Barns, Blood and Rock and Roll

by Joe Zito

  Minutes later they found themselves under mile high pine trees not too far from their cabin. The sound of a distant waterfall made its way through the shadowy forest where beams of light pierced through dark green leaves. The girls stood head to head with the palms of their hands touching. They were kissing. And that’s when Ella noticed a man standing off in the distance from behind her sister’s shoulder. Jeanie noticed the sudden change in her younger sister.

  “Are you all right El?” Jeanie asked.

  Ella nodded, “Jeanie, look.”

  Jeanie turned around and saw a man standing from a distance within the trees. At first he was leaning up against an old oak tree but then started to walk back and forth slowly in a pacing kind of way, all while not taking his eyes off of the girls.

  “I think we should get back to the cabin Jeanie,” Ella nervously said. She had a scared look in her eyes.

  “What a creepoid. Why is he walking like that?” Jeanie said and then continued, “Ok, maybe you’re right. We’ll get going.”

  Jeanie took her sister by the hand and they began walking back the way they came. As they walked Ella looked over her shoulder at the man. He stopped his pacing and was now just standing there watching them walk away.

  “Don’t turn around Ella. Just keep walki….” Jeanie’s sentence was cut off when two men stepped in front of their path about thirty feet in front of them. The girls came to a frightening halt. Ella squeezed Jeanie’s hand tight and gasped. The two men were grisly looking. One was heavy set with a bushy red beard and hair. The other had short, black greasy hair and was thin and gangly. They both wore tan overalls that looked oil and dirt stained. The girls stood frozen to the ground with fear. Ella looked over her shoulder again and saw that the man had moved closer to them. She couldn’t help but noticed how dingy he looked even at a distance. He had on khaki pants that sagged at his waist. His dark blue shirt was un-tucked and unbuttoned down the middle.

  “C’mon, let’s just keep walking. We’re not far from the cabin,” Jeanie finally said. They began walking once again and the two men in front of them followed their lead. The girls started walking to the right as to avoid the men. But the men crept adjacently towards them, bound to cut them off. As they inched closer, Jeanie saw the thinner man holding something in his hand. It was a crowbar. She held her head down, mumbled something to Ella which she couldn’t understand and began walking faster. Both the girls and two men were on the same stride and were nearing each other like two lines coming to a point. They could feel the doomy presence of the men getting closer to them. Jeanie and Ella walked quickly with their faces to the ground as if they broke their mothers prized dinner plate and were trying to make a quick unnoticed escape. Then the men were closer and closer. “Don’t look up,” Jeanie mumbled. Ella’s heart was beating like a fast moving locomotive when she realized her and Jeanie would not be able to move any further because the men were now almost directly in front of them. The sisters came to a dead stop still with their heads down. The two greasy looking men stood in front of them. The fat one was holding a rusty ball bat and the skinny one had his crowbar in one hand and an open can of beer in the other. Sick with fear Ella said, “Please, we just want to get back to our cabin.” The skinny black haired Kentuckian’s mouth was full of tobacco. He spit and a line looking like a slimy worm came from his mouth. The big boy on the left was breathing slow and heavy like he just climbed a flight of stairs. His round girth of a belly slowly went in and out on each breath. Neither of the men said anything. They just looked at the girls with bulgy looking eyes. Suddenly Jeanie said, “We’re just on our way back. We don’t want any trouble.” Too bad sweetheart. You crossed over into troubleville two days ago when you had your face in between your sister’s legs soaking up her sex sunshine, crying and not feeling one ounce of guilt, and your tour of troubleville is gonna get a whole lot worse. On your left you’ll see ball bat village. On your right is drunk man heights, and up ahead is rapetown surrounded by the beautiful blood and ripped skin lake. Oh sweet Jeanie. Sweet sister pussy mouth Jeanie. There’s a big surprise waiting for you at then of the tour. You’ll never sleep agai-

