“Valdese Accounting, how may I assist you?” He answered the phone in his bogus, pitiful work voice. He detested the voice. This was the voice of an ass kisser. There was no better way to acknowledge defeat and at the same time totally empower those listening on the other end. It was bubbly and pleasing to hear…not to him though. To speak like this made him want to run to the nearest window and swan dive out onto the pavement below; splatter his stupid fucking head all over the street below.
“Yeah, I got this bill in the mail from the Caldwell Community Hospital. The bill here states I owe one thousand and twenty-three dollars. My question is, are you out of your fucking mind?”
This is what his life had boiled down to. All honors in high school, no criminal record, and a college degree to top it off; and now this was his life. Every day he woke up from a restless sleep, drank cheap instant coffee and swallowed empty calories. He then drove from Hickory, a place which kind of resembled modern existence (at least there was a Starbucks) and made his way to the little shit hole called Valdese. This town was the spunk from a redneck’s cock that dripped down when he pulled it out of his sheep’s ass. This was a hick haven and he constantly had to deal with their verbal, unintelligent, assaults.
“Let me look into this sir.” He typed into the computer data base. “It looks here that you were treated for a laceration of the left thumb.”
“You guys gave me a shot and a Band-Aid. How the fuck does that cost one thousand and twenty-three dollars? How about I lacerate your throat?”
And this would go on back and forth. This was his lot in life, he was a whipping post. He was a bitch boy. Scott Blakey wasn’t a collector of debts; he was an outlet for the community.
Does your life suck and you need someone to yell at? Then call none other than Scott Blakey. Call now and for a limited time you can unleash a verbal assault. The smaller you make him feel, the bigger you feel. Call today before this limited time offer expires and Mr. Blakey takes his 9mm pistol and blows his fucking brains out!
It was all a waiting game until five o’clock. Once five came he would punch out and make his way to his 1993 piece of shit Honda Accord. He would sit inside and grip the steering wheel. The plastic smiles would prance past him to continue on with their soulless existence in a plastic American society. He would act the part and wave. He fucking hated his coworkers but it was ok he would tell himself…he was off to see Kappy.
Kappy was a smut peddler. He wasn’t just a smut peddler; he was the fucking messiah of it. He operated right next to a Baptist church. The whole arrangement was poetic and beautiful. Redemption was sold right next to the wildest pornography in the world. Come pray to Jesus and on your way home pick up this month’s issue of “Teen Twats”.
Looking for tranny midgets with giant cocks…Kappy has it!
Fat woman, femdom, and face sitters…Kappy has it!
Crack whores sucking off for a rock…Kappy has it!
He has it all; from bestiality to pedophilia, to necrophilia mags, scat reels and genital torture flicks. If Kappy don’t sell it, than it isn’t worth a shit.
Have you ever seen a woman’s labia nailed to a wood board? How about shit covered midgets blowing loads in the face of an eighty year old woman? Ever see a crack whore swallow a gallon of Donkey cum. No? Well go see Kappy, because he has it.
He had seen it all. Scott has exposed himself to every depraved sexual fetish on earth. Some did it for him, others didn’t, but recently he was running into a problem. It was actually more of a crisis. The thing was, the very fabric which held this perverted little world together was about to tear. The old glory days of excitement were fading. He didn’t feel the spark from looking at the forbidden worlds anymore. He was losing the thrill. It was beginning to resemble his job…routine.
The thrill is all he had. Without the thrill he would lose his mind to the boring world of the mundane.
He…needed more. If Kappy couldn’t help he knew he was done for.
The store was hidden, accessed by a side entrance beneath an old antique store. Within the low light atmosphere there were rows of the stuff that would make the average Joe vomit. Sketchy people of all kinds browsed here. He saw sex offenders, construction workers, doctors, dentists and even priests. There was an unwritten rule at these kinds of places; no one talks. To tell non porn addicts of another man’s addiction would ban you from the porn underground. This was punishment enough, because your average porn addict can only find so many places to get his DVD copies of corpse porn.
Kappy was a fat, greasy old Jew stereotype. Years ago, when the cocaine got him in trouble, he found his way from Yonkers to North Carolina. He decided to set up shop and found that there was so much demand in the south that he had no need to return to New York.
“Scotty my brother, how have you been?” He asked. Kappy was the Santa Clause of the porn underground
“Got off work…could use something new.”
“Well I got a nice 8mm reel of a local girl getting gang raped by farm boys.”
“Eh…looking for something new.”
