NecroWitch

by Tim Miller

  NecroWitch

  Tim Miller

  Copyright © 2016 Tim Miller

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  Cover Model: Dominique Skye

  Cover photo edited by Paco Leyva

  Chapter 1

  “Holy fuck that feels good!” the man said as Sable Reyes stood over him. The man was Ted, one of her clients. He lay strapped to the bed as she slowly pumped up the butt plug. This was an item she’d made herself. It was just a long tube with a thick rubber attachment on the end that acted as a balloon. She’d inserted the deflated attachment into his asshole and begun pumping away.

  Ted was a bit of a freak. The guy was a school teacher during his day job. Unlike many of her clients, he had no problem spilling his guts to her. He was married, had three kids and one more on the way. His wife had always been extremely vanilla. Over the years, he had tried sharing some of his exotic appetites with her, only to be met with revulsion. After a few tries, he’d given up. That was when he’d looked up Sable and found her through her website. Sable was a full-service dominatrix. Her level of intensity was totally up to the client.

  Some clients just wanted a hand job. Those weren’t her favorite, but she’d do it. Anyway, her schedule had gotten so full it’d led to a substantial rate increase. As a result, she didn’t get as many simple requests, except a few here and there from long time clients. She was worth it, and they knew it and paid up. She had a few couples who came in and she’d coach the girl in her own dominatrix training. Those sessions were a lot of fun and paid really well.

  Then there were guys like Ted. Ted enjoyed being humiliated and having things shoved up his ass. Some days she’d make him wear a diaper and crawl around following her saying “yes mommy.” If he was good, she’d let him suckle from her breast. In recent weeks, she had inserted cucumbers in his ass, jalapenos, tampons, dildos and even a gerbil, but the last had scratched him too much so she’d had to pull it out. The butt plug pump was new but was working perfectly.

  Her outfit was her standard uniform. Full leather corset, with her breasts exposed. Her body was curvy. Some might call her full figured, but she didn’t care. Her clients loved her body and most importantly, she loved her body so that was that.

  “Ok, I think that’s good,” he said as she continued pumping. After a few more pumps. “Ok. That’s good. That’s enough! Ow!”

  “Enough? Is it?”

  “Ow! Fuck! Shit! Oh yeah! Pickle! Pickle!”

  Pickle was his chosen safe word. She stopped pumping and let the air out of the device before removing it. She walked to the corner and dropped it into a bucket of bleach. She’d rinse it off later.

  “Can you finish me off?” Ted asked gesturing toward the center of his body with his head. She looked and saw he had a raging hard-on.

  “No,” she said as undid his straps. “Time is up.”

  “Oh man! Can I pay for another hour?”

  “Not today hun. I got an appointment after this.”

  “Aw fuck. Can I just finish it myself?”

  “Go for it. Just make it quick.”

  Once his hand was free he began playing with his boner as she undid his feet and moved around her apartment picking up clothes and other tools she hadn’t put away throughout the day. Behind her, she could hear the smack! Smack! Smacking sound of Ted beating his meat while he grunted. With a loud grunt and moan, he climaxed just as she removed her corset and pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Without looking at him, she tossed him a towel and went into the bathroom to wash off her excess makeup.

  When Ted finished like this at the end, she didn’t want to give him any additional attention. For one thing, his time was up but also, he’d find a way to drag things out indefinitely if she didn’t just cut him off. When she went back in, Ted was getting dressed and digging into his wallet. He took out a handful of hundreds and handed them to her.

  “Here you go, Sable. Thank you again.”

  “You bet.”

  Once he was gone she waited a few minutes before grabbing her duffel bag and leaving herself. There had been a few times a client had tried to follow her. While none of them scared her, she still valued her privacy. She put an end to that really fast. She walked to the corner where a black Escalade pulled up and a man climbed out and opened the door.

  “You’re on time today,” he said.

  “Yeah. I’m working on it.”

  He said nothing during the length of the drive. She didn’t even know the guy’s name, even though he was the same one who picked her up each time. It had been a couple months since they’d last asked for her services. She was starting to think they’d gone soft. They arrived at the house and pulled around to the alley in back. The house was a rundown home on the city’s east side. The owner lived in a much nicer place but owned dozens of houses just like this one. Much lower profile for meetings, plus he wouldn’t mess up his own living room.

  They walked inside where Santiago Esteban was waiting. He was one of the top dogs for a cartel. She wasn’t sure which one and didn’t want to know. How they’d found each other was a strange story. He’d been a former client when he discovered her gift. Despite her reluctance, he was able to talk her into working for him. The amount he paid was insane. More than she made from her usual work in a month. Except his jobs weren’t as regular, though they could be. She chose not to work for him full time, despite his offers. The last thing she wanted was to be bogged down with a full-time job and full-time boss. Not to mention she enjoyed being a dominatrix. This job, not so much.

  When she stepped into the room, Santiago was standing in the center of the room next to a table with a body bag resting on top. Esteban wore a suit, with his shiny black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and smiled as she stepped inside.

