6. Sid
SID
M orning has passed. The day is old and my bed is empty next to me.
Abi still hasn’t returned from work.
I hear rustling next to me. Peering down, Jack and Sally are nudging my bed, telling me it’s time to get up and feed them. My pretty babies, I could never deny them.
Bare feet touch the ground and the tiny prickly pig hairs brush against my legs.
“Let’s go, babies, time to eat.” My words work them up further, cute snorts following as we leave the bedroom that I moved to the main level so my babies could stay with me at night and not have to worry about the stairs.
Walking through the living room, the sound of their hoofs against the floor is like music to my ears.
My entire home is decorated in an abstract and unique aesthetic, as my mom would call it.
The hardwood floors are black, which match the wood trim and cabinets in the kitchen.
White quartz countertops are my pop of color to the place as the walls are lined with beautiful dark Victorian-style vintage wallpapers, yes, wallpapers, plural, because one style would be boring.
I have dark blues and purples with blacks and dark creams. My furniture is a mix of velvets and corduroy materials, and my wooden fireplace mantel once housed many individual deep red candles.
I have since let the wax melt, making a beautiful draped effect that could never be replaced or duplicated.
From time to time, I add to it, placing my candles on top of baby doll heads to burn.
The texture and contrast of it all turns my sensory neurons into override with happiness.
The kitchen tile, fixtures, knobs, and handles are all this beautiful vintage brass. My pussy clenches as I admire my castle. Fuck, this house gets me horny. The entire aesthetic is perfection combined with the different textures and patterns, and it tickles my brain in that special spot.
All the windows have brushed brass and iron designs integrated into the tinted glass, allowing me to wander my home as I please, not that clear glass would stop me.
Currently, I’m only wearing a black lace thong.
Opening the back door, I walk into the yard, the clicking of hoofs and tiny snorts of excitement continuing to trail behind.
Keeping a freezer outside filled with fresh body parts, I open the lid and grab an arm and leg of a guy we had to eliminate a few days ago.
He was taking more than his cut when collecting from the dealers we allow to occupy our town.
We, the heads of The Devil’s Society, don’t take kindly to thieves, among other things, therefore my father made an example of him for those who may have forgotten.
We also have a no fentanyl, heroin, or meth rule.
Shit’s messy. We like to try and keep this place classy, which our pal was rumored to be trying to smuggle in.
Fucking idiot.
Daddy hung him proudly from the church. He was alive before his neck snapped when being pushed off the ledge, killing him a lot sooner than I would have liked.
Before that, he suffered, though, his lips cut off and his hands removed.
I’m not sure of the significance with the removal of his lips, other than Daddy being fixated on making them trophies as of late.
He does something to harden them, then glues them on a small wooden plaque, adds a couple nails through the flesh around the lips, then displays them proudly on the wall outside of Greta’s room.
As blood dripped and added more stains to the church steps, we would drive others by to show him off and, subtly, send a message: don’t fuck with the hand that feeds you.
I smile at the memory of his limp limbs as I hold them in my hands.
Gus, my babies are going to love you.
Chucking the parts onto the lawn, Jack and Sally hustle over and begin devouring their dinner.
After checking on the water dishes, I go back inside where the air conditioner is blasting.
The heat is hot but the pigs need some fresh air.
I have a muck pile where they can go to cool down, along with a shaded area, so they will be fine.
My dad taught me everything I need to know about raising pigs and keeping them happy, and they are the pride and joy of my life.
Padding my feet along the floor, I rush to my library, which has shelves all the way to the ceiling filled with the most fun reads, splatterpunk to horror to history books, which teach me new tricks, like the mummifying tools I used on the pet in my slaughterhouse tunnel just yesterday.
Fuck, I can’t believe all that happened only twenty-four hours ago.
In my library is my coveted scratched, vintage red gumball machine.
I got this as a kid, and next to my pigs, this is another pride and joy of mine.
Reaching into the bin beside it, I take a hold of a random Barbie and pull its head off.
