Double Gun Dealer Boxed Set

by Rue Volley

  “I am just driven as I would assume you are too and I came here to see you and to have you help me.” She said.

  “I doubt I am that known.”

  She pulled her hand back and waited for me to look at her so I did as the wind picked up and blew her hair back, exposing her jawline and entire face. I honestly don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful creature my entire life but to say it would appear as if I was a pervert and just trying to pick her up so I will shut the hell up and just allow her to speak for now.

  “I have a problem.”

  I looked her over as she looked back out across the park and wondered what the hell it could possibly be. She looked perfect actually, no scars, no wrinkles, her hands looked small and soft like manual labor had never occurred in her life.

  “What could possibly be…”

  She cut me off and looked back to me.

  “I am possessed,” she said and I raised an eyebrow and looked her over.

  “What?”

  “Possession, have you heard of it? I mean it has been on the books forever and I am possessed and I need it removed.”

  I took a breath and let it out as the wind picked up the changing leaves and blew them across the sidewalk and into the grassy area.

  “I have heard of it but I have never done anything like that.”

  She turned back to me. “But you expel things, such as spirits and this is just not in a house, it is in my body,” she said and I leaned in as her eyes glinted for a moment and then swirled in black. I blinked and they were back to normal, I mean as normal as a dark color can be.

  “I think perhaps you should consult a priest, I mean the Catholics do this sort of thing from what I hear.”

  She grabbed my arm and I looked at her as her eyes filled with tears and she appeared to be on the verge of crying. I tapped her hand and she looked down as I suddenly felt a strong need to at least try to help her. Why? I have no idea but it was almost as if saying no would be a death sentence to her and I cannot do that, not even to someone who appears to be a stranger to me.

  “I did, the man died.”

  I opened my mouth and then shook my head.

  “As in real dead?” I asked and she laughed and let me go.

  “Is there another death I am not aware of?”

  She tucked her arms into her coat as the wind kicked up and I stood up and held my arm hand out to her. She took it and stood up, looking my face over as I had already decided the answer to her question.

  “I will help you,” I said and just like that Izzy was in my life, and all be damned if I had any clue as to what I had just done.

  ****

  Izzy lay on my bed and I glanced at her as I pulled my bag of tricks and whatnots out and placed a cross on the dresser. I then grabbed my bag of salt and chalk, turning back to see her sitting up and staring at me. I smiled and nodded to her to lay back down and she did as she sighed and clenched her fists at her side.

  I stepped up to the bed and opened my bag of salt, I started to spill it out in a line around the bed and as I got to the end of the bed it scooted slightly in from of me, trembling a bit and settled back down. I ignored it, as I needed too. I have seen spooky things in my ghost hunting career. I mean no possession shit but I had read about it and seeing that I have seen other stuff I have to believe it can happen, but more than likely Izzy has issues that just need screamed out so I will help her the best I can here. I stopped and stood up as I completed the circle around the bed. Izzy turned her head to look at me and she grinned. I would have smiled back but it looked a bit odd so I stepped back and walked to my bag and pulled a book out that I had found in my travels that had what was supposed to have ritual things in it to expel unwanted demons. I had never even opened it up yet so the spine cracked as I opened it up and looked at the first page and sighed.

  “Demons and you!” it read and I shook my head and hoped this was not some bullshit I had purchased. Not the time to realize you got the wrong book right? I looked up to see Izzy crawling onto her knees and then she started to move her head back and forth, moving her long dark hair as she touched her neck with both hands and then they started to move down, I swallowed and then opened my mouth as her fingers found her buttons and started to undo them on her blouse.

  “Ahhh, okay,” I said as she giggled and I fingered through the book to find anything to start on. I found a chapter headed “Incantations to Kill the Beast”. I turned the page and an illustrated man stood there with his hand up and a terrified look on his face as a woman faced him in her underwear.

