The beginning of the following story is more rough and violent than the previous editions in this chain of events. The language is a lot more vulgar due to the fact that it is from the perspective of a different person than Jason. Iâm keeping it in the non-human section because of the succubi that are involved. If you are squeamish about beatings, assaults, gushing blood, or just being screwed to death before going to Hell, then you might not want to read this portion of the story. If not, then I hope you really do enjoy it.
Mac-C didnât have a very nice outlook toward women. They were put on this earth to do nothing more than serve men. Even his mother, that crack-whore bitch, wasnât any better. She gave him life and thatâs all he knew about her. That was all he wanted to know.
More than twenty-six years since that time, other sluts had been the cause of him serving time in the system. There was that old craggy cunt of a social worker that kept putting him in homes. Then it was slut who went running to the teachers because she didnât want to put out after cock teasing him all those years in high school.
That girl caused him to spend six months in juvie. After that, you had all the other pussies that kept telling the cops he was beating them. But he had finally beat those bitches at their own game, especially that last ho that caused him to seven months in the state penn.
Itâll be years before they find her dry cunt, and even then, there wonât be any chance of proving it was him. But now he had figured out how to beat all these bitches at their own game.
More than forty whores in the city were his and only two of them had tried to quit his business. They wonât be found anytime soon, either. They werenât even missed when they went missing. But for Vamp to go missing was shocking. No one took his hoâs, no one.
He couldnât believe that bitch left her job. She was one of those few that really liked her job, even if she did attract the freaks. He wouldnât be surprised if one of those fucking freak Johns had done something to her, but he wasnât going to let them get away with it. If they did, his other paying pussies would get the idea that he wouldnât protect them, and that couldnât happen.
âGet G to call the police and file a missing personâs on that bitch,â Mac-C told the ho that was shooting up next to him. âAnd donât spill any of your fucking blood on my carpet, bitch. You know what Iâll do to you if you do, donât ya, bitch.â
Mac-C mocked holding a gun in his hand, pointing at the cunt, and curled his trigger finger all the way in. The whore quickly pushed the juice into her vein and jerked the needle out. Just as quickly, she put her hand over the already red infected wound and pressed on it.
âSheâs just trying to keep the fix in her and ainât worrying about the blood that sheâs about to get all over my place,â Mac-C thought with anger. Heâll just slap her around later for being a bitch. She likes it that way.
âAnd get out to all the cunts and tell them to help the police if they ask about her,â he yelled at the needle scarred woman. âIf I find out that they donât, then there wonât be a missing personâs report, let alone a search. Plus no one will find them if there was a search.â
Several hours later, G called back and spoke to Mac-C.
âWhat?â Mac-C answered the phone.
âItâs me, G,â G said. âIâve filed the report and they are on the streets asking the girls. They donât think they are going to find her, though.â
âThey better, or else there is going to be some serious Hell to pay,â said Mac-C. He slammed the phone down and rolled back over in his bed.
He looked over his newest pussy for the Johns out there. She was on her back, tied to the bedpost. She was just as kinky as Vamp had been. She liked to be slapped around even more than the other cunts thatâs been in his bed.
He knew this because any woman that had a tattoo liked that shit, and she had a large ink job on her back that resembled a spider web. There was also the red hourglass shape on her tight little stomach. If this bitch liked that kind of pain, she will love the pain he had in store for him.
Mac-C rolled over on top of her sleeping form and started banging the bitch before she opened her eyes. She woke up and started to scream before he covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes opened wide, staring at him, but he didnât care. He liked his women silent when he fucks them. None of that fake orgasm shit.
âYou like it this way, donât you, bitch?â Mac-C said. He didnât give her a chance to answer by keeping his hand over her mouth. âYouâre going to love my cock slamming into your pussy any night that I can give it to you. Youâll be my ho like all the others, wonât you?â
The girl kept staring at him, nodding her head rapidly. The tears that were streaming down the sides of her face shocked him.
âStop that shit, you bitch!â Mac-C yelled. He took his hand from her mouth and slapped her face with the back of it. âDonât even try to cry in front of me. Iâll beat you harder, you cunt.â
Mac-C slapped her again, and then put his hand over her mouth, also coving her nose at the same time.
