Duet for the Devil

by T. Winter-Damon

  BIZARRE IMAGES EXPLODING IN HIS SKULL… SHEDDING THE OUTER SKIN OF PALE HUMANITY… EXPOSING THE DARK HUNGRY PREDATOR WITHIN… DESIRES TRANSMUTING TO A PSYCHIC HURRICANE OF PAIN THEN FURY FALLING BACK INTO REALITY AS SCALDING RAIN HARD SO HARD IT STRIPS AWAY THE INNER FLESH AS WELL… NEED STREAMING ALL THE WAY DOWN INTO PRIMAL DARKNESS… ALL THE WAY IN… & BAD TO THE BONE…

  [ 233 ]

  The police then question the seedy motel manager regarding the occupants of Rooms 12 & 14. But it’s a no-show. Mal & crew have long since split, & are safe on the farm, across state lines in Iowa. & all they’ve managed to bag is one fucked-up weenie-wagging perv.

  Small consolation when the Forensics boys turn up some O-Negative stains in between the bathroom tiles—a deadringer for Gilmore’s blood type. & one skyblue contact lens. A prescription comparison could tie it to one WFJ runaway named Heather Riley, providing a Missing Persons had been filed.

  But her old man’s too afraid she’ll talk him into god-only-knows how many counts of Forcible Rape & Sodomy, not to mention the multiple raps for Corrupting a Minor & Incest &…

  Besides that, he’s always got his two boys to comfort him in his Hour of Need, & that flock of sweet & innocent young lambs he teaches in his Sunday School class.­

  Oh, yes, praise the Lord! surely he can show them all the way…

  [ 234 ]

  “NO. You goddamn bitch!” Frank snarls. “It wasn’t like that at all! I was still hard. I could’ve stayed hard all night long for her… I could’ve sunk it in so deep & hard, when she nuzzled the head of my big boner down there, against the waiting circle of that puckered, rubbery little hole. & then she clambered up on her hands & knees with her dark dark hair all tousled & damp & swirling down across her shoulders, & she thrust her rump up in my fuckin’ face & wriggled it all naughty-like & sexy & I wanted to kiss her back there & stick my tongue into her just like I saw Buddy & Dale & Bob do to her & to My Little Missie… & she was beggin’ me to push my fingers into her anus & masturbate her & she was beggin’ me to lick her asshole & eat it out & she was beggin’ me to shove it up her ass, moanin’, ‘ANALFUCK ME! ANALFUCK ME JUST LIKE DADDY DOES—ONLY SHOVE IT ALL THE WAY UP INSIDE ME…

  “THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU…?” Cherry taunts.

  Frank’s hairy chest is suddenly wracked with sobs, spilling forth his desire & loathing. “I JUST COULDN’T. NOT LIKE THAT. EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO. SO BAD… IT WAS SO FILTHY & DEGRADING… & I’D NEVER SEEN OR IMAGINED ANYTHING SO EXCITING… BUT I COULDN’T— CAUSE THAT’S THE WAY QUEERS DO IT…”

  [ 235 ]

  Professor Punk stares out through the copper-tinted wall of mirror-glazed windows at the expansive panorama of downtown Houston skyline. He is ringed by the highrise thrusts housing corporate power structures, rearing like angular phallic colossi erected in some narcissistic rite of circle jerk asserting dominance through implied comparisons of relative virility.

  The rose & saffron flames of dawn herald the Boat of Amon-Ra as it rises once more from its night-journey through the Underworld…

  In a syncretistic merger of the concepts & pantheons of ancient belief-systems­—

  Hades, World of the Dead, whose gate-realm is Erebus­—

  Son of Chaos­—

  Who fathered Light & Day as he coupled with his sister, Night—

  Erebos, the corporate demigod, ruled by the Lilithian Lucy Nation, Mistress of Mermaid’s Inn, whose ultimate goal is to throw wide the very Gates of Hell & enslave its minions…

  But for now, the twin dominatrices in black leather corsets & spike-heeled boots loll in the luxury of Prof’s temporary digs, the ennui of their all-night orgy with the masochistic genius washing over them, mingling with the dreamdregs of designer drugs synthesized by their sex partner/submissive.

  For now, the Prof has uncinched the straps & buckles of his wellworn leather bondage mask, & set aside its womblike, enveloping total-isolation-of-the-tainted-soul, in lieu of daylight visions…

  For now, his flaccid, inchworm prick dangles, spent, between his skinny, naked thighs…

  For now, the braided leather lashes of the dominatrices lie coiled upon the coverlets, no longer scourging raw, bloody hieroglyphs of eager pain upon the topography of scar-furrowed flesh…

  & he wonders why no further word has been heard of the Blue Devil Killer, Slice, who seems to have vanished as if swallowed up by The Bottomless Pit, itself…

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  “Just like Missy Lynn’s, Frank, just exactly like your daughter’s! Can you just IMAGINE how fucking TIGHT she is…! Just right for you to FUCK & CORNHOLE, You Filthy Fucking Prick, You!” The redheaded temptress taunts him with her whispered obscenities….

