Copyright 2003 - Clemstra
Trust the Fisherman - by Clemstra
Nadine was mostly out of it. The drugs they gave her kept her subdued,
disconnected. They wanted to make certain she didn't escape, didn't
have a chance to get help. As long as she was alive and incapacitated
they could control her business affairs. Right now they were planning
on gutting several companies. They didn't care that the companies
made regular profits. They didn't care that thousands of men and women
would be thrown out of work. All they cared about was the short term
profit. Very short term, they couldn't keep her this way without
arising suspicion for much longer.
"Just take it easy Nadine."
Her husband Lloyd made sure she wouldn't be able to get far.
He'd taken the telephone out of her room. Handsome Lloyd,
intelligent and charming. He'd seemed a dream come true.
More then that, she'd fallen in love and he'd seemed to love
her too.
"Relax and get some sleep Nadine," he kissed her and left.
God, she'd been such a fool. She thought she'd finally found love.
No sooner had they married, then he'd tried to steal her fortune.
Luckily Nadine hadn't transferred her money to him. It was still
hers, so he'd hatched a plan to quickly take what he and his people
could and flee. She had to be alive to allay suspicions. They
probably didn't want to flee a murder charge either. By the time
anyone really broke in to find her drugged, they'd have fled with
hundreds of millions of dollars.
She'd still have a small fortune. But so many people would have been
hurt. There was a way, she was certain of it. She recalled the
courses she'd taken at Miskatonic U. She recalled how she thought
she'd found significant similarity with certain commercial icons,
their jingles and ancient summonings of certain beings. She'd done
a term paper on it and the professor had been intrigued.
"You know Nadine, they had a case of a mystery murder...if you can
call it that. It fits with this." He told her of a housewife's
cleanly picked skeleton found on a kitchen table. No other
remains of her had ever been found. The woman's husband had gone
insane and now was said to sing constantly, the jingle of the
Jolly Green Giant. On the kitchen table near the skeleton was an
empty package of Jolly Green Giant peas.
"You don't really think...?"
He'd smiled, "You never know do you Nadine?"
She'd wondered about it for years. In her spare time she'd done some
studies and had come up with some interesting conclusions. Now was a
good time to test those theories. Of course there would be a cost.
Her life would be the price. Her life Vs thousands of men, women
and their families. She might be the last in a long line of her
family, but like them, she believed in loyalty. It worked both ways.
If your employees were loyal to you, you in turn were loyal to them.
Through the haze of drugs she managed an ironic smile. At least her
death wouldn't be painful. She wondered if they'd find a cleanly
picked skeleton...all that was left of her. She'd managed to write
a letter to her old Miskatonic U professor. She'd set it in a place
to be mailed when this was all done with. The police would never
believe it, but her old professor would. Well, then her death would
also serve a dual purpose. Help all those thousands of employees and
further the study of the occult.
Weakly she managed to use lipstick to trace a few symbols on her
vanity mirror. That done, she struggled out of her clothing.
She was to drugged to stand for long, so she sat on the edge
of her own bed. Breathing deeply she then started to sing:
"Trust the Gorton's Fisherman."
She waited in silence, struggling not to give in to the lure of
drugged sleep. The room seemed suddenly calm, then from out of
nowhere a breeze blew in the room. The scent of sea spray, the
sound of sea gulls, and standing in front of her was the Gorton's
Fisherman. He stood tall, dressed like an eighteenth century sea
captain. His eyes gray, his skin weathered with the winds of the
sea, his beard was salt and pepper.
"Welcome" she greeted him.
He smiled at her. "Well now Nadine, you called?"
"I know the cost, but hear me out please. A small favor,
very small, with just cause and stand. Please just let my
husband and his people be caught before they can ruin so many
lives. That's all I ask, please?"
He walked over to her on the bed and sat down with her. She
could smell the sea upon him as he moved his hand up, running
his fingers through her auburn hair. "I think that can be
arranged."
she found herself closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead.
"Sleep Nadine, once the deed is done I'll be back for you."
She fell back on the bed, giving in to the drugs in her
system and slept soundly.
Lloyd took the forged documents in with his lawyer. They almost had
it. Shortly they'd have sold a company and have hundreds of millions
of dollars. They'd take the money, launder it, buy their way into
another country and all before anyone would be the wiser. By the
time anyone wondered and found Nadine still in a drugged state, it
would be to late. He liked Nadine, but this was the big one. This
was his ticket to financial freedom, to mastering his own fate.
Nadine wouldn't be broke by any means, and she could blame it all on
him. Her honor would remain untainted. She might have a broken
heart, but she'd recover.
Nadine couldn't possibly understand. She'd been born wealthy. Oh
sure she seemed to care for the working stiff. But she could afford
charity. She could afford to claim her family had honor. He bet
her early forbears hadn't been that way. More then a few wealthy
families owed it all to ruthless robber barons, con men and swindlers
such as Lloyd himself. They passed the documents to the CEO and the
board. He wanted to see the look on their faces when they realized
their time on this company was done. That this company itself was
done for.
The CEO looked carefully at the paperwork and looked up. "Is this a
joke?" His glasses slid down a bit on his nose as he passed the
papers to a woman on his left.
"No, the paperwork is real I assure, this company will be sold off
this afternoon and closed by the end of the day." Lloyd was enjoying
this.
