A Knife Left in Georgia By EmmaBronte
A fanfiction of American Murder Song by Terrence Zdunich and Saar Hendelman Rated M
Two officers, a priest, the sheriff, and a man with a noose tied around his neck were gathered on horseback beside the hanging tree. The end of the knot was looped to the highest branch. The Sheriff squinted at the ragged man, chewing a mouthful of tobacco.
"Ezra Storm…" He muttered, "Always thought that was a queer name…" The sheriff's large brimmed hat cast a shadow over his eyes. "You've been charged of drunkenness, counterfeit, theft, and murder. According to the law, the punishment is death by hanging. Have ye any final words?"
"When you arrive in Hell, don't search for me for long," Ezra said, in a wispy tenor, a tone often too polite for the words it framed, "I don't execute murder, I chronicle it." Ezra examined the sky and looked back down at the sheriff. The sheriff ground his teeth and glanced sideways, "Aye, and that's why you're always at the site of the thing," he exhaled, "We don't like doing this," the sherriff was an empathetic man. "Our town is small. We won't harbor killers, or even rumors of foul play. If an affair be getting too complicated, we let this here hanging tree be the end of it."
The sherriff nodded at an officer. He turned to the priest, "I wish I had something nice to say about the gentleman before us, but his stay in our town was strange, bloody, and unhappy. See you in another world, partner. God bless you."
The priest did not reach for his bible. He was sweating in his heavy black clothing. "May God have mercy on your soul, Mr. Storm," he declared, another hanging identical to the last. He steered his horse toward town. The sheriff and an officer followed. One officer lingered behind with Ezra.
The officer removed a whip from his belt, hiding his face under his hat. He thought of saying something to Ezra, like the man beside Jesus on different cross, but he quickly thought against it. He whipped the horse upon which Ezra sat on its backside. The horse whinnied and sprinted toward the pack. The officer followed. Ezra was left hanging from the tree like a pendulum.
"You could go to one of the tavern wenches," Charlotte Thorn smirked as she straddled Ezra Storm. Her skirts were pulled up high, but not high enough to reveal if she was wearing an undergarment or not. "I must be empting your reserves of currency by now." His sex throbbed in his trousers as she grinded against him. "A tavern wench doesn't read Shakespeare." Ezra sighed, his green eyes lowered with lust. Charlotte replied, "Neither does a whore. Unless her mother was an actress, which isn't a strong distinction." Ezra retorted, "Then you must be an angel."
Charlotte giggled, "I'm no angel."
She twisted in a way that Ezra knew for certain now that the only thing between them was the cloth of his pants. He moaned so sweetly that Charlotte felt her insides tighten for him. He moved his lips to her neck and she sighed, tangling her fingers in his long curls. "I can tell what you're in the mood for tonight." "What's that?" He sighed, now distracted by the tops of her large breasts, restrained in a corset. "You want me to pretend I'm your lover."
"Are you sure you're not a schoolteacher?" "It's what you always want."
"I'm a simple man."
"You're swimming in dangerous waters, Ezra."
"Kiss me."
Charlotte obeyed and moved her hands to the base of his neck. His lips were awaiting hers. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He moaned into her and their tongues entwined. He stole the lead and thrusted patiently up into her, tracing her pussy lips with the thick form of his stifled cock. Her whimpers made him rock solid. His kiss was hot and slow. When Charlotte pulled away for a moment, Ezra would wait, savoring the tension. When her lips met his again, the tension made for a small release that ignited him. He would rush his kiss intermittently, until she allowed him to travel down her neck, with slow, full, kisses and licks. His hands rested on her back. He began to untie her corset.
Charlotte was so consumed by his kiss that her blue eyes clouded. Her hair adorned her face in dark curls, a few strands near her ears and neck. Her jewelry was painted and so were her lips. Ezra liked her makeup best distorted and nearly gone, when she woke up after they fucked. His kisses wet her throat and the trail between her breasts. She rushed to help his fingers along her back. He met her lips with his again as they made short work of the corset. Her breasts spilled out and he captured them beneath his hands. He massaged them. "My god your tits are so big," he muttered into her mouth, and then stole a look down at them. She moaned in response. He held her breasts tighter. He brushed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers causing Charlotte's moans to increase and intensify. "Suck on them, please, "she begged.
