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 Angie Baby
   Pedo, Mg, Fg, mg, fg, Mf, anal, oral, horror, hell fire and brimstone.
If graphic sex with children offends you read no further.  This tale of sex
and demons is loosely based on Helen Reddy's song of the same name.  Play
your radio and sing along as Angie slides deeper into hell.  This is a work
of fiction don't do it.  Hell is real and awaits you.
   "The National Weather Service has issued a hurricane warning for the
state of Florida from Key West to Melbourne.  Governor Chiles has issued a
mandatory evacuation order for the southern half of the state.  Hurricane
Andrew is expected to make landfall just south of Miami.  All Homestead
residents are required to seek shelter immediately.  Power outages will be
widespread and long lasting.
   Stay tuned to WOIR 1430 AM Homestead for further announcements.  This
just in, Interstate Highways 75 and 95 have been made one-way northbound.
All southbound lanes are converted to northbound only.  Gas stations are
reporting that they are running out of fuel.  Some stations are charging
$3.00 a gallon.  The Governor's Office has issued a statement promising
that any service station found price gouging will be prosecuted to the
fullest extent of the law.
   If you cannot leave the area, make sure that you draw safe drinking
water.  Fill as many clean containers as you have available.  Have a
battery operated radio handy and stay tuned to this station for further
updates..."
   "Shit honey we should have gotten the fuck out of here when we could."
Lisa said as she filled old milk jugs with tap water.
   "Lisa, you are due any day now.  We need to be here with Doctor Hall. 
She knows your case.  We are just three blocks from St Andrew's Hospital.
We will be fine.  I boarded up all of the windows and I have a generator
incase the power goes out.  Remember last year we went all the way to
Orlando when they said we had to evacuate.  We did not even get much rain.
I lost my job because we broke down on the way home." Dean said as he
turned off the radio.
   I still think that we should have....  OH Shit!  My water broke.  Oahaa
there is another contraction.  You have to get me to the hospital now. 
Call Dr.  Hall and tell her we are on our way!" The thin blond woman said
as she sat on the floor in a puddle of her ammonic fluid.
   The sky was a sick green color and the winds were already gusting to 70
miles an hour as Dean drove the old Pinto wagon to the emergency entrance
to the six-story hospital.  There was a line of ambulances trying to load
patients from the building.  They were being taken further inland to escape
the fury of the on rushing storm.  It was too late.  Rain lashed down
filling the street with cold water.
   Dean had his wipers on full speed but it made little difference if he
had them on or off.  The rain was coming down in sheets.  The green palm
tree leaves were being ripped off.  They went sailing across the parking
lot and piled up next to the glass doors.
   Lisa screamed in the back seat as another jolt of pain seared through
her womb as it tried to expel the baby girl that was inside.  There was
something wrong.  The baby had stopped moving.  She knew that she had to
get to the delivery room now.  She held her distend abdomen and bit her lip
as her muscles contracted again.  She felt her vagina tear as the child's
head moved down the birth canal.
   Lisa put her hands over her pussy to hold the child inside.  She felt
something wet and sticky.  She pulled her hand to her face and screamed, as
it was red with her blood.
   Dean tried to pull open the door but the force of wind had tripled in
the last few minutes.  He saw the stoplight swing wildly and then become
airborne as it smashed into a third story window of the hospital.  He ran
around the other side of the car and dragged his young wife out.  They were
both soaked to the skin in a moment.
   The rain was now stinging them as it was driven by winds gusting to over
140 miles per hour.  He was slammed into the glass door as he tried to pull
it open.  A tall black man in a wet blue uniform shoved on the door and
pulled the two inside.
   "Man you crazy?  It's a motherfucker out there." The old black man said
as he helped Dean carry his wife to the ER.  There were at least fifty
people huddled in the waiting room.  Some were ill, but most just had no
other place to go.
   "My wife is in labor!  The baby is coming.  There is lots of blood! 
Someone help us now!" He screamed as he shoved his way to the head of the
line.
   A harried nurse took one look at the blood soaking the pale woman's body
and called for a stretcher stat.  Two tall black men in soiled scrubs came
from a door down the hallway and took Lisa from his arms.  They laid her on
a gurney and rolled her into an elevator.  The doors shut and the car
started to rise.  The lights in the car flickered once and then went out.
The car jerked to a stop between floors.
   "Oh God No!" Dean yelled as he banged on the call buttons.
   "Relax man.  That ain't going to do no good.  The back up power will
kick on in just a moment." The taller of the two said as he examined Lisa.
"How you doing Mamm?  Is this your first child?  My name is Johnny and I
have birthed more chillen that I can count.  Every thing go'na be alright."
   "Johnny have you ever shit a watermelon out of your ass?" Lisa said as
she gripped his arm as another contraction ripped through her body.
   "Well mamm, I can't say as I have now.  Look the power is back on we
will have you in the delivery room in no time quick." He said as he thrust
a key in a slot and the car moved upward.  The doors opened into a scene of
ciaos.  Windows on the east side of the building were shattering and the
rain and wind ripped into the hallway.
   Glass and debris were driven down the corroder.  Several people screamed
as they were blown off their feet and fell tumbling into one another.  The
two black men covered Lisa with their bodies as they shoved the gurney
through a door across the hall.  Dean followed as best he could.
   Something sharp sliced across his back and he hollered in pain.  He
stumbled into the room.  The noise of the hollowing wind was lessening
inside.  He saw that the two men had tossed his wife onto a table.  A nurse
was asking Lisa a string of questions.  She was answering them as best she
could between bouts of pain.
   A Cubin Doctor came in and quickly examined Lisa.  He shouted out orders
and more people dressed in hospital scrubs came in the room.  One of them
started an IV while another woman cut Lisa's clothing away.
   "You the father?" A short Cubin woman asked Dean as she led him out of
the way.
   "Yes I am.  Is she going to be ok?" He cried over the raging storm that
was leveling most of the city.
   "We shall do what ever we can.  Is you wife allergic to anything?" She
asked as she held a chart detailing medical history for the patent.
   "NO.  What are they doing?" He asked as a man wheeled a sharp scalpel as
started to cut down between Lisa's legs.
   "He is making in incision to keep her from tarring herself to pieces. 
The baby's cord is wrapped around her neck.  He must get he out...."The
woman was telling Dean as there was a screeching of metal and wood as the
ceiling of the delivery room was lifted off by Andrew.  It was as if he
were curious of the puny humans below him.
   The wind lifted two of the women helping Lisa and they disappeared into
the vortex of the storm.  Their bodies were never found.  A ball of red
lighting exploded in the room.  Dean and the Cubin woman talking to him
were knocked to the floor.
   Dean looked toward Lisa and saw that the electrical discharge seemed to
be centered on the head of his young baby girl as she was thrust into the
world.  The world collapsed in around them as more of the building's roof
caved in.
   Dean heard a radio playing rock and roll.  "Good Golly Miss Molly you
sure know how to rock...." He shook his head and wished that he had not
done that.  A few mules were playing kick the shit out of Dean's brain. 
The big black one on the left was winning.  He felt wet and cold.  He
lifted his head and felt soggy fiberglass insulation laying on him.  There
was a sharp pain in his left leg.  Part of the cinder block wall had fallen
down on him.
