before his own orgasm tore through him
and turned her around to bathe her face in his seed. She opened her mouth and
stuck out her tongue to catch every drop of him. She lapped up every drop of it, raising each breast to her lips to lick Joe's cum from her nipples. Joe knelt
down and licked the rest of it from her cleavage then rose to face her and
kissed her deeply, letting his seed slip from his mouth into hers. She swal owed and moaned appreciatively.
"Mmmm. You are delicious!" she said, smiling.
"Do you want to play some more?" he asked.
"Oh yes!"
Alicia was ecstatic at the prospect of
getting to sample more of the beautiful col ege boy who looked like a young
Christopher Reeve on steroids. Joe
reached around and withdrew the leather restraints from under the bed.
"Let's play," he said as he strapped her in. She hesitated for only a moment
before giving in.
Joe pul ed her arms behind her back,
stil kissing her shoulders and neck. He fastened the restraints around Alicia's wrists, cinching them tight and then
affixing them to the thick chain attached to the leg spreader wedged between her
calves, pausing to gnaw and suckle at
the tender fat that hung from the back of her arms. He then leaned down to buckle the leather cuffs around her ankles and lock the ankle restraints to the leg
spreader. When he was done he forced
the bal gag into her mouth and strapped it around her head, locking it into her jaw. Then he knelt back down to suck at her
nipples.
The gag stifled Alicia's moans, but even with the bal wedged firmly between her lips, Joe could stil hear her scream
when he chewed off her nipple and
swal owed it.
Chapter Nine
Alicia bit down on the bal gag and tried her best to kick out at her attacker as she felt his teeth clamp down on her left nipple. Her legs were securely fastened to the pole wedged between her ankles,
keeping them spread wide and making
her feel even more vulnerable. She
screamed her voice raw when she felt
his teeth bite harder and harder, the tug as he began tearing into her breast and ripping her areola free from her body.
Her stomach rol ed with nausea as she
watched the nipple disengage from her
breast between his clenched teeth,
staring in horror as he chewed it, his
eyes fluttering as if in the grips of the most profound rapture, then final y
swal owing it and licking the blood from his lips with a satisfied grin. Her breast throbbed, pulsing in agony where her
flesh had been. It had taken a heroic
effort to keep from regurgitating with the gag in her mouth and drowning on her
own vomit.
The big col ege boy turned his head
toward her one remaining nipple. Alicia tried her best to move away from his
mouth but the chains held her firm. His mouth groped for her breast and then
seized her nipple between his teeth.
Alicia bucked and thrashed as she felt
his teeth begin to saw through her right nipple.
The pain was somehow both intense
and erotic. Recal ing al the pleasure
he'd just given her and marrying that to the pain she'd just experienced at his
hands as wel as the horror of seeing
him devour her nipple. It created a
confusion of emotions and sensations
within her. She hoped that eating her
nipples was perhaps the worst he would
do. Perhaps just a fetish that, though
painful and revolting, did not mean he
was a serial kil er. She didn't want to die. She'd heard about the things that
perverts did to women. She didn't want
to be tortured and mutilated. The thought of a slow painful death made her begin
to sob uncontrol ably.
Why had she come alone to the house of
a man she'd met at a swinger's club?
Because you're a sex addict, her mind
answered back.
Why had she al owed this stranger to
chain her up like this?
Because you're a sex addict, it replied again, and now you are going to be
tortured and murdered and probably
mutilated and cannibalized.
Alicia wept openly as she watched the
big cannibal gnaw away her other nipple. A vicious and uncharacteristic hatred
swept over her. This man had tricked her. He had been kind and loving to her just so that he could lure her here and hurt her. She wanted to kil him. She wanted to rip his eyes out, to castrate him, to make him scream the way he'd made
her scream. But she could do nothing
and soon her burning rage turned back
to the more familiar fear and sadness.
Once again she had fucked up and this
time it would more than likely lead to her death. Stil , there was a part of her that hoped he was not a kil er, not just
because she was afraid of dying.
Alicia was ashamed at her body's
reaction to the cannibal's assault. How could she stil be attracted to that
monster? She closed her eyes to avoid
looking at him as he tugged and pul ed
at her nipple with his teeth. He had his thick venous dick in hand, stroking it
furiously. Watching him was turning her on even more, even as the hatred and
revulsion came boiling back up inside
her. She bit down on the bal gag and
concentrated on the pain to try to combat her own traitorous body's unwelcome
arousal, yet she knew that the problem
wasn't in her body but in her mind. She was al fucked up and she'd known it
long before tonight. If she were normal she wouldn't have even been in that club to begin with.
