Chapter 65 - A Person of Interest
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"There's somebody here you need to meet. But before you do it would be best
if you cleaned up. He's a germophobe," said Father Gregory.
"He doesn't like his pussy full of other men's jism," remarked Candace.
"He is unusual and frightfully immature for his age but I think you will find
him interesting."
"I'll be back in a moment," said Candace.
Candace entered the lobby and descended the stairs to the Men's Room. The only
occupant was the misshapen Kenny who rolled his wooden platform immediately away
and cowered in the corner when he saw Candace.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I just came down to wash my cunt and ass," said
Candace.
"You busted Amos us pretty bad. Where did you learn to do something like
that?" said Kenny.
"Satan taught me," said Candace pulling her skirt up and putting one leg on
the edge of the basin.
"You're crazy. There's no such thing as Satan,' said Kenny.
"Well, what's your explanation then?" said Candace.
"You're are on some kind of drug like PCP that makes people strong or you're
not human. You're some kind of cyborg," said Kenny.
"You want to suck the cum out of my cyborg ass? I just spent two hours on the
rail and I've got a butt full," said Candace reaching back to pull her butt
cheeks apart.
"Yeah sure, as long as you don't hurt me," said Kenny.
"Then roll over here and put your lips around my shithole," said Candace.
"You been down front on the rail, huh?" asked Kenny." You let a lot of dudes
ass fuck you?"
"Sure, anybody that wanted to pack my turds was welcome. You want to suck butt
or not?" said Candace.
"Yeah," said Kenny rolling over then putting his hands on Candace's hips to
steady himself as he placed his lips around her asshole. He licked around her
sphincter capturing some of the brownish goo that had been seeping out.
"I'll count to three then you suck hard and I'll squeeze out all the jism
that's inside," said Candace.
Candace counted to three then tightened the muscles in the lining of her
rectum. Kenny applied suction at the right moment. She felt a rush of fluid
leaving her asshole followed by Kenny's gulping sounds.
"That was hot," said Kenny when Candace looked around.
"Do you want to add the contents of my cunt to your belly?" said Candace
turning around to face Kenny. She used her fingers to spread her labia exposing
a vagina oozing semen.
"Fucking-A I do," said Kenny wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Cover my hole and suck hard on three," said Candace.
On three Candace squeezed her vagina muscles. She watched as Kenny sucked a
large quantity of semen into his mouth swallowing rapidly.
"Can I have some piss?" asked Kenny when Candace's had emptied her pussy.
"Greedy little fucker, open wide," said Candace putting her hand on the back
of Kenny's head and holding him in place as she released a stream of strong
yellow pee that landed mostly in Kenny's mouth.
"That was hot, Candy," said Kenny licking his lips to capture the golden drops
of his mustache.
"Glad you liked it. I've got to wash my cunt and get back upstairs," said
Candace.
"All cleaned up," said Candace sitting back down beside Father Gregory who had
one hand buried in the curls of a young man kneeling on the floor sucking his
cock.
"This is Simon. I meet him at a seminar on "The Role of Religion in America"
held at Harvard last week. Simon is attending Georgetown University, your alma
mater. Simon, take my cock out of your mouth and say hello to Candace."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Candace. I've heard so much about you," said
Simon as he licked the head of Father Gregory's cock.
"My pleasure, Simon. Are you enjoying the New Art?" said Candace.
"Much more than I thought I would when Father Gregory suggested we come here
tonight. He placed me in one of the alcove bent over a trash can and let all the
homosexuals bare back me," said Simon. "My butt's full of semen."
"Simon is at the seminary and planning to join the Jesuits," said Father
Gregory.
"The Jesuits are a wonderful order. You must be very clever," said Candace.
"I already have my medical degree," said Simon.
"Simon is also an exceptional cocksucker. Aren't you Simon?"
"I'm glad you are pleased with my poor efforts," said Simon.
"He's humble too. Now to other matters, Candace. Three rows back on the other
end of the aisle is Gregory Watkins. He's wearing a baseball hat and a red
flannel shirt. Take a discreet peek," said Father Gregory.
Candace glanced back at the person Father Gregory was referring to. Gregory
had his cock out slowly masturbating as he watched the movie.
"Looks ordinary enough," said Candace.
