0 comments/ 16062 views/ 3 favorites The Cerberus Incident Ch. 01 By: jallen944 Josey Binkle held the black-bladed sword with both hands and swung it in a flat, horizontal arc. The edge of the blade sunk into the vampyre's neck and through, and rang like a bell as it cut through the bone. The vampyre's green head rose away from its neck, tumbled in the air once, and plopped into the mud by its feet. The rest of the body stopped in mid-stride, one foot raised, tottering on the other foot. "That was well done," a voice behind him said. Binkle spun, holding the holy sword in both hands, the tip pointed in the direction of the voice. It was her. He lowered the blade. Behind him, the decapitated, green-skinned body dropped into the mud with a splat. "What the hell are you doing here?" Binkle said. Harmony jumped down off the fender of the overturned truck. She was wearing black boots that came up to the middle of her thigh, a black skirt that was barely more than a wide belt, and a short black jacket that exposed all of her midsection. That night her hair was black to match. "We're supposed to be on the same team, remember?" she said. She walked past him and bent over to look at the body of one of the vampyres. The material of her outfit glistened in the light from the burning truck like an oily liquid that clung to her body. Binkle looked away. She was wearing nothing under the short skirt. "Good, clean cut. You're really getting very good at this," Harmony said. "Why are you dressed like that?" Binkle said. He put the sword in his duffel bag and pulled the zipper shut. Harmony turned and walked toward him. "What? You don't like it? It's the new look. All the girls on the seventh level are wearing it." She stood beside him, smiling, showing the pointed tips of her teeth. In the darkness there was a faint glow in her eyes, and the stripes showed through the skin on her cheeks and neck. The demon half of her was strong that night. She raised the short skirt. He looked down at the wisps of dark hair between her legs. "Makes it so much easier with all those horny he-demons around. Wanna try?" Binkle blushed and turned away. Harmony laughed. She put her arm around his shoulder and sniffed. "You smell nice. What are you wearing?" "Diesel fuel, or something," Binkle said. Her arm dropped from his shoulders. "I like it. Go with it." "Why are you here?" Binkle said. He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder. Harmony walked to the truck, which lay on its side. The front wheel was as high as her head. She spun it. "I came to warn you." "About what? "The dog is loose. You know. 'The dog'?" she said, emphasizing the words, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "Yeah, so?" She shrugged. "Just wanted to let you know. It might come looking for you. It has a great sense of smell, you know." "Yeah, fine, let it find me. I'll cut its head off. Look, where the hell am I supposed to go from here?" Harmony's eyes turned up, studying the stars in the sky over her head. "Try Chickasaw. I hear they're expecting company." Behind them, one of the vampyres moaned and moved. Harmony frowned. "Dude. That one's not dead," she said. Binkle walked over to where it was laying on the ground. Its head was still mostly attached to its shoulders and it was drenched in stinking, black blood. If it was possible, it looked even more ugly than it did when it was standing upright. Its hand reached for Binkle's leg and tugged at the cuff of his jeans. Binkle swung the blade and hacked off the hand at the wrist. The vampyre pulled its arm back with a gurgling groan from its throat, which had been sliced open at the neck. The fingers of its hand still clung to the leg of his jeans. Binkle swung the sword again, down on top of the vampyre's head. It cleaved neatly through the top of its head all the way down to the bridge of its nose, like it was slicing a melon. The vampyre's eyes rolled back and it let out a final groan, like it had accepted defeat. Binkle kicked at the hand that was still attached to his jeans. "God damned thing got blood on my jeans. Do you have any idea how much money I spend to replace my clothes?" he said. The hand finally came loose and skittered across the pavement into the flames, where the puddle of diesel fuel was burning. Harmony sighed. "It makes me so horny when you kill," she said. She grabbed the front of Binkle's shirt and kissed him, with her forked, wet tongue in his mouth. He pulled away and wiped his mouth. "Come on, Harmony. I got a mess to clean up here," he said. Harmony put her hands on her hips and looked around at the dead vampyres on the road between his yellow and black '69 Camaro and the burning, overturned truck. "Them? Screw them. We're in the middle of fucking nowhere," she said. She stuck her hand down the front of Binkle's jeans and grinned. "Now show me again what you can do with this sword," she said. He was panting. His cock was as hard as a rock, and her hand felt good. She had sharp nails at the ends of her fingers, like talons. She pulled down the zipper and slipped her hand into the fly. Her icy cold fingers closed around his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't stop her now if he wanted. She pulled all of his cock out through the fly in his jeans. Her eyes got wide and glowed a little brighter. "Fucking hell, Josey. I forgot how big you are," she said. She held his cock up to her forearm. It reached from her elbow to her wrist, with a few extra inches. "I gotta tell ya, Josey. I been fucked by a lot of guys. Most of them weren't even human. I don't think any of them had a cock near as big as yours," she said. She stroked it slowly in her hand. The tips of her sharp nails grazed the skin of his cock, leaving faint trails of blood. Binkle leaned back against the fender of his Camaro, holding it with both hands. "You won't mind if I suck on it for a while, will ya?" Harmony said. She was holding his huge cock pointed at her mouth and smiled. Her jagged, pointed yellow teeth made him nervous, but he was way too turned on to stop her now. His cock throbbed in her icy cold grip. Killing made him horny, too. She licked the head of his cock with her forked, black tongue. Binkle groaned. "You like that, don't you?" she said. He just nodded. He knew what was coming. He wanted it bad, but at the same time, he was a little scared. Those teeth could rip him to shreds. "Well ... Here goes nothing," Harmony said. She opened her mouth wide, showing her mouthful of sharp, yellow teeth. Her lips enveloped the end of his cock. Her teeth dug into his shaft and he yelped. "Shorry," Harmony said, with her mouth full of his cock, and his blood on her lips. "It's all right. Just try not to bite it off," Binkle said. She was already moving her head back and forth, sliding his cock deep into her mouth. A couple of times, the points of her teeth caught on his shaft and cut through the skin. He winced, but he didn't stop her. If one of those hideous, green-skinned vampyres had his cock in their mouth, would he stop them? Harmony jammed his cock deep into her mouth, where it made her gag. He gritted his teeth. She swallowed, and his cock pushed