Prey Drive

by James White, Wrath

  Trying to get back into the mood, Selene cut off Dirk’s roasted penis and testicles and sat down on the bathroom floor again, poking at them with her fingers like a kid scooting vegetables around on his plate, trying to work up the nerve to eat them. Finally, she lifted his small flame-broiled sack to her lips and bit into his testicles. The taste, once again, was marvelous. She could taste the rice wine throughout the meat. What she couldn’t taste was Dirk’s soul. Not the way Joe had described it. This was just meat, dead lifeless meat. Whatever spirit had animated it had fled, or else her own taste buds were too dull to detect it. Another failure.

  It was time to stop fucking around. She needed Joe and she needed him now. Killing these losers was just a tease.

  Thirty-Eight

  Cindy was on her knees with Joe’s enormous cock filling her throat. He was so sexy she couldn’t believe it and he said he loved her. She had heard men say those words to her before, especially men behind bars, but she’ had never heard them the way Joe said it. The intensity in his eyes and voice was almost scary. It was the same when they made love. Even as he fucked her throat with his beautiful eight-inch cock, he stared down at her with a raw primal passion in his eyes that was terrifying in its honesty and profundity. There was no pretense with Joseph. His lust was raw and naked and so was his affection. He would pound his cock in her ass like he was raping a street hooker one moment and then cuddle up against her, purring like a kitten the next. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved him.

  Try as she might to fool herself, however, Cindy was not a fool. She knew a man who looked like Joseph would not have looked twice at a woman who looked like her, let alone profess his love for her, had he not been incarcerated and had his choice of women. In the penitentiary, she was one of few choices a highly sexual creature like Joseph Miles had. It was either fuck a middle-aged fat chick like her or risk HIV infection sodomizing some prison bitch. Cindy didn’t care how this gorgeous man with the body that looked like it had been hewn from stone, the piercing blue eyes, and the porn-star cock had become hers. She was enjoying it while it lasted. They were exploiting each other. And she was okay with that.

  She felt the serial killer’s engorged cock expand in her throat, the head widen and swell. Joseph’s legs locked and his body tensed and quivered, and then he roared, a savage, snarling roar like the battle cry of a full-grown tiger. The sound made Cindy’s legs weak and almost made her cum herself. Her pussy was dripping wet. She wanted Joseph to fuck her so bad she felt like screaming. She began fingering her engorged clit as Joe’s throbbing hard cock spasmed in her throat and warm semen filled her mouth. She pulled his cock from between her lips and licked the massive head as he continued to cum, ejaculating thick gouts of semen onto her nose, cheeks, and outstretched tongue. His seed plastered her face and neck, drooling from her chin down her neck and splattering her tiny breasts. He lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply, sucking his own cum from her tongue. Cindy dropped to her knees again and sucked his cock once more licking the remaining cum from the head, grabbing his hard muscular ass and pulling him deeper into her mouth, guiding his incredible organ past her tonsils and forcing him to fuck her throat again. The many weeks she’d spent fucking the huge cannibal, sucking his tremendous manhood, had completely rid her of her gag reflex.

  She had almost reached orgasm on her own when Joe lifted her to her feet and laid her atop one of the few unoccupied autopsy tables. Cindy tried not to look around at the bodies filling the room in various stages of dissection, while the big cannibal knelt between her legs and began licking and sucking her clitoris. She felt his tongue circle and swirl around the swollen nub, sucking and nipping at it before stabbing his tongue deep inside her sex and fucking her with the long, serpentine appendage.

  His mouth felt marvelous. She had already been so close to orgasm that it didn’t take long before she felt the familiar tremors and tingles radiating through her sex. Joseph sucked her clit again, flicking it with his tongue while Cindy’s legs shook. The first spasms of what promised to be a tremendous climax ripped through her muscles when Joe slithered his tongue deep in her anus and began fucking her asshole with his mouth. He slid one, two, three fingers in her sex, slowly fisting her as he flicked his thumb across her pulsating clitoris. Cindy screamed when the orgasm erupted. Her legs stiffened and trembled. Cords and veins bulged in her neck. Her eyes rolled heavenward. Her stomach sucked inward and her back arched violently, feeling like it was about to break.

