Chapter 6

Professor Nelson watched as debris and bodies were hauled away from the ruins of the prison. Rain was pouring from the early morning sky, yet the flames from the chaotic scene burned unhindered. They curled up around concrete and steel, reaching desperately for the sky in their insatiable hunger for air. The entire landscape had been essentially leveled, all grass and vegetation replaced with charred soil or blood-splattered rubble. It was around dawn, yet the black clouds held back the rising sun's light and warmth. The clean up crews had been working for twelve hours, yet the scene was just as hellish as the minutes after the plane crash. It was as if there was a toxic force in the area, a malevolent energy that kept the flames burning like thermite. So far, no survivors had been found, and the number of relatively intact corpses could be counted on one hand. Even with dental and DNA records, identifying even half the victims would be a true challenge.

It was being considered one of the most horrible tragedies in state, national, and aviation history. A prison riot, ended only by a plane crash-landing into the prison itself? Events like these were the stuff of nightmares, and Nelson feared that this was only the beginning. Even worse, the original police and SWAT officers that had arrived to contain the prison riot had been drawn in to the Black Stigmata's influence and went mad. Forensics showed the original perimeter set up around the prison had been generally unscathed from the explosion, meaning that every cop that had arrived at the scene had either gone in and gotten killed, or had run off and was now MIA. People would be asking questions, asking how this was possible. The BSC would have a very hard time concealing this.

This was like the village from the Middle East all over again, but on an even grimmer scale. Were cataclysms like these going to be occurring more and more frequently? Public shootings were already in the news seemingly every week, would massive riots and acts of cannibalism become daily front page? Jason Stevens was likely in that mess somewhere, killed by the other inmates, falling rubble, flames, or simple suffocation. Time to chalk up one more on the list of Black Stigmata Hosts to have their lives ruined.

Looking up at the sky and feeling the rain tap his glasses, Nelson wished the weather would clear up enough to let him smoke, or that he at least had an umbrella. Deciding that simply standing in the rain and staring into the sea of burning rubble wouldn't purge him of his guilt, he turned around and walked away. Might as well go home and grade papers...

Reaching the new established perimeter set up by the state police, he drew his BSC credentials to be released, For scenes like this, everyone going in or out had to be cleared. As the guard gave him permission to leave, a conversation between a nearby cop and police sergeant caught his attention.

"I think a prisoner might have escaped, we just got word of a car fire out in the woods. There were human remains inside."

Jason stood in front of Christi's front door, shaking like a leaf and wondering if this was a good idea. Considering the fact that his prison uniform was soaked in blood, he was rather doubtful. He knew she was here, alone. Her car was in the driveway, the only one. It had been a nightmare getting here, but he at least wanted to see her one last time. Slowly, he reached out and pressed the doorbell, hearing it ding throughout the house. Moments later, Christi's footsteps echoed through the halls and the doors opened. The moment she saw him, Christi threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying fresh tears that ran from her already puffy eyes.

"Oh god! I heard about the prison on the news! I thought you were dead! I've been sobbing all night!" she whimpered, holding him so tightly that Jason could barely breathe.

He returned the hug only lightly, hesitant to raise his arms. "I can't stay, Christi. I have to go ... I just came to say goodbye."

"What are you talking about? If you turn yourself in, it will prove your innocence in the death of that cop! If you run, you'll just look guilty!"

"I am guilty, Christi ... I didn't kill that cop, but I ... I did something horrible. I did something unspeakable and they'll lock me up forever if they find me. Besides, it's not safe for you or anyone else if I stay, I have to get out of the state for your sake."

Christi pulled away, only now aware of the blood that coated his face and uniform. Fear brushed up against her like a cold draft after stepping out of the shower, but she pushed that fear aside. She had known Jason most of her life, she knew that he wasn't capable of something as horrible as he was talking about.

"Listen, just come inside, clean yourself off, get something to eat, and let's talk about this!" she pleaded, trying to pull him inside.

Jason sighed, having known that this wouldn't be a quick goodbye like he wanted. "All right."