Ezra pushed her into the bed. His mouth encircled one nipple as he continued to squeeze another. "Oh God, Ezra, you're going to make me wet," Charlotte moaned. Ezra rested above her and felt each thrust and quiver of her pussy against his belly.
Charlotte savored the weight of him and the fact that if she struggled to free herself out from under him, she would fail. He moved his lips against her nipples, teasing, slowly releasing them, making them wet and erect with his tongue. When he went back to squeezing both between his fingers, she arched her back against him and moaned to show her pleasure and entice his musical ear.
His eyes met hers dangerously. "I won't stop until you beg me for my cock."
"I'm ready for you."
"What incompetents are in your bed that you submit to me so easily?"
"I fuck them. It's business. Right now, you're fucking me."
"Perhaps I should be the one getting paid." "You'll get what you paid for."
"I intend to."
Ezra continued to suck her nipples as a hand reached into her skirts. He felt her heat, but not her wetness. He gripped her thigh, pressing it down, teasing her.
"Do you want my mouth on you, Ms. Thorn?" "I do, Mr. Storm."
"Tell me how much you want it."
"Badly, Mr. Storm."
"You're a smart girl, you can do better than that." Ezra slapped Charlotte across the face and she gasped and then sighed. It only stung. Ezra never hurt her in a way she did not enjoy.
"I want your tongue in me, Mr. Storm. I want you to exercise it until I cum all over your face, sir."
"Good girl. Spread your legs." Charlotte obeyed.
Ezra moved to the foot of the bed. He stared at her sex hungrily. "What a bad girl, spreading her legs in front of me, what a slattern. You'll need to hurry to church this Sunday." Ezra slowly took off his belt. She watched it as it slipped through each loop like a snake.
His trousers were gray and loose, they highlighted him well. His eyes met hers and he unbuttoned his trousers. His heavy cock fell out. Charlotte whimpered, remembering the feel of it inside her. Ezra stretched over her and tied her hands with his belt to the iron headboard. "I want you right where you are… for now." Ezra kissed her.
He resumed his place at the foot of the bed. "Tell me how much you want this cock."
"If you'd let me, I'd be sucking it dry, Mr. Storm."
"Not yet." He started stroking himself in front of her, with a look that made her stomach contract and her pussy quiver. "I want your cock so bad, Mr. Storm, please don't cum anywhere that's not my pussy."
"I'll cum where I please." He slapped her spread pussy and she cried out in pain and pleasure, mixed like whiskey and water. "No, cum in my pussy, or my tits, or my ass… or that spot you like, Mr. Storm." "What spot do I like?" "The small of my back, Mr. Storm, after you've fucked me on all fours." "Mmmmm." "Please, please fuck me, Mr. Storm."
His hand stopped, "Soon, but not yet, my darling." Ezra knelt in front of her spread legs. He placed kisses up both her thighs. She moaned, watching him travel closer to her dripping center. He licked her and kissed her sex as firmly and slowly as he had kissed her mouth. Charlotte started to moan and moan as his tongue flicked in and out of her pussy. He sucked her clit. He reached to squeeze both her nipples. She cried as she came into his mouth. He laughed triumphantly.
"I'd smack the shit out of you right now, you callous bastard."
"I'm always thinking ahead." He gestured at the belt. "Relax, my darling. Enjoy it. You taste so good." Ezra increased the frequency of the flicks of his tongue. His face was wet from her. He slipped a finger into her and Charlotte went wild. Her cries spurned him on. He started jerking his cock again, watching her stomach contract and her large breasts bounce with each movement. He longed to mount her chest and fuck her tits and mouth, but Mr. Storm was indeed a patient man and that made him irresistible.
"Oh, God, please Ezra, please just fuck me. I can't stop cumming. Stop torturing me." He ignored her and kept eating her pussy. "Please, please, I need your cock inside me, I want you to split me open." Her begging was making him hard, but it still didn't quite contain the perverse poetry he knew she was capable of. He did not stop. "Mr. Storm, stop, please stop.
Fuck me hard, my pussy is yours. I want your cock so deep in me that I can feel it in my stomach." "Mmmm, I will gladly complete that request." Ezra untied his belt and Charlotte attached herself to him, kissing him fiercely. She unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest, which she spread her hands over. She pushed his shirt off as he helped her out of her skirts, refusing to remove her mouth from his. She led him back to standing at the foot of the bed. Now completely bare, Charlotte laid on her back, so her head hung upside down over the side of the bed. She massaged her breasts.