  “Sable! So nice seeing you again. It’s been awhile. You never call,” he said.

  “You got my number. Schedule a session if you miss me.”

  He laughed and looked at one of his goons standing nearby.

  “God, I fuckin’ love this girl.”

  “This is the one I take it?” she said, pointing at the body.

  “You see any other dead guys in here?”

  “Unless you want to off your buddy there and have me work on him. You’ve done that before.”

  The smile vanished from the goon’s face as he looked stunned at Sebastian, who was laughing.

  “That was crazy! Also a unique situation. So no, I won’t be killing Jose today.”

  She set her bag down, unzipped the body bag, and pulled it open. Bending down, she dug through her bag, took out her switchblade and opened the blade, inserted it into the dead man’s stomach, and cut him open from his navel to his ribs. Putting the blade aside, she pulled the incision open and pulled out his intestines. She held them in her hand and closed her eyes. After a minute, the dead man’s eyes shot open as he gasped for air.

  “Oh my God!” the man said looking around. “Who are you? What are you doing to me? Fuck, that hurts! My God! Please stop hurting me! I was just about to cross over. Let me go back! Let me go back!”

  “Shut up,” she said. “I need some information from you. Give me what I need and I’ll stop and you can cross. Don’t tell me and I’ll make this hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And when I’m done, I can send you straight to hell. You choose.”
/>   Chapter 2

  Henry J. Thomas stood in the warehouse repeatedly checking the time. Spider was late. He hated fucking Spider. He mostly hated anyone who called themselves Spider. In his years working the streets, he’d come across at least fifty guys named fucking Spider. They were as unimaginative as they were stupid. Henry owned a local pawn shop which he also used to fence stolen goods while dealing some drugs on the side.

  Spider was supposed to be there with some heroin a while ago. Henry was about to leave when the car pulled up. Spider came strolling inside with a couple of goons carrying a duffel bag. Spider stood looking at him as he ran his hand across his shaved head. Henry wasn’t impressed with the tough guy act. Not surprisingly, Spider happened to have a huge tattoo of a spider on his neck. Lately, he’d been growing more and more impatient dealing with these assholes and wanted nothing more than to break away from the cartel guys entirely. Except, he knew there was no walking away from these guys. Once you were in, you were in.

  Over the past few months, he’d looked at some different avenues, hoping to find a way out. So far he’d had no luck. Yet he’d recently discovered he had a special gift. So far, he hadn’t tried it out under duress. He first learned of it under a strange set of circumstances. He realized how useful it could be if he could harness it.

  “You’re late,” Henry said.

  “I don’t think so. You’re early.”

  “Right. So you have the stuff?”

  “Yeah I got it. But we got a problem,” Spider said.

  Henry rolled his eyes.

  “What problem is that?”

  “The price went up. You know, convenience fees.”

  “Convenience fees? Are you fucking shitting me?”

  “I’m afraid so. Twenty-five percent.”

  “Are you kidding me? You’re out of your fucking mind. You can shove your dope up your greasy fucking ass.”

  “You might want to watch how you talk to me.” Spider stood holding the bag, sticking his chest out with his head held high. Henry looked around to see his two goons with their hands in their jacket pockets. No doubt they each had a gun in that pocket.

  “Whatever man. I’m not paying no twenty-five percent. I think you been doing too much of your own dope.” Henry turned and walked away.

  “Hey! Where you think you’re going?”

  “I’m leaving.”

  “I don’t think so.” His goons stepped forward and drew their guns. Henry turned and looked as they all glared at him. “We got us an agreement. You stick to the agreement!”

  “Yeah, we agreed to a price.”

  “I set the price. You pay the price. That’s how this works. Or my boys here shoot your nuts off.”

  Henry looked around, assessing the situation. He was already paying out the ass for the drugs. Let alone adding another twenty-five percent on top of the already exorbitant price. He could barely afford it as it was. Paying that much more would put him out of business in a hurry.

  “So you gonna pay?”

  Henry took a step forward and looked at the gunman closest to him. It only took a single glance into the man’s eyes and instantly he knew.

  “Hey there, Julian is it? That’s your name?” Henry asked the gunman.

  “Man don’t you be saying my fuckin’ name! How the fuck you know that?”

  “Wow. Your dad used to beat the shit out of you really good, huh?”

  “What did you just say?”

  Henry took a step closer as the other two men looked on.

  “Your dad. Shoved a curling iron up your ass when you were only six. Man, that’s harsh. I bet you still don’t shit right.”

  “Man! I’m about to pop you right now!”

  Henry held up his hand as the man’s eyes grew wide while the gun shook in his hand.

  “I don’t think you’ll do that.”

  “What are you doing to me?” The thug said as he dropped the gun and fell to his knees.

  “All your pain and suffering, and trust me there is a lot you’ve suffered.” Henry twisted his hand around as he spoke, holding his palm out at Julian who was now crying. “Let’s just say I can put it all into a single mental bullet. All I need to do is read your thoughts for a few seconds, absorb all your pain.” He pulled his hand back and curled it into a fist. “Put it into a nice mental ball, and fire!” He thrust his fist into Julian’s direction. He let out a scream as he fell backward and blood sprayed from both ears.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Spider yelled. “Shoot his ass!”

