Psycho Candy

by Steven Hunter

  "I'm here to help people Candy, threats are a part of my everyday life and I'm trained to deal with them-"

  "Okay then. You think a couple of girls could get some privacy?"

  Wanda left the room, blushing slightly.

  Candy held Cassie closer for a moment before the urge was too much and she ripped open the purple cloth purse, spilling one glass pipe and two rocks of crack cocaine onto the bed sheets. She looked around wildly for a lighter and saw one on the window ledge. Cassie had been following her eyes and she made the move to pick it up as just as Candy herself registered its presence in the room.

  She tore at the cellophane which held her beloved white and she placed the rock into the pipes head and blasted heat onto the crystallized cocaine matter, inhaling the numbing smoke which first hit her tongue then heart then brain. Soon she was giggling and feeling fine and she offered the pipe to Cassie who accepted without complaint. Soon both women were high.

  Cassie took to the drug like a child to the breast and she sucked twice as hard on each new inhalation. The room was full of smoke and Candy reached for the Doors CD which had been gifted to her by the authorities of the institution as part of their apology. Soon Jim Morrison was singing about rivers of sadness and both girls were smoking heavily on the pipe until the first of the two rocks were just embers.

  Cassie turned to Candy. "What now? Shall we go back to exploring each other?"

  "After," said Candy and she set the pipe to go again.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  VICESRAL WHORE

  Candy and Cassie fucked day and night, both women finding the use of their fingers and tongues more enjoyable than any penis.

  The next day Wanda brought in some more crack and some hashish. Candy asked her for Ketamine. She was routinely given Lorazepam as was Cassie and both girls found their prison now a place of heavenly values, the outside world an insignificance.

  For now they could forget.

  In the outer regions of time and space, Mephinie, herself preferring the female of all sentient species, found herself viewing Candy's ether more and more. It was pornography she enjoyed and she would touch her swollen cunt as she watched.

  But she wanted more. She wanted to join in. She cared little for the others views on sexuality, and she wanted to climax with these women in a way that she knew would make herself happy and cause Candy and Cassie extreme feeling.

  She watched again as Cassie squirted her clear fluid over Candy's mouth and smiled.

  Then she reached for her ablath. This was a wooden block with an hour glass curve through the middle, a handle which seemed more worn in than carved. From the flat square surface of the handle protruded a thick ten inch cylindrical spike, decorated in what Mephinie thought of as practical beauty. From needle sharp tip to circular beginning, razor-sharp wire had been delicately woven into a spiralling groove, which jutted outwards in cutting descent. It was met three inches from the base with two upwardly curved blades.

  Slowly she shoved the ablath up her cunt and dug its sharpened point into her. She gasped in satisfaction.

  As she toyed with the ablath in her cunt, she also toyed with the idea of paying the women a visit.

  Cassie left Candy sleeping.

  She had shared her bed for three nights now without interruption and she found herself in need of a shower, then some peace of her own. She walked into the private shower cubicle which sat open, pulling the wooden door shut behind her, though not bothering to lock it. It was late and everyone was asleep. Even the night nurses had not noticed her movements. After showering and shutting off the water lever she threw a towel around herself and left the shower stall and made the way to her bedroom. Like Candy she had a room to herself, she was not in a dorm room, yet unlike Candy she had no lock on her door.

  Not that it would of mattered to Mephinie who sat perched naked on the bed sheets, the ablath for now hidden from view under the bed. A lock would have made no difference to her entering this room, for it was here she desired to be and where she desired to she would simply find herself. She needed no explanations, as this was just her nature. She meant harm, but only in a pleasurable manner; an act of goodness.

  Cassie saw the burning orange of her hair, tied up in a knot and Mephinie smiled at her and her first thought was that the crack must be hallucinogenic.

  And so it was the night Cassie met Mephinie she laughed at what she thought was not real.

  "Hi. I'm Cassandra. I was down the hall. You must be the woman I've kept waiting?"

