by Keith Trimm
“I don’t know, call a fucking cab.”
“Where do I tell them to pick us up at? I don’t see and address anywhere.”
“Use the gps on your phone.”
“Do you think a cab is going to drive clear the fuck out here?”
“You don’t know till you try.”
“And how do we pay the cab driver, do you know how much it would cost for them to drive an hour one way?”
“Beats walking!” Chad snapped.
“I agree,” Cindy said. “I don’t want to walk, it’s going to be over a hundred today, this is the desert you know.”
Bob chimed in, “I think we should find shelter first, we need to lay low, not head back to town.”
Everyone looked around the area trying to find a sign of life, a house, a building of any sorts. “I don’t see anything, who’d live the fuck out here?” Chad said.
“I say we walk for a few hours and see what we find, if that fails, we call a cab, or 911,” Bob said pissed.
Four hours later and the sun is over the horizon, it’s already seventy nine degrees and rising. The group has been walking back along the road hoping it would lead somewhere, to a house or business. So far, nothing.
“I’m going to get a sunburn, “Cindy said looking at her arms. She was still dressed only in panties. “And my feet are killing me from walking on rocks.”
“I’m giving this another half hour before I give in,” Chad said.
“That’s easy for you to say, you didn’t shoot ten people last night,” Bob replied.
“No, but I’m an accessory and that puts me in the chair as much as it does you.”
“Then why are you so eager to turn yourself in?”
“I don’t want to turn myself in, I also don’t want to die of dehydration and have my bones found out here in ten years.”
“Look!” Cindy said pointing down the road. “It’s a car”
“No, it’s a truck,” Bob said. “I think our luck changed.”
The dust from the truck was now visible on the horizon and the truck was coming into view as well. It would be a few minutes until the truck was upon them.
“Spread out, make sure they can’t get past us,” Bob said.
The group spread across the gravel road with Bob standing in the center. Cindy was to his right, Chad to his left. The truck slowed down and stopped twenty feet in front of the impromptu blockade and dust flew forward into Bobs face. The driver stayed in the cab waiting to see what Bob would do. Bob waved and smiled and began to slowly walk towards the truck. It was visible to everyone that the driver put the truck in reverse and was waiting to bolt at any minute.
The driver put his hand up telling Bob to stop. He rolled down his window and yelled, “What’s going on?”
Bob, a good twenty feet away replied, “Our car broke down and we need a ride.”
The driver sat and thought for a long time. Bob felt he didn’t care for him much. “Why is that girl naked?” the driver yelled.
Bob had to think fast, “She’s a rape victim, and we were taking her to the hospital when our car broke down, it’s an emergency, and can you help us?’
“There’s no hospital around here,” the driver yelled.
“We got lost.”
“Yeah the fuck you did.”
“Please, we’re thirsty and she needs medical attention.”
The driver sat for a while. “I can take the girl, you two stay here.”
“What? No, you can’t leave us!”
“You look more like highway bandits to me.”
“No, seriously, she needs to see a doctor.”
“I told you I would take her, not you, or your friend there.”
Bob had no room to negotiate and he knew it. Once again, he had to think fast. Maybe if he could lure this guy in while he loaded up Cindy, he and Chad could overpower him and take his truck. “Fine,” Bob said and motioned for Cindy to head to the truck. She looked at Bob like he was nuts.
Cindy waddled to the truck but before she got there, Bob whispered something to her. When she got to the truck, the driver got out of his cab and beat her on the head with something he pulled from inside the truck. Cindy fell on the ground and the driver got back inside.
“What the fuck?” Bob yelled and ran towards the truck. The driver pushed on the gas and drove backwards and spun around to make a reverse U turn. That gave Bob enough time to jump up onto the bumper and climb into the storage bed. Once there, he reached into the driver’s side open window and grabbed the driver by the face and pulled. He had a full beard and gave Bob a good grip.
Unable to take control of the truck, the driver spun around in circles trying to force Bob to fall and lose his grip. Instead, Bob squeezed harder, so hard that the driver snapped a joint in his back and was paralyzed momentarily from the neck down. This gave Bob the opportunity he was looking for. When the truck came to a stop, Bob jumped out of the back and pulled open the driver’s side door. He pulled the driver out onto the gravel and hopped up into the driver’s seat and shut off the engine. The keys were pulled and Bob walked over to the driver who was now moving and making odd sounds.
“Sorry dude, but we need your truck, “Bob said.
The man stood up slowly and put his hand to his lower back. He was in obvious pain.
“Why did you hit Cindy?” Bob asked.
“None of your fucking business,” the driver replied.
“What’s up with you?”
“What’s up with you?” the driver asked. “She isn’t a rape victim, what do you think I am? Stupid?”
“I had to think of something,” Bob said. “Still doesn’t explain why you hit her.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Maybe you did it out of fear?”
“Don’t play psychologist,” the driver said.
“No problem, where do you live?” Bob asked.
“Not telling.”
“What’s your name?”
“Guess.”
