Game Night

by Joe Zito

  His dad begged, “Please for the love of god!”

  “Shut your fucking mouth daddy-o! We’s gonna see some fuckin’!’

  “Yeah,yeah, fuckin’!” Said Badman.

  Nightmare pointed his gun at Megan as he walked over to her. He put it to her forehead and nodded at Conner.

  “Get them pants off boy!”

  Liz and Andi were crying their heads off.

  Nightmare cut Megan’s rope around her hands. He forcefully pushed Liz and Andi off the couch. They hit the floor hard. Megan was a sobbing mess of tears. She felt as if she could throw up. Nightmare had his gun to her forehead still and commanded her to stand up. She did slowly and he smacked her hands away from her pubic area as she was trying to hide herself.

  “Get them pants off now boy!”

  Conner looked to his dad for help. Tears were falling down his cheeks as he looked at his son. Nightmare threatened Conner again and he obeyed. He took his pants off, showing himself to everyone in the room. Megan coughed out a cry when she looked over at him. Conner did to.

  “Get to it now! C’mon!” Nightmare said.

  No one moved.

  “Don’t make me beat you senseless girl. I wanna see you fuckin’! Here, we’ll set the mood.”

  Nightmare went to the big stereo and turned it on. He turned the dial and it landed on Dark Horse by Katy Perry.

  Megan covered her face and cried. She didn’t have it in her to go through with it. But if she didn’t she would have an early death. She stood up and began to straddle Conner but backed off. More cries. Another attempt and then the pleading came.

  “Please….I….I….can’t do this.”

  That comment got Mr. Nightmare’s shot gun assisting her on top of Conner via her forehead.

  “Get a good look dad,” Nightmare said with a smile.

  Edward couldn’t watch his son partake in this sick act. Badman made sure that he did though when he hit him upside the head with his rifle.

  Nightmare yelled, “Don’t you dare look away daddy-o! Watch!”

  Conner was limp and was going to stay limp despite how good Megan smelled as she got on top of him. She cried into his shoulder and half assed grabbed at his penis and then quickly moved her hand away as if she touched a spider. There was no way they could have sex because she was dry as a desert. It wasn’t going to happen.

  Nightmare was getting restless. “Well c’mon. Take that snake bitch!”

  “Here, this might help.” He went and stood by the two beyond humiliated teens and began making a sucking, snorting kind of sound. He lowered himself and spit a giant, yellow wad of phlegm onto Conner’s ball sac. He grabbed Megan’s hand and forced it into the snotty mixture. Megan gagged and cried some more but then fear took a time out when she jumped off of Conner and screamed at the fucking sick fuck.

  “You’re going to have to kill me because I can’t do this!” She pulled at her hair and screamed.

  Liz and Andi covered their mouths in horror.

  ‘Fuck it then!” Nightmare shouted and then, “here dad, let me just show ya!”

  He stomped over to the pool table and punched Edward in the jaw with the shot gun. Nightmare turned him over and ripped of his nice grey slacks, (more than likely bought at a place where he would never in his life be able to afford clothes at) and yanked Badmans rifle from his stupid hands and shoved that motherfucker right up Edwards rich lawyer ass. A high and hellish shriek of female voices flew from the mouths of the girls as Nightmare rammed the rifle up into Edwards’s anus. Badman took Nightmares shot gun and began laughing wildly, swinging it at the teens, tormenting them.

  Megan put her hands up in a surrender pose and screamed for Nightmare to stop. Edward roared out in ungodly pain. A small gush of blood splattered from in between his legs. It looked black against the green pool table.

  “Yeah, just like that dad. Whatcha think!” Nightmare looked over his shoulder at the screaming, horrified kids as he sodomized Conner’s dad with Badmans rifle.

  And then it was over.

  Edward moaned in agony as he laid on his stomach on the pool table. A bright splotch of blood coated his buttocks. Everyone was crying and gasping and making inaudible sounds of shock and horror almost as if speaking in tongues, all while Nightmare smiled at them, holding a bloody rifle in his hand.

  Badman rolled Edward over onto his back and Nightmare stood above him, looking down at him.

  “Ya like that dad? It’s ‘bout time you rich folk know what it’s like to get fucked up the ass anyways.”

  Edward laid still and silent but felt a world of inexplicable humiliation inside him. Would he ever be able to look at his son again?

