The Wicked

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Her beauty was as deceptive as a political campaign. She emerged 
from the early morning mists in the small town with only a small 
handbag filled with fake ID, cosmetics, and a handgun. Don noticed 
her first as she slithered up to the gas station in her towering 
heels and asked for the key to the restroom. So captivating was her 
long blond hair and her deep chestnut eyes, that he could scarcely 
finger the keys from the wall and hand them to her. With a wisp of 
a smile she turned the corner and disappeared into the dirty 
restroom only to emerge thirty minutes later, smelling of cheap 
perfume. He was changing the oil on Macs new T-bird, and was 
unaware of her approach. With a quick slight of hand, she twisted 
the handle on the jack and the car dropped unmercifully onto his 
chest. After taking a few steps, she turned and smirked as she 
threw the keys on his twitching legs. The coroner later announced 
his death had been instantaneous.

Waltzing slowly into the local bar, she ordered a martini and 
awaited her next victim. Mac arrived first. After some senseless 
small talk he offered her a ride in his new car. With an air of 
sophistication that made the bars patrons pause, she accepted, and 
took the arm of the pudgy man firmly in her own. As they rounded 
the corner, he spotted Don struggling beneath his car and froze in 
his steps. She yanked his arm fiercely, almost separating it from 
his shoulder, and guided him to the car where he stood in horror. 
She ordered him to join his friend beneath the shiny T-bird and 
finish what his friend had started. He refused, until she revealed 
the handgun, and he struggled underneath to replace the drain plug 
and tighten the filter. As he began to emerge from beneath the car, 
she mercilessly emptied the revolver into his abdomen. She slowly 
poured the oil into the engine, taking the time to wipe her hands 
gingerly after each quart was emptied. After slamming the hood, she 
dug around in Macs' exposed pockets until she found the keys, then 
got into the car and drove over the two corpses. There were no 
fingerprints, and no witnesses.

Sunday afternoon in the heart of big city U.S.A.

She drove through the quiet streets, humming to a new tune on the 
stereo, and drumming her delicate fingers on the dash. Her eyes 
captured every movement, and lingered on a young couple making love 
on a dark street corner with disgust. Circling the block once, she 
parked in the back of an apartment complex and briskly walked 
towards the two. Before either could speak, she withdrew a small 
hunting knife from her coat pocket, and plunged it into the young 
mans' right kidney. The girl started to scream, and was brutally 
slapped, stunning her and sending her to her knees. As she watched, 
the predator ripped the clothing away from the dying mans body, and 
began to suck on his flaccid manhood. Using expert oral skills, she 
quickly brought him to his last orgasm, sucking every drop of warm 
sperm from his throbbing pole before closing her teeth firmly 
around him, severing the engorged flesh swiftly. Taking time to 
slowly chew the gristle in front of his terrified girlfriend, she 
once again dove between his legs and tore his testicles and scrotum 
away viciously. With an effortless motion she rose, giving the 
terrified lover a smile of conquest, and disappearing around the 
corner. The eyewitness passed out in shock, and could barely 
remember the details when she was questioned by the police as the 
prime suspect several hours later.

Later that evening in a remote all-night convenience store, a tall 
dark woman with flowing blond hair entered. She wore a long black 
trench coat, dark sunglasses, and a large hat that obscured half of 
her face. After lingering several minutes around the soft drinks, 
she opened the door and gingerly extracted a six pack. The young 
clerk, fresh out of high school was so enraptured by her 
countenance, that he rang-up the wrong dollar amount. Nervously 
trying to reverse the transaction, he never saw the shiny blade as 
it sliced through his jugular. He fell backward gasping for breath 
in horror, his eyes rolled up into his head, and his legs twitched 
convulsively as his brain died of suffocation. Again, with the fury 
of a crazed beast, she ripped the clothes from his torso, and 
devoured his developing genitals; savoring their unique flavor and 
texture before disappearing. The local authorities notified the FBI.

For several days the major topic of discussion among those who 
know, was the ghastly murder of the two young men. Law enforcement 
was put on full alert and parents kept their young men home from 
school in the affected areas. FBI officials scoured the crime 
scenes, and puzzled over the motives, but little was found, and no 
answers were given. The young girl, who had seen her lover 
murdered, took her own life in despair. Meanwhile, down in the 
bowels of the city, a stunning blond strolled along the deserted 
streets, staring at the homeless with the eyes of a famished beast. 
Animals dared not draw near, and an aura of death along with a foul 
odor followed her every step. She would sleep in the darkness, the 
black trench coat covering her to form a dark mound that would 
occasionally growl in its sleep. When she would awaken to the 
night, and would once again prowl the dark places, but did not 
feast again, until she caught the scent of another virgin male.

