/lit/ - Literature

14 year old Tommy slipped into Master’s arms, arms that had held him through pain that made him sob and beg to simply die, and pleasure that left him dumb and drooling. Those strong arms, the scratchy two day beard, the hot breath and firm, steady voice. Those were his world. At one point, Tommy had been out in the world by himself, free and making choices. Master had shown him how wrong and stupid that was. Tommy wasn’t a man, big and strong and assertive. He wasn’t a woman, beautiful and confident and smart.

Tommy was a femboy. Small and cute as anything, with a fat, jiggly ass made to please, to be spanked and squeezed. Soft, plump lips meant to kiss and wrap around Master’s shaft. And a brain that had once been full of fear and confusion, overwhelmed by a world too big for someone as simple as him. Why did he need to choose his own food? Master would tell him what to cook, tell him what to eat. He never went to bed hungry, not like before Master, when he was too sweet and simple to keep a job, there had been many hungry nights. And cold too, Master made the cold nights outside stop.

Master woke a little bit as Tommy slipped back into bed from getting his glass of water. Master’s big strong hands slipped down into Tommy’s gray sweatpants and squeezed his lovely disproportionately round and jiggly ass. Tommy had been shamed and mocked for his ass, it was right at the edge of unrealistic on his small body. He had hated it for years, until Master showed him how wonderful it was. His ass was his best feature, Tommy’s mistake had just been trying to be taken seriously in the world, instead of seeing himself as a happy little sex toy. There was the old saying about how if the test is climbing a tree, the fish will think he is stupid. Tommy had been trying to be a cashier when it turned out he was just a massive slut.

After much squeezing and a few good spanks on his lovely globes, Master mounter Tommy, strong hands gripping his hips, warm lube applied, and that large shaft that had brought Tommy to the ragged edge of sanity and permanent harm many times spread him and filled the cute cocksleeve to his breaking point. Tommy screamed into the pillow as he bled, but his brain was a happy sea of bimbo juice, no thought except to push himself back and take more of his savior into his body.

“Oh Sir, yes. I never want to leave this bed at your side. I just want to be your simple, stupid whore for the rest of my life!!” he squealed ecstatically, toes curling. Was Master using him harder than normal? It was always a hard ride, it might just be in his head. Master reached to pet him, hand sliding to rub his neck. Tommy might have wondered about the other hand if he wasn’t already fucked stupid.

Master twisted hard, and with a crack that not only broke Tommy’s neck but had him staring at the big man behind him, the spasming body fell onto the bed. Shaking and stretching and even now, sweet, stupid little Tommy couldn’t figure out that his life had just ended.

Master let the shota shudder and slowly relax into death. Tommy had been a good boy, but Master tended to grow bored with a boy after about a year, they were all the way broken in, not much of a project. Tommy hadn’t quite made it that long, but only because Master had noticed another fat assed femboy sleeping in a box behind the hardware store. It was going to be cold tonight, he could swing by at 1AM and be the savior again. Another little slut with nothing but gratitude for the warm bed and meal. Nobody would notice or care about another homeless teen going missing...and the hungry boy wouldn’t notice the unusual flavor of the steaks.

WARNING: This story contains heavy amounts of snuff, torture, guro, and LOTS of sexism/misogyny. If you don't like that, don't read it.

“Are you sure about this, Wendy?”


The orange-haired tomboy looked back at her tan-skinned friend who was on the bed, still changing into her casual clothes, putting one sock on at a time. Wendy smirked.


“Don’t worry, Tambry. I’ll be fine. Ain’t none of these dudes are gonna get up in my head. Or in my pants.” she said jokingly.


Tambry sighed at her friends’ confidence. Although she believes she can take care of herself, a lot of girls thought the same way, and now… they’re gone.


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It’s been about 20 years since the Great Purge happened. 90% of all the females in the world were brutally murdered after the men of the world all of a sudden either joined or sided with the Sons of Adam, the cult that preached that women were a disease on the garden that was Earth and that they needed to be exterminated in order for the planet to heal itself again.


At first, no one believed them; all women, and even most men, believed that they were just a bunch of misogynistic lunatics who probably were mad that the ladies never gave them a chance in the sheets; but as time went on and the Sons continued to preach their rhetoric, strange things started happening to the planet.


