battered middle-aged creeper for twenty bucks. She had no way of knowing it would cost her much more than her pride, or what was left of it. It was
twenty bucks
, after all.
The man’s voice came over the intercom.
I’m afraid this isn’t working, shall we try a different approach?
Robert hung his head, defeated.
The girl let go of his cock, addressing the camera. “I’ll suck him off for fifty,” she offered. Silence. Robert just stared.
Very well, proceed.
The girl spit a bright green wad of bubblegum on the plastic, sweeping her hair back and lowering her head. She bobbed steadily, breathing loud through a stuffy nose. Robert closed his eyes.
Mmmm, much better,
cooed the voice. The girl gave a thumbs-up to the camera, kept sucking.
Lovely, darling, lovely.
Robert grunted approval, his body tensing. He palmed her head, forcing her lower until she gagged. She looked up, teary eyed. “I can’t go that deep.”
It’s quite alright. Please continue.
She hesitated, catching her breath, then resumed.
Robert white-knuckled the bedding, fully erect. “It’s coming,” he groaned. The intercom was happy with the news.
Wonderful!
The girl wrapped her fingers around the base of Robert’s cock, readying for a hasty retreat before the big bang. She wrinkled her nose and pulled back fast, yelping as she skinned her lips on his frozen shaft. “Ow,” she whimpered, surprised and confused, raising a hand to her mouth as blood trickled down her chin. She’d never know what hit her, and that was somehow merciful.
In one terrible instant, Robert’s eyes rolled-over white and his lips parted. New serrated teeth sprouted from his gums. He bit into the girl’s soft neck and she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came. Blood sprayed. She was already gone before he tore half her throat out, her eyes still wide with shock. With no neck muscles to support it, her head dropped back and smacked off her spine, a geyser of blood erupting from the gaping wound. The intercom voice moaned with pleasure. Robert held the girl in his arms, gnawing through the remainder of her throat until the head fell off. It bounced off the bed onto the plastic floor, rolling over the bright green gum which stuck to her cheek. He tore her shirt and bra away, shredding her breasts and burrowing into her torso like a ravenous mole, thrashing from side-to-side. Blood gushed around the room like a tapped oil well, painting everything in sight. He chewed her to the bone, her petite body flopping like a rag doll in his grip. He tore her pants away, ate deep into her vagina, spit out a tampon. He broke her ribcage open, spilled her intestines all over the floor, sucked her ribs clean like a supermarket chicken.
Bravo!
shouted the intercom, as Robert dove headlong into the pile of guts on the floor, crawling on his hands and knees, sliding on his neck and face, raking in everything he could chew in a mad frenzy. His calves and forearms seemed to elongate, claw-like fingers and toes digging through the plastic into the floor for traction, snout sprouting forward to better hoover the sloppy entrails. He gorged himself, blackened tongue mopping the gore from his lips and cheeks. In the midst of the carnage, he came.
* * * *
Outside the bedroom, down a long sterile hallway decorated on both sides with art that collectively could finance another house, a mohawked punk sat quietly on a toilet seat behind a locked bathroom door, his blue-jeaned legs splayed on the immaculate floor, randomly stabbing a hypodermic needle into his wiry, scarred, tied-off arm. He found a vein and pressed the plunger, sending heroin coursing through his bloodstream. He blissfully floated away, forgetting all about his girlfriend a couple rooms down. It was just business, after all. She’d collect him as soon as the deed was done, and they’d be back on the boulevard by dusk to hustle the nighttime crowd for beer money and blow most of her earnings on tomorrow’s high. And what
twenty bucks
, after all.
The man’s voice came over the intercom.
I’m afraid this isn’t working, shall we try a different approach?
Robert hung his head, defeated.
The girl let go of his cock, addressing the camera. “I’ll suck him off for fifty,” she offered. Silence. Robert just stared.
Very well, proceed.
The girl spit a bright green wad of bubblegum on the plastic, sweeping her hair back and lowering her head. She bobbed steadily, breathing loud through a stuffy nose. Robert closed his eyes.
Mmmm, much better,
cooed the voice. The girl gave a thumbs-up to the camera, kept sucking.
Lovely, darling, lovely.
Robert grunted approval, his body tensing. He palmed her head, forcing her lower until she gagged. She looked up, teary eyed. “I can’t go that deep.”
It’s quite alright. Please continue.
She hesitated, catching her breath, then resumed.
Robert white-knuckled the bedding, fully erect. “It’s coming,” he groaned. The intercom was happy with the news.
Wonderful!
The girl wrapped her fingers around the base of Robert’s cock, readying for a hasty retreat before the big bang. She wrinkled her nose and pulled back fast, yelping as she skinned her lips on his frozen shaft. “Ow,” she whimpered, surprised and confused, raising a hand to her mouth as blood trickled down her chin. She’d never know what hit her, and that was somehow merciful.
In one terrible instant, Robert’s eyes rolled-over white and his lips parted. New serrated teeth sprouted from his gums. He bit into the girl’s soft neck and she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came. Blood sprayed. She was already gone before he tore half her throat out, her eyes still wide with shock. With no neck muscles to support it, her head dropped back and smacked off her spine, a geyser of blood erupting from the gaping wound. The intercom voice moaned with pleasure. Robert held the girl in his arms, gnawing through the remainder of her throat until the head fell off. It bounced off the bed onto the plastic floor, rolling over the bright green gum which stuck to her cheek. He tore her shirt and bra away, shredding her breasts and burrowing into her torso like a ravenous mole, thrashing from side-to-side. Blood gushed around the room like a tapped oil well, painting everything in sight. He chewed her to the bone, her petite body flopping like a rag doll in his grip. He tore her pants away, ate deep into her vagina, spit out a tampon. He broke her ribcage open, spilled her intestines all over the floor, sucked her ribs clean like a supermarket chicken.
Bravo!
shouted the intercom, as Robert dove headlong into the pile of guts on the floor, crawling on his hands and knees, sliding on his neck and face, raking in everything he could chew in a mad frenzy. His calves and forearms seemed to elongate, claw-like fingers and toes digging through the plastic into the floor for traction, snout sprouting forward to better hoover the sloppy entrails. He gorged himself, blackened tongue mopping the gore from his lips and cheeks. In the midst of the carnage, he came.
* * * *
Outside the bedroom, down a long sterile hallway decorated on both sides with art that collectively could finance another house, a mohawked punk sat quietly on a toilet seat behind a locked bathroom door, his blue-jeaned legs splayed on the immaculate floor, randomly stabbing a hypodermic needle into his wiry, scarred, tied-off arm. He found a vein and pressed the plunger, sending heroin coursing through his bloodstream. He blissfully floated away, forgetting all about his girlfriend a couple rooms down. It was just business, after all. She’d collect him as soon as the deed was done, and they’d be back on the boulevard by dusk to hustle the nighttime crowd for beer money and blow most of her earnings on tomorrow’s high. And what
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