The woman looked up at her CEO. "Well then, I think we had
best call the police." She passed the paperwork to other men
and women of the board.
Lloyd was confused. The CEO made a phone call. What the !#$*?
As the officers came in to collect him, his lawyer and cohorts, they
showed him the paperwork. Where the forged signature of his wife
Nadine had been, was now written in what looked like blood, "Trust the
Gorton's Fisherman."
"I have one question." The CEO asked looking at him with somber
concern. "What have you done with your wife?"
Nadine awoke to find herself no longer drugged. She was much more
aware now. She felt a man's strong hands help her up. She found
herself in the arms of the now naked being which resembled to a
T the Gorton's Fisherman. The add had a real but very occult
history. The real being was now with her. Her naked breasts
up against his hairy chest.
"It's done," he whispered to her. "We have unfinished business Nadine."
She found herself moaning as he moved his hands up and down her, massaging,
stroking, teasing her. She was lying back on a bed of what seemed
supernatural water. She was spreading her legs, offering herself to
him. "Take me Fisherman, take your catch of the day." My God, had
she really said that? She had, she was no longer in control. It
was like a ride at an amusement park. You get on and ride it till
the end. She was on the ride till the end.
He was kissing her, licking her all over, entering her. As he thrust into
her, she felt as if she were apart of a great ocean wave that flowed with
the timing of the universe. She heard herself moaning with intensity,
moving her body to his. His member within her, in and out like the waves
of the tide. She'd never have thought such pleasure humanly possible.
But it was with no human man she was having sex with, and with his kind's
lust also came hunger. She wondered if he would fix her like a fish stick.
There was humor in that.
"Aye lass, tender Nadine. Shall I fry, bake, boil or sauté you?"
He picked her up in his arms. His lust was filled as was hers. Now
his hunger had to be fed. Even in his control she noted her emotions
with the eye of a scholar. She wanted him to prepare, cook and eat
her. It was said creatures of darkness such as he, could do such things.
There was no fear, she doubted there would be pain.
She found herself smiling in his arms, kissing his lips hungrily as he
now desired to consume her. He laughed, "ah Nadine, your a fresh
catch."
A wall of fog appeared and he walked with her through it. He brought
her to a giant kitchen made for preparing human sized meals. He set
her down on a counter and started to remove her hair. The hair from
her head, her eye brows, eye lashes, her body hair, her pussy hair.
She shivered in pleasure as he removed the hair from her vaginal area.
She spread her legs offering herself to him again.
He laughed in a hearty way. "All right Nadine, one more time before
your preparation and our dinner together." He locked his legs about
hers and on the counter they copulated beside a stove with a giant
frying pan. "Now lass, it's time to prepare you."
He waved his hand over her stomach. She felt empty inside. He'd
cleaned her insides out with the wave of his hand. He dipped her
in batter, then rolled her in something. "Like fish sticks" she
thought amused. He put butter and wine in the giant frying pan,
then put her into it. She felt her buttocks, and backside simmer
in the pan. No pain she realized, just as her studies had led her
to believe. He flipped her over as she closed her eyes. She felt
herself simmering in the butter and wine. Her breasts, stomach, even
her vagina tickling with intermittent heat as she cooked.
He took her out and laid her out on a platter. "Dinner time now
Nadine." "I wish you luck in your next life, but at least
this isn't the worst of ways to end it in this life, now is it?"
She opened her eyes, and smiled at him as best she could with her
lips partially sealed by fried batter. She felt him hungrily
start to chew on her toes, working his way up with vigor. "Your
a tasty lass," he commented as he sunk his teeth into her calves.
Amazing she had to acknowledge, there was no pain. It even felt nice
to be eaten by him. He'd mentioned her next life, another theory
proven. To bad she couldn't get this info to her old professor at
Miskatonic U as well.
He was consuming her thighs, taking his time with the inner portions.
Her licked the batter from her pussy, moving his tongue in deeply
to her vaginal hole, first lingering over her clitoris. She found
herself moaning in pleasure as he started eating her vaginal lips,
then the rest of her vagina. Her rump, her tender stomach, internal
organs, her sucked her nipples before consuming her breasts. He'd
eaten her all as she looked down at her own bones. She wondered
if her old professor at Miskatonic U would have a tale concerning
her cleanly picked skeleton being found. Then she went on to what
awaited her in the after life.
The police searched Nadine's mansion. They brought her husband of
only a few months, Lloyd. "What did you do with her," they asked him?
"She's fine, I only drugged her. Other then that she's probably
fast asleep in her bed."
He couldn't understand why they called him a monster. "Murderer,
my God man, what did you do to her?" He heard them mumbling something
about acid, only bones left. What were they talking about?
Lloyd was charged with many charges of fraud, forgery, attempted theft.
He and his people would face prison for that. They'd face life in
prison for the murder of his wife Nadine. Even with her skeletal
remains found on her bed, he still claimed that neither he nor his
people had harmed her. They also wondered what the empty Gorton
Fisherman's package by her remains was about. They felt he had to be a
madman. They where certain that the Gorton Fisherman's package was
part of his singular insanity.
A professor at Miskatonic U received a very interesting letter from
a former student of his. The letter was most illuminating but
worrying. When the news of Nadine's fate made the papers, he understood.
She'd acted on her research for the good of thousands. She'd paid
the price willingly. He doubted the police would believe it though.
It was better perhaps that they believed her husband had killed her
in some hideous manner.