by Joe Zito
Nightmare’s eyes were wild with excitement. The thrusts became harder. Megan closed her eyes and pushed his hands away. He backed away and sat on the floor in front of her, smelling her sex, watching her masturbate with his shot gun. She moaned out loud as she gripped the handle of the gun; it’s black steel shaft dipping in and out of her bloody vagina. Her head leaned back on the couch. Her face was flush with burning, sexual excitement. She drove it in harder. More moans of pleasure. Eyes closed and head back, living in the moment, feeling strong and in control of herself. A little smile creased on her face because she felt herself getting ready to orgasm and oh sweet jesus how she loved those fucking orgasms, but she was also smiling because she had the gun; the gun she would use to kill Nightmare with when she was done impaling her eighteen year old bloody vagina. Her mouth formed a big O as she began to orgasm and she inhaled a loud, almost crying breath as her pussy quivered like a massive earthquake. Female fluid and blood sifted through her fingers and onto her hand. She screamed.
And then it was done.
Her body was shaking from her strong orgasm. It left a mess on Conner’s couch. Surely there was a stain remover strong enough to get the blood stain out. Her hands were shaking, so she was extremely careful when she pulled the blood soaked gun from her throbbing vagina. Nightmare looked at her with big, bulging eyes of shock. He really couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. He didn’t say anything for a moment after she was done. But then he put his hand out as if reaching for his shot gun and nodded his head at Megan to give it back to him. She was tired and out of breath but her eyes met his and he knew she wasn’t going to give it back. She held the gun up and sat up and pointed it at Nightmares forehead.
Slowly and cautiously he said, “Little girl, what in the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Hand that gun back over.”
“No,” she said like a disobedient child.
“Listen here sissy bitch, hand that gun back over right the fuck now.”
“No,” she said again with her voice going up a register.
Badman aimed his rifle at her and said, “You best listen to the man, you dumb bit….”
Everyone screamed when they heard the shot gun blast from the gun Megan was holding. And then all eyes went to Badman who was screaming and holding his shoulder on the floor.
Nightmare looked at Megan with disbelieving eyes and for the first time that night, he had a look of utter fear on his stupid, ugly face.
She stood up with the gun still pointed at Nightmare. A wash of girl sex and blood rushed down her legs and onto her bare feet. Her face was a mask of strength, sweat and pure rage.
“Get on the floor,” she said to Nightmare.
When he just stood there like a dumbass because he was too scared and in shock to move, she yelled again.
“Get on the fucking floor!”
Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the gun onto the beige carpet.
He did as he was told and lowered himself to the floor with his hands up in a surrender position. He was on his knees.
“Now lay down,” Megan commanded.
He laid on his back with his head facing the couch. Megan walked over him and stood above him. She slowly lowered herself down on him, straddling his body. She was facing Liz. The shot gun was aiming right between his eyes. She could feel him trembling beneath her. He began to speak but she shushed him and started making circles around his lips with the bloody gun. She stuck it in his mouth. He gagged when the taste hit him. Blood, steel and oil was the flavor. She pushed the gun down farther into his mouth and he began to choke. Spit and drool crept out of the side of his mouth. No one said a word and no one tried to help him. Megan leaned over him, making the gun go deeper into his mouth. Her dark, auburn hair fell all around her face. Nightmare was making gurgling, gasping and choking sounds. His arms spread out onto the floor as if he was trying to hold onto something but there was nothing there and he knew that his life was coming to an end by the hands of this girl sitting on top of him with a frightening, insane look in her eyes. The moment was intense and Megan felt empowered and in control and maybe just a little bit turned on because she had this fuck right where she wanted him and then she pulled the gun from his mouth and pointed it at Liz.
“Drink the fucking coke!”
Liz looked at Megan and her eyes started to well up with tears and then she smiled at her best friend because she knew the game had ended……..
“You bitch. How are you gonna do that?”
“Gotcha!” Megan laughed out loud and then smiled at Liz. She made a ‘powpowpow’ sound at her and clicked the trigger on the empty and blood free sawed off shot gun in her hand. Nightmare who wasn’t really Nightmare began clapping his hands as Megan pulled herself off of him. Conner’s dad who really wasn’t Conner’s dad also began clapping. And Badman who really wasn’t a simpleton joined his business partners in the cheering fest of a job well done.
Liz gave a ‘wootwoot’ to Megan who had the biggest goddam smile on her face because game night was a success. She knew it would be ever since she talked to Conner two nights ago on the phone. But then she looked sorrowfully at Liz. “I’m so sorry hon to have to do that at the end, but it was perfect. And just so you know I would never in my life make you suck down a coke knowing you’re diabetic.”
Liz just shrugged like it was nothing and smiled at Megan. “Don’t sweat it Hollywood. I have to admit that was pretty sick.”
The man by the name of Kristof Barnes, who had pretended to be a deranged, sex fiend lunatic by the name of Nightmare, began to sit up from the floor. He stood up.
“Holy shit, that was fantastic you guys! What a trip.” His enthusiasm spread throughout the group of fully clothed teens in Conner’s living room.
Kristof looked and pointed at Conner, “And you sir, that was freaking intense over there on the pool table. Wow! But I do have to thank you for letting us use your house for the event.”
Conner wanted to say thanks but instead he pointed out to Kristof that he couldn’t believe he was English or at least that’s what Conner assumed by his accent.
“How did you mask your accent like that, especially with some hillbilly’s voice!” Conner asked him.
