by Dani René
“Come on, Sweet Molly,” Daddy says. “We need to go.”
“But I wanted to play,” I pout once more. “Can we fuck, please, Daddy?”
“Baby girl, we need to get out of here before they come,” he warns, but I know Daddy, and I know how to make him do things.
Dropping to my knees in front of the man I love, I giggle. I dip my finger in the sticky red liquid of the old man as he screams, and I paint a pretty red cross on my forehead, reminding Pike of why we’re here.
“Jesus, Molly,” he grunts as I unzip his ripped jeans, pulling out his thick, pierced cock. The silver glint of the ring on the underside of his shaft makes my mouth water. I lap at him as the pastor starts praying. He can’t move away. He’s watching the way I take Pike into my mouth, sucking him deep into my throat. The sounds of the old man’s agonizing pleas and my choking makes for a euphoric symphony.
Pike grips my long blonde hair, fisting it as he fucks my face hard and fast. Spit drips from my chin as my Daddy looks down at me with a smile of satisfaction on his handsome face. Blue eyes pierce me in the dimly lit building.
“You’re my sweet girl, Molls,” he tells me, shoving his cock into my throat. His body jerks and the heat of his seed shoots into my mouth, filling me with every drop. He tugs himself from between my lips and turns to the old man. “That was good, hope you enjoyed the show asshole,” Pike lifts his gun and as the trigger sounds around us, the man falls onto his back. “He needed to end.”
“I love you, Daddy.” I lean up on my tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek. “It doesn’t matter what they say, Pike,” I tell him. “You’re always mine.”
The Train Wreck
Pike
We’ve been roaming the streets aimlessly for hours and nothing seems to be holding our interest until we come across the old train yard that sits at the end of Sybil Street. Molly’s always asked me to take her to this place and as we reach the chain-link fence with the NO TRESPASSING sign hanging on it, I give her a grin and arch an eyebrow.
“Wanna go in?” I ask her.
“Really?” she replies in excitement, clapping her hands together happily.
“Let’s do it,” I reply as I pull the sign off the fence and toss it aside. I lean down and narrow my eyes at the lock before I decide that it’ll be easy enough to pick. In no time, I’ve got the chain wrapped around my fist, the lock swinging from the end of it, and push one of the fence doors open for my Sweet Molls.
Her tiny, but deadly form moves quickly into the forbidden and I follow closely behind her. I don’t think we’ll have too much trouble if someone catches us in here, because I’ll just let Molls do her thing and see if anyone thinks it would be a good idea to try and report us afterwards. She’s so small and unassuming that it makes the shock of what she’s truly capable of even more fucking amazing if she’s pushed too far.
I laugh when she runs for the first open train car she sees and climbs in, striking a pose with her arms high up in the air, like she’s just won the Train Yard Olympics or some shit.
I walk over and lean on the wooden floor, grinning up at her child-like enthusiasm for breaking the rules yet again. “How is it that this place makes you so damn happy?”
“Because on the outside, you only see what you’re presented—old, broken down skeletons of things that once were, but when you get the chance to come in and take a closer look, you can see these for what they are. Beautiful pieces of art lost to time with little to no one who actually appreciates them. Kind of like us,” she explains with a small smile.
My grin gives way to a genuine smile and I find myself wondering how I got so lucky to end up with a girl like this. There are days where I doubt that I’m even worth her time anymore, but then she says shit like this and it makes me remember that she loves me just as much as I love her.
The grip we have on each other’s hearts is all consuming and burns brighter than the sun itself, and I’d let her drag me to Hell if she wished without a second thought of the flames awaiting us or objections of any kind.
“Come on down, baby girl. Let’s take a walk around,” I suggest, holding my arms up toward her. She leans down and jumps into my embrace, wrapping her legs around me, and nips the side of my neck before I set her down with a laugh.
