Chapter 71

Numbers and his followers were drinking one shot of Tequila after another. Numbers had his eye on the sensual woman sitting in the corner since they walked into the pub. He could hardly believe his luck when the man who sat with her earlier left the pub. Not that the man really bothered him because if Numbers wanted, he could easily have gotten rid of him when the time called for it. He was sure he heard her saying something about sex which he wanted more than anything else. He thought someone as good looking as her would go down well. He could just imagine how she would scream when he pinned her down pounding her until there was no scream left.

'Feel like fucking tonight?' Numbers asked Victor who was sitting next to him. He indicated with his head towards the woman sitting in the corner to their left.

'Yeah, I saw that bitch when I walked in. She's fucking fine,' Victor said looking at her. He noticed her staring at the table. She seemed angry. Her glass was almost empty. Victor felt the effects of alcohol in his brain which made her almost irresistible.

'Well, let me go get her,' Numbers said. 'We can make turns on her later on.' He got up from the bar stool and approached her with a beer dangling from his right hand. He could already see her naked breasts shaking back and forth as he fucked her. Her face would either convey pain or pleasure but it did not matter to Numbers which one she experienced. He just knew he was going to fuck her whether she wanted to or not. He would probably end up raping her because, from his experience, a good-looking woman like her was never willing to give it to him freely. 'Hey honey, do you want me to fill that up for you,' Numbers said indicating towards the glass in Pamela's hand.

Pamela looked at the almost empty glass in her hand for a moment before she placed it on the table, 'Nah, I've got work to do.' She looked up at the human-pig and smiled.

'Numbers is what they call me,' he said placing the beer down on the table. 'I've been watching you from the bar and thought you could do with some company.'

Pamela smiled at him and found it hard to miss the tattoos on his arms, neck and face. Although she had felt his presence when she was in the ladies' room, this human pig made no secret of following her master Satan. She could see the demons dancing inside of him, but she knew he could not tell that she was from the source itself, the pits of hell. Human pigs did not have the ability in them to do such things even if it pleased their wildest dreams. She knew that he probably felt very powerful just because he had some demons doing some of his dirty work for him, but they were just the weak ones that were mostly slaves in the pit. She needed all the help she could muster to turn earth into a living hell and this human pig would be a great start. She could use him to find the rest of the followers. 'I got more company than you can imagine.'

'Doesn't look like that to me,' Numbers said pointing to the empty chairs around the table. 'Maybe we should cut this foreplay short and get on with it.' Numbers was staring at her breasts.

'Maybe we should. Let's talk business shall we?' Pamela said slowly getting up from the table.

Numbers was astonished by his luck. This would be easier than he had expected. No one would even notice them leave because she would do it so willingly. He felt his penis stiffening when he regarded the rest of her body. He soon would rip the clothes from it and fuck her as she has never been fucked before. 'Now you're talking my language. You won't be sorry I tell you. Should we go then?'

Pamela looked up from the table. Her face was not as attractive as earlier. 'If you ever thought you could fuck this body, you better think twice. I don't care about it anyway, but we have a job to do.'

'A woman with a bit of fight in her I see. That makes me even hornier. Maybe I'll just have to fuck you a little harder. The only job you will be doing is sucking this cock before I penetrate that wet pussy of yours,' Numbers said rubbing his penis through his pants.

Pamela grinned, 'you think you are powerful, don't you? Do you think those worthless demons inside can protect you from me? If you want to fuck, I'll fuck you in the pits of hell for eternity. I'll make you my bitch.'

Numbers frowned and stepped back a little. He liked what he heard for she obviously knew something of Satan and the demons inside of him, but how did she know that? Was it his tattoos, but then again many people have tattoos and they were not always related to the pictures they portrayed. Was she a witch of some sort and if she was, why had he never seen her at one of the rituals? He sure would have fucked her if she would have been there, but then again, he had been in jail for a long time and lots of things changed since then. Anyway, he thought he could not just let her walk away. 'Now you got me completely turned on, bitch. To fuck you for eternity sounds like my type of woman. Let's not waste any more time. Why don't we start right away? I could fuck you right here on the table, but to avoid us being interrupted by anyone, why don't we go to the toilets? That way I can show you what these demons can do.'

