Demon!, Chapter 2
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This one is loosely related to "The Seeker" series.
** Demon!, Chapter 2**
** By William W. Kelso**
I woke up with a start, an elusive dream fading rapidly. I'm glad it did, my dreams are nightmares, horrible ones. Being a demon you'd think I wouldn't have nightmares, but the ones we have would kill a human. I wasn't always a demon; I used to be a human male until just a few days ago. My name was Douglas Brewster, but that doesn't mean anything anymore, that name is gone with my humanity. I have no name now, not unless my Mistress is gracious enough to give me one. I go by the name of Slayer now, it's what I was created to do, and I am very good at it.
My wife and sister had been brutally gang raped, tortured, and then murdered by a gang of drug dealers, and their money and connections had made them too powerful to be touched. I had tried for over five years to get justice for my butchered family, but it was hopeless. I had no money, no powerful connections, no hope, and it was killing me. That is until a woman I knew had given me a business card and I had contacted an honest to G** (I can no longer say or think that name) Sorceress. She had arranged for me to sell my soul to a demoness so I could become a demon myself and take my revenge personally on those who had wronged me. In exchange I gave her my soul and became her slave for eternity. It seemed like a good deal at the time, but now that I know better it is way too late for the wretched creature I've become. Just existing is an agony I can't describe, feeling myself becoming less human every day.
My Mistress, the Carnal Demoness Vulva, had seduced me and I had been her eager and willing lover, and as she drained my loins she ripped out part of my soul and replaced it with part of her own, and after that I could no longer remain human. She made me into a demon called a Slayer, one of Hell's nastiest killing machines. A lizard thing with bats wings, razor sharp fangs and claws, and no mercy. And had I known the agony and horror I would suffer as I felt myself become something else I would have torn up that business card and committed suicide like I had been thinking, it would have been much better that way. But I had been given what I was promised, and was now damned for eternity as a slave in Hell. And the thing I was felt despair, and was confused and terrified. I hadn't thought it would be like this. I had found two of the ten I had marked for death the second night after I changed, and what I had done to them had been obscene, and I had done it without hesitation and enjoyed myself immensely. Justice had been done, but at what price? As I had licked their blood from my claws and snout I had felt a little more of my humanity die, and the demon in me had reveled in the slaughter.
Finally I could no longer stand to be alone, so sought out the only ones who knew what I was, and would understand, the Sorceress who had "introduced" me to my Mistress and her familiar. I put on an old overcoat, and even though it was night I wore dark glasses to hide my red and yellow demons eyes, but I could still see perfectly fine. Darkness is no barrier to demonkind, we see better at night then in the day. Driving my reliable old Buick I pulled up in front of the huge old house where Madame Marian lived and had her "office", complete with silver inlaid pentagram and sacrificial altar. She met me at the door with her feline familiar; who had taken on his large form. He looked like a bipedal black panther, big and impressive. He grinned when he saw me showing sharp fangs, but we were friends of a sort, he knew what I was and could relate as he was demonic as well as are all familiars to some extent since they are magical creatures. Despite the fact I had very nearly killed them both before learning to control my new self they had forgiven me, and that meant a lot to the thing I was. Neither what remained of my human self or my demonic self would harm them, and they knew they had nothing to fear from me any longer. I saw them as friends, the only ones I had.
Brutus whispered in Madame Marian's ear as she welcomed the demon in human guise into her house.
"Mistress, he smells of blood, he has killed and fed."
"Yes, he has, Madame Marian replied, the demon in him is stronger now. It must be horrible to feel one's self becoming something else, something inhuman and feral."
I heard them of course, my hearing is acute, but it did not bother me, they spoke only the truth. That could not insult me. I followed Marian into her living room and sat down in a large comfortable chair she offered. She offered me tea or another beverage if I preferred, but I politely declined. I do not drink, at least not tea. And I had fed recently, and would not need too again for a long time.