Molly slips her hand into mine and I use my fingers to undo the chain and swing it around as we begin our little expedition. It’s mostly like she said—skeletons of the past and nothing more, but she seems to be enjoying it and I won’t rush her since I don’t know when I’ll be able to get her back in here again. She seems happy enough just running her hand along the sides of the ruined and dismal structures, until she suddenly stops short, narrowing her eyes at something in the distance.
I turn my eyes to follow hers and begin to chew my lower lip thoughtfully. I know what she wants to do and that’s walk toward the fire that has her suddenly entranced to find out what, or who, the source is. I didn’t think tonight would be anything other than a friendly stroll out with my girl, but it seems that the little, dangerous girl inside of Molly wants to come out and play.
“Please, Daddy?”
I look down at her and damn near melt when I see how she’s looking up at me with adoration and hope in her eyes. They seem to shine like emeralds at will and she knows how to fucking play me like a fiddle.
“Anything for you, baby girl,” I reply softly, wrapping an arm around her, holding her close. Molly’s hope gives way to happiness as she leans up on the tips of her toes and presses her soft lips against mine.
I chuckle when she backs away from me with a wicked grin and reaches for my hand, pulling me toward the source of the fire. I count the train cars as we pass them. One, two, three, four … five.
“Look Daddy,” she says in a loud-stage whisper. “Let’s go play with them.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, then turn my attention back to the obviously homeless couple, assessing the situation as best as I can. The guy looks up at me with murderous intent in his eyes, but I know that feeling well. He only wants to protect what’s his and the woman at his side, even through the dirt caked on his face and the smell of filth that emanates from the both of them, I can appreciate him for it.
But it doesn’t mean I won’t kill him if Molly asks me to.
“Hi!” she calls out, letting go of my hand and approaching them. “I’m Molly, and that’s my Daddy, Pike. What are your names?” I keep a watchful eye on the entire situation—Molly raising her hands to warm them by the fire, the man stepping in front of his woman, and her as she wraps her arms around him from behind.
With the shake of my head, I walk over to them and drape an arm around Molls’ shoulders and greet them with a nod. She grins up at me quickly before turning her attention back to them, “So? Do you guys have names?”
“I’m Danielle and this here is Clay,” the woman finally says in a timid tone of voice. She seems to be a little more comfortable since Molly’s offered our names and steps out from behind her guy, a small smile on her face.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Molls says enthusiastically. “Can I ask you guys a question?” Danielle nods as Clay crosses his arms tightly over his chest. He doesn’t trust us, no matter how much his girl does, and again, I can appreciate that about him.
“Sure,” Danielle replies shyly.
“Have you ever thought about how you wanted to die?”
Oh shit. Okay—here we go.
“What?” she asks, blinking rapidly. Clay immediately steps toward Molly but I’m faster than he is and put a hand to his chest, raising my other hand and wagging a finger at him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warn him in an even tone. His eyes turn dark as he pushes my hand away and I grin. He doesn’t seem to understand that before him stand animals—devils that have no regard for human life and his bravery will only be met with brutal, unrelenting force.
“I think you should show them Gigi, baby girl,” I say to Molly as I run
my hands back through my hair and crack my neck.
“Really, Daddy?” she asks in excitement.
“Really,” I confirm with a nod.
Molly leans down and reaches into the leg of her thigh high boots and pulls out her favorite blade. She treats it like a child, always careful to clean it afterwards and cradles it lovingly when it’s done a good job.
Danielle takes a step back as Clay moves forward, but I sidestep in between him and Molly, punching him in the throat and dropping him to his knees.
“Don’t let her get away. Run, run, run, baby girl. Go get your toy,” I instruct Molly softly as I lean down and pull Clay up from his knees.
