Angel Faces Demon Minds

by Jessica Rael

  The leering Greek mounted her, grabbing her breasts with both hands, twisting them like he wanted to tear them from her chest, smiling at the pain that flickered in her eyes as he did. His erect penis was poised at the entrance to her vagina, then one hard thrust and the blood-engorged organ drove into her.

  Almost immediately he yelled, leaping back from the girl, clambering from the bed to stand, staring in confusion at the flecks of blood on his dick. Anger and fear welled in his eyes as he moved to pounce on the slender girl like a furious wounded animal.

  ‘You fucking whore-bitch!’ He staggered, the look in his eyes changing. ‘I’ll… fuck you…’ then he slumped heavily to the floor.

  ‘Great last words, asshole,’ the Korean giggled as she lay naked on the bed.

  XTC lay quiet and still on the dingy, sweat-and-semen-stained mattress, Alexander’s body in a lifeless crumpled heap on the floor. After a few minutes of silence Giorgio opened the door. The big fuck always waited just outside, listening. It was some kind of joke between the two that when XTC was too mauled up to be of interest to Alexander, the grinning giant would be thrown the leftovers. He used to look at her like a hungry dog and she could almost feel what was going through that thick skull and it would make her shudder. Now he just stared at the body on the floor, frozen by his own stupidity into inaction, then something else went through that thick skull, a slither of metal that wiped out all thoughts of what he would do to the slender Korean girl, taking a large part of his face with it. The blonde woman stood in the doorway and slowly removed the black silk hood she was wearing, allowing XTC to see her face.

  Bad sign. Bad, bad sign. See face then they kills ya. The Korean whore knew enough to know that.

  ‘Said you wouldn’t hurt me. Did what you want… thought you was straight player like XTC.’

  ‘Perhaps you’re just too trusting, my dear,’ said the blonde, a smile breaking across her attractive face like dawn cutting down a very dark night. ‘Or perhaps you’re just a lot smarter than you let on.’

  ‘Me plenty smart, big fucking smart, you know that. Why else you trust XTC?’

  ‘I’m not going to hurt you, but then you already guessed that. Like I said, smart. You’re coming to work for me.’ Shalyn nudged the bodyguard’s lifeless form with her boot. ‘Sorry, but I guess I’m just not used to asking.’

  ‘That okay, lady, XTC not used to being asked.’ The Korean girl spread her legs wider. ‘So we get this snake teeth outa my cunt now, huh?’

  Spiders in the World Wide Web

  The disjointed dream that had begun with the overweight Greek drug baron trying to tell his long-dead mother that he couldn’t help papa with the boat because he had his own boat now, had leapt to his private yacht, where he and Alexander were hauling in bulging nets. The catch of the day was premium grade cocaine and not sardines, but Alexander and he were pulling the bags out and gutting them just like they were fish, choking white powder clouding over them. Then he was in Paris with Idalia, his girlfriend, the one his wife didn’t know about, and she had her sister there, but this time instead of looking at Krohonas like he was dog excrement she was interested, so the three of them slipped into the warm bubbling hot tub and Idalia’s sister reached out to…

  The internal phone reached into Mr Krohonas’s subconscious, where he was about get Idalia’s sister’s pouty lips around his dick, and yanked him back to reality with all the subtlety of a slap in the face. There was a moment of disorientation and a little annoyance, when the unlikeness of anyone paging him at this hour struck him; it had to be urgent. Krohonas picked up the phone.

  ‘Mr Krohonas, it’s me, Pallas.’ The man sounded hesitant and Krohonas could just smell the bad news on the breeze, just like the fish on papa’s boat before it docked. ‘We have a big fucking problem, and I mean big, but I don’t want you havin’ no heart attack or nuthin’. Our fuckin’ A team is on the way, and I got those tech guys comin’, and Gabby.’

  ‘What the flying fuck is going on, Pallas? What the fuck we need the tech-nerds for? And Gabby? She’s a detective, Pallas, she detects things.’ Krohonas had thrown off the covers and was dressing as he spoke, hopping on one leg as he tried to pull his pants on, breaking off to say soothing things to his stirring wife: it’s nothing, go back to sleep, just a little accident with one of the cars, Pallas is just overreacting. Problem was, Pallas never overreacted. The man was only capable of just enough emotion to stay the sane side of psychopath.

