soap off. I grabbed her wrists and turned her to face the wall of the
shower. She gasped in surprise but did not try to get away when I held her
wrists in place on the wall with one hand. I trailed fingers down the
center of her back, in between buttocks and around to her pussylips. She
gasped as she felt me play with them gently to get an excited response to
the fear beating with her heart. She could not combat the
fight/flight/fuck instinct and her body produced what it thought was
necessary to convince me there were better things to do than harm. Her
scent overpowered the air. I dipped down and placed myself at her
entrance. I was ungentle with my penetration. The fight adrenaline was not
gone from my body adding impetus to my first thrust.
She grunted and tried to escape the feel of my body opening her. She
had nowhere to go with the wall in front of her and me behind. She
struggled anyway so I let go of her wrists and grabbed a fistful of hair. I
pulled her head back and pushed forwards with my hips. She let out a yelp
of protest but stopped her movement. I pulled myself almost out of her
slowly and fucked into her hard again. I grabbed her hip with my other
hand to angle her body better. I held her in that position as I moved in
and out of her.
Slow strokes outward and powerful strokes into her.
She was watching me with trepidation but soon after I forced her to be
still her eyes glazed. She had been held up in fear response for too long
and her body wanted release. She came suddenly and tried to bring her head
down. I held her back to watch as pleasure took her over. I fucked her
with no control as her body orgasmed.
She had another orgasm when I thickened inside of her. I let go of her
hair, pulled my hips back and forced her completely against the wall as my
body released into her. She pushed back against me while trying to climb
the wall as her second orgasm pounded into her body. I filled her with
myself but had enough control to keep us from falling to the floor of the
shower.
She was soundly asleep when I woke up in the dead of night. I dressed
quickly in the clothes that had been prepared and climbed out the window to
sit on the window ledge. It was the fourth floor but I pushed my weight
off the ledge. The downward slope off the ground helped as I absorbed the
impact with a paratrooper's collapse. I relaxed like I had been trained
and let gravity run its course. I rolled down the slope and felt the
clothing protect me from tearing forces. I came to a rest at the bottom
and made a mental inventory of body parts before standing up. I was sore
and would need a couple of nights sleep to recover properly but was
functional. I moved quietly around the hotel towards the Sheriff's office.
The brother was awake and had begun an effort to escape by breaking his
cell door. He took a couple of steps back as he saw me enter. He roared
in false courage and crashed his body into his cell door. I caught the
faint step of hesitation he made as his body fought his mind to prevent
more pain. I waited to see if the Sheriff had decided to keep his guest
company.
I walked over to the gun case and pulled down one of the shotguns. I
approached the cell and he took a couple more steps back. The firing of
the shotgun was nearly a crushing sound in the silent confines of the
office and the town. The cell door made a good brace for the gun as I
emptied it into his body.
I opened the door to the sheriff's office but no light had been turned
on to investigate. I tossed the shotgun on the roof of a one-floor
building. I wanted it out of sight for a couple of days but it would make
no difference if it were found.
I went back to the hotel and climbed up the storm drain of the adjoining
building. It was small jump from the roof of that building onto the
stronger drain of the hotel. I climbed up to the roof as quickly as I
could. I moved towards my window and looked down. The windows were built
to last and they had passed my weight test. It was a short drop to the top
of the window. I carefully stepped down to the ledge and let myself into
the room. I took my clothes off, put them away and stepped into the cold
stream of the shower.
Melissa did not like my cold presence at her back and tried to move
away. She woke up suddenly as I pulled her back. She groaned and looked at
the clock. I had set it back an hour for that exact situation. My lips
drowned her next protest out as I settled myself between her legs. There
was no other protest as her body quickly heated up to the warming comfort
of a half-asleep fuck. I turned the clock to the correct time before I
fell asleep against her back.
The pounding of the door woke Melissa up. The approach to the door had
set my sensor off but I turned it off before the alarm became audible. The
Sheriff was smart enough not to barge in which I almost thanked him for. I
was sure that his blood would have caused Melissa to vomit that early in
the morning.
"Agent Lyndell!" he yelled through the door. Melissa looked at me
frightened but I dressed slowly.