"Will you fuck my mouth, Mr. Storm?" She asked, coyly. Her dark hair ran down the bed in a stream. Ezra moved to her and shoved his hard cock into her throat. She held his ass as her throat accommodated him. She moaned around his cock, gulping it up. Ezra traced her wet pussy with a finger and he fucked her face. He held her breasts, moaned, and resisted emptying into her. Her mouth was wet and tight. When he thrust his cock out of her mouth, a string of spit followed it. "Come back, Mr. Storm," Charlotte purred, assaulting him with a wicked look that he would give his last coin for. "I'm not finished."
"I'm not, either. I'm giving you what you asked for." Ezra took her roughly by the bicep and pushed her upright and on her back. He lifted her thighs and thrust his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. He fucked her rapidly, her pussy contracting around him and her hands pushing against his chest, as her feet traveled to rest on his shoulders. "Oh, God, oh God, you always feel so good, Ezra," Charlotte sighed, looking up at him with a vulnerability, their sex games aside, that both melted him and aroused him.
He fell further into her, wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her as he fucked her, changing his pace to a slower, fuller motion. He felt every inch of her insides with his cock. Charlotte slipped out from under him and they changed positions. She mounted him twisted and turned on his cock, using him for her pleasure. She took his arm and placed his hand around her neck, another on her breast. His hand lowered to her ass and massaged it and she rocked back and forth on him, reaching another orgasm. As he watched her writhe, he could contain himself no longer. He moved her off him and had her laid her down. Hovering over her, holding his cock, his cum shot out all over her pussy and stomach.
Charlotte woke up late in the day and Ezra was gone. She felt a pang of regret, which she stifled. She got up out of bed and cracked open the room of her door, two girls stretched and laughed as they stumbled to the kitchen. She saw a shine from the surface of her dressing table. It was a knife.
The knife was strange and gave Charlotte a queer, instinctual feeling. She reached for it. As she did, her inner forearm arm began to itch, she turned it over, and watched, in horror, as the skin rose and broke. It seemed as if a ghost was carving her arm. Charlotte shrieked. Blood dripped onto the rug.
A symbol appeared on her skin, something like a K with an axe head at the bottom. What demon had overtaken her?
Mistress Fletcher, the proprietor of the brothel, hurried upstairs to the sound of a scream. She flung open the door of Charlotte's room, "What trouble do you bring to me now, girl?" The woman panted, her heavy jewels heaving on her chest. Mistress Fletcher saw Charlotte's eyes, full of an indescribable, otherworldly rage, before she noticed the knife in Charlotte's hand.
Jacob Tender broke into laughter. "My friend, you look like a Christmastime ornament." Ezra Storm stared down from the hanging tree at his fellow Blood Traveler, unamused. "Are you going to start gathering presents under me or cut me down?"
"My poor companion ever stuck in the fate of Judas." Sighed Mr. Tender's deep baritone.
The horses from the Black Wagon sniffed and stamped their hooves. Mr. Tender used the tree trunk as leverage and pricked the rope with his knife. Mr. Storm collapsed in a heap. He rose and dusted himself off, Mr. Tender's laughter ringing in his ears. "I think it's best we get out of this wretched state before your neck gets taller," Mr. Tender teased, opening the door of the Black Wagon for his friend. "I agree, Mr. Tender." Ezra replied, "You may think I have purely done this for your entertainment, but my suffering was not in vain and has produced a gift for our merciless master."
"What's that, Mr. Storm?" Tender smirked. "A tale of murder and revenge, in a dark corner of a Georgia whorehouse." Mr. Tender released another bout of his low, menacing laughter, "You make sacrifices for your art, Mr. Storm. My companion in the Blood is truly a martyr. Like your wife."
Ezra winced.
Jacob quickly blushed. "I apologize. My teasing went to far. I forget you died a little earlier than me. How has your heart not turned to stone?"
"You know that answer well, Mr. Tender."
Jacob replied, "Music. Immortal or not, it's the only thing that makes life on this Earth bearable."
"Indeed," replied Mr. Storm.
The door of the Black Wagon snapped shut. The wagon lifted the dust from the prairie as its hooves and wheels traveled the wild American horizon.