by Tim Miller
“Awww you hear that? He’s crying for his girlfriend!” one of the men said as they all cackled. Footsteps sounded as Cletus walked around to stand before him. The man looked even bigger from lying on the table. Cletus dropped his pants and pulled out his massive, deformed, wart and scab covered dick and waved it in Herbert’s face.
The dick smelled like motor oil for some reason. Herbert cringed as Cletus rubbed it against his broken nose.
“You like that? Gonna see how tight your butthole is,” Cletus said as he walked behind Herbert. He struggled against the restraints as the sheer horror of what was about to happen hit him full force. He knew men could be raped but you rarely hear about it other than prison. Prison rape was fairly well known, but Herbert had never been to so much as a county jail. Plus he was fairly certain even prisoners aren’t subject to mutant dicks like what Cletus was sporting.
He felt Cletus climbing on top of him from behind and felt the tip of his dick brushing against his ass.
“No! Don’t do this please! Just saw me in half or something! I’ll even cut my own fingers off! Please!”
“Oh come on now,” Cletus said. “You never know, you might even like it.”
“No! Please!”
“Now you shut up now and take it like a man!” Marty called out. “Or I’ll have to put something in yer mouth to keep ya quiet. I have a feeling you won’t like that.”
He closed his eyes as he felt Cletus’ huge head slide into his asshole. Skin and tissue ripped as he thrust it further and further in. Herbert felt nauseous with each inch the dick slid inside of him. Cletus gave a hard thrust forward, which felt like someone was punching Herbert in the stomach from the inside. Cletus began and in and out thrusting motion.
With each stroke of the huge dick, Herbert could feel more and more stretching and tearing inside.
“You like that boss?” Cletus said. “This here’s my weapon of ass destruction!”
He closed his eyes and bit his lip hoping this nightmare would end soon. Praying someone would just put a bullet in the back of his head, or cut his throat. Get it over with and quickly. Cletus’ thighs slammed into Herbert’s buttcheeks with each thrust.
The nausea kicked in again, causing his stomach to lurch as he threw up onto the floor. There wasn’t much, mostly water and bile, but enough to smell bad. His nose burned at the smell of the vomit as a string of the puke and slobber strung off his chin. The three rednecks laughed as Marty and Ma would hoot and holler watching Cletus rape his asshole. Cletus sped his pace up faster and faster. By now, there was little pain. He could feel blood and fluid running through his ass as Cletus worked in and out. He didn’t even want to think about the damage done.
After a few more minutes, Cletus tensed behind him as his dick ejaculated deep inside of Herbert. Herbert gasped and cringed as he took the entire load. His stomach felt weird as Cletus began to pull out. He felt a strange rumbling in his lower abdomen. When Cletus pulled his dick out, Herbert’s bowels let loose as shit sprayed out of his ass, even some getting onto Cletus.
As his bowels let loose, his ass felt as if he took another big shit. This time, Marty started yelling.
“Woah! You see that Clete! You made him shit hisself and then turned his asshole inside out!”
“Damn,” Cletus said. “I ain’t never seen that before.”
“They call it an ass tulip honey. See how it looks like a tulip?”
“Except tulips aren’t covered in shit!” Marty said as he laughed.
Cletus climbed down as Herbert lay there staring at the floor. Now he knew why Brenda hadn’t spoken since they’d finished with her. Apparently his colon had prolapsed or ruptured. That was the second shit was. It wasn’t shit at all. It was his bowels flopping out of his asshole. At this point he didn’t think he could speak if his life depended on it. Though at this point, he just wanted to die. If hell existed it couldn’t be as bad as what he’d just gone through.
He didn’t hear Marty walk up in front of him. As he looked up, Marty stood there holding the pliers.
“Ok buddy!” Marty said. “Time to work on that smile!” he said as he shoved the pliers into Herbert’s mouth, clamping down on his front tooth. Marty twisted and pulled as Herbert let out another scream. The scream was less in pain and more from the realization that this would not be over with anytime soon.