He was a young runaway, angered by the false accusations of his 
parents, and the rejection of his girlfriend. He sat at the bus 
stop for hours, trying to face his realities as despair gnawed away 
at his spirit. She approached from behind and, grabbing him firmly 
by the neck, she pulled her gasping victim behind a secluded 
dumpster. His struggles were met by several jabs to his stomach 
that left him retching and gasping for air. Quickly she unfastened 
his jeans and pulled them from his writhing form to expose his 
young manhood, framed by just the slightest wisp of dark pubic 
hair. Burying her face into his abdomen, she passionately sucked 
the soft flesh to life, encircling his glans repeatedly with her 
moist flickering tongue. Her hand found his small testicles, and 
rhythmically began to message them through the tightening ball 
sack. As her oral administrations increased, he spasmed violently, 
arching his back high in the air as the first load of essence shot 
into her throat. She reached around his firm buttocks and firmly 
held him in that position as he continued to pump his sperm into 
her. They both groaned in unison, fully lost in erotic passion, 
until she moved her mouth over his now tight ball sack, and bit 
down fiercely. Just as he screamed, she jabbed his throat with her 
fist, and tore her treasure free, sucking it into her mouth 
greedily, as the torn veins and ligaments dangled from her lips. 
After swallowing the last of her meal, she wiped her chin on the 
back of her hand to remove the blood, and vanished into the night.

It had been too easy she thought, and she half laughed, half-
snarled under her breath. She drove out of the city into the 
sprawling suburbs, still savoring the tiny remnants of her victims' 
manhood lodged between her teeth. Just before she entered the next 
county, she saw the roadblock up ahead on the bridge, and quickly 
diverted the new car to a service road that followed the river. 
Satisfied that she was safely out of view and earshot, she aimed 
the vehicle into the rapids and dove for the safety of the 
shoreline as the shiny vehicle splashed into the white water. With 
powerful strokes, she crossed the raging waters, and emerged 
unharmed, yet soaked. Walking further up the river, she found a 
large willow, and huddled beneath to rest and allow the warm summer 
wind to dry her coat. Sleep came easy for her with a full stomach, 
and her dreams were both erotic and satisfying.

The next morning, the farmer that found her instantly became fish 
food, and she headed up to the interstate less than a mile away. 
With her composure restored, and her thumb pointing towards the 
sky, it wasn't long until a careful of young athletes offered her a 
seat. With raging virgin hormones surrounding her, she was in 
paradise, and was quick to offer her body for their eager 
exploitation. Her firm round breasts tipped with large rose colored 
nipples were the primary focus of their attention, and it wasn't 
long until their eager hands were exploring all of her unique 
contours with childlike curiosity. She allowed their fantasies to 
be fulfilled even when they became too forceful with the fur 
between her slender legs. By now, they were parked on the side of 
the road, and the four young men were in various stages of undress, 
stroking her body in an increasing frenzy. With one manhood firmly 
embedded in her throbbing pussy, one in her tight anus, and two in 
her mouth, she took control of the scene.

Locking her ankles together, and rolling onto her back, she 
effectively pinned the two violators, and with one quick snap of 
her jaws, her hunger was immediately abated. While the two men were 
howling and cringing as they grasped the bloody mass between their 
legs, the other two tried to escape, but she was far to strong, and 
quickly immobilized both of them with well placed jabs to their 
groins. Dragging them back to the customized convertible, she 
opened the trunk and threw their senseless bodies within. Returning 
to the first two, she ripped their hands away, and completed her 
meal, ripping their ripe gonads away with her sharp teeth as they 
screamed in agony. She squatted over the youngest teen, and 
continually rubbed her oozing pussy across his face until, with a 
low growl she orgasmed, covering his face with her pungent cream. 
Kicking the other victim senseless with repeated blows that caved 
in his head, she smirked at the memory of their frenzied moments 
earlier. She turned her naked glistening body to the sun, and 
strolled back to the car, driving off in a cloud of dust. The warm 
blood from the two dead freshmen soon drew an army of insects that 
consumed most all of the bloody residue prior to the bodies being 
found. An APB was placed, and various scrapings were sent to the 
lab in neatly labeled plastic bags, including the pungent liquid 
found on the face of one of the victims.

Known only as Drew by those who were required to know, he stepped 
from the black government sedan, and slowly strolled over to the 
crime scene where two young men lay naked and dead, with their 
reproductive organs missing. Fumbling with his keys, a nervous 
habit he had adopted when in deep thought, he turned to one of the 
nearby officers, and, in a soft-spoken voice, requested the make 
and model of their vehicle and the time of death. He reached for 
his cell phone buried in the oversized sports jacket he wore, and 
spoke with the lab briefly. Drew was a slight man, barely 5'10" at 
140#. He seldom was angered, and had a soothing effect on those 
with whom he worked with his calm voice and unhurried demeanor. But 
his greatest asset was his ability to maintain his perspective 
amidst mountains of misleading information, and would frequently 
finger the prime suspect long before his peers. Because of this, he 
was only utilized on the most compelling cases, and was given full 
access to the department's multitude of resources. Within a few 
moments, a police helicopter arrived, and once he was safely aboard 
left the grassy field in search of a man-eater.

