D, parked up the Land Rover with it's GASP logo up the side, Galloway & Ayrshire Sinister Pursuits next to the popular Gatehouse of Fleet pub, the meeting point for todays tour, his favourite one, "Demons and ghouls of the Galloway Hills", it involved visiting some of the darker, creepier parts of the hills and telling visitors of the evil and despicable acts that had happened in these places then setting up camp for the night in a special valley in the hills few ever wandered into, fewer left unscathed.
D's group today 4 young women, in their mid 30's. Young compared to D anyway, he'd been touring these hills for a very long time.
They eventually arrived, running a bit late as visitors to Galloway frequently are, underestimating the length and congestion of the roads in and out, but that helped keep it quiet, and despite this role in tourism, that suited D just fine.
They got the introductions under way, the girls were from Edinburgh, former university friends meeting up for a get together after a number of years of their lives diverging on different paths.
He took them in discretely as the introductions were done Helen, the organiser was blond, about 5'6" slim and athletic, very pretty, but petite with tiny tits. He had often found smaller breasted women had the most voracious sexual appetite, maybe higher testosterone caused smaller breasts and stronger urges, "who knows?" he thought to himself, an accountant in a top Edinburgh corporate law firm. One of those types who is so busy she needs to schedule everything, sex included.
Karen, who ran her own successful startup in IT was tall, almost 6' he'd guess. Deep red hair, sparkling blue eyes, a softer, more curvaceous figure than Helen, and what looked to be a spectacular pair of tits, nice and large, not stupidly so, there was a firmness to them. She had pale skin and a freckled face, which her walking top, with the undone zip collar, showed the freckles extended down her throat to her chest. D loved that, Karen was definitely one of his types.
Daisy, a languages teacher, the first of the two brunettes, her hair was very dark brown, and it matched her deep hazel eyes, and complimented her olive skin tone.
About 5'8" average build, she had a nice shape, a bit of curvature, decent looking tits, and a very good arse.
Last but not least, Elaine, a Mid level Investment Banker at one of the big Scottish Banks, also on the tall side, 5'9 or so, brown hair but with highlights running through it, strangely pale green eyes, they were striking, beautiful, and captivating in a way, the little scar or her upper lip almost adding rather than taking away. Her figure softer still than Karen's, not heavy, but voluptuous full breasts and a hint of a tummy.
As he shook each of their hands and introduced himself as "D" they felt a not unpleasant, warm, almost tingling sensation through their palms, like static without the shock.
"What's, D short for?" asked Daisy.
"If you can guess before we reach camp tonight I'll refund whoever guesses it's fee!" he goaded them, and was met with a barrage of "Dave, Daniel, Duncan, Donald, Derek, Dexter, Dustin, Desmond..." doing what they always did starting with the common ones then trying to think of the unusual. They wouldn't get it, no one would.
"I shall leave you to mull that over for a while" he said, pausing the guesses for now and start with the tour...
With a little menace in his deep Scots accent he began, "Galloway, or Gallowa' as locals say has a long and murderous history. Me and my kin' have walked these lands for hundreds o' years and we'll walk them for hundreds more"
Looking at Karen to his left and in the mirror he saw them all fully engrossed in what he had to say, his first enchantment, the handshake, already working.. good.
"Murder happened here before records, and the legend of some of that lives on, but some legends are born in truth, like the Sawney Bean clan in the late 1500's, early 1600's. We're too far away for me to show you the cave on the Ayrshire coast on our route today, but I remember it like yesterday, we'd send out the women and the bairns, to lure travelers to our cave, with promise of food, shelter or (wickedly) of something more carnal."
"Well, there was shelter and food aplenty, more than we could eat. For the caves were or shelter and the travelers were the food and oh how we gorged ourselves on both the meat and the blood of the dead, over a thousand in all over 25 years, and after every feast we shared in each others flesh. The bairns, could be fathered by any of us, we were all Bean and we shared all!"
The girls showed a little alarm at him talking in the first person, but they knew D was just playing the character... wasn't he?
"That all came to a end, when the growing number of missing travelers and growing rumours raised alarm and King James I sent a party of soldiers to hunt us. They were merciless, deliciously so, the men were pegged to the shoreline they bellies slit open, their living entrails pulled out and left to the rising tide." His hand subconsciously tracing a line across his stomach as he told his tale.
"As for the women and the bairns, they were thrown in a gully on the shore and were buried alive, the soldiers digging, one shovel full of soil after another, until the last of the Beans was erased, except me of course. Forty five died that day! I awoke the next day, still pegged to the beach, the tide had come and gone, the bodies of the other men, either washed away or being pecked by crows. My wounds healed, my pegs loosened by the waves, I left that place."
"Many believe that story to be just legend, but I was there, I ate the flesh, I drank the blood, I engorged myself in the carnal and I lay on the beach and I felt the knife."
"Then I got up and waled away, like I'd known I would the first day I met Sawney Bean and touched his hand for the first time. Just like that young Army officer held my hands and ankles down as they pegged me to the beach that day.. Lieutenant Douglas his name was "
"A thousand people" said Elaine, "God that gives me a chill! And you can tell a story I'll give you that D!... Dean?"
"Haha D chuckled, no, not Dean" D replied, lightening any tension the other girls might have been feeling. "Right, that's us here at our first stop, Caldons Wood, hop out and we can have a cup of I've made from local foraged plants. Then head on to the first site we're visiting today"
They all dismounted the Land Rover and D got out the flask he'd prepared earlier, filling up the 5 cups, and making sure to make a little skin contact as he handed each their cup. That warm sensation again, he saw a couple of them unconsciously stroking the skin where he had touched.