Julian was out on the
moors, desolate isolated land where the wind howled through the stunted
trees like it was dead and wanted release from the Earth. Dressed in
a camouflage jacket he was fairly inconspicuous, five foot nine and
skinny built, a face ravaged by acne and blonde, almost white hair that
made him look almost evil. That was hardly surprising, he was. Needless
to say he wasn't very popular, all the women he knew made it clear that
he made their flesh creep and wouldn't come within six feet of him.
The young man was in an angry mood, none of his snares had caught a
rabbit, three had been removed. In a sullen mood he was heading back
to his car.
There was a young girl standing against the hedgerow when he got to
the road, she was picking blackberries. Julian smiled wickedly, said
hello and headed for his car. As he opened the boot and tossed in his
empty rucksack he studied the deserted by-way carefully, the child was
alone. The youngster looked about twelve, long jet black hair, a red
skirt that reached just below her knees and feet in socks and red shoes.
Julian pulled out a polythene bag and walked across.
"Are there enough for me as well?"
"Oh yes, if you want to start at the other end I won't be in your
Julian put his hand over her mouth, picked her up and carried her to
the car as she struggled violently. Lashing a piece of rope around her
arms and legs she was soon immobile. Then he pushed his handkerchief
in her mouth, tossed her inside and closed the boot. Maybe it was a
worthwhile trip after all. Julian lived on the edge of town, a modern
terraced house with an integral garage. Inside it was tiny, but nobody
could see what he took out of his car. Eagerly he carried his prize
upstairs, unwinding the rope and stripping her naked before tying her
securely to the bed, the white fabric still preventing a cry for help.
When he looked at her it was quite unsettling, her eyes too were jet
black, as though there was nothing behind them and her expression felt
as though it would almost melt lead. Julian laughed to cast the unease
away, then spent over an hour playing with his new toy, exploring every
inch with eyes, fingers and mouth. The girl lay motionless, staring
at the ceiling. A couple of times she mumbled softly through the fabric,
although it was impossible to hear what she said. After a while temptation
became too great, he had delved as deeply into her body as his tongue
"I'm going to take the gag out. If you scream I beat you until
you stop. Do you understand? The neighbours won't be back for maybe
another hour anyway." The child glared at him but didn't struggle;
then, as his mouth writhed over hers she just relaxed, knowing there
was no defence. When he began to penetrate she started to squeal, tears
trickled down her cheeks. "Is it good then?"
"No you arsehole it hurts. I think you had better stop now."
The girl's voice was dark, deep and menacing, but all the rapist had
on his mind was satisfaction. Julian slid out, she was bleeding and
rather dry inside. In the bedside cabinet was lubricating jelly he used
for masturbation. After making sure there was ample around the tiny
opening he slid back inside and started moving cautiously. It wasn't
long before his movements became rather frantic, sealing his mouth over
the girl's muted her screaming until he collapsed. When he rolled off
the child was sobbing softly.
"Do you believe in God?" she asked, almost as though they
were sitting in a church.
"No, should I?"
"It doesn't matter. Only my family can trace their ancestors back
to Central Europe, the Carpathian mountains. Our blood remains pure."
"Are you trying to tell me you're a vampire?" he laughed.
"No, they don't exist, at least not the way you imagine. But you'll
be dead within a week all the same."
"You are a stupid kid. I will feed you, fuck you, even wash you
until I get bored and nobody will know you are here."
The child laughed. "My family already know. I have talked with
the spirits of the dead. They will show my mother where I am."
Julian shook his head, stuffed the handkerchief back into her mouth
and went downstairs to eat. It wasn't the words that worried him, well
barely worried, it was her calm attitude. When he went back into the
bedroom to play, he washed all the blood away carefully before lying
on her again. It was a pity his body wasn't yet ready for a repeat performance.