I opened the door with my .45 held at the small of my back.
He tried to walk into the room but was stopped by my hand on his chest.
"I have a guest," I said to him in a quiet voice. He was close to being
rude.
"I need to know where you were last night around 2 am," he said
aggressively.
It was too far so I met his eyes with mine. He jumped back and broke
the eye contact.
"I'll be downstairs in a couple of minutes," I told him closing the door
in his face. Melissa covered herself in the blanket and nearly ran into
the bathroom. I waited for her to finish and brushed my teeth. She left
the room while I was shaving but she paused in the bathroom door to say
goodbye.
I prepared for the day's events and walked downstairs. They were
waiting for me and Sally set down a plate of breakfast for me. The
evening's excitement had relaxed her even more. It showed in the
perfection of her eggs over easy and the evenness of the butter spread on
the toast.
"Where were you last night?" the Sheriff asked me abruptly.
"Why?" I asked around the taste of fresh butter.
"The Merchant boy was killed last night in his cell." he said
forcefully.
I looked at him and he got the message to moderate his voice.
"What time?" I asked him. I did not expect him to have a medical report
since the only doctor in town had hands that trembled from the alcoholic
stupor he spent life in.
"People heard gunshots at the office around 2 am," the Sheriff said.
Melissa looked at me confused remembering the time on the clock when I
woke her up for some sex play. Everyone noticed the look on her face but
Sally speaking interrupted their thoughts.
"I was awake at the time, Sheriff," she said carefully. "I could not
sleep so was cleaning up down here and no one passed me by. I heard the
shots and looked out the door but..."
She did not want to admit she had been afraid to go outside. A part of
her hoped that she knew what was happening but did not have the courage to
voice the desire yet.
"We were also awake at that time, Sheriff," Melissa said. "I guarantee
he wasn't nowhere near that office."
She blushed after she finished saying it so everyone understood that we
were too busy to hear shots. Karen blushed also but there was jealousy in
the way she looked at her mother.
"If you didn't kill that boy who did?" the Sheriff asked as if the
question would point the finger back at me. The room was silent since it
was a question none of them could answer.
"The boy had quite a few people in this town terrorized." I answered the
Sheriff. He looked at me trying to make sense of my words.
I shrugged.
"A scared person can do scary things to a cornered rat," I told them.
They sat quietly watching me eat my breakfast.
"Aren't you going to do anything?" the Sheriff asked finally.
"I'm here to find a missing FBI agent. You're the one with the pile of
dead bodies," I said calmly.
"Don't you want to look at the body?" he asked.
"You left them in the cells?" I asked him.
"Well, you put them there!" he nearly shouted.
"I didn't expect you to leave them there, Sheriff" I said patiently.
The women in the room broke out into giggles. The Sheriff blushed
angrily and leaned towards me threatingly. I put the business end of .45
against his nose and pushed him back.
"I would reconsider the words you were about to say to me," I told him
in a toneless voice. "I have an agent to locate and the lack of
cooperation I have come across is not appreciated. Threats will NOT be
tolerated."
"You can't... do that!" he managed to stutter out.
"Why did you put your hand on your gun?" I asked him gently. The
occupants in the room recovered enough from my actions to gasp at my
knowledge.
The Sheriff's eyed turned from fear to terror as he realized I would
kill him if he gave me another reason. He looked at me and his eyes begged
for his life.
"Take your gun out and put it on the table." I ordered him. He complied
quickly and I pulled it to me.
"I don't want you wearing a gun again until I leave." I told him.
"But that will leave me defenseless."
I cocked the gun.
"I will protect you, Sheriff." I told him. He looked even more afraid
at that.
"You wanted me to look at the bodies?" I asked him while putting away
the guns. He nodded dumbly and I got up. People looked like they were
going to follow behind us so I started towards the door. I waited for my
eyes to adjust to the sunlight and noticed the movement out of the corner
of my eye.
He moved swiftly but I had been expecting him. I turned my body away
from him and raised the double-barreled shotgun pistol. The boy had given
me enough warning to cock both barrels as I drew it. My arm was fully
extended by the time he leaped at me with his knife stretched out. He took
two loads of ball shot in the chest. I let the force of the gun spin me
backwards so that the .45 was pointing towards him. It was unnecessary.