  [ 237 ]

  Prof. Punk punches the ON button of the TV remote. The 46” screen crackles, rez’ing up in a momentary snow of red, blue & green dots that transform themselves into the image of the CNN early-morning newscaster & the monitor behind him, the camera cutting from his face to an on-the-scene replay: the blowup visage of a young girl of Japanese ancestry, long black hair swirling in October breeze…

  He takes a brief respite from the night’s program of pain. Answering some secret goading more intense than savored torment.

  …behind her is a field, stretching away to where the fire-leafed maples crowd the skyline blinding with the intensity of westering sun, all cobalt & amethyst & bloodred & vermilion, lancets of Aztec-gold searing through the rifts in foliage, glaring on the camera’s lens, foxing the transmitted visual with blazing starbursts & spiderwebs of reflected sunlight…

  The camera zooms in, filling its focal field with an immense mouth, flower-petal delicate lips smeared with crimson gloss:

  “…THE SCENE, WHERE SEVERAL HOURS EARLIER, TWO BOYSCOUTS MADE THIS GRIM DISCOVERY—”

  The camera pans to left, following the thrust of her outstretched arm & pointing index finger…

  “—A PIT FILLED WITH STACKS OF DESECRATED BIBLES, APPARENTLY URINE-SOAKED. LOCAL POLICE BELIEVE THIS TO BE THE WORK OF SATANIC HEAVY-METAL PUNKS OR A COVEN OF DEVIL WORSHIPPERS THAT MAY BE OPERATING IN THIS REGION”

  A chill gust seems to blow across Prof. Punk’s scalp & spine, raising gooseflesh, the short hairs bristling on his naked arms & legs. His cadaver-pale, holocaust-skinny body trembles as if hit by a petit mal seizure, & he knows, he surely knows what Devils walked this very field…

  [ 238 ]

  Frank’s confession spills from his lips like a flood of vomit, detailing, to Cherry’s delight, every sickening, shameful detail of his long-kept secret, including the final outrage he witnessed, something that pushed him over the edge, twisting his mind forever with the shame he did nothing to stop it—something far worse even than the gang rape of Lois & Missie—something that set a rage of self-hatred seething within him, obsessing him with the need to vindicate his inaction, to absolve his guilt­…

  “…& I was buried deep in sweet Missie’s exquisitely tight eleven-year-old pussy, fuckin’ away, again, & I was just about ready t’ cum in her a second time, when I looked up for a second, & stared over my shoulder, Cherry, ’cause I had this weird feelin’ like I was bein’ watched…

  “& goddamnit, there was this little fuckin’ kid just standin’ there all wide-eyed & innocent with her big babyblues starin’ at us all naked & Buddy fuckin’ Lois in the ass & me with my cock in Missie… She was maybe six years old & blonde & pigtailed, & she was wearin’ one of those frilly little babydoll nighties that barely cover anything, & you could see her little cotton panties…

  “& I looked away, ’cause I felt so dirty, her seein’ me doin’ it…

  “& I started to go soft all of a sudden & I was slippin’ out & floppin’ limply against Missie’s slit…

  “I realized we’d completely forgotten how the girls were babysitting… & we’d been makin’ all this ruckus…”

  [ 239 ]

  Professor Punk stares spellbound at the TV screen.

  “—REPORTS OF BIZARRE CATTLE MUTILAT
IONS & ANIMAL SACRIFICE. STRANGE LIGHTS SEEN NEAR MIDNIGHT AT FULL MOON—”

  His head buzzes with the droning of a billion times a billion flies unleashed…

  “—NOT TWENTY MILES FROM WHERE THE BUTCHERED BODY OF A LOCAL FARMER WAS DISCOVERED MONDAY MORNING FLOATING IN THE MISSOURI RIVER, VICTIM OF A GRISLY AXE-MURDER—”

  His quaking hands drop the remote control box.

