Message-ID: <7382eli$9803301903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New Incubus by Darkside 1/9 tg tort cops romance Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998033023533400.SAA02071@ladder01.news.aol.com> I'm posting this for Darkside. This is not my story. VT Incubus Part 1/9 (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 21 or easily offended, stay away. ------------------------------------------------ Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside. ============================ Notes: I always try and experiment in my stories, sometimes it works, sometimes not. It worked very well in Fury and in this one, well you decide. This story should not be read by anyone under 21 yrs of age or the easily offended. It contains scenes of graphic violence, and sexual material. It in no way condones the behaviour shown below and any scenes shown below are for dramatic purposes only. Any reference to anybody or anything is accidental and for dramatic purposes only. This story is set in the Fury 'universe'. However the story does 'stand alone' so don't let the above request put you off. Reading the Fury Trilogy after this will change the face of this story so in effect you are getting two stories for the price of one. You can find fury at http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/Magic-ScFi/hell-hath-no-fury The only payment I demand for this story is that you mail me with any comments(good or bad) or questions. You may store/mail this where-ever you wish but you may NOT charge for it. If you want to publish it, mail me and we'll talk. Many Thanks To Vickie Tern(VickieTern@aol.com) for her support, input and downright patience. Comments etc to darkside@nym.alias.net Incubus (c)1998 By Darkside. ============================ Incubus: 1. A demon believed in folklore to lie upon sleeping persons, esp to have intercourse with sleeping women. 2. Something that disturbs greatly, esp a nightmare or obsession. 1976 Arkansas. "Oh yes more ,more, more" came the moan from the next room. He lay in his bed listening to the sounds coming from his mom's bedroom, his hands over his ears. His nine year old body shaking in fear. His mind went back to that fateful day where dad had walked out after finding out about mom and the man next door. Since then this had been the only way to bring enough money in to live on. Today was Tuesday, Tuesday was when Mr Burns came around. Mr Burns liked him to join in as well. 21 Years Later. He walked down the high street in nonchalant fashion. The sun shone on this bright September day forming ever lengthening shadows on the ground where he walked. Looking at those shadows he speeded up his walk. The casual swagger abandoned in order to avoid the twilight. The twilight was when THEY came. They always came at twilight. He'd just finished his shift and was walking home on what he called 'route b'. This involved avoiding the busy shopping malls and avoiding the typical late 20th century rat race. 'Route b' was a much more scenic route. Well as scenic as you could get living in an urban sprawl. People made him nervous and so he avoided them wherever he could. He preferred the safety and security of his own company than that of his fellow man. There was something about other people that made him on edge, as though there was something inside them that was evil and was trying to drag him down to hell. The light was beginning to fade quickly now. He had to get home soon or else face up to THEM again. He quickened his pace into a slow run ,he must get home no matter the cost. As he ran past well kept gardens he knew that he would be too late. He could feel the oppression in his mind, the voices that demanded things of him, tried to make him obey their will would soon start. He must hurry. In the dying embers of the day a last glow of sunshine broke thru the clouded sky and bathed him in light. He stood transfixed as salvation came upon him. The voice inside his head was smooth but powerful. It said "You are my chosen one. The world has become evil and I have chosen you to stop it". He fell on his knees in awe. "What should I do?" He called. "Women are the cause. Since they tempted Adam so long ago they now tempt mankind. It was by a woman's hand that caused man's downfall. You must stop temptation again before the end of all things." The sunlight left and the day drew to a close. Breathless from his revelation he ran the remainder of the way home. His encounter had driven THEM away. He now saw things clearly, he knew what his mission was to be. When he got home he managed to find his old family bible and he opened it and read Genesis chapter 3. The voice was right. The woman did do it, the woman was the serpent. So the world could see the truth he now knew the woman must become the serpent again. That was his new role, his destiny. Fourteen months later. He stood astride her, his foot placed firmly on the small of her back. She was whimpering softly, unable to speak properly. Her slender body pressing deep into the ground. The wood silent apart from the buzz of the crickets. "Don't worry. Soon you will be back where you belong" he said. Her only reply was to struggle some more. "Now for your atonement." he said as he brought the axe down in a smooth practised motion. Detective Scott Harris took the call. He'd only just gotten to bed after a pretty shitty day. He'd just managed to creep