  The sounds of shock and dismay began to fizzle out among the group being held hostage in Conner’s living room. Liz had broken out into a cold sweat and she was breathing heavy. Dark circles formed under her eyes. Almost whispering, Andi said to her, “What’s wrong Liz.” As if she had to fucking ask. They all had witnessed a grown man being raped by another man inserting a rifle into his anus. But there was something wrong with Liz. Megan noticed it to.

  Liz was sitting on her knees on the floor with her arms wrapped around herself. She was slowly rocking back and forth.

  “Liz, what’s the matter?” Megan asked as quietly as she could but Nightmare heard her. “What the fuck’s goin’ on over there?”

  Liz looked up at Megan with sick looking eyes. She said to her, “I’m really sick.”

  It was a vile and traumatic moment watching the sick act Nightmare put upon Conner’s dad, so naturally Megan understood that Liz was feeling overwhelmed and nauseous from watching it.

  “I’m not well Meg.”

  “You ladies better be talkin’ bout’ suckin’ dick!” Nightmare shouted.

  Liz sat up and started to crawl slowly over to the couch where she had left her purse. She reached for it and pulled it down to her, dumping its contents out all over the floor.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, little lady what the fuck you think you’re doin’?” Nightmare pulled the trigger back on his shot gun and was pointing to the back of Liz’s head. She ignored him. Among the items that fell from her purse, was a compact, black, zippered case. She unzipped it and inside was a small, meter type of gadget. Also inside was a small tube. She opened it and pulled out a tiny, white strip of plastic and inserted it into the meter.

  Everyone, including the defiled Edward, was staring at her. Megan knew exactly what that little meter was for but she couldn’t comprehend her best friend ever having to use something like that.

  “My god Liz, are you diabetic?”

  Liz pricked her finger with a lancet without answering Megan and placed the small drop of blood onto the white plastic strip.

  Five very long seconds later the gadget made a single beep and Liz covered her mouth and shrieked. She fell backwards on her bottom, moving herself away from the meter as if it was a demonic tarantula.

  “What does it say!” Megan said anxiously.

  Nightmare was standing right above Liz and he could see the meter.

  “Oooh sugar, you’re high as a fuckin’ kite. Goddam, somebody get this girl an ice cold coca cola!” He roared out a twisted laugh. But no one else was laughing, especially Liz when she saw that her blood sugar was 418.

  Megan saw the meter and she covered her mouth in horror at the extremely high reading. “Oh my god Liz, that’s bad, that’s real bad,” she said almost hyperventilating.

  “It’s ok, I just need my medication. It’s at home. I forgot to take it with me,” Liz explained, talking as if she was out of breath.

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Megan cried.

  Liz went on to explain how she was feeling ill at school one day a few months back and how she went to the school nurse and on a hunch the nurse checked her blood sugar and it was 232. Liz begged the nurse not to call her parents. Instead the nurse had made her an appointment with a doctor who specialized in diabetes.

  She began to cry
and Conner’s dad said quietly, “Diabetes is a very manageable disease.”

  Then Nightmare shouted, “All right, everybody shut their fuckin’ pieholes, this ain’t some goddam after school special!”

  Nightmare put his hand up to his mouth in a drinking gesture to Badman; his eyes trailing towards the kitchen. Megan with a burst of courage asked in a frightened voice, “What are you doing?” Nightmare just looked at her with that evil smile on his ugly, rough face.

  Badman returned from the kitchen back into the living room with a can of coke. He handed it to Nightmare. He said, “We’re gonna play a little game darlin’. You like games don’tcha?”

  Everyone had a sick look of terror on their face, especially Liz when she saw the coke.

  He turned the can over and began reading the label.

  “Let’s see here. Sixty four grams of sugar. Ooh, that sure sounds sweet.” He popped it open and took a small sip. “Hmm, that’s real good. You wanna taste sweetheart?”

  He reached down to Liz for her to take the can but she strongly refused by shaking her head with tears falling down her face.

  “You don’t want any? Well here, this might help.” That evil smile seemed to be permanently attached to his face.

  “You,” he said nodding to Megan, “kick her in the cunt.” And then he nodded to Andi.

  The entire room froze and all the girl’s eyes went big and wide at Nightmares violent request.

  “You’re fucking crazy!” Megan yelled at him.

  “Yes I am little sissy, now kick her in the cunt!”

