Duet for the Devil

by T. Winter-Damon

  Cherry’s encircling fingers tremble like a divining rod, reverberating as a sudden soul-deep shudder stirs her lover’s tense flesh.

  [ 189 ]

  “—The reek of Death filled the crowded room. The thrill of the kill drove them to even greater excesses… Yes. Far from wasting such a fresh-plucked moss rose (however damaged…) they busied themselves with her still-warm corpse, repeatedly raping & sodomizing her remains…”

  [ 190 ]

  “Okay. Anyway, Crazy Buddy had his zipper down, & he had his cock out, & he was playing with it while they watched—ever-so-eagerly. About that there was no mistaking…

  “We should have stopped right then & there. Got our asses out & left that nut case to whatever he wanted. With us gone. But like Ellsworth said… I’ll admit it. I was. & they were. But we shouldn’t have let our brains get caught up in our zippers even if he did.

  “So here we were, standing out in the hallway, hidden, peeping in to see just what the fuck was going on. One thing apparently was true—Lois was hardly a blushing virgin, she sure seemed to know the ropes, & so it followed to all of us, I guess, that she was, indeed, the slut he’d promised, &, what the Hell!, sluts, regardless of their age, were just asking to be fucked, right…? The typical macho-asshole programming, I know.

  “‘How d’ya like these dirty magazines I swiped out of my Daddy’s dresser drawer?” Lois asked Buddy. There wasn’t a doubt in our minds that she sure did! Her voice was a dry whisper of excitement…

  “Lois walked over to Buddy, kneeled in front of him & started stroking his already-hardened dong. Sister Missie let the fuckbook she’d been gazing at drop to the floor, & just stared spellbound at her brother’s rigid penis & her girlfriend masturbating him.

  “& we nearly SHIT when we heard what she said next!:

  “‘Goddamn, your brother’s got a nice cock!’ Lois moaned, ‘It’s so big ’n’ fat! You’re hung almost as big as Daddy—God, Missie, I can hardly wait to have him stick it in me ’n’ fuck my hot little pussy with it…’

  “‘YOU FUCK YOUR OLD MAN…?’ Buddy gasped, for once totally losing his cool. ‘YOU REALLY LET HIM FUCK YOU…?’ His penis jerked & twitched with obvious arousal at the obscene revelation.

  “‘Well, no, not really. He doesn’t fuck me, ’cause he says I’m still too young ’n’ he’s too big for me to take…that way…he’s afraid he might get carried away ’n’ bust me up inside…you know, takin’ him ‘straight’…”

  [ 191 ]

  “—When, finally, they had slaked their raging lusts, Fat Man asked what they would do with her? Skull Man answered: ‘Ha ha. ha. Remember. If she’s old enough to bleed, she’s old enough to butcher…’

  “Fat Man giggled.

  “Skull Man said, ‘Wrap her in a sheet. I’ll take her home to use a bit longer before I trim her bones.’ He gestured to Fat Man. ‘You can help me. Think I’ll cut out her snatch & save it as a souvenir. I’ll chop her up & feed the flesh to my dog. As for the bones…? All we need to do is find a fresh-dug grave, shovel down another foot or so, cover the evidence with backfill, & our little playmate disappears…”

  [ 192 ]

  “‘Daddy’s hung like a mule, like Janie says—”

  “Who the fuck was Janie?” Cherry interrupts.

  “That’s exactly what Buddy asked.” Frank says. “&, if you’ll hold on, I’ll tell you­—

  “‘Oh, she’s Lois’ older sister—’ Missie blurted.

  “‘What the fuck…?’ Buddy questioned, totally puzzled by now…

  “Well, see, I mostly only fool around with Daddy,” Lois said, “you know, I jack him off after he stares at the pictures of the naked ladies ’n’ the little girls in his fuckbooks. You know, ’n’ he makes me take off all my clothes so he can look at me ’n’ touch me down there…’”

  “‘He does…?’ Buddy asked.

  “‘Oh, sure… He’s been doin’ that t’ Janie ’n’ me for years…’ Lois said…”

  [ 193 ]

  “—What bribes or intimidations kept Mother & Aunt Babs silent I shall never know. I’m certain her mother would miss her as a potential source of revenue if nothing else. Skull Man stripped off the glittering rhinestone studs from her pierced ears. He gathered up her panties where they lay on the kitchen table. He loomed over Me. Handed Me those reminders of what happens to naughty kiddies. & cautioned Me to keep My little yap shut. Or else…

  “Her other belongings, her clothes & shoes & whatnot, they tossed in with her body when they wrapped her in the sheet.

