Chapter 19

19

The Sandman

Face hidden behind a latex mask, The Sandman tipped his head, chewing his gum while watching a vacuum suck the air from the bed, on which Harvey lay passed out. Only a small black breathing tube stuck up out of the black latex sheet, one that covered him entirely, without a hole for his head.

At his feet, Beth hung suspended from an upright frame he’d hooked to cables attached to the rafters. Like a latex sculpture, standing vertical, her body completely immobile and vacuum-sealed. Unlike Harvey, though, the latex sheet that covered her was blood red and had a hole for the head, the edges of it digging into her neck to maintain the tight seal that held her in place. She wore a mask with holes cut out for the eyes and tiny breathing holes at the nose, her mouth completely covered by the latex.

A different mask to the one Marnee had worn. For a different purpose.

The Sandman got both of them shit-faced drunk, after inviting them to a threesome at his place. His focus was Beth, an obnoxious little bitch he couldn’t wait to silence, and Harvey just came as a packaged deal. He didn’t like the added body—a risk in terms of breaking his patterns, a breach in keeping the evidence under control—but his torment might prove entertaining.

Rolling her head back and forth, Beth groaned as she slowly came to, and at the first wriggles, he chuckled.

Muffled moans lay trapped inside the covering over her mouth. Her legs squirmed beneath the latex sheet, but failed to get her loose. The moans morphed into little grunts and whispers, as lucidity crept into her voice, and her eyes popped open with panic.

The Sandman stood from his crouch beside Harvey and chomped his gum, studying her fear.

Tears filled her eyes, as she made a muffled plea behind the mask. Always the same routine. Panic. Negotiation. Acceptance. The first few moments were his favorite, though. When realization dawned on their faces and their nightmares came to life. Almost magical.

“Tell me something, Beth. If given the choice, would you choose to let me sodomize you, or watch Harvey suffocate to death?”

Her body shook with a sob, squeaking the latex, the sight of which, made his dick hard. Another imploration failed to break through the covering, but it stoked his anger just the same.

He reached up to slap at her face, watching her eyes blink, and the sounds of panic bled through the plastic. “That’s not what I fucking asked you, Beth. Let’s try again. Which would you prefer?” Working the gum over his tongue, he blew a bubble in her face, letting it pop.

She startled and fell forward, breathing hard as though hyperventilating in the mask. Even when he grabbed her by the jaw, angling her face back to his, she still gasped for air.

“Quit being dramatic, Beth. Answer the question. Or I’ll have to punish you, and believe me when I say, you will not like my punishment. Now, do you love Harvey?”

With tears streaming down her latex cheeks, she nodded emphatically.

“Do you want to watch him suffocate before your eyes?”

She shook her head back and forth, and made a moaning sound before breaking into another sob.

“Do you choose me, then?”

Gaze falling from his, she nodded and sniffled.

Digging his fingers into her cheeks, The Sandman forced her eyes back to his. “Are you lying to me, Beth? Because I fucking hate liars.”

Eyes pleading, she shook her head, and his heart felt light again.

“You truly want me.”

Another nod nearly had him bursting out of his suit.

“I can’t tell you how much this pleases me, Beth. Hang on a second, I want to tell Harvey.”

With a skip in his step, The Sandman made his way over to where Harvey lay immobile. He could see the poor bastard’s body jerk and spasm beneath the coating of latex that clung to him like a second skin. A vibrating, throaty noise erupted from the breathing tube.

“Listen, Harvey. I just asked Beth who she would choose. And she chose me. I’m sorry, but I guess this means you’re shit out of luck.” Tugging the wad of gum from his mouth, The Sandman stuck it over the top of the breathing tube, and a sharp scream skated down his spine.

He skipped back to where Beth writhed helplessly in her bindings. “I’m giving you the best of both worlds. But here’s the thing. I can’t share. I want to fill you with my precious seed, and know that you belong only to me. My little flower of the night. Does that sound okay to you?”

Eyes squinting out more tears, she turned away from him and whined. Whined! Here, he’d offered her the most wonderful gift. To belong to someone far more superior than her nothing husband. And the ungrateful bitch whined.

He whopped a hard smack to her face with his knuckles, and her crying lessened to broken sniffles. “You belong only to me. Can you appreciate how special that is? Can you even fathom what a gift it is to be mine?”

Blinking away more tears, she nodded and lifted her gaze to his. Creases beside her eyes offered the smile he couldn’t see.

“Don’t cry now, Beth. It’s time to consummate my possession. To pollinate my little flower, so that when you rest, you’ll take a piece of me in dreams. Do you understand? Will you accept me into your body?”

Like with Marnee, he had no intentions of actually touching her dirty cunt, but merely pretending to ejaculate inside of her. After all, neither of the women were actually worthy of his seed.

Her eyes diverted away, tears streaming down the shiny plastic of her face, and she nodded.

With the sounds of Harvey’s panic, the muffled screams and the squeal of plastic as he fought for breath, The Sandman pushed a stepping stool behind where she hung, just high enough that his fully erect penis, sheathed in latex, would meet the hole where he’d already inserted a dildo earlier. As he carefully pulled the fully lubed object out of her, so as not to remove the latex condom left up inside her, he heard her gasp. He entered Beth from behind, nervously chuckling as her tight little hole clamped around his cock, and she screamed.

Oh, sweet bliss, she screamed loud enough to make him harder inside of her.

With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes, letting the sounds of their suffering wind around his spine with delicious pleasure.

The night was just beginning, and there’d be so much more to come.