They Kill, page 15
Maybe it’s time I went across the street and had a talk with the Sowells, let them know what sort of daughter they raised.
And while he was at it, he could have a discussion with them about the length of their grass.
Plus, they should know Sierra’s work schedule and could tell him where she’d be this afternoon. He’d like to pay her a visit too, and introduce her to the very special Chuck he now carried.
Gripping his blood-slick knife tightly in a banana-yellow hand, he headed for the front door.
* * *
Conrad stood next to the lectern, doing his best to keep smiling. It was 1:35 and Mandy still wasn’t there. She was the most punctual person he’d ever met, and he’d never known her to be late for anything. In fact, she was usually early. It was one of the qualities he admired most in her. It was a sign not only of a well-ordered mind but a considerate one as well. Mandy did not believe in wasting anyone’s time, least of all her own. He wondered if something had happened to her, if she was sick or hurt. Should he return to her office and check? But if she arrived while he was gone, she’d be furious at him. Better to remain here, wait, and try to keep his anxiety from building.
The Traditional Values Club wasn’t one of the more popular campus organizations. There were six round tables with six chairs apiece – the numbers bothered him, were too close to 666 for his comfort – and only half of them were occupied. The group was a mix of students, staff, and faculty, all of them more or less regular attendees. Conrad was disappointed that there weren’t any newcomers, but at least the number of attendees hadn’t dropped since the last meeting, so that was something.
The people waited patiently enough. A few looked over the flyers Conrad had placed on the tables, some stared down at their phones, some spoke in soft tones, and some looked at Conrad, their eyes shining with the fervor of true believers. Conrad knew he should appreciate those who were so devoted to the club’s cause, but privately, they made him uncomfortable. They were too unthinking in their devotion, and it creeped him out a little. He would never express this aloud, though, especially not to Mandy. She’d consider it a weakness on his part, and he didn’t want her to think less of him.
Conrad was attracted to Mandy, but he made sure to play it cool whenever he was around her, and he was certain she had no idea how he felt. His attraction to her wasn’t carnal, though. Sure, she was a beautiful woman with a great body. Whether she was teaching class or walking down the hall, people’s eyes were drawn to her and followed her every move. Conrad wasn’t entirely immune to her physical charms, but what he liked most about her was her strength of character and her willingness – no, her eagerness – to champion a cause that was deeply unpopular in this corrupt culture. And her attitude toward casual pleasure-focused sex mirrored his own. He was divorced from his first wife – an elementary school teacher who lived in Akron – because they hadn’t been sexually compatible. Gail had been willing to wait until they were married to consummate their relationship, but once the ink was dry on their marriage license and the vows were spoken, she’d become a different person. The stereotype was that women provided sex to men in order to get them to the altar, and after that, they were no longer interested in lovemaking. It had been the opposite in his marriage, though. Not only did Gail want to have sex all the time – two, sometimes three times a week – but she also wanted to try different positions and other stuff that made him uncomfortable and even revolted him. Over the first year of their marriage, he’d tried to be a good husband to Gail and take care of her needs, but he couldn’t make his body perform when it didn’t wish to, and eventually their marriage fell apart. Gail had made it out to be his fault, had even called him a limp-dick motherfucker at one point, but Conrad didn’t see it that way. Gail was the one with the problem, the one focused so entirely on her own pleasure that she was willing to sacrifice what was otherwise a perfectly good marriage. Their divorce saddened him, but he would’ve been lying if he didn’t admit it had come as a relief to him as well. He’d refrained from dating after that, unwilling to enter into another relationship that was ultimately doomed to fail.
But then he’d met Mandy, and he thought he might’ve found his match at last, someone who was more interested in relating on an intellectual level than a sexual one, someone who not only wouldn’t demand sex from him but was repulsed by the very idea. In short, Mandy was his dream girl.
He’d been working with her advising the Traditional Values Club for the last few years, but in all that time, he’d never been able to get up the courage to tell her how he felt. If she rejected him, he didn’t think he could take it. Where would he ever find someone who matched him as well as her? He kept telling himself that someday he’d work up the nerve to confess his love for her, but deep down he knew he probably never would.
It was 1:42 by the time Mandy entered the library meeting room, and when she did, Conrad’s jaw literally dropped open. She’d removed her suit jacket, undone several of the buttons on her blouse to display an alarming amount of cleavage, and let her hair down. It was wild and mussed, as if she’d just risen from bed – or perhaps had been engaging in activities far more vigorous than sleep. But while all of these changes were disturbing, the biggest change was in the way she carried herself. She didn’t so much walk as she did glide, seeming to luxuriate in her body’s every movement. Her hips swayed provocatively, and her breasts were thrust forward. He’d never realized just how big they were, and he wondered how she managed to keep them contained within a simple garment made out of thin cloth and a few small buttons.
There was something else different about her too, something that Conrad felt but which he couldn’t put words to. She exuded an aura of sexuality, almost a scent, musky and dangerous, the smell of a lion enclosure in a zoo, of an apex predator on the hunt. A word for it came to him then.