Molly’s eyes flash as Danielle turns to run from us as quickly as she can. She’ll catch her—of that I have no doubt. The shadow of what once was a man is leaning against me gasping for air, and when I hear his woman’s scream and Molly’s joyful, delirious laughter, I reach into my pocket for my pack of smokes. I very calmly shake one loose and pull it out with my teeth, then fish around my pocket for my lighter, igniting the edge. As I inhale deeply, I close my eyes and listen to the screams that rip through the train yard, knowing that Molly is happy and making short work of the dumb bitch that trusted us to be kind strangers. When she comes back, we’ll work on this piece of shit wavering on his knees before me.
We’ll show him what gods are capable of and he’ll know that he bowed before false idols with no hope of surviving the night.
The Corpse
Pike
I have one hand around Clay’s neck, holding him up as he continues to gasp for air. Every now and again, I give it a little squeeze to restrict any airflow that he may have managed to remind him that his miserable, worthless life is still in my hands.
He gurgles, still on his knees, and I glance down at him with a smirk. I’m sure he’s still wondering how it was that I was able to drop him as quickly as I did because I know that I don’t look very imposing or strong.
Tattoos on my neck and face, and people still treat me like some fucking miscreant child that can’t throw a punch. Everyone except for my Sweet Molly—she knows exactly what her Daddy is capable of.
And I refuse to let her down.
I know she’s off doing her part right now and I want her to have something to play with when she’s done with her new toy. That’s if she’s up to it—I don’t ever force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.
“Did you really think I couldn’t take care of my girl? That I would let you put your filthy fucking hands on her?” I ask Clay leaning down, my face inches away from his. I can smell the blood and shit on his breath and it makes me laugh. What I’m holding is the lowest example of a human life and I intend to treat him as such.
Another scream suddenly pierces the night followed by my Sweet Molly’s laughter echoing in the train yard. The sound bounces off the old machines like a symphony of terror, the prelude to a nightmare of things to come for the bitch that thought it was a smart idea to try and make a run for it.
She was wrong.
He was wrong.
And now they’ll pay with their lives.
“Nah. I don’t have time to fuck around with you,” I say to him, shoving him down onto the ground. Before he has a chance to recover or even attempt to escape with his life, I place my boot on his throat and hold him in place. I reach into my pocket for another cigarette and light it with the small blowtorch, then lean down and grin at him.
He sees what’s coming. I know it because I can hear the piss starting to pool in his pants, flowing on the gravel. The smell of shit gets stronger as I drop a knee into his chest.
“Time to die,” I tell him evenly.
He begins to buck wildly, but in response I reposition myself on top of him, burying my knees into his shoulders. He lets out a cry of pain and my smile widens. This piece of shit wanted to harm my baby girl and I can’t have that.
Not today.
Not ever.
I place the still lit blowtorch against the side of his face and begin to draw the outline of his skull. The sizzle of his flesh begins to fill my ears and his screams become louder. I don’t pay the noise any matter because what I’m doing right now will keep my Sweet Molly safe.
So, I lean into my work and continue my tracing, though I’ve never been good at staying inside the lines, which means he’s starting to look like shit ahead of schedule. It’s okay though—making quick work of him means I get to go check on Molls and her little friend.
“Stop looking at me,” I tell him in a hollow tone.
His screams have subsided, but his eyes—his fucking eyes keep watching me like he’s silently damning me for what I’m doing.
I know how to fix that.
I move the torch from his forehead where I’ve been letting it burn. Molly has a thing for skulls and I was hoping to gift her his, but his fucking eyes.
He attempts to close them because he doesn’t want to see what’s coming even though he knows. He doesn’t want to face the fire that’s going to rob him of his sight like he would have robbed Molls of her life. The thing is, I know that if he can’t see her anymore, then he can’t go after her.
“Look at that,” I whisper in amazement.
I’ve set fire to many things before but never to a human being. Like skulls, Molly has a thing for fires, which is why I knew this wasn’t going to end very well when she saw their barrel burning in the distance.