  The tenor of her scream changed when she looked sideways and saw the faceless, tattooed corpse on the next gurney. The man’s face had been eaten away. His nose, lips, one of his eyelids, and part of his left cheek were gone and there was little doubt who might have done such a thing. Cindy stared in horror at the dead man’s ruined face while Joe continued licking her asshole and fucking her wet pussy with his hand. The horror of the scene somehow added to the intensity of the next orgasm and the next and the next. By the time she came for the fifth and final time, she knew she was in love. Helping him escape was no longer an option. It was now a duty.

  Thirty-Nine

  “I am buying you a plane ticket. I’ve made a bit of a mess and I need you to come clean it up for me.”

  “Who is this?”

  “This is Selene Cassaro. Frank Cassaro’s daughter. I need your help.”

  There was a long pause.

  “Give me your number. I’ll call you back.”

  Selene gave the man her cell phone number. He repeated it back to her then and immediately hung up the phone. Selene paced her hotel room. She’d opened the windows and the doors to the balcony to air the aroma of cooked flesh from the room—still the smell wafted from every surface. It permeated her skin. She’d already taken two showers, but she could still smell Dirk on her fingers, taste him on her lips. She was just about to take another shower when her cell phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “This is Vincente. Who is this again?”

  “Selene Cassaro. Frank Cassaro’s daughter. I need you to make something disappear for me.”

  “Uh huh. And this thing you need to disappear, is it cold or warm?”

  “It’s cold, very cold.”

  “And was there an audience?”

  “No. It was all very private.”

  “Will this little mess of yours be missed?”

  “I don’t think so. I’m not sure.”

  There was another long pause.

  “You find out for sure and then send me a first-class ticket tooo …?”

  “Seattle, Washington.”

  “Okay, Seattle, Washington, and have ten thousand in twenties and fifties waiting for me.”

  “Okay. I’m going to rent you a car too, an SUV with tinted windows. What name should I put this under?”

  “Vincent Damien.”

  “Really?”

  “Hey, I almost said D’Onofrio.”

  The phone went silent. Selene cradled her smartphone in her hand for a moment then scrolled through her contacts for the number to the State Penitentiary. She dialed the warden’s office and waited.

  “Warden Jeffrey’s office. How may I direct your call?” said a bubbly voice full of practiced enthusiasm.

  “I need to speak to the warden.”

  “And who may I say is calling?”

  “Mrs. Joseph Miles.”

  Forty

  A large black man with a shaved head limped by Joseph’s bed on crutches glaring murderously down at him. Joe recognized the man’s feral scent before he placed his face. It was Devon, the guy who’d stabbed him in the prison yard. Joe had left another victim alive. Luckily, he hadn’t bitten Devon, and Armondo was dead, but the big transvestite was still alive somewhere as far as Joe knew. If the curse was real there would soon be at least one more serial killer in the world. But there was nothing Joe could do about that now. He couldn’t risk another fight when he was so close to getting out of here.

  Devon smiled at Joe and the big
cannibal killer’s blood ran cold. It was a big, leering, carnivorous grin filled with beautiful white teeth that had been shaved to sharp points. Had Joe somehow infected him during their fight?

  The blood.

  Joe had bled. A lot. Devon stabbed him and Joe’s blood must have gotten all over him. If Joe had any remaining doubts about whether what he had was communicable, that display instantly dispelled them. Joe smiled back, and for a moment, he and Devon locked eyes, challenging one another. The message was clear. There was only room for one super-predator in this prison. There could only be one alpha male and Devon was not yet ready to concede the crown. If Joe didn’t escape soon, one of them would have to die.