Chapter 17
Bobby heard something rustling around down the hallway. He was headed to the back part of the club. He figured this was the dressing area for the dancers. There was a little light from the club spilling into the hall, but other than that it was dark. Carefully pushing a door open, someone hit him in the face.
A woman screamed as the punch came, it was hard enough to stun him, but not hard enough to knock him down. There were several more grunts, punches and kicks from his assailant. It was a woman attacking him, a dancer maybe. Whoever it was, he staggered back a few steps as she grabbed onto the shotgun, trying to pull it away from him.
The initial tug surprised him and she almost got it, but she pulled back, even kicking at him.
“Give it to me you motherfucker!” she screamed. He obliged her by pulling the trigger. In the muzzle flash he watched her head explode as the barrel was pointed right at her face. He went to rack another round, but the shotgun was empty. Tossing it aside, he pulled his sidearm back out and stepped into the room.
He moved around chairs and tables as he reached another door. That one swung opened with an echo. It was a bathroom or shower room. Once the door slammed behind him, the lights came on. There were several women in various stages of undress just a few feet in front of him. Behind them, Higgins was bobbing around, trying to hide from him.
The women screamed and jumped at him. Several clawed at his face, tearing chunks of flesh away. Others kicked and threw knees, several shots catching him in the nuts. He felt none of it, though. His rage hit a boiling point at the mere site of Higgins. The women managed to knock him to the floor as they piled on.
Higgins was heading for the door so he decided to take drastic measures. He opened fire on the women. Naked and half naked bodies flopped everywhere as he hit a couple right between the tits, one took a round to the face. Pieces of brain and skull peppered his face as he pushed the last of the women off him. A few pieces of brain got into his mouth. Had he not been fighting for his life, he probably would have thrown up. In the chaos he actually hit two of the girls with one shot. The round went through one’s chest, out her back and into the chest of a girl behind her.
He stood and looked around at the pile of bodies. It was surreal how many people he’d killed in just a few hours. As he reloaded his gun, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His appearance was so horrific that he almost shot the mirror itself. His face and clothes were scratched and torn to hell. Blood covered his face and chest. He couldn’t tell how much was his or others. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Higgins headed through the door.
This time, he bolted after him and caught up to him in the club. Higgins had tripped over Skeeter’s body.
“Hey, Agent Kennedy, look. I think we had a misunderstanding,” Higgins said lying on his back.
“Oh there’s going to be a misunderstanding all right,” Bobby said as he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him toward the door. The sunlight was bright and hot as they got outside.
“Now, you’re going to take me to my daughter,” He said.
“Uh, ok. You gonna kill me?”
“Maybe. You take me to her and I might not if I’m feeling generous.”
“Look. I’m sorry about your cop friend. We don’t take to outsiders here, especially the law. Whenever someone comes sniffing around, we just send ‘em up that hill. That sink hole is a few hundred feet deep. Your friend never knew what hit him.”
Bobby pistol whipped him in the nose. Blood sprayed from it as the butt of the gun crunched into Higgins’s nose.
“Fuck man! What was that for?” Higgins
cried.
“Do you know what hit you?” Bobby said.
“Shit man. Yeah, I said I was sorry.”
“This town is about to meet the rest of the world, real fast. Now get up.” Bobby pulled him to his feet. Higgins held his hand over his nose as blood ran between his fingers.
“You broke my nose man. It’s bleedin’ real bad.”
“I’ll get you a band-aid. You’re not a real cop at all are you?”
“Well, I mean they elected me Sheriff kinda. I just found the uniform and put it on.”
“Go figure.”
“Hey, you done killed almost half the town already. Them girls was all unarmed! Then you beat me like that. That is police brutality.”
“I’m not police, I’m the FBI. In the name of the Government of the United States of America, I declare Browneye, Texas to be a terroristic threat to national security and an enemy of the state. All inhabitants of such shall be dealt with as enemy combatants,” Bobby said. It was all bullshit he saw in a movie, but it was worth watching Higgins’ face turn white.
