Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1)

by Tim Miller

  Brenda could barely feel Marty inside of her, but he was so small; his dick would slide out and as he’d thrust it back in. He’d miss the hole, slamming his tiny dick against her pussy, sending a bolt of pain through her body. He also smelled like rotten fish, beer, and ass. It was strange, because it was three distinctive smells. Then there was his breath, and she couldn’t even place that rancid odor. All she could think of was how these idiots were able to sneak up on her in the shower. If only she’d heard them coming, or double locked her door, she wouldn’t be here now getting raped by this asshole.

  The big one was even more terrifying. He acted like a huge child. The guy must have had the brain capacity of a ten year old, but looked like he could be an NFL linebacker. When Cletus’ mom started jacking him off, that was almost more than Brenda could take. She closed her eyes, trying to take her mind to some other time and place, a place where none of this was happening. It had started to work until she heard Marty say: “You’re turn!”

  She opened her eyes and saw Cletus leaning over her on the table. He was positioned between her legs, his penis fully erect. As soon as she saw it she screamed. His dick was huge and malformed. The thing had to be at least ten inches long and it looked like a trailer hitch on the end. The head was huge and round like a baseball and his whole shaft was covered in warts and bumps. Some of them looked red and bloody, as if he picked at them regularly.

  “Get that fucking thing away from me!” she screamed. “Get it away!” She kicked and bucked so hard the restraints cut into her wrists. She didn’t care. There was no way she was letting this animal rape her. Cletus was so strong though, he just had to lean forward and thrust his disgusting cock inside her. As it entered her, she felt herself stretching out like never before. When he started thrusting, she felt like a jack hammer was hitting her in the gut, but from the inside.

  She felt her skin tearing all around her pussy as he thrust back and forth. His scabs tore open due to the friction, causing the pus and fluid to ooze and drip inside her. Cletus was thrusting and bouncing on top of her. With each thrust he’d gleefully yell.

  “Cletus like! Cletus like! Cletus like!”

  He kept breathing heavy too, slobbering, and drooling. At one point as she screamed, a string of drool dripped right into her open mouth. After that, she kept her mouth shut. She was amazed she didn’t throw up. God this guy was insane. This whole family was. Marty and his mom were behind her cheering him on.

  “Go Cletus go! Get that nut! Get it! You can do it!” They screamed at him as if he were about to shoot a game winning free throw.

  The whole thing was so bizarre there was no way any of this could be real. The one upside was the guy had no stamina. In just a couple minutes he blew his load way up inside her. Even his load hurt. It was hot and thick and she was sure it went into her small intestine, though that couldn’t be possible. At this point, she decided she’d rather they kill her than her be impregnated by one of these freaks. The thought of what kind of child they’d produce was terrifying.

  When Cletus jumped off of her, Brenda felt exhausted, and even lightheaded. Even though none of them had hit her, they may as well have beaten her head in with a bat. She felt as if they’d done that. She’d always been a tough girl, but this humiliation was almost more than even she could take.

  “You see that?” Cletus yelled. “I did it! I got me a good nut too!”

  “You sure did, man,” Marty said. “You might wanna clean yer pecker off. Ya got some pecker snot hanging off it.”

  Cletus looked down and wiped his dick off with his t-shirt.

  “You boys sure look happy after getting’ yer nuts off. Sure makes a mama proud!”

  “Thanks Ma!” Marty said.

  “You people are fucking sick!” April yelled. Brenda was surprised at the outburst as April had been a cooler head so far. She figured they’d go hit her or something, but the three rednecks just ignored her.

  “Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet hot stuff,” Marty said. “Me and Clete here got plenty a pecker snot left. Just need a few minutes to recharge!”

  “What’s wrong with you freaks? You can’t get laid on your own so you have to do this? Fucking Cletus’ dick looks like a deformed foot,” Don said.

  “Maybe he’ll come over there and try it out on your asshole! How’d you like that pops?” Marty said.

  The color flushed out of Don’s face at the suggestion. For once he didn’t reply; he just looked down at the floor.