We stared at one another for awhile, or she stared at me as I stared through her and relieved the horrors I had committed a few nights ago. I found myself telling her about myself and my life with Lucy, how happy we had been, how brilliant and talented my sister had been, how close we had been as we only had each other after our parents died when we were young. Then I told her about what I had done to Chico and his woman, describing how I had tortured and devoured them, describing it with relish without even realizing I was doing it, talked about it like I would have about the weather or a ball game. And I felt tears of blood running down my face again, the only way I could cry as I have no tear ducts.
Madame Marian had listened sadly as the demon told her of his life as a human with his family, and for all she was hundreds of years old and hardened to a great degree she could still feel sympathy for the poor creature, but she had paled when he had candidly told her what he had done to the two gang members he had already tracked down. That alone was proof the creature sitting before her was no longer anything remotely human. But there was still enough of his human soul left to grieve for his family as tears of blood trickled down his face. And when it became too much for him he reached out to her and she let him hug her until he recovered his composure. She was strangely touched that he chose to unburden himself to her like this, to be able to give some solace to a damned soul.
I didn't remember hugging Madame Marian, but as my grief faded I found her holding me in a warm embrace and it was so nice. I was vividly aware of her female musk, and before I even realized I was doing it I fondled one of her breasts, and pressing my lips to hers I kissed her intimately, running my long forked tongue into her mouth. And as soon as I had I regretted taking such liberties with someone who cared for me, but to my surprise she returned the kiss passionately! So I kept kissing her, and felt my vent stir as I became more and more aroused; a primal animal lust. I hissed and pulled open her blouse and pushed her bra up so I could lick and knead her full firm beautiful breasts. Oh how I needed this!
Brutus was a little unsure at first, but his Mistress's scent told him it was OK, so he just stood in a corner and watched as the demon seduced his Mistress, or she seduced him, it was hard to tell. It did not bother him much, his Mistress enjoyed numerous sexual partners, many not human, so if she wished to mate with a demon who was he to protest? He settled down to watch with great interest, his penis sliding out of its sheath.
Madame Marian was caught a little off guard as the demon began fondling her breasts and kissed her, but his tongue was hot and felt good in her mouth, so she responded to his advances. He hesitated and seemed a little unsure at one point, but as she kissed him back he growled and ripped her blouse open and started roughly kneading her breasts and she felt her nipples harden, it was very erotic in its very roughness. This wasn't a man seducing her, but a beast who wanted to mate with her, and she found that incredibly arousing. But she also knew he needed it very badly, both the human and demonic parts. She had always wondered what it would be like to couple with a demon, but had thought she would not find out until her Mistress claimed her, so it should be interesting and hopefully enjoyable. She seldom had sex she didn't enjoy, no matter how brutal. Her Mistress Vulva had told her he was a sex demon too since he was one of her creations, so Madame Marian had high hopes this would be memorable night. She wasn't disappointed.
Snarling I ripped off the rest of her blouse and bra as I licked her breasts and nipples, then I "kissed" her again forcing my tongue deep down her throat and to my delight she slid her hand down inside my pants and rubbed my vent. She got the desired result almost instantly, and with a loud hiss I stood up and took off my clothes and threw them in a corner. My penis was fully extended and hard by now, still demon shaped but smaller in this form, maybe about nine inches or so in length. Then I stood there and moaned while she licked and stroked me, then took me in her mouth. Both the human and demon in me were enjoying themselves immensely, but I didn't want to cum in her mouth, at least not for the first time. So with a hiss I reluctantly pulled away, but it was hard as her tongue had felt so good around my hardness.
She stood up and I grabbed her skirt and ripped it off with a snarl, and she wasn't wearing any panties. With an appreciative growl I licked and squeezed her breasts, then squatted in front of her and pushed my face into her crotch and licked her mound, and it was wet and I could taste and smell her own lust which was as great as mine. Yes, I thought, this female wants me, this will be most enjoyable mating. She gasped and grabbed the back of my head as I ran my tongue between her pink lips and deep into her until I was licking her cervix and I lapped up her juices eagerly, human female juices are a real treat for a demon. I reached up and grasped her butt and pressed my face even harder against her crotch, hissing in pleasure as I licked and sucked.
