Vince Edward's eyes gleamed as he walked out into the parking lot. It was not a typical grin but the unnatural smile of a depraved maniac who had found his next victim. It was a young woman walking to her car from the market place. His eyes eagerly followed her as she walked slowly toward her car. She was not beautiful but she fit the bill perfectly, sort of on the heavy side with a nice fat ass, the cheeks half covered by her short cut off jeans. He watched them shift and wiggle under the tight fitting fabric. Her whole attire exposed a lot of skin, He loved that. There would be plenty enough of her for his pleasure and for the children. He walked out the door and began to follow her. The young woman was totally unaware of the danger as she proceeded toward her car. He walked faster as he got closer to her. She still remained unaware of his presence. Suddenly she stopped and pulled out a cellphone. He stopped to. He could hear her talking to someone. He detected a male voice. It could have been her husband or her boyfriend as the last words she said to him were "I will see you soon sweetie." Then she proceeded on to her vehicle.

Vince smiled. How lucky he was. Her car was parked right next to his. He walked around to the other side and met the unsuspecting woman halfway. They pressed against each other. She smiled at him as she retrieved her keys out of her purse. It was the last earthly act she would ever do. Before she could react he grabbed her by the hair. With his enormous strength he slammed her head against the hood of the car several times. When he pulled her up her eyes were rolled in her head and her mouth was agape. She collapsed right into his arms, her body totally limp. He had hit her so hard that he had smashed a section of her skull in and blood was oozing out. That was alight. He had not ruined the best part of her. Her fat ass. As she fell backward gravity pulled her in such a way that the cheeks of her butt rested right against his cock, giving him an instant hardon. He reached around and grabbed her tits through her blouse. They were really big knockers, The biggest he had ever seen. For the moment he enjoyed fondling them and kneading them. Holding her in his arms was a wonderful moment but he could not waist time. He placed her lifeless body in the back seat of his car. That area of the parking lot was dark and deserted. He could have a piece of her wonderful ass now before he had to give her to the children.

He first checked her vitals just to be sure. There was nothing. She had no pulse and she wasn't breathing. Excellent he thought. He then pulled off her garments starting with her bra. Her huge breast spilled out in all their glory. Gravity pulled the heavy orbs to both sides like flowing dough. For a moment he was awed by their size and fullness. He reached down and briefly squeezed them all around. Next he removed her shorts. This was a more difficult task as they were very tight fitting. It was however much more gratifying. It took several hard yanks to get them down over her wide ass. He loved watching her limp body flop as he struggled with them. Finally he got them over her feet and tossed them on the floor board. This left her silky panties. It was now the only attire she had on. he loved women's panties and he had a fetish about them. He could see urine stains on them. He bent down and smelled the acidy aroma. It was probably death urine she secreted when he murdered her. How nice he thought. He removed them and set them aside for his collection along with other things he took off of her. Now she was totally naked. His eyes roved over her naked form. She was not especially beautiful but a nice package of coke bottle curves. She would satisfy his pleasure and satisfy the hunger of the children.

With no further ado he stretched her corpse out so that one of her legs was tossed across the back seat and the other on the floor board. Her pussy was now clearly visible through her dark hairy bush. It seemed to wink and beckon at him. Blood was still seeping from the top of her head. Her open eyes stared out vacantly. With no further ado he pulled his cock out of his pants and mounted her. He positioned himself so that the head of his cock was right against her pussy lips. Obviously her skin was still warm to the touch. From his experience freshly dead meat was always the best. With one thrust he was all the way inside her. There was of course no reaction at all. There was no elasticity in her rigid pussy muscles. There was no flow of moist liquid into her dry channel, yet he loved entering dead pussy as he had a strange and erotic fascination about it. There was something in the cold lifeless meat that both he and his cock loved. He began to fuck her with hard thrust.