  “You ain’t had no fun Ma,” Cletus said.

  “Oh, I know boys. I’m ok,” she answered.

  “Naw, you gotta get yer nut too. Or whatever it is girls get,” Marty said.

  “That’s very kind. You’re such good boys. I’m kinda liking that younger fella over there.”

  Herbert’s eyes widened.

  “What?” he yelled.

  “You heard her. What Mama wants, Mama gets!” Marty said as he approached Herbert.

  “Don’t cut him loose son. Just pull his shorts offa him,” Ma ordered.

  Marty did as he was told while Ma walked over to Herbert who was now naked. She removed her false teeth, which looked like half of them had rotted off and handed them to Marty as she got on her knees in front of Don.

  “Tis better to give than receive!” she cackled as she began giving Don head.

  Chapter 11

  The first thing Bobby noticed about Browneye, Texas was the lack of paved roads. Everything was dirt. The other thing he noticed was the lack of vehicles. There were several buildings, but very few cars of any kind. Most of the buildings were old and run down, however sure enough there were people milling about. Jack pulled up to one woman who was walking out of a small shop.

  As they got closer, the woman was younger than she looked from a distance. Her hair was matted and she was covered in dirt.

  “Excuse me miss?” Jack said. “Is there a bar around here or strip club? Goes by the name Titties N’ Kitties?”

  The woman stood there for a moment, she looked at Jack, then to Bobby before she turned and walked away.

  “Okay then,” Jack said.

  “Yeah, that was interesting.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me. Hill folks don’t like outsiders.”

  “Hill folks huh?” Bobby said. “Sounds like some crappy horror novel.”

  “I wouldn’t know. I don’t read that trash. I think this is it up here.”

  The road wound around some buildings through some trees and into a clearing. At the clearing was a large building with a neon sign that read “Titties N’ Kitties.”

  “Go figure this would be the nicest building in the town,” Jack said. He pulled up alongside the club and they climbed out. Once inside, Bobby was almost overcome with the smell of sweat, beer, and piss.

  “Jesus fuck!” Bobby said. “It reeks in here.”

  It was midday, but the music was already blasting as a couple girls swung on poles on two different stages. There were patrons scattered throughout the club. On the closer stage, Bobby noticed that the stripper’s hairline was receding, but her hair was real long on the sides and back. When she smiled, he could only make out a single tooth.

  A waitress approached them. She was wearing a Harley Davidson tank top that bared her midriff and was carrying an order pad.

  “You boys lost?” she said. Her voice was deep and gravelly.

  “No ma’am,” Bobby said producing his FBI credentials. “Special Agent Kennedy, FBI. We’re here looking for a missing girl.” He didn’t want to give away the girl in question was his own daughter. “We found a matchbook from here in her apartment where she vanished from. Thought maybe someone here had seen her.”

  He took out his phone and pulled up her photo and showed it to the woman. The woman barely glanced at it for a second then rolled her eyes.

  “All that supposed to mean somethin’ Mr. Special Agent Kennedy?” she said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Look around you, boss. Ain’
t no one here gives a shit about no F.B.I. We’re our own law up here.”

  “I’m afraid the U.S. Government would disagree with you.”

  “Look, miss…um…I didn’t get your name,” Jack said.

  “Name’s Shirlene.”

  “Ok Shirlene. We drove a long way to find this young lady. She has a family who is very concerned about her. We have reason to believe she either may have been here, or the person who took her has been here. We don’t care about your club or anything going on here. We just want to find this girl and be on our way.”

  “Well you wasted yer time. Cause ain’t no one here gonna help ya,” she said as she walked away.

  “Is there a problem?” a man yelled from behind them. They turned and a large man with a beard and black t-shirt came walking up to them.

  “No sir, no problem. You are?” Jack said.

  “I’m Skeeter. I own this place,” the man said. Bobby noticed the guys arms were covered in tattoos. He didn’t care for Jack leading the investigation, but he knew his emotions were running high.

