Chapter 24

24

The Sandman

One week ago …

Clippers snipped over the dried moonflower seeds that were scattered across a tray The Sandman had set atop a wooden workbench. Sweat trickled down his face from the overhead sunlamps beating over top of him. Though highly poisonous, he sometimes brewed the seeds in tea for the hallucinatory effects, similar to taking LSD. Most enjoyable was sitting in his viewing room, with all the pictures he’d collected, and relieving himself to the visuals of his subjects lying helpless and trapped in their latex binds. It’d often helped during the months when his flowers refused to bloom, which dictated the times he’d go in search of another evening companion.

If consumed in high doses, more than just a few seeds, one would fall into an agitated state, which gradually developed into seizures and hyperthermia, ultimately leading to coma and death.

Witnessing each stage of consumption was as beautiful as observing his Queen of the Night bloom. The excitement of watching life fade from their eyes couldn’t be described. The godly power of taking it, claiming it as his own, represented his most ardent fantasy fulfilled.

He dumped the seeds into a jar of water and set them aside.

Vining plants covered up the wall and shelves across from him, in various stages of growth. The prized Queen of the Night in the most spacious pots, among a delicious bone meal and rich compost fertilizer he mixed himself. He’d learned how to encourage blooming in each plant, and kept a steady schedule by constantly repotting and replanting in new pots.

Gathering up the remaining seeds into his palm, he carried them across the room to the bed, where Beth lay entirely incased in clear latex. Only a breathing tube stuck up from the shiny blanket sealed tight to her body.

The Sandman counted the seeds in his hand, making sure there were enough to reach the final stage that time. His last subject, before Marnee, had gotten as far as comatose, before he was forced to extinguish her himself. Twice, he’d missed that glorious bloom of watching their eyes go dull, as he’d been in full-on rapture during Marnee’s death.

No, he’d ensure that Beth would consume enough toxic poison that he wouldn’t miss it. He’d capture it, save it by removing her eyes and storing them where he could look upon them whenever he wished to relive the moment.

“Beth? Can you hear me?”

She nodded, the panic in her eyes a natural reaction. Some had hyperventilated when he’d completely covered them in plastic that way, but he’d assured Beth that she’d have more than enough air to breathe.

“I’m going to send some seeds down into your breathing tube. I want you to prepare your throat to swallow them. They’re completely natural, designed to help you relax. If you remove your mouth from the breathing tube, I’ll be forced to take away the tube all together. Am I clear?”

With her emphatic nod, The Sandman smiled.

“Good girl. Now here comes the first couple of seeds. Are you ready?”

Another nod.

Only dumping the first couple into the tube, he watched her swallow them back easily, never once taking her mouth off the tube.

“Very nice. You’re very talented at swallowing with something sticking out of your mouth, aren’t you?”

Her nervous chuckle vibrated up the breathing tube.

“Now, here are a few more,” he said, and dumped a few more down the breathing tube. Only small bits at a time, giving her a chance to swallow after, until his palm sat empty of the seeds. “You’re going to feel strange in a while, Beth. You may even begin hallucinating. It’s all normal. In the meantime, I’m going to fuck you again. Would you like that?”

Through the plastic, her temples glistened with fallen tears, but she nodded.

“Good, good.” If he timed it right, he could work himself up to climax the moment she took her last breath. And what a glorious moment that would be for him.

After removing the dildo he’d placed inside of her, he lined his latex-clad dick with her entrance and pushed himself inside. He was still somewhat flaccid from the hours before, but just staring down at her face through the plastic, with the scent of latex filling his head, was enough to make him hard again.

Nearly an hour passed. Sweat left him feeling sticky against the latex, his cock going from moments of hardness to softness and back again. All the while, she whimpered and whined into the breathing tube, until she finally began to struggle. The breathing tube slipped from her mouth as she shook her head beneath the plastic.

“Let me out! Let me out!” Her muffled voice carried an edge of terror that sent slivers of excitement down his spine. “I want out! I want out of here!”

Ah, panic had settled in, thanks to the seeds.

Latex squeaked and rubbed, as he kept on with fucking her, his stomach knotted with the urge to climax, but he wouldn’t.

Her time was coming soon.

He could see the red blush in her cheeks that told him her temperature was elevated.

She hadn’t taken the breathing tube back in, which told him she’d gone delirious, perhaps deep in hallucinations. The struggle of her body moving against him was a small distraction, but one he was willing to endure for a few minutes longer.

The struggle ceased.

Only the rapid rise and fall of her chest could be felt beneath him.

He studied her eyes, the way they stared off at nothing in particular. Mouth gaping, the plastic filled the concave space between her lips, where he pressed his own, in a deep and tender kiss, reveling in the bitter taste of latex against his tongue. Fucking her. Kissing her. He lifted his head and peered into her eyes.

He came hard into the cock sheath, the warmth fisting his tip, as he rocked into her with the final spurts.

She stilled.

He would have her one more time just like that, before taking his mementos.

Finally. His most exhilarating experience yet, but it wouldn’t hold a candle to what he planned next.

Beth was merely a means to an end. Practice.

He’d find one more subject, to be sure he’d perfected the process, and then he’d move on to his ultimate catch. His prized Queen of the Night.

His one true obsession.

Nola Tensley.

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