   The wind had abated some.  He had no idea how long he had been out.  It
was dark and raining.  He moved his right arm and felt a body lying next to
him.  It was the Cubin woman.
   He pulled the wet pink fiberglass off his face and saw that Lisa was
still on the table.  The doctor was packing her vagina with something. 
Another woman was holding a crying baby in her arms.  The child was wrapped
in a soggy blanket.  Dean moved his leg and pulled it from under the
rubble. He got to his feet and looked around in the darkness.  That radio
played on getting louder as he got to his wife's side.  His head was
splitting and he felt a wash of vertigo.  The music seemed to be pulling
him down towards his child.
   Through flashes of lightning, he could see that what once was a large
city was now a field of rubble.  Cars had been tossed around as if some
spoiled giant child had tired of its toys and stomped them and kicked them
all over his room.  There were no familiar landmarks.  The entire city was
just gone.  The beach a few hundred feet away was covered with debris that
had once been ships and pleasure craft.  The Strom surge had erased all
that had been.
   "Lisa!  Are you ok dear?  He said as he stumbled over the ruble that had
been the hospital.
   "Yes dear.  We have a baby girl.  I want to call her Angie.  You have
blood all over your face." She said as she lay back on the wet table and
drifted off to sleep.
   "OH God is she dead?" Dean cried as he grabbed her hand.
   "No.  She is not dead.  She is sleeping.  We were able to save both of
them.  It is a miracle!  Amongst such devastation, new life is brought
forth.  Praise the lord!  Where is that music coming from?" The doctor
asked as he heard the song getting louder.
   Dean found a portable radio lying next to Lisa.  He picked it up and
then dropped it.  The radio was glowing red pulsing with the music.  He
turned to look at his new baby girl.  The child's eyes were wide open and
had a red tint to them.  She was rocking her head back and forth in time to
the music.  How very strange for a newborn to be able to do so.
   The small red radio played on as it sat in the pool of water and blood
coming from the dying Cubin woman that had been talking to Dean just a few
moments ago.
   He bent down to see if he could help her.  He lifted her hand and saw
that a steel rod from the wall had transfixed her skull.  There was a two
by four sticking out of her chest.  She twitched once and then stopped
breathing.  The blood flowing from the gaping wound in her chest stopped as
the heart quit pumping.
   A feeling of dread came over Dean.  He grabbed the radio and smashed it
into a pile of cinderblocks.  The brittle red plastic shattered and small
transistors and a nine-volt battery flew out of the broken case.  The music
played on for a moment and then faded away.  Angie began to howl she wanted
the music back it soothed the beast inside of her.
   Her tiny eyes focused on the man that had stopped the music.  The eyes
flared red and she hissed.  The radio seemed to draw back together.  "Great
balls of fire... the Killer Jerry Lee Lewis voice sang out over the red
radio.  Angie was a happy baby.
   The couple put the horror of the child's birth behind them.  A few days
later Dean had convinced himself that it was just nerves and the stress of
the hurricane that had played tricks with his mind.  The little red radio
that was always by Angie's side must have come from someone at the
hospital. He did not look at the fine cracks that ran around the old
brittle RCA radio Made in the USA.  The radio station had told people to
carry a transistor radio with them.  Yea that was it nothing strange about
that.  They just hoped that Angie would turn out cool.
   Dean and Lisa spent the next three weeks in one shelter or another until
his mother insisted that they move back home with them in Indiana.
   "We may get a tornado or two and it snows like hell sometimes but at
least there aren't any God Damned hurricanes up here." She said putting an
end to his objections.  Besides Grandmother could just not wait to see her
first grandchild.
   "Now Dean there is nothing wrong with Angie.  The child just likes to
listen to music.  The bible says that music shall calm the savage beast."
Helen Dean's mother said as she rocked the baby in her arms.  She was such
a sweet child when the music was on.  Bad things happened when it was not.
   No one knew where the cat had gotten off to.  Old Fluffy was there on
Helen's lap one minute and then she looked down and he was gone.  She must
have dozed off for a bit and the cat got out.  Yes, that was it.  The cat
had knocked the radio off the crib and somehow turned it off.  Angie was
very upset.  There was always the slight odor of sulfur or as they called
it in the Old Testament brimstone when Angie got upset.
   "Mother that is not in the Bible.  That is a quote from during the
Renaissance Era, William Congreve wrote the play "The Mourning Bride", in
which the famous quotation "Music hath charms to sooth the savage breast"
is from.
   "Well what ever dear.  I just know that little Angie loves music.  I
just wish that it was not that sinful Rock and Roll.  That is the devil's
music if ever he cared to listen to it." She said as she was burping the
baby.  The baby bit her ear.
   "Ouch!  Angie baby don't bit Grammy it is not nice." She said as she
pulled the now one-year-old of her shoulder and looked into her eyes.  They
had a smoky red tint to them when the light was just right.  The doctors
said that the eyes were damaged during the hurricane and would clear up in
a few weeks.  It had been sixty weeks and the red was still there.  Eye
drops did nothing.  The redness stayed there just below the surface.  If
she got vary angry the eyes would flair to crimson hot coals.  No one
wanted to make Angie baby mad.
   It was on Angie's second birthday that the red radio disappeared in its
place was a larger silver one.  It had a much louder sound.  Angie baby
loved her new radio.  She toddled around with it everywhere she went.  They
put her in daycare for two days.  Lisa wanted to go back to work.  They
needed the money and both of them were sick of living with his folks.
   She got the call just after noon.  It seems that one of the older
children had taken Angie into a playhouse.  The woman on the phone was
distraught.  She said that nothing like that had ever happened before. 
Mrs. Wayne should come over right away.
   When Lisa got to the daycare center Angie was sitting in the owner's
office listing to the Door's "People Are Strange".
   "What is wrong?  What did Angie do now?" Lisa said as she picked her
daughter up and held her on her lap.  She turned the volume down.  Angie
hissed and her mother quickly turned it back up a bit.
   "Oh no dear.  Angie did nothing.  It is that Harry Potter boy.  He is
six-years-old.  He is home schooled.  He parents are away on business so he
is; I mean was staying with me.  I called his Aunt in Chicago.  She will
pick him up later tonight.  It was just horrid.
   I saw Harry take Angie into the playhouse.  She had her little radio
playing.  I think it was something by the Door's.  "Come on baby light my
fire".  Yes, that was the one.  Anyhow, I looked in and the boy had his
penis out and was doing very naughty things with it.  He had pulled Angie's
pampers off.  I checked her over.  She is fine I don't think that he
touched her.  She did not seem upset.  She was just sitting there looking
at him.  I can assure you that things like this never happen here." The
distraught woman said shaking her head.
   "Harry has a tiny cock.  It is no fun." Angie said as she cranked up the
sound on her eternal friend.
   "Oh my God!  Where did you learn such language?" Lisa said as she shut
off the radio.  Storm clouds built behind Angie's smoldering eyes.
   "Oh no you don't young lady." Lisa said as she pulled the radio away
from the child and slapped her face.
   "Mrs.  Wayne!  We do not allow such actions here at Sunshine Daycare. 
Here is a full refund of your money.  I suggest that you take you child
home before I call the authorities."