  “Why you hasslin’ my girls? I think you boys musta took a wrong turn somewhere.”

  “No…uh…Mr. Skeeter. As I told Shirlene, we’re just looking for this young woman. She went missing from her apartment in Austin last night.” Jack took Bobby’s phone and held up her photo for Skeeter. He actually looked at it for a good while.

  “Damn, she’s a fine lookin’ girl but nope. Ain’t seen her.”

  “You sure?” Jack asked.

  “Look around man. She look like any of the girls here?”

  The man had a point. The girls they’d seen so far were less than glamourous.

  “True,” Jack said.

  “Look. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I know you guys are city cops. But there ain’t nothing here for you. Not in this club, not in this town. Get in your cars and go back to Austin.”

  Skeeter sounded as if he were concerned, but it angered Bobby. What were they trying to hide?

  “Excuse me,” Bobby said. “Agent Kennedy, FBI.”

  “Yeah. What of it?”

  “Any tips you can give us on the girl. Her name is April. Anyone here who might have seen her or who might have ventured into Austin last few days?”

  “Beats me. I don’t ask anyone who is goin’ where. People come and go and everyone minds their business.”

  “So you don’t get to know any of the customers?” Jack asked.

  “Like I said, this ain’t Austin. Now I gotta get back to work. I suggest you two take my advice. That girl ain’t around here, so no point in you all to be nosing around town,” Skeeter said as he walked through double doors into the back. Bobby didn’t like Skeeter’s veiled threats, but he knew April was in the town somewhere. No reason for Skeeter to try and scare them off like that. She was in town, and he would find her.

  Chapter 12

  Cletus stood by with his video camera recording his mom blowing Don. April watched with sick fascination as Don tried to close his eyes, squirm away and struggle as the old woman slobbered all over his dick with her gums. He had gotten rock hard in the process. April knew it was an involuntary reaction, but that had to be miserable.

  Although Don was an asshole. She looked over at Brenda who lay on the table. Brenda was still restrained but barely moving. April tried to make eye contact with her to see if she was ok, but it was clear Brenda had checked out. The lights were on but no one was home. In the back of her mind, April knew it would be her turn soon. She pushed that thought as far back as possible. A scream snapped her out of it as she looked over to see Don blowing his load all over the old woman’s bare, wrinkly, saggy tits. She wasn’t sure when the woman had taken her shirt off, but wished she could have unseen it.

  Once they were done, the woman stood and put her shirt back on while her sons high fived each other.

  “Damn Ma, you sure know how to handle a pecker!” Marty said.

  “Been doing it since I was twelve years old. My pappy showed me just how he liked it. Once you got it down, it’s like riding a bicycle,” she said.

  Don sat in the chair trembling as sweat beaded down his forehead. Cletus put the camera down and walked over to Brenda. He undid her restraints and dragged her back to her bench and tied her back up. He probably didn’t have to as she just sat there limp. Once she was put back, Cletus cut Don’s restraints. Don tried to throw a punch, but the older man was no match for the large redneck. Cletus caught Don’s fist in one hand and laid him out with a right cross.

  He picked Don up like a rag doll and strapped him to the table while Marty cut Don’s remaining clothes off. As they strapped him down April looked around the room to see if there was any way out. She also wondered if her dad had realized she was missing yet. He’d been with the FBI for almost twenty years; she hoped and prayed that he would get there in time to save her from this hell. If not, she’d have to find her own way out.

  He’d taught her for years various types of self-defense, but that still failed her in this case. Being ganged up on by two men while in her underwear was too much for her to overcome. Not to mention she had never been in a real fight. Sparring and hitting pads was one thing, fighting a real person was something new entirely.

  Looking back up at Don, Marty had taken an ice pick and shoved it under one of Don’s toenails. Don shrieked so badly it made April’s ears ring. Marty wiggled the ice pick back and forth, eliciting more screams. Once again, Cletus was filming. Once he was bored with the ice pick, Marty walked up to the front of the table.