Bob poked his head into the truck and popped open the glove box. He read from the registration. “Dan Elwood, Route 1, box 8. Dan, where exactly is that?”
“You figure it out,” Dan said.
“Let me take a minute while I look that up on Google maps,” Bob said. Bob pulled out his phone and looked up the address. From what he could tell from the gps, he was around seven miles from Dan’s place, back down the road Dan had come from. “All we need is a place to stay for a while, I don’t plan on hurting you,” Bob said.
“You have a funny way of showing it.”
“In all fairness, you did hit Cindy unprovoked.”
“Yes I did,” Dan replied.
Bob poked his head in the truck and found a 22 caliber rifle behind the seat. He didn’t know how to operate it, or if it was loaded, but at least Dan didn’t have access to it any longer. Keeping the gun close, he said to Dan, “Get in the back.”
The truck pulled up in the driveway of a pueblo style home with Chad and Dan in the back. From out of the house stepped an older man wearing overalls holding a shotgun, followed by a large woman in a house dress. The man with the gun looked to the woman and said, “What’s Dan doing back so soon?” he had four teeth in his mouth.
“I don’t know, but he has company, and he isn’t driving.”
The truck pulled up and stopped at the porch kicking up a cloud of dust. The older man with the shotgun walked down a step and pointed it at the truck.
Bob stepped out of the truck and put his hands in the air. He wasn’t expecting a shotgun welcome and wasn’t prepared. He was committed now.
“What the fucking hell are you doing fucking with my son in law?” the old man said.
“We need a place to stay for a while, he offered to let us use his place,” Bob lied.
“You must think I’m a dumb mother fucker don’t you? Dan would never invite anyone here. You know what we do here?” the older man asked.
“No, what do you do her
e?” Bob asked.
“We kill and skin fuckers like you and make sausage out of your innards.”
“Are you some sort of survivalist clan out here?” Bob asked.
“There’s no clan, it’s just me, my wife, Dan and my daughter.”
“We need a place to stay, I’m not planning on hurting any of you,” Bob said.
“I’m planning on hurting you.”
“Why? We just met?”
“I know, you saved us a lot of time hunting down new people. You delivered yourself like a pizza.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Dan was out looking for stragglers, and he found three, and from the looks of it, he found one really fat one.”
“You’re kidding right?” Bob said.
The man with the gun kept his eye on Bob, but spoke to his wife who was standing behind him. “Mother, fetch me my 44.”
“Gimme a minute,” she replied and went back into the house.
Bob was thinking this guy was for real. He looked at the out buildings and wondered what they were being used for.
“Dan,” the old man yelled. “Get over here.”
Cindy opened the door and scooted out letting Dan get out of the truck. He walked past Bob and punched him in the back on his way to the house.
“Do we have enough supplies for three and a fatty?” the old man asked.
“No, but I can put two of them in the freezer and fetch more supplies later,” Dan said.
The woman who left to get the 44 returned and handed it to Dan. Dan waved the gun as if telling the three captives to get a move on towards the barn.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Bob said. “I’m no cow heading towards the slaughter.”
The old man stepped down onto the dusty ground and limped over to Bob. “I have a four wheeler, you know what I do with my four wheeler?” he asked.
Bob just stared at the guy.
I use it to drag fucks like you around after I shoot out there knees. Works real good.”
“You mean well.”
“Are you some kind of fucking English teacher?”
“Are you some sort of psycho?”
“According to my psychologist I am, but then he’s been gone for years. Ate him for Thanksgiving one year.” The two men stood looking at each other not saying a word. Bob didn’t move and the old man didn’t say a word.
Then Chad spoke up. “Is there anything we can do to change your mind? I have money.”
“Your money’s no good to me. Haven’t had any since forty two.”
“There must be something we can do to change your mind?”
“From the looks of it, you stole Dan’s truck. Was there anything he did that changed yours?”
Knowing they were fucked, the three stood like prisoners awaiting execution.
“You, fat girl, get over to the barn, the other two over by the rock garden,” the old man said.
Cathy walked towards the barn when Bob yelled, “Stop! Don’t do what he says. If he’s going to kill us, we’re not making it easy on him.”
Chapter 17
Momma
Cindy sat in a chair tied with nylon rope. The temperature inside the barn was still over eighty and she sweat like a pig. The only other person in the barn was the old man who was digging through his tools.
“If you let me go, I’ll do anything you want,” Cindy said pleading for her life.
The old man turned and walked over to her holding a rusty tree branch saw with half the handle missing. “Like what?” he asked.
“Does your old lady fuck? I mean fuck like you like it?”
“No, she quit fucking twenty five years ago.” the old man replied.
“I’m only twenty six, I can give you whatever you want, and I’m very good at what I do.”
The old man looked down on Cindy and her massive breasts, she was fat, but not wrinkled, not like his wife. Cindy had a youthful sexual look, even though all the sweat. “Tell me more,” he said mumbling through his gums.
“I like it up the ass,” Cindy said.
“You think I’m queer?” the old man yelled spitting.