  “I saved the little treasures of her throughout My boyhood, using her panties as a fetish which I loved to kiss & rub all over Me when I was naked. As I grew old enough to fulfill such wicked, exciting stimulation, I would masturbate onto the semen-crusted garment as I fondled her earrings.” Maldoror pauses, staring down at Truman Gilmore as he lays upon the Fat Man’s naked back, his flaccid penis long-since spent & drooling, yet still inserted in the Bible salesman’s violated anus… “Can you see now, You Pitiful Bible Fuck, why it is:

  ‘MY VENGEANCE NEEDS BLOOD…?’”

  [ 194 ]

  “…ever since Mom ran off with that bartender guy, see, he started crawlin’ into bed with us so he could finger us ’n’ stuff…not both of us at once…he’s real sneaky about it… But I’ve seen him fuckin’ Janie, you know, with his huge thing stuck all the way up her—sometimes I peep in his keyhole when I hear ’em in there, in his bedroom, or when I see ’em sneakin’ in there together… He fucks her real good! I can hear her moan ’n’ squeal ’n’ everything… With me, he mostly just gets out those books…’n’ after he gets real turned on, he makes me get naked so he can do his ‘special things’ with me…’

  “Before we could recover from that confession, or even take time to consider the full implications we got hit with another shock…

  “Surprise Number Two. Missie stood up right in front of her brother, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, & began fingering herself— &, man, did we ever get an eyeful…”

  [ 195 ]

  The tall cop with the hang-dog face cants forward across the formica countertop, the steam rising from his scalding, mud-murky cup of java swirls into his nostrils, an aromatic sauna serving to ease the ache of his clogged sinuses, tiny moisture droplets beading in the pores of his still night-cool cheeks & forehead, gathering like dewdrops in the dark folds of flesh circled beneath his bullet-hard eyes.

  His gaze is fixed on the green-checkered cloth of uniform straining suggestively with each shifting sway of the waitress’ backside. Without turning, lest he lose his vantage, he queries his florid, rum-blossomed partner: “So, O’Malley, I almost f’rgot—whatever came a yr nosin’ int’ that moonfaced sales guy ’n’ his Bible-wacko buddy…? HAH! Don’t tell me, let me guess—th sonbitch He wz one of America’s Most Wanted…? or maybe th’ ghost a’ Baby Face Nelson back t’ haunt us fr’m his grave…?”

  [ 196 ]

  “Surprise Number Three. Missie seemed eager to play one-up with her friend. ‘Put his thing in your mouth,’ she told Lois, ‘& suck it for him like I do. Suck him ’til he cums.’

  “Goddamn! I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing, Cherry! Here I was, what? seventeen? & I’d never got a girl to suck me all the way! Handjobs?—yeah. Sure. No big deal. Grunt-&-groans in a Buick backseat?—Beaucoup! Sure, an occasional fleeting kiss down there to tease me, even a cheerleader or two who’d put their mouths on it & hummed a bit & licked it like it was some kind of exotic ice cream cone or something. But it sure wasn’t their flavor of the month! & it was always with that same goddamn caution: ‘Only if you promise you won’t cum in my mouth!’ But a real fucking drop-your-load type blow job?— ­FUCK NO! & here he was, with his own fuckin’ sister copping to have copped his joint… & sucked his jizz! SHIT, Cherry, I figured she must either be lying, or she was some kinda fuckin’ NYMPHO or something! & this other girl, Lois, must be a nympho, too— I mean, she’d just admitted… Hell�
� practically bragged about doin’ sex stuff with her own goddamn’ father f’r chrissakes! By that time, I didn’t give a flyin’ fuck how crazy Buddy was for foolin’ around with his sister & this other little jailbait— I wanted to see her suck that thing, &, by God, I was going t’ get mine sucked by her. Or Lois. Or both. Like it or not! After all, they both must be sluts, & I guess in some twisted way I’d already started rationalizing how havin’ ’em suck us wasn’t quite so bad even if they were so young & all…! What fucking harm could it do, really… I mean, y’ve sucked one dick off, y’ might as well SUCK ’EM ALL, right…?”

