Chapter 3: The Second Life of Maxine Caulfield
"Hobo Joe you're a sick fuck, you know that?" Mr. Jefferson said
"Fuck off Mark, you're the asshole that dumped that poor girl out where I live. I didn't let her body go to waste, it's just the cycle of life" Hobo Joe said while resting under the tarp he made out of Maxine's skin.
"Either way, I'm gonna need some of her back, you can probably keep the pussy, but I'm gonna need the skin tarp."
Hobo Joe laughed. "OH YEAH? THIS IS WHERE I LIVE, YOU HIPSTER DOUCHE!"
Mr. Jefferson sighed. "Alright, what if I get you more of her skin, will that work?"
"I think you need to get the fuck off my property." hobo joe said and brandished a rusted shank.
"Fine, have it that way Joe, but just remember; I tried to help you." In a heartbeat Mr. Jefferson had hobo joe by the throat, and in another heartbeat Mr. Jefferson snapped his neck like it was twig. He took the skin. Kissed it, and proceeded back to his prius. "Oh...sweet Maxine, we're gonna be together for the rest of eternity" He jerked off and came on her skin the whole way home.
When he returned to his playroom, he laid out the skin. He grabbed the sacred bottle of sauce and poured it onto the pelt and massaged it in while reciting ancient verses. The room grew cold while the skin tarp felt unnaturally warm. It then began to shrivel up and twist into different shapes. Then in a blast of light and an ear-splitting scream, Max was on the table, naked, gasping for air. Mr. Jefferson rubbed his eyes after the flash and surveyed Max. She looked the same; mosquito bites for titties, red hair, and whatever else that I can't think of. Mr. Jefferson got hard again, but didn't rub himself off. He was more intrigued than horny.
"...Max?"
"W-what happened?"
"...you in there"
Max looked at Mr. Jefferson, and everything flooded back into her mind. She kicked at Mr. Jefferson and did everything in her power to get away.
"NO...NO NO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME"
"MAX, STOP, YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT HARDER ON YOURSELF!" Mr. Jefferson screamed, and proceeded to bash her in the head with a glass vase. Now that she was back in both mind and body, it was time to have more fun. He looked around, and saw the chair he had always wanted to use. He put some clothes on her naked body he thought she'd wear, and restrained her to the chair. The cycle was about to start, again. Only this time, Max was infinitely caught in a loop of being tied up, tortured, raped, and killed by Mr. Jefferson only to come back and relive the ordeal. Lucky Mr. Jefferson.
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"Raiden, you have a girl locked down there?" Keem said pointing to my basement door
"Hey, she stabbed my favorite fedora"
"Go down there slowly and quietly, chances are she's rigged up something to kill your ass with." Keem stated matter of factly. We slowly made our way down the stairs to see the blue haired girl in a corner, empty jars around her.
My dick perked up at a vagina being in my house. "H-hey, sorry about locking you down here, but you were too dangerous to take with me. But since you've calmed down, you're free to come back up here and tell us who you are and where you're from."
"So...many cummies" she muttered.
"Yeah, sorry about that. But if you come with us upstairs we'll give you some food and water that isn't coated in my seminal fluid."
The girl didn't reply, instead, she picked up an empty jar and threw it at my head, I ducked and watched it shatter behind me. I looked back and saw that she had keeled over. This fucking bitch can't stay awake for nothing.
"godammit...KEEEEEM COME HELP ME GET HER UP THE STAIRS" I yelled. Keem made his way downstair and gagged in disgust of the jars full of cummies.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why in the fresh holy fuck do you have jars of sperm collected down here? AND WHY IN THE FUCK DO YOU JERK OFF SO MUCH YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY STACK THE JARS?"
"It's been a rough couple of years." I said while Keem grabbed her by the arms and I grabbed her legs. We walked up the stairs and sat her at the table in the kitchen. Keem cooked us all some food while I prepared what question to ask her. Eventually she woke up...again. She started to get antsy, so Keem quickly placed the food in front of her with a large glass of water. She stared at us, then to the food, and shoveled that shit down like it was muh dik. We had finally gained her trust, I think. After she had finished the food and water, we proceeded to ask her a variety of questions. I started off with something simple:
"What is your name?" I asked like that one guy from CSI: Miami
"Chloe" the girl said
"Good, and how did you get into the creek?"
"I...I was being chased by this guy, and he drugged me, and I was crossing the creek, and that's the last thing I remember."
"Drugged?" I asked
"Yeah….Drugged"
"Back up just a second, start at the beginning" Keem stepped in to ask
"I was searching for my...friend. I went to the school she attended and asked her favorite professor if he had heard or seen anything. He was acting kinda funny when I saw her camera sitting on his desk. Right there I knew something was fucked up, she would NEVER go anywhere without her polaroid. The teacher suddenly pulls out a fucking dart gun and hits me right in my shoulder. I started feeling woozy and ran out the school when he chased me. Like I said I was crossing the creek when I finally passed out."
Me and keem looked at her, intrigued. We left her at the table and conversed in the kitchen privately.
"We have to contact Gordon" I said
"Definitely, besides, you know she isn't….like us, right?" Keem stated
"What do you mean?"
"Let's talk to Gordon about that."