   "Sure a kid can whack off in front of my daughter but I can not
discipline her when she uses nasty words she learned here?  Fuck you, you
liberal tree hugging hippy bitch." Lisa said as she cranked up the volume
on Angie's radio.  They left the daycare and Indian.
   The small family drifted back down south to the warmer weather and lower
cost of living.  Dean found a job in Mobil working on oil rigs out in the
Gulf of Mexico.  The money was good but the hours were long.  He was away
from home for twenty-five days at a time.  This meant that Lisa had to stay
at home and care for Angie.
   The doctor told her that she would never have another child.  Angie's
birth had not only been rough on the child but it had torn Lisa's womb so
badly that they had to remove it three days after she gave birth.  If her
children were going to turn out like Angie, she wanted no more.
   The large black radio came on her third birthday.  The silver one was
gone and in its place was a ghetto blaster.  It never seemed to need new
batteries.  Lisa thought that Dean had sent the radio to the child.  He had
not.
   Lisa had to be very careful where she took the child.  It seems that she
was a magnet for perverted men and children.  She had just gone to use the
restroom.  When she came back, Angie was nowhere to be seen.  She listened
for the music and found it coming from some brush by the slides.
   Lisa ran to the bushes and heard her child panting and moaning.  There
was an older boy, perhaps in his teens.  He had his pants down around his
knees and had Angie's little sundress up around her neck.  The child had
her tiny legs wrapped around the boy's hips and was thrusting to the beat
of Michael Jackson's "Ia'm Bad, Ia'm really, really bad."
   "What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?  Get the fuck off oh her
now you son-of-a-bitch." Lisa said as she grabbed the boy and tossed him
off the child.
   "Fuck you Bitch!  Get your own cock.  This one is mine." A deep base
voice boomed out of the radio.
   Lisa grabbed the radio and shut it off.  She kicked the teen in the ass
and pulled little Angie home.
   Angie was pissed at the mother.  The dumb cunt was always getting it the
way of her having sex.  She wanted sex.  There was a deep burning beast in
her that loved raw hot painful sex.  Each year the radio got stronger and
could play louder.  It filled her cunt with pleasure.  She would put the
speakers right on her pussy and fuck the songs as they filled her with
power and lust.
   She had seen the boy walking down the path.  The mother had gone to
shit. She turned the radio on to a sexy song and pulled the boy meat to
her. Her little cunt was hot.  The folds of her immature pussy were sticky
and painful.  The pain would go away when she had a full time lover to
service her needs.
   The twin peeks of her breast rose up and swelled with the sound.  The
leaked a white cream that if drank would guarantee the human that tasted it
would be a slave for life addicted to the powerful drug her body produced.
   It is why daddy forced himself to be away at sea.  When there were three
hundred miles of saltwater between him and his daughter's tight pussy and
clinging ass he was somewhat safe.  She would call out to him through the
music.  He found himself jacking off with thoughts of his little child
lying nude beneath him as he drove his cock into all of her body openings.
   If Lisa ever found out that he had been fucking his Angie baby nearly
from the second week of her life she would have killed him.  At first, all
she wanted him to do was eat her out.  It started when he was alone with
her and that fucking radio.  The sound confused him he felt as if he was in
a play.  The music was so loud it seemed to spin him around until his soul
had lost its way.
   The child reached out to her daddy with chubby little angle arms and
ground her pussy into his face.  He licked the tiny slit and hot red cream
flowed out filling his mind and his soul.  She bade him cover her tiny
bottom with is lips.  She moved and forced her stinking waste down his
throat.  It burned and wriggled like a living worm or gigantic brown
maggot. She had collected another soul.
   She was very angry at him when he came home for the five days he had
off. He had to stay home and care for her while Lisa had a chance to get
away from the difficult child.  Tom's Bar and Grill was her new friend. 
She had two friends really.  Jack Danielas and Jim Beam.
   Sometimes Angie would withhold the sex candy from the father.  However,
that also meant that she was not getting any of his nice cock.  She would
call to him and spread her tiny limbs and welcome him into her body.  She
liked to watch his long cock press open the folds of her pussy and slide
deep inside of her.  The shaft would stretch the walls of her clinging well
of flesh.
   Her pussy would milk his cock draining him of his life's fluids.  She
fed off his cum and his soul.  After the first, three times he was addicted
to love.  Angie's special soul eating mind numbing devouring sexual need.
   Angie lay on his bed nude.  The lecherous young girl moved her ass.  She
pulled her anus open wide as its hungry orifice pulsated drawing Dean's
cock to it like a moth to the flame.  When Angie's ass was hungry, but then
it was always hungry, the rim of her rectum would push out.  The normal
fine spider web lines of her anus would be replaced with a distend red-blue
bulbous ring of rubbery tissue.  Anything inserted in that damned band was
pulled deep inside her clinging sucking bowel.  One did not fuck Angie's
ass, Angie's ass fucked you.
   It was the fourth anniversary of Angie's birth.  There was no party, no
presents and no cake.  There was a brand new Sony Walkman on the child's
hip.  The headphones never came off.  Her mother celebrated the birthday
locked in her bedroom while she downed a fifth of Jack, and chased it with
her new Mexican friend Jose Cuervo Gold.  Her mind was in a fog of
alcohol-induced numbness.  If she got drunk enough, she could not hear that
damned music.
   Lisa fantasized about ways to kill the brat.  The mother thought about
filling the bathtub with water and then tossing in a radio that was plugged
into the wall outlet.  Yea, that would be cool.  Fry the fucking little
monster.  That would not work.  The last time Lisa had tried to bathe the
child it went very badly.  Somehow, she ended up lying on the cold tile
floor of the bathroom with her legs tucked behind her head.  Angie was down
there between her legs and sucking her mother dry from the inside out.
   The child's mouth was like a leech.  Lisa could not pull the child off
her vagina until the little horror was done with her.  Something long and
wet was forcing its way into the walls of the young woman's pussy.  She
could feel it twisting and sucking pulling at the tender flesh of her body.
Her body was wracked by jolts of pleasure as she climaxed again and again.
   She felt disgusted by the acts she was doing with her child.  Something
was attached to her clitoris.  It was pulled out from her body.  The pain
of its stretching overloaded the pleasant feelings of her orgasms.  When
the child was done with her body her sore clitoris hung stretched two
inches from its hood.  A mere touch would send waves of disgusting
pain-pleasure through out her body.  She often found Angie looking at her
mother's pussy.  She would turn the radio up and Lisa would perform for the
unpleasant child buy masturbating until her panties were soaked.
   Lisa hated the child and herself for being so weak.  Dean was away
working on the Gulf of Mexico and she was alone with the child.  The music
called her commanded her to come service the sexual needs of the little
demon that lived in the shell that was Angie.  She found herself fingering
her pussy and twisting the long clitoris.
   "Mommy come to me.  I need you mommy my tummy hurts so bad.  Come and
rub it for me please." The sweet voice of Angie called out to her mother.
   "Oh God no.  Honey mommy is tired.  Please don't make mommy come to
you." Lisa begged as the pain in her loins drove her to the child's
bedchamber.
   "Mommy don't make me angry!  You know how bad I can hurt you.  Do you
want the hot coals in you bottom again?" A deep voice whispered in her
mind.
