SickER Bastards: A Novel of Extreme Horror, Sex and Gore

by Matt Shaw

  ***WARNING***

  The following book contains scenes and descriptions which some people may find upsetting. Please be aware this is an extreme novel intended for a mature audience.

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  Copyright©2014 by Matt Shaw

  Matt Shaw Publications

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  The characters in this book are purely fictitious.

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  sickER b*stards

  M A T T S H A W

  Sick B*stards II

  CHAPTER ONE

  NOW

  Haunted Memories

  The sight of the skin being pulled from the writhing body made our mouths water. Each of us, in turn, licked our lips with Sister licking her lips in such a way my excitement could only grow. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted her more, or the meat which was to follow. Both tasted just as good as the other. As Father continued to stretch skin away from muscle my thoughts drifted to the possibility of mixing the two succulent flavours; cunt and flesh. Two of my five a day. Specifically my memories pulled up old sex games my friends told me of, when I was growing up (if my damaged memory serves me correctly). Mars Bar Parties. A chocolate bar would be inserted into a lady’s vagina before being eaten back out - no hands permitted. In my darkened thoughts I was imagining a similar game but one which saw the chocolate bar replaced with slithers of still warm skin to lap out of the girl’s moist pussy. I felt myself harden at the thought as I wondered whether Sister would be up for it too?

  “What’s wrong with you?” Sister asked. She was staring directly at me and I hadn’t noticed - so wrapped up in my own demented little world with a wry smile spread across my face.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, “Nothing,” I said, too ashamed to admit to my family what was going through my mind. Not sure why really. The things we’ve seen and done, since being trapped in this house...Nothing should shock us anymore. Hell, for all I know, Mother and Father may want to try my little party game out too (or have already done so).

  Father started dishing out the various pieces of skin onto our waiting plates. At the first opportunity, when no one was looking, I pocketed one of the smaller pieces he’d dropped onto my own plate as the thought of eating it from my Sister’s sweetness continued to excite me. Tonight is the night.

  I had hurried through my meat as fast as I possibly could. Unlike my earlier days of eating it, where I wanted to just get through it quickly before I realised what I was eating, nowadays I tended to enjoy it that little bit more and really take my time. Something to do with accepting where I was, I guess. This is me. This is who I am. This is my life now. Not today though. Today I wanted it eaten quickly so I could get upstairs and eat the slither (which was festering away in my pocket) from my sister as my tainted imagination instructed.

  By the time we both got to the bedroom, and closed the door behind us, we were already stripping off each other’s clothes. I remember a time when there was a feeling of guilt mixed within the lustful thoughts but those days are gone. Now it’s all about the lust. The wanting. The need. I pushed her back onto the mattress when she was down to bra and panties. She landed with a smile on her face and a naughty twinkle in her eyes. She drives me wild.

  “Want to try something?” I asked her.

  Her smile broadened. “What is it?” she asked.

  “Lie back and close your eyes.”

  She didn’t need telling twice. I reached to my trousers and pulled out the piece of meat I had stolen from downstairs. A smile on my face as I wrapped it around two of my fingers on my left hand. I cast my eyes back to Sister. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were shut - expectation of a new sensation clear on her face. I positioned myself above her. She opened her legs to allow me access to her sweet, sweet pussy.

  “Ready?”

  She giggled unaware of what was coming next. I couldn’t help but laugh too as I pushed my fingers (and the meat) inside of her. Immediately she could tell it wasn’t just my fingers and she questioned my actions, “What is that?” I didn’t answer. I continued to thrust in and out of her (pulling the meat out and pushing it back in again) instead before I could take no more and had to taste it. I continued to thrust as I re-positioned myself and then, when my head was between her legs, I withdrew my two sopping fingers and replaced them with my tongue. Delicious. The fishy taste of an unwashed vagina (just the way I like it now I’ve grown accustomed to it) mixed with the irony taste of the drying blood upon the meat...And not forgetting the tastes of the meat itself. An explosion of tastes and experiences upon my tongue. Heaven. I looked up to her face to see if she was enjoying the sensation and noticed she was looking at me. Her eyes filled with lust. She could see what I was using as a new sex toy. “Kiss me,” she ordered. I didn’t need asking twice. With the meat gripped in my mouth I pulled away leaving it hanging from mouth to chin. I moved up her body until we were face to face with the meat dangling above her own mouth. Within seconds she had the other end between her teeth as I snowballed it across to her - sucking and chewing upon it as our heads moved closer together like a crazy scene from the Disney cartoon Lady and the Tramp. As we passed the meat from my mouth to hers and back again, I couldn’t help but wonder whether we were both sharing the taste or fighting over it. I felt her hand wrap around my penis as she guided me into her sopping pussy - wet from my saliva and her own natural juices. I slid in easily, with a sigh. “Fuck me!” she ordered.

  I released my end of the meat to concentrate on the fucking. It dropped from my mouth but it wasn’t wasted. She caught it and started chewing - her eyes locked onto mine. I didn’t think it possible but I felt myself harden more so than I had done before; the sight of her eating the flesh, the lust in her eyes, the tightness of her cunt. And to think - I ran away from this. I didn’t want a part of it. A moment of madness. I live for this. I want this. This is who I am. This is who we are.