Marian enjoyed the feel of his strong hands, and then long forked tongue, against her breasts and sensitive nipples. He was not gentle, but she didn't want that. She ran her hand down inside his pants; no underwear, and stroked his strange vagina like vent, and almost instantly felt something push against her hand. He gave a deep hiss and pulled away from her and tore off his
clothes. She reached up and examined his strange penis as she stroked and fondled it as it lengthened and hardened. He had no balls, at least any she could see, and his penis jutted out from a vent or cloaca like a reptiles. His penis was basically human shaped with a more pointed head, but there were thick protruding veins running up its length and a series of knobby ridges and it was a slick dark purple-red color. She licked a drop of pre off the tip, and then took him in her mouth. He gave almost human moans of pleasure as she tongued and sucked him, then to her disappoint he pulled away. She'd wanted to see what demon cum tasted like.
As he stepped back Marian stood up, and she gave a little startled gasp as he ripped off her skirt, and like him she wore no underwear. It was binding and Brutus didn't like it, he liked to be able to just flip up her skirt and mount her at a moment's notice. It saved time if she didn't wear any other coverings over her genitals. Marian looked down as he smelled and licked her mound and growled his lust, then she gasped and grabbed the back of his head as his tongue slid inside of her, and it was so long! She'd never had a tongue go that deep before, and it felt absolutely fantastic. He gave hisses of pleasure as he licked and lapped at her, his hair looked human but felt thicker and strangely bristly as she held his head and ran her fingers through it. She felt herself starting to approach climax as that marvelous tongue moved inside of her and his lips sucked powerfully at her nether lips, and then with a deep gasp she came and he gave a deep hiss of pleasure as he drank her juices, his lips sucking and his marvelous tongue busy inside of her. Then with a final slow lick he pulled his tongue out of her and stood up. He looked at his erection, then at her, and whimpered in lust.
Madame Marian said, "Oh yes, I want you in me my love, but not here. Let us go to the basement, there are, um, toys and equipment that will me our joining much more enjoyable."
She removed her shoes and socks, and then led the rampant demon; followed by an equally aroused Brutus, down into the basement. In addition to being used to summon demonkind her basement was also an elaborate well laid out "dungeon". There were heavy duty tables, racks, and frames of all kinds with numerous types of restraints, leather cuffs, cages, chains and manacles on the walls, floor, and ceiling, all strategically located to make any kind of restraint and/or bondage possible, and all sorts of other "fun stuff". Madame Marian was very much into BDSM, and her dungeon was a favorite orgy location for the other practitioners of the arts that she knew. Her "parties" were legendary. She loved nothing better than to invite a half dozen of her friends and their familiars over for an "evening of fun and recreation". The nice thick walls kept her neighbors from hearing the screams and other noises quite nicely. She was very much looking forward to being at the demons "mercy".
As I lapped at her sex after awhile I felt her start to shudder, then she spasmed and a fresh flow of her sexual fluids washed into my mouth as she gave a deep gasping moan and climaxed. Mmmmm, I thought. She is so wet, so sweet! But now I couldn't wait any longer. I gave her a final slow lick as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, and then stood up. I wanted her badly, and knew she wanted me as well, but I didn't want to take her too brutally and injure her, so not really sure what to do exactly I looked at her and gave a hissing whimper of lust. How did she want me to mount her? She smiled, said to me "not here", and then led me; and her familiar, down into the basement. I felt a moment's hesitation as last time I had been down there I had been hiding after I almost killed her. The basement held bad memories for me as I had also lost my humanity there. But almost insane with lust I followed her. The beast wanted his mate.
Madame Marian led them to a heavy iron bound oak door in one wall; and entering the room turned on the lights. The room contained sexual torture and pleasure devices that would have done any medieval dungeon proud. Some were genuine antiques, others brand new, all top quality and in perfect condition. Fully functional, waiting only for victims. She walked over to one of her favorites, a low well padded leather covered platform. She lay face down across it and Brutus attached the well worn heavy leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. She was now bound in a position from which she could easily accommodate two sexual partners, which she was soon doing. Being gang-banged was one of her favorites.