  “NO!”

  “Fine. You don’t have to kick her in the cunt. But you’re little sick friend has to take a nice long sip of this here sweet soda then. See now how this game works?”

  “Don’t drink it Liz,” Megan yelled.

  “She don’t have to if you kick that bitch in her fuckin’ cunt!”

  He pointed his shot gun at Liz and handed her the coke.

  “You better get to drinkin’ darlin’. Looks like your friend don’t wanna play.”

  “Dear god Liz don’t drink that!” Megan pleaded.

  “Megan,” Andi suddenly said, “just do it. I can take it.”

  “That’s the spirit ladies!” Nightmare shouted.

  “Megan don’t you dare do it!” Liz cried.

  “I can’t do this,” Megan said falling apart.

  “Get to drinkin’ angel!” Nightmare yelled.

  “NO Liz, don’t!” Megan pleaded again.

  “It’s a simple game bitch! You kick her in the pussy and you’re near dead friend won’t be seein’ an early grave. You don’t kick her in the pussy it’s fuckin’ bye bye Liz! It’s your goddam choice.” Nightmare made his point.

  Megan’s head fell into her hands as her mind whirled in a frenzy of confusion. Then she stood up and faced Andi.

  “No Megan!” Liz yelled and then put the can to her mouth.

  “Don’t you dare Liz!” Megan screamed.

  “Just fucking kick me Megan!” Andi shouted with tears in her eyes.

  “Yeah! Kick that bitch hard!” Nightmare said.

  Liz still hadn’t taken a drink because she knew damn well if she did, she could possibly fall into a coma or worse: drop dead right then and there in front of everyone. Megan raised her foot and then put it down quickly as if she was contemplating this twisted game. She lifted it up again and shook her head at Andi and said, “I’m sorry.” With as much force as she could she kicked one of her best friend’s right in between her legs. Andi fell over on her side on the couch and was holding her nether region with both hands. She moaned out in pain.

  “Kick her again!” Nightmare commanded.

  Megan turned and looked at Liz. They were both crying.

  She kicked her again and Andi roared out a cry of terrible pain.

  Liz stood up. She said, “I can’t do this,” and began to drink the can of coke.

  “NO LIZ!” Megan screamed and flung herself towards Liz, knocking her down, making the can fly from her hand before she could get one sip down. They fell to the floor; Megan’s body hovering over Liz’s.

  “You done broke the rules bitch!” Nightmare grabbed Megan by her hair and lifted her head up. He raised his shot gun with the handle aiming towards her face. Angry spittle flew from his mouth. Insane rage filled his eyes as he prepared to drive the back end of the gun down into her pretty fucking face, smashing her teeth in and covering those big brown eyes of hers with her own blood and then,

  “STOP!”

  Nightmare jerked his head up at the sound of Conner shouting at the top of his young lungs.

  The room was deathly silent all but for the sound of heavy breathing coming from Nightmare. The spilled coke can ran out onto the beige carpet making a dark brown stain.

  “Please stop. Please.” Conner begged with tears streaming down his face.

  Nightmare looked at him like he was crazy; his hand still holding a chunk of Megan’s dark auburn hair. He released his grip and her head bobbed forward. She came out of her daze of horror and she began to slowly help Liz up. They crawled away from Nightmare and back to the couch. Megan cradled Liz in her arms. Andi went and sat next to them.

  Nightmare stood there breathing heavy, keeping his eyes locked on the boy. He looked at him with a contemplating look on his face.

  Calmly, Nightmare said, “I thought I said no hero’s boy.”

  Silence.

  “You wanna save the day? Hero boy.”

  Conner swallowed nervously. All three girls had their eyes on him sitting at the end of the couch.

  “All right then,” Nightmare said in that calm southern voice of his and that sick, evil fucking grin returning to his scruffy face.

  “Suck his dick.”

  Conner heard the words very clearly but he couldn’t comprehend there meaning; almost like his brain had turned on a safety switch as to protect him, but he did understand and he knew what Nightmare had in mind when he nodded to his dad laying on the pool table.

  “Suck your daddy’s dick and we’ll call it a day, what do ya say boy!”

  Shock or no shock, Nightmare wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He pointed his gun right at Conner. The boy was frozen to the couch.

  “I said, suck your daddy’s dick.”

