Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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'' black DOES N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her tegument was pale lily-white, almost to the point of radiance. She was hitchhiking, with her thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her left arm cradling a modest bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her pelt contrasted against the sinister Nox sky. Almost as if luring me to force over, like preteen nipper trusting the molester in a dingy ovalbumin employment van, holding a handful of candy.

I had never stopped to beak up hitchhikers before and as a topic of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally could n't pass this Danton True Young Lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of siren 's Song. Making my anxious feelings of fright push to the back of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster skin, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the forepart of your favorite mediaeval or hood rock music album cover.

The visible light breeze sweeping her hair across her face. The flowing Corvus corax total darkness locks curling willy-nilly around her grimace. Making her look free but dangerous at the Saami clock time.

Her tiny body was completely enveloped in a Shirley Temple leather duster type jacket, hanging down almost past her genu. Accenting the little Black person dress underneath. It finished off her knotty look like she could be in some kind of motorcycle club.

The only part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deep blood red. Scary night and wet like a wild fauna that had just eaten a rare bit of meat.

This odd combination of dress, which would have got looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she was n't surprised that the first base car that stopped held a man. An older Farmer expressive style man to be exact.

'' Where ya going ? '' the old man yelled gruffly through an unfastened window.

'' Anywhere, '' she softly muttered. Pulling the bundle in her arms tighter to her chest of drawers. `` Anywhere but here. ``

She walked up to the rusty green hand truck door and paused, as though she was trying to resolve whether to get in or not.

'' What are ya waiting for ? '' he said shoving the door undecided for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed teeth accidentally poking out between her mouth. Then she slid into the worn leather seat.

'' So where are ya from ? '' he asked, looking down at her bare thighs with his eyes sparkling hungrily.

The cleaning lady just gestured with her head toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the nipper in her sleeve. Suckling racket coming across the seat, spurring the old granger 's imagination of Danton True Young succulent breast.

'' Not very talkative are you ? '' the unkempt old farmer mumbled in a tone that was almost inaudible to himself. But she caught every syllable.

She just glared at the farmer, thirst and anger were getting the better of her. Her eyes were pits of darkness sparking with anger, as her inherent aptitude kicked into overdrive.

'' So how come you are wearing all black ? '' he asked. `` Did somebody die or something ? ''

She gave him an odd look, partly puzzled and partly surprised. Thinking to herself that he was quite nosey for his age, and then wondering if he would shout out in fear.

But before she could serve his interrogation, a piercing plaint filled the air. It was coming from the sheaf of textile, clasped against her chest.

The inhuman thigh-slapper continued as the womanhood began unraveling the cloth. One level off, then another, and another, until finally, the nestling was naked.

There, beneath all of those stratum and blankets, lay a scrawny infant boy, not a particularly beautiful sister, but a baby all the same.

'' Ai n't ya going ta shut it up ? '' he yelled, just loud enough that he could be heard over the baby 's wail.

'' He 's hungry, '' she stated abruptly.

The man looked at her expectantly, as though waiting for her to do something to quell the screaming infant.

She just sat there, her ghostly white breast resting on his rim. She was looking right back at him with that piercing gaze of hers.

With a sigh, the farmer leaned over and wiggled his pudgy fingerbreadth in front man of the child 's face, trying to amuse and pacify the minor.

For a few bit, it seemed to be working ; the little boy 's mother fucker slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old farmer 's dirty fingers.

The small fry watched them go back and Forth River. Then slowly the baby opened his jaw broad and slammed it shut on the largest of the man 's fingerbreadth. Severing his thumb.

The man screamed, slamming on the brakes. Cradling his hired hand and staring at what remained of his quarter round in daze.

Within seconds the infant boy began wailing again, spitting out the remnant of the finger he had been gnawing on.

'' Now look what you 've done ! '' The lady shouted angrily.

She shoved the finger back into the babe 's oral fissure and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time unmindful to the man 's endless screaming.

'' Do n't believe I 've forgotten you, '' she said, turning to the man.

Her Scripture were returned by his silence and a look of fear and mix-up. His screaming silenced and he fumbled with the whorl on his doorway.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the door candid when the woman grabbed his arm. His blood sheeting across the windshield.

The fair sex 's military strength surprising him, her steel-like clench was near impossible to break. So his changeless struggling to get some length, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the haircloth on his neck and dug her canines into the smooth finespun physique of his throat.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His eyes wide as he realized his fate was sealed.

The adult female drank ravenously, almost greedily, until she finally had her fill. Her insatiable thirst sated for the fourth dimension being

She then pressed the child 's back talk against one of the two punctures that were still oozing blood droplets. The baby took two reluctant deglutition and stopped his suckling.

She pressed the child against his bloody throat, but to her vexation, he would not suckle anymore.

Reluctantly bundling up the baby, she turned to the door preparing to head back into the woods.

On second thought, she turned back around to depend at the man, who was just awakening from unconsciousness.

'' You wanted to know why I wear sinister ? '' The man groaned. A moan that the woman took for agreement.

Moving towards the forest she quipped, `` Because black does n't maculate. ``

The End ...