into bed and get warmed up when his pager went off. Struggling not to wake up his wife, who was still asleep he managed to get to it and switch it off. Bleary eyed he walked to the phone and rang the station. "Wass up" He said sleepily. "Sorry to wake you but we found another one." The voice replied sombrely. "Fuck!, where?" "In Cranwell woods. Nobody saw anybody do anything. The MO's just like the rest. I sure hope we get this bastard soon." "OK I'll be right there." Dressing in a hurry was not in Scott's nature but ten years of working in homicide had taught him one thing about getting dressed in the middle of the night. Rule 1. Always check your zipper. He did so and slipped silently out of the house. The small patch of woodland, known to the locals as Cranwell woods was about 10 miles out of town, and it would take Scott about 20 minutes to get there. As he drove past deserted streets he thought about the case, his case. "I hope to God I catch this bastard soon" he thought. In an attempt to clear his mind he switched on the radio. Carmina Burana O Fortuna was just ending and the news started. "And the hot news tonight is that Robert Abbey has been appointed the defending attorney in the Dr Elizabeth Bexley trial. As you are no dou" Scott flicked the radio off in disgust. Firstly he was fed up with the media always going on about the Bexley trial all day, every day. But what really got in his craw was that the officer in charge of the case had it so easy. Rich heiress, pissed off at being jilted blows her ex-fiancee's wife's head off in front of hundreds of witnesses at an airport. Simple open and shut case. Not like this one at all. The blue and red flashing lights, casting distorted shadows thru the trees told him he was at the place. Paramedics were still on site but their movements told him they were too late. He drew up beside a squad car and got out. After he flashed his badge at the officer guarding the site he met his partner, Tina. The tears in her brown eyes told him his worst fears were true. "Is it?" He asked. "Yep, Take a look if you want. I gotta get outta here" she said softly. "Forensics been down here?" "Yeah. As usual they found squat, just the usual. Andrew's still here though." "Fine I'll go talk to him" And Scott walked off. "Hi Doc" Scott said to Andrew. Andrew was crouched down, his flashlight sweeping the ground for any missed evidence. "Uh Hi" Andrew replied. "Can I take a look?" Scott asked. "Sure, we've taken all the photo's we need for the moment. We just need to do the front." "Why don't you come too and tell me what you've found?" Scott asked. "Okay I was headed back that way anyway." Scott and Andrew threaded their way thru damp, thick bushes and ferns until they reached the point. Scott's flashlight beam fell on the place and he nearly threw up in disgust. Only ten years of this kinda shit stopped him. The shape resembled a young woman, laying face down. Her arms were missing and her body was clothed in what looked like fake snake skin swimsuit . Her legs had been bound together using thick adhesive tape and obviously placed inside a roughly sewn PVC tail, which were covered again with brown and black snake scales. Blood was still seeping out of the bloody sockets where her arms had been and a large bruise was starting to form on the small of her back. The head was shaven all over and a snake-skin hood was lying close by. "Did you take that off?" Scott asked pointing at the hood. "Yeah, we needed to see if it was the same as all the rest". "Can we turn her over?" Scott asked. "Sure, I was about to do that. We'd better get some photographers over here first" Andrew replied. "I'll go get them" Scott said, still feeling sick from the sight he'd just witnessed. A few minutes later Scott returned and turned the body over. The feeling of nausea returned as he looked at the face of the dead girl. The girls eyes, still open showed great pain and fear. Blood was seeping from her mouth. She must've been about 25. The photographers did their grisly work with their usual efficiency and this allowed Scott to get a closer look. Her mouth was bloated as though something was inside. He reached down to open her mouth, knowing what he would find but he needed to confirm it. "Better put these on first" Andrew said handing Scott a pair of translucent latex gloves. "Thanks" Scott said and put them on. Scott reached into the woman's mouth and found a golf ball sized rubber ball inside. It had obviously been used to stop her screams. "Pass me the flashlight would'ja" Scott asked. Andrew gave it to him and bent down to look over Scott's shoulder. Scott switched the beam on and looked into the woman's mouth. He heard a "fucking hell" from Andrew but what he saw inside came as no surprise. Parts of her tongue had been cut away to make it much thinner than usual, a long section had been removed from the middle of the tongue giving it a fork shape. "This wound is quite old, maybe a few days. Look how it'd started to heal" Andrew said. "I want this mother-fucker, I want him bad" Scott said bitterly. "Yeah I know" Andrew replied, he'd seen many corpses in his time but these ones were the worst. A shout went up from a way back "Hey get over here, I found something". Scott and Andrew stood up and ran to where the sound came from. A young, fresh faced officer was busily throwing up whilst his more experienced partner stood there holding the