She grunted in pleasure as the demon mounted her, he lunged into her powerfully until he hilted, then began fucking her with steady thrusts as he gripped her around her waist. No more foreplay, just straight to the fucking which was fine with her. As Brutus moved to stand in front of her she opened her mouth and swallowed his penis. Soon she was moaning and gasping as the two males brought themselves; and her, to orgasm after orgasm. And to her delight demon cum was delicious. They were all insatiable, and the males rotated after each climax. The demon was a fantastic lover, his higher body heat made it incredible and his strangely shaped penis did incredible things inside of her.
Suddenly the demon gave a deep guttural snarl, and Marian felt his penis began to lengthen and thicken as he plunged in and out of her, almost like he was getting an erection, but that was impossible! Then she realized what was happening as she saw the hands gripping her shoulders began to change, turning black with a covering of small scales, long sharp claws pushing out from the tips, and his sounds became less and less human and more bestial. He was taking on his demon form! And it was unbelievable, the pleasure increasing to the point of euphoria. Oh Yes! She thought, it's much better this way! He is so large, so insatiable! She gasped as her vagina stretched to accommodate his enlarging member, and he kept pushing deeper and deeper into her as his penis kept growing, pushing past her cervix and into her womb. She moaned from the pain and pleasure, she had never been penetrated this deeply before! And he kept pushing into her until with one final lunge he hilted, and she screamed in ecstasy.
As we entered the basement I looked around and saw the familiar altar where I had died as a man and been reborn as something inhuman, and there was the pentagram and her bookstand, but not much else. At first I was a little disappointed, but Marian led me to a door I had not seen before, and then turned on some lights as we entered a large room. My goodness, I thought, how interesting. I had never seen anything like the place before. As a man I'd never really been into bondage and stuff like that, but the demon in me could appreciate the possibilities. I gave a hiss of appreciation, and then an even louder one as Brutus bound Marian to a low frame, leaving her totally vulnerable and exposed. I didn't waste any time, my lust was so intense it hurt. With a snarl I pressed the head of my aching erection against her sex and mounted her with several powerful thrusts until I hilted, then started fucking her as hard and fast as I could, slathering and hissing in pleasure. She was nice and tight, and oh so slick and wet! It didn't take me that long to reach an amazingly powerful orgasm, but I was just getting started. She serviced her familiar too, and his yowls of pleasure as she sucked his cock mingled with our hisses and moans. It was wonderful, and soon I had my cock in her mouth as Brutus and I rotated our positions, smiling at one another as we fucked the female. I think it was after my fourth or fifth orgasm, I'm not sure which, that I totally lost control, and unable to retain my human shape I shifted into my demon form snarling from the pain and pleasure, and the feeling of my cock growing inside of her vagina as it stretched to accommodate me and became tighter was indescribable. I became frenzied and shrieked and roared as we both had mutual massive orgasms. I had to fight to keep myself from tearing her with my claws as I clasped her as I wanted to give this female only pleasure.
Finally after several hours of incredibly intense nonstop sex we were all temporarily spent and exhausted. Brutus and I spent a few enjoyable minutes cleaning the female with our tongues while she moaned; then Brutus released her from the cuffs. Still in my true form I followed Marian and Brutus back up the stairs into the main house, and we all collapsed in her huge bed and fell asleep. I was completely and happily satiated and was mercifully spared any nightmares. We lay down side by side, Marian in the middle with an arm thrown over each of her lovers, and I leisurely licked one of her nipples hissing softly, until we all dozed off.
