by Tim Miller
“In a minute. I want him to see me. He’s been looking at me like a piece of meat since they brought me here. Haven’t you?”
“I just thought you was purdy is all. I didn’t mean no harm,” he said.
She couldn’t believe the stupidity.
“Mean no harm? Are you fucking insane? How is cutting people in half and fucking people with that gorilla dick of yours not meaning harm? Or kidnapping and tying people up?”
“It’s what Ma taught us. Why you make me kill my Ma?” Now he was totally sobbing. April had to keep herself from laughing at this huge man crying like a little baby. On a normal day she may have felt bad for him. But any goodwill she may have felt for him or any of these inbred freaks had long expired.
“Tell you what. How about I make it up to you?” she said moving closer to him. “Take your pants off.”
He stood and did as he was told and sat back down as she took his hand and placed it over her right breast.
“You like my tits Cletus?”
“Uh..yeah. They real nice.”
“Good.” She put his other hand on her other boob. He massaged them and squeezed them together. She looked down at his cock and just by thinking about it, it grew hard without her touching it. The thing truly was huge, but also covered in sores and scabs. Using her mind she made it grow, even made it sway from side to side like a snake charmer.
“Mmm,” Cletus said. “That feels good.”
“It does?”
“Oh yeah. So do yer titties. I don’t know that trick you got, but no one has made my pecker feel like you do.”
“That’s good Cletus. You know what I want you to do now?” she said.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to take that icepick over there, and jab it into one of your balls.”
“But…that’ll hurt,” he said as he took his hands off her tits and reached for the ice pick. “Please don’t make me do this…oh…oh shit that feels good.” She continued to mentally manipulate his dick, pleasuring it while he reached for the ice pick. He held it over his scrotum, his hand shaking as the pick was tight in his grip.
“Don’t fight me Cletus. That might make me angry,” she warned.
He began crying again.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. Please?”
“Nope. Stick it in, now.”
As she spoke he thrust the ice pick straight through one of his testicles, letting out a scream. It sounded worse than a scream, more of a howl, but not at all human.
“How’s that feel sweetie?”
“Not good. Oh boy, you made me pop my nut. It hurts!” He began sobbing again.
“Stop that crying Cletus. Have some dignity. What would your mama say? She like when you cried?”
“No. But it hurts!”
“Well no shit it hurts. Now I need you to do something else.”
“April! Enough! I mean it!” her dad yelled this time.
“Daddy, maybe you should go outside. You might not like what is next.”
“Please, let me arrest this guy and take him in.”
“No. It’s too late for that. He needs to pay for what he’s done. I can make him pay.”
“Did they rape you? Touch you?”
“No daddy. They hurt the others. I ran away, but they caught me. Now I can do all this. So I will.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Cletus trying to scoot away.
“Stop! Cletus. Take that knife off the table,” she said. He reached up and grabbed it. “Now cut your dick off.”
“No! Please don’t make me do that. Can’t you just kill me? Or make me kill me?”
“Soon enough. And I said stop crying! This is why we have to cut off your dick. You act like a little bitch, so we need to make you into one. Let’s go, cut that shit off.”
He took the knife and began sawing through the base of his shaft. His sobs turned to muffled grunts as blood squirted from the shaft. Within a minute he was holding his long, deformed and bloody dick in his hand. Blood squirted from the hole where his dick used to be.
“Grab a towel and plug that shit Cletus. You’re making a mess,” she ordered. He grabbed a towel and held it over his groin.
“I feel dizzy,” he said.
“We’re almost done. Take that dick, bend over, and shove it up your own ass.”
“What?”
“You know exactly what I said.”
This time he didn’t resist or argue. He stood, bent over and began stuffing the severed member into his asshole. He grunted as he forced it in deeper and deeper. Finally it wouldn’t go in any further.
“Good boy Cletus. Now drop the towel.”
He dropped the towel over his crotch that was already soaked in blood.
“You can go now.” She stood smiling with her arms crossed as Cletus ran for the door. He was waddling from side to side, trying to run with his own dick up his ass. He got to the door, pulled it open and collapsed face first. There was a pool of blood trailing from the table to the doorway.
“Damn. He bled out,” her dad said.
“Yep. I hope Satan is ass fucking him in hell with a blowtorch.”
Before her dad could reply, the sound of a truck approaching came in the distance. She ran outside and saw Marty pulling up in the white box truck, and he had company.
Chapter 23
Marty stomped on the brakes while the Munroe boys piled out of the truck. Old Man Munroe jumped out of the passenger’s seat and pointed his rifle at the shed. Standing out front was April and her dad. Cletus was lying on the ground by the doorway face down.
“Cletus!” Marty screamed.
“Calm down son,” the Old Man said.
“They killed my brother!”
“And they’ll be joinin’ him right quick,” the OldMan said as he aimed the gun through the open passenger window as the door stood open. April was still naked and staring at them. Maybe she couldn’t tell guns were pointed at her. The rest of the Munroe boys took positions around the truck in a semi-circle, all their weapons trained on April and her father.