The girl stared at him as though her mere look could kill, pressed both
hands against his chest, partially to try and hold him away. Holding
her close Julian couldn't see her lips moving and her voice was so soft
the words barely left her mouth. So, she may have been twelve, that
did not mean she hadn't the strength to kill him. There was a slender
chance that then she might die too if he became too heavy, still tied
to the bed. Only she was sure help would arrive soon regardless of the
evil man heavy on her frail body, then he would suffer the full wrath
of the Gypsies. The small but warm body was comforting him, because
her hands were draining his energy he felt incredibly tired, as his
eyes became heavy he was trying to work out how difficult it would be
to keep the young girl for a while; a week, a month, a year?
The doorbell woke him at maybe ten that night. Pulling on his jeans
he walked downstairs. There was a woman outside, her outline distinctive
through the partially glazed door. Opening it on the chain he peered
into the night. The female was probably in her late thirties, stunningly
attractive and wore a perfume that instantly tightened his trousers.
"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" she crooned sensuously.
Julian peered into the darkness, there was no car, nobody nearby. Briefly
closing the door he slipped off the security chain, opened in and managed
to close it again without anybody else rushing out of the darkness.
The woman dropped her light coat onto the back of a chair, the dress
she wore barely covered her upper body, the only reason it wasn't already
on the floor was her voluptuous breasts had it gripped firmly. "I've
come for the child."
"The one you kidnapped and raped this afternoon."
Julian went red, puzzled as to why the woman was so calm. "I don't
"Look, I know you are a sad sick excuse for a man, that Rosemary
is the first human female you have even touched, but she is still a
child. I have not called the police, God or the Devil will punish you."
The woman smiled radiantly, glanced down at the erection fighting for
escape. "It looks as though you find me attractive. I will allow
you to make love to me if I can take the girl back afterwards. No recriminations,
we should not have let her out alone."
"You can see I have no weapon." No underwear either.
They went upstairs, the woman untied the child and kissed her on the
forehead. "Have a bath sweetie, then get dressed." As the
girl left the room the tight dress fell to the ground. "Well, drop
you trousers and lie on the bed if you want me."
Julian obeyed, unable to believe his luck. The woman sat over him, rubbing
jelly sensuously into her crutch to tease him. After a while she guided
her body down until it enveloped his penis. Julian moaned, reaching
up and grabbing her breasts as she began to rock hard, forcing him deep
into her body. Strangely enough in his hands the skin felt different,
hard sagging and wrinkled. "Is something wrong?" she asked,
rubbing her fingers onto his shoulders as she rocked on his pelvis.
"You feel odd," he mumbled warily.
"Yes, I'm not surprised, appearances can be deceptive. I am a gypsy,
I have the power of the ancients." Yes, the power of illusion for
one thing. Leaning forwards her mouth sealed over him, her lips hard,
almost brittle against his, the skin around her mouth felt hairy. As
her face nuzzled into his neck her hands slid beneath them, hauling
their bodies close. Hard bony hands with sharp fingernails that readily
drew blood. The woman was working Julian hard, he should have come sooner,
only sensitive skin was sending odd messages, confusing his mind. Almost
hammering her pelvis against him he screamed, and as her vagina closed
around him like a vice he found final release. "Was that good?"
she cackled into his ear.
"I'm not sure, you feel so strange." Then she sat back up
and Julian lost all colour from his skin. The woman looked about a hundred
years old, her skin was like leather, her face little more than a death
mask. An evil smile revealed black rotten teeth, her eyes were a little
sunken and her hair short and wiry. There were no breasts to speak of,
just old skin, decrepit material that seemed only essential to hide
the bones that dug into him.
"You should never cross a purebred Gypsy line my child, we have
more power than God himself. Only this little game was just for me,
the punishment for raping my great granddaughter will be something special."
Julian began to sob. Totally paralysed his mind was unable to cope.
The woman was massaging his head, licking his face with her stubby purple
tongue. "Oh God, I'm sorry," he whimpered
"Oh, he has little say in the matter." The woman pulled back,
rested her hand on Julian's chin. Eyes began to widen as his mind tried
to prepare for more terror, the way she was smiling something bad was
about to happen. A large red and black centipede emerged from her hair,
it was about eight inches long and as thick as his finger. It flowed
down her arm like water, rested on his lower lip. Only his mouth was
all but welded shut. The trouble with centipedes is that they can bite.