  Mephinie smiled lazily and held out her hand. Cassie smiled and placed her hand inside its coldness.

  “Did Candy give you drugs to make you feel things?”

  "Yes," was Cassie's reply.

  “I came when I saw you feel things and now I have come to make you feel things you might want to feel.”

  Cassie stared into Mephinie's eyes and caught a thought, they are the dead living dead living dead living dead living dead sexual death sexual death sexual death- and she looked suddenly away as if she had been caught discovering the truth and wondered why she felt so scared of the truth if the truth was supposed to set you free and all the hippy bullshit she had written on the wall of the first flat she had shared with two Spanish girls, three summers ago.

  Cassie looked up at Mephinie and asked her a question which made Mephinie love the woman before her even more. "Do you speak the truth?"

  “I am Mephinie and I have no nature other than truth. It has been many long times since a woman has asked me something about myself and I take the question kindly. In your world they call us lesbians. In the world where I am Goddess there are no men, just subordinates. I shall make you equal in my pleasure then I shall birth you to my world. You may consider it a gift.”

  "I'm not sure what you're asking here. How do I become reborn to your world?"

  Mephinie pushed Cassie to the bed and ran her hand up her towel, undoing the fold which kept it bound, and revealing Cassie's naked body.

  “It all starts with a kiss.”

  The blood from the innumerable cuts on Mephinie's face stayed in place, and now for the first time Cassie was aware of them. She reached out to touch them but Mephinie's grasp was firm yet kind.

  “No my child, they do not hurt, not in the sense you relate the word to. They are my marks, they are me. It is the fashion I chose to wear upon my naked body. Do not touch them. My blood is to be touched last. Do you understand?”

  "Yes, but who-"

  “I am an acquaintance of your lover and have been watching you both for many nights now. It has awoken my sense of sexuality and I thought I would do something for the kind that bares my form. Lie down. Relax. Let me pleasure you in ways you shall not now have to imagine but shall now experience.”

  Cassie lay on her back. She was sure now this was not the crack but what the hell, she was also not sure it wasn't and in her warm state it seemed to matter little. She felt mild fear but it was being overridden by feelings this being was placing within her, which formed within her mind and heart and nerves- a sense of security and warmth.

  Mephinie laid her head down to Cassie's pussy and began to give her head. It was not like Candy's. She did not know it yet but this oral sex was being given by a Goddess and Cassie came within seconds, then again and again and again and the window melted into a clock and the clock had a smile and a bird sat on Its shoulder and it crowed and Cassie laughed as ecstasy became her reality.

  She looked up at Mephinie and the room and the clock had gone as quickly as it had come and she realized the bed sheets were soaking.

  “Are you ready to move to the next level of things? Are you ready for to be reborn?”

  Cassie smiled and nodded her head excitedly.

  “Close your eyes”

  Cassie did as she was bid. Mephinie took out the ablath and grasped it firmly. Then she slowly worked the round spike into Cassie's cunt all the while concentrating feelings of pleasure into Cassie's nerves.

  Ca
ssie squirmed on the mattress. "I think I'm going to cum again."

  “I think you are. Just let it flow.”

  Cassie's legs began to buck and first a clear fluid ejaculated from between her legs, then a reddish fluid. Cassie was cumming blood. Mephinie held the ablath inside Cassie's vagina, right at the top at the neck of the cervix and she suddenly pierced it straight up, tearing Cassie's cunt wide open.

  Still Cassie did not open her eyes. "It feels so good. If feels amazing. Please do me, do me, do me, and do me-"

  Mephinie went down and began to lick the pink flesh of Cassie's inner vagina and the blood that now ran down and around it. She nuzzled her nose against Cassie's clitoris which sat torn hanging on a piece of flesh. The ablath was still in Mephinie's right hand and now she moved it up to Cassie's breasts. She felt turned on by Cassie's moaning, her obvious delight at the sex game she was playing and she pierced the skin around the breast bone and again ripped the skin apart, showing organs and the muscled meat of Cassie's breasts.