Trees and plants started dying out faster and faster, and meat and protein started to become spoiled to the point of being immediately poisonous. Water in every continent started to just… evaporate, seemingly disappearing within a few weeks. What little water was still there was toxic to anyone who drank it as well.


No scientist, politician, doctors, or really anyone on the planet could explain the rapid changes in the environment that seemingly was starting to kill the Earth at an alarming rate. Only one group, the Sons, had an answer; women’s existence was upsetting God, and as punishment for letting them live this long he was making the Earth uninhabitable.


As the weeks went on, the Sons of Adam started getting more and more power. Daily news reports of hundreds, even thousands of women being murdered by their husbands, boyfriends, brothers, and fathers were becoming more and more of a natural occurrence. The Sons of Adam’s leader, Joseph Whitewater, was on the news every day preaching his group’s ideology of making the “garden pure again” by eliminating the “cancer” that was the female species, and as insane as it sounded to every female on the planet, the males of the Earth were listening to it. More and more of the world’s top female leaders were being found dead, while the top male leaders were getting on television to publicly denounce the problem OF women.


Then, in December of 2039, the leaders of every nation in the world all formed one-super government, not divided by borders or ethnicities, with one main thing being shared in common; their manhood. The first law they passed in their New World Order? Being female was illegal.


—-


Within almost a decade, the majority of female creatures on the planet were killed, whether they were human or not. Tambry still remembered the endless screaming from every girl she knew; the firing squads, the hangings, the burnings, the mountains of female corpses lining the streets, built by some men and boys she considered to be friends, all cheering at the demise of the fairer sex. She still has nightmares about it.


“I’m just worried about you is all. I’m worried about everyone. You aren’t exactly the first one to think you can take on the Sons’ army on your own.”


Wendy walked over to her friend on the bed, a nervous look in her eyes being met with her own more relaxed gaze. She put a comforting hand on her shoulder.


“Tamb, you know me. I’ve killed countless of these guys. The place I’m going to isn’t even a Sons’ compound, it’s just a Hunting Town. I can blend in. I’ll be fine.”


Tambry looked down at the floor of her room. “It’s not just a Hunting Town, Wendy. It’s OUR Hunting Town, it’s where we used to call home. We haven’t been there since we had to run away, and we don’t know how different it is.”


Tambry’s freckled girlfriend put on a stern face. “Yeah, and I know the layout of the town like the back of my hand. This isn’t even the first time I’ve been on a supply run, and I’ve always come back in one piece, right? I’m telling you, Tamb, nothing is gonna happen to me.”


Tambry’s worried look softened a bit at her friend's convincing. “Positive?”


“Positive.”


The two girls hugged it out, before Wendy got off of the bed and walked out her friend’s room.


—-

Wendy stopped her jeep just outside of the entrance of the town she used to call home; Gravity Falls.


It’s been a while since Wendy left the Daughter’s base for a supply run. The last time she went, her entire team got taken down by the Son’s attack drones in mere minutes. Although she put on a confident aura every time she was interacting with her fellow females, she was still guilty over her squad getting ambushed like that. There was nothing she could do except run, otherwise the rest of the base would’ve gotten found out.


Even with how shaken she was from the ordeal, she still knew she could get into her old town unnoticed. She had the clothes that used to belong to her brother with her, and she’s been practicing her male voice by taking pitch lowering lessons. All she had to do was stop by a store, get some food and water, and leave. It was that simple.


The woodland redhead sighed heavily, closed her eyes, opened them back up, and drove past the welcome sign for her old home.


—-


Wendy continued driving through the town to see how much it had actually changed. Unlike most other places occupied by men nowadays, there was no giant dome surrounding Gravity Falls to keep the “female poison” out. As a result, the surrounding areas and the town itself turned into a desert, no vegetation or greenery anywhere nearby.


What Wendy did see a lot of was men with guns… lots of men with guns. Every single guy she saw was armed to the teeth, with ballistic vests and assault rifles hanging around their bodies, all either walking past her car minding their own business or just standing around, talking to one another.


