The Doomsday Papers

by JanJan Untamed

  “He told me not to come crawling back.” I moan in misery. “Where will I go when you get bored with me? What will I do?”

  Maximino kisses me, wipes my eyes, and whispers in my ear.

  “I don’t like him. You can stay with me, witch. I’ll take care of you now.”

  “How do I know you won’t kill me?”

  “I doubt if I could.” I can feel his smile against the soft skin of my throat. “I enjoy fucking you too much.” It’s hard to feel Judea’s hateful words when Maximino’s lips are on me. His eyes are the color of the thunderstorm raging inside of him.

  “I’ve never been a thrall before.”

  “I’ll teach you, don’t worry.”

  I want to be his thrall and it scares me. This was not supposed to happen. I was going to stay with my husband until he called me a whore. A man with three children the same age called me a whore. He doesn’t love me. Love doesn’t hurt like this. Yes, it does. Love hurts like death. Death hurts because of love. What a tragic circle. While I am climbing into the air being comforted by my new man, my husband is running after the plane screaming into the wind. He drops to his knees when he reaches the end of the runway sobbing my name into his hands. This is the part that I don’t see and it’s a good thing. I would have gone home with him and his wives.

  “Are you afraid?”

  “No.”

  “A human would be. It’s natural to be afraid.”

  “Why? How will you see new things or feel new feelings if you are always afraid? How will you defeat your enemies if you are afraid?”

  “Spoken like a true paladin.”

  “I was taught to be obedient, not, cowardly.”

  “Your church is a witch boot camp. They keep you broken, secluded, and pregnant. It isn’t a terrible idea.”

  “My husband has three wives.”

  “Did you all sleep together?”

  “No. We had separate bedrooms. He mostly slept with me.”

  “Did he ever fuck you at the same time?”

  I have the audacity to blush. After everything I’ve done, I’m blushing.

  “I will take that as a yes. How was it? Do you enjoy being with women?”

  “We were drinking. It was only once. We sucked his dick together and she licked me. I don’t want to be with him and other women. I want what he promised me.”

  “Stupid witch. Being thrall for human men is low, even for your kind.”

  “What will your family say when they see my kind?”

  “It’s best if we stay away from others like me at first. They will either kill you or bleed you. I don’t want you to end up in someone’s dungeon. You alone could feed an entire clan forever.”

  Judea looked handsome today. When he was cursing me, I wanted him to kiss me. I hoped and I prayed that he would grab me and kiss me and take me home. That’s all I really wanted. It’s all I ever wanted. He didn’t kiss me. He doesn’t want me. Maximino wants me. His hand reaches under my dress and slips inside my panties. I raise my bottom so his fingers can reach my pussy before I settle back down. Pussy is such a dirty word. Pussy. It used to mean cat. Now it means the hole that his finger is lodged in. I use so many dirty words. They best explain my new ways. I feel things when I am with Maximino. I feel things when I think about him. He says it’s because I am like him.

  His finger slips free of my body coming up wet. He sucks it clean before he tugs my panties down and away. He kneels in front of my seat and lifts my legs over his shoulders before he sticks his tongue inside of me. His tongue licks me expertly. Between the folds, in the creases, sucking, and devouring me with his sensual looking mouth. He has a chin out of a woman’s superhero dreams. Not feminine. Not too Batman. Just right. When I look into his eyes, I see a whole new world waiting for me. In the flashes of unnatural pastels and jewel tones. In the metallic gold and deepest dark, I see where he’s been. Flashes of his life play out like a movie.

  “How old are you?” I ask him.

  “Why? How old are you?” He doesn’t stop eating my pussy.

  “Twenty-four, I think. Twenty-five. I was the only one who ever counted.” Except Judea. He knows how old I am.

  “I’m pretty old.” Maximino sucks on my clit. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

  “I see things in your eyes. The colors make pictures if you look close enough. Maybe I’m crazy. I saw plague and famine. I saw war and death. I also saw peace and love. I saw mansions and fancy horses, lavish balls, and beautiful women. So many beautiful women. Sometimes the colors are the flash of a beautiful dress or the green-eyed lovers you are so fond of—”

  “I am partial to green eyes. My first love had green eyes.”

  “Why do I see the other colors in your eyes?”

  “Because you are a witch. You see everything. They aren’t pictures, you’re in my head.” Max leans my seat down flat. How many other women has he fucked like this? Did he love any of them? Did he like them more than me?

  “They weren’t you, witch. None of them were my thrall. Lie down.”

  I raise my arms to him and I pull him down on top of me. I offer up myself to this madness that we call us. I feel weak and he feels strong. Make love to me, Maximino. Do it hard. Let me have your blood. I want to taste you.

  “Open your mouth.”

  His teeth open a vein. I suck his blood while he pumps his big dick in and out of me. I suck and he fucks. He takes his wrist away and the holes fills in like magic.