flashlight on the ground. Scott looked down at two severed arms, laying side by side on the ground. The grass was dark where blood had poured from the open wounds. "Looks like she was trying to squirm her way to the road when she died" Andrew said. "What's your initial thoughts? "Scott asked Andrew. "Too early to give a proper prognosis but I'd say she was brought here already bound and gagged and then held to the ground with his foot on the small of her back. Judging by ragged wounds and exposed bone I say that he then proceeded to hack off each arm with a large implement such as an axe. Notice several smaller wounds around each shoulder, all at different angles. I'd say he had to have several goes in order to sever each arm. He then clears off and leaves her to die from blood loss." Andrew said. "How long would this take?" Scott asked. He already sort of knew the answer but he wanted a second opinion. "About 5-10 minutes depending on size, fitness etc. I guess she's been dead about 3-4 hours judging by the bruise's and amount of blood around. I'll know more when we get her back." "So she crawled about 100-150 yards in that time. I guess we should be able to see the blood trail." Scott said. "Yep. Scott you look beat why don't you go home and leave the rest to us." "OK let me know what you find out" And Scott walked away. The radio on the way back was still on about the Bexley trial so it stayed silent for the rest of the journey. By the time he got home it was 4am and unable to sleep he poured himself a large brandy to try and keep the nightmares at bay. He awoke with a headache, some 5 hours later with the smell of freshly cooked bacon in his nostrils. His wife, Rebecca was calling to him "Hunny breakfast". "OK dear now coming" He called. Slowly getting up he walked into his kitchen and sat down in front of his favorite breakfast. His face must have betrayed something as his wife asked "Another one huh?" Scott paused for a few moments and then said "Yeah, this one was the worst yet. Sorry but I want to leave my work where it belongs. You're my last outpost of sanity in an insane, perverse world. When I get thru that door we're in sitcom mode. We may have ups and downs but there's always a happy ending and a little moral lesson at the end." "Hey, I know, now eat up" and she bent down and kissed him on the cheek. Scott felt his cock swell, She's still got it he thought. A few minutes and a prolonged kiss later Scott was on his way to the station. So far the precinct had done a good job of covering things up about this but he didn't know how much longer it would last. His team was waiting for him as he walked into the briefing room. For a lot of them this was their first homicide case and certainly first serial rapist. He looked across at their faces and was amazed at how quickly they had lost their innocence. When they'd first been assigned to this case they were all keen and raring to go. Their heads full of Cagney and Lacy, Perry Mason and Dirty Harry. As soon as they saw that first dismembered corpse nearly a year ago those illusions about working in homicide were shattered. Now all that remained was grim determination. Good. The chattering ceased as Scott cleared his throat. "Thanks for coming Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sure you all know what happened last night." "For those who don't know what the hell I'm going on about and have been drafted in after last nights events I'm going to outline the known facts. After I've done that you may ask any questions you may have and I'll do my best to answer them." The was a small pause as Scott allowed his audience to settle. He put the first of his slides on the OHP and switched it on. He was about to speak and the bulb blew. "Fuck" he swore. "Never mind I'll continue without it" He said and pushed the non-functioning OHP away. "The first attack occurred nearly a year ago, if you look in your notes you can see the pictures of that first victim. Notice how her tongue has been mutilated to form a fork shape and how her legs have been bound as though to form a snake's tail. Now the coroner says she was still alive and conscious when her arms were amputated. We later found out her name was Vickie Farrell and she was a waitress at the local Taco Bell. She went missing on her way home from her late shift and her worried parents called us the next day." The new members of his team's faces were pale and drawn as they took in the horrific picture in front of them. "You will notice that the killer tries, in each case to make his victim become serpent like. Our psycho-analysts and profilers can give no firm motive behind the attacks, only that they are carried out with much care. Their explanations range from a person with a snake fetish to some kind of snake woman hater. Frankly they haven't a clue what makes this guy think" Another pause to let his words sink in and then Scott started again. "There have been nine further attacks over the last 10 months, each one exactly the same. We've looked for a pattern for the attacks but can find none. There also appears to be no regular time pattern either. There was a four month break between the first and second killings for example. The geographic regions are different but all based in this state and each victim had no connection to the others. One thing has been noticed is that each victim was noticeably more attractive than the last. It's