  Jeanie could see their cabin in the distance over the big boys shoulder amongst the shadows and sporadic rays of sun in the dark forest. The sound of footsteps crunching against dried leaves and sticks could be heard coming up behind them. It startled Ella, making her turn around quickly. What scared her more than the sight of the man in the distance walking toward her and Jeanie like a demon hellbent on angelblood, was the duel laughs of the greasy fat and skinny man in front of them. It was a laugh that said there was no getting out of this dreadful situation and that the degenerates had found something that they’re going to enjoy terrorizing, be it with a ball bat, crowbar or a pimple lined penis shaft. Ella turned around facing the laughing men. She got a good view of the skinny man’s yellow stained teeth. She imagined his breath would be rather vile. Instinctively Ella ran and Jeanie stood frozen like some odd forest statue. The skinny drunk snatched up Ella. His lanky arms wrapped themselves around her waist. She screamed high and loud and kicked her feet up towards the high pine trees. No one would hear her screams. They were only masked by the roar of the surrounding falls where families were just now settling down for lunch with their kids to enjoy nature’s beauty and enjoy a fucking coke, totally unaware of the terror happening in the forest at that same moment.

  Jeanie was still standing motionless with big watery eyes and an open mouth of shock. She could feel the rush of hot vomit rushing up her throat from fear and anxiety. Troubleville baby! The man in the distance lurched towards her with his arms outstretched and his hands open wide as if to capture the scared, young sixteen year old who really had to pee incredibly bad now. Her shock melted away and she started to run. As she did, everything seemed to slow down visually and audibly. The sounds of the forest made a downward roar like a Kiss record being slowed down. She saw Ella kicking and screaming in the clutches of the drunken skinny man. All she could see of her half-sister were her legs thrashing about and a mask of her brown hair in her face, all in that weird slowed down view. Jeanie glanced over her shoulder and could see the man coming up on her. It reminded her of a childhood dream of a black shape chasing after her. Rays of sun sliced through the dark greenery of the forest like knives. The sound of the falls became distant. She looked over her shoulder again in her dreamlike haze of terror and saw the man but he wasn’t a man anymore. He was a coal black demon with red eyes and dripping with black blood, holding a monster size axe. He’s coming for you Jeanie. Gonna chop off your head with that axe for that fun you had two days ago with your half-sister while mommy and daddy were away. Might even stick it in your pretty little face or your only been fucked once sixteen year old cunt.

  BAM!

  The cold kiss of a metal ball bat went up the side of Jeanie’s head. She saw a blast of sparkling red and then felt a slow oncoming throb of pain. She fell to her knees. Big boy stood in front of her. He was laughing wildly. So was the skinny one. They put their arms around each other as if they were sloshed straight out of the bar. They said something to Jeannie but to her it sounded muffled and echo like. The skinny man got right up into her face, revealing his yellow teeth and laughing like a mental hospital escapee. She looked back at him dazed and with a line of blood falling from her nose. She heard an awful and terrifying sound coming from somewhere. It was Ella screaming. The drunk put the palm of his hand on Jeanie’s head almost in a caressing way. He pushed her down hard and her head hit the forest floor with a dull thud. She looked up and could see the men standing over her laughing and spitting tobacco juice. Those rays of light poking through the trees began to flicker out like a dying light bulb. And then the forest went black.