I woke up a few hours later and at first was a little confused, but then remembered the incredible mating when I saw the nude woman and cat man in the bed with me. I shifted to my more human form, and being careful not to wake her, began licking Marian's thighs and mound to clean her off as her pussy had kept leaking cum for sometime after we were through mating, Brutus and I had pumped her full to overflowing, and I enjoyed the taste of my own, hers, and the cats sexual juices. They were a nice spicy blend of lust. I felt myself get hard again, and positioning myself I lowered myself onto her and my penis slid easily into her still well lubricated vagina, and THAT woke her up. She gasped, opened her eyes, smiled, and wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her, but this time more as a man instead of an insatiable demon. I fucked her long and slow, Brutus waking up and watching with a smile on his face. She grasped at me and moaned, and I gasped and moaned myself. It was a perfect conclusion to a night of wild bestial sex. The beast had satisfied itself, now it was the man's turn. With a final shuddering moan I came, and pulling out of her collapsed next to her and Brutus took my place, and fucked his Mistress long and hard, both of them yowling in pleasure and it was hard to tell which one was the animal. I watched with a smile on my face, ready for my next turn.
Marian woke up as she felt the demon mounting her, and he was in his human form again. She smiled and positioned herself to allow more penetration, then arched and writhed as he fucked her nice and long and slow, his cock hard and hot, and when he was done an impatient Brutus took his place. It had been the best sex she'd had in years, and if all demons could fuck like him Hell might not be so bad after all. And they weren't done with her yet, and the day passed in a haze of sexual pleasure.
I left as soon as night approached again as I just couldn't get used to the sun even though I knew it wouldn't harm me. I just felt safe, more at home, under the cover of darkness. In the sunlight I would feel exposed, revealed for what I am. I was reluctant to leave; the acceptance and pleasure I had found here meant a lot to the thing I had become. I could be relatively happy here. As I was leaving I kissed Marian's hand, and said,
"Thank you lady."
Marian smiled, and replied "For what?"
I said, "For letting me make love to you, both as a demon and a man, and for not turning away in revulsion."
She smiled again and said, "Your reasons for doing what you did are noble, and you are not as evil as you may think. You are welcome here anytime."
So I kissed her hand again, and getting in my car and driving away I was one very satisfied demon. But as I neared my house I sobered considerably, my detective friend had said he'd have the location of some more of the gang members for me by this evening, and I hoped to be hearing from him soon. It had been some time since my initial success, but the other members were proving more elusive and hard to find as their kind had no fixed address.
Marian watched as the poor damned soul drove away. She had been glad she could give him some temporally relief from the horror of his new existence, and the sex HAD been awesome. She hoped he would be a frequent partner, he and Brutus made a fantastic gang-bang team as her sore; but very satisfied, body could testify. Still nude she and Brutus took a long hot shower, and he held her until they both fell asleep again. She did so love the gentle beast.
I let myself into the house; the door wasn't locked as I had nothing worth stealing, and if anyone broke in while I was there then too bad for them. Just as I sat down to check the answering machine the phone rang, and picking it up it was my friend. Perfect timing. He had a good lead on the whereabouts of two more of the gang members I was hunting for. He also mentioned the other two he'd told me about had died in a house fire, so sad. I just agreed with him, if he suspected anything he didn't give it away, and I didn't tell him I'd sent their two rotten souls to my Mistress in Hell. I'm sure after these two new targets met their well deserved demises he'd start suspecting me, but I doubt if he'd be terribly concerned. He hated drug dealers and gangs as much as I did. He had been a cop once and drug dealers had killed his partner. Maybe I'd even ask him if he knew some more scum "that needed killing" and I'd do him a favor for all the help he'd been. It would give me something useful to do until my other targets were found. I no longer cared who I killed, as long as they were "deserving" of my attentions. And I knew my Mistress would appreciate all the souls I sent her.
Pablo and Enrique, streets name Spider and Blade, had been spotted by a gang surveillance unit about two hundred miles away. Instead of driving I decided to fly, cheaper and faster. I shifted to my full demon form, slung a bag full of clothing and other necessities over my shoulder, went in the backyard, and took off with powerful strokes of my wings. I made it there by early morning, and perched in the beams of an old abandoned warehouse to wait for night. The pigeons that normally roosted there gladly let me have the whole place to myself which I thought was considerate of them. Then I settled down to wait for night. I wrapped my wings around me to shield me from the light that shown through the dirty windows, even though I was deep in the shadows I still hated that light.