as though our killer is working his way up the beauty stakes." Puzzled faces on the new one's, that's good. "The Coroner's report each says the same thing and I suspect last night's will show the same. As I may have mentioned before the victim's arms are removed just prior to death by some kind of axe, probably one used for woodcutting . Their heads are shaved sometime before this and judging by the stubble growth, shaved every day. We think the tongue is mutilated between five and eight days before death and judging from bruising around the legs and remains of the arms they are bound with wire and adhesive tape. The victim is also gagged using a device similar in size to a golf ball. Bruising around the mouth indicates that this is in place most of the time. The victim's genitals show signs of bruising indicating multiple rape during their captivity. Unfortunately their vagina has been cleaned before the killing so we have no semen samples from which to work. For such a violent death there are surprisingly few signs of struggle and we have no idea of the killer's method for preventing it. Bruising on the back shows us that the victims have been held down by a foot but the size and type of footwear used varies each time or we could not determine more detail from the bruising." Scott paused allowing time for the note makers to catch up. "Naturally we have focused on the places where the clothing, gags and axes can be obtained but in each case no one person has purchased all of items used. We've checked warehouses and factories for robberies and missing stock but once again drawn a blank." "We have contacted the FBI and they are carrying out their own investigation, liasing with us when required. However they are no nearer than we are to finding the killer. They did a physiological profile of the killer as well as the aforementioned psychological one but all it told us was that he is a white, male from 5'5 to 6 foot. Maybe overweight. In other words fuck all " "You can find more detailed reports of all the above in your notes, now questions." A hand went up. A young cop probably just transferred to homicide. She looked shocked at the horrific detail she'd just been shown. "Sir, could you tell us if you have worked out why the killer is going for increasing beautiful women?" "We have some theories on that, the one I go with is that he sees a woman as an unattainable thing. The more beautiful the more out of reach she is. Once he has conquered one level of beauty he moves onto the next." Scott said. "Why haven't we gone public with this?" Another cop asked. "Good question. We had Stephanie Lane snooping around a while ago but she agreed to keep it under wraps when we explained our reasoning. In fact the entire media have agreed to a complete news black out" "Which is" Another cop asked. "I was coming onto that. Firstly imagine the panic if this got out, fear would ripple thru the whole community. Secondly there's the copycat factor, the last thing we want is for some nutcase to start copying what he reads. Third we need to keep the killer in the dark. The less he knows the more likely he is to make a mistake. Stephanie Lane saw the wisdom in this and has got broad agreement from all her press colleagues. The timing of this Bexley trial circus works for us as well. While everyone's wondering why Dr Bexley did it we can get on with proper police work." There was a knock at the door. "Yes" Scott called. In walked Andrew holding a sheet of paper. "Scuse me. We got an ID on the girl last night." He said. "Who was she?" "Her name was Jennifer Lynn, aged 22. Her flat mate got worried when she didn't turn up after her audition last week. However she didn't report it as she thought Jennifer had found a partner for the week. Apparently it wasn't unheard of for her to go missing for a week and then just turn up again." "OK people you heard that, Colin and Chris I want you to check on Jennifer Lynn's flat mate. The rest of you go back and check on all the details we have. The new boys here can go and read up for a couplea days. We'll meet here again Thursday to catch up. Dismissed" Scott said. His team filed out silently, the chatter before the meeting extinguished by the seriousness of the job ahead. Tina filtered her way thru the door and went to speak to Scott and Andrew. "Hi" She Said. "Hi, got anything?" "Nope, just a hunch though" She said. "I'm listening" Scott said. "Hey talk to you later, I gotta go. I've got to confirm a DNA test on Dr Elizabeth Bexley, in town." Andrew said. "Not you too" Scott said. Another casualty of that damn case. "Fraid so" Andrew replied. "See ya" Tina said and Andrew walked out. "What's this hunch?" "Well I got thinking. He's moved on to actresses now, it's only a small step toward models. I think his next victim will be a model." Tina said. "You maybe right. We went thru this a while back but he threw the scent by killing a waitress and a hairdresser. Since it now looks like it's beauty he's going for rather than occupation I want you to put the word out to all the agency's around here. Be discrete." Scott said. "Hey, it's me, remember" Tina said and walked out. In another part of town He awoke. The glow of blessing had not yet departed from last night. Only another two to go and the evil of the world would be broken, the serpent's head crushed as foretold in Genesis. 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