Pheromones. She was pumping the chemicals out like an industrial factory that disregarded every environmental regulation ever written. The air suddenly felt heavy – hotter and more humid – and Conrad found himself beginning to sweat. He wasn’t the only one affected. Everyone in the room watched Mandy, transfixed, eyes aflame with desire. Conrad’s penis stiffened, becoming so hard that it hurt. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d had an erection, but he’d never had one like this before.
He clasped his hands in front of his crotch to hide his rock-hard dick. Mandy glanced down at his hands as she approached the lectern, then she looked up and gave him a knowing smile that made him feel deliciously dirty inside. Part of him was alarmed by Mandy’s transformation, shouted at him to leave before whatever was happening went any further. But most of him wanted to remain right where he was and bask in Mandy’s aura of sex. He thought he finally understood how Gail had felt, and if he could’ve gone back in time right then to the early days of their marriage, he would’ve fucked her so hard neither of them would’ve been able to walk for days.
Mandy took her place behind the podium. She nodded to Conrad, this time giving him a smile that was closer to a leer, then she faced this afternoon’s audience.
“Sorry I’m late, everyone. My pussy was so hot it felt like the goddamned thing was filled with fire ants, and I had to stop at a restroom and masturbate to take the edge off. I came so hard, I think I broke the fucking stall.”
A few people looked shocked, as if she’d slapped them across the face, but most chuckled, Conrad included. He didn’t want to, but the sound came out of him all by itself, as if made by someone else who had taken over his body.
“I know you’re all here today to listen to a talk about how homosexuality is unhealthy at best, and evil at worst. But I thought we could dispense with that bullshit and fuck instead. Who’s with me?”
Without waiting for replies, Mandy began unbuttoning her blouse. Conrad watched, fascinated, as her breasts were revealed. Not all of them, of course. She was wearing a peach-colored bra, but her tits were so large the cups could barely contain them, and it looked as if they might spill out any second. Her erect nipples pushed against the fabric. They were so hard Conrad wouldn’t have been surprised if they tore a pair of holes in the bra and popped right through. When she had the last button undone, she tossed the blouse aside. She then kicked off her shoes, unzipped her skirt, and shimmied out of it, revealing panties that Conrad at first thought were a darker peach than her bra, but then he realized the panties were the same color. They only looked darker because they were soaked from her arousal. She stepped out of her skirt and let it lie on the floor. She undid her bra, and her breasts spilled forward, free at last.
Mandy threw the bra into the small audience, and a male staff member – who worked in the maintenance department if Conrad remembered correctly – caught it, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. On one level, Conrad was appalled by the man’s behavior, but on another he was jealous as hell. Mandy slipped out of her panties and tossed them into the audience as well. A young girl, presumably a student, caught them. She jammed the wet area into her mouth, closed her eyes, and made mmmmmmm sounds as she began to suck Mandy’s juice from the cloth. Conrad was even more jealous this time.
Mandy put her hands on her hips and turned halfway to the side to display herself. Conrad thought she was magnificent. She was perfectly proportioned, skin flawless, muscles toned, not an ounce of fat on her. Now that her vagina was exposed to the air, it exuded a powerful musky odor that Conrad found quite literally intoxicating. It was like a drug in aerosol form, and as he breathed it in, the last of his inhibitions faded. He started tearing off his clothes, not caring if he damaged them. All that mattered was getting the damn things off as swiftly as possible. The rest of the attendees began disrobing just as frantically, and within seconds everyone in the meeting room was naked. An array of body types was represented – tall and short, thin and fat, athletic and sedentary. Small breasts, large breasts, firm ones, saggy ones. Huge penises, smaller ones, circumcised and not, thin and thick, straight and curved. But regardless of the differences, the bodies had one thing in common: they could all fuck and be fucked, and that made them almost unbearably beautiful.
Everyone stood motionless for several seconds, admiring the naked bodies that surrounded them. And then, as if some invisible signal had been given, they grabbed whoever was closest and began kissing, touching, fondling, gripping, pinching, twisting, sucking, biting, and penetrating. Some lay atop tables or sat on chairs as others explored their bodies, but most fell to the floor in groups of twos, threes, and more. Soon Conrad couldn’t tell where one person began and another ended. It was as if they’d become a single mass of flesh, and he ached to join them. He stroked his stiff cock as he stepped forward, but a hand gripped his shoulder, stopping him.
He turned to see Mandy smile at him lasciviously.
“Oh no you don’t, mister. You’re mine.” Her gaze lowered to take in his erect cock, and her eyebrows lifted. “Conrad! I had no idea!”
Now it was his turn to smile. “My ex-wife used to say that it was wasted on a man like me.”
“Well, I intend to put it to good use.”
She stepped forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and they kissed. For Conrad, it was the culmination of a desire that he’d never dared acknowledge, not even to himself, and he gave himself over to her completely.
What happened next was an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of physical sensation. Conrad no longer thought on a conscious level. He became a being comprised entirely of nerve endings and pleasure points whose only purpose was to feel. He’d always pictured heaven as a realm of eternal spring – warm sun, green grass, stately trees, pleasant breezes, all enjoyed in the company of the righteous and the faithful. But now he knew that heaven was surrendering to one’s deepest urges, to free from its cage the animal that lay at the core of every human, so it could feast.