Joe's teeth sawed through her nipple
and she started to scream into the gag
again as he tore it from her and gobbled it up with that bizarre look of ecstasy on his face. He was stil masturbating and he stood up so that he towered over her with his cock hovering directly above her head. He swal owed and his whole body
went rigid and then began to quiver as
an orgasm whipped through him. He
aimed his turgid meat at her face. The
monster erupted with a roar, once again baptizing her face in his seed. She
wanted to bite his cock right off of him and spit it back in his face but the gag in her mouth prevented her.
"You evil motherfucking pervert! You sick bastard! You twisted crazy fuck!" she screamed in rage at him, but the gag in her mouth prevented any of the words
from leaving her mouth as anything but
incoherent shrieks. She was sure he had gotten the picture, though. His eyes
softened with emotion when he looked at her as if her words had wounded him.
Ridiculously she almost felt sorry for him, sorry for hurting him. She knew it was the victim in her talking. The sick creature that believed she deserved al of this. That she'd deserved every hateful thing a man had ever done to her.
Alicia fought hard to keep her hatred
burning, but even with the big cannibal hovering above her, she found it hard to hate him. He was just doing what men
do: hurt women. Women like her always
got hurt. It was the way her life had
always been. And when Joe eventual y
kil ed her it would just complete the cycle of violence that had begun with her very first sexual experience, consensual sex turned gang rape in the basement of the local gang leader.
Men had never been kind to her. Why
should she have expected her life to end any differently than this? Watching him cum while chewing up her nipples had
convinced her that she was going to die. Stil , she did not find the thought as
terrifying as she should have. A part of her had always known that she would
end up this way. Ever since the day her father caught her in the garage giving
blowjobs to twelve guys from the
neighborhood street gang and she'd
gone down on him too to keep him from
kicking her ass, she knew that she was
no good. Alicia's father had looked at
her with hurt and disgust on his face after he'd ejaculated down her throat. She'd
giggled as she saw the defeated look on his face. She licked her lips thinking
about how things would change around
the house now, how she'd replace her
mother as the woman of the house.
No way he could tel her what to do or
keep her from doing whatever she
wanted now that she'd sucked his cock.
Alicia would always wield the power to
not only get him thrown in jail, but
ostracized from family and friends, and excommunicated from the church. He'd
been tempted into sin by his own
adolescent daughter. Alicia had hurled
her laughter like daggers at his back as he fled the garage. Later that night he'd blown his head off with a shotgun. Alicia had run into the garage to find him sitting at his workbench with the shotgun stil
clenched between his teeth, the top of
his skul and al the contents of his brain pan sliding down the bare Sheetrock in
a gruesome col age of blood and gray
matter. She had screamed loud and
long. She'd never stopped screaming.
Every time she came she screamed out
for her dead father.
At the funeral everyone had asked the
normal question: "Why did he do it? He had so much to live for." Only Alicia had known why. He kil ed himself because
he'd had sex with his own daughter and
because he'd enjoyed it and he'd have
done it again. Alicia ran away from
home after the funeral. She couldn't face her mother knowing what she'd done.
She didn't even have the luxury of one of those tragic stories that most runaways had. She hadn't been raped or molested
by her old man, she'd molested him,
seduced him to avoid punishment. Yeah,
he could have resisted, but she knew he wouldn't. At age twelve she already knew al about what made men weak.
She'd saved her little brother from being forced into joining the Puerto Rican gang that ran the neighborhood by sucking off the whole crew. She hadn't done it just for him, but because she'd always
wanted to feel a man's cock in her
mouth, ever since she'd discovered
those videos under her father's bed. So she'd done it and she'd liked it, and she liked the fact that the toughest guys in the neighborhood now treated her like a woman and not like just another dumb
kid. So she did it again and again until she got caught.
After she ran away, she'd gone to live
with some of the guys from the gang,
getting gang raped almost daily until she was able to afford her own place. Alicia had known then, as she lay on that
sweaty mattress in the basement of a
gang member named Big Monk, that her
life story would be a tragedy.
Fuck that! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to die like this! She tried to
struggle free of her bonds but the straps did not yield. Her eyes shot daggers at her captor as he wiped her blood from
his lips. He turned away from her
enraged stare with a look of shame and
stood up from the bed.
"Fuck you! You should be ashamed.
Now let me go! Let me go!" she
screamed at his back, but once again
the bal gag smothered her words.