He assumed a primitive rhythm with a piston like fury. He had never fucked a live woman in his life. Only dead corpses. More so now that he had to feed the children. Thus he was used to the prostate lifeless forms beneath with no expectation that they would react to his pelvic plunges. He knew there was not anything thing really bad about dead pussy. The dry dead meat always gave him a supper ride and this one was no exception. The grip on his cock was exquisitely delicious. Quite enough to give him a sensational orgasm. He wanted to feel more of her so he reached down and hoisted her legs up around his back. He realized that he had left her shoes on. The pointed heels stuck into his skin. He increased the tempo of his fucking. He could now hear the shape smack of his balls slapping her ass. He loved watching her head flop and her enormous tits swing freely as he hammered her. He bent down and kissed her dead mouth passionately. He then thrust his tongue inside to explore. At the same time he squeezed and caressed her tits. He felt his orgasm building. He wrapped her arms around him also as he fucked her even harder. He pushed her legs further back so he could plunge into her even deeper. He reached down and gripped her ass as he began to eject his seed into her. His orgasm was incredible. The waves of pleasure was so intense that he moaned and bellowed out like a raging bull. His face distorted into an expression of tortured pleasure. Finally his ass clenched and his entire body spasmed. Finally he pulled out of her. He was not through yet.

He turned her over on her stomach so that her knees were on the floor board and her ass was sticking straight up. What an ass she had. He worshipped it. The moons on each side of her crack were round and symmetrical. The dim light created a shadow effect across all the dimples and crevices. Without any further ado he slammed his cock deep into her A hole. He plunged all the way inside until his balls slapped her ass. Any live woman would have been screaming her head off at such a deep penetration of her ass but the dead woman remained totally still and silent. As he plundered her he reached down and yanked her hair and caressed her tits. There was nothing more pleasurable then being in such a tight hole. He came almost immediately with loud groans and yells. He then realized that he had gone on longer than he should have. He needed to get her back to the house so he could prepare her for the children. They would be getting plenty hungry. He feared they might break the iron bars and be unleashed upon humanity. Immediately he went out and got back into the drivers seat. Soon he was headed down the highway. He didn't have to worry about his passenger in the back. No one knew about his dubious cargo and she would keep until he arrived.

It was nearly an hour drive out to the desolate wooded region where he lived. Years ago he had moved into the old abandoned house. It was perfectly situated in the wooded region to conceal his criminal activities from law enforcement. He finally reached the old gravel trail that led to the property. It was still miles back in the woods over the rough trail. He had to slow down considerably which made it take even longer. The gravel trail narrowed into a rugged dirt path with dense woods on each side. Occasionally when he hit a bump or a sink he could hear the noise of the dead woman bouncing around. Finally he came to the clearing in which the heavy woods thinned out into a glade. In the dark mist the old house loomed before him like a sinister shadow. It was a large Victorian style home with gables and an iron fence around it. It had not been occupied in a century before Vince moved into it. Now he lived there all alone except for the children.

Vince drove through the gate and parked his car right in front of the porch. He got out and opened the back seat door. He reached in and dragged the woman's corpse out into the grass. He knew he had a very unpleasant job to perform but the children would have it no other way. They hated heads. When fed they liked chomping down on soft flesh and bone. That is why he would have to decapitate her before the feeding, otherwise they would be very upset. He procured a long knife from the trunk of his car. He took him nearly ten minutes to sever the neck entirely into. He then picked it up and put it into a bag with other items he had taken from her which included her laced under panties. He always collected those things as reminders of his sordid deeds. He then took the bag and tossed the headless body over his shoulder. He walked up the porch and up to the great iron door. He turned the lock and shoved it open. Already he could hear the growls of the children and the rushing of their many feet. He had first found them near a tree when they were just hatchlings. He put them in a box and took them into raise. He was surprised at how rapidly they grew. Finally he needed a cage for them. Now they were enormous. He wondered if they would ever stop growing. He had tried different ways to destroy them but nothing worked, not even guns. He knew how their ravenous appetite had changed from animals to human flesh. He knew he had to keep feeding them or they might brake out and wreck havoc upon the world. He knew also that they were multiplying and he didn't know how much longer the huge cage would contain them.

He set the bag containing the head down and walked over to the iron cage. He didn't even like to look at the ghastly creatures he had nourished and raised. He could not even describe the horror of what he had helped to create. Their formless shapes were like nothing he had seen on earth and more like a vision in a nightmare. Their piecing growls and screeches were like the cries from the pits of hell. They were now his masters. Once a full time murderer and rapist he was now a slave to these horrid beast and committed to bring them food.

He proceeded over to the cage. He quickly opened the top enough to dump the headless body inside. He looked away from the ghastly scene but he could hear the disgusting sounds of teeth chomping through flesh and bone and the horrible growls. He felt a splatter of blood on him and he felt sick. After a while the noise died down as the creatures devoured the corpse completely. He knew that later he would have to set out to find another victim.

