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. I’m 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 didn’t 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, wasn’t any better. She gave him life and that’s 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 didn’t 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.
It’ll be years before they find her dry cunt, and even then, there won’t 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 won’t be found anytime soon, either. They weren’t even missed when they went missing. But for Vamp to go missing was shocking. No one took his ho’s, no one.
He couldn’t 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 wouldn’t be surprised if one of those fucking freak Johns had done something to her, but he wasn’t going to let them get away with it. If they did, his other paying pussies would get the idea that he wouldn’t protect them, and that couldn’t happen.
“Get G to call the police and file a missing person’s on that bitch,” Mac-C told the ho that was shooting up next to him. “And don’t spill any of your fucking blood on my carpet, bitch. You know what I’ll do to you if you do, don’t ya, bitch.”
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.
“She’s just trying to keep the fix in her and ain’t worrying about the blood that she’s about to get all over my place,” Mac-C thought with anger. He’ll just slap her around later for being a bitch. She likes it that way.
“And get out to all the cunts and tell them to help the police if they ask about her,” he yelled at the needle scarred woman. “If I find out that they don’t, then there won’t be a missing person’s report, let alone a search. Plus no one will find them if there was a search.”
Several hours later, G called back and spoke to Mac-C.
“What?” Mac-C answered the phone.
“It’s me, G,” G said. “I’ve filed the report and they are on the streets asking the girls. They don’t think they are going to find her, though.”
“They better, or else there is going to be some serious Hell to pay,” 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 that’s 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 didn’t care. He liked his women silent when he fucks them. None of that fake orgasm shit.
“You like it this way, don’t you, bitch?” Mac-C said. He didn’t give her a chance to answer by keeping his hand over her mouth. “You’re going to love my cock slamming into your pussy any night that I can give it to you. You’ll be my ho like all the others, won’t you?”
The girl kept staring at him, nodding her head rapidly. The tears that were streaming down the sides of her face shocked him.
“Stop that shit, you bitch!” Mac-C yelled. He took his hand from her mouth and slapped her face with the back of it. “Don’t even try to cry in front of me. I’ll beat you harder, you cunt.”
Mac-C slapped her again, and then put his hand over her mouth, also coving her nose at the same time.
“If you don’t play your cards right, cunt, then you will find that I can be very uncaring,” he said. “I’ll take you out without a second thought.”
The girl’s 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 wouldn’t show it in the movies if it wasn’t 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 ho’s 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.
“You fucking bitch!” Mac-C yelled at the girl that was tied up on his bed. “Why didn’t you come and get me or answer the fucking phone? What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?”
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.
“I…I…I couldn’t answer it, you left me tied up,” she yelled at him between the striking hands. “You didn’t untie me, God damn it!”
Mac-C pulled his arm back and punched the girl in her stomach.