She watched as Joe staggered out of
the bedroom, and she was afraid that he would leave her there alone. As much as she feared the things he might do to her, being left chained up in this dark
apartment terrified her even more. She
tried to scream for him to come back but her strained cries just barely squeaked out around the rubber bal shoved firmly between her teeth.
Chapter Ten
Joe walked out of the bedroom in a
daze. He plopped down on the couch
and stared at the ancient black-andwhite television as if awaiting revelation, but he'd received his revelation back
there in the bedroom. The disease was
progressing. He'd now mutilated a
woman. More than that, he'd eaten some
of her flesh and ejaculated while doing it. He had crossed the line. A deep
depression settled over him as he
considered himself, who he was, and
who and what he was becoming. The
possibility of kil ing was now more than just a sweaty fantasy haunting his wet
dreams. It was very real and very
imminent. He had to figure out what to
do with her now.
There was no way Joe could release her
after mutilating her breasts; not without going to jail. He would face charges of kidnapping, rape, assault, and of course cannibalism. He'd spend a minimum of
twenty years behind bars unless he got
an early parole for good behavior or
pleaded insanity. He considered
checking himself in to an insane asylum. He could go right to the hospital and tel them about the girl chained up in the
apartment, about how he'd chewed off
her nipples and would probably eat the
rest of her if nobody stopped him. He'd tel them about how he couldn't look at anyone without wondering how their flesh would taste, which appendages would
be the most tender, which organs would
melt on his tongue like an extravagant
confection.
Perhaps they would give him a nice
group therapy sessions with other
cannibals and murderers. Maybe they
would give him private sessions with a
psychiatrist who would listen to tales
about his childhood. About how he'd
creep down the hal at night to watch his mother and father fuck through the
keyhole in the door. How his father would strangle her until her face turned blue just before he came, growling like a wolf.
How he'd once seen his father cut a
stray dog to pieces or how he'd been
kidnapped and molested by a young
child kil er when he was eight. Maybe
they would cure him. Maybe they would
give him shock treatments or chemical
castration or a lobotomy. Maybe they
would declare him legal y sane and he
would go to prison after al and get
raped or murdered himself by some big
angry convicts.
Joe shuddered. He did not want to risk
turning himself in. He did not relish the prospect of ending his days wrapped in
a straitjacket and locked in a padded
room, drooling on himself in a near
catatonic stupor from a cocktail of
antipsychotics. Besides that, he didn't want to release Alicia. He wanted to
taste more of her succulent flesh.
Joe curled up on the couch and tried to ignore the whimpering cries coming
from the next room. He didn't know what he would do with her, but whatever it
was, it wouldn't be tonight. It was alread
y nearly sunrise and he had a class at
10:00 A.M. That left him barely four hours of sleep. He didn't want to be late for class. Joe was convinced that
somewhere there was a cure for his
il ness and that with the help of the
professor he would find it. First he had to convince the man that he wasn't a lunatic with some ridiculous implausible theory by finding the proof himself. That meant a trip back to the library.
Joe knew that he was getting close.
Finding the link between the werewolf
and vampire mythology and the serial
kil er phenomenon might lead directly to a cure. If he was right, those old myths not only held the answer to how the
disease was transmitted but also how it could be stopped. He wasn't wil ing to
drive a stake through his own heart and nail himself inside a coffin or chop off his head and fil his mouth with garlic. Those were the last-ditch remedies for those
monsters who had progressed to the
point where they could no longer be
saved. There had to be a less dramatic
solution to the cloying hunger that raked at his mind and spirit, beyond al the
hype and superstition. He had to find the cure soon. Before he kil ed Alicia.
Sunlight ripped the curtain of night,
bleeding morning into the sky just as Joe final y succumbed to sleep. He tossed
and turned fitful y on his couch and
dreamt of the day he'd been kidnapped
from the playground by a budding child
murderer named Damon Trent, who'd no
doubt intended to make him his first
victim. He could stil hear the fat
teenager's tittering, high-pitched voice, like an overexcited young girl's, as he dragged him into his minivan and sped
off down the street with Joe kicking and screaming for his life in the front seat. Joe stil had the faded bite marks and
knife wounds on his ass, chest, neck,
arms, and thighs from where the man
had abused him.
No one knew why the kid had released
him the next morning instead of torturing him to death, as he would with his later victims. Perhaps he had thought Joe
was near death anyway and would die of
exposure before anyone found him.
Perhaps he'd had mercy. He certainly
hadn't shown mercy to his next three
victims. He'd torn them apart. Joe could stil remember the feel of the knife
plunging into his rectum as the man
stabbed him repeatedly, and how he'd