The Mist: Epilogue

Monica lay on the ground, panting, her body spattered with her man’s cum. He was looking down at her, his cock still erect, a great bull preparing to seed his woman again.

“Get up,” the man told her. Her man. Her master… She staggered to her feet, tits swaying. All around them was the mist. The city was lost behind her. She blinked. The…

City? It was hard to remember. She’d been…

She’d been…

Lost. Now she knew her place. She had a man. A man possessed her. She saw Jennifer, squatting next to her man, even if Monica couldn’t quite remember his name. She had her arms around his thick, muscled leg, wiggling in delight as he ran his hand through her lush, black hair.

The mist grew thicker. Now the building…

Building? What was a… She blinked. She’d been thinking silly thoughts again. Her man was here. He would do what needed to be done. There were other women here, girls with their men. And in front of them…

A woman. Curvy beyond belief. She smiled, saying nothing, and gestured as they walked into the mist.

Monica didn’t even notice that the canyon they entered had never been there before.

It didn’t matter. She followed her man, and he followed the woman. Now and then, they stopped, eating fruit, and he fucked her, pushing her up against a tree and thrusting into her with that incredible cock. Holding her with his muscled hands. Using her.

As was proper. Then when he was talking to the other men, Monica reached out and caressed Jennifer’s heavy tits, the other girl responding. They didn’t need to worry about what the men were saying…

They would tell them what they needed to know soon enough.

“Follow me,” he ordered and Monica obediently got up, Jennifer doing the same, licking her lips as she went to her man. He smacked her on her ass and Jennifer squeaked in delight.

They kept walking, for what seemed like days. And then the canyon opened out into a valley…

Monica thought there were little huts in the distance.

But it didn’t matter. The woman smiled and then vanished back into the mist…

And Monica followed her Man to her new home.

 ****

Jake drove up the path. The tree was back the way it had been, the entire place looking like it was just waiting for new employees and tenants.

And it was. He’d watched it once, down the road, using a telescope, and the tree had fallen, the building had been covered by mist…

And  then the next day, everyone was gone.

Which wasn’t the creepy part. Nope, that wasn’t creepy.

What was creepy was that nobody ever came for the tenants. Nobody called, nobody asked about them.

The first time, he figured it was just people without any real family ties… But college students? Lawyers?  

And then he’d checked, the next time it happened. There were no records. Even if he remembered them, if they’d given him copies of their licenses and IDs…. They vanished. No record at the DMV, or their school, or their job. One lawyer, he’d interviewed in her office and when he’d driven by… someone else was  in that office and everyone looked at him like he was crazy when he’d mentioned the name of the Junior Partner. Creeped him out and his house wasn’t down the canyon—no, he had an apartment in the city, where there was noise twenty-four hours a day. Where there were lights and people.

And he’d never stay in the building overnight—or even close to the afternoon.

But as he walked into the empty foyer, noticing that the goods in the store had been restocked, (no clerk—the girl had gone with the rest of the people) he looked at the reason he hadn’t just stopped coming.

A pile of gold nuggets, along with some uncut jewels. Finding a buyer for the jewels might be hard, but there was at least two pounds of gold there, sometimes more, sometimes less, but enough to make it worth his while.

He scooped it up and turned and walked away. In a few months, he’d start getting tenants again.

But for now, he was going to sell the gold and jewels and then head out to Las Vegas.

And forget all about the place for a few weeks.

Jake took one last look at the building, and then headed back to his car, putting it in gear, and driving back down to the bright, busy, city.

He carefully did not look in his rearview mirror.