  It seems to fall toward the thick shag carpet in slow motion…

  “—BLOOD STAINS WERE FOUND ON THE PAVEMENT, NEARBY—”

  The camera zooms in on a small, irregular blotch on the asphalt, outlined in yellow chalk, which, with some imagination, appears perhaps a shade or two darker than the surrounding tarmac…

  “A BEIGE BUICK REGAL, MISSING LICENSE PLATES & BELIEVED STOLEN, WAS ALSO DISCOVERED IN THE WOODS JUST ABOUT NINE MILES NORTH OF HERE, ONLY A STONE’S THROW AWAY FROM WHERE THE MURDER VICTIM’S OWN RED FORD PICKUP TRUCK WAS FOUND ABANDONED. FRIENDS & NEIGHBORS OF THE DECEASED SAY MOST PROBABLY HE LEFT HOME FOR A DAY-LONG HUNTING TRIP, A REPUTED FREQUENT PASTTIME. HIS RIFLE, HOWEVER, IS REPORTED MISSING, & WAS NOT FOUND EITHER AT HIS HOME OR IN HIS TRUCK. INVESTIGATORS REVEALED THAT THE BUICK’S WATER PUMP HAD FAILED. WHEN QUESTIONED ABOUT A POSSIBLE LINK BETWEEN THE OCCURRENCES, AUTHORITIES SUPPOSITION THAT IT IS HIGHLY UNLIKELY ALL THESE EVENTS ARE INDEED RELATED…”

  [ 240 ]

  Cherry feels the stone-hard gristle of Frank’s penis starting to soften in her grasp, threatening to shrivel…

  “…& then I heard a cry & looked around again, & THOSE FUCKIN’ FAGGOTS, Bob & Jim were over there grabbin’ hold of her & Jim was pickin’ her up & carryin’ her over to this armchair on the far side of the room, & he was sittin’ & draggin’ her into his lap, & Bob was pullin’ her panties down & she was bawlin’ & strugglin’ & they had her naked from the waist down & they had their hands all over her & they were feelin’ her & doin’ things to her they had no business doing…

  “& then Buddy was over there, in their face, screamin’ how they were gonna get us all busted… & then tellin’ them to ‘at least take her the fuck upstairs if y’re gonna fuck around with her like that…’”

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  The raven-haired dominatrix swings the cat-o-nine-tails savagely down upon Prof’s bare buttocks. He gives out a strangled moan of ecstasy, trembling again, this time with a very different excitement.

  “Down, You Sniveling Worm. Down on the floor & lick my boots, you Spineless Egghead Jerkoff!”

  P.P. hits the deck, like a good little perv, flicking his tongue out, running it across the point-toed, black leather vamp, along the exposed ridge of sole, exploring the criss-cross of the knee-length hook-&-button lace-ups, down to the impossibly tall stiletto heels…

  His eyes fix on a dinner plate of fine Dresden china, sitting several feet away on the carpet. His dominant playmate has been quite busy while he was scanning the boob tube. A sterling silver knife & fork set rest beside the plate’s rim, arranged precisely on a folded linen napkin. In plate-center is a stinking, fresh-laid pile of shit…

  [ 242 ]

  Cherry quickly steers Frank’s thoughts away from what he cannot accept, sensing this subject may render him impotent, leading him back into forbidden realms of pleasure she has found secretly excite him—

  “‘That’s all right, Frank Baby,” she whispers, “you got it all out, all those poisons eating away at you; Cherry will make everything okay. Now, let me tell you about my very first experiences with sex—

  “I was very precocious as a child. I guess I was the typical California Girl… Adventurous, Hell, downright promiscuous in my sex play, even the early girl-girl & boy-girl games frequently got a bit out of hand—partly because, in addition to kids my own age, I fooled around with older kids, too, who introduced me, along with the typical ‘Show’ & ‘Doctor’ games, to such practices as mutual masturbation, oral-genital contacts, & genital-genital ‘mock coitus,’ sans actual penetration. Yes, Frank, &, even at this tender age, I learned to enjoy letting older boys fiddle around with my naughty little bottom & push their fingers into me, back there, or rub their penises against me, in imitation of photographs they showed me…

  “Anyway, I did learn how good it felt, being fingered up the ass! In fact, it turned me on so much, I incorporated it into my own nightly masturbation routine, diddling myself both vaginally & anally…

  “By the time I was in fourth grade, I’d been messing around with junior high & high school boys, even allowing teasingly slight partial penetration of both my vagina & my anus… I was also a very experienced cocksucker, & was quite the popular thing with all the neighbor boys…

  “In fifth grade, I lost my cherry to not one, but a trio of high school boys—tenth graders, I think. I was kidding around with them at the park, flirting & flashing some thigh at them, & bending over so they ‘accidentally’ saw my panty-clad bottom, & sitting on the picnic table, shooting them a little beaver, when, the next thing I knew, they were dragging me into the bushes & pulling my panties down, & then they were taking turns, crawling on top of me & forcing their stiff, teenage cocks inside me while the other two boys pinned me to the ground. Not content to just put it in part way, as the boys I’d fooled around with before had done, they fucked the bloody Hell out of my tight, hairless, no-longer-virgin twat!