  ‘Meet me in the tech room.’ Mr Krohonas gently replaced the handset in the cradle.

  The tech room was an annexed office, inland from the villa, hidden from the house’s broad ocean-facing sundecks by a line of waving palms and ground spreading aloe vera. Mr Krohonas kept a team of hackers, and some other tech types, mostly for listening in on the police and the competition. Krohonas was calm when he walked through the door, panic was like a circle, you moved from calm towards losing control, but if you were pushed far enough, well… you found yourself back at calm again. Gabby sat by herself, looking acutely aware that she’d given her make-up far less attention than she would have liked. His two most senior tech guys were also in the room, the heavies having been told to wait outside. Krohonas had passed them, all tooled up and twitchy, like they got when they knew something big was going down.

  ‘Go.’ Krohonas slumped into a seat pointing at Pallas. Either his number two and lifelong friend had gone over the edge or something had got really fucked up.

  ‘Okay,’ Pallas surveyed the other three team members with a menacing glare, ‘you all know you don’t get dragged out of bed in the middle of the night just to piss-ass around.’ The short, middle-aged man with the receding hair and expanding paunch pulled out an Uzi and pointed it at the tech guys and Gabby in turn. They all flinched, color draining from their faces.

  For one brief second Krohonas’s heart skipped a beat; maybe the old fucker had flipped.

  But Pallas gave no sign of being anything other than deadly earnest. ‘If any of you ever repeat anything you see or hear tonight I will personally ensure that you are silenced. I won’t be listening to any explanations – you talk, you die. Everyone clear on that?’ Silent nods. ‘Good. Mr Krohonas… they got Candiss.’

  ‘What?’ Krohonas jumped up from his chair. ‘Who’s fucking got her? Where’s Sly?’ The girl’s bodyguard was as tough a son-of-a-bitch as you were ever likely to meet, and professional too, ex-military, not one of them street punks. Where Candiss went he went. Simple.

  ‘Dead. Found him with the car. Look, Mr Krohonas, that’s why we’re all down here, because we ain’t got it figured out yet. Sly was stabbed in the fucking heart. Now you know as well as me, Mr K, we don’t know no one who could get close enough to Sly to use a blade. It don’t make sense. Then we finds a CD taped to his chest, not the music kind, a computer thing. Mr Vaughn here tells me it’s a fucking web address or some Internet crap. I’m telling you, Mr Krohonas, this is weirder than shit.’

  ‘Put it on.’ Krohonas sat stone-faced. Someone had his twenty-two-year-old niece, and that someone was either very smart or just lucky. Either way they would be dead by morning. Mr Vaughn, the bleary-eyed tech guy, went to say something, but Krohonas cut him short. ‘I said… put… it… on….’

  Mr Vaughn’s mouth shut and he switched on the large computer screen.

  Amber grabbed the Greek girl’s jaw and turned the olive-skinned face toward her.

  ‘It’s a party, honey, that’s all. Except that, one, you get to stay with us when it’s over, and two, a few people are going to be watching.’ The Greek girl was strapped naked to a crude wooden table with her feet in stirrups. The table and surrounding area bristled with web cams, all of which were pointed at the helpless bitch, showing her private bits and pieces in fully digitized, enhanced color, high-bandwidth glory.

  Hidden from the main stage, and the camera’s view, two Cruza technicians r
an the whole video feed through a thirty second editing delay before pumping it straight to the web address. At the moment several thousand anonymous individuals who’d drifted onto the site as they randomly surfed were watching the proceedings.

  As far as the Ice Angel was concerned they were very welcome to the party. The tech people had allowed unrestricted access for authenticity, but all that mattered to Amber was that the girl’s uncle was watching.

  The Ice Angel watched on the big screen as the cameras panned in on Mayu and Nyoko’s dazzling white smiles beneath the cat-woman masks as they busied themselves shaving the Greek slut’s snatch. When the two masked girls had finished they showed off their handiwork to the cameras, one of several positioned between the Greek girl’s legs, zoomed in for ultra close-up as Mayu and Nyoko spread her vagina obscenely wide. Mayu grabbed a handheld camera and almost shoved it in the pink hole, and the net audience numbers began to grow as they tuned in to a gynecologists eye view of a young Greek pussy. Amber spoke freely into the mikes, everything fed through a sampler where voice patterns were changed.