Fang like jaws tore into his lips and he screamed. The massive monster
scampered into his mouth, curling around, biting his tongue several
times before running down his throat. Then he could feel it in his stomach,
snapping mouthparts reeking havoc with the lining.
Julian was writhing beneath the old woman, and every movement seemed
to cut into his prick, still trapped inside the old woman's body in
the same way a bitch holds her suitor captive to increase the likelihood
of conception. Only the thought of that was disgusting.
"Granny, can I play with this big knife?"
"If you like dear. What do you want to do with it?"
"Can I make him bleed, like he did me?"
"I think that is a good idea." The witch like crone slid higher
up his body so Julian could smell the sex they had shared. Only then
he couldn't see the girl. The cold steel from his hunting knife against
his balls made him struggle violently, only the old woman was on his
chest, her hands pinning him down with incredible strength. The blade
ran up the underside of his penis and the pain was
incredible, before he woke everyone in the street she shoved his underpants
into the wide opening and the knife moved again. Julian could feel blood
pouring out over his body, waves of nausea flooded over him. As they
broke he felt brief bouts of darkness. It was becoming difficult to
breathe. The woman pulled out the gag, getting air into his lungs was
more important than wailing. Mouth wide open, sucking in life, something
fell into the back of his mouth. To prevent choking he swallowed several
times, the second time it happened his mind was spinning out of control.
"You know what they were, don't you," cackled the hideous
woman, glaring at him with an evil grin.
Julian began to cry.
"The human mind has much potential, sometimes the reason doors
are closed is to maintain sanity. Fear is the key to the universe's
darkest secret." Julian was barely conscious, terrified beyond
his imagination what the woman was talking about. "Young man, your
fear is so powerful you will be able to see the spirits of the dead
when I summon them."
Within minutes the air went cold and seemed to begin to move. Even though
Julian's body was all but paralysed his eyes were free to wander. The
air was turning black. Wispy trails of darkness than moved in circles
around the room.
"Feed my dead ancestors," laughed the woman as she slipped
of his body and wiped herself with a wet flannel. "Feed at will."
The cold air rushed down, as a shadow drew close it found more form.
Julian's heart almost stopped as an almost transparent skull, with flesh
dripping off the bone screamed towards him, mouth agape. As it surged
through his body it was as though it ripped something from him, chilling
him to the core. The second spectre was more frightening, its jaws huge,
teeth that he felt would rip out his heart, closed on his chest, sending
pain surging through his body. A continual stream of the dead rending
his soul to shreds. Julian was so scared he couldn't even cry. An unending
assault that sapped energy, life from his body. Out of the corner of
his eye he could see the child clapping her hands with glee. The dead
occasionally found more form, raking black nails across his body, festering
the flesh. A woman, it may have been a woman, sealed her dead mouth
over his and filled his lungs with ice, stinking ice that turned his
stomach until he started gagging. The torment seem to last for hours
and with every demon he felt weaker, more drained. Vaguely aware of
diminishing movement around him he began to calm, the persecution had
ceased. Then raging pain in the groin swept a tide of darkness over
The woman had been into the kitchen, heated a saucepan until it was
red hot and stopped blood streaming from the remains of his genitals
by holding it against him until smoke issued freely. Then she carried
him into the bathroom and stood with him under the shower until he began
to regain consciousness. Julian felt empty, hollow, his thoughts were
no longer his own. Countless voices filled his head in a language he
did not understand. The old woman dressed him, then herself and helped
him downstairs, through the house and into the garage, his own vehicle.
Julian sat in the back, leaning against the side of the car as they
drove back out onto the moorland. At about three in the morning he regained
a little more understanding, he was inside a small wooden hut and from
the pain, his hands and feet had been nailed to the floor. Needless
to say, he was naked and vulnerable.