Gail, if you could see me now!
After several minutes of fucking Mandy and being fucked by her in return, Conrad found himself on his knees behind Mandy, who was on all fours, pounding himself into her. He gripped her hips so tightly his fingernails drew blood, and his pelvis slapped against her ass so hard, it sounded as if he were striking her with a wooden paddle. Conrad was drenched in sweat, and his pulse thrummed in his ears, a rapid trip-hammer beat. The moans of pleasure and cries of ecstasy produced by their fellow revelers created a carnal chorus for their lovemaking, although love had absolutely nothing to do with their exertions.
“That’s it!” Mandy cried out. “Don’t slow down – it’s about to happen!”
Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, a part that was still a person named Conrad Haskell, and not just a cock with a body attached to it, thought that was an odd way to communicate the approach of an orgasm. It’s about to happen. But the thought never made it to the forefront of his mind, and he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, hoping to help Mandy get to where she so desperately wanted to be.
It had been a long while since he’d had sex with anyone, but while he’d been far from a skilled lover in the past, he was no stranger to what it felt like when a woman came around his cock. With a penis like his, all he had to do was lie back and let his partner do all the work. Gail had almost always come when they’d made love, even if he didn’t. He sometimes wondered if he had let her continue to use his body whenever she wanted if they’d still be married. So when he felt his dick being pulled forward, as if by some internal suction within Mandy, he knew something was wrong.
“Don’t stop!” she cried. “Goddamn you, do not stop!”
The suction increased, and sharp pain shot through his penis and into his groin muscles. He wanted to stop, to pull out and scrabble away from Mandy, put as much distance between the two of them as he could because something was wrong inside her, very, very wrong. But his body was no longer his to command. He belonged to Mandy now, utterly and completely, and he would do as she commanded. He had no choice. He thrust faster and faster, barely able to breathe now, his heart beating so fast that he could no longer detect the pause between its beats. He wondered if his middle-aged heart would give out from the stress, and he almost wished it would. At least that would put an end to this mindless fucking. Had he thought this was heaven? What a joke. This was hell. His hell, endless sexual slavery to a woman who only wanted one thing from him, a woman he could never truly satisfy, no matter how hard he tried.
The suction increased to the point where he thought his dick was going to be torn out by the roots, but then his body began to feel strange. Rubbery, less solid, almost as if he were liquefying inside. He thought of the way a spider injects a fly with a chemical that turns its inside to goo, which it can more easily slurp up. And then he felt a great pulling, and his body rushed toward a darkness that engulfed and consumed him. He didn’t have time for a last thought, but if he had, it might’ve been, At least I’ll never have to grade any student exams again.
* * *
Mandy’s climax was the most intense sensation that she’d ever experienced. Every nerve ending in her body exploded with so much pleasure that for an instant she lost consciousness. But she felt something more, a satisfied fullness inside her, as if she’d just eaten a meal comprised of all her favorite foods. She felt energized, strong, alive…. But there was one thing she didn’t feel, and that was Conrad’s monster cock sliding in and out of her. Still on her hands and knees, she looked back and saw Conrad wasn’t there. She glanced around the room, and while she saw a number of writhing naked bodies, none of them was his.
It came to her then, whispered by instincts she hadn’t known she possessed, and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. Conrad had come inside her – literally – and she had absorbed him, taken his life, his energy for her own.
Satisfied, at least for the moment, she stood and quickly dressed. She didn’t bother putting her bra back on, though, or her panties. She’d never wear either of the damn things again. When she was clothed, she gazed upon the men and women who’d come to the meeting and ended up indulging in one of the oldest traditional values the human race had ever known. She hated to leave them while they were still having so much fun, and for an instant she was tempted to disrobe once more and wade into the action. But there was someone else that she’d prefer to get her hands on. Someone she’d love to possess in the same way she now possessed Conrad.
Sierra.
“It’s been fun, kittens, but Momma has to be going now. Don’t stop on my account.” She thought for a moment. “In fact, why don’t you keep fucking until you die? You’ll never know any greater pleasure than what you’re experiencing right now, so you might as well go out while you’re on top. Or bottom.”
They didn’t acknowledge her command, didn’t so much as look at her, but their actions became more frenzied and violent, and Mandy knew they would do as they were told.
She made her way through the mass of copulating bodies, breathing in traces of sexual energy that they’d shed. This didn’t feed her as fully as Conrad’s life force had. It was like eating a small handful of peanuts instead of a full-course meal, but it was tasty nonetheless.
“Waste not, want not,” she said, and smiled as she left the meeting room.
* * *
She didn’t expect Sierra to be in her office. She’d seen her leave earlier, after all. But she needed to get inside. Why, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to if she intended to claim Sierra’s life force. She considered calling campus security and making up some story about why she needed them to let her into Sierra’s office. She could tell them she’d left something important in there, something she needed badly, and since Sierra wasn’t on campus, could they send someone to help her? Yes, that would work, but she didn’t want to wait for a security officer to arrive. From past experience, she knew it could take anywhere from five minutes to forty-five. She wanted to enter Sierra’s office now.