"He is in most ways. However, he has a hobby that sets him apart from most of
mankind."
"And that is?"
"Every three or four months, he drives his old pick-up truck to the bad parts
of this wonderful city, sometimes he goes to Boston if he has no luck here. He
cruises around until he encounters a lady of the evening that meets his
specifications. She must be pretty, young maybe 14 or 15, have nice long legs
and large breasts. She must be Caucasian. Gregory's prejudices would make
Goebbels proud. He despises Jews, Negroes, Orientals and especially American
Indians. It's also very important that his victims have large violet eyes like
Elizabeth Taylor. The eyes are very important. Our boy doesn't compromise
either. Sometimes in the dark, he misjudges the eyes. If he decides she's not
quite right after all, he will let her blow him and takes her immediately back
to her place of business. All very politely done. But if she's meets all his
criteria, the story takes a different turn."
"He kills them, doesn't he?" said Candace.
"Sometimes I forget we both serve the same Master and how much power he has
given you. For the lucky girl with the violet eyes, he has a special treat.
Greg fires a tranquilizer dart from an air pistol he conceals by his car seat.
He drives the beauty with the violet eyes to the Watkins family farm located
about thirty miles from Worcester. Since his parents and his sister died, he
lives there alone. It's over 600 acres quite large for a farm here in the Bay
State. Fortunately for Gregory, there's a sizeable trust and he doesn't have to
worry about making ends meet."
"And once he's back on the farm?" asked Candace.
"They get to live for three more days but not comfortably. He begins by raping
them, which is the least unpleasant thing they experience while in his company.
Next he suspends them by their breasts in an old barn. He uses piano wire to
create a noose for each breast. Then he slowly raises them about ten feet off
the ceiling. They hang there all night by their boobs. This gives Greg an
opportunity to catch up on his rest. The poor boy lacks self-confidence and
experiences significant internal turmoil and anxiety as he works himself up to
the abduction. That first night he sleeps peacefully while the girl swings back
and forth screaming. If she's lucky, she passes out after a while. The wire cuts
deep and you would think it might even rip her tits off but they stay attached
as she struggles against the pain.
Hanging for eight hours by their boobs leave most of his victims just a few
brain waves away from total madness. He lowers them and then he rapes them
anally. Afterwards, he becomes creative. Being raised on a farm, he's good with
tools. He likes to start with their fingers and toes. He uses bolt cutters to
remove all their toes. He cauterizes the wounds so she doesn't bleed out. By
noon on the second day, the young lady would never be able to wear open toes
sandals. He stops for lunch then rapes her again. Next it's off with the
fingers. One by one, the young lady watches as she places the blades of his bolt
cutter around each digit then neatly pops it off. He applies a red-hot soldering
iron to the stump. That is apparently far more painful than the amputation
itself. I base that on the reaction of the victim.
Gregory proceeds from pinkie to thumb over two hours. He arranges the severed
digits in the same order they were attached. He takes Polaroid's so he can
admire his handiwork afterwards. He's obsessive about certain things. Gregory
is constantly wiping up blood. He keeps everything spotless. He likes to jerk
off onto the fingerless hands. He rubs his semen carefully over the stumps like
he was applying a healing balm. If the young lady is not out of her mind with
shock, pain, and terror, she soon will be.
Gregory ties her in a position where her posterior points toward the ceiling.
He uses a speculum to dilate her rectum. He's a good customer at a Web site
where they sell medical supplies and instruments.
When he has her anus sufficiently dilated, he inserts a tool he designed and
made all by himself into her lower bowel. He possibly has a patentable device
there. Once inside, he triggers a set of hooks that embed themselves in the
walls of her lower intestine. They're barbed and act like fishhooks. Once set,
he ever so slowly withdraws his tool pulling the intestine along with it. Once
he had a few inches of intestine outside, he is able to draw the girl's guts out
inch-by-inch right through her asshole. I have to say in all my centuries of
watching people being disemboweled by executioners' expert in removing a
person's intestinal tract while they are still alive, Gregory has added
something entirely new. Did you know there are over fourteen feet of upper and
lower intestines in the human body? Gregory managed to extract some ten feet
from his last victim. He keeps them informed of his progress.