Jason was kneeling naked with a towel around his waist in front of the toilet, vomiting like it was Mardi Gras. In his hand was a bottle of mouthwash, with half a liter of rubbing alcohol poured in. Over and over again, he chugged the acid mixture and then forced himself to vomit it back out. He couldn't stand it, the knowledge that the flesh and blood of two people that he had murdered and cannibalized—one of them brutally raped first—was in his body. That wasn't even counting all of the possessed people from the prison that he had murdered. It made him want to slit his wrists in guilt and disgust. This seemed like the only way he could clean out his mouth and stomach, and if it weren't for the fact that it would kill him in the process, he would have mixed in some bleach.

He had already spent the last hour showering with scalding hot water, trying to rub off every flake of blood and flesh that clung to him like glue, as well as scrub the sin off his soul.

"Jason, I got some of my brother's and dad's clothes that should fit you. Though I just don't have it in me to let you use their underwear," Christi said from the other side of the locked door, adding the last part to try and ease the tension between them.

"Just a second," Jason grumbled, washing his mouth out one last time to get rid of the taste of vomit.

Getting up, he tightened the towel around his waist and looked at himself in the mirror. The symbols that the Black Stigmata had implanted in his brain were glowing with reinforced radiance. They had finally begun to wane when the prison riot happened. Oh well, if there was a silver lining, it was that they had helped him shoot attackers when he was making his escape. With a grid of stationary symbols spread out across his field of vision, he had been able to use many of the symbols as crosshairs, or even laser scopes. Damn, he had shot a lot of guards and prisoners ... He couldn't even remember how many people he had killed ... What had he become? Turning his attention back to Christi, he opened the door and graciously accepted the clothes.

"Come on downstairs, you look like you could use a good home-cooked meal."

Jason tried to smile, but his lips just twisted. "I can't, I need to leave. If anyone knew I was here, you would be arrested for harboring a criminal. Besides, it would be safer for everyone if I just disappeared," he said sadly, stepping back into the bathroom.

Christi moved past the door and cornered him. "Aren't you going to talk to your parents or your sister?"

"If my parents knew I was alive, they would never stop worrying about me, and it would only endanger them. Besides ... I don't want my last memory of Colleen to be seeing her in the hospital, unable to walk and still recovering from being brutally gang-raped. I would rather never get a final goodbye than have to see her in that state."

"Jason, what is going on? What happened? What did you do? I know there is something you're not telling me! Just tell the truth!"

Jason's mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to figure out what he should tell her. He wanted to tell the truth to someone, to verbally explain why it wasn't his fault and be believed and even forgiven. But would Christi even listen to him? He didn't want to leave her with the knowledge that the man she loved had just raped and eaten a woman. And if he started talking about the Black Stigmata, it would just put her in danger, not to mention she would assume he was lying or he was crazy. Wait ... crazy!

"Christi, I ... I've ... Christi, I've been losing my mind for the past month. I'm going insane and it just gets worse and worse every day. I'm hallucinating, I'm hearing voices, I'm having horrible nightmares that won't let me sleep, and I'm blacking out and doing things that I don't remember doing, or remember them only too late. I might even have killed that cop. Christi, I ... I murdered someone last night, without knowing it. I woke up this morning next to their bloody corpse," he stammered, feeling tears of guilt budding from his eyes as he thought back to the woman.

He was starting to remember now, what he had done specifically to her. Bits and pieces of the previous night were flashing across his mind's eye like a flipbook with most of its pages missing. He remembered stabbing her in the knee and throat, he remembered groping her and brutalizing her insides with his fingers, he remembered forcing himself on her and staring into her eyes as his cock skewered her pussy again and again, he remember sodomizing her tight asshole as her blood ran down the hood of her car, and he remembered ... tearing the flesh off her body with his teeth and making her scream in agony. He remembered the taste and even the toughness of the meat, from her soft breasts to her firm ass.

Christi's face turned to marble in a concoction of fear and disbelief, terrified by the very idea that Jason had actually killed someone, and that he may kill again without even being able to control himself. But she could see it in Jason's face, how much it truly haunted him and how much he was cursing himself. Was it true? Did he really have some sort of mental disease? She had never heard of any kind of psychological condition striking so suddenly.