The power had thrown him backwards several feet and he lay on his back
dead.
Everyone was stunned.
I walked over to the boy and looked down at him. He was dirty; the next
generation of madness was written all over his face. I heard a clear sigh
of relief behind me and turned to look at Karen. There were tears in her
eyes but they were for herself. I looked at the boy again. He was old
enough to have found girls and looking at Karen I knew which one he wanted
to discover.
Melissa turned her daughter's face away.
"Who is this boy?" I asked the Sheriff.
"That's the youngest Merchant," he said looking like he was seconds from
getting sick. I waited for him to recover and smiled.
"I'm going to have to visit this Merchant family," I said loud enough
for everyone to hear. "Not today though, I think this is enough for today.
It's tough killing a little one."
I walked past the Sheriff and looked at him.
"You're going to want to tell the parents," I told him. "Clean this
mess up, too."
No one followed me back inside. I sat down and thought about what came
next. There was the oldest brother, the clan matriarch and patriarch left
on the list. They had not been to town in years so I doubted they would
come to me. The Sheriff would not dare go out there alone and none of the
townspeople would go with him; the phone would be enough for him. It
served my purposes but from the look of hope in the people outside staying
overnight would serve a completely different purpose.
The townsfolk came inside eventually and sat down uncomfortably around
me. The creatures that walked in their night were fearful but they now
thought they understood what the results of my visit would be. Their
questions were obvious as they looked at each other.
I sat in the same chair being watched by them for the morning and
afternoon. Sally served me a late lunch and waited even longer for dinner.
I kept myself busy by cleaning the guns.
Night fell and the doctor came in. He grumbled about putting the bodies
in cold storage until the FBI could take possession if I decided they were
a part of my investigation. I nodded dismissing him back to the bottle he
took his comfort from. Sally served him one and everyone else went back to
the day's entertainment of watching me.
I walked upstairs to my room. It would be a good drive to get what I
needed and an early start would help.
Karen was sitting naked on my bed. eShe had her hands on her knees with
her head resting on them. Her head came up as I walked in and her hands
moved to cover the important parts of her nudity. I closed the door behind
me and stared into her blue eyes. She was afraid but more that I would
walk out than that I would stay.
"Does your mother know you're here?" I asked her.
The shake of her head was a lie. I took my clothing off and her
nervousness ramped up. She was surprised when I walked into the shower.
Killing the boy had put gunpowder residue on me. The faint smell of it had
made people keep their distance but a naked teenager should be held close.
She was lying down looking at the ceiling when I walked back into the
room naked. She looked at me in surprise having lost herself in what dream
she tried to convince herself she was in. I climbed onto the bed and knelt
next to her. I was hard at the freshness that her body exuded. She was
pale with none of the tan that country girls had. Her mother must have
kept her inside as much as possible. She had tight B-cup breasts that
would climb the extra cup size soon. Her hips had more than a hint of her
mother's curves but were still girlish. Her pubic hair was sparse because
of her age. She looked at me and her blues cried for me to wrap her in
safety.
I smiled at her and pulled her up to her knees. I gave her the first
kiss of her sexual life. She did not know what to do with herself so I
wrapped her arms around my waist. She held on tightly as I opened my mouth
and invaded hers with my tongue. She tried to pull away but I gripped her
asscheeks in my hands and pulled her back to me. My cock rode up her tummy
and to the side. She pulled away from it but ended up on her back on the
bed. I lay on top of her leaving only enough space that my cock could move
on her flesh freely. The kissing got to her, distracting her from what was
happening below.
Her hands moved from my waist to around my neck and she tried to draw me
closer to her. I deepened the kiss and she moaned as sensation swamped
her. I moved to lie by her side and placed my leg between hers. It opened
her for me but she was paying attention to the fingers I was trailing on
her stomach. I was moving them up and down. She was pushing herself
against them trying to make me decide to go north or south as long as I
added more fuel to the fire.