  In a desperate attempt to amend the situation, Conner’s dad said, “I can write you a check for one hundred thousand dollars right now.” It came out sounding pathetic. Nightmare stood pondering what Edward said.

  “One hundred thousand dollars.” Nightmare said it slowly. “Goddam that’s a lot a money daddy-o. Tell ya what. You can write that check right after junior here gets himself a mouthful of dear ol’ dad all right.”

  Badman aimed his rifle at Edward. And Nightmare yelled at Conner to stand up. He did. Megan was crying and so was Andi. Liz lay quiet in Megan’s arms still, her blood sugar going up,up, up and away. Megan suddenly said, “Please, she has to get to the hospital now. Look at her.”

  Nightmare responded, “Oh now sugar it’s gonna be ok. As soon as little spitfuck here suck’s his daddy’s dick, we’ll be on our way and you can take ol’ sugar mama there to the e.r.”

  Nightmare nodded at Conner. “Get to it boy, c’mon.”

  Conner broke out into a helpless sounding, sick cry of defeat. He looked at his dad for an answer. Edward only looked away from him with that same defeated look. But as Conner was forced closer to his dad lying on the pool table by Nightmares shot gun, Edward began to sob as well.

  “Go on, get on your knees,” Nightmare commanded.

  Hesitantly, Conner did as he was told, all while bawling.

  “Dear god, please don’t make him do this, please!” Megan cried out.

  “Shut your goddam mouth girl!”

  Badman positioned himself right behind Edward and put the end of his rifle on his forehead to ensure that he wouldn’t move.

  Edwards limp penis was right in front of his son.

  “C’mon boy
that girl over there is gonna die. You want her to die because you can’t suck a dick?” Nightmare’s mind games were getting to Conner. He bellowed out an anguished drenched cry. The whole room was filled with the sound of terrified, sick crying.

  Nightmare had enough. The cold steel of his shot gun barrel met young Conner’s forehead. The sick fuck holding the gun slowly said, “Goddamit in the name of Ilesha, I’m only gonna tell you one time boy. Suck you goddamn daddy’s dick. NOW!”

  Conner began to open his mouth very slowly as if to bide time to think of a way to get out of this, but there was no getting out of it. He was going to have to go through with it just to survive and to get the help that Liz needed soon. The very tip of his tongue touched the shaft of his dad’s penis and then Megan screamed, “Wait, wait. Please, let me do it with him.” No heroes Megan. Did you fucking forget? No fucking heroes! Nightmare jerked his head up when she screamed out. He looked as if he was going to kill her for interrupting his sick game, but then a dramatic change took ahold of his face. His eyes went big with a look of surprise. He was looking directly at Megan. His mouth fell open in awe at what he was seeing. It was scaring the hell out of her the way he was gawking at her.

  “Holy sweet jesus,” Nightmare said and licked his lips.

  “What?” Megan said fearfully in a scratchy voice; her big brown eyes wide and full of terror.

  His eyes weren’t on her face but rather the small, spot of blood that was painted on her inner thigh. She noticed his eyes looking downward. She helped Liz up off her lap and looked down. She covered her mouth in horror. This can’t be happening. Not this. Not now, she thought. The evening’s events had evidently stirred up Megan’s poor hormones and now her period was upon her.

  As if the father son blowjob game had never even occurred, Nightmare stalked slowly to the couch where Megan was sitting. His eyes never leaving her blood stained inner thigh. She was covering herself down there. But that dirty ol’ wolf could smell her no matter what. He kneeled down right in front of her. He looked like an explorer who had discovered an ancient relic of great value. Megan was as stiff as a board. So was Nightmare. His look of astonishment clung to his face as he slowly drew his sawed off shot gun close to her legs. She began to tremble as it touched her skin. He started to part her legs with the gun. The thick, heavy odor of her blood and vagina attacked his senses but that didn’t stop him from opening her legs all the way. She was bleeding pretty heavily. Her pubic hair was colored red. He licked his lips and slid the barrel of the gun up and down on her blood red lips. She shrieked lightly as if startled. Her hands were holding on tight to the couch. And then he pushed the gun inside her. She jumped up and her mouth was wide open with terror at what was happening to her. He pushed it in further. Her death grip on the couch slowly loosened and she found herself touching his hands, helping him guide the gun inside her. Everyone one in the room was watching them. Even Liz, despite her worsening condition 418 450 500 535 up,up up and away.