  Joe maintained eye contact while Devon limped by, nodding his head to affirm everything Joe had been thinking. Moments later, the big transvestite Joe had fought weeks ago came through. Joe sat up in bed and placed one foot on the floor, ready to attack should Luscious make a move. Luscious saw the motion and took a few steps back. He smiled proudly, displaying the same sharpened teeth. Joe stood up and Luscious scampered away. He would not be a problem. Not for Joe anyway. Not unless he and Devon teamed up, which was certainly a possibility. Devon’s attack had been partially in retaliation for what Joe had done to Luscious.

  At least, Joe thought, the man wouldn’t be able to rape anyone else. But that wasn’t assured either. Even the loss of a penis wasn’t a sure-fire cure for rape. Most likely, the big rapist would simply switch his method of attack and start assaulting the weaker inmates and the new fish that came to the prison with his teeth instead of with the cock Joe had eaten.

  It had now been three weeks since the surgery and Joe felt stronger now. He walked around the hospital in endless loops and had even begun doing crunches, pushups, pull-ups, and dips again in the rehabilitation room. There were some light weights in there as well and Joe had begun using them, doing endless repetitions and supersets with twenty and thirty pounds. The nurses warned him that he was doing too much too soon, but Joe knew his own body. He knew what his breaking point was and he was far from reaching it. He just needed to get his strength back quickly so he could get out of here.

  Selene had come to visit him the other day. It was his first conjugal visit and he could smell the blood on her immediately.

  “You’ have been a busy girl, Selene.”

  “I love you, Joe. I miss you so much.”

  She looked amazing. After being locked up for so long with no one to fuck but Cindy, he could barely keep his hands off of her.

  “How long do we have?”

  “Half an hour,” Selene replied breathlessly. She was already pulling off her clothes, and the sight of her body instantly awakened the monster. Joe had taken one of the pills the professor brought him a few days ago to keep him from attacking the other patients. Being in that hospital surrounded by the sick and infirm had been wreaking havoc with his predatory instincts. His drive to cull the herd of the weak was almost irresistible.

  Selene’s breasts were definitely fuller, not as big as Alicia’s or even Lana’s, but much bigger than Cindy’s. That thought reinforced in Joe’s mind how complicated his love life had become. He needed Cindy to help get him out of this prison of violence and despair before he killed someone else and got sent back to supermax. He needed Selene to get him to San Francisco once he was out. But he wanted Lana. He wanted her like nothing he’d felt since he’d eaten the last morsels of flesh from Alicia’s bones, but she hated him. And deep down, in the part of his soul that still felt sympathy and remorse, the part that knew right from wrong, the moral core of Joseph Miles, he knew that going to see Lana was a bad idea. He’d already brought enough misery into that family’s lives.

  “What’s wrong?” Selene asked.

  “Nothing. Why?”

  “You’re not getting undressed. Don’t you want me?”

  In reply, Joe grabbed her by the arms and slung her over his shoulders. He walked her across the small trailer the warden had set up for conjugal visits and threw her down on the bed. He watched her squirm out of her panties while he pulled his orange prison shirt over his head and dropped his pants and underwear. The monster bobbed free and he heard Selene gasp when she saw it.

  “My God. I thought you’d be well-endowed but I had no idea!”

  Joe didn’t wait, didn’t waste time with foreplay. He fell on top of her and impaled her on his engorged cock with one thrust that took the wind from Selene’s lungs.

  “Oh God, Joseph! Oh fuck! You’re so huge!”

  It felt wonderful inside of her. Joe leaned down and sucked her breasts. The nipple she’d cut off was now just a dimpled scar and Joe sucked and licked that as well. The urge to bite off the other nipple, to tear her mammary glands from her chest and devour them completely, was just a dull ache. Joe thrust deeper, harder, driving as far into Selene as he could, trying to pierce her soul. The scent of blood was all over her and it was maddening. She had killed. There was no doubt about it, and the kill had been not long ago. Days? No more than a week ago.

