This story introduces two characters to the readers. I will bring them back every once in a while but this was the first time I used them they came to me as a result of a story written called Yukon by – well it does not matter. It is a continuation to a story "Yukon."
A couple go to Yukon, wife is fucked silly by a scum bag monster of a man who has done it before to others; husband is forced to put up with it until he finally figures out a way to kill the monster. Wife tells him monster is twice as long and around as husband; that monster gives her multiple orgasms, she enjoys it. After he kills the monster the wife asks why he killed the monster. Husband does a little anal with wife -- wife tells him monster got there first because husband did not help with work around cabin while monster was fucking the moaning wife.
Husband, who has no name in any of the stories, stays with the wife and of course she is pregnant and gives him some shit about it could be his, when there is no way in hell it could be his as only the Monster was fucking her when she was fertile and of course she will not have an abortion.
This made me think about evil and evil people creating other evil people. Would a woman who married Hitler knowing how much of a monster he really was, would she become a monster or would she already be a monster? Would their spawn be a monster too, or would the wife develop it? And what would someone who could do something do when two monsters make a third.
And then there are others, where the husband and wife fight the monster even unto their own deaths.
That is what we are dealing with here. The monster is dead but his spawn is buried within the wife of another man, I am that man. What is the husband to do?
The answer is simple for me:
I KILL MONSTERS!
I had just rid the world of two more monsters, now I was a monster too. My method of ending their existence was brutal. I smeared them with seal blubber and seal oil and let them play with the killer whales that have a fondness for seals.
We had our own boat. I knew I would need it. The planning had taken many years, and I was careful. No one would catch me. The Sound was quiet and the night dark. There was little light from the moon and now I was alone in the Sound.
The monsters were dead and now for the second part of my plan.
The light was bright enough to blind me. I went down in the boat as I was hit on the side of the head with something heavy. When I woke up I was unable to move, I was blindfolded and I had something in my mouth to prevent me from making a sound.
The next thing I remembered was being lifted into the air. I was afraid and did not know why I was flying. Then I was falling and I hit something cold and hard. There was a vibration and the sound of motors and the feeling of movement, slow rolling movement.
I was dragged onto a cart of some type and then more movement. The world was moving and rolling. I wanted to ask questions, but I could not. I wanted to know if the sounds around me would tell me where I was, but again there was nothing. Then I was alone.
Some time passed how much I don't know. Then I heard a voice,
"I saw you kill them."
I could not respond, I was still gagged, but who the hell was this and why was she talking to me. Yes "she," it was a woman her voice low and gravelly, but it was a woman.
It took a long time before the voice came back. I was still strapped into a chair or something; at least I thought I was. I knew I could not move. I sat there cold and hungry. The hood that I now wore was lifted enough to take the gag out of my mouth with a warning that I was not to talk. Something was put into my mouth and I was told to suck, it was a straw. I was still in the dark but now I was not thirsty. Then something else was put into my mouth and I ate. Then more water and then the gag is again placed in my mouth.
I was there so long that I soiled myself. After an unknown time I was told to lift up as best I could, I was then hit with a spray of water from a powerful hose and I could smell bleach. I sat wet and cold. Was this the place for monsters?
These events took place over and over, with no apparent rhythm or discernable pattern. My senses were distorted, time had no meaning. I went from one extreme to another.
The darkness, the rolling of the ship, at least I still thought it was a ship, the vibration of the motors and the periodic change in movement, did nothing to help me understand.
I don't know how long I was there; it could have been days or weeks. Then I felt something cold and heavy going around my ankles, as well as my writs. Then the blindfold was taken off and I was in the dark but I could just make out a form in front of me. I could hear movement. Time passed but I could not tell how much, but the form stayed.
"You want to tell me why you did it, are you a monster too?" the form asked.
"Lady, I have no idea what you are talking about. Did what?" I asked.
I could tell without seeing, even in the dark, she was shaking her head and making strange noises.
"I'm going to let you get up but you are going to have one hell of a time moving. So don't fuck with me or you are dead."
She cut the tape on my legs to the chair and then went behind me and undid the handcuffs.
"Stand up but don't try to walk yet." She added.
It was still dark where ever I was so I just did as she said. I was swaying back and forth as I stood there.
She turned some lights on low and then slowly turned them up. I looked around and back to my captor. She was about forty five years old and looked like she had lived a hard life. Her face bore the signs of scars superimposed on her with anger, but still it looked like a beautiful face. She had obviously not taken care of her skin and by being out in the ocean for years she looked worn; at least I thought we were out in the ocean.
Now I was sure that I could hear the ship moving through the water. She told me to follow her and she walked over and opened the bulkhead hatch to the outside. The sun shone in and it was easy to follow my captor's walk. She had an obvious limp. I tried to follow, not paying attention and damn near ended up on my face. She had used leg irons and the same weight was used on my wrists. There was a belt around my waist and a cable through the belt to each wrist as well as my ankles. It was a combination of a perp walk and being on a chain gang.
I was moving almost my body weight with each step. I was going to be able to move but not very fast. When I was finally outside and then through a gangway to the bridge I got a real good look at what was happening. I was on a ship, about 80 foot, a deep sea fishing boat.
I asked where the captain and crew was, thinking I could get some help. Then it dawned on me that getting help would mean getting convicted of a double murder. Well I had nothing to really worry about, there was no crew. Everything that was done was done by my captor, as I would later find out.
Again she approached me, she did not smile, and she just said again,
"You killed them. You are a monster. But you also killed Pierre, and he was a monster too."
"Lady, I don't have any idea what you are talking about. I did not kill anyone and when you picked me up I was alone because I went out alone. And I don't know anyone named Pierre." I wanted to stick with the same lie.
She hit me with a Taser and I went down. I could feel my body convulsing.
"Don't lie to me again" she told me.
After a very long time I was finally able to get to my feet; it was hard to do secured as I was. It was like moving a leg and not being able to move my arm at the same time.
"You killed your wife and child in the Sound and you killed Pierre on the island. Tell me why you did it and I may kill you quickly."
I sat in the chair she moved to put handcuffs on me. I could have grabbed her, with some difficulty, but I didn't. I was a monster and I wanted her to kill me, quickly if possible.
She circled me like I was prey and she a predator and maybe we each filled that role. She came so close that I could see every line on her face as she examined me, looking for the softest spot for the first hit. She had been cut on her face; jagged cuts that had hurt being made, and hurt to remember, but there was no sign of any plastic surgery. She was as they healed, but I could tell that the real scars were within, like mine, still burning with pain and fresh to the memory.
The scars on her face were no longer red and angry but there was the look of pain and death in her face. Her eyes were lifeless; there was no light in them. I had seen those eyes too, every time I shaved. I knew there was more, she walked with a limp.
"I will tell you first and then you will tell me." She said. "I knew the monster and he touched me, he made me as you see me now. But I was not always this way. I came from a line of fishermen on the east coast. I had a happy childhood, I went to sea with my father and brothers in a boat much like this one. I went to school and college and fell in love and I married.
.... There is more of this story ...