Rushing over, Christi again wrapped her arms tightly around Jason and buried her face in his chest. "If you're sick, then all you need is medication and you'll be fine! You don't have to go to jail for this! I don't know why you feel the need to punish yourself when you haven't done anything wrong!"

"Christi..."

At the mentioning of her name, Christi looked up and joined her lips with Jason's, with their deep breathing instantly degenerating into rapid pants. The more and more their lips touched, the more energized their bodies became. They hadn't been able to have sex in weeks (not counting Jason's possession the previous night), and the two of them could barely even think straight from the lust that had been building up during their separation. Separating from Christi, Jason moved his lips up and down her neck over and over, heralding the transition from simply kissing.

Pulling Jason back, Christi sat up on the sink counter and pulled off her shirt. Jason continued kissing her while fumbling with the clasp of her bra, all while Christi kept her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hands shaky from excitement (and the stress of throwing up so many times), he finally managed to release the clasp and let Christi's c-cup breasts spring forth from their cloth prison. Upon their release, Jason took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking on her areola ravenously while massaging her left breast in his hand.

Moaning from the sensation of being touched so intimately, Christi pulled off her sweat pants and panties and kicked them aside, then hungrily clawed at the makeshift knot holding the towel around Jason's waste. With the two of them naked, Christi once against wrapped her legs around Jason and moved forward, letting him penetrate her with his trembling erection. So hot that Christi felt like it would burn her, she moaned and panted as the head of Jason's cock forced open the soft lips of her pussy and worked its way deep inside her body.

Upon fully inserting himself, Jason moved his hands to Christi's thighs and picked her up, making her yelp in surprise before he pushed her against the wall. Using his arms to hold her off the ground and the friction of her bare back against the drywall, Jason began swinging his pelvis like a pendulum, driving up into her with all his strength while grinding his cock against the very back of her velvet sleeve. Terrified of falling, Christi wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. However, with how hard Jason was ramming her slit and how deep the head of his cock was delving, it was difficult for her to even maintain control of her muscles.

True, Jason had always been pretty energetic in bed and with good stamina, but he was fucking her now as if he was angry, like he was taking his frustrations out on her. She sure as hell didn't mind; this was already some of the best sex they had ever had. Every time he thrust into her, she could feel his dick violently kissing the entrance to her womb. More than moaning, it was making her bite her lip and growl like an animal.

"Harder, faster!" she demanded while chewing on his ear.

Happy to obey, he lowered her to her feet, pulled out of her, and spun her around. Pushing her back against the wall, he returned his right hand to her thigh and used it to lift her leg and grant him access. Jason resumed fucking her, driving his cock deep into her luscious body with deep, brutal shoves. This new angle left Christi moaning with happiness, as she felt his cock stir up whole new corners of her pussy like he was mashing potatoes. With each shove he made, her whole body tingled with bliss and her tits bounced as if she were jogging topless. While Jason worked, she pushed against the wall with one arm and used her free hand to frantically rub her clit.

Jason was just as enthusiastic, having missed her body horribly while in prison. He hadn't even masturbated since before he was arrested, it was just too creepy to jack off in that dark cell. Even though he had ejaculated several times the previous night while under the nail's control, he felt like his balls would explode if he didn't cum soon. He had missed the feeling of wearing Christi like a condom, missed the taste and feel of her soft skin, and missed just being with her.

"Oh yes, OH YES!" Christi screamed, experiencing her first climax while Jason used his left hand to pull on her hair.

Still brimming with energy and with the fluid of Christi's orgasm running down his scrotum, Jason leaned back while pulling Christi with him, then moved both hands to the backs of her knees and again picked her up, this time with her leaning against him. Her knees were bent, her legs spread wide open, and she was completely at Jason's mercy.

"Oh Jesus!" Christi yelped, having seen this position occasionally online but never thinking she would ever experience it herself. Holy shit this was painful!! She was not flexible enough to have her legs spread so far!