  “What the fuck?” I said as I started to read and suddenly it was clear, the “beast” was sexual urges. Fucking hell. I tossed the book down and Izzy stood up and took her blouse off and I stepped back. If anything, with her clothing on she was stunning, but as she undressed she was pure hellfire. She waved a hand to me as the wind kicked up in the room and I felt my feet slide a bit towards her.

  “Izzy, we just met,” I said as I looked around for anything to grab onto. Then she twisted her hand and my belt undid itself and slid out of the loops, flying across the room and cracking plaster in the wall. I swallowed hard hoping my dick was not next. I slowly rose my hands up and as my feet continued to slide. I suddenly stopped at the salt line and Izzy moved her hand and then again and then she sat down like a child about to throw a tantrum. I sighed as I realized the salt had her or whatever the fuck was in her, which I totally believe in now, held behind the salt line. Then she leaned over and grinned as she looked at the salt and glanced at me. She pursed her lips and blew as the wind kicked up again in the room, she laughed as the salt began to dissipate and break the circle I had built. Perhaps a lack of faith had not allowed me to make a line strong enough to hold whatever this was, and I have no one to blame but myself. I mean I have seen enough shit to know something is out there but for the most part, like I said before…people have problems and many times my jobs entails a crying woman on my shoulder and a kiss to mark what my true job is. I am an escort I guess, I escort women from one hellish mindset to another, as I never give them all of me. I have never been able too as I have always been alone. Life does not allow me to hang on to anything for very long….

  I stopped telling my story of Izzy out loud as a knock came to my door and I stood up, grabbing my two guns, walking to the door as if nothing mattered. I guess you could say that for the past few decades I have continuously gotten less careful, tempting fate to fucking do whatever it has planned. I cocked my guns and called out as I peeked out the peephole to see a small girl in a French maids outfit.

  “What?” I said and she looked up and grinned all cute and shit.

  “Housekeeping,” she said in a tiny voice and I sighed as I un-cocked my guns and placed them in the back of my pants against my skin. I opened the door up and grinned at her, as I looked her over.

  “I have some seriously dirty shit in here,” I said as she walked in and looked around the room. She suddenly pulled out a feather duster and pointed it at me as she giggled slightly.

  I grabbed behind me for my guns out of habit to quick movements and she walked up to me, licking her full lips and looking me over. She placed the feather duster to my chest and moved it slowly as I sighed and accepted her game. I mean I ordered her from the agency but I forgot. I figured I would get sucked and fucked and then have Frenchie for dessert. Don’t fucking judge me. I could fuck all day every day and never tire, I am immortal, I mean at least until I find her. She will be my rest, finally after all of the shit and killing. Frenchie dropped to her knees and pulled my hardened cock out, placing it to her lips as I looked up at the ceiling and saw the crack in the plaster taking me back to that fucking exorcism with Izzy….

  I had my legs spread, one foot planted on either side against the metal frame as the strong pull of whatever Izzy had in her was trying to force me up and onto the bed. I cried out as the power of the invisible tugging jerked me up and I slammed against the frame, spitting a bit of blood
out as it busted my lower lip.

  “Son of a bitch,” I muttered as my face pressed against the metal and then I felt it. One cold hand to my back and then another as fingers traced the large tattoo on my back of a pentagram. Izzy’s fingers sizzled a bit against the ink and she hissed but continued on as if she enjoyed the pain of it. I smiled as my face pressed even harder and my legs remained spread and all of my muscles tensed up so tightly they felt as if they would tear at any given moment. Then she leaned into my ear and with a voice that sounded as if it were two, she started to talk to me as if she owned me.

  “You want to believe but something in you is fearful of what you will see if you just open your eyes to the world.”

  I tried to shake my head but the invisible force of her power had me pinned in place.