   "OH God Help me!  I am coming Angie.  I will be good.  Mommy loves you
dear.  Please don't hurt mommy tonight." She begged as she crawled into the
room.
   "God does not live here bitch bend over and except your joy for the
night." A harsh deep voice bellowed.  It sounded like boulders were being
ground together to make the announcement.
   The door slammed shut behind her.  Lisa had scrawled above the doorway
in red lipstick the words: ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE.  The
bedchamber walls were red.  They had been a light blue when they put
Angie's things in the room.  Heavy black draperies hung over the windows
shutting out all outside light.  They had been light cotton curtains with
images of puppies and kittens frolicking in a sun washed field under blue
skies.  The floor of the chamber was strewn with smoldering yellow chunks
of sulfur.  There had been a bright yellow carpet.
   There was a fissure near the bed.  A column of basalt was thrust up from
the bowels of the earth.  At the top of the pillar sat gleaming silver Bose
wave radio.  The sounds of Golden Earring where hammering Lisa's
body...Help I'm stepping into the twilight zone.  Place is a madhouse feels
like being cloned My beacon's been moved under moon and star Where am I to
go now that I've gone too far.  Help I'm stepping into the twilight zone
Place is a madhouse feels like being cloned.  My beacon's been moved under
moon and star.  Where am I to go now that I've gone too far.  So you'll
come to know When the bullet hits the bone So you'll come to know When the
bullet hits the bone: I'm falling down a spiral--destination unknown.
   Steam and noxious vapors rose from the crack at the base of the pillar.
The cries of the dead rose up from the ground and joined in on the chorus.
   Lisa stumbled on unwilling yet unable to resist the pounding beat of the
music.  She begged for a bullet to hit her bone.  She was so tired of
living in the twilight zone.  Her skin crawled as if a thousand spiders
where dancing on it.  Bile rose in her mouth.  She bit her lip and a sob
escaped her lips.  She found her body on top of the child's.  Lisa's pussy
was grinding on the sucking thrusting long meat that was the demon child's
tongue.
   She looked down in the red light of the chamber and saw the tempting wet
slit of the tiny vagina.  The tinder soft folds of as yet undeveloped cunt
were animated moving in slow sensuous waves.  A pinkish thick fluid was
oozing from her red crack.  The child's clitoris was erect and growing as
she looked at it.  It snaked out and wrapped around her neck.  The thin
pink snake compelled her head down between the child's legs.
   Lisa's body betrayed her in climax as her daughter's tongue worked its
evil magic on her central nervous system.  She felt the pain of her little
girl's fist being shoved up her ass.  Lisa opened her mouth and dined on
the tinder child flesh presented her.  She drank deep from that poisoned
well.  The sex drug filled her body with pain and pleasures unknown to
normal healthy people.
   "OH fuck yes!  Fuck mommy in the ass.  OH yes mommy likes that.  Oh you
nasty little cunt.  More pain please dear hurt me more.  I need the
pain.... Oh god no, no, no what have I done?" Lisa moaned as she shuttered
in the after effects of disgusting sex with her own baby.
   Lisa could just make out the blue walls and curtains of the room if she
shut out that damned music.  It was all illusion.  There were no red walls,
no burning rocks, and no pillar of jagged basalt.  Just a nude child and
the silver radio playing Queen's "Another One Bites The Dust."
   "That was good cunt, but I need cock!  Feed me.  Find me a nice big
cock." Angie demanded as the nude child fucked her pussy with a long U
shaped black dildo.  The larger of the cock heads would not have come close
to fitting in Lisa's mouth.  The small one had a head that was the size of
a plum.  She watched in horror as the thick cock heads entered her child's
body.  She could see the large one moving in her body as its outline bulged
out from her lower abdomen.
   Lisa vomited on the floor and then ran from the chamber of horrors.  She
locked herself in the bathroom and tried to drown her pain with Jose and
Jack.
   The booze was losing its edge and did not dull the pain neither in her
mind or body.  She tried pills next.  They worked for a while then it was a
needle and a spoon.  Her thin body was now fighting twin addictions that of
heroin, and the sex drug her young child produced.
   She decided that the little cunt could be good for something after all.
The hard men that ran the drug houses of Mobile had needs of their own. 
She traded her daughter's body for packets of white death.  She would leave
the little monster with the crack heads and dope fiends until they either
brought her back or called and threatened Lisa to pick the child up.
   The men looked like they had been rode hard and put down wet.  They had
been.  Three of them lay on the floor drooling and talking in tongues.
   "Bitch take this cunt out a'here.  She some devil whore.  Dat bitch
ain't right.  Fuck woman, take that child to President Clinton.  If he
would fuck Monica Lewinsky, he will fuck anything.  Take that cracker
fucking rock & roll playing box with you.  Dat old shit sucks." A thin
young black man said as he handed Angie to her mother.
   "You don't like my music?  Too bad Nigger!" Angie yelled as she turned
up the volume on the radio.  The black man clapped his hands to his ears
and started to shake.  The room seemed to spin around the man as he rolled
on the floor in agony.  Angie turned down the volume and the man shrunk
until there was nothing left of the drug dealer that had been.
   "See you Niggers later.  I hope that your cocks work better next time.
Some of you only came seven times.  That is not nearly enough." Angie
laughed as she worked her mother's fist into her pussy.  She liked the feel
of her mother's hand in her cunt with all of the Nigger cum.
   The family had to move from Mobile to Gulf Port.  The law was sniffing
around and it seemed like a good idea to move on.  They left Alabaman and
moved across the state line to Mississippi.  Angie's fifth birthday came
along with a new radio.  It was sleek and black.  It was a digital marvel
she could download, upload and reload all at the same time.  The detachable
speakers were shaped like long black cocks.  It was Angie's heavy metal
phase.  White Snake, Def Leopard, AC/DC, Poison, Guns and Roses, and Kiss
pounded out their brand of Hard Core Rock.
   There was a very short discussion between Lisa and Denis about sending
there little horror to school.  They had decided that there was no way that
their child could attend school.  Lisa went down to the school
administration building and file under a new federal law allowing parents
to home school their children.  She filled out the forms and left with an
armload of books, pamphlets, and lesson plans.
   When they first told Angie that she could not attend a regular school,
she got angry.  They quickly explained that she would not be allowed to
have her radio by her side at school.  That did the trick.  Angie would
rather go without food than be without her beloved radio.  Lisa and Denis
took the tests for their child and did whatever schoolwork needed to be
turned in to the state board.  She seldom was allowed outside the house. 
It was just too damned dangerous.
   Lisa had iron bars put on all of the windows and doors.  Many of her
neighbors had them also.  However, in her case it was not to keep the bad
guys out it was to keep the little horror locked in.  She started warring
crosses around her neck.  She had a Star of David on a gold chain along
with a bindi on her forehead.  She prayed to Allah, Buddha, Jesus, The
fucking Virgin Mary, and even the Dalia Lama, to anyone that would help her
overcome the darkness that was her child.
   She sent off for Holy Water from the Vatican.  She got a quart via
FedEx. Lisa lit a dozen red candles one for each of the twelve apostles. 
She rushed into the room while Angie was asleep and chanting the Lords
Prayer doused her with the entire jar of Holy Water.