Our boy has had a long and difficult second day so he leaves her there to
watch over her disembowelment while he catches a solid eight hours. The next
day is only a half-day. He carefully removes her eyes from the sockets. He
places the eyes on a nearby table where if they had the rest of the person they
could watch the finale.
He strips naked and climbs on the girl for a final rape. This time he brings a
razor that he uses to cut her so she bleeds all over him as he has sex with her.
He cuts her in several dozen places being careful that she doesn't exsanguinate
before he drops his load. He prefers to finish shortly before she dies.
All done, he thoroughly cleans up. Everything goes in the farm's wood chipper
except for the violet eyes. Those are his souvenirs. He places those in a
mayonnaise jar of preservative he keeps in the refrigerator. He keeps the jar on
the top shelf right next to a half-gallon of two percent milk. Last weekend he
placed pair number eight in the jar. He has another jar all ready to use when
this one fills up. Thus far he has managed to kidnap six hookers off the streets
but there will be many more before fate intervenes and he's caught.
"You said there were eight pair of eyes but he's only taken six prostitutes,"
said Candace.
"Mother and sister's orbs were the first to go in the jar. Perhaps not too
surprisingly they both had violet eyes."
"Interesting."
"Yes, I consider him a rare orchid in Satan's garden of evil. I think you
should go over and introduce yourself."
"I don't have violet eyes, mine are blue."
"Yes, beautiful Mediterranean blue, however, Gregory's satiated for now. He
killed last weekend which means he's satisfied for another three months, maybe
four."
"I haven't read anything about this in the media. There's no report of a
serial killer."
"It takes the authorities a while when the victims are prostitutes. Pimps
rarely file missing person's reports. They just move on to the next busload of
girls arriving in the big city to seek their fortune."
"I'll give it try. We may not be each other's type."
On screen, two older men dressed in leather pants that exposed their cocks
and ass were taking turns fucking a skinny blonde kid. The kid seemed to be
enjoying taking their cocks in his mouth and ass.
"Hello, Greg," said Candace as she slipped into the adjacent seat.
"How did you know my name?" Candace noticed that Gregory neither looked her
way nor stopped jerking his cock as she spoke. He was staring intently at the
screen as he stroked himself.
"I just saw you over here playing handball and I thought I could help out,"
said Candace.
"Why would I let a filthy nigger fucking whore touch my cock?"
"I just washed my hands in the Men's Room. I used an anti-bacterial soap.
Please let me play with it. I want to touch you."
"Keep your hands off. I saw you down there on the rail with the other whores.
Niggers and spics were sticking their cocks in you. You're nothing but white
trash. There was even a fat Chinaman with his cock in your ass. The yellow
monkey was yammering in his lingo each time he shoved his dick in your
shithole."
"He was repeating, "This whore has a tight ass," in Mandarin. He also said
that he loved fucking white married women because dumping his cum in their ass
is even better than spitting in their husband's food in his restaurant."
"What did you say to him?"
"I told him that my husband loved to suck other men's cum out of my ass. That
got him off because he squirted his spunk deep inside my bowels."
"Fucking dirty chink bastard, but you're no better than they are. How do you
know what he was saying?"
"I speak Mandarin," replied Candace reaching over to place her hand under
Gregory's balls and cup them. Candace was a little surprised he didn't push her
hand away. His nuts were tight. He continued to stroke himself. He stared
intently at the screen. He still had not looked in Candace's direction.
"I guess not a lot of whores can speak to Chinamen in their own lingo."
"Probably not, in the dark, it's hard to tell anyone's race or color. It's all
just cock when you're on your knees taking it. And I love to take it that way."
"Your husband knows you're here?"
"Not exactly, I didn't tell him I was coming to the New Art but I did tell him
I was going out and getting laid."
"You must have some family life. What's he doing tonight?"
"He's at home, watching a movie with our children. Afterwards he plans to fuck
one of our daughter's friends."
"Shit, how old is your daughter?"
"Fifteen, she wanted to come with me tonight but you have to be eighteen to
get in. Besides Briana's pregnant and needs to take care of the Master's
daughter."
Candace leaned over and gave the tip of Gregory's cock a long slow lick. "You
taste delicious but different. There's a faint flavor of death about your cock,"
commented Candace.
