HERNANDEZ SANTOS 24 Hours to Supernova First published by Hernandez Santos Publications 2020 Copyright © 2020 by Hernandez Santos All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. First edition Proofreading by Mother Superior This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy. Find out more at reedsy.com Contents iv 1 6 13 18 27 40 48 56 63 69 75 80 85 91 96 99 104 109 114 Preface 1. Glasgow, Scotland 2. Hindley, England 3. The Beast of Clarkston 4. Nightmare Conversation 5. The Faggot File 6. Willy the Conqueror 7. Recess in Chambers 8. Lady FatCow’s Panties 9. Pacific Jewel Cruis e 10. Machine Gun Arse 11. Real-Man Bonding 12. Breaking and Entry 13. A Girl’s Best Friend 14. Cuban Cigars 15. MI6 Gets Involved 16. Corroborating Details 17. Final Bullet Points 18. Lethal Cocktails 19. Café by the River 20. Supernova 118 Preface WARNING – WARNING – WARNING (Please read carefully before proceeding to read this book) 24 Hours to Supernova (Fictional Raw Adult Comedy Suspense Thriller) Offensive Material Disclaimer The content of this publication contains very objectionable material, which the reader may find upsetting, insulting, disturbing, obnoxious, obscene, and offensive. Unsuitable Material Disclaimer The content of this publication is not suitable for children of any age, or the do goody goody politically correct nanny woke snowflake brigade. iv No Responsibility Disclaimer The author will not be held responsible for damages of any kind, including health issues and gender identity confusion that the reader may suffer from as a result of reading the content of this publication. 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No animals were harmed in the production and publication of this book. v 1 Glasgow, Scotland The following events take place between 1pm and 2pm. 1pm Glasgow, Scotland: Dr Nightmare Faggot was lying across his plush lounge sofa reading a special edition of the Gideon’s Bible that he had stolen recently while away up north on a skiing trip in the Scottish Highlands. Dr Nightmare Faggot was wearing his favourite twill-woven worsted-wool kilt, in bright striking colours of the Andrews Clan tartan from the House of McBunnyBrook. Faggot was holding the half-opened Bible clasped firmly in his right hand, with his left forearm slipped under the kilt from the waist down, tugging himself off with increasing rapid strokes. Nightmare’s eyelids were flickering like a butterfly, his ankles crossed over each other, his toes twitching and curling, clearly ready to enjoy his imminent special wet-moment. Nightmare Faggot who rarely wore underpants under his kilt, was breathing heavily when he suddenly lurched upwards, quickly pulled his hand out from under his kilt, slammed the 1 24 HOURS TO SUPERNOVA Bible shut and stuffed it under one of the sofa cushions, then sat up pretending he was watching the tennis on television while sipping a whiskey on the rocks. His favourite, three cubes of ice with a double shot of Glenfiddich, no water. Dr Nightmare was a closet drinker among other things, a hangover from his younger days when he sniffed glue, smoked weed, and drank like a fish, mostly hard liquor. Today, under the thumb of his wife Mrs Lily White, he’s nothing more than a bored white-haired old man, mainly all skin and bones with the only noticeable meat being under his kilt, still desperately searching for a retirement hobby. Faggot, an alleged paedophile, spends most of his time these days, lying on the sofa-bed watching TV, drinking whiskey, and masturbating. Nightmare’s wife, Lily White, is not exactly a small creature, having spent many years excessively eating cakes and biscuits, she developed an African hippopotamus figure, wobbling and creaking whenever she moved around the house, especially coming down the stairs in their small terraced two-bedroomed council house in Clarkston, Glasgow. The immediate neigh- bours have mentioned they could hear her going up and down the stairs, and once wondered if Nightmare Faggot was hitting Mrs Lily White, taken aback by the loud thumping sounds emanating through the walls. It was this creaking noise that alerted Nightmare that his wife was about to come in the room while he was busily tugging himself off, giving him time to conceal the evidence, but it was too late. Mrs Lily White had noticed Dr Faggot stuffing the Bible under a cushion when she glanced through the open 2 GLASGOW, SCOTLAND lounge room door while plodding downstairs. “Oh, my dear Nightmare, what did you hide under the cushion, show