“Ok naked bitch!” the Old Man shouted. “I’m not gonna lie to you. We gonna kill ya. That’s just all there is to it. You shed blood, so yer blood’s gonna be shed. If you give up now, I’ll just kill you with a single bullet to the head. You make us come after ya, and I’ll personally watch while each of my boys here takes a turn on ya. Whadya say?”
April stared at them for a minute, looked back at her dad, then turned back toward the Old Man and the truck and flipped them the middle finger. The Old Man looked in at Marty.
“She’s a feisty one,” he said.
“That’s what I been sayin’.”
“All right boys!” the Old Man shouted. “Move…” he was interrupted by a gunshot. Marty looked to the left and saw the youngest Munroe boy’s head explode. The bullet hit the top of his forehead and ripped his skull clean apart. The boy wasn’t more than sixteen. Once he hit the ground, the rest of the Munroe’s opened fire. April and her dad retreated into the shed, her dad firing away. Bullets penetrated the sheet metal shed walls. Marty hoped they’d hit the pair.
After firing almost a full minute, they stopped. The Old Man looked at the boys and signaled for one of them to move in. The young man, Barney was his name, stood and walked toward the shed. The others fell in behind him, their guns still pointed at the doorway. This seemed like a lot of firepower for a naked girl and a beat up middle aged guy. You’d think they were going after Syrian rebels.
They moved in and got about ten feet from the door when it swung open. April’s dad was there and opened fire with his pistol again, taking out three more of the boys before ducking back inside. This time they all charged toward the door until April appeared.
They all stopped, as several aimed their guns at her, though no one fired. Several dropped their guns and took their peckers out as they fell on the ground.
“I’ll be damned. What the hell are they doin?” the Old M
an said.
“This is what I was trying to tell ya. She’s got some devil powers. She makes your pecker squirt by just lookin at ya.”
“That’s crazy talk son.”
“You’re seeing it now.”
April was now pointing at the men. For some reason she was still naked, and several of the boys started humping each other. One bent over while another mounted him and began fucking him in the ass. It was brother vs. brother except they were butt fucking. Another pair of brothers bent over and pulled their pants down. But this time, the other one took his rifle and jammed the barrel as far up his ass as he could and pulled the trigger. The top of the man’s head exploded.
“Jesus Christ Mr M! He just blew your boy’s head off through his ass!” Marty screamed.
The Old Man yelled as he began shooting at April from where he stood. Maybe he’d be out of reach of her pecker powers if he stayed there. But April’s dad was in the window returning fire. The Old Man ducked back into the truck.
“What should we do?” Marty asked.
“The devil is inside that woman. We don’t need weapons of the earth. We need spiritual weapons to fight that Lady Satan. You got a Bible?”
“Of course, it’s in the house.”
“Go and fetch it for me son. We got us demons to cast out!”
Marty ran inside and grabbed the Bible. As he ran out he now saw the Munroe boys were all naked in a pile together. He didn’t want to know what they were doing. He ran to the truck and handed the Old Man the large King James Bible. It was huge, but the only one they had. It had been his Ma’s, and her Ma’s before that. Maybe even before that. She had told him it had been in the family since the Civil War.
“Here ya go Mr. M,” he said as he handed the Old Man the Bible.
“Sit tight son. I’ll send this demon cunt straight back into the fires of hell!”
Chapter 24
It was troubling April how much fun she was actually having. These armed rednecks came charging at her like they all thought they were Rambo. She had used her new found skills to stop them in their tracks. She decided to make them fuck each other and jack each other off. Hearing them scream in protest and in pain as they took each other’s dicks up their asses made her smile.
The one guy she had him stick his rifle up another one’s ass and pull the trigger. Not only was she amazed to see the bullet go through the top of his head, but she was one hundred percent certain she saw shit come flying out of his skull. Maybe he really was shit for brains.
Now they were all ripping each other’s clothes off and butt fucking each other. She had some of them sucking each other’s dicks. She kept an eye on the old guy back at the truck. Marty was still there too. She wasn’t sure what her range was with this new ability, but it wasn’t having any effect on them from this distance.
Looking at her dad, he was watching the man orgy with a combination of bewilderment and sheer terror.
“How are you making them do this?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. It seems to be after I make them get off, I can control their minds. But I have to make them come first. At least I don’t have to touch them.”
“God that is so fucking bizarre.”
“I think there was something in that swamp I jumped in when I tried to get away. The water looked and smelled funny. I felt weird too.”
“I’d say so,” her dad said, still trying not to look at her naked body.
As she looked toward the truck, the old man was coming toward her, but he didn’t have his rifle this time. He was carrying a huge book. Was that a Bible? He was screaming something, but she couldn’t make it out with all the other noise.
As he got closer, it sounded like he was preaching.
“I cast you out! Unclean spirit! For the Lord is my shepherd. Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil!” he was shouting.
April just watched him in amazement as he waded through the bodies of his guys to just a few feet in front of her.
“In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit! I cast you out demon into the fires of hell!” he screamed as he waved the bible around.