“Shit. You can’t do that!”
“I just did. Now get a move on. This time, you stay out in front.” Bobby pushed him along with one hand on his collar and the other holding the gun to the back of his head. He had no idea how many more people lived in this toilet bowl of a town, but he hoped not to run into any more of them for the rest of his stay.
“Which way is it?”
“That way.” Higgins pointed at the road that ran past town. “The road winds through there a ways, and they live just off the road.”
“Good, let’s get going.”
Chapter 18
April tried to act like she had passed out, hoping they would cut her loose and she could attempt to get away, but they didn’t go for it. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed as they tortured Herbert. It was hard for her to watch, yet she couldn’t look away either. As she watched, the two men violated Herbert in ways she didn’t even think possible.
Some of these things, she hadn’t seen in the worst horror films she’d ever watched. Though noting Cletus with his camera as Marty ripped Herbert’s teeth out of his head, she was going to be part of a horror film, or maybe a snuff film. What does he plan on doing with that recording? Put it on the internet? Jack off to it later? Have his mom jack him off to it? She shuddered at all those thoughts.
Herbert had stopped screaming a while ago. They were still doing things to him. April wasn’t sure what they were up to, but it looked like they were cutting his ears off. The only noises Herbert was making were weak whimpers. While she didn’t want him to die, she wanted his suffering to end. She’d never seen a man rape another man that way. It was probably the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Well, everything she’d seen so far had been among the most horrific things she’d ever seen.
Her fingers were numb still, but she was feeling along the wood bench she was tied to. There was a large splinter of wood she’d been working on, trying to pull it free. It wasn’t much, but it could be some kind of weapon. At least that was her plan. Her fingers carefully worked around the edges as the wood cracked away around it. She felt it peeling away from the rest of the bench. Slowly it came away inch by inch until it broke free. She tightened her fingers around it and held it in her fist.
It was about four or five inches long and thick enough she could get some force behind it when needed. It’s not like she had anything to lose. After what they did to Brenda, Don, and Herbert, she could only imagine what would happen to her. From across the room, Brenda began screaming.
Everyone looked over at her, everyone but Herbert that is. Nothing seemed to be happening, she was just shrieking over and over. April figured they hadn’t killed her so they could get another go at her later. Her screaming was unbearable. Brenda didn’t even sound human.
“Cletus!” Ma yelled. “Shut that bitch up!”
Cletus nodded and grabbed a meat cleaver from the work bench, walked over to Brenda who never stopped screaming and slammed the cleaver into her face. He reared back and hacked at her again, and again. April lost count after the eighth blow. Brenda’s face looked like a huge lump of raw hamburger, but she had stopped screaming.
“Dammit Clete!” Marty yelled. “You fucked her face all up.”
“So? Her cooter still works.”
“I know, but I won’t wanna bang her with her face all fucked up. That’s freaky lookin’.”
“Now boys, you still got these two ladies right here,” Ma said pointing at Nancy and April. That got a reaction from Nancy who sat up right. Cletus grabbed Herbert’s body and dragged him off the table. He took him into the corner of the shed and threw him on top of Don’s body.
“Let’s do this one next,” Marty said pointing at April. “She’s purdy.”
Cletus walked over to April and bent down. This is it.
“Damn, she sure has purdy blue eyes,” Cletus said.
“She sure does. I’ll put them in a jar in my room. They’ll look real nice up there.”
What the fuck?
Cletus reached in and cut her feet loose, then her wrists. She had to act now! He was still on one knee right in front of her. Before he could get to his feet, she thrust the splinter into his eye. He screamed as she felt it go into his eyeball. As he reeled back, she blasted him in the chin with her knee, knocking him flat on his back.