The popping of the head is satisfying, as I throw the body back into the bin.
Unscrewing the lid at the top of the clear glass dome, I drop the head inside.
It doesn’t fall far, maybe a few inches, because she is filling up fast. I hope to get a new one soon!
For each kill, I add a doll head.
The pest from the slaughterhouse will always be remembered and celebrated in my home. And I guess, like my dad is doing with the lips, these are my trophies.
Tightening the top, realization washes over me. What are we going to tell the others about Tash no longer being around?
Racing to my room, I find my Papa’s contact and send a quick message,
Boss Bitch
Tash is resting. What do we tell the Archangels and Demons?
Hellhounds will likely be curious as well, since Tash was in their ranks, but that’s up to the Demons to communicate to them.
If you were to compare The Devil’s Society to the Mafia, Papa and Rylee are like the heads or bosses of the family, with D and Cecilia, our Archangels, as the underbosses.
It continues down as such with Demons; Mom, Dad, Greta, Uncle Thomas, and others being similar to capos and The Damned being members waiting to be initiated.
One major difference between the Mafia and us is, we are way fucking cooler.
Boss Man
YOU will advise them on a story which contains some truth. Lies are easier to remember when a hint of truth is within.
She’s left to be with her family.
Fuck, no pressure at all.
We know her family is dead, it’s why we took her in all those years ago, plus we saw her potential. He’s right, it’s the best message to send right now to not cause chaos and worry until we know more and have a plan on how to handle it.
Boss Bitch
Understood.
It’s time to put my big girl panties on, but before I can, the doorbell rings.
Rushing out from the library, I go to the door and open it, but no one is there.
My nose scrunches in annoyance. Stepping back, I begin to close the door, but something on the step catches my eye, it's an old VHS tape with my name on it. My eyes squint, confused. Picking it up, I need to bring it inside before the heat gets an opportunity to melt it. Sending Rogers a message, he’s going to kill me.
He is within the ranks now, and rightfully so, but he is also my ‘let me call my guy’ guy.
Boss Bitch
My cameras went down a couple of weeks ago. Oops!
The reply is prompt;
My Guy Rogers
Understood, Ms. Sid.
He tried to call me Ms. Sinclair once and I threw up on his shoes.
Absolutely not ever will I be referred to as something so formal.
So he agreed to Ms. Sid after seeing the lengths of my dramatics.
Rogers also doesn’t lecture me like my Papa is itching to do.
If I had the cameras working last night and all the nights prior when notes were left, we may know more than we do.
It’s no coincidence the notes started appearing around the same time the cameras died.
I’m not a fucking idiot. It’s all linked.
Focusing back to the tape, curiosity wins over coffee as I rush back to the main room.
Before I can put the VHS into the player, the front door opens and I hear the latch clicking as it closes.
My brows rise, concerned, as loud footsteps follow while I place the tape down on the table.
Then the sweet voice of Abi follows. “ Baby, where are you?”
My body relaxes and I rush to meet her. My arms wrap around her neck, ignoring the fact that her eyes look tired as I jump into her arms.
I cuddle into her warm embrace, I need this so fucking bad. The past day is catching up to me, as a loud sob escapes me followed by a river of tears.
My lips whisper against her skin. “I need you.”
Her voice is calm and reassuring. “I’m home. I’m here. I’m so sorry I had to go, but I’m here now. You have me.”
Inhaling her sweet scent, I’m taken aback slightly and she senses it.
“I showered before coming home. Last night was rough, messy, more than I anticipated. I didn’t need you seeing that.” Abi is always so considerate. She knows I’d worry if I saw remnants of her mission. I always want her safe.
Reaching to tease her skin with the sharp points of my nails, but I stop, remembering I had to snap them all off with my teeth last night while shoveling. So fucking annoying.
Instead, deciding to squeeze her harder. My bare breasts squish, pushing what cleavage I have up under her chin as I grind my hips against her waist. Grazing my teeth against her ear, I let a soft moan escape me and, immediately following, Abi’s body shivers.
