Jack was very angry at the machine’s refusal to give him the candy bar for which he had paid. He was swearing some particularly juicy phrases when a large puff of red smoke erupted next to him. Out of the swirling eddies stepped a man in a baggy suit.
“You called?” the man said.
“Who are you, some kind of magician?”
“Some call me that, but no, I’m.. . .let me think. Who were you calling? Oh yes, I’m Satan.”
“Well Satan, you can make this dammed machine give me my candy.”
“Yes I can.”
“Yes you can what?”
“I can make the machine give you candy.”
“Well do it.”
“I don’t take orders from you. But I will grant you one wish, in exchange for your soul of course.”
“One wish?”
“Yes.”
“Anything I want?”
“Anything you want.”
Jack was getting tired of this conversation. He thought the stranger would expect him to ask for the candy bar so decided to ask for something wildly outrageous that would be far beyond the stranger’s power. Jack found, for reasons he did not understand, that he was able to express his deepest desire without embarrassment. “I wish that the most beautiful girl in the world would make love to me. No, more than that, she would passionately desire me while making love. And don’t cheat me, I want regular sex going all the way, and lots of it. And don’t give her any nasty diseases, I want intercourse without condoms.”
“That shouldn’t be too difficult; sexual intercourse many times with the most beautiful healthy girl in the world and who desires you passionately.”
“Yes that’s it.”
“Sign here please.” The stranger thrust a piece of paper in front of Jack and held out a pen.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a contract. Just a formality in case you-know-who questions my actions.”
Jack read the paper:
I Jack Holbein do hereby give my soul to Satan in exchange for sexual intercourse many times with the most beautiful healthy girl in the world
and who will passionately desire me.
Jack Holbein
“How did you do this? How do you know my name?”
“As you say, some call me a magician.”
“Why should I sign it?”
“To get what you want of course. You don’t have to sign, I can’t make you. You must sign of your own free will.”
Jack looked at the paper suspiciously. “You don’t want any money?”
“No, I don’t need money.”
“OK.” Jack signed his name. He was not completely sure why he signed. He was partly curious to see what trick this magician would do next, and partly getting tired of the conversation and wanted to bring things to an end. He handed the paper to the stranger.
The stranger took the paper in his left hand and swung the back of his right hand against the glass front of the candy machine, shattering it into a thousand fragments. He reached into the machine and pulled out a chocolate bar which he handed to the stunned Jack. “Here’s a little bonus present for you. This is the thing you wanted most in the world when I first arrived.”
“You stupid bastard, that’s not what I asked for.”
“Oh, you’ll get the girl too. Here she comes now.”
There was wail of a police siren and a patrol car drew up next to them. The door opened and a heavily built policewoman slowly got out.
“That’s her?” Jack exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“She’s not beautiful, she’s not even attractive.”
“Yes she is. To me she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. She’s healthy and strong too.”
Jack turned towards the stranger, but he had disappeared. The street was deserted except for Jack and the policewoman.
“Ok buster,” the woman said. “Looks like I caught you red handed. Put your hands on the car and spread ’em.”
“I didn’t break it,” Jack said, “Satan did.”
“Very funny. You can tell that to the judge. Now spread ’em.”
The woman patted him down searching for weapons. She felt between his legs and patted his balls.
Jack felt his penis growing to an erection.
The woman reached further and squeezed his penis. “I’m going to arrest you for vandalism and theft,” she said. “You have a right to remain silent, you have a right to an attorney. If you can’t afford candy you obviously can’t afford one of those greedy bastards, so some incompetent who can’t find paying clients will be provided for you. There, I’ve read you your rights.”
She handcuffed his hands behind his back, and took the candy bar, which he was still holding. “Give me that. That’s evidence.”
She helped him into the back seat of her patrol car and began to drive. Jack was surprised to see her unwrap the candy bar and begin to eat it.
“I thought you said that was evidence,” he said.