   All that it did was wake the child up and get her wet.  Lisa had a hard
time getting the glass jar out of her ass.  The seven large crucifixes came
out of her bloody pussy rather easily.
   Lisa went behind her husband's back and sought help from the local
Catholic Church.  Father O'Donnell an old priest just in from Ireland a
agreed to help the distraught woman.  He called on two of his brethren from
New Orleans who were very familiar with the holy rite of exorcism.  The
three priest with the permission of the Bishop of New Orleans attempted to
perform the rite of exorcism.
   They entered the room sprinkling holy water before them and they prayed.
In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the
intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus, of Blessed
Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the
Saints, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the
devil.
   "Go fuck your self's.  There ain't no fucking virgins here.  Is there
Father O'Donnell?  Let me look into your black soul... aha I see a little
boy.  His name is Juan.  Oh nice work.  You fucked him on the alter while
his mother lay in a coma after that car wreck." The radio laughed as Angie
baby got worked up.
   "God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee
before Him.  As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts
before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God." The three
priest prayed on crossing themselves as they did.
   "All I see arising are three stiff cocks.  One for each of my un-holy
holes.  Step right up boys three holes no waiting.  Who wants a piece of
ass?" Angie laughed as she did a vulgar striptease dance on her bed.
   " Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies.
   May thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us.  We drive you from us, whoever you
may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all
wicked legions, assemblies and sects; in the Name and by the power of our
Lord Jesus Christ, do may you be snatched away and driven from the Church
of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and
redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb." The three men chanted
as they fought the urges to fall upon the nude child that so willingly
spread her body for them,
   The crosses in their hands flew from them and impaled the child's pussy.
Angie laughed as she fucked herself with the gold dildo-crosses.  " The
only blood here is from my cunt, and the only thing unclean in this room
are the heads of your cocks from buggering little boys' asses."
   "Most cunning serpent, you shall no more dare to deceive the human race,
persecute the Church, torment God's elect and sift them as wheat.  The Most
High God commands you, He with whom, in your great insolence, you still
claim to be equal;" Two of the men chanted on.  The third had torn off his
collor and was knelling at a new alter.  The alter of her divine flesh.
   Angie laughed again.  "The only ones being deceived here are you two
cocksuckers.  I have some cumming serpents for you dick heads."
   The floor of the chamber filled with crawling vermin of all kinds. 
Snakes slithered across the men's feet.  A python snaked it way up the pant
leg of Father O'Donnell.  "He who wants all men to be saved and to come to
the knowledge of the truth.  God the Father commands you.  God the Son
commands you.  God the Holy Ghost commands you.  Christ, God's Word made
flesh, commands you;" The two priest droned on as they kicked at the
serpents that clustered around them.
   "FUCK this shit.  I command you to eat my pussy.  By the power of my
body, by the darkness in my soul do I bid you welcome to hell on earth
behold my ass and cunt." Angie said as she cranked up Judas Priest's Eat Me
Alive.  The rod of steel injects, Lunge to the maximum, Spread-eagled to
the wall, You're well equipped to take it all, So eat me alive.
   Lisa crawled out of the bathroom and heard the music of Judas Priest
blaring from Angie's room.  When she looked in she saw the three men nude.
One had his cock up the child's asshole, another had his meat thrusting
into her tiny cunt.  Father O'Donnell was pumping his cum down the child's
throat as he sang along with the band, So eat me alive....
   Angie turned down the volume and the three un-holy men got smaller with
the sound.  All that was left of them in the end were some cum stains on
Angie's body and bed.  That was the last time that Lisa tried to get help
from the church.
   The Mississippi State Police came by and asked a few questions.  They
wanted to know what, if anything the Wayne family knew of the
disappearances of three Catholic Priests.
   Lisa told the men that the Priests had come to visit and said a prayer
over Angie.  Angie was not feeling well that day.  It must have been
something she eat.  The men drove off shortly there after.
   Lisa had really dumped their car with a drug dealer she knew.  The guy
gave her an eight-ball of the good shit for the $35,000.00 car.
   The officers asked if they could see the child.
   "I don't think that is such a good idea.  She is still not feeling well.
She just got to sleep.  Maybe next time?" Lisa asked as she rose to show
the men the door.
   "I am not sleepy mommy.  Hello Officer Dundee, Lieutenant Grimes.  How
nice to see you both." The child said as she walked across the room.  Lisa
wondered how she got the padlocks off the door again.
   "Hello little girl how did you know my name?" The tall blond young
officer said as he knelt to one knee to look the child in the face.  She
had on pajamas that were just a little too small for her.  She lifted up
her arms to him and her top rose up exposing her swelling breast.  The
nipples were bright red and moist.
   Angie threw her arms around the well hung man and whispered in is ear.
"Jim Dundee, I know everything worth knowing about you.  I know where Cindy
Thompson's body is buried.  I know that she begged you not to hurt her
anymore.  I know that after you fucked her you stuck this very pistol up
her cunt and made her beg you to kill her.  You even saved the fucking
shirt you had on that day.  You jack off on it every night.  Yea baby I
know you.  Don't worry about a thing , Lieutenant Grimes is into Mat the
Rat for 250 large.  He likes the ponies and can't pick a winner to save his
ass.  He lets Mat the Rat fuck his little grandson while he blows the
child. Mat the Rat takes a grand off every time he cumms in the boys ass.
Only 248 more times and the boy will have fucked his grandpa's debt clean.
What the fuck the boy will shit himself if he hiccups but hay in less than
a year grandpa is free and clear.  You two are my kind of guys."
   The office stiffened as he heard this demon list off some of his sins.
His first thought was to draw the gun and shoot the kid, her drugged out
mother, and the Lieutenant.  However, the child had her hand on his other
gun and was working it like a pro.  He had visions of fucking another young
child, but this time she would be willing.  From what he could see she knew
how to use a man.
   "Angie honey you can not make these men disappear.  There are too many
people that would come snooping around...." Lisa started to say.
   "Relax mother.  We are going to play nice with the two men.  They are
owned by me.  They are going to get me all the nice little toys I need to
have fun.  I bet they will even get you some of the real good shit they
have stashed in the U-lock-it down on Pike street.  I bet there are some
fifty bags of H from China.  Isn't that right Lieutenant Grimes?  You are
just too chicken shit to move the junk." Angie said as she led the two men
into her chamber.  The radio played Eric Clapton's "I shot the sheriff."
   A few hours later the two men stumbled out of her chambers.
   "That is the best sex I have ever had.  But you know that don't you
Lisa. Angie showed us all the fun things you do with her.  A car will be by
sometime tonight.  A dude will bring you a box.  Cut the shit unless you
are ready to check out.  It is pure H from China.  Angie wants us back here
sometime next week.  We will bring a few lowlifes that she can use up all
the way.  I think it is too easy of a death for them, but hay no bodies. 
You ever wonder what she does with them?  I guess not.  Sure some sick shit
isn't it." Lieutenant Grimes said as he tucked his uniform shirt back in
his pants.
   This happy arrangement when on for a few years.  Then someone talked, a
junky had a nosey mom that asked too many questions and the entire
operation went south.  South as in Mexico.  They ran for the border and
hung out in a sleepy little village called El Te.  It was on the Gulf of
Mexico.  There were few tourist and only one fat cop.  A few Yankee dollars
and he was a happy man.  The fact that Angie would fuck his brains out did
not hurt either.