Once he hit the floor, she ran. She didn’t see what Ma and Marty were doing. Ma had screamed “Cletus!” as she ran, bursting through the door and out into the daylight. The ground was hot, burning her bare feet, but she ignored the pain as she ran past the house and down the trail. Looking behind her, Marty was coming but she had a good lead on him.
She headed down the trail which was angled downhill. It was hard to keep her balance in her bare feet. Marty was closing in behind her as his footsteps grew louder. She cut to her right, off the trail and into the woods. That killed her feet even more. The ground was covered in sticks, rocks, and thorns as she tore through the woods. She figured if she could get off the trail she might lose Marty.
It was hard to make her way through, but she thought it might be working. After almost a hundred yards, she hit a clearing. There was some kind of swamp, which was odd. She’d never seen a swamp, but spent most of her time in the city. This swamp was too large to go around; it wrapped around the woods as far as she could see.
The water was dark and murky and had a strange, yellow hue. She couldn’t tell if it was glowing, or if it was just the sun’s reflection. Either way, she couldn’t go back the other way; Marty would be hanging around there. So slowly, she stepped into the water to swim across. Within a few steps she was waist deep and almost instantly it was up to her neck. She did her best to swim across but the water was so thick and full of sludge.
Her tank top had ridden up and was almost choking her. She pulled it off and continued across, laboring with each stroke. A few times her head went under, but she managed to pull herself back up. As she reached the other side, the water thinned out and became more like pond water. She climbed out, realizing her shorts had come off somewhere during the swim, though modesty wasn’t the foremost thing on her mind at the moment.
She headed back into the woods just as Marty stepped out and backhanded her across the side of the face.
“Well, got to give you an A for effort I guess. Cletus might not be so forgiving though. You fucked his eye up good. Mama is pissed at you too.”
She lay on the ground, dazed from the blow, but feeling sick to her stomach as well. She wasn’t sure what that could be from. Might be from the swamp water; she’d swallowed a mouthful on her way across.
“Glad to see you decided to get more comfortable though. You got some nice titties on ya!” He grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it as if he were honking a bicycle horn. She tried to pull away, but he kicked her in the stomach, flipped her onto her back and wrapped her wrists and legs in duct tape.
He picked her up and threw her
over his shoulder as she began screaming.
“Help me! Please someone help me!” she screamed.
“Go ahead and scream. Ain’t no one gonna hear ya. At least no one who would help,” he said as he carried her back to the shed.
Chapter 19
“How much further is it?” Bobby asked. They had been walking almost twenty minutes. The road wound around for a ways, but he hadn’t seen a single house.
“Not much further. Should be just up ahead,” Higgins replied.
“Don’t think you’ll get off easy if you’re fucking with me. I’ll shoot you in the nuts.”
“Duly noted.”
There was a narrow lane that came off the road just to their right up ahead.
“Right there. That’s like their driveway, but it winds around a bit.”
“Ok, you first,” Bobby said as he pushed Higgins up the lane. They walked for several yards as the land wound around through the woods and trees. Around the final curve, there was a white box truck sitting along the lane.
“That’s Cletus’ truck. He uses it for deliveries and whatnot,” Higgins explained.
“And whatnot huh?”
“You know.”
“No, please enlighten me.”
“When they go grab someone for fun. They use that truck.”
“So for fun? What do they do for fun? What are they doing to my daughter for fun?” Bobby asked. The anger was welling back up. As the fatigue set in he found it harder not to just let the rage go. Though he already had some in the strip club, shooting the place up. He wondered if they’d prosecute him for all this, or should he even report it? None of that mattered now. He was close to finding April.
“I don’t know man. They never let me watch. Everyone here knows about it. These boys are good boys. They help folks out around town. I here Marty is a big time book writer now. Got a book on the interwebs and everything.”
“Oh wow. Maybe I can get his autograph.”
“Funny.”
Just ahead was a house. It was two stories, but run down looking. The porch had no steps leading up to it, and some of the windows were boarded shut. Yet, there was a satellite dish on the roof.