me my love”. For some strange reason, Mrs Lily White still had a big- time crush on Dr Nightmare Faggot, who sheepishly (and that’s another dirty story) pulled the Bible from under the cushion and handed it over to his wife. Bright red-faced, Faggot turned to continue watching the tennis on television and waited for an ear bashing. Lily White knew Faggot like the back of her hand. She held the Bible upside down and shook it briskly, until a newspaper cutting fell out onto the floor. Nightmare was not studying the Bible, he had been reading about Cardinal Pell who was recently convicted in the Australian High Court for sexually molesting underage boys. Faggot, also a deeply religious man and an alleged paedophile himself, was masturbating while he read the article about Cardinal Pell, so God only knows what perverted thoughts were demonising Dr Nightmare Faggot’s mind that afternoon. Mrs Lily White picked up the newspaper cutting and sat alongside Nightmare on the edge of the sofa. Faggot was surprised, she hadn’t raised her voice or swung her fist into his face. Lily White was intensely jealous of Faggot’s interest in little boys, she wanted his feelings and attention all for herself. This time, Mrs Lily White smiled at Nightmare, placing her hand on his pale skeleton like knee cap, sliding it under his kilt up his smooth bony thigh, and then a little higher. She whispered in Faggot’s ear, “Today’s your birthday Nightmare, come with me love, I have a surprise for you”. 3 24 HOURS TO SUPERNOVA “Oh blow me away like a feather”, Nightmare Faggot thought to himself. “The Lord is my shepherd. I wonder what my lovely wife has in store for me. A blow-job, or maybe just a plain old boring hand-job, or, oh my wonderful Lord, full blown anal sex in my favourite hippo-potty-arse”. Faggot was so excited on this special day, his birthday. Dr Nightmare Faggot hadn’t had proper sex with his wife for ages. She’d give Faggot the odd hand-job occasionally when he got a bit too frisky for her liking, menopause also playing its role in her lack of enthusiasm, but mainly, the rumours she had heard over and over again, about her husband sticking his dick into sheep pussy, and little boy’s arses, in fact, any arse if truth be told, was starting to play a toll on her mind. Mrs Lily White always turned a blind eye to anything people said about her husband, like an ostrich, with its head stuck deep into the sand. See no evil, hear no evil. Lily White took her husband’s hand, and with a twinkling loving glint in his eyes, she walked him up to the main bedroom. “Take off your kilt my love, sit on the bed, and close your eyes”, she said to Nightmare, giving him a sloppy kiss on his cheek, not on his dick as he was hoping. By this time, Dr Nightmare Faggot was as hard as a skinny limp pork sausage, all set and raring to go, for his surprise birthday action, or so he desperately wished. Lily White said to Dr Nightmare Faggot, “no peeking now my sweet loving pumpkin, keep your cute little eyes closed”. Nightmare was so excited, he started oozing liquid droplets from the end of his floppy semi-hard penis head. 4 GLASGOW, SCOTLAND Mrs Lily White opened the tall bedroom wardrobe door, put in her arm, and took out a hanger with a pair of long grey slacks and pale blue long-sleeved office-style shirt. “Open your eyes my darling Nightmare”, Mrs Lily White said, with a happy trembling voice. “Surprise, surprise, my love. I bought you some new clothes to wear tonight at your birthday party. Tonight we’re going out to celebrate into the early hours”. Dr Nightmare Faggot went as limp as a wet hankie in seconds, but managed to put on a brave face, smile, and say, “Lily my ever so thoughtful wife, what a lovely, lovely, surprise. I would never have guessed. You are far too kind to me”. “Oh silly Nightmare, it was nothing, go and have a bath, and try on your new clothes, I want to see what my handsome man looks like all dressed up”, Lily replied smiling, while looking down at his ever diminishing child-like manhood. On that note, Mrs Lily White plodded off nosily downstairs, and Faggot headed off to the bathroom to freshen up, and scrub his somewhat tacky hands. 