  “The world is a shit hole and you just have to wade in muck,” I said with gritted teeth. My arms rose up and out as if I was being tied to the bedframe. Then my whole body flipped to place the pentagram away from Izzy as she stood there completely naked in front of me. I tried to not look but like I said before, she is stunning and made for me, if that makes sense to you. I mean we all have a fantasy that sits and festers in your mind and sometimes it is the go to you retrieve when jacking off or even when you are with someone else. For me it is Izzy and had been for as long as I could remember. A woman like her could fuck me into oblivion and I would happily allow it.

  “You are devoid of hope, this is good,” she said and with that she stepped up to me and I swear I could smell sulfur as she placed her lips to mine, the kiss was as sweet as any march towards death could be. I mean I assume she will kill me, or IT will kill me. I have no doubt it will devour me one way or another. I surrendered to her tongue as it parted my lips and found my mouth hungry and wanting her so badly.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed up onto me as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock which had been erect, I would assume, since the belt came flying off. Regardless of the fear this created in me, the thought of fucking her outweighed it by far. I opened my mouth slightly and she placed two fingers inside as she thrust forward and slammed into my pelvic bones with hers, then again and again as I moaned and she played with my tongue like a child. She tilted her head and fucked me slowly but jamming herself against me each time causing my cock to ache and my fist to clinch into balls.

  “Izzy,” I whispered and she stopped and hopped off of me, looking me over like an animal would. I wanted to move, to grab her and to throw her down and fuck her as hard as I could without worry, but she still had me pinned against the frame of the bed with some supernatural force I could not see.

  “She doesn’t love you,” she said, as she looked me over.

  “I never said I needed her too,” I answered and she placed her hand in front of her and I started to rise into the air. I flew backward and landed hard on the bed as she crawled up on me quickly and rested on my lap. I reached up to touch her face and her eyes darted and my hand flew back and metal from the bedframe wrapped my wrist, then the other, as if it was a tree vine. I cried out as I felt the pressure against my skin but she didn’t care one bit. She then stood up and then squatted down on my cock once again and rocked back and forth like she had no idea what to do really. I raised my head and looked at her.

  “I could properly fuck you if that is your intention here.”

  She stopped and allowed her magic to remove the metal from my wrists as I sat up and quickly rolled us over as I was still inside of her. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, holding on with one hand as I held her neck with my other and I thrust forward as her mouth opened and I saw her tongue was slightly black. I ignored it as I thrust against her again and then she started to react to me as if she may be human with a small moan which turned into something more as I held her there and fucked her harder. She then blinked, and her eyes lightened a bit as I thrust against her again and again. I let her wrists go as her legs wrapped me and I shoved myself as deeply into her as I could. She cried out and dug her fingernails into my back, breaking my skin and causing blood to run down it. She then brought her fingers to her mouth and smelled the blood as her hand shook and quickly placed them into her mouth, closing her eyes and relishing the flavor of my blood. I pulled her fingers away as I fucked her harder and kissed her mouth, forcing my tongue inside and it was then that I tasted it too…the taste of blood so overwhelming and it lit my senses on fire. I have no idea why, nor do I fucking care. I flipped her over and grabbed her ass, raising it up to me and placing my cock at the entrance to her pussy and she reached back and smeared more blood from her other hand onto her ass as I started to press forward. She reached up and pulled me out, guiding me to her ass and this was something I had never felt or even considered before, but I was not going to deny her in anyway regardless the fear I still had of what would come after this. So I placed my hand on her stomach and we both rose up a bit as I shoved my cock deep into her ass and she tried to cry out but nothing came. I could not speak either, as I had never felt anything quite like it as she tightened up and I was almost unable to do anything with fear of coming immediately. Then she moved slightly and I hid my face in her shoulder from behind, biting into her skin as she moved again and I tried to find a rhythm that would not make me insane. I gritted my teeth as she leaned forward and moved her hips from side to side and then backed into me, as I had no choice but to grab her ass and hope for the best. I don’t think I have ever felt anything as intense nor will I ever again. All worry of the possession left me as I started to move too, allowing the pleasure of the moment to consume me, as it should.