down her throat. Binkle groaned. She took his cock about halfway down her throat. It felt fantastic, but it also hurt like hell. Her teeth cut into his cock, and his blood ran down her chin from the corners of her mouth. "Oh God. I love it when you do that," he said in a choked voice. Harmony pulled his long cock all the way out of her mouth. "Do me a favor, Josey. Try not to invoke that name. It kinda kills it for me," she said. "Sorry." Harmony grinned. "Forget about it. I will." She licked a drop of blood from the head of his cock. His shaft was marked with cuts and scrapes and a couple of puncture holes where her teeth had gone in. Already, the cuts were healing. She wrapped her lips around the end of his cock. She moved her head back and forth slowly, taking his cock a little deeper each time. Binkle's grip tightened on the fender of his Camaro, like he was trying to rip through the sheet metal. Harmony did that deep throat thing again, the way he loved it so much. She pressed herself forward as hard as she could, making herself gag, until it slid down her throat. Binkle groaned and clenched his jaws. She took his cock all the way down her throat, except for the last few inches. Then she held it there. He pumped his hips, driving his cock deeper and harder down her throat, ignoring the pain of her teeth. His climax was building, and there was no way he could stop it now. He pumped his hips faster. Harmony was holding his thighs, and her sharp nails dug into his flesh. Binkle groaned out loud. "Oh Go- I mean ... fuck," he said. His cock throbbed and he fired a gusher of cum down her throat. Harmony's eyes looked up to his face and she moaned. Each time his cock throbbed and pumped more cum, he grunted. The convulsions were so intense that his body practically doubled over and he could barely breathe. Finally, his orgasm ended. The flashing lights in his eyes faded and he could see again. He shook his head. Harmony was still on her knees in front of him, with his cock all the way down her throat, looking up at him like she was waiting for him to give her permission. "Are you all right?" he said. Harmony pushed against his thighs and his cock came out of her mouth slowly, an inch at a time, with a wet sucking noise. His thick cum spilled over her lips and dripped on her chest where her big boobs were exposed. It wasn't white, but pink with his blood, which ran down the shaft of his cock from all the gouges and cuts. Harmony wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked her lips. "Mmm. Blood and cum. I love a strawberry shortcake," she said. She stood up. With the tips of her fingers, she wiped up the blood-stained cum from her tits. Binkle turned to see his cock in the light of the fire. The sight made him flinch. It looked like it had gone through a meat grinder. Already, though, the bite marks and the slashes in the shaft were beginning to close up. "You really should think about doing that with other girls. You'd get a fuck load more dates," Harmony said. "Yeah. Whatever," Binkle said. He took her hand, turned her around and bent her at the waist over the fender of the Camaro. His long, hard cock wagged in front of him like a divining rod. "Josey? What the fuck are you doing?" she said. He flipped up the back of her short, black skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. He ran his hand over the smooth, round globes of her ass. "I'm gonna fuck you as hard as I can. Then I'm gonna find a motel room and get myself fucked up." "Oh. Ok," Harmony said. Binkle slipped his hand down the groove of her ass to her crotch, between her legs. Her back arched and her ass pushed up, like she was trying to give him better access. His fingers touched her wet slit, except that she was as cold as ice. "At least I know you won't bite me down there," he said. He put his hand on her ass and lined up the head of his cock with her pussy. Harmony purred like a cat. She was cold inside. It was like sticking his cock into a bucket of ice. For some reason, though, it felt really good. His cock was even harder than before Harmony had it down her throat. It was going to take some hard pounding to take the edge off of his lust tonight. It was a good thing Harmony was the type of girl who could take it. "Oh fuck yeah. Do it to me, Josey," she said with her head turned to look at him through her tangled, straggly black hair. He squeezed her hips in both hands and pushed his own hips forward. Half of his cock plunged into her. She groaned and her back arched. Binkle groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Three hundred and how many years old did she say she was? Even after all that time and God knows how many men or demons or werewolves or who knows what she'd fucked, she was still tight like a virgin. He pulled back and slammed his hips forward again, driving a few more inches of his huge cock into her. Harmony yelped and groaned. Under her breath was a low, gurgling growl, as if to remind him that part of her was not human. But she was twitching in his hands, like most young girls when he fed his cock into them. He jammed his cock into her again and she growled. All in all, she was taking it well. "Fucking hell, Josey. I can't believe you're fucking me with that thing," she said. When she spoke, there were two distinct voices. One was the higher-pitched voice of the young girl she was on the outside. The other was the deep, rumbling voice of the demon that controlled her from the inside. To think about what he might actually be fucking was a little disconcerting. He chose to focus instead on the beautiful shape of her ass right in front of him, the delicate curve of her waist where her back arched in, and the feel of her tight pussy around his cock. Binkle wiped the sweat from his forehead. The heat from the fire was intense. "Bullshit. You love every inch of it and you know it," he said, and pushed another inch or so of it into her. Harmony groaned, then giggled. "You know me too well, Josey Binkle." He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding a few inches of his cock in and out of her. She was moaning and writhing, and clawing at the fender of the Camaro. It was great, but the heat from the fire was burning his ass. That might have been all right for some of the creatures getting the hell fucked out of them, but he wasn't enjoying having the hairs on his ass singed off. He kept pumping and looked over his shoulder at the burning truck. The flames had reached one of the vampyre bodies, and it was engulfed. Their ugly, green skin was melting, and the smell was ... His nose wrinkled ... The smell was as horrible as they looked. He moved his hand up to the small of Harmony's back. Most of his cock was inside her. He gave another hard shove to see if she could take the last few inches, but she yelped and growled. He eased up and kept pumping. He looked over his other shoulder at the truck. The flames were licking at the fuel tanks. He frowned. They weren't going to explode, were they? It was bad enough that Harmony's nails were scratching the paint on his Camaro. He'd hate to have his favorite ride blown to pieces because he stopped to give Harmony