  Cherry bows her head, brushing the flared knob of Frank’s penis with her lips, her tongue flickering soft so soft his conscious perceptions fail to notice…

  [ 197 ]

  “Awwwhhh shuddup, Caldwell, wha’d’ya’ know? I just knew ya’ wouldn’t let it well enough alone… I ran th’ dirty bastard through th’ NCIC. Nuthin’. Ran Him through th’ Oklahoma DMV, too, by god. Yeah. He must’a’been who He said He was. It checked out. Th Olds is owned by one Truman P. Gilmore. It may’ve checked out, but I’ve still got this weird hunch about that guy… Sumthin’ ain’t right. I can feel it.”

  “Just so I don’t hear about it. Got that, O’Malley…?”

  “Ya’know, th weirdest part of it all is, I just can’t seem t’ focus on His face. Ya’know me, Caldwell— I never f’rget one. But all I get when I try t’ r’memb’r His, is this goddamn sort’a outline with th’ rest of it blanked out like it should have a Dick Tracy question mark in th’ middle ’r a target-range bullseye laid across it. Sumthin’ ain’t right…”

  “Cut th’ goddamn friggin’ Inner Sanctum crap, will y’, y’ loonie mick…? Next y’ll be seein’ little green men fr’m Mars ’n’ dancin’ hippos in pink tutus… Better cut tipp’in’ th juice, huh…?”

  “Sumthin’ just ain’t right, Caldwell—” The HIRES clock above the counter reads one minute ’til 2 a.m.

  [ 198 ]

  “I know what you must be thinking, Cherry! He was that sick… & I guess we were even sicker for watchin’ ’em. I mean, here he was with his sister & all… Incest. The whole bit. But I guess by then, the idea of him doin’ things like that with his own fuckin’ sister & this other jailbait kid was part of the kick… I mean it was like a goddamn freak show or something, y’ know what I mean…?

  “‘I’m afraid,’ Lois said, ‘Daddy’s tried to make me do that…’n’ I’ve seen Janie doin’ it for him, but…I…I bit him when he tried to stick it in my mouth! I’ve fucked a whole lotta guys, y’ know…lots…’n’ most of th’ guys have tried to talk me in t’ that…but…I mean they smell funny, ’n’ he pees out of it, doesn’t he…? Besides, I’d rather have it in my pussy, or…even—’

  “‘Oh, Christ, Lois! Do I have to do it for you?’ Missie bitched. She kicked her panties off. Then walked over to them. She knelt next to the other girl, removed Lois’ hands from her brother’s cock, bent her head down in his lap, & took it in her own mouth.

  “Buddy had a very strange look on his face. Even though he was gettin’ his dick sucked by his little sister, he looked distracted or puzzled. “What did you mean, ‘or even…?’ he finally asked.”

  [ 199 ]

  Mal & crew are holding tight to their timetable. It has been just a bit short of 30 hours since the police rapped on their respective doors, canvassing for possible clues in the two multiple murders that claimed a total of six lives. It is early morning, still pitch dark, & the ill-lit courtyard of the motel court conceals much of the trio’s actions behind the screen of shadow posed by the unpruned overspill of foliage once planted as a hedgerow delineating the illusory oasis of a narrow strip of pool & playground. Located at the end farthest from the office, it most effectively masks the front of Rooms 12 & 14 from casual observation by motel guests lodging along the opposite side. The Olds is backed up to the curb in front of Mal’s quarters, the trunk scant feet from the doorway.

  [ 200 ]

  “Lois blushed positively crimson & started giggling… She walked over to where the strokebooks lay, & searched through the stack ’til she seemed to find what she wanted. She carried it back over to where Buddy & Missie were sitting, & flipped open the book, thumbing through the pages slowly so both of them could get a good look at each of the various pictures. They both stared wide-eyed. Missie gasped in astonishment, & said, ‘Oh, god, that’s sooo grossss!’ Buddy seemed considerably more receptive, judging by how hard he was breathin’ & moanin’ & by the way his cock started twitchin’ & jumpin’ as he pumped it in & out in & out of his sister’s mouth! Oh, yeah, we could see what the cover said & the picture on it: ANAL SCHOOLGIRLS was the name, & there was a picture of what looked like a blonde teenage girl with her hair in pigtails, bending over, with this guy shoving his big cock right up her ass! From where we were watchin’, we could see the whole goddamn book looked like it was fulla pictures like that…”

  [ 201 ]

  The Medic of Mutilations has given the Bible salesman a TKO-jolt of Demerol, rendering him a deadweight equivalent to a watertight sleeping bag pumped full of Jello ’til the seams bulge with the bulk of the wriggling contents.