   They stayed down south of the border until Angie turned
Fourteen-years-old.  They walked across the border back into the USA in
Brownsville Texas.  Angie lead them into a branch of the Lone Star National
Bank.
   Angie was tan and sensual.  She wore a low cut sun dress that left
little to the imagination.  She never wore panties.  The young teen walked
to the manager's office and whispered into his sectaries ear.  The woman
turned red and started crying.  She composed herself and showed the child
into the branch manager's office.
   "I wonder what she said to that poor woman?" Denis asked as he rubbed at
the collor of his new shirt.  He had gotten used to being nude for his
child.  They both had all over tans, so did Lisa.
   "I don't know.  She may have told her that her boss is never going to
leave his fat wife for her.  She could have told her that the head cashier
is carrying his child.  How long do you think this is going to take?  I
have to piss." Lisa said as she looked around for a woman's room.  She saw
the sign and headed for the plush restroom at the other end of the large
bank.
   "Mister Johnson, this... this is your daughter.  Oh how could you sell
her to a Nigger!" The young woman exploded in tears and then ran out of is
office.
   "What is the meaning of all of this?" Tim Johnson a fifty-seven-year-old
white man asked as he hung up one of the telephones on his desk.
   "The meaning of all this is you are going to be taken me into the vault.
You are going to unlock box 427f.  You are going to place the over
$450,000.00 dollars into a bank money bag.  Then you are going to come back
in your office and figure out a way to save your ass from the mob when they
come looking for their laundered funds." Angie said as she moved around the
desk and pulled up her dress and sat on the man's lap.
   She turned up the radio and Glenn Frey's "Smugglers Blues" rang out. 
"It's a losing proposition, But one you can't refuse.  It's the politics of
contraband, It's the smuggler's blues, Smuggler's blues."
   "I will do no such thing.  I don't know who you are, but I am calling
the police." He said as he reached for the telephone.
   "Go right ahead Tim I am sure that the bank examiners will want to know
how you pay for that little young cunt you have down in El Te.  You see I
spent the last few years down there with her.  We got to be such good
friends.  See hare are a few shots I took of you fucking that ten-year-old
in the ass.  Do you think that Shelly would like a few of these blown up to
8x10?  Your wife could add them to her collection of kids you fuck around
the world.  How do you think that Fat Tony will feel when he finds out that
you have been skimming 25% off the top?" Angie said as she undid his fly
and pulled his now stiff cock out of his pants.
   "This is blackmail!" He stuttered as he pushed against the child's hot
cunt.  It felt so good when he entered her pussy.  It sucked him better
than his wife ever did, not that she did it that often if at all.
   "Yes and fucking a 14 year-old will get you five to ten at Huntsville.
You are fucking me aren't you?  Well then get on with it.  I want you cum
dripping out of my hot snatch as we get the money.  Honey for money. 
Sounds like a fair trade to me." Angie said as she pressed her long snake
like tongue down his throat.
   "Oh by the way, after I leave here erase all the security records and
then take that nice long black pistol you keep in the bottom draw and suck
on it." She said as she implanted his death sentence in his brain.  This
was a new plus with her latest radio.
   Tim lead the young teen down to the vault and helped her load the money
in the bag.  He even carried it out for her.  He smiled and shook her
father's hand and waved good by as they left the bank.  He went into his
office.  He told his sectary to hold all calls.  He brought up the security
program on his desktop computer and erased all traces of the Wayne's visit.
He typed out a short but impassioned suicide note and then gave his
44.magnum a blowjob.  The heavy black weapon returned the favor when he
pulled the trigger.  240 grains of lead entered the roof of his mouth and
sent the rest of his skull exploding all over the light blue carpet and
beige walls.  The bullet had really hit the bone.
   The Wayne family walked across the street to a Ford dealership and
looked for a set of wheels.  They heard a faint pop as if someone had set
off a firecracker in the bank.  They were talking to the manager of the
dealership when first a patrol car rolled up its lights and siren wailing
as it slid to a stop in front of the tall glass building.  The news crews
beat the ambulance to the scene.
   While they were filling out the paperwork for the new Lincoln SUV a live
update came on the TV in the lounge.  There was a close up of what was left
of Tim's head.  A hand blocked the lens of the TV camera as the cameraman
was shoved out of the way of the par-medics.
   Angie loved the new Lincoln Navigator SUV it had a THX(R) II Certified
Audio System with 14 speakers and a 600 watt power amp and a six CD
changer. It was her largest radio ever.  It even had wheels.  She saw a
cute Mexican teen that was washing cars on the lot.  She walked up to him
and spoke in fluent Spanish.  He dropped his sponge and followed her into
the back of an old van.  The van was a rockin, Fu Manchu was playing the
song "Don't bother knocking if the van is a rockin'."
   All that the manager found of Carlos was his clothing.  He must have
runaway in the nude.  No one sweated the loss of a wetback illegal alien
there were thousands of them just across the border.
   They drove out of Texas and headed west.  They took their time and saw
the sights.  They remembered the Alamo, pigged out at Hog Heaven, home to
the largest boar in the world.  The hog tipped the scales at 1987.04 pounds
and was 8' 6" long.  You could buy a piece of his ass for $5.98 a pound. 
He was a mighty good tasting hog.
   Angie seemed to mellow out some once they let her outside.  She was
fucking both of her parents along the trip.  They had long become accustom
to her sexual needs.  Lisa was off of smack, but still killed a quart of
tequila a day.  Dean was eating Viagra as if they were Pez candy.  A four
hour hard on was just at the lower end of Angie's acceptable performance
level.
   They made their way out west until they could drive no more.  They found
a nice little place on Carmel Beach Drive in Santa Barbra.  The place had a
pool and a view of the Pacific Ocean.  Angie had gotten the deed to the
house the same way she had gotten them the car.  She found a real estate
broker and looked at the listings she had.
   The three acre lot was going for a mere 5.6 million dollars.  The house
had some problems with the wiring and it needed a new roof.  The man that
owned it was forced to sell due to a pending devoice.  Angie got the man's
phone number and then left the office.  She called him at work.
   "Hello Tony.  This is Angie.  No not that Angie.  We have not met yet.
You see I know about the problems you are having with that slut soon to be
ex-wife.  Look she may have your phone tapped.  Meet me at the fisherman's
wharf in half an hour.  I will be the killer blond in a red sundress and
black hat.  Don't be late darling we have so much to talk about.  Chow."
The young teen said as she looked over the meat that was parading up and
down the boardwalk.  It was like a smorgasbord of male and female tidbits.
   "Is he coming?" Lisa asked as she downed another mixed drink.
   "He will be here in half an hour.  Just enough time for a quickie. 
Heads or tails?" She asked her dad as he watched the young hard bodies
glide in and out of the mating game.
   "Heads sounds good to me.  See the redhead in the Dior knock off?  You
want me to talk to her or will you play her in?" Dean asked as he popped
another blue pill.
   "The radio is so much easer." Angie said as she let the strains of Roy
Orbison's "Pretty Woman" call the young woman in for a quick bit of tongue
play.  Just a fast fix to set the hook of her sex-drug.  The red head would
be there's anytime Angie called her.