I had decided what I wanted from her body so I went south. I touched
her puss lips and she tried to wriggle away. She hesitated when I split
her lips with two fingers and rubbed gently on her clit. She raised her
hips as I circled her clit in gentle movements. She moaned as her body
found an avenue of release. She opened her mouth and her tongue extended
into mine for the first time. The hunger in her loins was spreading
outward and it was driving her to mindless need. She turned into me and
tightened her arms around my neck as pleasure exploded from her clit. She
screamed into my mouth and her tears burned my face with their heat. She
gasped her way down from the clouds but did not release her tight grip on
my neck.
Trust shined out her eyes as she looked at me and it was the first step.
I pulled her back up to her knees and stepped off the bed. She held on
to me and we kissed some more. I took her arms from around my neck and put
her hands on my hard cock. She studied it with her hands but hid from the
knowledge she was gaining in my kisses. I cupped her face in my hands and
looked at her. I took a step back and applied gentle pressure to make her
drop her head.
She trusted me and wanted to give me anything that resembled what she
had felt. She looked unsure but moved downwards until her breath was on my
cock.
She looked up at me.
"It's okay," I whispered to her smiling.
She dropped her head so that she was breathing on me again. The first
touch of her kiss made my cock surge at her. She giggled because she had
to grip tightly to hold my cock still. She kissed me again and looked up.
I let her see the pleasure I felt at the sight of her innocence being
pushed back by my body. She stared at me and extended her tongue. She
tasted me and giggled again at the strangeness. She pushed my cock up and
looked at my ball sac. She was curious so she moved to lick me there also.
I was sensitive so my cock jerked in her hand. She giggled against my skin
as she tried to make me react to her touch. She got the same reaction
every time her tongue touched my testicles and she settled down to enjoy
the power she had. The long strokes of her tongue forced me to action. I
took her head back in my hands and put my cocked on her lips. She looked
up at me and I pushed forward taking her mouth. She brought her hands up
to the inside of my hips but did not fight me. She had taken me to this
point and the small loss of control as her reward.
It took only a couple of slow strokes in and out of her mouth as she
learned how to give a man pleasure before I came. It was an appetizing
orgasm, not complete as she choked a little in surprise. She did not know
how to finish it correctly so it left a lot of the desire unfulfilled.
She looked up at me in disappointment knowing somehow that she could
have exercised more power in those moments. I got off the bed and went
into the bathroom. I grabbed a glass of water and a towel. Outside, I
wiped the cum from where it had hit her body and she drank the water to
clear out the flavor that was left.
She handed me the glass and I put by the night side table. I grabbed
her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gave a small yelp of
surprise as she tumbled backwards. She gave another yelp and tried to push
me away when I licked her for the first time.
She tasted of a remembered innocence.
I did not bother with preliminaries and brought my tongue to her clit as
soon as I recognized the flavor of her youth. I used long strokes like she
had on my testicles. They affected her like I had been except she tried to
pull away. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and kept her in place. She
screamed as I concentrated on her clit exclusively. She fought even harder
to get away until her body decided it actually wanted more contact. She
pushed her pussy at me and tried to sit up at the same time. She let out a
scream when her body caved under the pleasure I was flooding her with. She
tried to get away again when I did not stop but I tightened my hold on her.
She screamed again when I forced another crest of sensation.
I stood up but she was in a maelstrom of physical sensation so did not
react. I pushed down on her legs so that her knees were by her breasts
exposing her pussy. She reacted to the warmth of my cockhead as I found
her opening in my first thrust. She arched her back as I entered her to
her body resistance. She sat up and looked at our joining but did not
react in fear. I pulled back and ripped aside what was left of her
childhood. I thrust into her without remorse at her scream of surprised
pain until I was fully inside her body. Her hands came up and she clawed
at my sides in reaction. I pushed her legs down harder and pulled back. I
thrust into her taking the last reserves of depth her body had to give.
The pain passed quickly until she felt only the discomfort and the mental
side of knowing she was now more than a girl.