I woke up with a start and almost fell off the beam I was sitting on, but I gripped it with my powerful claws and stabilized myself. I'd actually fallen asleep, which surprised me. It was dark; or dark enough, so I jumped off the beam and landed on the floor about fifty feet below. I knew I was alone; except for small life, as I would have smelled and/or sensed any humans. Some rats came to investigate the strange intruder in their domain, and I crouched and let them sniff at my feet and gently scratched their heads with my claws. They seemed to have no fear of me which I found strangely touching in a way, and then to my great surprise suddenly found I could see through the eyes of the ones I had touched and control their movement! It was a strange feeling to be able to control them like that. It must be one of the powers my Mistress had hinted at, the ability to control certain animals. I explored and experimented with my new found ability for awhile, then got back to the business at hand. I shifted to my most human from, opened my bag, and got dressed. Overcoat, large baggy shirt and jeans, and heavy boots that would normally have been way too big, but fit my long clawed toes perfectly. I felt like a homeless version of Frankenstein with those huge clod-hoppers, but no going barefoot, my scaly clawed feet were bound to attract attention. I shoved a few hundred dollars in one pocket, put on dark glasses, said goodbye to my rodent friends, and ventured into the night in search of my prey. And I was hungry too. The rats tried to follow me, so I sternly told them to "go home!"
My contact had told me that Spider was dealing out of a local bar called the "Black Orchid", so I decided to check there first. I was in a really bad neighborhood, and a lone white dude was sure to attract attention, and sure enough as I was passing one dark alley four young punks decided to roll me. It didn't work out the way they planned. I'd known they were there, I smelled them before I saw them. Old sweat, beer, male scent, peppers. I wasn't worried though, not at all. I stopped as they spread out around me, and waited. This delay was annoying.
The apparent leader said.
** "Hey Gringo, I hope you got some money, or we cut you up for wasting our time. Or maybe we cut you anyway. This is our hood; you got to pay a fine."**
I replied, "If you go away right now I won't kill you all."
The punk said "Ooo, ho-ho-ho, a wiseass! Don't look now retardo, but I think we got you outnumbered." And he and his friends gave nasty laughs.
About this time the one behind me stepped up and nailed me with a tire iron on the back of my head. I hardly even felt it as it bounced off and he dropped it with a curse and shook his hand, and said,
Aiieee, ¡Oh el hombre, esa herida!
"What's wrong Tony?" asked the boss.
"Man, it was like hitting a rock; the dude must be wearing armor or something!" Tony replied.
The boss looked at me closer, and asked, "You the man Gringo, you a cop?"
I just smiled, and said "No such luck mi amigos."
Then I took off my glasses and smiled, showing my inhuman eyes. Then I bared my fangs and let my long forked tongue lick over them as I gave a loud hissing snarl. I have never seen four men move that fast in my life; they took one look and vanished into the night with a few appropriate yells such as "Madre de Dios!" "El Diablo!" I hoped they got some religion out of the experience, I was certainly amused. I thought about chasing them, it would have been fun, but decided to stick to my original plan.
One more incident occurred as I neared the club. As I was passing another dark alley I heard the faint sound of a young woman begging, and a man's guttural lust filled laugh. I almost kept going; it was no concern of mine. But then I remembered why I was here, and why I was doing what I was doing. Two other women had begged for mercy, and I hadn't been there for them. But I was here now. I moved down the alley as fast as I could in my clumsy boots, turned another corner into a blind alley, and looked at the scenario that presented itself.