  “I love the way you fuck me. I love the way I feel when I’m with you.” I don’t believe I’ve ever said it aloud to him before. It’s dirty. Common. He pins me down with the hand wrapped around my neck. I am his. He doesn’t say it. I can see it in his eyes and feel it with every thrust into me. I can’t breathe. I don’t need to. Max sticks his tongue in my mouth. My pussy squeezes his dick the way his hand is squeezing my throat. His thrusts quicken and his body tenses.

  “You’re so fucking wet. You wouldn’t be wet if you didn’t like being fucked like a whore.”

  I should be fighting him off. I should be struggling for breath. Instead, I cum while he watches me find Nirvana in his eyes. It leaks down my ass crack when he pulls out of me. Maximino uses it as lubrication to press open my puckered asshole. There is never any warning.

  “Maximino.” I gasp.

  “I can’t believe your husband never fucked you in the ass. Did he fuck his other wives in the ass?”

  “I don’t know.” I pant. “Yes, yes he did.”

  “He definitely did.”

  “It hurts.”

  “It only hurts going in. You like it.” Max strokes deep.

  “Maximino.” My voice changes. “This is so wrong.” I moan. He smiles.

  “You love it. Look how your pussy is leaking making your ass all wet for me. You were made for this, Kitten. You were made to enjoy.”

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  His fingers rub my wet clit and our tongues clash.

  “You are so fucking sexy, Dumani.”

  Sexy. He thinks I’m sexy. Maximino makes love to my ass like we are trying to make a baby in there. He’s rough but he’s kissing me like he we are together. He’s right. I do like it.

  “Do you like it when I fuck your ass.”

  “Maximino… Please, I can’t.”

  “You can’t what?” He demands. “Poor little church girl is too embarrassed to talk about me fucking her tight ass? Fuck that church. Say it.”

  “We don’t talk about certain shit, okay? I didn’t even know people fucked each other like that until last year!”

  “Say it, Dumani.” The hand around my throat tightens again. “You forget your position.”

  “I like it, damn it. I like it when you fuck my ass.”

  “Can I fuck your ass whenever I want?” Maximino asks softly. “Are you my witch?”

  “Yes.”

  “I love fucking your ass. But, not as much as I like fucking your pussy. I can fit my whole dick in there. I’ll get my who
le dick in here too eventually. Fuck me back. Fuck me like you want it.”

  I fuck him back. I fuck him back with my ass until he cum in me and I cum in his hand. Maximino stands up and walks away from me. I’m laying here with my dress hiked around my waist and cum leaking out of my throbbing behind. He returns with a towel and a stack of bedding. He pulls me to my feet and shoves the towel between my legs. I watch him recline all three seats back and the three in front. They make a leather bed. He lays a fat comforter down tossing the pillows at one end. He looks at me and jerks his head. I lay down with the towel still wedged against my bottom. He throws the second blanket over me.

  “Get some sleep, we have a long flight.”

  “I want you to lay down with me.”

  “No, you don’t.” Maximino assures me. “If I do, I’ll keep fucking you.”

  “I do, please.”

  My lover tosses his electrical device aside and lays down with me. He pulls the towel away replacing it with his hips. I feel him harden as he slides into my pussy. Maximino isn’t very nice. He chokes me. I left my husband for caning me but I stay with a beastie who chokes me? I enjoy it. I enjoy him. I love it when my arms and legs are wrapped around him and my face is buried in his shoulder when he makes love to me. Do we make love? Do we have to be in love to make love? I certainly don’t love him. Not after a few days. I can though. It will be easy if he treats me right. Will he break my heart like everyone else? Am I just a thrall? He raises up so that he can look down at me. Maximino doesn’t say anything. His blue eyes turn brown. They change from the brightest shades of gold to the darkest mahogany. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. My heart catches. That’s me. He is showing me myself through his eyes.

  The long flight is a girl’s dirty dream come true. The things he did to me are unmentionable. The things I did to him make me blush. We talk, eat and lay around like a couple. We watch TV and he paints my fingernails. I don’t ask who the polish belongs to. I don’t care. My nails have never been painted before and it feels more taboo than sleeping with him. He trims and paints my toenails too. The pink color makes me smile. His soft hands massage my not so soft feet. I stop him when he starts brushing my unruly hair. That’s not how you do it. Judea knows how to care for my hair. He was always the one to detangle and braid it for me.

  “Show me.”

  “Huh?”

  “Show me how to take care of your hair.” Maximino buries his fingers in the tangle. “No one is touching this hair but me.” He says giving it a tug. There’s something special about a lover’s fingers scratching your scalp. I imagine it’s why a cat arches it’s back when you pet it. I arch my back too and lay my head on his shoulder. He kisses my temple.

  “Do you think I’m too clingy?”

  “Yes.” His arm tightens around me. “Did your husband call you clingy?”

  “No. You did.” I remind him. “Would you like me more if I wasn’t so clingy? Would you want to be friends?”

  “It has nothing to do with liking you more. I like you as much as I am going to like any woman. I’m not the kind of man that a woman wants to fall in love with. I’m no good. I don’t want any commitments. I don’t want a partner.”

  “I didn’t want to be a thrall. I wanted to be a good wife but I turned out to be a whore instead.”

  “You are no whore. Not even close.”