“Yes, but I’ve decided not to book you. I rather liked what I felt of you, so I’m taking you home with me. You be nice to me, and I’ll see you don’t get charged. OK?”
Jack didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to do. He certainly didn’t want to be charged with breaking the candy machine; the evidence seemed so stacked against him that he would almost certainly be found guilty. What would the media say? They would have a field day and it might mean the end of his career. But on the other hand, he didn’t look forward to having sex with this overweight muscular policewoman.
“The strong silent type, eh?” she said after a few seconds. “Well, you needn’t say anything, I feel like taking you home anyway. By the way my name’s Gertrude, but you can call me Gertie. What’s your name?”
“Jack,” said Jack softly.
“Jack? That’s a nice name; in fact it’s my favorite name. I think I’m really going to like you.”
She drove into the suburbs and entered the driveway of an old brick-fronted house. The garden looked neglected and was overgrown with tall weeds. The garage door opened and she drove inside. She opened the car door and pulled him out. As he stood up she gave him a bear hug and kissed him on the lips. “Oh, I can’t wait,” she said. “I feel so turned on.”
She led him into the house and down into the basement. Jack was surprised to see an iron bedstead in the middle; it seemed so out of place. The only other furnishings were a cage, sized for a large dog, and a wooden cupboard.
Gertrude loosened Jack’s belt and pulled his pants down.
“Wait a moment,” Jack said, “I don’t think I want to do this. Maybe we should just go to court.”
“It’s too late for that,” said Gertrude. “You should have said something in the car.” She made him step out of his pants and underpants. “You have to realize that having brought you here I can’t let you go, I would lose my job. In any case, by coming here you agreed to be my lover.”
Jack started to object but she kissed him on the lips silencing him. She forced him onto the bed and massaged his penis till it was hard.
“That’s more like it,” she said smiling. She removed her panties, rolled Jack onto his back, and straddled him. She guided his penis into her pussy. Jack could feel that she was already dripping wet. She began to rock back and forth.
“Come on, my love,” she said. “Buck under me, I need to feel you move. I have all kinds of electric shockers to make your muscles jump if you’re feeling lazy.”
Jack didn’t like the implications of her threat and began to jerk his pelvis upwards even though his arms were being painfully crushed under the combined weight of their two bodies.
Despite his feelings, Jack couldn’t help coming to a climax and pumped vigorously upwards squirting his semen deep into Gertrude’s belly. She smiled down at him as he was in the throes of his orgasm. He couldn’t tell if she climaxed or not.
When it was over, Gertrude lay on him and kissed him, saying “That was great, my love. I can see we’ll get on splendidly together.” She stood up and chained his ankle to the bed.
“Aren’t you going to undo my handcuffs?” Jack asked plaintively.
“Why should I do that, my love? There’s only one part of your body I need, and I like it so much I want it all to myself. I don’t want you touching it and abusing it. I want it in the morning before I go to work, and as soon as I come home. And maybe once or twice in the night. And, oh yes, sometimes I come home at lunchtime if I’m feeling horny. You can do that for me can’t you?”
“I’m not sure,” answered jack.
“Well if you can’t I’ll have to get rid of you. I need a nice hard cucumber, not some soft wet noodle.”
“When are you going to release me?”
“Release you? Why never of course. I love you. And I will keep on loving you till you can’t get it up anymore.”
She took a ball gag from the cupboard and forced it into his unwilling mouth. As she buckled the strap tightly round his head she said, “Now, no more questions. You never said you love me, and that hurts me. If you can’t say that, I don’t want you saying anything at all.”
She put her panties back on. “I have to go back on patrol, my love. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Don’t go away, just lie here and think sexy thoughts, I want you hard when I return.” She bent down and kissed him.
She walked to the stairs and paused as she was about to ascend. “You know, my love, I don’t understand my luck. As soon as one of my lovers can’t get it up any more and I dispose of them, I somehow always find another. It’s really amazing; its been happening ever since I signed that bit of paper.”
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11.08.06
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