April grabbed her throat and began to gag. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she staggered backward. He screamed louder, this time repeating his chant as she stumbled and gagged. The old man walked within a foot of her when she stopped gagging, stood straight up and smiled.
“Gotcha!” she said as he started moaning and grunting. Undoing the front of his pants, his dick was standing at full attention.
“Goddamn woman! It hasn’t been this hard since 1975! Holy shit!” She moved out of the way just as jizz shot out of his dick. It flew through the air in a perfect arch landing on Cletus’ dead body. “Holy shit. Marty wasn’t kiddin’. Damn that was a good nut.”
“Now,” April said. Though there was movement behind him. One of the boys had stood and was coming toward her with a machete held over his head. There were others moving around. She’d lost her focus and was losing control. At the last second, she managed to get control of the guy with the machete. He stepped to his left and hacked the old man’s head off in one swing. The others were coming at her now.
“April…” her dad said.
“I know. I’m trying!”
One of the boys charged at her screaming with the machete waving over his head. April was startled by a gunshot going off behind her as the man’s chest exploded, knocking him to the ground just feet in front of her. She grabbed his machete as others ran at her. Without thinking, she began swinging the machete, connecting with each of the men. There were several, she hacked one’s arm off, split one guy’s head in two and lopped another’s head right off.
In minutes she was standing in a pile of bloody bodies. Looking down at herself, she saw she was covered in blood.
“Are you all right?” her dad said. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine. None of them touched me,” she said as a loud engine caught her attention. Marty was backing the truck up to get away again. Fuck!
One of the bodies was a smaller guy. She pulled his boots off and put them on and picked up his shirt. It wasn’t too bloody since he’d removed it during the orgy. She pulled it on and buttoned up the first few buttons. It mostly covered her. With the machete she ran toward the truck.
Marty had gotten stuck while backing up. She hoped to reach him before he got out. As she got closer, the truck pitched forward as Marty turned it around in the huge yard and accelerated down the lane. Despite her running as fast as she could, he was pulling away. Her dad ran up behind her and fired two shots before he ran out of ammunition.
“Fuck! He’s a slippery little shit,” April said.
“We’ll find him.”
“We have to get out of this shithole first. Wherever this is.”
“It’s a town called Browneye,” he said.
She looked at him, dumbfounded.
“Browneye? Are you fucking kidding? My god. I was kidnapped to redneck hell.”
“It looks like it from the scene in there. You seem awful calm after going through all that,” he said.
“I guess I get that from you. I’ll probably have a total meltdown once we get out of here. Speaking of which, how do we get out of here?”
“We walk I suppose.” Her dad said as they headed down the lane and to the dirt road. If they didn’t find a car, it would be a long walk back to Austin.
Chapter 25
Marty sped away. This time he didn’t stop anywhere. He drove onto the main road and out of Browneye. Everyone was dead. His family, his only friends. There were other townspeople, but he didn’t know or trust any of them. All because of that crazy, stupid bitch. It wasn’t good enough for her to leave these terrible reviews insulting him and his family. She had to completely humiliate and kill everyone he loved.
She would pay though. He found her once, he’ll find her again. First he had to find somewhere to regroup. He had a cousin who left
town years ago. Last he knew he was living in Waco. It was quite a drive, but his only choice at the moment. Last time he’d visited his cousin Roy, had been a few years ago. Hopefully he was still there.
Once he reached the north side of Austin, the truck was running low on gas. He pulled into a convenience store and parked around the corner. There were a few people at the pumps. One woman was pumping gas into a Ford Focus. Reaching under the seat, he grabbed the tire iron and held it to his side as he approached the woman. She looked like a typical soccer mom, even attractive, maybe a few years older than him. If he wasn’t in a hurry, he might have tried to grab her, but there was no time for that.
“Excuse me ma’am,” he said as he approached her.
“Yes?” she said, smiling as she looked up.
“Do you happen to know the time?”
“Oh. It’s…” She held up her phone to look at the clock, but he cracked her in the side of the head before she could say the time. She toppled to the ground after her face bounced off the side of the car. He pulled her out of the way and jumped into the driver’s seat, started the car and drove off. He was almost twenty minutes down the road when he heard crying coming from the back seat.
He looked in back to see a small child in a car seat. Fuck! The child looked maybe two years old. Marty hadn’t even checked to see if there were kids in the car. Well shit.
“Mommy!”
“Shut up kid!”
“Where’s my mommy?”
“She just let me borrow the car.”
“Mommy!” he screamed again.
Marty drove for another hour with the child screaming in his ears. It was almost more than he could take. He had never been around kids much, and he’s never been alone with a kid. Finally the screaming became too much. Night was falling so he wouldn’t draw as much attention. He pulled off at the next gas station.
He ran out of the car, opened the back door and pulled out the car seat, the child still screaming. He sat it on the pavement next to another car, got back into the Focus and drove off. Happy that was over, he continued north. After a few more hours he arrived in Waco, Texas. It was almost 3 a.m. and he could hardly hold his head up, but he’d made it.