“No, I know a lot of guys like to do it that way.”
“Queers maybe, I’m not queer.”
“I can suck your cock, I can fuck you till you blow your mind, and all you have to do is let me try.”
“If you weren’t tied to that chair, would you still want to suck my cock?” the old man asked.
Cindy couldn’t lie, she wasn’t good at it. “No, I’m being honest, but I don’t usually go for older men.”
The old man stepped back and looked Cindy in the eye. “I can believe that, I don’t like old women either,” he said with a three tooth smile.
“So is it a deal?”
“What deal?”
“I suck you off and you let me live?” Cindy asked.
“That’s like paying for it, I don’t pay for pussy.”
“From the sounds of it, you don’t get any at all.”
The old man turned and walked away. He stopped and looked back. “Excellent point, you could be a lawyer.”
“Just let me show you what I can do, once I blow your mind, you’ll want to keep me around.”
“I might do that, but my wife is expecting to cut you up in an hour, how do I explain that?”
“Easy, you tell her I have some horrible disease and can’t be eaten,” Cindy replied.
“What kind of disease do you have?”
“I don’t, lie to her, and tell her something.”
“I need to try out the merchandise before I make any promises,” the old man said. He sat down the saw blade and stepped up to Cindy. He unbuttoned his coveralls and let the front drop down to his knees. From there he pulled out his flaccid penis and moved in close to Cindy’s mouth. She gagged a bit and took it in her mouth. It tasted like piss and motor oil.
“Make it good girl,” the old man said. “And if you get any funny ideas about biting it off, remember, I have fifty ways to tear you apart, and none of them will be quick and painless. “
For the next few minutes Cindy stroked the old man's cock with her tongue. She was tied to the chair so she had to bob back and forth like a chicken. His penis got hard and he closed his eyes as she pleasured him like he hadn’t had in two decades.
Then the old man bolted forward and fell to the ground in a heap. Cindy looked up to see his wife holding a fence post in her hand. She knew she was in for it as well.
“You fucking whore!” the wife yelled.
“Hey, I was just doing what he made me! “Cindy yelled back. “I’m tied up!”
“I heard the deal you made with him, to replace me to save your fat ugly hide.”
“Replace you? He said you haven’t had sex in years.”
“And you believed him?” the wife said.
“I don’t know who to believe, I only met him a half hour ago.”
“Let me tell you little girl, he gets all he wants and more. I’ve never turned him down ever, he tells me I’m old and disgusting. He only wants to fuck girls like you.”
“All I’m trying to do is save my life, I don’t know what goes on between you and I don’t care. I have a family back home that I want to see and if giving him a blow job will make that happen then so be it.”
The wife dropped the fence post on the ground and looked at her husband bleeding on the floor of the barn. “I don’t blame you, I blame him.”
“Then can I go?” Cindy asked.
“No, he may be an asshole, but this is our way. I can’t let you go.”
“Why not?”
“We’ve hunted down and killed strangers for forty years out here and never got caught, giving you up would stop that and change everything. I’m not going to prison at seventy eight. I plan to die out here. Just so you know, you’re the first person I’ve ever spoken to. Usually Sam kills them and I cook them up. I find this whole conversation quite disturbing. “
“See, you don’t wan
t to kill me, you've spoken to me, you know I’m a real person. Not some cow or pig.”
“I’ll have Dan finish you off, I don’t think Sam is in any condition anymore.”
The wife turned and left Cindy in the barn to ponder her fate. Cindy spent the time looking for anything she could find to use to get loose, she was tied tight to the chair and getting close to any tools was practically impossible. Then she saw Bob run into the barn looking for her.
“Hey!” Cindy yelled getting Bob’s attention.
Bob turned and ran to Cindy, he looked her situation over and started hunting for a tool to cut her ties.
“Where’s Chad?” Cindy asked.
“You don’t want to know,” Bob replied.
“Is he alright?”
“No.” Bob said. He found a small wood saw on a tool bench and brought it over to Cindy and cut her ties.
“Is he dead?” Cindy asked.
“I’m not sure, probably.” It took no time at all to cut Cindy loose and get her off her chair. “Ok, follow me,” Bob said leading Cindy out of the barn.
Once outside, Bob and Cindy ran to the truck that brought them there in the first place. They both got in and Bob started it.
“How did you get the keys?” Cindy asked.
“From Dan,” Bob replied.
“Did he give them to you?”
“Not by choice, let’s put it that way,” Bob said and pulled the truck onto the driveway heading away from the house.
Cindy looked back and tried to look through the dust the truck was picking up. She couldn’t see anything, not even the house anymore. “What happened to the woman?”
“I don’t know, didn’t see her.”
“You must have just missed her, she left the barn a few minutes before you showed up.”
“I bet right about now she’s not very happy.”
“What happened?”
“Fuck, Chad jumped him, got shot three times before I could get to them.”
“Then what?”
“I grabbed the gun out of that fuckers hand and shot him in the face with the rest of what was in the gun.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Cindy said.
“We were in the cellar under the house.”