5 2 Hindley, England The following events take place between 2pm and 3pm. 2pm Hindley, England: Princess GayBoy and his grossly rotund wife Lady FatCow had hardly slept a wink last night. The pair of them were ecstatic, jumping over the moon with great excitement and gay abandon. GayBoy, who lived in a mentally fuzzy world of his own, was giggling and smiling to himself all day. He knew what was happening that evening, something he had longed for years to experience. He was very close to his Aunt Lily and Uncle Nightmare, and he wanted tonight’s party to be a very special occasion, especially for Dr Nightmare Faggot, who GayBoy totally admired. Lady FatCow was a different beast, a promiscuous woman in her forties, a no-good wife-swapping childless hussy who lived a sordid underworld lifestyle. Unbeknown to Lady FatCow, she was being surveilled by the local Hindley police, Interpol and the fraud squad. Facing many years behind bars if found guilty, she pressed on with life, totally oblivious to the fact that 6 HINDLEY, ENGLAND she was being watched. Princess GayBoy and Lady FatCow would be driving north from Hindley to Scotland very shortly. First they’d pop in to say hello to Aunt Lily and Uncle Nightmare, have a cuppa, and give Uncle Nightmare a small gift. They bought him a couple of books for his birthday. How to Win Friends and Influence People, by Dale Carnegie, and a must have for everyone, an ancient Indian Sanskrit text on sexuality, the Kama Sutra. Then, GayBoy and FatCow would head off to Carnbooth House Bed & Breakfast, Clarkston, Glasgow, to check-in and have a rest before tonight’s party. Mrs Lily White and Lady FatCow had been planning Dr Nightmare Faggot’s party for quite some time. Both ladies had confided in each other, and came up with a plan to help Dr Faggot. Lily White had indeed become worried about Nightmare’s seemingly obsessive and growing interest in little boys, like his hero, Cardinal Pell. Rather than having a joyous, loving and natural relationship with Lily White, a full bodied female, Dr Nightmare Faggot seemed more interested in children, especially little boys. His behaviour did concern Mrs Lily White from time to time, but she simply brushed the issue aside, feeling it was more a reflection of her husband’s ageing years and he was simply trying to relive his youth once again. Mrs Lily White couldn’t have been more gullible or naïve if she tried. Mrs Lily White and Lady FatCow decided to give Dr Nightmare Faggot a big surprise at the party tonight. They had managed to obtain special permission from Glasgow’s notorious razor 7 24 HOURS TO SUPERNOVA gang, The Rebel Angels, to use their club premises for the party. Lily White and FatCow were also going to surprise Nightmare with one hell of a birthday cake. Lady FatCow had arranged for a massive cake to be baked and decorated at a local bakery in Hindley, who, due to the special occasion, agreed to drive the cake to the Rebel Angel’s gang-club, and when the time was right, wheel it out into the club on a hospital-bed sized mobile- catering table by two very scantily clad females. Now, if that wasn’t enough of a surprise for Dr Nightmare Faggot, Mrs Lily White and Lady FatCow, had also arranged for a near-naked long-haired sexy blonde woman to jump out of the cake, skip across to Dr Nightmare Faggot, sit erotically on his knees, open her legs wide, let his hands wander all over her, and then she would give him a huge long-lasting creamy icing-sugar French kiss, while gently caressing his crutch. Lily White, so desperately hoped that seeing the two scantily dressed females having fun with the Rebel Angels, and the near-naked creamy sexy blonde woman jumping onto Faggot’s lap with such close intimate contact, would arouse his natural animal instincts, and he’d try to sweep Lily White off her feet once again. Lily was so keen to have Dr Nightmare Faggot, throw her onto bed, hoist his Jolly Roger, and give her a howling half hour orgasm deep inside her horny wet pussy for a change, rather than her arse, which Faggot always seemed to prefer. Princess GayBoy was so happy to see his wife bubbling with such excitement, as she talked about the wonderful surprise lined up for Dr Nightmare Faggot. The thought of tonight’s sur- prise party celebrations even aroused GayBoy, so he promptly asked his wife, Lady FatCow, if she’d like to pop upstairs into 8 HINDLEY, ENGLAND their bedroom with him for a quick “how’s your father” up her arsehole, before they headed up north to Glasgow. Lady FatCow said no, because, much as she’d love a quick fuck, she had to pop out to the bakery and double-check with them, that everything was in order, and going ahead as planned. “No problem my erotic little bundle of love” said Princess GayBoy. “God, I so love your magnificent expanse of buttocks, makes me feel like I’m floating on a thousand cushions”, GayBoy thought