“I need you,” I whimper once more.
The words that follow fill my body with joy. “You have me. ”
But I don’t let her see that, reverting to the sexual tension building. “Take your pants off, I’m famished.”
Abi’s voice is hoarse with desire and her teeth bite her plump bottom lip. “Okay.”
Untangling myself from her warm, comforting body, the tips of my toes touch the ground. My body aches from grave digging, but it doesn’t stop me from kneeling before my fucking goddess.
I watch with hooded eyes as Abi’s hands work frantically to undo her pants and slide them off, her panties follow, with a hint of wetness displayed.
“Aw, baby, you’re a needy little bitch too, aren’t you?” I tease while her head nods.
Inching my face forward, my nose traces mindless designs on her bare pussy, taking her scent of desperation and desire in.
Abi’s hands sit lightly on my head, her nails scratching my scalp as her fingers get tangled in my hair. Chills drift down my spine, it feels so fucking good.
Unable to wait any longer, I need to get lost in her for a couple of minutes and forget about the life rotating rapidly around me.
My tongue parts her lips. Abi’s pussy is dripping already, her salty precum coats my taste buds, and I savor it, not swallowing until I absolutely have to.
Finding her clit, my favorite thing, is when I allow her precum to trickle down my parched throat.
She’s already swollen, waiting for me to come play.
Challenge accepted. She won’t last two minutes before she's squirting all over my face .
My teeth pull at it, a loud hiss following, and her fingers grip my hair tighter.
The sting from my hair ignites my desire further, and I begin to fucking devour her.
Lapping my tongue inside of her cunt, she wraps one leg over my shoulder, allowing me to get deeper.
My hands grip her ass, and I pinch her skin between the sharp breaks of my nails.
She moans loudly and I feel her body shift more.
Looking up, Abi’s head has fallen back. “You like that, baby? When it hurts?”
Her words are muffled by heavy breathing as I continue to eat my breakfast.
Moving back to her clit, my lips wrap around it, and I suck, hard.
Abi’s hips swivel as she begins to use my face to chase her release.
My teeth tease her once more and her loud moans echo throughout the house.
Pride washes over me, because I am doing this to her, making her feel this way, and I will never get tired of it.
I can feel her cum start to drip down my chin, but it’s not good enough. Sucking even harder, I can feel her leg start to shake violently around me as she uses me to put her weight on because I know at any moment her other leg could go, leaving her a needy mess on the floor.
“Sid. Oh God, yes. Sid, please,” she pants.
Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping. Abi tenses before releasing a river down the front of my body.
Her cum drips between my tits and down my stomach.
I don’t let up until I own every last drop.
Spanking her ass, my hand cracks against her skin and she bucks against me once more before starting to settle down.
I release her slowly from my mouth, kissing her lips gently.
I praise, “Such a good girl for me.” My eyes look back up slightly to find her mouth ajar and panting.
I move back more and gingerly ease her leg off me, placing it on the ground, but I don’t let go until I know she is stable.
“My mouth is way better than any fucking rose.”
Abi erupts in laughter. “Yes, it is.”
Kissing her pussy one more time before rising.
I don’t wipe my face or my body, instead letting the remnants of her orgasm coat my nearly naked form, proudly.
Her fingers stay tangled in my hair, with Abi taller than me by a couple inches.
Her eyes are still hooded, filled with desire, and her cheeks are bright red.
Her dazed state is something I will never tire of seeing, she is so fucking cute like this.
This girl has me wrapped around her finger, because as these three words leave her mouth next, I melt, internally, and I know she is forever mine. “I love you.”
That level of intimacy coming from my mouth makes me uncomfortable, but she knows how I feel, I always show her.
So, instead, I tease, “I can’t wait to use our new vibrating double-ended dildo later.
We’ll need new sheets once I’m done with you.
” Before Abi can respond, I wink and walk away, leaving her wanting more.
I would use it on her now, but I have shit to handle first.
Hard work, then reward.