A young woman, her clothes mostly torn off, was lying on the ground crying with a large hulking figure crouching over her. He had his pants down, and while I couldn't see his erection I could smell his lust, and the girl's terror. Some young socialite had ventured into the "wilderness" in search of excitement, and she almost got it. She was lucky, I hadn't been there for my wife and sister, but I was there for her. I walked up behind the rapist, crouched down and reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, and crushed them into paste. He screamed as he forcibly ejaculated cum and blood, and still holding him by his balls I lifted him up, opened a nearby dumpster, and threw the now unconscious man into it head first as hard as I could and slammed the lid. Then I bent the lifting bar, and there was no way he could get out without help. If he was lucky it was full of trash and his neck wasn't broken. I gave the almost nude girl my overcoat, hailed a cab, gave the cabby a hundred bucks, and told him to take the lady anywhere she wanted to go. She was still crying when the cab pulled away and never said a word. But the way she'd clung to me had been payment enough. It was nice to be needed, even my demonic part felt satisfaction. Then it was on with my "quest".
I entered the club, showed my money to the bouncer so he'd know I wasn't some derelict, found a table in a dark corner, and ordered a beer that I didn't drink. I fit right in, this was the kind of place that the lowest dregs of humanity frequent, and to my surprise at least one other "person" in the bar wasn't human. He sensed me too, and left in a hurry. I think he was a were of some kind. Then I waited. The first night Spider didn't show up, so I came back the next night; spending the day in the warehouse after buying some crackers and cheese for the rats, and took the same table, evicting a drunk by buying him a drink. And that second night I got lucky. I spotted him right away, a wiry little punk covered in gang tattoos with a big black widow spider tattooed on the back of his bald head. What a lowlife, a little insect of a man, and I felt my hatred kindle, and demonic hatred is a horrible thing. I waited until he was alone at "his" table, and then approached him and told him I needed to "score" big time; that I was really hard up. I flashed my cash and he told me to meet him in the back room. I waited a couple of minutes, and then followed him. If he thought he was being cautious and cool he was mistaken. Everyone who saw us leave the main room of the club knew what was going down, but didn't care, that was what this place was for.
As I walked through the door to the back storeroom he grabbed me from behind and held a knife to my throat while he frisked me. I just smiled. Then he asked me if I was a cop, and after I said no he let me go and it was time for business, but not the kind of business he was expecting. I really think he was surprised when I grabbed him by the neck, and lifting him up pinned him against the wall. He was fast, but the knife blade bent when he jammed it into my stomach. Then he dropped the now useless knife and clawed at me, knocking off my glasses and hat. His eyes went wide when he saw my own inhuman eyes glaring at him. I smiled and ran my forked tongue over my fangs and smelled ammonia as he pissed himself.
"Hello Spider. I said in a soft hissing voice, I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time."
I had planned on tearing him to pieces, after making him suffer for awhile, but somehow I suddenly knew I could do something else instead, something very appropriate. My other powers were awakening. So I stared into his eyes until he was mesmerized, and then reaching inside I started to change him. His body began to shrink and his skin darkened and turned black and hard, mandibles pushed out of his mouth and his terrified squeals changed to clicking sounds, his eyes began to divide into four, six, eight, until large multifaceted orbs stared at me in terror as they divided into more eyes, his arms and legs split until he had eight new hard chitin covered legs ending in claws that scrabbled at me uselessly, he grew fangs, his waist narrowed as his lower body grew and formed into a large abdomen, and the whole time he was shrinking, and finally I was looking at a small spider clinging to one of my fingers. I had changed him into a male black widow spider, just like the tattoo that had been on the back of his head when he was human. He waved his front legs around and I could sense his confusion and terror for the insect he had become retained its human mind and awareness. As he spun a strand of web I let him lower himself from my hand to the floor, and he skittered away under some wooden pallets. I could have easily squashed him, but I felt it was more of a punishment to let him live out the rest of his life as an insect, eating cockroaches and flies to survive, and maybe finding and mating with a female black widow and becoming her meal.
I had no idea I could to something like that; none at all, but I was most satisfied with the way things turned out, but I bet Spider wasn't. I searched his clothes and found a key for an apartment or hotel room, and looking closer I could see the name "Twin Towers Apts." engraved on the key. Excellent. One down, one to go, and the night was young.