“I get it; the rape porn is no longer fresh. What you need is a new avenue to explore. Are you interested in kids? I got a couple magazines of little girls and boys. Soul kissing and, eh, you know what else. If that’s too young I got the tween thing too. Not quite kids but no quite teens.”
“Na, I never got into pedophilia. It makes me sick to be honest.” This obviously offended Kappy who shot a warning look at Scott.
“Says the man who watches rape fantasy; to each their own I suppose. Well I got a fresh new necrophilia reel, but it is in 16mm.” He looks down as he thinks. Suddenly he shoots up with excitement. “Oh I got a great VHS tape of a woman getting fucked by a monkey of some sort. You got to see the dick on this thing, real sick shit. I bet he tore that bitch all up.”
“Na…I think I exhausted all my options Kappy. I think I explored all the porn I can. I think the time has come to move on; find the next big thing.” Kappy looked disappointingly at his loyal customer, but he understood his pain. It happened to him once or twice.
“No, don’t say that. I’m sure good old Kappy can dig something up. Wait a minute.” His eyes widened as he rushed to a box in the rear of the swap. Scott followed him, feeling his curiosity grow, but he didn’t have much hope. “It’s in here. I know it; here!”
Scott pulled a leather book from the box. It was red; ancient and filthy looking. Scott couldn’t even understand how this book hadn’t disintegrated in Kappy’s hand. He held it up to his mouth and blew off the thin layer of grime. On the front cover was a weird symbol made up of lines and arrows.
“What the fuck is this? I’m not into erotica; sex novels don’t do it for me.”
“This isn’t erotica, its rotting erotica. This is a foul work of art dating back to 1430’s…or some shit. Some magician wrote it. It is a grimoire for sexual gratification.”
“Sex magic? You got to be kidding me. You don’t even know who wrote it.”
“Listen man, I’m a porn dealer not an occultists.” Kappy leaned in as his eyes wandered to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “This is some serious shit. I’m not lying to you.”
“What the fuck is it?”
“Have you ever heard of Popo Bawa?”
“No, what the fuck is that? Sounds like a cartoon character.”
“Hardly; he’s a Swahili demon known for his sexual assault. He was known for sodomizing both men and woman. Popo Bawa is a sex demon and this book speaks of another sex demon; a female known simply as Oza. She is the beautiful rotting whore. She comes to you and will fuck you, reinvent what you define as sex. This, my longtime friend, is the pinnacle. Do not give up on porn without trying this first.”
“Are you serious? Listen man I don’t believe in that shit. If you don’t have some good fuck films or spank mags to offer I guess I’ll just get going.”
“I am telling you from experience Scott.” Kappy reached out his chubby little hand and grasped Scott by the arm. His eyes were wild as he looked at him hard. “I have done the ritual.”
“You’ve done it?” He asked, trying desperately not to roll his eyes.
“I’m inviting you to join me during the ritual. If nothing happens you can write me off as insane…but if I’m right?”
“If you’re right I’ll fuck a demon?”
“Man, I know it’s some crazy shit to swallow; seeing is believing.” He had to admit, Kappy was a salesman and he talked him up.
“Ok, let’s fuck a demon. What do I need to bring? Lubricant, lingerie, dildos; help me out here man I never fucked fire pussy.”
“Listen to you, ya fuck. Here I am trying to help and all you can do is be a smart ass. What we need is a woman. Anyone will do.” A woman; he sensed a scam.
“I’m telling you man, this better not be some cheap role playing bullshit.”
“It’s not man. Just be here tomorrow at six; and bring a bitch!”
That night Scott’s head was full of confusion. Was Kappy insane? How sane do you have to be to get into the smut business in the first place? But this was just out of this world. Still…he couldn’t deny the excitement he was beginning to feel.
That night he didn’t sleep a wink, instead he just stayed up all night wondering what sex with a demon would be like.
“Valdese Accounting, how may I help you?” The man on the other end was yelling about money and bills and a free county. He called Scott a fagot, a fuck head, an asshole; but Scott didn’t hear him.
“Ok sir, call again anytime.” He was distracted. He thought about his meeting tonight.
“Scott are you ok?” It was Brenda. She was the office rat, some little nympho bitch every swinging dick in the building has broken open at least once. She was attractive in a weird way; a thin and pale little sex twig. Who was he kidding, not a soul would look at her if she wasn’t so good in bed. Just then he remembered Kappy. He needed a woman.