Wonda Stevens awoke after a night of passionate sex with her boyfriend Gary. She looked at the clock on the wall and discovered it was already passed 8:00 am. If she was going to make it to the seminar she had to hurry. She got up out of the bed and walked over to the full length dresser mirror. She smiled because she liked what she saw. She was a tall and leggy blonde bombshell with as many curves as a country road. She picked up a brush and began to run it through her long curls. She could feel Gary's eyes on her. He was now awake. He loved watching her comb her hair in the mirror especially when she was naked. She had the most gorgeous pair of legs of any woman he had ever known. Her prominent ass cheeks were perfectly offset by the narrowness of her waist. He was already getting a hardon just from looking at her. Now he wanted her very badly. He got out of bed and walked up behind her. She smiled as he approached.

"I see you". she said to him jokingly.

"You are going to feel me to", he said to her.

He put his arms around her and pressed himself against her. She could now feel his rigid cock pressing into her but cheeks. He began to kiss and lick her neck and shoulders. It was very bad timing for sex. If she gave into him she would miss the seminar and her chance to win ten thousand in the drawing. Even if she didn't win would be given a consolation prize which included two hundred dollars worth of makeup. She knew she could have sex with Gary anytime but this was a one time thing. She slipped out of his arms.

"Gary not now. I have to be at the seminar in one hour. I don't want to be late."

"What is at the seminar?" he ask her? "I need you really badly. Are you just going to walk out on me?"

"Oh please try to understand Gary." I have to be there for the drawing. It means a lot to me. It might mean some money or at the least some....well its important to me. When I come back we will make up for lost time tonight with candle lights and everything."

Gary backed away from her. As bad as he needed her and wanted her was not going to beg her to stay. It would be just fine. If she wanted to two time him that would be aright. She was only a part time fuck buddy and he had other women on the strings. Hell he would show her a thing or two. He would invite Jenifer over and he didn't care if she walked in and caught them fucking her. It would serve her right. He stood there watching her dress. She had selected a tight fitting sexy outfit that displayed her luscious curves so well. He watched her slid her nylon hose up her long sexy legs. Then she slipped into a pair of black High heels. Hell she looked so damn sexy. He could have fucked her right there but of course he restrained himself. Before she went out the door she gave him a lingering kiss.

"Remember love tonight", she said to him with a smile as she walked out the door.

What a fool was she taking him for she thought.

Wonda never got to the seminar. Her car had ran out of gas on the long road to Ridgeway. There was not a single vehicle in sight as far as she could see down the lonely stretch of road. She then decided to call Gary on her cellphone. There was no answer. Looking around she saw a gravel path leading back into the dense woods. She didn't know why but she started down it rather than to stay on the road and wait for help. It seemed like something was beckoning to her and telling her to follow it. Rather then leading her to anything it lead her into thicker woods. Finally she realized she was

completely lost as the path had taken many twist and turns. after a while her legs were getting tired from walking over the rough ground. When she looked down she saw a spot of blood on her leg. She realized that she had cut her self on a thorn bush and tore her hose. Oh God, if she ever reached the meeting she would have to go that way. She decided to sit down to rest for a awhile. For the first time in her life she felt real fear. She had not been so afraid since she was a little girl. It seemed like from behind every tree some creature might jump out at her. Indeed there was something sinister about the place. Something very evil. Once again she took out her cellphone and tried to contact her boyfriend. There was still no answer. She could still hear that voice telling her to go on Against her better judgement she listened to it. She got up and continued walking. Where she was headed she did not know but she kept going.

Suddenly she stopped. She saw a clearing in the distance. Out of the distant mist appeared an old house. It was a very large structure to be situated so deep in the woods. She wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her. She opened her eyes and closed them again. The house was still there. There was something sinister about it. She seemed to recall that she had seen it somewhere. Perhaps it was in her dreams or maybe in her nightmares. She was not sure.

It stood there in front of her like something threatening. Its large vacant windows seemed to stare down at her as if it were a living thing. Yet she found certain comfort in the fact that its walls would provide shelter and rest. At the moment she did not care if it was inhabited by ghost. She needed a place to rest her tired legs. She continued on up to the gate. When she pushed on it, it opened with a loud grading sound. She continued walking up the gravel path until she reached the porch. She walked up to the large gothic door. She knocked several times but there was no answer. She then turned the iron knob and pushed it open. She walked into a large dimly lit interior. It was quite elegantly furnished with couches and sofas. There was a dimly lit hallway and what appeared to be a kitchen. Who ever occupied the place appeared to be gone. She knew what a risk she was taking by entering such a place but perhaps the person or persons who lived there might help her. She went down the dark hall until she came to a bedroom and went inside. She could see the wooded glade and the pathway through the large window. The bed looked comforting to her so she climbed intoit. She laid back on the pillow and tried to relax. Before she knew it she had drifted off into a deep sleep.