Pamela stared into his eyes with a sly grin. She lifted her right hand and her eyes turned black. Numbers witnessed her face transform into something he had seen before where the energy and presence of evil were greater than usual with major demon activity. It only occurred at one or two gatherings. Pamela's face turned ghostly with a hint of black veins over her face.

'You have no idea what power lives in me you fucking human pig. All you see with your stupid mind is the flesh which serves us well in the underworld,' her voice was mean and demonic. 'My real name is Hecate, the goddess of the underworld and witchcraft, the protector of witches. Does that ring a bell in that stupid fucking brain of yours?'

Numbers stared at the transformation in wonder. He had never seen such power in his life before. He was not capable of anything even remotely the same as what he just witnessed. 'I didn't - '

His voice was cut short by intense pain in his chest as he watched Hecate twisting her hand in the air. Her hand was clutching something invisible which Numbers knew was his heart. Numbers felt like his heart was being torn loose from the arteries as he grabbed hold of his chest and fell to his knees. He struggled to breathe.

'Who's fucking who now, bitch?' Hecate asked. Her face was grey with black veins protruding from underneath her skin while her eyes flickered from black to yellow.

Numbers raised one hand in the air, almost surrendering. His vision started to fail due to the lack of oxygen to his brain. Suddenly the pain in his chest faded and he could breathe again. His vision came back slightly, and he found himself on the ground. He knew he had made a big mistake by misjudging this woman.

'Get up you fucking pig,' Hecate said. Her face was almost back to normal again but her voice was still demonic. She stared at Numbers with penetrating eyes. 'Get up, we've got work to do.' She stepped forward and grabbed him by his collar. She threw him backwards. He was sent flying through the air and landed between some chairs two tables from them. He knocked his head hard against the floor.

Numbers twitched his eyes and shook his head slightly. He noticed Hecate standing over him with her legs spread. He had a beautiful view of her bulging vagina through her tight sweater pants, but that to him had no more meaning. He knew the female body was the last thing he should be thinking about because she could cause him much more pain than pleasure. He turned to his side and got to his knees. He pushed himself up from the ground and saw Victor, Tommy and Mike standing in the background, almost blurry. Their faces were pale with expressions of complete shock. Numbers' eyes met Hecate's, and he nodded his head, submitting to her power.

'Now that I have your attention, we have work to do. Gather all our forces. We have a great battle ahead of us. Arrange a gathering in the old warehouse north from here. The night of the new moon is approaching,' Hecate said. She stared into Numbers' eyes for a moment longer before she turned and walked out of the Pirates Barn.

Numbers was dumbstruck as he watched the door where Hecate exited the pub. He knew Satan was coming, and that made him feel good. All humans will eventually be slaughtered like pigs, the ones that did not believe in Satan, anyway. He wanted the same kind of power he had just witnessed, but at least he had the masses on his side. He could feel the presence of evil rising inside of him. His quest to destroy mankind would be so much easier if they all stood together. Maybe she would fuck him for eternity in the pits of hell where he would be a prince one day very soon.

'That was one mean bitch. I suppose we can find something else to fuck for tonight,' Victor said approaching Numbers when he was certain Hecate was not coming back to finish Numbers off completely.

'Yeah, the kind I like,' Numbers said. 'Boys, we have work to do. The end is near. Let's have another drink first. I'll tell you all about it then.' He called the bar attendant closer and ordered another round. Although he did not know the fellow behind the bar, Victor knew him well. Victor assured him that the fellow was one of them. Numbers did not want anyone to go around spreading any word about what happened tonight. It might fall onto the wrong ears and cause a bit of premature trouble which he was not quite ready for yet.