   The silver Beamer rolled into the lot.  Tony looked for the woman in
red. He saw a sweet young thing that he hoped was her.  She was hot.  The
young woman was just finishing off a redhead.  The two females parted and
the redhead let her shoulders slump as she dreamily walked away.
   "Hi Tony over here." Angie said as she waved the man to her.  Welcome to
my web said the spider to the fly.
   "You are Angie?  It is nice to meet you.  You sounded much older on the
phone.  Who are these folks?" He said pointing to Lisa and Dean.
   "We are Angie's parents.  We are just the hired guns.  She will give you
more than you need or want I am sure." Lisa said as she tossed back another
highball.
   "Tony don't mind my wife.  I am Dean, Angie's dad.  Nice car.  I'll be
over here looking at the sights.  You need anything dear just call." He
said as he shook the man's hand and walked to the railing to lean over and
goggle at the mass of ass that wondered by.
   "So, Angie what is so important and privet that you can not tell me over
the phone?" Tony asked as he moved closer to get a good look at what he now
knew was a young teen.  However her eyes were very old.  Jet black with
shots of red flames now and then.
   "Victoria is doing the pool-man, the dog groomer, and three of the
fucking Mexican gardeners.  Talk about desperate housewives, please she is
out of control.  You know about most of them.  Well here is a dirty little
bit of information that will drive Victoria over a cliff so to speak.  She
killed a young girl when she was in Collage back in Princeton.  It was a
sorority prank gone very bad.  She was holding the freshman's head in a
bucket of piss.  She was too stoned to realize that the fucking kid was
dead.
   Her and five of her Greek want'a be friends drove the body up state and
buried it in the Pocono mountains.  I can Google the map site for you. 
That is the only bad thing about dumping a body.  They don't always stay
dumped.  You got a laptop with you?" Angie said as he leaned over letting
him get a good free look at her tits.
   They went to his beamer and she slid in the passenger side.
   "The dumb cunts made a secrecy society out of it.  They called
themselves the Sinister Sisterhood.  She has a tattoo under her left breast
it is a small circle with the letters SS inside." Angie said as her fingers
flew over the keyboard.
   "What are you some kind of modern day Nancy Drew teen detective?  How do
you know all this shit on my wife?" Tony said as he looked between the
young girl's legs.  Her cunt was wet.
   "No, lets just say that I have underworld connections.  If you go
through with the divorce she will get over 57.8 million plus $3,000 a week
in child support until your little girl is 25.
   What I want is the deed to the house in Santa Barbara.  It is listed at
5.6 million.  That is less than 10% of what you will loose in the divorce.
We have not even talked about that fat life insurance policy she has for 8
million.  It has been enforce long enough to cover her suicide.  All I need
to do is have a little talk with her.  It can even be over the phone, but
face to face is better.
   Here is the deal.  I talk to Vitoria and she drives off the cliff and
into the sea down at Dead Man's Point.  It is a six-hundred-foot drop to
the rocks and ocean below.  After she goes over the cliff and her body is
found, you hand over the deed for services rendered and we never see each
other again." Angie said as she showed him the where the collage girl's
body had been dumped.
   "So what stops me from just keeping the house after my wife is dead?"
Tony asked as he moved his hand under the girl's dress.
   "Any number of things, like do you remember that kid you hit with your
car three years ago?  Oh yes you do.  The hit and run.  The one you thought
that you got away with.  You did not.  I know all of your dirty little
secrets.  The payoffs, the rip-offs, the dirty deeds done dirt cheep, and
the things nobody saw.  So do we have a deal?"
   "What do I have to loose?" Tony said as he found her pussy very soft and
inviting.  The fucking thing was pulling his hand inside of her.
   "Just a pain in the ass wife.  Oh and if you deal me dirt, your life. 
Let's seal the deal." The teen said as she closed the lap top, pulled his
hand out of her pussy, and got out of the car.
   "You don't think I am going to put any of this in writing do you?" Tony
said as he got out and stood next to her.
   "Oh no, I have a much better way to seal the deal.  We fuck, we fuck a
lot.  Are you up to fucking my ass?  I like it up the ass." The young teen
said as she led him to a small changing cabana on the beach.
   Angie stripped off her red dress and tossed off her hat.  She unbuckled
his pants and pulled his cock out.  The blond went to her knees and sucked
the cock.  Once it was hard she jumped up into his arms and wrapped her
legs around him.
   Tony held the young girl by her ass.  He felt his cock slide into that
tight clinging wetness that was the well of her cunt.  He kissed her as she
opened her mouth for him.  He opened his eyes and wished that he had not.
The thing, as he knew that this was not a sexy young child, had it's eyes
open.  The black holes in her skull sucked at his soul.  The red burning
embers that were her eyeballs flared and seared his mind.
   She bit his ear and told him all the rotten things his wife did with the
men.  The sex with their Grate Danes nearly turned his guts.  She pulled
off his cock and moved it lower into her hot burning ass.  Her ass was so
hot he thought that he was fucking a blowtorch.  The searing pain soaked
into his bones.  His cum was sucked out of his balls.  His nuts felt like
they were boiling.
   He felt the filth and slime of a truly disgusting rotten being holding
him.  He thought that his cock would shrivel from revulsion, but his member
stiffened as he pumped his hips against her's.  He was not in her, she was
invading his body, his soul, his being.  He could feel her polluting his
essence.  Her ass held his manhood prisoner.  She drew from his body his
seed, and the tainted remnants of his soul.  He was owned and he knew it.
The only way out was death.
   She did not allow him that option.  Her/its mind occupied him more
thoroughly than Hitler's minions did Poland in 1939.  (That was some of her
boss' best work, that and the Spanish Inquisition.) Angie spun him around
and laughed as he sank to the wooden floor of the changing-room.  She
laughed at the irony of it.  She/it had changed more than his clothing, oh
yes much more.
   Tony left the small room and stumbled to his car.  He could not remember
the drive to his office only that he had arrived there and was filling out
the paperwork to transfer the deed to the beach-house to a child he had
just met.
   "Mr.  Blake are you ok?  You look like you have been in the sun too
long. Your face is sunburned.  Do you want some Sea Breeze for it?" Miss
Huntington asked as she brought in the papers he had requested.
   "Oh... I... was...out...in... the...sun?  Oh yes, I remember now I had
lunch on the beach with an old friend.  Must have gotten too much sun
sitting there.  I am fine really.  Here have this notarized and sent to my
home by noon tomorrow.  I am taking the rest of the day off.  Cancel any
appointments I may have until next Monday.  I am going home now." He said
as he signed the papers and handed her the folder.
   "Yes sir.  I will have it sent to your house by noon.  Take care, you
don't look too good." The young woman said as she left the office.  She
shook her head.  He must be drinking again.  That was too bad he had been
clean and sober for three years.
   Vitoria sat in the hot tub.  She was nude.  He long tan legs were
wrapped around Johan, or what ever the fuck his name was.  She thought,
`Who cares what his name is.  He has a long, long cock and knows how to use
it.  One of the other Mexicans was knelling next to her.  His long thick
brown cock was sliding in and out of her mouth.  The wide almost black head
of his cock felt good in her throat.  Tony's was so small and white.  He
could not get it hard for her anymore.  The vain fucker would not take the
blue magic pills the doctor had proscribed for him.