His eyes actually begin to melt. I would have expected them to roll back into his head for some reason, but no. They’re turning into some kind of mushy, hot soup in the sockets and I can’t help but poke the one I’m working on.
“Gooey,” I remark with a quiet laugh.
When I decide that I’ve had enough because this is taking too fucking long, I stand up and turn the torch off. I can’t tell if he’s dead even though he’s not making any noise, but his twitching hands tell me that he isn’t. Either that or his body is in shock on the way to Splitsville.
With a sigh, I tilt my head and somehow manage to convince myself that it might be time to show a little bit of mercy, so I begin to stomp on his face.
Over and over until his fucking skull caves in and I’m able to kick his brain out of its bony cage. I let out a breath when I’m done, running my hands back through my hair, and take a drag off the cigarette I’ve been holding the entire time. It’s half turned to ash by now, but I’ll still enjoy what’s left of it while I head off to find my sweet girl.
Molly licks the edge of her blade as cleanly as she can, never breaking eye contact with me as she does it. I give her a small smile in return and slide my hands into my pockets. Sometimes I think she loves her Gigi more than she loves me.
“What are you up to, silly girl?” I ask her softly as I crouch down next to her.
With a devious grin and shaking hands, she places the blade between her teeth, then leans down and yanks Danielle’s pants free from her body, before reaching up and tearing her panties in half. Molly reaches for her Gigi and gives me that damn hopeful look again to break my will and submit to hers.
“I wanna watch,” she replies simply as she spreads the homeless woman’s legs open, sliding Gigi into her. She turns her attention away from me and to her work as she places a hand on her own wrist and with a loud grunt, pushes down as firmly as she can. It doesn’t take too much energy out of Molly because she’s a hell of a lot stronger than she looks. When she’s done, she sits back on the heels of her feet and grins. “There you go—Daddy’s big ol’ donkey dick should definitely fit comfortably in there now.”
I raise an eyebrow at Molly when I finally get where her little rambling habit has led her this time. Oh shit. I run a hand over my mouth and glance around the yard to make sure that we’re alone—not that anyone would have stayed after hearing the way these two pigs squealed when they got stuck. To be honest, it’s not being seen fucking Danielle’s body by someone that has me on edge.
It’s Molls and that crazy fuckin
g brain of hers.
Not once has she ever asked me to do something like this before and I know how jealous she can be, so I’m not entirely sure if this is a set up or not.
“What’s the problem?” she asks as she rolls her eyes impatiently.
“Are you … are you sure about this, Molls?” I reply hesitantly.
“Don’t you love me anymore, Daddy?” she asks in a small voice as her lips pout and begin to quiver.
“What? How is that even a question?” I snap at her.
Molly gets to her feet and crosses her arms over her chest, turning her face away. I can see her biting her lower lip, trying not to cry, but I know Molls and it has nothing to do with her wondering if I love her—it’s because I didn’t immediately bend over backwards to do what she wanted.
I suck my teeth and glance away for a moment, before I reach blindly for her and drape my arms around her shoulders. It’s going to take a fucking miracle right now for me not to sound as pissed as I actually am, but she should know better than to ask me something like that and it made me angry. No matter what we do in this life with our time, I’m still a human being prone to emotions and maybe one day, she’ll get there too.
“Come on, baby girl, don’t act like this. We’re having a good time tonight, right? Let’s keep it going,” I say as I lean down and press my forehead against hers.
“Then do it, Daddy,” she whispers as she snakes her tongue out of her mouth and runs it across my lips.
If my baby girl wants a show, then I guess I’ll just have to oblige. I pull away from Molly and give her a smirk before I drop to my knees and unzip my pants, but curiosity stops me briefly. I have to see what she did with Gigi and when I lean down to take a closer look at Danielle’s newly mangled pussy, I can’t help but laugh. Molly split her from her cunt down to her asshole—just for me. Molls comes over and sits down on Danielle’s stomach, using the tip of her finger to raise my chin.