  “The church would hang me before Sunday service and leave me to rot if they find out what I’ve done. Judea would never look at me again if he knew what we do in bed.”

  “At least the bastards stopped burning every woman with a blemish or a difference of opinion. Being attractive enough to tempt a man or having a birthmark was a burning offense in the old days. Humans never burned any real witches. I never understood it.”

  “How many witches did you kill, Maximino?”

  “Thousands.” He shrugs. “I stopped counting.”

  “Why?”

  “Why did I stop counting? I don’t want to remember the number when I settle down and raise a family.”

  “No, why did you kill them all? Were they all bad?”

  “All witches are bad. I killed them because it’s what I do and I am the best. We are taught from birth that you are a threat and to extinguish the threat.”

  “Why didn’t you kill me?”

  “I could never kill a woman that looks at me the way you do, Kitten. Fuck her maybe but not kill her. I can’t do it. You aren’t like the others. You don’t know what the hell you’re doing. You can’t even cast or use persuasion.”

  “Cast? What’s that?”

  “Use magic? Cast spells? Compel others to do what you want them to do?” He traces the fading scars on my breasts. “You know, witch shit.”

  “I can’t do any of that. My mother never cast any spells either. She is a quiet woman.”

  “Two witches together should set off alarms. How are the humans hiding you?”

  “We live on consecrated ground. Our town was there before it was a state.”

  “It took a powerful priest or shaman to put up that kind of defense. It makes me nervous. You don’t speak like other people. Your word usage is from not being normal humans to learn how they communicate. The odd cadence of your voice is from not speaking for long periods of time. The church kept you quiet and weak so you wouldn’t figure it out and turn on them. They kept you like a trained bear.”

  “I would never do harm to the church.”

  “Witches are unpredictable. You never know what the fuck they are going to do from one minute to the next. I hunted witches who were perfect angels to their unsuspecting humans but killed every man they fucked or killed women to seduce their husbands. I hunted one who was going around killing men with light hair because they reminded her of the witch hunter. They are fucking crazy. Your church probably had a bad experience with one of your ancestors and didn’t want to take any more chances. How many of your mother’s relatives are living?”

  “Not many. Just us. My mother is an only child and I am an only child.”

  “That’s odd. Witches can live forever if they are taken care of properly. The ones hiding and scraping by with the humans don’t live long. But, if they are holed up in a church compound on sacred ground, what threats could they face? What happened to them?”

  They were hanged. I don’t have to roll up in the Scooby-Doo van to solve that mystery. They left the church and paid the price. The faraway look in my mother’s eyes makes sense now. What if there is a Maximino out there waiting for her? What if he’s my father? I wipe my eyes with my hands. What if he’s looking for her? My heart goes out to her.

  “If the humans hadn’t spread their pestilence, you would still be living your fucked-up church life like a pretend human in peace. It was just a matter of time before they killed themselves off, the money hungry morons fuck up everything and their extinction is good for the planet. The fuckers are fertilizer now and their bodies won’t be drilled for fossil fuel.”

  “I needed to know the truth. It explains things that I never even questioned.”

  “You are a sweet girl, Dumani. Especially for a witch. You have a good heart.”

  “Do you really think I’m still good after everything I’ve done?”

  “The things that you did to survive will never compare to the shit those twisted fuckers did to you. What you do with me is our business. Your husband doesn’t deserve you and Gavin didn’t know what to do with you. Fortunately for you, I do. You will be a happy thrall.”

  “Why can’t you be my boyfriend instead? My husband set me aside. We are both alone.”

  “I don’t know the first thing about being someone’s boyfriend, Kitten.”

  “You’re doing okay so far.” I say softly. Maximino’s eyes are sad when he smiles at me.

  “You have to buckle in, we’re landing.” The conversation is over.

  “I see people, and cars driving around. What’s going on?”

  “Most countries turn away American refugees. T
he one’s who took them in are dead. You’ll love it here. I’ll take you to dinner and the opera. We have to get you some decent clothing first. I’ve never had a girlfriend but if I did, she wouldn’t dress like you. I can’t take you out with me dressed like a pilgrim.”

  “My dress is well made.” I say stiffly.

  “It’s also ugly, ill-fitting, and outdated. You are a young woman and you should dress like one. My grandmother had more style than you do.”

  “I’m sorry I’m not pretty and stylish like your other women.”

  “Shut up, Dumani. I said that you need clothes not a new face. We can do a little shopping before we go in for the night.”

  “I don’t buy clothes from stores. I’ve never been shopping before. I don’t shop.”

  “You do now, Kitten.”

  I’m surprised when I see the fancy yellow sports car waiting for us. The door lifts into the air like a bird’s wing. Maximino helps me in before closing it and walking around to duck his long frame in the car. I feel like we’re sitting on the ground. Why is it so flat? The car takes off so fast that my head snaps back. Jesus. He drives like a crazy person. I’m relieved when he finally stops. I’m scared to death and he is grinning. Maximino hops out and closes his door before jogging around and opening mine. He takes my hand.

  “You drive like shit.” I tell him stepping out of the car.