   She squeezed the dark brown balls and then stuck a long manicured
fingernail up is coffee colored asshole.  He seemed to like that a lot. 
The chocolate tinted man grabbed her hair and thrust his long meat all the
way down her throat.  His ball sack slapped against her oh so white chin.
   "Oh my what a nice pool party.  Can anyone play?" Angie said as she got
in the hot tub with the startled woman and the Mexican gigolo.
   "Who the fuck are you?  How did you get past the dogs?  They should have
ripped you to pieces." Vitoria said as she pushed the nice long cock away
from her face.
   "I an the archangel Angie, well the fallen archangel Angie.  You are
living in my house.  I have come to collect it.  The dogs?  I fucked them
to death.  No I mean that I fucked them until they expired.  See they are
lying just over there.  If it is any consolation to you they died happy."
The young girl said as she made use of the now free cock.  She pulled him
into the water and mounted him.
   "Ramon, who is this crazy white girl?" Johan asked as he fucked the lady
of the house.
   "I don't know but her pussy is so fucking hot!  Who cares?  We got two
gringo bitches to fuck and we are getting paid to get laid." He said in
Spanish.
   "Yes boys you are getting paid.  Have fun with the boss." Angie said as
she cranked up the volume on a black sleek radio.  The water jumped to the
beat and steam rose from the frothing tub.  When she turned down the music
Victoria and Angie were the only ones in the tub.
   Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" was hammering the airways.  "No
matter what we get out of this I know well never forget, Smoke on the
water, fire in the sky."
   "What the fuck happened to the wetbacks?  Where did the men go?  Who the
fuck are you?" Victoria said as she reached for her cell phone to dial 911.
The phone was as dead as she would be in half an hour.
   "The boy's are playing a new game now.  They are raking hot rocks in a
land of no sun, but forget them Victoria.  Let's talk about poor old Cindy
Lee.  You remember her, she is the one you drowned in a bucket of her own
piss.  Sinister Sister?  What a fucking joke.  You want to see something
really sinister?  Look into my eyes darling." Angie said as she gripped the
terrified woman's face.
   Smoldering red eyes, like the eye's of a rat, bored through her soul and
laid it to waste.  Every sin, every wrong, every evil thing that the woman
had done in her life was dredged up from the muck and filth that it laid
buried under the thin shell of her social graces.  The rat gnawed at her
skull and let the maggots out.  They wriggled out and slithered down her
face.  They pierced her skin and tunneled into her flesh.  She screamed in
agony.  The woman ripped at the larva that were feasting on her now rotting
soft tissue.
   Something was pulling on her right breast.  She looked down and saw one
of the dead dogs chewing on her firm plastic surgery enhance silicone
filled tit.  The crazy child was between her legs now.  She felt a long
snake like thing violate her person.  It split her cunt and wriggled all
the way out of her mouth.
   "How do you like me now?  Am I pretty like you?  Can you smell the piss?
Can you feel the hands on the back of your head?  Can you see the dark
stinking bucket?  Can you feel it salty piss burn your eyes?  Can you feel
her death?  Sure you can!  You will feel it for the rest of your fucking
life." Angie laughed as she ruined what was left of Victoria's mind.  She
handed her the car keys and lead her nude and bleeding to the Lamborghini
Murciélago LP640 Roadster.  The woman got into the sleek red roadster and
fired up the 640 horsepower V12 engine.
   Angie turned on the radio.  AC/DC was hammering out "Highway to Hell".
She reached over and gave the woman a Judas kiss.  "Tell Daddy that I will
be home soon!" Angie laughed as the $476,345.00 super sports car rocketed
down the drive way on its short trip down the coast.
   The headlines read "Distraught Socialite Plunges Lamborghini Off Dead
Man's Point." All of the gory details were included.  She was nude and
autopsy results showed that she had sex with several different men.  None
of the semen found in her body belonged to her husband.  Tony Blake was not
available for comment.  He did however sell their beach house the next day.
A spokesmen for Mr.  Blake said that the house held too many painful
memories for him to stay in the home.  Mr.  Blake was taking his daughter
Shelly on an around the world tour.
   The Waynes moved in to the beach house the next day.  Lisa spent a lot
of time on the beach drinking run mixed with rum.  Denis was often seen at
the race track picking winners.  Several men with broken noses and bad
Italian accents tried to learn his secrets.  Angie let them sleep with the
fishes, or more correctly she fed them to the sharks.
   Angie spent a lot of time in her room.  She had a picture window
installed so that she could dance nude and entice the young lad that lived
next door.  People in the neighborhood quickly found out that Angie baby
was just a little touched.  She was odd, and not right in the head, as her
mother put it.
   Most of the neighbors shrugged it off as just one more spoiled rich kid
freaking out in Southern California.  California was after all the state
that had elected a governor that could not pronounce his title correctly.
"I am Aron-ALD Swarts-in-AGLER GOB-ner of Cala-for-NIA.
   Bill was a brat.  A spoiled brat.  His donating mother spent vast
amounts of cash to keep the evil foul tempered punk out of jail.  The
pimpled skinny rat faced boy had been kicked out of half the privet schools
on the west coast.
   He liked to watch that crazy new girl undress.  She did neat stuff with
her pussy.  He was sure that she knew he jacked off while he watched her at
night.  Bill drank a few beers to get his nerve up.  He crept out of his
bedroom and cut across the manicured lawn to the girl's place.  He knew
that her folks were away for most of the evening.  That was plenty of time
to show the crazy bitch a real good time.
   He stood outside her window and watched her dance.  She moved like the
wind.  She twisted her body like a snake.  The young teen put long thick
things in her ass and pussy.  She was a whore.  A dirty no good fucking
slut.  He knew what to do to sluts.  His mother had told him all about sick
girls and the nasty diseases they gave to her precious boy.
   The long sharp knife slit the screen and he opened the window.  His cock
was stiff and wet with his precum.  The slut was dancing fucking herself in
a whirling ballet of raw sex.  He wanted to own her.  He wanted to hurt
her. He wanted to fuck her.  He had more than evil on his mind.
   Bill stepped into the room.  He shut the window and spoke.  I see your
folks have gone away.  Won't you dance with me today.  I'll show you how to
have a good time Angie baby.  When Bill walks in the room he feels
confused, like he walked into a play.  The music's so loud it spins him
around till his soul has lost it's way.  Angie turns the volume down, and
he's getting smaller with the sound.  It seems to pull him off the ground;
no more the radio is bound.  Bill is never to be found.
   The headlines read that a boy disappeared and everyone thinks he died.
Except a crazy girl with a secret lover who keeps her satisfied.  It's so
nice to be insane no one asked you to explain radio by your side Angie
baby.
   Dean taped on Angie's door.  " Angie girl are you alright?  Tell the
radio goodnight.  You won't be all alone anymore Angie baby."
   The radio played Helen Reddy's song all night long... oh ya Angie
Baby....
   This is a work of fiction, inspired by Helen Reddy's song Angie Baby. 
Do not do any of the things written here.  If you do you will take that
slow slide in to the hell of our penal system.  If you have gotten this far
and not hit the delete key let me know what you think of it at:
arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com
   
  
Angie Baby