I relaxed inside her and enjoyed the tight feel of her as she surrounded
me. I felt her body fighting me, accepting me and then curiously caressing
me. I waited for the experimental movement of her hips before I made her
body mine. I pulled back and thrust completely into her again. She
reacted with a small amount of trepidation but the discomfort was equal to
the pleasure. She had been prepared by the pleasure of foreplay to want
more and she relaxed reaching for what was left for her to experience.
I used long possessive thrusts out and into her. She brought her hands
to my hips and stroked my flesh in a desire for more power without knowing
what she was asking for. I gave in to her request and sped up my thrusts.
She dug her nails into me in thanks and to spur me to harder thrusts. I
toned the speed down but added force to my downward thrust into her.
Her first orgasm with a man inside her surprised her in the difference.
She thought she knew what it would be like but her eyes opened wide as the
orgasm centered inside of her body instead of her clit. I knew it felt
more complete because her pussy squeezed me hard insisting I join her in
pleasure. I thrust one more time into her and let the orgasmic pleasure of
her body caress me deep inside. It took me from the edge and over as her
body cradled me to take my seed. I pulled back and thrust again. Her mind
rewarded her by releasing a smaller explosion of pleasure as I gave her
more wet warmth to hold inside her.
No one questioned it when I announced that they should try to stay in
town the next few days. The Sheriff looked like he was going to protest
but his renewed courage only got me eye contact. I let him see again that
he would die with everyone else if he got in my way. He waved at Sally for
a drink.
The drive was long but it was one of the few storage facilities that had
met my needs. The drive back was relaxing and I arrived at the same
location my sister had parked her car when she took pictures of the
Merchant house. She had written everything down, as had been her organized
way since I could remember. Her notes were I needed as scouting and to
plan for expected reactions.
The rest of the Merchants would be waiting in their den. It had been a
deathtrap for anyone that had entered and they would feel safe waiting for
me there. They knew I was coming; the deaths had been too specific. I
knew the Sheriff at least would have given them details to keep him alive
even the littlest bit longer.
I changed into the clothing I had prepared for the night. The parking
site was about two hundred meters from the location that my sister had used
for her pictures. I used the time getting to the second site to adjust to
the light and sounds of the falling night. They were creatures of habit
and I did not expect to wait long.
I was only watching the house for an hour before the oldest son came
out. He did not have the size of his stalking shadows or the looks of the
bait but even from the scope I could tell he was the most dangerous.
The bullet from my rifle went through his left knee. His death would
not have required a scope, but that was not my purpose. The bullet was
solid ball and the powder was the most I could load in the shell safely.
The lead went through bone and cartilage coming out the other side in
almost the same shape it had entered. The exit wound would only be a
little bigger than the entrance. His knee was not shattered so much as it
now had a nearly perfect .308 hole through it.
The night echoed his scream and lights came on in the house. I had one
shot at a shadow in a window but I had a life to save. I moved slowly
watching the house. The lights went off but a bullet next to a still
visible figure made it pull back into the darkness. Another bullet into
the house from meters away from the now unconscious body left me secure
enough to tie a tourniquet on the leg I had shot. I handcuffed his arms
behind his back.
I moved around the back of the house and shot the fleeing woman with the
tranquilizer. She did not feel it and kept running. She dropped after
about fifty more meters since I had used a gentle drug to make sure there
were no accidents. I shot a couple of times into the house to get the old
man's head down and handcuffed the woman.
I gave the old man a half hour to think about his fate before I broke an
upstairs window and entered the house through the back door. The old man
shot into the room the window had broken in placing his location for me.
The house was unfamiliar inside but his confusion at the empty room gave me
time. He was turning out of the room when the dart hit him in the throat.
His hands moved to his neck but a couple of shots rushed him backwards into
the room. I heard his body collapse a minute later. I had to be careful
because he was out of my sight but five minutes later I had him handcuffed
also. I checked out the rest of the house. The basement had flanks of
their latest victim hanging from hooks but my sister's head count had been
correct.
I dragged the old man beside his son and moved the old woman to the same
location. I ran to the car and pulled it next to the bodies.
It was a long night setting up the crosses and stands for them. I drove
in three cross setups into the ground. The setups were four planks wired
together with an opening for the cross when I propped it up. I tranqued
the Merchants again before I tied each to their cross. The crosses were as
tall as I could make them and still be able to stand them up on my own.