The entire town had turned into a Hunting Town, smaller settlements in the wasteland dedicated to hunting down runaway females and Daughters of Eve members. Even for men’s standards, the guys who frequented these places were animals; they were mostly freelance bounty hunters who still wanted to kill girls but didn’t want any of the hassle of the Sons of Adam’s strict training regiment. Lucky for Wendy, these guys weren’t usually skilled in fighting. They were just skilled in killing.


There were women crucified on crosses on almost every block in the town, female corpses littering the sidewalks with men going out of their way to step on them every time they walked by. Some of these women had their skin ripped off, some of them were naked. Wendy looked away, getting sick to her stomach of seeing how men treated her sisters.


Looking ahead, she saw that some of the female corpses were being hung from the trees above her jeep, their necks bent in half, blood dripping onto the roof from their bodies. It felt like the worst kind of rain you could think of.


She eventually decided to just look straight ahead to where she wanted to go. She sighed in relief at seeing the old shack she used to work at up ahead in the distance.


—-

Wendy hadn’t seen the Mystery Shack in a while, but from what she remembered, the current state of it was completely different from what it used to be; no longer was it a cheap shop for useless oddities that she worked at every summer, now it was a general supply store for male hunters called “Cunt Catchers Bullets and Supplies”. Wendy really, really hoped her old boss, Stan Pines, wasn’t responsible for the name change, or anything else that might have happened in the town since the purge.


She parked her car near the entrance of the shop. She saw a man sitting out on the porch on a rocking chair with a shotgun in his lap, but he seemingly wasn’t paying attention to her.


She grabbed the jacket and the mask in the passenger seat next to her and put them on, wrapping the mask around her face to conceal her feminine features and zipping the jacket up around her body to hide her large, supple breasts.


One of the worst things about being a girl lately was the boobs, as they were always in the way and men were always looking out for them to see if a female was in their midst in disguise. Since Wendy had gone through puberty, her boobs had just gotten bigger and bigger, making it harder for her to pass off as a male for supply runs. Although her body is working against her, the time she spent with her overly-macho dad and her brothers taught her how to blend in with other men in society. She had the same bullheadedness and male arrogance that her family had’ it’s too bad when the Purge happened, she had to kill two of her brothers, one of which originally owned the jacket she was wearing.


She adjusted her clothing more and stepped out of the jeep, beginning to walk towards her old place of work, looking down as to not arouse any attention to herself. She hoped that the guy in the rocking chair on the porch didn’t notice her. She opened the door and stepped inside.


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The first thing Wendy noticed when stepping inside the store was the loud sharpening of a knife coming from the counter. The employee at the counter was grinding the blade onto some kind of stone, looking down on it with a bored, glazed over look, like he was just doing it because there was not much else to do. He looked at her and nodded his head to greet her. She nodded her head at him and immediately gasped as she saw the rest of the room around the counter.


There were female body parts everywhere around the store; on the back wall hung poached female skin, ripped off from various different kinds of girls who tried to fight back or escape from the purge. Pairs of breasts from different girls were hung up on mantle-pieces on the opposite wall, with other girls’ asses and pussies hung onto her left. Below the mantles were accessory bags made from boobs, lampshades made with female skins, belts made from girls’ nipples… The entire room was filled with the remains of women, and for any man it’d be a dream come true, but for Wendy? It made her want to vomit.


She looked down before the employee at the counter could see the horrified look on her face and hurried to the back of the store, where they sold the few normal things in the store like food and ammunition.


Wendy picked out a few things, like apples and bananas, some chips, a couple of packs of meat out of a new refrigeration unit, and some water. It was enough food and supplies for a couple of weeks if they can ration it enough, though feeding a group of 10 girls wasn’t always an easy task. She was glad she wasn’t doing the supply runs for the entire base, that would seem like a nightmare.


She always wondered how such fresh food was able to even get out to places like this when the domed off cities the majority of men live in were so far away. They didn’t get them from any Sons of Adam’s military bases, either. She was taught that the domed cities had their own farms and factories that made the same food she used to buy before the purge using cloning technology and crystalized power that magically turns into food with water. She didn’t really believe it, but then again she couldn’t confirm it. No woman has ever been inside a domed city. And they probably won’t for a while.


Her train of thought was stopped as she heard multiple deep, growly voices coming from the door where she walked in. They were all laughing and jeering at something, patting themselves on the back and just being obnoxious all around. She looked up for a moment from her picking out her groceries to analyze the men.