  Before Jeanie could open her eyes the smell hit her first. It was a heavy, thick odor, almost woodsy like. She tried to open her eyes but they felt stuck together. Her head was throbbing from the force of the ball bat up against her head. As she b
egan to regain consciousness she could hear the muffled sound of people talking and laughing. That wood like smell crept up on her once again but she smelled something else with it. Jeanie was unsure what the second mystery odor was but it was making her nauseas. Along with the vile smells, it felt extremely hot. The laughing people she was hearing was becoming clearer and louder. Then she thought she heard a sharp squeal from somewhere. That high pitched squeal tore her locked eyelids wide open and that’s when she saw her sister Ella being raped by the greasy men from the forest. Still disoriented and confused Jeanie scanned the room from her position on the floor. She was lying on her side so everything had a sideways view. Slowly she turned herself onto her other side. In the corner she saw a man completely naked and curled up into a corner. He was chained to the floor and Jeanie could see these strange, brown streaks all over his body. He was sobbing. Jeanie gazed up towards the ceiling, listening to the sobs of the naked man and her sister being gang raped; although she didn’t know that’s what was happening at the moment. Sickeningly amongst her slumber, those high squeals reminded her of her and Ella pleasing each other on the floor two days ago. Jeanie slowly sat up and put her hands on her head, rubbing her forehead to alleviate throbbing. Things were coming into view and smells became more robust. Then it all hit her at once as the memory of the big boy smacking her upside the head with the ball bat flashed in her mind and when she realized there was a naked and decapitated women lying on the floor in front of her who also had those weird brown streaks all over her. Jeanie jolted off the floor as if waking from a sleep walking episode. She frantically looked around the room and realized she was in some kind of wooden shack or cabin. Despite her terror it reminded her of an old wooden house from the 1800’s; one that she maybe saw on a field trip to some Amish village when she was in sixth grade. She gawked disgustingly at the dead naked women, then at the naked man chained to the floor. Ella’s scream broke Jeanie’s vision of the dead and tortured. Jeanie turned her head almost twisting her neck in the process and faced her sister. Jeanie screamed and covered her mouth as she sat up onto her knees. She noticed there were three sets of windows in the shack. The sun was blazing through them so bright that she could see dust particles floating about clear as snow. Jeanie also noticed the look on her sister’s face. Ella was on top of a wooden table. She was facing Jeanie. The demon man from Jeanie’s haunted vision in the forest was behind Ella inserting himself into her from behind. Ella’s fingernails dug deep into the table she was bent over. Jeanie could only look on in distraught shock and terror. It was as if she suddenly lost her voice and couldn’t speak. The other greasy men stood at the sides of the wooden table, fondling themselves and looking on with sick curiosity at Ella’s bare bottom. She still had her top on. She more than likely bought it at the gap in the mall that time her and Jeanie went shopping because they wanted some new clothes and earrings and other shit that teenage girls like to get when they’re fucking their boyfriends on Friday nights while their parents suck down caviar and piss champagne and-

  Ella moaned and Jeanie was still motionless in her shock statue. Ella continued moaning and did that occasional squeal. But still, there was that look on Ella’s face that froze her sixteen year old half-sister to the floor of the stinking wooden shack. It wasn’t a look of terror because of what was happening to her or a look of pain or discomfort. Jeanie’s eye’s welled up with warm tears and felt a blackness in her gut she had never felt before as she watched the man fucking Ella, and that look on Ella’s face indicating she was loving every minute of it. You dirty little shit! Ella squealed again. It startled Jeanie out of her daze. Ella grit her teeth together and dug her fingernails deeper into the wooden table. They drugged her, yeah that’s what it is. They gave her something to make her relax and enjoy what they’re doing to her. No wait, she’s in survival mode. She’s physicing herself out, she’s just going with it. Oh dear Ella it’ll be over soon….. Jeanie’s mind race for an explanation but her train of thought was derailed when Ella let out a long and wretched screeching sound through her grit teeth indicating she was climaxing. Jeanie felt a pang of unbelievable hurt and disgust, because she knew that her sister was enjoying it, despite their love making session from two days ago when they had their faces buried into each other and despite what this horrendous situation really was: rape. Jeanie with dismayed eyes looked on as the men beside Ella continued stroking themselves, yelling out obscenities, encouraging there brother or whoever the fuck he was to get that snatch good and hard. Jeanie wanted to throw up. She no longer saw the face of her younger half-sister; the face she grew to love and couldn’t be without. Instead she saw Ella’s face form into some kind of witch like appearance with her eyes slanting up sharply and her face flushed to a warm red. Sorry sweetheart but your little half sis’ is really digging this. Get a good listen. Look at her Jeanie with her little witching face all contorted into some evil sex fiend, watch Jeanie, watch her, watch her….. It took every ounce of will for Jeanie not to become aroused by the look on Ella’s face. Go cry to your rich daddy Jeanie. Tell him Ella’s not playing nice and that she’s fucking the greasy mechanic looking hillbilly from the forest. Of all the day’s events that have happened thus far, (being stalked in the forest, getting hit in the head with the baseball bat, seeing the decapitated woman) that evil witches mask of teeth grinding hate sex on Ella’s face is what scared Jeanie the most. Years after this horrendous ordeal, Jeanie would forget that terrible look on her sister’s face but it would revisit her eighteen years later, popping into her head for no reason when she was giving birth to her first child.