  Cassie wailed in orgasm, as her blood reached the floor of her room.

  Mephinie moved her lips to Cassie's and they began a long and sensual kiss.

  Candy stirred in her sleep and instinctively let her arm feel out for Cassie's warm body as she had the previous three nights. When she found nothing, something akin to unease stirred in her dreams and it was enough to wake her. She sat up in bed and immediately went to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. Then she had a blast of the hashish that Wanda had brought in that day from the pipe in her drawer. Where the hell is she? Probably couldn't sleep, Candy thought to herself.

  She decided then to go and find Cassie and ask her to come back to bed.

  She was in the mood for love.

  Cassie's body lay eviscerated from her vagina upward. Her sexual organs were on display, as were here essential organs, most noticeably her heart and kidneys and liver and the intestines which hung like limp sausages across the blood soaked bed. Her face held a smile, yet was eyeless and her lips had been bitten off. A single dot of blood continually leaked from the part of the forehead about an inch above and between the eyes. This is where Mephinie had finally stuck the ablath into Cassie's brain. For what it was worth, Mephinie's mental projection of anaesthesia had made it the best sex of Cassie's life.

  Mephinie was sitting on the bed smoking when Candy walked in. She took in the sight and retched.

  Mephinie smiled and held out her hand. “She enjoyed herself Candy and now she is reborn to my world. Free of this hellish place.”

  "What the fuck did you do?"

  “I fucked her with the ablath. I tore out her inner self and made her love it. Now she no longer has to live in this prison. She is free. I am the kindest of my brethren and sisters.”

  Candy made to speak but she could not really argue with the reasoning. "Who is supposed to take the blame?"

  “Why should there be blame?”

  “They're gonna pin it on me. I could say a charitable Goddess took her life but something tells me they're just going to think it’s my psychosis."

  “I would willingly offer you the same fate. Yet your soul. It is not all yours yet. I see your problem. Perhaps I could take you out of here with me. But I would require an act of your love before I could act in such a way. A kiss. It all starts with a kiss.”

  Candy looked at her dead friend before her and thought of the dead friends she had already lost. "Go fuck yourself, Mephinie. Get the hell out of here before I really turn fucking nasty."

  “Brave words for one so mortal. Perhaps I shall now take my leave after all. It seems the appropriate thing to do.

  Mephinie picked up her ablath which had skin hanging from it and glistened with blood. “Shame.”

  Mephinie leaned in and kissed Candy.

  Candy did not flinch.

  Then Mephinie walked through the glass of the window and was gone.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CANDY IS AGAIN THE USUAL SUSPECT

  Candy sat a little while longer on the blood soaked mattress wondering where this predicament left her. After a while she noticed the light streaming through the windows and went to find Wanda.

  The clinical psychologist was drinking coffee in the nurses’ station. Candy signalled to her through the glass, and Wanda walked through. Candy took in a deep breath. Here goes...!

  "Something bad has happened to Cassie. I swear it wasn't me I just found her like this, but I know I'm gonna be suspect number one."

  Wanda followed without a word. Upon entering the room the first thing Wanda noticed was the smell. The involuntary reflex to gag was worsened by the sight before her.

  "Jesus Candy, what happened here?"

  "It was one of them. The ones who have my soul. She did this."

  "Candy that's all just delusion, you have to see that. It's your way of coping for these... fucking horrible acts you commit!"

  "Listen, this place has a furnace right?"

  "Candy if you're suggesting what I think you are you can forget-"

  "Blackmail, Wanda. I'll have the cops search your yard unless you help me wrap up this body and carry it away to be incinerated."

  "That's murder, Candy."

  "So what the hell is in your garden, an accidental death?”

  Wanda stared at the floor. She knew she was fucked, and she was sick of it. Along with the bloody remains of Cassie, were the contents of her bowels, and more blood than Wanda had ever seen in her life.