There were about 4 of them, all muscular and toned, wearing kevlar and bullet proof vests with more ammo pouches then she could count. Two of them had spiked boots at the bottom of their feet, the other two having tattoos depicting women getting sawed in half. All of them were wearing a necklace with the Sons of Adam’s symbol on it, a demented version of the female sex symbo, with an arrow pointing downwards and a circle above it looking like a crosshair.


They began talking to one another, with Wendy quickly looking away towards the food section as to not avert any more attention to herself.


“Nice work on catching that pink-haired bitch earlier, D. I never heard a cunt scream so much before!” one of the men said, taking a sip of a bear he had in his hand. He was wearing a hat with the Sons’ symbol as well.


‘D’, or the man he was talking to, chuckled to himself. “Thanks. I try my best.”

Another of the men with a scar across his eye laughed at his comment. “You’re best is better than all of ours, man. That’s why you’re the boss.”


D smiled. “Yeah, I guess. Alright, let’s restock and get back to hunting for a few more hours, will call it a night after that.”
She didn’t want to be in the store any longer with these guys in the store. She picked up the rest of what she wanted and scurried over to the counter, carefully not dropping anything or making eye contact with the other men in the store. She put all of her items on the counter.


“Will that be all for today, sir?” the employee said with a bored look on his face. Wendy looked at him with her mask still concealing most of her face.


“Yep, that’s it.” Wendy said in the best mannish voice she could muster. She’d been practicing her man voice for occasions like this, and while it wasn’t the best, the mask muffling her voice certainly helped to hide her feminine features.


The employee nodded and started scanning all the items she was buying. As Wendy patiently waited for him to finish up while looking down at the counter, she could feel another pair of footsteps walking up to the counter to the left of her. She saw another bag of goods plop onto the counter next to her’s, with a deep voice coming right behind it.

“That’s it for me too, thanks.”


The hair on the back of Wendy’s hair stood up. Sweat started to slowly pour from the side of her head down to her face as she looked to see the man standing right next to her.


It was Dipper Pines. The boy who crushed on her that one summer years ago, the boy who helped save the world along with his sister. He was still wearing that same Pinetree hat that he’s worn since he was little, but he was more muscular now, with a five ‘o’ clock shadow on the bottom of his face. He also had tattoos depicting giant monsters ripping women in half on one arm, with a woman getting yanked up by her massive breasts with blood spurting out on the other.


What happened next is something she couldn’t control. For some reason, she just couldn’t stop the one word that leaked out of her mouth, no male voice covering her normal tone up.


“Dipper?”


Dipper looked at her and immediately drew a shocked look on his face as they were both staring at one another now.


“Wendy?”


Before either of them could say anything else, a hand grabbed the back of Wendy’s head and smashed her face into the counter, making everything go black as she quickly faded out of consciousness.


. ---
As she started to slowly wake back up into the land of the living, Wendy could hear multiple voices all seemingly yelling over one another. She groggily started to open her eyes, still feeling the pain from the massive headbutt she took earlier. She tried to observe her surroundings; she was in the back of what seemed to be some sort of van. As she tried to regain her composure, she heard the men speak.


“So you know that cunt, D?”


“Yeah. I used to have a crush on her when I was little. She’s still hot as ever, apparently.”


The guy he was talking to smirked. “Oh, she’s hot alright. Gonna be even hotter when we’re done with her.”


That was the last thing Wendy heard before she fell back into a deep sleep.


---


Wendy’s eyes shot up in an instant, feeling a hot, painful jolt of lightning shocking its way through her body between her legs. She screamed out in pain as she snapped her head up, horrified at what was going on in front and around her.


There was a combination of Sons of Adam soldiers and freelance hunters huddled around her body, fully naked and nailed to some kind of plank of wood, forcing her body down while her snatch is exposed to them. Not only were there soldiers and hunters, but a massive crowd of maybe almost a thousand men were a level lower than them, meaning that Wendy and the men were on some sort of stage. She could hear shouting, jeering, and screaming coming from all directions, including right behind the men that were currently waking her up.


“Looks like the femoid is awake, boys.” one of the men says as he takes what looks like a cattle prod out of Wendy’s bare cunt.