No one said anything as I left, but a few eyebrows were raised. I'll bet they didn't know what to think when they found Spiders clothes, but no Spider. That is unless anyone saw the new web in the corner of the ceiling with a small spider waving his legs for help. I hoped he'd live out his full human life span before my Mistress claimed his soul, or maybe fifty or sixty years as a spider would buy him forgiveness if insects can repent, but not from me.
The "Twin Towers" apartment complex was your typical low life dump. The place had been cheap when new, and nothing had been done to keep it up over the years. Only the most down and out or criminals lived there, with maybe a few older retirees thrown in who couldn't afford any better. The key was for an apartment way in the back, and as I approached it the lights were on and I could hear a Mexican radio station blaring loud Latino music, nice and loud, good. I let myself in, and a voice called from somewhere in the apartment.
"Hey Spider, es temprano. ¿ya vende?"
"Sorry Blade, I replied, I'm afraid Spider is busy being a spider, so I came instead."
He came running into the front room, and as his name implied he preferred to use a blade, so I held my arm up as the machete came flashing down, and the blade snapped off and went clattering across the floor. My shirt sleeve was ripped but my skin wasn't even scratched, I never even felt a thing.
"Now that wasn't very nice Blade; or should I say Enrique, that's no way to treat a guest."
"Man, who the fuck are you, he yelled, how'd you get that key?"
"Oh, I got it from Spider. I replied, he doesn't need it anymore."
"Aw man, he said, did you off him?"
"Not exactly, I replied, but if anyone sprays him with Off I don't think he'll like it much. Hiss, hiss, hiss."
"Man, you lisping MoFo, you don know who you messing with. My homies goin to mess you up!" He snarled at me.
"Oh, but I know all about you Enrique, more then you know yourself. I know every little rotten thing you've ever done, but I'm here to make you pay for one in particular you insignificant little fly speck."
"Man, whatcha you talken about, he said, who are you anyway, you a cop?"
"Why does everyone want to know if I'm a cop? I asked. Oh, and I'm not a man either, at least not anymore."
"What the fuck you mean you ain't a man, he replied, you sure ain't no girl unless you're a bull dyke or something."
So I took off my glasses and shifted to my true form; my clothes tearing to tatters in the process, and showed him. You should have seen the look on his face, it was priceless. Such pure, utter, terror! All his arrogance disappeared in a flash, and then I took my revenge, and it wasn't pretty.
He screamed and begged at first, then only made gurgling mewling sounds after I got annoyed and ripped out his tongue. But before that he gave me some useful information, I told him if he told me where I could find certain of his "homies" I'd spare him. He told me what I wanted to know, but I lied. I had no intention of sparing him anything. I took my time and enjoyed myself, and I fed as I was starving. I didn't consider it cannibalism since I wasn't human. I used my powers to keep him alive for a very long time, much longer then he would have normally lived after what I did to him, and finally I grabbed his stinking soul and threw it through the portal that opened to receive it, a one way trip straight to Hell. Do not pass Go, Do not collect $100. Again I felt my Mistress's approval, and was pleased.
I finished my meal, crushing his pelvis bone between my jaws as I swallowed it. Despite my large meal my stomach didn't bulge at all. The only thing I left behind was a stain on the floor and a perfect human skin hanging on a hanger in the closet; I had even skinned his penis. I'm sure they were able to ID him from the tattoos.
Then I flew home. I felt no remorse about what I had done. I was no longer capable of that feeling, and the sad thing was I knew it and didn't care. And more of my humanity died with Enrique. After I arrived back home and shifted to my human form it was a little less human, with more scales and a longer tail. I showered to remove what little blood I hadn't licked off, and went to bed with a smile on my face as I clutched the Barney doll I'd bought for my unborn son. I figured I'd take a few days off and pay Madame Marian a visit. I felt a stirring in my vent, yes, that would be very nice. I had fed, now I wished to mate.
The End
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