  I felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm and increased my rhythm.

  * * * * *

  A New Day

  I woke up with a start. A sickness brewing in my stomach as the nightmare continued to haunt me despite being awake. Usually forget dreams pretty fast, when I wake, but not this time - can’t seem to shake it. It’s one thing living like this because I don’t have an alternative option but it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. I won’t enjoy it. At least not to that kind of level. I sat up on the stained mattress and turned to look at my sister...My sister? Not my sister... I’ve been back here for a couple of days now and the damned water - drugged with whatever the government people were lacing it with - still hasn’t blocked out the recovered memories I’d sooner forget. I thought it would have. Drank a pint of the damned stuff as soon as I set foot back inside the house and awoke with not only my recently recovered memories plaguing me but also a headache. Now, when I sit with my family I can’t help but feel jealous of their ignorance in the truth of our situation; stuck out here as a fucked up experiment designed to satisfy the twisted minds of the curious. I look at them sitting around the house living in a blissful ignorance and I’m jealous but at the same time part of me feels conflicted and I pity them for not knowing the real reason we’re living as we are and that, just a few miles from where we’re feasting upon left over flesh which is definitely past its best, civilisation continues to go on just as it had always done. They move
on. We sink further into the cesspit. Sister stirred and opened her eyes. She saw me looking at her and smiled. That smile.

  “Morning,” she sighed. She reached up to where I was sitting and put her arms around me, dragging me back until I was lying next to her. “I’m glad you came home,” she said, “I missed you.” I ignored the images of her fucking father flickering through my mind. I hadn’t been out of the house for very long at all and yet there she was, clearly visible on one of the cabin’s monitors...With him. She missed me so much she jumped into bed with the man she believed to be her father.

  This whole situation is a mess. One minute I think I’m okay with it and the next I find myself contemplating telling her. Not just her. Them. I see myself telling them what’s happened. There was no nuke. Civilisation didn’t die. We aren’t the last few left and the things roaming the woods outside aren’t infected by some kind of radiation - at least not from a bomb. They’re infected okay, with whatever it is the scientists pumped into them.

  “You’re quiet,” Sister said. Should speak to her. At least wish her a good morning too but it’s hard to know what to say without blurting everything out - some kind of uncontrollable verbal diarrhoea.

  “Just woken up,” I lied, “brain isn’t working yet...”

  “What about him? Is he working yet?” she reached down, still smiling, and groped at my penis. With her touch, and despite my poisoned thoughts, it didn’t take long for him to stand to attention. I’m thankful. Not for her touch (as lovely as it is) but for my erection. Given all we’ve been through together, mostly in this room, a flaccid penis could have raised some questions. Sister changed position, forcing me onto my back, before she went down on me. The first I felt, other than her hand which was still on my shaft, was a flick of her tongue. Usually I’d just lie there and enjoy the feelings but today was harder - I couldn’t help but wonder where the cameras were hidden in this room. The cameras they used to spy on us, to see how we’d react to our situation. Not hard to see how we didn’t find the cameras - even knowing it’s in the room, I still can’t see it. Or them.

  Sister’s other hand cupped my balls. A gentle squeeze which gradually got harder as the intensity of her mouth and hand action (on my shaft) increased. Yet I still can’t focus on the pleasures. Not properly. Not knowing someone could be watching us. I wonder whether, with their beady eyes on us, they wanked their cocks as we put a show on for them. Maybe they took turns pleasuring each other? You do me, I’ll do you. Not just men in there watching either - maybe some women were flicking themselves along to our hardcore show...Well...They want a show...Whoever may or may not be watching...We’ll give them a fucking show.

  I pulled away from Sister.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked as she licked her lips.

  “Turn round,” I instructed her. She did as she was told and faced away from me on her hands and knees - arse in the air. I looked towards the far side of the room, where I presumed the cameras to be, and gave them a wink before turning my attention back to Sister. Without a second thought to the potential viewers I bent down, ripped her underwear off and stuck my tongue deep in her arsehole. A shocked noise escaped her mouth (followed by a sigh as I pushed my tongue in deeper). Not surprising really. This is definitely a first. And not because I had a sudden urge to taste her but because I knew it would need some kind of lubrication and, when lube is in short supply, spit’ll do. I wiped my thumb in the spit which ran down the crack of Sister’s pert arse and pushed it, gently, against the inviting hole. She breathed in followed by an expectant sigh. I pushed in until I was knuckle deep. Sister, to my surprise, pushed back and gave a slight wiggle as though enjoying the sensation. I couldn’t help but wonder whether this was something she’d been used to in the real world before we were placed here. Slowly, at first, she started bouncing back against my thumb - almost fucking herself with it. I stayed still. Let her do the work (for now) whilst I enjoyed the tempting view. I dribbled more spit onto my thumb again before it disappeared back into her arse. A few more bounces, by Sister, and I withdrew it. Clean, thankfully. I lined the throbbing head of my penis against the orifice and hesitated a moment, unsure whether she’d be as willing. After all - a bit of a size difference between thumb and erection.