The cheering from the crowd erupted more as they saw the girl wake up, all the men in the sea of bodies with hungry looks of death and destruction in their eyes.


The men looked down at Wendy as she frantically whipped her head around in an attempt to get some sort of freedom from the nails stuck into her hands and feet, but every time she moved even a bit hurt more and more. The men in front of her laughed at the display.


“It’s like a fucking fish out of water!” a man with a necklace made out of what looked to be female nipples exclaimed.


The other men around her continued laughing as she screamed louder and louder, trying to get any girl to help her in her situation.
“That’s enough.”
A booming voice echoed through the area, as the men on stage and in the crowd silenced immediately. It got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.


A man in a black and red robe with golden linings walked to the front of the stage. His face was concealed, but he brought the microphone he used to quiet everyone down with him. He began speaking.


“Today is a glorious day for our brotherhood. Once again, we have caught another female parasite in our midst, and as a result, she has led us to the location of her disgusting hive.”


The men in the crowd started cheering again at this news, as Wendy herself was scared and confused as to what he was talking about. He continued.


“We have five-thousand soldiers stationed outside a Daughters of Eve base, ready to attack and kill the cunts inside at a moment’s notice. All I have to do is call the captain in charge of the attack, and God himself will be appeased as more of the demon-spawn that we call females is erased from the Garden.”


As the men continued celebrating, the hooded figure walked over to Wendy, who was shaking in absolute fear at what was about to happen.


“And it’s all because of you, Wendy.”


The figure put down the hood concealing his face. It was Dipper again. He dropped the mic on the floor as the crowd started talking amongst themselves.


Wendy felt like her heart had just gotten stabbed. She didn’t even know where to begin; the physical, emotional, and mental pain of what was going on was too much even for a woodswoman like her.


She tried uttering a question. “D-Dipper? W-why? How?”


Dipper smirked down at her as he began to finger her, violently pushing his digits into her pussy. She tried to hold in the moaning, but to no avail, she began as the boy who once crushed on her began to speak again.


“God, you can’t imagine how amazing it is to see you so weak, so defeated. You never even gave me a chance back then.”


His fingering fastened as he started to fondle her tits while she was attempting to shake loose of his advances.
“That’s the problem with you cunts. We men have given you everything for the last millions of years, and the only thing you have to do in return is fuck us. And you didn’t even have to do it for that long! Just until God thought you were useless, then we would have thrown you out and moved onto a utopian humanity. But because you cows continue to walk the Earth, look what happened to it.”


“B-but Dipper, it wasn’t my-”


Wendy’s sentence was stopped by a hard smack across her face.


“Shut the FUCK up, bitch. You’re still as smug as ever. But don’t worry, we’ll change that in time.”


Dipper removed his hand from Wendy’s tits and cunt and picked up the microphone. He proceeded to stand right back in front of the crowd.


“We’re obviously gonna kill this pig, but who wants to get their rocks off first?”


The crowd started to turn into a frenzy, with the men on stage and in the crowd all forming a line right in front of Wendy’s body. So many cocks were being ejected from the pants of the men in line, she couldn't even count them from where she was.


Dipper admired his handiwork at the line of guys in front of his former childhood love. “That’s what I thought. Bring the screen down!”


All of a sudden, a TV screen attached to an antenna hovered over Wendy’s face, as the feed was brought up to reveal a first-person view of a Sons of Adam soldier, with hundreds of other ones around him, tanks and drones on standby as they waited for the order to attack the Daughters’ base.


Dipper put on an evil grin. “Start the attack, Captain.”


Gunshots erupted from the TV screen as the Sons charged at the female-filled base, screams and cries being heard from the camera feed as the tank drones started blowing up the encampment. The soldier who was the eyes on the camera ran towards the base, stabbing some female rebels in the neck while shooting others with his assault rifle. Every kill was broadcast right in front of Wendy’s face, a horrified expression overtaking her. Dipper nudged his face right next to Wendy’s.


“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Wendy. All of these men, my men, are gonna fuck you while you watch every single other girl you’ve ever known get murdered right in front of you. And then we’ll figure out what to do with you.”
Dipper rose his head up from the now crying young woman and signaled to the line of erect men.


“Get ‘er, boys!”