Above him stood the old hag in her black dismal clothes, she was smiling
cheerfully. "You no longer have a soul, the dead fed on your fear,
then they drained your spirit, your essence of life. All that is left
is a shell, you can feel as you did, cry out in pain, only there will
be no emotion, there is only a biological machine left. That you raped
a child is unforgivable, that she was one of us... Well, you will not
die quickly." As she cackled the walls of the shed seemed to vibrate.
"If we let you die at all."
The chamber went totally dark as she closed the door, a lasting image
of an old crone standing silhouetted in the moonlight lingering in his
head. Although he felt incredibly weak he was fully conscious, all thought
processes were active. One reason why he wanted to panic when he heard
what sounded like movement. Only although after a time his mind told
him there were rats edging closer he could feel nothing, no fear at
Small teeth nipped his side and he flinched. The movement caused the
creature to scamper away, though not for long. After a few minutes the
air was filled with the sound movement, maybe a dozen animals had surrounded
him, began to crawl over his body, snapping their jaws freely, slicing
tiny fragments of skin away. Julian screamed as though his life depended
on it. Only it didn't seem to worry the dining team. It seemed like
an eternity of torment, the rats gorged until they were bloated and
staggered off into the darkness. Every square inch of his body seemed
to burn, but without his soul, fear had not been able to shut the systems
down, he was still fully conscious. Julian knew that once the animals
felt hungry they would be back. Before daybreak, despite the pain he
fell asleep. Unable to even dream.
Bright sunlight woke him, the door was open and the young girl he had
raped was standing look at him. "You look an awful mess,"
Julian tried to speak, but words just wouldn't form.
"Daddy says your wounds will go septic if they are not treated.
That is why I am here." Thrusting her hand into a bag she sprinkled
something liberally over his body.
Salt. That sort of stung. Kneeling next to him she massaged the tiny
granules into as many of the wounds as she could, laughing each time
his body shook, tightened, or a tear fell from his face.
After that Julian lay motionless throughout the day. Trying to analyse
perhaps, only although he knew right from wrong there was no guilt or
remorse. But then there wasn't anything else, hope for instance. As
darkness fell he was not afraid of the dark, even what he knew the night
would bring. Julian accepted that the rats would come, that their small
jaws would snap over his body, tearing away countless pieces of his
flesh. As they stuffed their stomachs he would feel their bodies fatten,
grow heavier, but it was pure logic. It was going to happen, it was
going to hurt. If he was lucky they would cut an artery and he would
bleed to death. That however was not guaranteed, there was plenty of
meat near the surface, as yet they hadn't broken through the wall of
his stomach. Perhaps it would have been a quicker death if they did.
Julian didn't sleep much that night, pain kept him awake. Occasionally
the animals would try to dine on his face, only violent movements were
able to dislodge them and sometimes he didn't have the strength. Breathing
felt strange, the air no longer flowed over his lips. Just before daybreak
a rat made a big enough hole to squeeze inside his hot stomach wall,
it was possible to picture movement, only the intestines are not sensitive
to slicing of tissue, it could have been feasting but Julian couldn't
tell. All his brain was registering was scampering feet and gnashing
jaws. Eyes were unable to prevent heinous images flooding into his mind,
a couple of the menacing furry balls had eaten his eyelids. The pain
had been so intense as the first light of dawn broke through beneath
the door Julian wasn't exactly sure how much of his face was left.
The girl came in quite early. "Mummy thinks we should call an ambulance,"
she said as she sprinkled the salt. Julian was past screaming, just
not past the pain it brought. When she rubbed his face his whole body
wanted to explode. The figure of a man appeared, lifted the child high
in the air, she hung something above him, then they left.
It was a mirror.
Julian no longer had lips, most of his cheeks were missing, along with
vast portions of his neck. The whole of his body was red, both from
drying blood and raw flesh. A little of his intestines had been pulled
out through a sizeable hole. As his eyes fell lower he could see that
his penis had been opened like a bread roll and cauterised completely,
there was a six inch circle of black tissue around it.
In the distance Julian could hear the wail of an ambulance. The strange
thing was he didn't have any opinion either way. There were no emotions
at all, not even the desire to die.
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