  ‘Hi boys and girls, hope you’re enjoying the view. But stay with it because we’re going to be seeing a lot more of the little lady in a minute.’

  Amber picked up a thick black strap-on from a table and held it up to a camera, trusting the tech girls to edit for effect. ‘Now this… this is really neat, folks. If you look closely you’ll see we’ve had tiny cameras inserted into our little toys. Cool, huh? And we’re going to go split screen, so you can see my girls here fucking the bitch, and you’ll also see just where these monsters are going.’ Amber moved to the Greek girl’s head. ‘Her name’s Candiss, or canned-piss, or some Greek shit. Anyway, wonder how it feels to have a perverted gyno exam broadcast live over the net, Candiss? Knowing how many copies are being made, knowing that this is going to be recycled for the rest of your life.’ The Greek girl shouted behind her gag as Amber continued. ‘I guess you’re just as excited as everyone else, huh? Okay people, let’s play.’

  The Japanese girls burst into immediate action. Mayu pulled the Greek girl onto her side and began stuffing her cunt like she was preparing a Thanksgiving turkey. She fed the monstrous black rod into the slut’s freshly shaved slit, the girl’s vagina stretched wide to accommodate it. The wall screen showed the live net feed. One half was the little masked Mayu wearing a strap-on almost as thick as her arm, clambering over the Greek victim as the black shape disappeared into the struggling girl’s body. On the other half of the screen the spectators saw the dildo’s miniature camera light wink on, illuminating the fleshy pink tunnel ahead of it.

  Nyoko, wearing a similar sex weapon, unceremoniously grabbed the Greek girl’s buttocks, pulling them apart, and thrust the shaft against her victim’s anus and began to push, the left of the screen showed the two abusers filling their victim with hard rubber, while the right side split again, horizontally, giving everyone a glorious color view of Candiss’s rectum as the black beast drove deeper into her.

  Yoshi and Kichi were starting work on the girl’s face, ripping out the gag and climbing on like excited kids on a fairground ride. The network of cameras found it hard to cope, so Amber grabbed a handheld. Yoshi climbed on the girl’s face with her back to Mayu and Nyoko, who were working the girl’s lower half, while Kichi climbed on facing Yoshi. Candiss found herself smothered by two shaven and extremely wet little slits. The Japanese girls embraced, giggling, and began to kiss passionately, writhing and masturbating on the Greek girl’s face.

  Amber held the tiny web cam by the cable and dangled it between the two face-fuckers’ slender bellies. There were occasional glimpses of the victim’s eyes as Kichi slid back, and equally rare glimpses of her mouth. Mostly all the camera could see was her prominent Greek nose, sandwiched between the pubic mounds of the girls riding her face.

  A masked technician wandered over carrying a bundle of cables, which hung limply in her palm like dead snakes.

  ‘Micro cams and fiber optics,’ she explained simply, then proceeded to kneel beside the strange scene, poking the cables into the writhing, squirming mass. The technician looked up at her boss. ‘You said you wanted maximum impact from visuals, ma’am,’ she explained, and Amber nodded and smiled encouragingly.

  The screen suddenly switched image, and it took a few seconds for Amber to realize what she was seeing. One camera was lying on Candiss’s lower lip, illuminating Yoshi’s pussy as it brushed and ground onto the mouth beneath it. The visuals were excellent, showing the shiny wet glean as the Japanese girl’s juices smeared the Greek girl’s lips and chin, then the screen split to show a tightly closed pair of eyes, and the sloshing, wet, pink pussy that was busy smearing its trickle of cum over the face beneath it. Forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, cheeks, all coated in a glistening sheen, then another camera showed the unfortunate victim’s nose as it seemed to be passed from pussy to pussy like a bizarre game of tennis.