  "We're gonna need to wrap this shit up along with the body in a sheet, then wrap another three sheets around the first. That should be enough to stop the blood seeping through. In fact hold on..." Wanda lifted the blood soaked sheet and there was the plastic sheet put down on the mattresses should one of the women piss the bed. It happened a lot and the institution's last budget thought plastic sheets made more sense than rubber mattresses. A case of economics. "Thank fuck. Candy, I want you to rinse this plastic sheet the best you can in the sink whilst I collect the spare sheets from the sheet and duvet cover down the hall. I'll bring three sheets and a duvet, no-one will question me. In the mean time really clean the sheet down. It should come off quite easily with warm soapy water."

  "You speak from experience?”

  "Don't be a smart ass, for fucks sake, I'm really getting fucked off, Candy."

  Candy took her cue and did as she was told and began filling the sink. Then she took over the plastic cover and began rubbing it down, stripping it of the bloody splashes with Cassie's pink face cloth.

  It had been a gift from Candy, a moving in present. She sighed. What a fucking waste.

  And she wasn't thinking about the cloth.

  Wanda moved silently down the corridor to a wooden cupboard, where she reached for her set of keys and selecting the correct one she opened the door and began unloading the largest sheets she could find. When she had them folded into a manageable load to carry she added a duvet as well.

  Back in Cassie's room Candy was drying the sheet with one of Cassie's towels. She had apparently had her own brought in or someone had brought her them as they weren't hospital issue.

  They were made of soft cotton and thick to boot. She found that they absorbed the water from the plastic fairly well, and managed to get it mostly dry if not completely.

  Wanda entered the room. "Okay first we wrap Cassie in the blood soaked sheets, leaving the duvet to last."

  They did this without a word and soon Cassie's naked body, organs and all were wrapped in the bloody sheets then the bloodstained duvet which had turned a brown colour. They then wrapped the plastic sheet around the majority of the bundle then set about wrapping sheet after sheet around it until there was only the clean duvet left. The way they had arranged the sheets Cassie was covered head to toe, both tucked in neatly. Lastly they wrapped the duvet around her and both woman stopped and stared. The bare mattress was splotched with blood. For the meantime they would turn it over. It would be investigated but there would be no story to t
ell, nothing to add up, not when the body was gone.

  They would combine stories. Candy had found the room empty and Wanda had come at her insistence. Together they had searched the hospital, not wanting to disturb the patients.

  Candy had been fond of Cassie the story was to be and wanted to play her part in finding her before others got involved.

  Wanda, a clinical psychologist would say she thought it unwise to turn away a kindly act as it showed emotional growth on Candy's part and did not want to disparage her in any way.

  They heaved the bundle which gathered weight with each passing second as the concrete stiffening of rigour-mortise set in and as they were about to head straight out into the corridor Candy scanned with her gift for the feelings of people close by.

  She could feel a person approaching towards the end of the corridor they were at but that was the only person. "Trust me on this Wanda. In about fifteen seconds a person is going to walk by our door. After that the coast is clear."

  "How do you know these things, Candy? What the hell are you?"

  "I'm kinda like an empath, you know, I can sense people's thoughts and feelings and have a radius of about maybe as much as a hundred maybe even two hundred square feet where I can send my emotive sense outwards and I'm telling you now in five seconds you'll hear footsteps."

  Sure enough moments later footsteps could be heard. Both women tensed as the quick patter of feet passed them. After another ten seconds they heard a door bang shut.

  "Shit. You weren't joking about the voices. Was it really a dark God as you put it who did this Candy. Just like the Goat in the mirror? Was he a God too?"

  Candy sensed only honest curiosity in Wanda's tone and decided to give her a brief answer. "Yes. It was one of them. But it was a Goddess who did this to Cassie. She fucked her then took her apart with something she calls an ablath, which is a large metal spike on the end of a wooden block. Don't ask me how I know that, I just know it. She fucked her with it and I think she made Cassie enjoy it. Her name is Mephinie and the goat is called Shub Niggurath. They are fearsome creatures and they have my soul. Which is why I have to kill. To reclaim it.