I did the oldest son first. I tied him securely to the cross but not
enough so that it prevented blood flow. I stood the cross up on its side
and slid it back into the gap between planks. I had run a rope through the
cross but it was still a tough pull back to stand it up. I leaned it on
the opposite side of the opening and tied the rope off to the car. I
hammered long nails into the planks closing the gap. I closed the wire
loops so that the planks could hold the cross up on their own.
The old woman and man were easier to do since they did not weigh as much
as their son. I went into the house and brought a chair for my sister and
I. The funeral home had done a good job with her face. I sat her gently
in the chair so that she faced the Merchants.
I placed the cooler of food next to my chair and waited.
Exposure and starvation take a long time compared to how much faster
modern technology can cause death. The blood loss made the son the first
to leave us. The ravens pecking at his flesh broke the parents. The son
had threatened me but was too weak even from the beginning to make it
meaningful. The old woman had harangued her words at me while the old man
had threatened also. The first peck of the ravens at their live flesh made
them plead for their life. The screaming made the ravens fly away for a
couple of hours but the braver ones came back. They settled in to make a
meal of the son and it taught the father and mother fear.
They lived in horror for their extra day of wakefulness. Eventually
their bodies gave in and unconscious took them. I decided not to wait and
set their crosses on fire. The pain was enough to wake them from a near
painless death as a fiery one embraced them instead. I set the son on fire
only after their crosses collapsed. The house burned like it was made of
tinder.
It was early afternoon so I found the burial spot for my sister without
a problem. It was hot work digging the hole and lowering her casket into
it. I buried the straight razor, garrote, sheriff's shotgun, shotgun
pistol, rifle and pieces of the crosses with her.
I walked back into the town and they were waiting for me. The fire was
still burning in the horizon but no one asked me any questions. The
Sheriff looked angry with me. I kicked him solidly in the groin as I
passed him. The kick to the head knocked him out resolving any possible
problems.
"Lock him in a cell," I told the sycophants. Their eyes were wide with
fear even greater than the one they had felt around Deputy Gus. The
townsfolk had taken a step back from me and it cleared the road to the
hotel.
Sally put a glass of ice water by my hand before I sat down. Most of
the townsfolk stayed outside wanting to make sure I left them alone.
Melissa and Karen came inside. They helped Sally make a meal for me. It
was the first real meal I had in a few days. They stood around me waiting
to see what was next.
I pointed all three of them towards my room. They gave each other
surprised looks but the Merchant home was like a burning bush reminding
them what I was.
It was the first time in years I had been with more than one woman.
Sally getting out of the bed woke me up. I went back to sleep when the
sensor marked her passage downstairs. I only slept an hour after that. I
decided against having either of the two women left when I woke up. They
were cuddled naked against each other; Karen was wrapped in her mother's
arms and they slept without fear for the first time in years. The night
had given them security of being the pleasur of the only thing they feared
now.
Sally put breakfast in front of me when I came downstairs and sat down.
I smiled at her and used the throwaway cell I had been given. I ate while
the hotel filled with people. They were watching me carefully afraid to
make too many moves, which might make me decide that I had not fed yet.
I walked outside and watched the purposeful cloud of dust that
approached the town from the same west that I had entered it. The people
put hands above their eyes and watched it with me.
I turned east and started to walk out of town.
"Wait!" Sally said reaching out an arm. I turned towards her.
"You're not Agent Lyndell," she stated. The townsfolk were looking at
her, angry that she had forestalled their escape.
I shrugged.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jason," I said. "Jason Stewart."
Sally nodded to herself as her eyes blanked for a moment.
"Catherine said it would be okay," she told me. "She said the worst
that could happen was you would come here."
She had said something similar to me once. We had been huddled in my
room as our father had rampaged through the house looking for us. She had
touched my face and turned to be the focus of his disappointments.
I held on to her hand.
"The worst that will happen is you'll kill daddy someday," she whispered
to me as she turned back to give me the first kiss I remembered.
"She would say that," I said before turning and walking out of
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