Having stayed inside her the whole time, Jason began bucking his hips while leaning back, once again using only his lower body to drive up into her as fast as he could. Christi was screaming in pleasure, but also in pain. The tendons around her pelvis felt like they were about to snap, and with Jason's cock driving into her like a wedge, fear of being split open like a piece of firewood filled her.

"Oh god! You're being too rough!"

"Then how about we try something else?"

Still holding Christi up, he moved in front of the mirror, letting her see herself as he pulled out of her sopping wet pussy.

"Don't do that! It's too embarrassing!" she yelped, having never seen herself in the mirror while getting fucked.

Lifting her up higher, he moved his cock between her ass cheeks.

"Put it in for me, you know you want it."

"No way! I've only had a couple fingers in there! You'll tear me apart!"

"Trust me."

Biting her lip, Christi slowly reached down between her spread legs and grasped Jason's cock, still slick with her juices. Momentarily holding it out, she leaned her head forward and spat a glob of saliva on the tip for some extra lubrication. She would certainly need it. With her saliva and pussy juice coating Jason's cock, she guided the head to her tight virgin anus. Feeling it pressed against the tip, Jason lowered Christi down onto it. As soon as the head began to spread the ring of her asshole, Christi began to pant and wince like she was getting a tattoo.

Even with the mix of saliva and pussy juice on the head of his cock, squeezing in Christi was trying to penetrate a clenched fist. After the first quarter-inch, the protective skin gave way to soft wet flesh, and while intense friction remained, Jason was able to slowly insert his whole manhood into her.

"Oh god, it's too big! You're going to break me!" Christi screamed, unable to take her eyes off the mirror and watching as she lost her backdoor virginity.

Slowly, Jason lowered her all the way down, burying his cock in her tight asshole up to the base. He gave Christi a few moments to get used to the huge mass inside her. Once her breathing calmed and her expression showed less pain, he raised her up and watched as she winced from the near removal of his cock. Keeping the head in, he lowered back down and listened her whine, noting the pleasure mixed with the pain.

"How do you like it?" he asked, repeating the process over again and using his arms to slowly raise and drop her over and over again.

"Ah! Ah! AAAHHH!" she screamed in reply, blushing from the building arousal.

As he picked up speed, Jason noticed an immediate change in Christi's behavior. Originally, her arms had out behind her in an attempt to hold onto him in case his hands slipped. Now she was using one hand to massage her breasts and her other hand to finger herself. Her screams of pain had transformed into moans of euphoria and her face was flushed with arousal.

"You look so slutty right now," Jason laughed while running his tongue along her neck.

"I can't help it, it feels so good!" she cried without taking her eyes off the mirror.

It was as if she was gaining more pleasure through watching herself getting sodomized than feeling the sodomy itself. Jason was the opposite, he was using the mirror for Christi's sake, but he was focusing solely on the physical sensations. Her asshole was clutching his manhood so tightly, that each time he pulled out, it was like trying to win a tug of war. But goddamn, she was so soft and wet inside! Of course her pussy could be described the same way, but this was a completely different sensation! Yet no matter how good it felt, the building fatigue in his arms could not be ignored.

Trying to lessen the strain and last longer, he brought her legs together and crossed his arms under the back of her knees. At the same time, he divided his movement into two subdivisions: using his arms to move Christi, and swinging his body to drive into her. Every time he lifted her up, he would pull his pelvis back, and every time he brought her down, he thrust into her loosening anus.

"Christi ... My arms ... I can't keep up."

"Don't stop! Oh god, it feels so good! Keep fucking me, please!"

"Relax, we just have to change positions."

Using the last few drops of strength in his arms, he lowered her to the ground and immediately bent her over the sink. His arms may have been dead, but the rest of his body was still rearing to go. However, deciding to give his body just a slight break, he got down on his knees and spread Christi's ass. Her anus was so loose from the pounding it had just taken that it was practically still gaping. Leaning forward, he hungrily inserted his tongue into her anus. He wouldn't be able to do this after he came inside her, so he might as well go down on her while he still could.