Had she known the real reason Gary had not answered the phone it would added an element disgust to her already tortured mind. Jennifer had accepted Gary's invitation to come over. They were naked on the bed in Gary's room, their bodies entwined. He was fucking her with hard deep thrust, his ass pumping away with a primal rhythm. He heard the phone ring but he did not bother to answer it. He finally reached over and picked it up. He then saw Wanda's name in the display window. He could not imagine what she wanted since he thought she was at the hotel. It never occurred to him that she was in trouble. Anyway why should he care about Wonda? He was getting his piece of ass.

"Who is that?" Jennifer enquired.

"I don't know he replied. Probably a scam call." "Hush you are spoiling the moment", he said, resuming his fucking.

Vince had found his next victim. She was walking down a dimly lit sidewalk in a deserted part of town. He came out from the enclave between two buildings and followed her. Like most of his victims she was plumply curved and a little on the heavy side. She was so stuffed into the revealing outfit she was wearing that the stretched fabric seemed about to bust at the seams. His eyes followed the way her ass cheeks twitched and wiggled as she walked. He sneaked up behind her without her being aware of his presence.

When he was close enough he pulled a heavy mallet from his pocket. When he was right behind her he lifted it up. The young woman saw him and yelled out but it was too late. The mallet struck her on the top of the head crushing her skull. She onto the sidewalk. He grabbed her by the arms and dragged her back to his car. Blood was dripping onto the pavement from her terrible injury. He opened the car door and pulled her into the back seat. He did not have to check her. He knew she was dead. She lay there sprawled out with a fixed glazed stare. He raised her skirt up and spread her legs apart. He loved her meaty thighs and wide ass. He smiled. Food for the children he thought. He was going to make this a quicky. There was no sense in letting them grow hungry. With no further ado he pulled his cock out. Pushing her legs all the way back he mounted and entered her, his ass muscles pumping furiously at her dead pussy.

Wanda awoke to the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. Through the window she could see a man get out of the vehicle. She was almost happy to see that the occupant had returned. Her happiness soon turned into fear and even horror when she saw him pull a body out of the passenger seat. and drag it onto the grass. What she saw next sent her mind into shear terror. With a knife he had procured out of the trunk he proceeded to cut the woman's head off. Realizing the extreme danger she was in she took out her phone and called Gary. This time much to her relief he answered the phone.

"Gary listen to me", she pleaded. "I need help. Come out here and send the police with you. I am at an old house on a gravel road just off the interstate that leads out of town. Oh God Gary he is carrying her inside. I can see him from the hall. He is.... my God she is headless. He is taking her to this....it looks like a cage. He is giving her to some kind of....Ooooooh my God Gary.....Its some kind of......They are, oh the sound they make......Its like....EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.........!!!!!!!!"

The phone went dead. Gary now hated himself for not having answered the phone earlier. Now that Jennifer had left he realized how much he cared for her and even loved her. A feeling came over him that he had never experienced when he realized that she was in some kind of desperate trouble. He rushed out to his car while at the same time notifying the police on his cellphone. He told the officer about what all he had heard on the phone. In a few minutes he arrived at the location where Wonda's car had ran out of gas. The officers arrived at the scene soon afterwards. They started down the trail. In a few minutes they reached the old house. They went through the iron gate and up the gravel walkway to the doorway.

The officers drew their guns as they entered the house. What they saw stopped them in their tracks. There on the floor was two severed female heads. One was Gary's girlfriend Wanda. There was a a twisted expression of terror frozen on her face. Her horror filled eyes stared right at him. The horrible creatures were munching off the rest of her. There was blood all over the ceiling and on the floor. Gary fainted dead away.

The officers fired at Vince who came screaming at them like a madman with a knife in his hand. He fell dead on the floor. The officers then unleashed a hail of bullets at the creatures but they had no effect other then to intensify their horrifying growls and screeches.

"What in the name of heaven are they?" said one of the officers.

"I don't know but they are nothing from this world. We need to call the whole force. Maybe even the army."

"Oh my God.... oh my God", answered the other officer.

None of them had noticed that before Vince died he had written on the floor in his own blood: "Food For The Children."