âIf you donât play your cards right, cunt, then you will find that I can be very uncaring,â he said. âIâll take you out without a second thought.â
The girlâs body kept rocking while he continued to slam his hips into her. Her eyes began to roll up into her head and Mac-C finally allowed her to breath by moving his fingers off of her nose.
He quickly pulled out of her gaping pussy and stood up on the bed, straddling her prone body. He jerked himself to cumming and watched it fall on her face. All women liked that sort of thing. They wouldnât show it in the movies if it wasnât true.
Mac-C then jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He hated the way pussy smelled, especially after a woman has cum. It was the worse smell in the world, even worse than a damn skunk.
Mac-C took a long hot shower, especially lathering up his crotch and washing away the stench of the hoâs cunt. He heard the phone ringing when he stepped out of the shower and ran back to his bedroom to answer it. When he picked up the receiver, the person on the other end had already hung up.
âYou fucking bitch!â Mac-C yelled at the girl that was tied up on his bed. âWhy didnât you come and get me or answer the fucking phone? What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?â
Mac-C quickly jumped on top of the girl, straddling her body. His hands flew across her face, bitch-slapping the girl as quickly as he could.
âIâŠIâŠI couldnât answer it, you left me tied up,â she yelled at him between the striking hands. âYou didnât untie me, God damn it!â
Mac-C pulled his arm back and punched the girl in her stomach.
âDonât you dare use Godâs name in vain, you bitch!â he yelled at the girl. âYou arenât even worth having his name cross your lips, let alone cursing. You fucking bitch!â
Mac-C then punched the girl again, this time across her face. The girls nose spurted blood which pissed him off even more.
âNow you want to fucking spit your nasty ass fucking blood on me?â Mac-C yelled. His hands went back the girls face, this time covering her mouth and nose again. âIâll teach you to spit your fucking blood on me.â
Mac-C watch with joy as her struggled to breathe, but he didnât care. He was going to let this bitch see what happened to women that went against his wishes, especially if they tried to fight back.
The girl was saved for the moment when the phone next to the bed rang again.
âYou let out a single sound, then I am going to cause you so much pain, that you will beg me to kill you,â Mac-C said. He pulled his hand off her mouth and snatched up the phone.
âWhat?â he yelled into the receiver.
âWhere were you a minute ago, Mac,â Gâs voice said. âI tried calling, but you didnât answer?â
âI was in the shower and the bitch here didnât answer the fucking phone,â Mac-C said. âWhat did you get on Vamp?â
âShe ainât dead,â G told him. âThat bitch is holed up at the Johnâs house that took her home last night. The blue boyâs said that she had no intention of coming back to you and wasnât going to go back on the street.â
âThat fucking cunt,â Mac-C said. âGet over here and pick that crack ho I had call you this morning. We got us a trip to make and some lessons to teach to these bitches. Iâll be ready when you get here.â
Mac-C hung up the phone and looked at the girl still tied to the bed. She was trying to keep the blood free flowing from her nose from running down on the bed. This bitch was learning quickly, but she still needed to learn that no one crossed him.
âCome on, bitch,â Mac-C said. He moved to the foot of the bed and unbound her feet. âYouâve got a lesson to learn about how I take care of my hoâs, especially when they try leave and I ainât ready for them go.â
Less than an hour later, G was driving down the road with that track-marked bitch riding next to him. Mac-C sat behind her and the new girl was next to him. Mac-C kept checking his piece, making sure that it was loaded and ready to go. He was nervous because he didnât know if the John would have any weapons or if this whole thing was a trap.
G turned off the main road onto a fucking dirt road. Damn, this fucker lived out in the sticks. There was nothing worse than dealing with a dumb-ass redneck. At least no one will hear them cutting this asshole into tiny little pieces.
G killed the lights and let the moonlight show where the dirt road led. They rumbled along it until the house could be seen coming up fast. Mac-C was pleased with the looks of it. Anyone could sneak into this place and no one would ever know unless they looked hard enough.