  “Look, please don’t hurt me anymore. I have money, lots and lots of money. I can pay you guys, all of you. You’ll have everything you could ever need for the rest of your lives! Please?” Don pleaded.

  Marty looked around at Cletus and his Ma.

  “Wow that sounds like quite an offer doesn’t it?” Marty said before he laughed. “Just like you big city folks, you think everything is about money. Well I tell you what, we got everything we need right here.”

  Marty grabbed a set of pliers from the work bench and clamped down on Don’s left nipple. He pulled and twisted as Don writhed and screamed. April looked away, but felt like she needed to see. Marty had a knife and was using it to saw off Don’s nipple. It finally tore loose as Marty held up the severed nipple as if it were some kind of prize.

  “Now that’s what I call a titty twister!” Cletus said as they all laughed.

  April looked at Herbert who either was asleep or was pretending to be asleep. She figured he was faking since she had no idea how anyone could sleep in their current situation.

  Marty took the ice pick and lightly jabbed it against Don’s eye. After a few light jabs, he thrust it into Don’s eye socket. Don screamed and jumped so hard the whole table moved. Marty moved the ice pick around as Don screamed. Finally Marty pulled out the ice pick, popping the eyeball out of the socket. Marty cut the nerve with the knife and dangled the eye ball around like it were some kind of toy.

  “Well looky at that,” Cletus said. “Save the other one for me.”

  “No problem. I think I’ll make Ma a necklace,” Marty said as he tossed the eyeball aside. He grabbed a pair of tin snips and held up Don’s hand. Don instantly balled his hand into a fist. Without hesitating, Marty leaned forward and grabbed Don’s dick and put the tin snips against it.

  “Open your hand, or I’ll cut yer pecker off,” Marty ordered.

  Don’s hand opened right up.

  “Why are you doing this?” Don asked.

  “I told ya. You all wrote them horrible reviews. Said my Ma should have killed herself. I bet you’re the one who wrote that aren’t ya?” Marty said as he clipped off Don’s index finger. He screamed as blood squirted all over Marty’s shirt. “So did you say my Mama should kill herself?”

  “No! That wasn’t me! I swear!”

  “You’re the biggest asshole here. I’m findin’ that kinda hard to believe,” Marty said as he snipped another finger.

 
April closed her eyes and tried to think of a song, a TV show or anything she could to drown out the carnage going on before her. She managed to focus on her first day of college, when her dad had dropped her off at school. They’d gone out to lunch together and caught a movie that evening before she got settled in. It had been a good day. But no matter what she thought of or how hard she tried, nothing could get her mind off the screams. Don was a serious asshole, but he didn’t deserve this. No one did. She only hoped her dad would find them before it was her turn.

  Chapter 13

  Jack and Bobby walked out of Titties N’ Kitties trying to figure out just what it was they had encountered inside. Bobby’s anxiety over April’s safety and whereabouts was getting worse, but like the seasoned pro he was, he held it inside to stay focused. They looked around the tiny town which reminded Bobby of an old western ghost town. Some of the buildings looked like they had been around since then.

  Just catty-corner from the club and across the street was a building that said “Sheriff’s Office” on the front.

  “Guess we can see what the local law enforcement here is like. Maybe they’ll be more helpful,” Jack said.

  “We’ll see. I don’t see any police cars around, but worth a look I guess,” Bobby said as he started across the street.

  As he pushed the door open, it was rickety and loose on the hinges. They stepped inside to an empty office. The place looked like something out of “The Andy Griffith Show.” There was a single jail cell off to the left, and a couple of desks.

  “Hello?” Bobby called out. “Anyone here?”

  There was no answer.

  “Look,” Jack said pointing at one of the desks. There was a half a cup of coffee on the desk. “Someone has been here.”

  “You think they even have a sheriff?” Bobby asked.

  “I’d be surprised, but we’ll see I guess.”

  They wandered around the office a few more minutes, looking through some random papers but there was nothing interesting. As they headed for the door, the sound of a flushing toilet came from a room in the back. They turned back around and an older man in a sheriff’s uniform came walking in.