  “In sixth, seventh & eighth grade, I went ‘all the way’ with quite a few guys. Mostly kids my age. A few high school guys. I also started insisting the boys use rubbers on me, so I didn’t get knocked up—I was practicing safe sex, even back then, Lover. I’d started having my period, & I had a little patch of peach fuzz growing on my pussy mound, too. I was one of the school sluts, I know—I had quite a reputation as an ‘easy lay.’ It was, for the most part, pretty unsatisfying—the boys jackrabbited into me, shot their rocks, & left me moaning for more. Yeah, of course, this meant I was a ‘nympho’ to all those brainless, three-minute wonders. That’s why I liked doing it with older guys—they usually did much better in the Mr. Stayhard Department, so I could get off, too. But, even when I did, it seemed like something was missing, something that really took me over the edge…

  “I did some other stuff, too, oral sex, mutual masturbation, anal-frigging, like I’d done when I was younger, except, now, with much older boys…

  “I also got into this really, really wicked thing. I met these two girls from school, this skinny, light brunette-haired girl, Penny Harris, & her black friend, Sharonda. Sharonda was extremely pretty & curvaceous, with soft, delicate features & a coffee-&-cream complexion. Penny’s father, an Air Force sergeant major, had this Doberman named ‘Duke’ (how original, huh?). Anyway, Penny had me over to her house. Her parents were both gone every afternoon at work & we were left alone to do whatever we wanted. Penny & Sharonda kept smirking & giggling, real naughty-like, from the time I got there. After a while, Penny disappeared for a couple of minutes, & returned, grinning like crazy, with an obviously excited, overly frisky Duke in tow. The dog kept trying to climb her leg, & when she pushed him away, he then began to pester Sharonda in similar manner, yipping & poking his nose into the crotch of her short shorts. Penny said she & Sharonda had a very special game they liked to play they wanted to show me. I wondered what the dog had to do with it, until I saw Penny bend down & grasp the dog’s furry penis sheathe in her hand & begin to stroke it. The dog quickly sported a raging, pink-tapered boner—it looked like an oversized lipstick tube, but furry-shafted. The girls jacked him off while I watched, shooting his sticky cum all over their fingers. They then coaxed me into masturbating him as well—I was too excited & incautious performing my first, lewd act of bestiality, & he soon spurted his doggie sperm not only onto my hands & arm, but all over the front of my blouse & skirt, as well. Penny convinced me she should wash the dog-cum off my clothes so my parents wouldn’t see it. She urged me to strip naked—which I did with little coercion necessary. I didn’t bother to ask why I needed to take off my underwear… I was far too oversexy-wild by then to gi
ve a flying fuck! I no sooner got myself undressed than Penny & Sharonda did likewise. Then we fingered ourselves & engaged in mutual masturbation while they showed me how well Penny’d trained Duke—seeing us all bareass naked he leaped forward & shoved his eagerly probing head between our widespread legs & we watched him lick & tongue each other’s hotly itching, violently spasming & twitching little pussies.”

  “You actually played with the dog’s cock?” Frank gasps, his suddenly blanched face & bugged eyes betraying his shock at hearing her lewd confession, just as his huge penis lurching & jerking with undisguised arousal betrays his sick fascination with the very thought of young, tender teenage girls performing such a degraded act of bestiality…

  “You better fuckin’ believe it, Big Man!” she brags, giving his penis another, taunting squeeze. “I became a frequent guest at Penny’s, engaging almost daily in mutual masturbation with the two girls, while we ogled each other performing masturbation & cunnilingus with the brutal, ever-horny dog.

  “Then, one day, several weeks later, I stopped over, & Penny & Sharonda looked as excited & guilty as two sex-kittens eating a sweet, toothsome little canary. I soon found out why—Sharonda had suggested to Penny she was willing to try something new & very, very wild… Something that would ‘blow my mind watching!’ She got down on the floor with the big dog, completely nude, & began toying & teasing & playing with his penis. Then she placed her lips around his furry, stiffened cock & sucked him off until Duke shot his doggie cum into her greedily slurping, suctioning mouth. Then she urged Penny into performing fellatio on him, too… The spectacle of the two young, naked girls blowing the dog was both intensely exciting & yet incredibly sick & disgusting! I fingered myself in both places, climaxing repeatedly, while I watched them sucking dog cock. But I flatly refused to go down on him when they taunted me to try it, too.