His associates had fingered the creature as an escaped con that had 
a violent history, and the ability to disguise his appearance in a 
myriad of ways. But Drew was not convinced the solution was that 
simple. This creature was compulsive, unrelenting and merciless; 
qualities he had long ago found perfected only in the opposite 
gender. The trail of its victims was too easy to follow; the crimes 
had been effected brutally without afterthought, and had always 
involved young male victims. The two bodies found at the secluded 
gas station may very well not be related except for the bar patrons 
who thought they saw Mac leave with a tall, sophisticated female. 
Drew knew that if he could uncover her motive, he could solve the 
puzzle to her future agenda, and to her true identity. His quarry 
was savage, powerful, and driven; three elements that would make 
her difficult and dangerous to capture.

She didn't see herself in the same perspective however; if asked, 
she would respond that she was merely hungry for that which she 
craved. As she drove along the interstate, her mind drifted back 
into the past; the horrible crash, the sight of her two parents 
mangled bodies, the endless nights of hunger and cold, the silent 
and lonely days amidst the towering firs, then finally the warmth 
of the she-beast with her warm teats and her soft growls. She 
learned to when and where to hunt, when to feed, and when to hide. 
Honing her skills repeatedly on lower life forms, she became highly 
skilled and feared among her forest companions, but it was the 
first taste of a young hunter that drew her into the world of the 
human. She learned of their ways quickly in her youth while 
watching the glowing boxes through open windows at night. Unseen, 
yet feared, she hid during the day, until she learned to alter her 
appearance and become more like one of their females. Once 
threatened or satiated, she would return to the hidden glen high 
above the valley, and rest peacefully among her adopted kin. So 
lost was she in the warm memory of her youth, that the car missed a 
curve and plunged into a ripening wheat field.

Relying on her instincts, she guided the car through the ruts and a 
maelstrom of flying debris until it finally came to rest up against 
the rusty decaying hulk of a century-old tractor. Off in the 
distance were the remains of a barn, partially collapsed after 
years of neglect. As she opened the trunk lid to reveal the two 
awakened and terrified youth, she laughed fitfully, knowing that 
her hunger would soon be stayed, and she could return to the 
tranquility of her forest home. She slammed her fist into their 
throats, then grabbed her naked victims by the hair to complete her 
feeding in the privacy of the collapsing wooden structure. One of 
the young males began to struggle and she quickly turned to still 
his flailing form. It was then that she first saw the small 
mechanical bird in the sky. She stopped and watched it slowly 
approach; unaware of the threat it posed until it was almost upon 
her. Then, with a frightened snarl, she resumed her labors with 
intensity, safely reaching a fully enclosed area of the aging 
structure before the helicopter was upon her.

Drew has seen the abandoned convertible long before any of 
associates. Smoke was curling from under the hood, and he knew that 
it would soon be engulfed in flames. Scanning the surrounding area, 
he saw his quarry for the first time, staring back at him with the 
eyes of a frightened animal. He immediately called for back up, and 
soon the farm was surrounded by screaming sirens and blaring 
loudspeakers. The creature had already devoured one of her victims' 
sexual organs, barely taking time to savor the warm salty discharge 
of his arousal before ripping the engorged organs from his torso. 
The second victim had been more difficult to arouse as he kept 
lapsing into unconsciousness. Just before the police opened fire on 
the structure, her persistence paid off as the young, virile victim 
shot his essence deep into her throat, almost choking her by the 
sheer volume of his volatile discharge. She gulped several times, 
clearing her airway for the main course. Just as the she tore away 
the ball sack, a continual hail of lead ripped through the rotting 
timbers.

Unable to hear the warnings during her feeding frenzy, she was 
astounded by the barrage, as bullets exploded all about her. Two 
shots of lead found their mark; one ripped through the muscles of 
her left thigh impaling itself into her right knee, and the other 
grazed her left shoulder. She howled in anger and pain, and leapt 
into one of the rafters. After, what must have been a small 
eternity, the clamor stopped, and was followed by hushed voices 
from outside. She crouched and waited.

With the flashlight in his left hand and the service revolver in 
his right, Drew slowly entered the structure. His senses were keen 
to every inflection, and he scarcely breathed, preceding alone so 
as not to frighten her further, and hopefully arrange a non-violent 
surrender. As he drew closer to her position, she stopped panting, 
and collected all of her energies to focus on the threat he posed; 
her senses keen for the kill. Once he crept under the rafter she 
sprang onto his small frame, and ripped his throat open with one 
swift motion. As his lifeblood began to flow freely from the open 
wound, she tore his clothing to shreds, and angrily clawed at his 
face and chest. Numbed and dying, Drew begged for mercy, only to 
emit senseless syllables. She reached her delicate fingers down to 
her foes' manhood, and gently fondled the dangling flesh as she 
watched the light in his eyes fade. With a swift fluid motion, she 
was gone, and the trail she left behind soon vanished along with 
the daylight.

Safely back in the den with her kin, she licked her wounds. They 
knew they would soon be discovered and hurriedly made preparations 
to move further into the depths of the forest.