a reaming. He turned back to her and pumped a little faster. "Oh Josey. Fuck me, baby. I'm cumming," Harmony said. Binkle gritted his teeth. In her own voice, those words could make a strong man melt. Coming from the deep, rumbling voice of the demon part of her, though, might have been a bit of a turn off, if he wasn't so close to cumming already. Harmony's pussy clamped around his cock. Binkle groaned out loud. His body convulsed and his hot cum sprayed her cold insides. Her pussy released and clamped around his cock again. It was like he was losing his mind. He loved when she did that. He groaned again and shot more cum into her. If only more girls could have that kind of muscle control. There were some benefits to being possessed by a demon. His orgasm went on forever. It felt like he had pumped a gallon of cum into her. That wasn't surprising when she could milk so much of it out of him. Binkle wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was panting and feeling a little light headed. Harmony could take a lot out of a guy. She was purring and rocking her hips side to side. Her pussy was clamped tight around his cock and wouldn't let him go. He stroked the sharp bumps on her spine. She shivered and turned to look at him. The corners of her mouth were turned up. Her eyes were glowing yellow, and the stripes were vivid on her cheeks. "What's the matter, Josey? You done already?" she said. Her pussy released his cock and it slipped out slowly. It dropped out of her slit and slapped his thigh. That gallon of cum he left inside her spilled out of her pussy and ran down the inside of her leg, into her black boot. "Aw shit," she said, and picked up her foot to shake it. "Now I gotta go skin another condemned soul to make new boots." She stuck her hand between her legs and wiped her pussy. She licked his cum off of her fingers. "That's rough. How do you live with yourself?" Binkle said. He pulled up his jeans and stuffed his sticky cock into the leg. Harmony laughed. "That's a good one, Josey. I got worse problems I gotta live with." "Yeah. We all got our problems," he said. "You bet your ass you got problems. Don't forget about Chickasaw," she said, and looked up at the stars in the sky. Binkle picked up the sword and looked up at the night sky. When he looked back, Harmony was gone. He looked up at the stars again. Just what was it that she could read in them? * * * * The petals of the begonias shredded easily in its claws. The poodle dug into the soil of the flower bed with its front paws, shoveling small scoops between its hind legs like a miniature steam shovel. The dirt stained its pink, dyed fur, but it continued to dig. The shredded begonias lay in a pile behind it, mixed with the soil. The pile grew higher and the hole grew deeper, until the poodle's head was lower than its tail. A hole opened in the dirt under its paws. The poodle backed out. An orange light shined from the hole. The poodle crouched on its hind legs, raised its head, and howled as loud as it could, ending with a series of yaps. It paused. The light still glowed, growing brighter. The poodle howled again. The back door of the house opened. "Shut up, you God damned mutt," the man shouted. The poodle turned, then ducked. A shoe hit the fence by the flower bed. "And keep quiet." The door slammed shut. The poodle waited, its ears up. The door did not open. Something behind it snapped and the poodle yelped. It looked back. Something had its tail, dragging it backward into the hole. The light was warm, then hot. The poodle dug its claws into the dirt, whimpering, until it disappeared into the hole. The Cerberus Incident Ch. 02 Chickasaw was just twenty miles to the east of the truck crash. It made sense. They had been making their way east for about a week. Binkle found the first place to stay in Chickasaw, the only place, and parked the Camaro outside the Thurston Motel. He got out and got his duffel bag out of the back seat. He paused to look around. It was a quiet town. Already, the place smelled like death. He rented a room and dumped his duffel bag on the bed and crossed the street to the Friends & Neighbors Party Store. He bought a local paper, the Chickasaw Herald, a six pack of beer, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bag of potato chips. Back in the motel room, he dumped all of it on the bed, turned on the television and sat down with a beer. The tv had only two channels. Both showed porno movies, and the picture was fuzzy on either one. He stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and tilted the beer to his lips. The Chickasaw Herald was filled with touchy feely local interest stories. Binkle flipped through each section until he found something useful: The Police Blotter. He scanned the list. Nothing terribly interesting. A story about a break-in at the video store. A pistol stolen from the back of somebody's truck. It was the story at the bottom of the column that caught his attention. Two teenaged kids were killed when their car drove off the Cashun Bridge into the Altamoora River. Bodies yet to be recovered. Alcohol suspected. Binkle folded the paper and threw it by his duffel bag. That was that. Those two kids had to be the company Harmony said this town was expecting. All he had to do was find them before they killed someone. Chickasaw did not have a hospital. In the morning, Binkle drove to the Froggerton Funeral Home, the only one in town. The only person on the menu was an old woman named Hattie Place, looking puffy in her blue dress and blue casket. Binkle slipped into the back room of the funeral home. Against the wall were three stainless steel examination tables, but there were no bodies on the tables. "Hey, kid, what are you doing here?" someone said. Binkle turned to a chubby man in a black suit. "Uh, I think I made a wrong turn." The chubby man frowned. "Be careful where you go around here, young man. This area is off limits to patrons." "Yes, sir," Binkle said, and stepped out through the door. The town's only graveyard was all the way back on the other side of town. He combed up and down the rows of graves. To the west, the sun was setting behind the trees. He took off his sunglasses and squinted to watch. In the far corner of the cemetery, by an overgrown lilac bush, were two fresh graves. One was still open, with the name Hattie Place on the headstone, and a birth date from sometime around the turn of the century. The other was for a nine year old girl, and had a picture of her sealed behind glass on the headstone. Binkle looked around. It was getting dark fast. What else was there? The kids weren't at the morgue, they weren't in the ground already. What did that leave? At the top of the hill in the middle of the cemetery, he looked down the road to the west. In the shallow valley between two hills was a bridge that spanned across the river. He nodded. The river. The Cashun Bridge led out of town to the next county. Binkle parked the Camaro at the near end of the bridge, where the police had set up yellow barrier tape. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, and scurried down the gravel slope. Along the near bank of the river, a pair of deep grooves had been cut into the dirt, leading into the water. All around that area in the mud were footprints and tire tracks, where the police must have pulled the car out. Binkle found an old log. The crickets had begun to chirp. The sun was gone behind the trees and the sky had turned purple. He sat down on the log and took out the sword. * * * * Delton pedaled hard. He was supposed to be home before dark, and he was late. His Momma was going to paddle his behind so bad he wouldn't be able to ride his bike for a week. Just ahead in the street, a light was shining through the holes of a sewer grate. Delton stopped pedaling, letting the bike coast. The light got brighter. The sewer grate popped off and landed in the street. Delton skidded his bike sideways and fell off, staring at the shafts of orange light coming from the hole. He heard a growling noise. Something jumped out of the sewer and landed between it and Delton's bike. He gave a shout and scrambled away, then stopped. It was a dog; old man Herger's poodle, in fact. Delton stood up. The dog yapped. How did it get in the sewer? The dog sniffed the air, turning one way, then the next. It gave a snarl and trotted off down Rayford Road on its short legs. Delton picked up his bike. The light in the sewer was gone. He shook his head and got back on the bike. Old man Herger shouldn't let his dog run around like that. * * * * Nothing happened. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound, except for the constant chirp of the crickets and the occasional splash of fish. But no zombies. Binkle checked his watch. Almost two in the morning. Usually, if they didn't show by midnight, they weren't going to show. He gave them five more minutes, then decided to go back to the motel. He climbed the gravel slope to the road and the Camaro and drove slowly back toward town. The moon followed him the whole way. He had his left elbow resting on the open window and the cool night air blowing through his hair. They might show up the next night. Maybe they wouldn't show at all. Then again, he might have picked the wrong people. That old woman, what was her name? Hattie Place. She might have been the one. He decided to go back to the graveyard and see if she'd dug herself out of the ground. He was passing a white fence and a driveway and heard a scream over the rumble of the engine. He stabbed the brakes and the Camaro skidded to a stop at the side of the road. He grabbed the sword and ran to the fence. Well back from the road was a farmhouse. The porch light was on, but the scream came from the barn, to the right of the house. Binkle ran up the drive past an old pickup truck. A young woman had her back to the barn doors. Her shirt and jeans were torn, revealing her bra and panties. Laying in the dirt near her feet was a man. Something bumped against the doors from the inside and she screamed. "Help me, please, help me," she said when she saw him. She had long, dark hair and wide, frightened blue eyes, and a pair of big, beautiful boobs in her bra that moved in and out of view under the torn shirt. "What's wrong?" Binkle said. "S-Someone tried to bite my arm." She held out her arm. The sleeve was torn. The doors bumped and she screamed again. "My boyfriend and me, we heard this noise in the barn, like ... like someone moaning. We came out to check and someone attacked us," she said. Binkle switched the sword from his left hand to his right hand. He pointed at the guy face down in the dirt. "Who's the guy?" he said. He nudged the guy's shoulder with his foot, but he didn't move. Behind the barn door came a low moan, and something bumped against it and the girl screamed. "He's my boyfriend. That thing in the barn, it hit him over the head," she said in a hysterical shriek. Binkle squatted next to the unconscious body and lifted his head. "Do you always date guys with bald spots?" he said. She folded her arms over her chest and looked pissed. "Ok. Fine. He's my Dad's business partner. He likes to buy me things. And I like to let him fuck me," she said. She set her jaw with a smug, defiant look. Binkle let the guy's head drop in the dirt with a thud and stood up. "You're cute, kid. How old are you?" The thing inside the barn bumped against the door again, but this time her defiant look did not waver. "I'm ... sixteen," she said. Binkle hesitated and looked at her a little more closely. Her face turned down. "Fourteen," she said. Binkle tried not to grin, but it came out as a smirk. He pointed at the barn door. "Is the door locked?" She nodded. "I set the latch." Binkle held out his hands. "Come over here. I don't think he can get out." She stepped away from the door cautiously. It bumped and moved out slightly, like someone was pushing from the inside. She jumped into Binkle's arms. "What's your name?" Binkle said. He peeled back the torn sleeve of her shirt. She had no bite wounds or scratch marks. That was good. He didn't want to have to kill her, too. "M-Mary. What's yours?" "Josey." He drew the sword. Mary's wide eyes stared at the shining black blade. "I think there's two of them in there. I hit one with the shovel," she said. Binkle put her behind him. "You did good. I'll take care of it from here." "You're not going to kill them, are you?" He shook his head. "They're already dead." He turned to the door. They bumped against it from the inside. He shook his head. Zombies were so stupid. He lifted the latch. The wide door swung open. Binkle stepped back. His heel slipped on a rut. The door konked him on the head and he fell over backward. There were two of them. They emerged slowly from the darkness of the barn, moving stiffly like they had no joints. Their skin was bluish green and they looked ... young. These were the teenagers. One was a girl and the other was a boy. The boy's right arm hung loosely at its side, dangling by shredded skin. "That's the one I hit with the shovel. That's the one," Mary said, shouting hysterically. Binkle picked himself up and brushed the dirt off of his jeans. "Don't let them get too close," he said. The boy zombie ripped off its severed arm, raised it like a club, and swung. Binkle ducked. The arm hit him in the shoulder. Binkle thrust the sword into the center of its chest. The zombie groaned and fell backward, tripping over a wheelbarrow. The sword jerked out of Binkle's hand. The girl zombie turned toward Mary, who was backing away. "Josey? Josey, what do I do?" she said. Her face was very pale. Binkle hesitated. The boy zombie was sprawled partly over the wheelbarrow with the sword sticking out of its chest, flailing with its severed arm. He needed that sword. "Get to the house," he shouted. He jumped on top of the zombie and grabbed his sword. The severed arm thumped against his leg and side. Binkle tugged. The blade did not move. It had gone all the way through and was stuck in the wheelbarrow. "Josey, help me," Mary screamed. He looked back. She had jumped into the old pickup truck. The girl zombie was reaching through the smashed out windows. He shook his head. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was more stupid. He heard a snarl and looked down at the zombie. "Was that you?" he said. Its blank eyes stared straight up at the sky and it flailed with the severed arm. Something tugged at the cuff of his jeans. Binkle looked down. It was a poodle, with his jeans clamped in its jaws. The poodle was ... pink. He shook his leg, but it just snarled. "Do you mind? I'm working here," Binkle said. The dog's eyes looked up at him and it snarled. The sword finally came loose. Binkle sliced the zombie's head off. The flailing with the severed arm stopped abruptly and dropped to the ground. He shook his leg again. The poodle refused to let go. "Josey, I think I'm in trouble," Mary said. The girl zombie had her by her torn shirt and was pulling her out the window of the truck. Binkle looked down at the poodle again. "I'm real sorry about this. You don't give me much choice." He swung the sword. The blade cut through the dog's neck. A gush of blood splattered on his jeans. The dog's body went limp. The jaw finally released the cuff of his jeans and the head rolled into a rut like a grapefruit. The arm of Mary's shirt stretched until it tore. The girl zombie staggered back a couple of steps, dropped the torn sleeve, and reached through the window again for Mary. Binkle raised the sword high and brought it down. The blade cut into the girl zombie's shoulder from behind. He swung again and cut halfway through its neck. The head flopped over to the side. He shoved the body over and cut off the rest of the head. Mary peeked over the edge of the window. "Is it over?" she said. "It's over." She climbed out of the truck and they looked at the body together. "Where did they come from?" Mary said. "The river, I think. Does it run through here?" "Back that way." She pointed past the barn. Her head was shaking and she had a distraught look in her eyes. "My Mom and Dad, they went out tonight. They said I could stay home alone. Oh God. They're gonna shit when they find out what happened," she said. Binkle touched her cheek. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. "You're right. They probably will," he said. Mary stood on her toes and kissed his lips. Binkle's eyebrows arched up. "Thank you," she said in a soft whisper. "For what?" "For saving my life." She kissed him again, deeply. He closed his eyes and let his hand slip around her waist. Mary stiffened. He opened his eyes. Her eyes were wide, staring at something over his shoulder. She pointed and screamed. Binkle turned. It was the poodle again, the pink poodle, only it had two new heads. Binkle cocked his own head sideways. That was a new one. Mary hid behind him. "What is it?" she said. Binkle raised the black blade. "I'm not sure. I think you should go call someone." "Who?" Binkle shrugged. "Animal control?" Mary hesitated, then ran up to the house, stumbling on the steps. Binkle swung the sword. The poodle did not move. All four of its eyes watched him. He took a step toward it. The poodle stayed. He sighed. Fine, he would just cut off both heads. One of the heads belched and spit out a puff of fire. Binkle stopped. The other head belched and spit out a puff of fire, like the backfire from a truck exhaust. The two heads looked at each other, then it started toward him, growling, belching and spitting puffs of fire. Binkle backed away. The poodle charged. He stepped aside and let the sword swing in a low, quick arc. The poodle yelped and stopped. One of its heads bounced off a rock like a coconut and rolled to a stop. From the stump of the neck, two more heads grew out. The poodle turned to face him, growling, yapping and spitting fire. All three heads clunked against each other. "Josey, I called the dog pound. They're gonna send someone out," Mary said. "They won't help." Something snapped at his ankle. Binkle jumped. The head he had just cut off snarled and snapped its jaws. A few feet away, the first head, laying in the rut by the wheelbarrow, was also snarling. The poodle charged, surrounded by small clouds of black smoke and flame. Binkle tried to step around the head at his feet. It snapped at the toe of his boot. He kicked it like a football. It yelped and sailed over the wheelbarrow into the barn. Binkle ran. The poodle was right on his heels, singeing the frayed cuffs of his jeans. Every time he managed to cut off a head, another one grew in its place. The driveway in front of the barn was littered with yapping, snapping pink heads. He needed to find a way to keep the heads from growing back. He looked at the old truck and had an idea. He led the poodle back to the wheelbarrow and grabbed a rake. The poodle circled the wheelbarrow and nearly caught him. Binkle cut off one of the heads. A new head popped out in its place. They ran around and around the truck. Finally, the dog slowed. Binkle was panting. The poodle stopped, wheezing, all three tongues hanging out, blowing smoke and steam. Binkle took the gas cap off the truck and sniffed. He took off his shirt, wrapped it tightly around the end of the rake handle, and stuck the handle into the gas tank. He pulled it out and the shirt was soaked with gas. Now he needed something to light it. He looked at the poodle, still wheezing and steaming. He held the end of the rake handle in front of one of the heads. Gasoline dripped from the shirt. The dog's eyes stared at him. "Come on. I know you can do it," Binkle said. The head on the left belched, spit a puff of fire, and the shirt burst into flames. The poodle shrunk back, then charged at him. Binkle lopped off one of the heads and seared the neck with the flaming shirt. The poodle stopped. The remaining two heads looked at each other. It charged again. Binkle cut off another head and seared the neck. The last head snarled, digging its paws into the dirt like an angry bull. It ran at Binkle. He swiped with the blade. The poodle yelped. Its last head twirled in the air, bounced, and came to a stop with a clump of other heads. Binkle seared the neck. The body stood still for a few moments, like it was waiting for the next head to grow out, then fell on its side. Binkle poked the headless dog with the end of the blade. It didn't move. He kicked it. The dog, with black singes in its pink fur, rolled on its back. Its stiff, stubby legs pointed straight up in the air. Binkle frowned. That was odd. He walked over to the barn to make sure the zombie that was beating him with its arm was dead. It was. By the old pickup truck, he paused to take a closer look at the girl zombie. She was hideous and bluish-green now, but she must have been pretty cute before she spent the night at the bottom of the Cashun River. Between the barn and the house was the unconscious guy, Mary's 'boyfriend'. Binkle bent down and pressed his fingers to the side of his neck. He had a pulse, which was more than a lot of the other things around there. The screen door opened with a loud squeak. Mary poked her head out. "Is it over? Is it safe?" she said. One of the poodle heads had latched onto the guy's ear with its teeth. Binkle pulled it off. "It's safe. You can come out now," he said. Mary came out of the house onto the front porch, holding her arms folded over her chest, which was covered only by the bra. She came down the