to himself. Lady FatCow had secured the Rebel Angels gang-club through her brother, Benjamin Spencer, while he was serving time in jail for paedophilia. FatCow had paid an inmate called Gunner Hawk, serving time for armed robbery, assault, and murder, who was a member of the Rebel Angels, about twenty thousand pounds to protect her brother in jail from the other inmates. The money was paid in stages to avoid any reneging after the funds were paid out. Lady FatCow, also asked Gunner Hawk if he’d contact his club’s admin chief and request use of the gang-club hall for one night for a party. She explained the whole setup regarding Dr Nightmare Faggot, and the reasons why. She would pay the club five grand for use of their club, and, if the club also provided several Razor Gang members for the night, she would pay all of their food and drink, plus give them all two grand each, if they would gang-bang the lady who jumps out of the cake, right in front of Dr Nightmare Faggot. The cake lady has been well paid, and is very happy for a sexy fun night with the gang. Gunner Hawk had no hesitation agreeing to the deal, and the gang-club’s premises were Lady 9 24 HOURS TO SUPERNOVA FatCow’s for the night. Princess GayBoy was going through his cross-dressing under- wear, trying to decide what he should wear under his black Adidas track pants and bright yellow polo shirt. In the end he chose a darkish red frilly-lace bra, and his favourite light- pinkish silky see-through panties which FatCow had helped him choose a few months ago. Lady FatCow popped up to the bathroom toilet, closed the door, took a small glass container out of her pocket, and urinated into it, until it was half full. She put the lid back on, washed it under the sink tap, dried it off with a towel, and then popped the container back into her pocket. “I’m just off out now lover boy”, she said to Princess GayBoy, “just off to the bakery to check out the cake’s all good. See you soon. Bye”. When Lady FatCow arrived at the bakery, they were just mixing the last lot of creamy icing-sugar mix to pipe onto the cake for additional decoration. “Great timing”, Lady FatCow thought to herself. She watched the huge mixing bowl turning slowly around when the bakery phone rang. This was of course a setup by Lady FatCow, as she had put the number in her smartphone, all ready to press the dial-button at a moment’s notice. When the baker went to the office to answer the phone, FatCow took out the glass jar and emptied her urine into the mixing bowl, watching it nicely blend in with the mixture in seconds. Lady FatCow smiled, she was feeling very pleased with herself, to have managed her snail-trail urine sample so easily. Lady FatCow had this thing about leaving her mark, a bit like a tom- 10 HINDLEY, ENGLAND cat, whenever she could. Her urine was really her idea of a snail- trail, and when everyone ate some of Dr Nightmare Faggot’s birthday cake in the evening, she would know that they were sampling a little of her fresh urine, and that made her feel warm inside, especially believing it would be a bit like bringing the Rebel Angels gang closer to her pussy, as though they were all eating her out. FatCow nearly wet her pants at the thought. She would have loved to have jumped out of the birthday cake herself, and let the Rebel Angels gang-bang her instead of the sexy blonde, but, with Lady FatCow being the size of a sumo- wrestler, that was totally impossible. They would probably need a fork-lift truck to pull her out of the cake. When the baker came back, Lady FatCow checked all was well with the cake schedule and delivery to the Rebel Angel’s gang- club. By a stroke of luck, the rather slim sexy looking long- haired blonde woman arrived just as Lady FatCow was leaving. “Hi” she said to FatCow, “just coming to check that I can position myself properly to jump out, of the cake tonight. I have a feeling in the morning, I’ll be a bit sore around the hips, if you get my drift. I’ve heard that these Rebel Angels can fuck the hell out of you. So excited. What an easy way to earn money. See you later tonight for the show”. “Bye, see you tonight” said Lady FatCow, feeling a bit jealous. Back home, GayBoy had a few tears running down his face, and was happily laughing out loud to himself while he got dressed. He had just remembered, that years ago he had been invited to a bulimic bachelor party, where the cake jumped out of the girl. He thought that was so funny at the time. However, tonight, 11 24 HOURS TO SUPERNOVA was the real deal. 12