  Jeanie suddenly felt something warm rushing down the back of her legs as she stood on her knees watching her half-sis being raped and fucking loving it. She curiously looked down with confusion and saw that her shorts were completely wet. Her pent up fear induce pee from earlier finally released itself. A puddle started to form under her all around her knees. The big boy with his dick in his hand let out a long ‘whooo’ like he stumbled upon a v8 engine that ran on mountain dew and couldn’t wait to tell the rest of his hillbilly friends.

  “Whooo, looks what we got hur, shoot. Dumb girl pissin’ all over hurself!”

  The skinny man let out a sick and creepy laugh that seemed to go on forever. The greasy older hillbilly who was fucking Ella from behind forcefully smacked her bottom grabbing a full chunk of her. He pulled her up off the table and threw her down hard on the floor. A red grease filled shop rag hung in his back pocket. He took it and wiped his sweaty forehead. He spit out a mouthful of brown tobacco spit just as he stroked himself in one hard upward stroke. He licked the side of his filthy hand with a smile on his face from the taste of Ella. He pointed his finger at Jeanie and said, “Yer next, come eer!” The fat and skinny man closed in on her. She retreated but they grabbed her legs and drug her to the wooden table. It broke Ella’s heart when she heard her scream in terror. She could hear the frantic, desperation in her voice. “No, no, no!” Jeanie begged. “My dear sweet Jeanie. You can’t handle this.” Ella thought. The big boy picked up Jeanie and threw her over his shoulder just as he did in the forest. As he lifted her, she caught a glimpse of Ella standing in front of her with that twisted, witching, scary mask of sex on her face. He threw Jeanie down on the table and ripped her shorts open, pulling them down along with her panties to her knees. The three men crowded around her like doctor’s preparing to do surgery. She was bent over the table with her feet still on the floor and her chest flat on the table.

  “Wait!” Jeanie cried out.

  A unified grunt came from the forest men at the sound of her young voice. They looked up and their eyes were insane with rage from being interrupted from what they were about to do.

  “Please, wait. Let me stay with her. Please. I’ll let you have me again.” Ella’s voice was on the verge of breaking down into a cry but she kept it together.

  “Whutever, suit yerself. But don’t think about backin’ out of that promise, ya hear!” The big boy
told her with mean hateful eyes.

  Ella was standing directly in front of Jeanie as she was making her plea to stay with her sister during her rape so she wouldn’t have to go through it alone. What are sister’s for. Jeanie could smell Ella’s sweat and sex rolling off her body. The older hillbilly in the blue shirt was preparing himself for Jeanie. He stood behind her pulling her arms back with one hand and fondling her mouth with his other.

  Ella tucked her hair behind her ear and kneeled down in front of Jeanie. She kissed her on the forehead. Sshhh. Ella whispered, “It’s ok Jeanie, I’m right here,” just as the hillbilly behind Jeanie inserted himself into her. She squint her eyes shut and let out a closed mouth scream that was full of humiliation. Ella stroked Jeanie’s hair and continued that motherly sshhh. Jeanie fell into a zone. She opened her eyes and focused on her sister as the thrusts became harder from behind. She felt no pain and didn’t even notice the Eagles Peaceful easy feeling playing on the thin and tinny sounding radio in the corner. As she gazed into Ella’s eyes she saw that the witching face had disappeared and was replaced by that innocent- all is good in the world, make a wish on a falling star-face. Jeanie drifted further and further away by the soothing sound of Ella’s voice guiding her through her rape. Soon she wouldn’t hear anything at all but just a continuous high pitched ring; the kind you might her after a Slayer concert. Ella’s calming ‘sshh’ morphed into the heavy rushing sound of the falls in Jeanie’s mind. And that’s when she saw herself laying lazily inside a midsize canoe, floating high above a meadow of yellow dandelions. She was at one end of the canoe sunken down low with her arms dangling over the edge. Ella was at the other end of the canoe wearing a white dress. Jeanie slowly sat up and Ella smiled at her with that pure, innocent look on her face.