steps and walked toward him, stepping carefully around the poodle heads. When she got to Binkle, she crouched beside him, next to her unconscious boyfriend. "Is he dead?" she said. "No. Let's get him into the house." They carried him into the house and put him in the big, overstuffed arm chair by the fireplace. Mary grabbed Binkle's arm. "Josey. You're hurt," she said. He looked at his upper arm. Just below the shoulder, the sleeve of his shirt was torn and he was bleeding from a gash in his arm. "I'll be fine," he said, and tried to cover the gash with the part of his sleeve that wasn't torn. Mary, though, wasn't looking at his arm, but at the front of his jeans, where he had a huge hard-on hanging down in the leg. Her mouth was hanging open. He rolled his eyes. He forgot that killing got him really turned on, even if it was a couple of stupid zombies and one annoying little poodle. "Let me clean that up for you," Mary said. She had both hands around his wrist and dragged him over to the sofa. She left him there and ran off. When she came back, she had a first-aid kit and a warm washcloth. "You're gonna have to take off your shirt," she said while she poked around inside the first-aid kit. Binkle pulled his shirt off over his head. Mary was watching him out of the corner of her eye, and had a faint smile on her face like she was trying to suppress it. He tossed the torn, blood-stained shirt on the floor. Mary climbed on his lap, facing him, with her knees straddling his hips. She dabbed at the wound on his arm with the washcloth. "Does that hurt?" she said. "Yeah," Binkle said. "A lot?" The Cerberus Incident Ch. 02 "Yeah." She made an ugly face. "You're not gonna turn into one of those walking dead things, are you?" she said. Binkle made a frightened face, with his eyes wide open. "Oh my God. Do you think I will?" he said. Mary looked terrified. She covered her mouth with her hand. Binkle laughed. "Don't worry about it. You gotta have an intact soul for that to happen," he said. Mary just looked at him funny. It was obvious she had no idea what he was talking about. Few people did. She shook her head and giggled. "You're weird, Josey," she said. She opened one of the large bandage pads, but when she started to put it over his wound, she stopped. The gash in his arm was nearly healed. Mary touched it lightly with the tips of her fingers. "How did you do that?" she said. Binkle shook his head and frowned. "There are a lot of things about me you don't wanna know," he said. Mary wiggled her ass on his lap. Her warm crotch rubbed along the hard ridge of his erection. "Like what you got in your pants?" she said. She watched his face, like she was waiting for what he was going to say. Binkle, though, didn't know what to say. Wasn't she supposed to be shocked, or ... something? Mary put her arms around his neck. Her breasts, held back in the tiny bra, brushed his bare chest. She tilted her head to the side and kissed him. She moaned softly. Her tongue pushed against his lips until they parted and let it into his mouth. His blood surged. His cock throbbed in his jeans. As if Mary felt it, she moaned into his mouth again. She pulled away and smiled at him. "That was nice. You kiss good," she said. "What about your boyfriend?" Binkle said. They both looked at him. He was still unconscious in the arm chair. Mary sighed. "He told me he always wanted to watch me get it on with another guy. Now's his chance," she said. She slid off of his lap to the floor between his spread legs. Her eyes looked right at the bulge in the leg of his jeans. "Oh my God. Is this thing for real?" she said, and ran her fingers down the length of the ridge. "I'm afraid so," he said, and had a smirk on his face. Mary reached for the buckle of his belt and looked at him with a frown on her lips. "You say that like you're sorry about it," she said. "Maybe not now, but you will be," Binkle said. Mary pulled his jeans down. His cock jumped out and stood straight up. Her jaw fell open. "Oh my God. It's so fucking huge," she said in a low, soft voice. Binkle grinned. It was so cool when girls had a reaction like that. It made him feel so powerful. Mary held his cock lightly in the fingers of one hand, like she was afraid she would break it if she squeezed too hard. She bent it to one side, then the other, inspecting it from all angles. "Dude. Your dick is amazing," she said, and looked up at him with wide eyes. "You think you're gonna like it?" Binkle said. "Like it? I think I'm gonna fucking love it," Mary said. She closed her hand around the shaft and squeezed tight. She must not have been worried about breaking it any more. Her mouth opened wide. She bent forward and sucked the head of his cock between her lips. She moaned with her mouth full. Her eyes bulged. She was on her knees between his spread legs and put her other hand around the shaft of his cock. She moved her head back and forth slowly over the head and the first few inches. She was moaning and pumping the shaft with both hands at the same time. Binkle groaned and closed his eyes. He laid his head back against the sofa. She was pretty good, especially for a girl her age. She didn't have Harmony's technique, but then, how many girls had over three hundred years of experience sucking on big cocks? Mary pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her drool ran down her chin and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. "God damn, dude. You got a big fucking dick. I wish my sister was here to help me with this thing," she said. Binkle lifted his head off the sofa. She had one hand around his long, thick shaft, pumping up and down. Her eyes were locked on the swollen head. "Your sister?" "Oh yeah. She's always bragging about the big dicks she gets her hands on. I'd like her to get a load of this one," Mary said. She licked her lips, then ran her tongue all the way up the underside of the shaft of his cock, from his balls to the slit at the tip of the head. "Oh yeah. That's good. Suck on it some more," Binkle said. Mary giggled. She stretched her jaw open and closed her lips around the head again and bobbed her head a little faster. But she wasn't taking it deep enough. Binkle put his hand on top of her head and pushed her down, forcing a few more inches of his cock to the back of her mouth. She gagged and reached up to pry his fingers off the top of her head. "Dude? What was that? Are you trying to choke me or something?" she said. "Relax. You're not gonna choke. I just think you can take it deeper," Binkle said. His cock waved in front of him like a flagpole. Mary glared at him with dark, angry eyes. "What do you think I am, a whore?" she said. Binkle glanced over at the unconscious guy in the arm chair. "Yeah. So?" Mary had her hands on her hips. She glanced at her boyfriend, then back at Binkle, and giggled. "Yeah. I guess I am. I kinda like being a whore for cute guys like you," she said, and cupped her boobs in her hands. Binkle stood up. His huge, heavy cock bobbed and swung side to side. "Where are you going? You're not pissed, are you?" Mary said. Binkle shook his head. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the polished dining table. "I'm not going anywhere. We just got started," he said. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. She laid back and lifted her ass off the table so he could pull her jeans down, and he pulled them all the way down her legs and off of her feet. He pulled her legs apart. Her pink pussy glistened with moisture. She barely had any hair on her mound. He looked up to her face. Was she really only fourteen? She looked older before, but now, with a bit of fear in her eyes, she looked young and innocent. He bent down and lowered his head between her legs. His ears brushed the insides of her thighs. She giggled. He kissed the light hair on her mound and licked her warm, moist, puffy lips and she moaned. "Oh God yeah. I love to have my pussy licked," she said. Binkle ran his tongue up and down over her pussy lips. She moaned softly and tangled her fingers in his hair. He poked his tongue between her pussy lips and pushed the tip against the hard bump of her clitoris, and she moaned louder and her hips pushed up off the table. He kissed the soft insides of her thighs. "That tickles," Mary said, and giggled. He pushed a couple of fingers into her pussy. She moaned and her hips pushed back against his hand. "Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby," she said. Binkle licked her pussy again, and flicked the tip of his tongue over her hard clitoris. He worked his fingers in and out of her wet slit. She was moaning and her hips were twisting side to side like she was trying to push him out from between her legs, and yet hold him there at the same time. Binkle eased a third finger into her pussy. She was going to need a little stretching for what he had in mind next. Mary's low moans changed to high-pitched squeals. Her hips were bucking up and her pelvis bone was bumping against his chin. It didn't take much to make this chick cum. She was panting and giggling like a schoolgirl. He lifted his head from between her legs and wiped her juices from his face. "Holy fuck, Josey. That was fucking awesome. I haven't cum that hard in so long," she said. Binkle stood up straight. Her legs were wrapped around his hips. "Then I guess it's just too bad," he said. She looked up at him. Her eyes were confused. "Too bad about what?" "That I won't be back this way to take care of your needs." He put his hand around the shaft of his cock and rubbed the head along her slit. Mary lifted her head off the table and looked down between her legs. Her confused eyes got wide and frightened. "Holy shit. I forgot your dick is so big," she said in a soft voice. "Yeah. This is the part where I'm sorry," he said. Mary chuckled. "There you go again being so sorry. What's up with that?" she said. He pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. Mary winced and reached down to push against his belly. "Jesus, Josey. Go slow. It's my first time," she said behind her clenched teeth. He paused. The head of his cock was smothered between her warm, moist pussy lips. "Your first time?" "Well ... My first time today," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Binkle grinned and chuckled. He leaned forward and pushed his cock into her. It sunk in a few inches. Mary screamed. Her back arched off the table and her fingernails dug into his flesh. "Oh God," she cried. Binkle eased up. Her back dropped to the table again. "That's what I'm so sorry for," he said. He pushed his hips forward again. Another couple of inches of his cock slid into her pussy. Her back arched off the table and her heels dug into his lower back and she let out a low, deep groan. He worked his cock back and forth, sliding it in and out of her pussy. "Does it hurt?" he said. She looked up into his eyes and nodded. "Does it feel good?" Mary nodded, and then she grinned. "Fuck yeah. I always wanted to get fucked by a big, fat cock," she said. Binkle held her slender hips in both hands, rocking his own hips back and forth. Mary groaned each time his cock pushed a little deeper inside her. "What about your boyfriend?" Binkle said, and looked over at the unconscious guy in the chair. His mouth hung open, and he had a drop of drool running down his chin. Mary looked at him, too, and shook her head. "He's got a lot of money and that's nice, but, I mean ... It's nothing like getting fucked by a big cock like you got," she said. Binkle smiled. "That's sweet. How much of it do you want?" he said. He pushed forward with his hips. She yelped and grabbed his forearms with both hands and squeezed. Another inch or so of his cock sunk into her. "I think that's deep enough," she said. Binkle bent over her and put both hands on the table, on either side of her head. He rocked back and forth slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy only a little bit. With a girl like her, he couldn't just start pounding away at her. He had to work up to it, give her time to take it all in. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open, panting and groaning. He was pushing his cock into her a little harder and a little faster. Mary didn't seem to object to it. From the way she was moaning and pulling him tighter with her heels in his ass, he would think she was really getting into it. The table, though, didn't seem to be enjoying any of it. The way it was rocking and creaking on its legs, it felt like it might collapse any second. Mary was holding onto him with her legs, and Binkle was holding onto the table. He would have to hurry up and finish before it busted into splinters and he fell on top of her. He stopped pumping with his hips. Mary was panting. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Josey? What's wrong?" she said. He straightened up between her legs. His cock was still about half in her pussy. "I think we're gonna break this table," he said. He pulled back from between her legs. His cock slid out of her pussy. Mary groaned. "God. I feel so empty," she said, and pushed on her belly, just above her pubic bone. Binkle took her hand and helped her sit up. "Let's go over here," he said. Mary slipped off the edge of the wobbly table and tried to stand up. Her knees were as wobbly as the legs of the table. She grabbed the edge of the table. "Shit. I don't think I can stand up," she said with a nervous chuckle. Binkle held her arm. "I'll help you." He guided her over to the sofa. His long, thick cock wagged in front of him like a stiff tail stuck to the front of his body. He sat down on the sofa. His cock stood straight up from his lap. With his fingers, he motioned for her to come toward him. Mary put her hand on her hip. "Who do you think you are? You're not my boss," she said. Binkle put his hand around his cock, near the base, and pointed it in her direction. "Right now I am your boss," he said, and grinned. Mary glared at him for a long time, until the anger in her eyes faded, and she smiled. "Yeah. I like it when you're the boss," she said. She knelt in front of him and pulled his knees apart. She reached up and took his cock from his hand. Binkle grinned. It was like she was holding the end of a baseball bat. She angled his cock toward her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked the head. She sucked it between her lips and moved her head back and forth a few times. "Mmm. I love the taste of my pussy on your cock," she said. She put the end of it in her mouth again and started sucking. Binkle closed his eyes. He loved the feel of her warm, wet mouth around his cock, almost as much as he loved the feel of her warm, tight pussy. Mary had both hands around his shaft and was pumping up and down. Her head bobbed on the end of his cock. Binkle brushed her hair out of her face with his fingers. Her eyes looked up at him, and she smiled back at him, around the thick cock in her mouth. She pulled his cock out. A big drop of saliva ran down his shaft and over her hands. "Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" she said. Binkle shook his head. "I wasn't counting on it." "That's good," Mary said and stood up. "You got fat balls, and I bet they got a lot of cum in them. I want all of that cum in my pussy." She lifted her leg over his and straddled his lap. With one hand around his cock and one hand on his shoulder, she rubbed the head of his cock on her wet slit. Binkle closed his hands over her boobs. Mary bit her lower lip. She lowered her weight a bit. The head of his cock pierced her pussy lips. She whimpered. "Oh God. This is gonna feel so good," she said in a soft, whiny voice. Binkle sighed. He had to agree. This was going to feel really good. She let herself down and a few more inches of his cock slid into her body. She was wet, but she was still tight. Binkle kept his hands on her boobs and gritted his teeth. It would be too easy to give in to the desire to put his hands on her ass and mash her all the way down on his cock. He wanted to fuck her, not kill her. "Oh God ... Oh fuck," Mary said. She rocked herself up and down on the top half of his cock. Binkle had his eyes squeezed shut and moaned. He loved the feel of her warm, tight pussy around his cock. With her hands on each of his shoulders, she pushed herself down on his cock. It slid a few inches deeper into her pussy until it bumped up against her cervix, and she yelped. "Damn. That's deep. How much of it do I have inside me?" Mary reached down between her legs and put her hand around the shaft of his cock. "You got about half of it, I think," Binkle said. Mary moved her hand up and down his shaft, all the way up to where it was buried in her pussy. "Jesus. I don't think I'll ever have a guy as deep inside me as you are," she said. "Probably not." Binkle slid his hands down her sides to the curve of her waist and helped her slide up and down on his cock. He moved her as slowly as he could. She winced each time she came down on it. That was about as fast as she could go, even though he would love to have been hard and rough with her. There were some advantages to fucking a girl who was half-human, half-daemon. He closed his eyes. She felt fantastic on his cock, even if he couldn't fuck her as fast or as hard as he wanted. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. He was pretty lucky that he got to enjoy the warm, soft flesh of such a hot young girl. He pushed into her a little faster with his hips. Mary was bent over him with her head on his shoulder, flinching and moaning. "Here it is, Mary. You're gonna make me cum," Binkle said. She didn't respond, as if she was too spaced out to hear him. He pulled her down hard on his cock. It throbbed and pulsed, and spewed gobs of hot cum deep in her pussy. He grunted and his hips bucked up with each surge of cum that flowed from his cock. It was a few seconds before Mary lifted her head off of Binkle's shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Josey? Are you cumming?" she said. "Uh ... Yes," he said, and groaned. His cock throbbed and spit more cum into her pussy. Her eyes blinked and bulged wide. "Inside me? You're cumming in me? God. That feels so awesome," she said. She sat up straight over him and bounced on his cock like she was trying to impale herself on it. She threw her head back and screamed. Binkle grabbed her boobs to hold onto her. It looked like she was going to fall over backward and land on her head. She kept bouncing on his cock for another minute or so, then she slowed and leaned over him again, panting. He was breathing hard, too. He was used to fighting vampyres and zombies and other nasty undead things. So why was it that fucking the hell out of a fourteen year old girl took so much out of him? Mary reached down between her legs. His thick cum was leaking out of her pussy and running down that shaft of his cock, over his balls and onto the cushions of the sofa. "Shit, Josey. That's a lot of cum. I knew you'd have a lot. Shit. My Mom's gonna kill me for that mess," Mary said. "It's a good thing that thing out there didn't get its hands on you, or we wouldn't be in here making a mess all over your Mom's couch," Binkle said. Mary smiled at him. She reached out and touched his cheek. She was still moving up and down on his cock. "Josey?" she said. "Yeah?" "I love to get fucked in the ass. You wanna fuck my ass?" Binkle opened his mouth to answer. Before he could speak, the light from a pair of headlights flashed across the walls of the room, and from outside was the sound of a vehicle coming up the driveway. They both looked toward the front windows. Mary grabbed one of the pillows with a red fringe and held it over her bare boobs. "Shit. I hope that's not my Mom and Dad," she said. Binkle lifted her off of his cock. It came out of her pussy with a wet slurp, and another deluge of his cum spilled on the cushions. He deposited Mary on the sofa and stood up. He pulled up his jeans, stuffed his long cock down into the leg and went over to the window. He pulled aside the curtain and looked out. In the driveway was a pickup truck. On the door of the truck were the words "City Dog Pound". "It's not your Mom and Dad," Binkle said. He opened the door and walked out. Behind him, Mary came to the window to peek out. The driver was standing next to his truck with his hands on his hips, looking around at all the pink heads on the ground. "What the hell happened here?" he said. Binkle nudged one of the heads by his foot. "Worst case of rabies I ever saw." The dog catcher walked over, stepping around the heads. They had all stopped snapping. Mary had come out of the house and was standing on the porch, with her hands over her chest. "Somebody's got to tell the owner," the dog catcher said. Binkle crouched and peeled the melted collar from the poodle's seared neck. Attached to the collar was a small metal tag with a name and an address. "I'll do it," Binkle said. * * * * He pounded on the door a few times until it finally opened. An old man peered out at him. "Yeah? What the hell do you want?" Binkle held up the collar. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I killed your dog." The Cerberus Incident Ch. 02 The old man squinted. "Fifi? You killed Fifi? What about my begonias?" "Pardon me?" Binkle said. "My begonias, damn it. That dog dug up my begonias. It took me three days to plant those begonias. Who's going to pay for them, huh?" Binkle shrugged and walked away. He slipped the collar into his pocket.