  Henry turned and looked at both men, holding both hands up. Spider reached for his gun, but it fell to the floor as Henry thrust his fist in the air, knocking Spider back. The back of Spider’s head exploded as it bounced off the floor, brains oozing from both ears and the new opening in back. Henry looked up at the last gunman who held his hands out.

  “Hold on man! Hold on! Don’t shoot, or zap me, or whatever!” He bent down and set the gun on the floor. “I just work for these guys. I hate working for them. Let me work for you. Please? I got no beef with you.”

  “Why shouldn’t I kill you right now?”

  “I could have shot you, man. I had the drop on you, but I didn’t. I saw what you just did. I work for the cartel because they’re the baddest motherfuckers around. But that’s not true no more. You are. I want to work for you.”

  Henry took a moment to consider this. He hadn’t been sure this would work as well as it had. He had some exploring to do with this new ability.

  “Ok, good. Pick up your gun. You try and use it on me you know what will happen.”

  “I got it.”

  “You’re Jimmy right?”

  “Yeah. Jimmy. How’d you…oh right.”

  Henry picked up the bag of drugs and looked around.

  “Either of these clowns have any cash?”

  “Uhh, not that I know of? Spider might have some.”

  “Get it.”

  Jimmy bent down and dug through Spider’s pockets. There as a wad of cash in a money clip in one pocket. Jimmy removed it and tossed it to Henry. He removed the clip and opened it up. It was two hundred dollar bills with a stack of ones rolled up inside. Henry shook his head and stuffed it into his pocket as he looked around examining the bodies.

  “You got a knife on you?” Henry asked.

  “Uh, like a pocket knife. It’s a big one, but yeah. Why?”

  “Let me see it.”

  Jimmy removed the knife and flipped the blade open. It was a good sized, sharp knife with a four-inch blade. Henry nodded at Spider’s body.

  “Cut off their heads.”

  “What?” Jimmy asked.

  “Take the knife, and cut off their fucking heads.”

  “Why? What the hell, man?”

  “You want to test out my little trick? I can have your brain oozing out of your ears before you can lunge at me. So what will it be?”

  Jimmy looked at the bodies, shrugged, and knelt down to begin the process of severing Spider’s head. It took about twenty minutes with the small knife. It wasn’t as messy as Henry thought it would be, but since he was already dead, his blood wasn’t pumping. It just sort of oozed out of the fresh stump into a small puddle. Jimmy handed Spider’s head to Henry. Before taking the head, Henry undid his pants and slid them down. The whole incident had him oddly aroused for some reason. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his new power, or if it was just the excitement of having that kind of control. Either way, he had a raging boner that wouldn’t quit. During his less deadly practice sessions on his employees, there had been some level of arousal, but nothing like this.

  Henry took the head and slid his penis inside the stump. It was tight, warm, and squishy. Jimmy cringed as he watched Henry skull fucking Spider’s severed head.

  “What the fuck are you doing, man? What’s wrong with you?”

  Henry ignored him and kept pumping away as he grew harder and harder, feeling the gory tissue slapped against his crotch. Soon the pleas
ure overwhelmed him, and he ejaculated inside the head. His eyes rolled back into his head as he climaxed, squeezing off every drop of jizz inside Spider’s skull. Once he finished, he tossed it aside and looked at Jimmy.

  “Ok, now do the other one.”

  While Henry finished skull fucking the other head, Jimmy went into the corner and threw up. Once Henry was done, he pulled up his pants and walked over to Jimmy.

  “Ok, champ. Let’s get out of here. I think I’ll let you drive me.”

  “Sure, Mr. Thomas.” Thank God.

  They walked outside and climbed into Henry’s Jeep. It was ten years old but ran ok. If today was a sign of his luck changing, he’d be upgrading real soon.

  Chapter 3

  Sable sat across from Maria, playing with her salad. She wasn’t really eating it, more like stabbing it with her fork, over and over. She had changed out of her usual work clothes and now wore a gray hoodie and jeans. Much more comfortable to get around in. Maria had been her friend since school and was one of the few people who knew about both of Sable’s jobs. She still had on her scrubs from her nursing job.

  “I’m just not hungry,” Sable said.

  “I wouldn’t be either after handling some dead guy’s guts. You did wash your hands good right?”

  Sable held up her hands and waved them at Maria.

  “Yes, bitch! They’re clean! You see bloody chunks dripping into my salad?”

  “Might make it taste better.”

  “Then you eat it.” Sable picked out a crouton and threw it at her friend.

  “Don’t throw your shit at me! Damn!” Maria jumped up and flicked the bread chunk off her seat. “What’s with you anyway? You seem all down. Didn’t the job today pay that good?”

  “No. It paid great. I’m just worried about mom.”

  “Oh yeah. She doing bad again?”

  “That last round of chemo really fucked her up. She’s been so weak and tired.”

  “How many more times does she have to go back?”