  “Bite me, Joseph!” Selene shouted grabbing Joe by the back of the head while cupping her hand beneath her breast to offer up her remaining nipple. The monster roared in response and Joe bared his sharpened teeth. Saliva drooled over his lips onto her chest.

  “Go ahead. I want you to. I want you to taste me. I want to watch you cum while you eat my flesh.”

  “I can’t.”

  Selene nodded vigorously.

  “Yes. Yes, you can!”

  “There are guards outside, Selene. If I bite you … if you leave here bleeding and they find out I bit off your nipple, they’ll put me back in supermax and I’ll never get out of here.”

  Selene immediately went cold. All the passion that had been there moments before was extinguished. Joe felt the change and withdrew his cock from her.

  “Then I’m getting you out of here tonight.”

  “What’s the urgency?”

  Selene placed her hands on either side of Joe’s face and turned his head to look at her.

  “Because I want you, Joseph. I don’t want you holding back with me. I want all of you.”

  “But what if I go too far and accidentally kill you?”

  Selene smiled and kissed Joe lightly on the lips.

  “I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”

  Joe leaned in and inhaled the rich scent of her pheromones. He could still smell the moistness between her thighs, the sweat, and the thick, overpowering scent of blood and cooked meat.

  “Who have you been eating, Selene?”

  A panicked expression crossed Selene’s face. The question had clearly rattled her. “Uh, um. No one. I mean. It was just some guy I met. He didn’t mean anything to me. I promise.”

  Joe smiled.

  “I’m not jealous, Selene. I’m just looking out for you. How was it?”

  Selene’s bottom lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears.

  “It was awful. It was nothing like what you described. I couldn’t … I couldn’t cum. I was so close, but something just wasn’t working.”

  Joe nodded.

  “Your lawyer told me. And I told him it wouldn’t work for you because you don’t have the curse.”

  Selene was putting her bra back on when she paused and jerked it down, pushing her breasts up out of the bra. She stood up on the mattress and grabbed Joe by the back of the head again, pushing his face into her cleavage.

  “Then bite me! Give me your curse.”

  Joe pulled away from her, scowling.

  “You don’t want this, Selene. Trust me.”

  “I do. We can be a team. We can fuck and kill together. I’ll even find us someone we can kill when you get out. There’s this bartender. She’s just your type. Her breasts are as big as my head and she’s got thick hips and thighs. She looks like the librarian from the University. We can fry her up and eat her. You can fuck me while we tear her apart just like you did with Alicia when you ate Frank in the park, remember?”
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  Her voice sounded desperate. Joe remembered that moment in the park on the trip to Seattle. He’d impaled Frank with a piece of rebar and roasted him alive over a fire, and then he and Alicia made love while he ripped off pieces of Frank’s sizzling corpse and ate him piece by piece. He and Alicia had reached orgasm together as they shared Frank’s roasted cock. The idea of repeating that with Selene did have its appeal.

  “What did you do with the body?”

  “Whose body?”

  “Whoever you ate. What did you do with it?”

  “My dad has friends who take care of this sort of thing. I called one of them and he came and cleaned things up for me. He also rented us a car under one of his aliases. He’s very discreet. There won’t be a problem.”

  Joe’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. It was obvious Selene wanted Joe’s curse more than she wanted him. If he had any doubts about that, today had dispelled those. But did she want it enough to kill him for it? He imagined being held down by some big, burly mafia type while Selene drained his blood and drank it like Damon Trent had drank his blood more than a decade ago.

  “Is this friend of your dad still in town?”

  “No. I sent him back as soon as he rented the car.”

  “Okay. Tell me everything that happened.”

  “Have you ever heard of drunken shrimp?”

  Joe shook his head.

  “It’s absolutely delicious. We’ll have to try it together sometime.”