  The various images, including the ever-onward journey of the oversized black dildos, alternated on the screen at five-second switch intervals. Amber decided to go for broke and called up two extras, waiting patiently in the background, and set them on Candiss’s breasts. More cameras were hurriedly brought up as the two women began sucking, chewing and squeezing the Greek girl’s tits, slapping them, grabbing the nipples in their teeth and stretching them, covering the olive skin in hickeys and playful bite marks. The writhing mass looked so erotic that Amber had to pull her hand out of her panties and her mind back to the real purpose of the abduction and abuse. Okay, she thought, now the hook line. If this didn’t bring them running nothing would.

  ‘To all our viewers out there in cyber land, hope you’re enjoying the show, but don’t forget, at four in the morning pacific standard time we up the pace. The bitch gets strung up and whipped… then we’re all gonna use her as our own little potty-mouth toilet. How very Internet, Amber thought, smiling coldly as she walked to the technical desk. ‘Okay, hook lines gone out, how did we do with subliminals?’

  ‘All as planned,’ the tall Indian tech specialist said, never taking her eyes from the monitors that flashed on the desk in front of her. ‘We got most of them in the early stages. These warehouses were originally used for smoking fish, if they’re observant, and we’re assuming they will be. There are only two locations where they’re still found.’

  ‘So how will they know?’

  ‘Too many upright beams.’ The Indian woman pointed at the wooden pillars that ran the length of the warehouse. ‘They’re what’s left of the smoking rack supports. The Krohonas family were fishermen back in Greece, and that’s how they started out when they came to the United States, until they realized cocaine was a better paying catch than fish and they had all those boats out there doing nothing. So now they know we’re in one of two locations. Any less than that and they’d smell a trap. But the drugged-out gang of crazies on a wild sex trip act was very convincing. I think they’ll bite.’

  Dakota had seen them scouting the old wooden sheds. They would have spotted the out of place satellite transmitter early on. To make sure they didn’t find any additional back up, there wasn’t any – just Dakota. Just you and them State Girl, and by now they’ve figured that out.

  The black limo roared up the small access road as Dakota leaned against the faded splitting wood, smoking a cigarette. As if living in some hyped up teen action flick the driver braked at the last minute, skidding to a halt in a dust cloud in front of her. The driver, his face just visible through the windshield, grinned at her. As expected they were going to sit safely in their bulletproof cocoon until they were one hundred percent sure she was alone. Trouble was, this wasn’t an action flick where everyone showed their hand for the audience, and told their diabolical plans in detail before carrying them out. This was real life, and about as real as it gets. Dakota dropped the cigarette and in one fluid action removed the P90 and swung it to face the car. The driver’s expressio
n showed little surprise and no concern; they were going to wait, catching her on the reload.

  What happened next was never in Mr Krohonas’s script. The depleted uranium shells tore through the car’s thick steel and ceramic plating like it was tissue paper. Unbreakable glass broke, impenetrable steel perforated, and toughened ceramic shattered like grandma’s best crockery. The inside of the car turned into a meat grinder and a cloud of razor-sharp fragments caught in the hail of radioactive shells shredded the occupants.

  Just like that. No talk, no revelations, no nothing.

  Whatever fury was raging in Mr Krohonas’s head as he cradled his own weapon and thought of the unspeakable atrocities being committed upon his virgin niece, was now smeared around the interior of the limo, along with his brain.

  Dakota watched the Cruza’s tow truck approach in the distance, a small dust cloud coming closer. Depleted uranium, she ground the still smoldering cigarette stub into the dirt with her boot, shaking her head, now that’s gonna take a professional clean up job.

  Mr Krohonas and his cronies would be buried at sea as they had always planned, though being immersed in a twenty ton block of concrete, still in their limo then dropped into the deep ocean, probably wasn’t exactly what they had in mind.

  The clean up crews pulled in just as Amber was leaving in the SUV. The Japanese girls sat in the back pulling off their masks, but not bothering to put on any clothes. The side door opened and the Greek girl, still naked and bound, was flung into the vehicle, landing on the geisha sluts’ laps.

  Candiss knew the score; she was raised in a family at constant war; you won some, you lost some, and the spoils went to the victor. Her captors’ demeanor clued her into the fact that her side had lost, and now she belonged to the bitches who had abused and humiliated her all night. Even though she had no gag she kept quiet.