  “IZZY…” I started to cry out as I felt the orgasm working its way up my stomach and spreading out into my body reaching every corner. Her body trembled as she growled and ripped metal from the frame, bending it with little work on her end. I could not worry about it, she felt so amazing, everything about her was as if she had been built to be with me and just as I felt my cock start to release she came so hard she slammed her fists into the plaster and busted through to the nice couple next door trying to settle into their dinner. She hissed and screamed obscenities, tearing away the wall into a larger hole as the man stood up at the dinner table and ran to shield his wife from watching and listening to us, but he watched and I didn’t fucking care. I came so hard inside of her ass I almost felt as if I would pass out. She reached back and continued to thrust against me making me come for much longer than I ever had before.

  I fell backwards as she turned quickly and reached down, stroking me into a second orgasm almost as powerful as the first. My legs trembled and I gritted my teeth as this time. I did pass out and lay there like a complete fool ready to be eaten…

  ****

  I woke on my back, legs spread and my dick limp and cold as I heard voices, women actually…and they sounded so upset I sat up and then scratched my nether region as someone gasped. I slid from the bed and stretched out my sore muscles and then turned, bending over as I heard a thud and looked behind me to see a woman lying on my floor. I stood up quickly and saw the hole in the wall to the next apartment and then more people peer into my open doorway as a man ran to Mrs. Malory, who by all accounts had never seen nor thought of dick in her life and lived two doors down, with 6 cats and no husband to speak of. I grabbed a pillow and covered my dick as everyone stared me down.

  “What is on your back?” The man next door asked as he stepped in and placed his hands on his hips like he was in fucking charge of shit.

  “Tattoo,” I said as my voice cracked.

  “A what?”

  “Tattoo.”

  “Looks like something devilish,” his wife said from behind him and I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed as my pillow dropped and she cried out like someone pinched her. I then stood up without a care and mimicked her husband by placing my hands on my hips and people gasped as he stood there trying his very best to not look at my man bits, but I know he wants too. We all do, to size up the c
ompetition out there. He glanced and I leaned down and smiled as he did and he rolled his eyes in disgust.

  “I think you should move.”

  “When did it become your job to tell people who can live where?” I asked him and he waved his hand to the wall.

  “You busted a hole through the wall!”

  “Technically she did that, not me.”

  A girl who lived down the hallway with her Mother stepped in and stared at my junk, she had to be all of 17. I covered up and she giggled.

  “That hole is amazing!” she said as her Mom drug her out in protest, then the real police stepped in and I sat down knowing this would probably suck and I had no real reasoning to offer up except the truth.

  ****

  I sat in the station, handcuffed to the bench while I patiently awaited an interrogation of some sort. I was brought in on disorderly conduct and public indecency. I guess fucking a woman so well she busts a hole in your wall is illegal and shit. I guess I should wonder where that woman is, that woman being Izzy, who magically disappeared before I woke up from my sex induced coma she placed me in. I would be shitty, I mean anyone would be placed in this situation but honestly, as I sit here in the station and people stare at me as they walk by, all I can think of his her mouth and her moaning. Fuck.

  “Nicolas Vercosi.”

  I looked up and saw a man in a suit, it certainly was not the most expensive one but nice enough to pass for middle class. He lowered a clipboard and looked me over.

  “Nicolas.”

  I nodded and he glanced to an officer with the keys to my handcuffs and he undid them and I stood up as the officer placed my hands behind my back and re-cuffed me. I flexed my fingers and the man in a suit stepped up to me.

  “Come with me,” he said and he started to walk to the double doors. I watched him and felt the tap to my back as the officer to my left pushed me on. I started to walk and stepped into a long hallway that seemed a bit aesthetic in nature. As in hospital-like and I hate hospitals. I honestly do. They freak me out. My parents died in one and I just can’t…I can’t…