“I’m fine now that you’re here.” He said. She smiled at him flirtatiously. This was going to be easy. “Listen I got this party I’m going to after work. I’ll be meeting at a friend’s house beforehand; would you be interested?”
“Yeah, I got nothing to do tonight, why not?” This was too easy.
“Great, pick you up at five thirty.”
Scott pulled into Kappy’s driveway. Kappy was already outside waiting for them. He helped Brenda out of the car. She was wearing a long, flowing red dress and her hair was done up.
“Holy shit, get a load of you gorgeous, where you two headed?”
“I thought we were going to a party.” Brenda stated as she quickly shot a look back at Scott.
“Oh, I’m just fucking with you, of course. I need to get dressed up still. You two feel free to come in and wait.” Kappy quickly recovered. He led the two of them to the basement level where all the pornography rows are. They continued on to a door that led to a second level of the basement he didn’t know existed. It was dark and no sooner did Kappy turn on the light did he see it was a ritual bedroom of sorts.
The floor was hardwood. In the center of the room was a bed with chains fastened to the bed posts. To the far corner of the room was an altar with the book Kappy had showed him earlier. Immediately Brenda shook her head.
“Listen Scott, I wish you had been just straight up with me. I normally wouldn’t mind fucking you and your friend but I’m on my goddamn period. I thought we were going to a party.”
“Calm down Brenda. It’s ok, trust me.” Scott said as Kappy locked a deadbolt. Scott looked up at him alarmed. “What the fuck are you doing Kap?”
“It is about to begin. Miss, please lay down on the bed.”
“I just said that…”Kappy slapped her hard across the face. She stumbled back and was lost in a mix of pain and excitement. She took a second to catch her breath and closed her eyes. “Ok, you woke me up. Tell your friend I like it rough but take it down a notch, almost chipped a goddamn tooth.”
“Shut the fuck up bitch and take your goddamn clothes off.” Kappy demanded. Again the jolt of excitement ran through her body and she felt per panties getting moist. Scott looked on with confusion and terror. Was Kappy really this insane?
“Yes master.” With a seductive smile she made her way to the bed. Once at the edge she slid the red dress down her body.Now she was wearing nothing but a black bra and panties. She slid the panties down her long legs before unhinging her bra. She turned toward the men and smiled. “Are you going to chain me up master?”
“Yes. Lay down.”
“Kappy, what the fuck’s going on?” Scott was getting impatient.
“Scott, don’t break character. If you’re going to have this attitude you can meet us upstairs and wait for us to get done playing.”
Kappy made his way over to the woman and began securing the restraints. Scott shook his head in disappointment. This seemed to all be a ploy so Kappy could get off on some weird fetish. There was nothing here for him. He wanted to go.
“The ritual begins.” Kappy said as he walked toward the table with the book. Brenda put up a little struggle as she played along.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I promise to do anything you want master.”
“By Samigina, by Vassago and to the endless chaos of Sitra Ahra shall I venture. Let my voice transcend the barrier; let my desires no longer be denied. Dark lord, oh he who dwells in the Gallery. By the anti-cosmic gods I call thee forth, oh beautiful demon. I call you Oza, and offer this sacrifice.”
“Sacrifice, Oh come on Kappy this is getting a little ridiculous now.” Brenda said as she rolled her eyes.
“By fire, by blood, I offer this woman to you oh great demon. Oza, materialize in the flesh from the realm of spirits. I demand you stand before me and take this sacrifice!” Kappy let this last word ring out. For a second nothing happened. Scott shook his head and Brenda laughed.
“So where the fuck is this demon?” No sooner had she finished her sentence the lights began to flicker. Brenda laughed even harder. “Nice theatrics Kappy.”
In the far corner of the chamber the candles suddenly lit all at once. The flames were normal at first but quickly turned to a deep blue color. The temperature of the room dropped so rapidly Scott could now see his breath.
“Seriously guys, occult fetishism is so 1970’s.” She teased. Scott couldn’t talk. He watched as a thin layer of frost suddenly crystallized over the ceiling and walls. This obviously got Brenda’s attention as well. “Ok Kappy. How the fuck did you do that?”
“What’s happening?” Scot finally managed to get out.
“She’s here.” He replied with a smile.
“Fuck this shit, let me go!” Brenda shrieked as terror set in. Desperately she struggled. This was no longer the playful tugging of the chains, but a desperate attempt toward self-preservation. Scott watched as her face twisted and she cried out; then he saw why she was acting like this.