"Being just fifteen wouldn't have mattered. Manager could care less if you
bring a five year old in here as long as you let him fuck her. I've seen pimps
bring girls here who couldn't have been more than thirteen. They put them on the
rail to break them down. Two hours of being pumped in all three holes by the
perverts and street trash that come to the New Art gets a girl ready to sell
herself. She has no self-respect left and she's ready to stand on the curb and
fuck anybody who's got the dough. This place saves a pimp from having to round
up a dozen of his nigger buddies for a gangbang. "
"Let me put the tip of your cock in my mouth and suck on it," said Candace as
she positioned herself to start sucking Gregory's dick.
"I saw what you did to that nigger pimp. You scared the living shit out of
that black bastard. I bet his ass is still shaking."
"He started it. He grabbed me by the hair." Candace took her mouth of
Gregory's cock to answer.
"You're one of them, aren't you. I saw you talking to the priest. I've seen
him watching me."
"Father Gregory is an old friend. He likes you because you both have the same
first name. We all follow the same Master."
"You're like me. You belong to Satan. That's where you get the power to throw
niggers up in the air. Goddamn I wish he'd make me strong enough to do that. He
talks to me though."
"What does he say?" asked Candace who now had one hand on Gregory balls while
she gave him a blowjob.
"He tells me to find someone like my mom and sister and get them off the
street so they can't hurt anyone else. He tells me exactly how to do it. What
does he tell you to do?"
"I'm afraid my mission for the Master is more complicated than yours. He did
send me to meet you tonight. I want to fuck you." Candace didn't wait for a
reply. She stood up and pulled her cotton tee shirt up exposing her breasts. She
hiked up her short skirt, straddled the seat and slowly lowered herself onto
Gregory's cock.
Gregory took one of her nipples in his mouth and began gently sucking it.
Candace found herself rocking back and forth pumping Gregory's cock.
"Yes, you're one of them. You fuck like one of them. Your pussy is hot like
the fires of hell. It burns my cock. You fuck like my Momma. She belonged to
Lucifer. She taught me and my Sister to worship him."
For someone who had barely looked in Candace's direction, their lovemaking
turned violently passionate. Gregory's hands were cupping her ass, guiding her
to fuck his hard prick. He slipped one finger into her butt hole. He added the
index finger of his other hand and used both hands to stretch her wide open.
Candace straddled Gregory while he sucked her nipples. Several times, she forced
his head back and they kissed fervently. Candace focused on enhancing the
sensations that she felt in the walls of her vagina. She felt her cunt muscles
ripple, convulse, and contract as they caressed Gregory's cock on every inch of
its downward journey. After what seemed like the longest fuck of Candace's life,
she sensed that her orgasm was approaching.
"Oh Satan, oh Lucifer, oh the Ruler of Hell, use thy servant Candace to bring
forth thy dominion on earth," shrieked Candace as her body slipped off a high
precipice for a long downward plunge into a screaming orgasmic slide. In her
mind, she saw the fiery flames reaching up toward her as she plummeted downward.
Without thinking, she rubbed her rock hard clitoris across the jagged teeth of
the zipper of Gregory's jeans. The zipper teeth caught and scraped against the
flesh of her pleasure nexus as they tore the skin to where it was raw and
bloody. Her warm blood spilled out and covered Gregory's crotch.
"You truly are from Satan," said Gregory, as his body was overcome with the
pleasure that Candace's pussy was creating in his cock.
"I'm one of his brides," laughed Candace, as the first wave of her orgasm
broke then swept over her like a tidal wave. Candace's body jerked and convulsed
as a prolonged climax shook and twisted her body. Gregory answered by releasing
his sperm into her vagina. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over Candace
as she sensed the hot sperm washing the walls of her pussy.
When her orgasm ended, Candace collapsed forward toward the seated Gregory.
She remained there as she caught her breath. When she recovered enough to look
down, she saw the cold dead eyes of Gregory Watkins carefully studying her.
Candace dismounted from Gregory's lap and dressed. She leaned down and kissed
him gently on the lips. Then she walked out of the theatre to her car and drove
away. As she drove home, she savored the sensation of Gregory's evil sperm
slowly dripping out of her vagina.
