The Wicked

A forest cannibal terrorizes a small town.

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						The Wicked

	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 a 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 trenchcoat, 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 trenchcoat 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 knawed 
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 departments 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 
who 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 the 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 an 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 life blood 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.