  Snuff opens the trunk lid, casts a wary eye for watchers, & strolls back inside, & returns seconds later, helping Mal wrestle Truman’s inert mass out the door & into his waiting place of confinement. There is no need for speech. Both move as though caught up in the flow of well-choreographed steps in some badass ballet. Snuff eases the lid closed. The two step back into the motel room. The door shuts. There is a pause of several minutes…

  Julie opens the door of Room 14, & carries first one, then four more heavy brown grocery sacks one-by-one out to the Olds & into the again-opened trunk. Her father follows her with a large black trashbag slung in his cradling arms. He shuts the trunk lid, walks back to the room, returns with several suitcases, then slides the car key into the left-rear lock, twists his wrist, hinges the door open, & deposits his burden in the back seat.

  Snuff enters the front passenger door. He unlatches the far side for Mal, who carries only His attaché case. Mal climbs in, takes the keys from His henchman, & cranks the starter, letting the motor warm & purr. Julie unobtrusively wipes the door knob of any prints, then scurries out to the car, toting her own suitcase, & enters via the right-rear door. Mal lets the motor idle for several minutes, unhurried… He pulls out. Stops in front of the office. Steps out & tosses the room keys in the night-drop slot. Gets back into the driver’s seat. Smiles. Satisfied with the smooth workings of His contingency plan. & eases the big white DELTA 88 out into the street…

  [ 202 ]

  “Anyway, Missie kept suckin’ on it & strokin’ it for him while Buddy stared at the pictures. He asked Lois, ‘You mean you won’t suck cock, but you let your old man do that to you…?’

  “‘Well, I mean, he’s only done it a few times—it’s not like he does it all the time or anything! & he only pushes the tip of it in…just a little way…not all the way up my butt with his big thing! But he says I can take it better that way than up my pussy, but I don’t know how he figures that! I think it’s really ’cause he’s scared of gettin’ me pregnant or somethin’…but he always uses a rubber on Janie…?’

  “‘I think the sonofabitch just wants to shoot his cumload up you, instead of baggin’ it, so he likes to do it up your tight little ass,’ Buddy grinned. ‘But, shit, he’s an asshole, himself, ’cause, Babydoll, you’re too young to have t’ worry about gettin’ knocked up (that liar!)… I could do it up either one of you & shoot, without makin’ a baby in y’… I mean, SHIT, Missie’s only got a little patch of fuzz down there, & maybe about thirteen real hairs… if she’s got that!’ he teases.

  “Missie kept on suckin’ him for a few minutes. Then she came up for air & said, ‘Here, Lois, you jack him off while I suck— I’m gettin’ tired of blowin’ him…my mouth’s startin’ t’ ache…c’mon, let’s make him cum…’ With both pretty young girls working on him,
believe me, Cherry, it wasn’t long before Buddy shot his wad off right in his sister’s mouth, just like she’d fuckin’ promised… When she finally pulled it out of her mouth, her lips were slick & slippery with his goo & it was droolin’ out the corners of her mouth, & she just stuck out her tiny pink tongue real sexy-like & licked it all off her lips & where it was startin’ to dribble down her chin… & she grabbed hold of Lois’ hand that still held her brother’s cock, & drew it right down to the base where his curly hairs all sprouted, & she started frigging it real hard & fast, milking out the last few pearly drops of jizz, & then she forced Lois’ head down & made her put her mouth on it & suck…

  [ 203 ]

  The bone-white Olds follows the almost-empty streets of early morning Quincy north. Mal carefully observes the speed limit, as well as all those minor dictates of Illinois’ traffic law. No errors. Ever.

  The air is crisp with the night-chill of this unseasonably warn autumn & with that peculiar clarity characteristic of the wee hours just before the breaking dawn.