The demon’s face was a patchwork of blue, rotting flesh. Her eyes sat in their sockets like mounds of jelly surrounded by maggots. Her lower jaw was missing so much meat that all one could see was a bone. Her teeth glistened through the holes in her cheeks. Her hair hung in long black strands and ran down her nude, decaying body. Her breasts were ample, veiny and blue. A massive hole in her abdomen revealed her decomposed organs, which were blackened and oozing a viscous green fluid. Like a wild animal she snapped at the air with her teeth as her thin, skeletal corpse body drunkenly walked closer to Brenda.
“What the fuck is that? Get that thing away from me. Scott please let me free.” Brenda cried out as she screamed on the top of her lungs. “Oh Lord Jesus Christ; please save me.”
“My whore.” The beast screamed in a voice which sounded dreadful; full of distortion. Oza jumped up onto the bed and now straddled the screaming nude girl. She cried out and begged to be let free. “Don’t cry little slut. This won’t take long.”
The demon bent down at a squat as if attempting to urinate. The demon screamed as she struggled to push. She looked like a rotting corpse trying to give birth. Suddenly a fang slid out of her vagina. The nail continued to slide out from her rotting slit. Six inches and then what followed was the pink colored earthworm looking tentacle it was connected to. It fell out and rose above her head as a sort of vaginal tail. Suddenly the fang split in half, revealing a mouth full of teeth. The vaginal tentacle screamed as it suddenly darted into Brenda’s vagina.
Brenda immediately ceased all movement and became stiff. The tentacle slid deeper into her body. Brenda began to moan. To Scott it sounded like she was getting off.
“That’s right my little whore.” The monster hissed. Blood began to spill from Brenda’s mouth. Oza salivated as she continued to jam the tentacle deeper into her sacrifice. There was a sucking sound, like a vacuum cleaner. Brenda’s body began to convulse as blood gushed from her mouth like a busted water pipe.
Brenda’s body began to deteriorate. Her face rotted away. Sinew and bone were now visible She continued to convulse. Every vein in her body blackened with death as her organs burst within her, almost like a bag of popcorn in a microwave. Oza laughed as the vaginal feeding tube sucked the life from Brenda’s body until all that was left was a lifeless skeleton.
The lights cut out.
Scott began to panic. There were what sounded like quick movements within the blackness, like a wild animal running free within the chamber. The contents of the altar fell over. There was the sound of heavy breathing and a heartbeat. Suddenly he heard Kappy screaming.
“No! Please don’t do this, please don’t…” His voice was cut short and all Scott could hear was gargling. He slowly walked backwards, trying to feel for the door. He needed to get out of here. Then he felt the breathing on the back of his neck.
It was warm and with it came an enchanting fragrance. Scott felt two hands run up and down his chest as they rubbed his abs. He felt a tongue running down his neck. He was terrified, but turned on.
Again he heard the sound of an animal smashing through the room and then there was a light. All around him was empty night. He was no longer on earth. There was no ceiling, no walls, and no floor. He was suspended in darkness completely naked. Standing before him was the most gorgeous sight he had ever laid his eyes upon.
Her face was human although her eyes were significantly larger than normal; resembling cartoon aliens from the fifties. Her small nose and thick lips sat on a perfect complexion of tanned skin. Her hair flowed like a black river down her body. From the sides of her head grew two massive red horns.
Her breasts were large and had the same flawless complexion as he face. Her thin, well-toned athletic body continued on until the hips. Here in her pelvic region was her trimmed pussy, which throbbed with moisture. Behind her hung a segmented tail the color of her flesh. The meaty thighs carried on to the hock. Below this was a bony shin that ended in a hoof.
She was flawless.
She leaned in and ran her forked tongue along his earlobe. Her hands ran up his naked body and across his pectoral muscles and over his shoulders. She draped her arms around his neck, pulling Scott’s face closer as she whispered into his ear. “You bring me a life and I redefine what you call pleasure.”
Suddenly Scott was lying down as Oza jumped up on top of him.
After what seemed like days Scott was back in the basement. The demon was gone. On the bed was the skeleton of Brenda and across the room, by the altar, was the skeleton of Kappy. Scott walked over to him and smiled.
“Well old friend, you were right. You made a believer out of me.” Scott leaned down and took the red book from Kappy’s skeletal hand. He looked down at his watch. It was 6:01. He had only been gone for one minute.
He got dressed and made his way back to his car. As he pulled onto the main street he felt a new confidence he never felt before. It was a happiness that he thought was impossible to achieve. He found a new addiction. Now he was off to satisfy his craving.
He needed another woman.