“Practice mate, lots of practice. When you’re in the role playing business you gotta be prepared. And speaking of that, here my wonderful little prankster.” Kristof pulled out a glossy red business card and handed it to Megan. It read: E.R.S. Extreme Roleplaying Services. Owner, Kristof Barnes.
“You my doll are going to make a great actress,” he said.
Andi then said, “I’m just glad Conner’s dad didn’t come home for real.”
“Now that would have been a real nightmare,” Conner said and everyone did a unified sigh of relief that he didn’t come home and find his son with these strange men with English accents doing weird shit in his living room. But of course Conner knew his dad well and knew that he wouldn’t come home unannounced and see the weird game his son was playing.
The man pretending to be Conner’s dad sat up. He said, “Mate, please tell me for the love of god that you are not really fifteen.”
Conner told him, “Hell no. Man I’m nineteen.”
Megan went over to Conner, who she has been seeing since she was fifteen, and put her arms around him. She kissed him and said, “Thanks for agreeing to do this. And you guy’s to.” She turned and faced Liz and Andi.
Liz said, “I have to admit, I thought it was a little weird at first but then I got to thinking about it and it sounded a lot better than falling down dead drunk at some jocks graduation party. I can’t drink anyway. Alcohol fucks my blood sugar up.
“Wait, are you really diabetic?” Kristof asked with an astonished look on his face.
“Yep, full blown since I was ten and just so everyone knows, my blood sugar is fine.”
Megan said, “I know. I saw it after you checked it and I was glad I didn’t have to use the code word to stop.”
“Wow,” K
ristof said to Liz, “that was some great acting then with that whole bit. You ever think about becoming an actress?”
“Oh, hell no. That’s all Hollywood right there. You know this was all her idea.”
“Indeed it was,” Kristof said smiling at Megan. “She made it clear that she wanted it to be rather extreme. I hope we satisfied her need. And you the great thing about all this is, is that no one got hurt and we’re fully dressed.”
When she consulted with Kristof two weeks ago about the services his business provides, she made it clear that no one would actually be hurt and that no one had to get undressed. They could just role play it. And that’s what they did.
Conner stood behind his girlfriend with his hands on her shoulders. He leaned and whispered something in her ear. She blushed and laughed like a little girl at what he said. Thanks for deflowering me. She had a big smile on her face as she looked around the room where everyone was laughing and conversing with the nice English gentlemen over the sick and disturbing game they just played. Everyone was in high spirits and excited about the evenings game.
Well done Megan, well done. Not bad for a chick that refuses to take it in the ass from some hung stud out in the wild west, but has no problem dreaming up some twisted game as she dances in front of the mirror alone in her too short shorts, feeling young and sexy and all American in her all American middle class house with middle class parents that think they truly know and understand their daughter, but have no fucking idea of the sick and vile thoughts running through their sweethearts mind when she kisses them goodbye or hangs out with them on a Saturday night or has that deep and meaningful mother daughter conversation over coffee and Pepperidge farm Milano cookies, and if they only knew how much Conner loved sticking his prick deep inside her warm, sweet smelling pussy in his daddy’s mansion every Friday night and how he pushes her head into the pillow when he’s fucking her from behind, smashing her face down along with her lovely large breast’s, chocking her ass out because she likes the rough stuff, and how she sucks all her cream white girl stuff off his cock as she sits bowlegged on his toilet peeing, looking flushed and pretty and him jerking off on her eighteen year old face and how she asked him one night laying in his bed after they fucked for two hours straight how he felt about a role playing game and he said fuck yeah and her knowing all along that he would never say no to her.
“Well then,” Kristof said cheerfully, ‘I believe we settled up beforehand right? So if you’re happy and satisfied with your experience, then we are as well and if there is anything else we can do for you, please let us know. Oh, and don’t forget to go to our facebook page and….”
There was a knock at the door. Unknown muffled voices could be heard outside. Everyone froze. Another knock. Help, please someone help!
Megan looked at Conner with scared eyes. He shook his head and mouthed, “I don’t know?”
Another knock. Hello, please, is there anyone home. I need help!
Kristof was looking at Conner like he was the one in charge now. He was wondering how long it was going to take him to answer the door. This was reality and game night was over. The fun and exciting mood had changed quickly because the knock had jolted everyone.
Slowly, Conner walked to the front door. Megan was close behind him as were the others in the hallway. He put his hand on the gold plated door knob. “It sounds like someone is hurt,” Conner whispered over his shoulder to Megan. She had her arms crossed and motioned for Conner to open the door but first he said, “Hello, who is it?”
Help, please. My brother is hurt.
Conner opened the door and Megan gulped in a breath of horror at the sight of a man covered in blood, lying in the lap of another man whose was wearing a red bandana around his neck. The man holding him was crying and begging for someone to help his brother.
“Please,” he said, “my brother and I were in an accident. We need help.” Conner stumbled backwards in shock. He didn’t know what to think at first. It was a drastic change in the evening’s mood, going from unreality to reality in such a short span of time. Then, coming out of his daze, Conner began fumbling his speech as if he forgot how to speak. “Holy shit,” and without even thinking twice about it he said, “Yeah, ok, right. Let me get my phone. I’ll call 911.” He gave Megan a look of terror as he ran down the hallway past Liz and the others standing there looking scared for real at the two strangers on his porch. Megan covered her mouth in disbelief at what she was seeing. She knelt down and put her hand out as if to try to console or help the crying, begging man in front of her. She was trembling. Her voice was shaky and on the verge of crying when she said, “Its ok. We’re going to get some help.” Dumb fawn.
“Thank you, thank you,” the man said and then a devil of a smile crossed his face like a black cloud rolling over an Indiana cornfield in the dead of summer.