  “Do it!” she ordered. She pushed back as I pushed forward. It slipped inside easier than I’d have thought it would have. No doubt helped by the spit and the loosening (thanks to the thumb). As the tight hole swallowed the length of my shaft we both gasped out loud. The tightness strangling my penis being a great sensation for me. The thick shaft stretching her open causing her to lose her breath. “Go slow!” she whispered. I could tell by the tone in her voice it was stinging her. I didn’t care, though. Those fucks - out there in the cabins - watching...They like to watch. I’ll give them a show. I moved my hips back, mostly pulling my penis from her arse, before thrusting forward hard. Sister screamed out loud. I’ll take that as a scream of ecstasy. I pulled back before thrusting forward again. Another great sensation and another scream; both of which simply enticed me to continue but with added speed. Soon I was pumping hard, with my hands on either cheek, and her screams had turned to low grunts. More than that - it wasn’t long before she was thrusting herself back against my penis like a woman who couldn’t get enough of the feeling of being filled. Perhaps helped by the fact I realised she was rubbing her clit with her left hand whilst her right hand stayed firmly on the mattress in order to stop us from falling face first onto the mattress in a dirty, incestuous heap. Not incest. Not my sister. “Harder!” she begged me. “Fuck me harder!” Guess her arse has got used to the thickness of my cock and the deepness of my thrusts. I increased speed as I turned towards the wall - still trying to remember where the camera position had been filmed from and curious as to whether there’d be anyone watching us now; perhaps some lone survivor hiding away, like Michael Bray had been when I found him cowering under his desk, or maybe new recruits who’d been sent down to clean the mess up.

  I felt the familiar build up of what seemed to be an intense orgasm; helped by Sister’s newfound trick of repeatedly clenching her arse cheeks around me as I continued to thrust. A tingling sensation in the thighs, then in the testicles and then twitch after twitch from my penis as my semen filled her arse. Couldn’t remain quiet as I grunted out loud. As soon as I’d finished ejaculating, I couldn’t help but to collapse on Sister who buckled under my sudden weight. I pulled back allowing my penis to slop out in a sticky mess of white and brown.

  “Have I shit myself?” Sister asked. A worried tone in her voice. Who said romance was dead? “Fuck me that was intense,” she laughed. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t being rude. It’s just - by the time my brain had figured out what she’d said - it was too late. No point in filling the silence between us. Besides which I was still staring dead ahead at the wall. As soon as Sister goes to the bathroom to sort herself out (as was common practice after a fuck), I’d have a closer look at the wall. See if I can find that camera. Rip it from the wall. Even if the cabins are still full of dead scientists and their ghosts - I’m not comfortable with the possibility of someone watching whenever they felt like it. Funny really considering the show I’d just put on. I hope someone was there to enjoy it because it was the last they’d get to see.

  Sister pulled her knickers up. A glimpse of her rear, as she did so, suggested it was for the best as I could clearly see her backside was starting to cream-pie with my juices.

  “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said. And with that she disappeared from the room. Immediately I jumped up, not even bothering to pull my own boxers up, and hurried over to the wall. I started by looking at the top corners but I couldn’t see anything. No holes. No obvious hiding place for a camera.

  “Come on, where are you?” I asked as though the camera were suddenly going to be able to answer me back. I’m over here. Stupid. I turned my attention to the desk on the table. Various items lying on top of it - paper, photographs of the people who had
once lived here (did anyone live here or is it just a set?) and the odd book. A cluttered mess not unlike the kind you’d find in my own home. Thinking back to the view I saw, of the room, back in the cabin - there’s a strong possibility that the camera would be somewhere amongst this lot. Hidden in the debris of someone’s lost life. But where? A glance over the varied items doesn’t reveal any hidden wires or of anything noteworthy. Are they really that small that they’re nearly impossible to see? Why am I surprised? They’d hardly be of any use if they were the size of a standard camera. Not when it comes to spying on people, such as my family (not my family dammit). Without any thought to the noise it’d make, I gave a giant sweep of my right arm - sending everything on the desk crashing to the floor. If it were amongst the items littered across the wooden top then it certainly wouldn’t be there now.

  “What are you doing?” Sister asked from the doorway.

  I span around. She was standing there, a look of bemusement on her face.

  “Getting it ready for later,” I said - thinking on my feet. “Haven’t fucked on it yet.” I flashed her a smile, hoping she’d buy my quick lie.

  She smiled back, “You honestly think it would take the weight?”

  She bought it.

  “Be fun to find out,” I told her.

  She walked towards me and grabbed a hold of my semi-erect penis, ignoring the sticky state our latest escapades had left it in, “Think you could go again so soon?”

  “Not interrupting am I?” Mother spoke from the doorway, a look of jealousy on her face similar to the look I’d seen on Sister’s when she’d seen Mother and I closer than we should have been. Sister didn’t pull away. She just flashed her a smile. Perhaps a silent (smug) way to say that I was with her and there was nothing she could do about it. “Father wants a meeting downstairs,” she said. She hesitated for a moment, maybe waiting for us to say ‘okay’ or something similar, before she stepped from the room (leaving the door open as she did so).