With that, the men charged at Wendy, some of them forcing their dicks into her snatch while others decided to go around and fill her mouth up. The men started violently pumping their members into her, with her screaming into the cock in her facehole, tears streaming down her eyes as she felt a knife slash at one of her tits.


In the sea of men raping her, one of them started to cut her boobs off. He grabbed her nipple as he started cutting off the left-breast, her muffled screaming intensifying as one man took his cock out of her mouth only to be replaced with two more.


The man successfully sliced off her tit, blood pouring out of the open wound on her ribs as the man penetrating her hole exited and was replaced with another, more larger shaft. He repeatedly pumped in and out, grunting loudly while the guy slicing her breasts off started cutting off the other one. Wendy screamed more and more as her entire body was stimulated in a storm of pain and pleasure.


All she could see in front of her eyes was the two cocks pumping themselves in and out of her mouth, and the bloody images and explosions coming from the screen above her. Her eyes started to go bloodshot from all the tears she was shedding. She wanted to pass out. She wanted to die. But she couldn’t.


Her other boob was finally ripped off of her after some carefully forceful effort. Wendy screamed as long as she could as another cock entered her mouth instantly after the last one left.


Every two minutes, one man replaced another to fill her holes, semen and blood leaking out of Wendy’s vagina only to be stuffed with another meat rod again and again. Somehow, the men managed to stuff two cocks into each of her holes, with 4 dicks inside of her at the same time. Five other men started stroking themselves to her sides, filling the cut off holes where her tits used to be with baby batter.


Dipper’s voice echoed through the area as he started speaking out of the microphone from behind the line of men waiting to get a chance at Wendy’s half-alive body


“You should be used to this, Wendy! Didn’t you have like, eight boyfriends by the time I got to the Falls for the first time?”


All Wendy heard was Dipper laugh, more screams from the screen above, and more male groaning and shouting as she passed out.


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Wendy slowly came to, feeling the globs upon globs of cum leaking out of her body. She was laying down upwards now, the pain from the nails through her limbs and the two vacant holes where her boobs used to be now gone as she started coughing out semen while her eyes slowly started to open. She could barely see anything, but she heard the familiar sound of male voices shouting over each other.


As she finally managed to get a clear look at what was happening, she noticed that she was elevated onto a platform; the same platform she was nailed to earlier, but with her arms and legs extended all the way out, while the bottom of the platform itself was shoved into the ground. She was being crucified.


The men noticed her wake up as they fell silent again, with the voice of Dipper coming from beneath her.


“Looks like our guest of honor has finally woken up from her little nap!” he teased, admiring the handiwork he and his boys layed out onto her.


Wendy lashed her head around as she struggled to get out of the crucifixion. There had to be some way to get out of way, some way her sisters might have beaten the attack on their base, some way to actually win for on-


“Hey Wendy, look what I’ve got!”


Wendy stared down at Dipper, who was holding something, with red liquid leaking out from the bottom while the top of it was a darker shade of brown with a purple streak.


It was Tambry’s head.


Wendy wailed in horror at seeing her-then best friend’s head in the hands of her former childhood friend. He was holding her head by her hair, the blood continuing to poor out, signifying that it was a fresh kill.


Dipper laughed. “Man, she was a fighter. From what I remember this dumb cunt was on her phone all the time, I don’t know where the fuck she learned to tangle like that. Oh well, can’t wait to hang her head and her rack on my wall at home.”


Wendy sobbed more and more at the realization of her predicament. She lost. Her friends were dead. Her base was lost. She was about to die. Women had lost. Again.


Dipper looked up at the crying girl with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Ahhh, don’t be upset, Wendy. You’re gonna join your fellow demons back in Hell real soon.”


He turned away from the cross and looked at two men standing on either side of the cross, both with lit torches in their hands. The men took the torches to the cross, lighting the bottom of it on fire.


Wendy noticed the flame as it started getting closer and closer to her, desperately trying to struggle more and more to see if she could free herself in the last split second. The fire spread to the bottom of her feet, igniting them in a fiery ball of heat. Wendy screamed the loudest she ever had in her life, wailing and crying in agonizing pain as the fire reached her chest and her arms, burning them to a char, with only her face the only unaffected part of her body left.


Dipper turned to the crowd as his former crush was about to die, speaking to his troops once again. “Let the flames of God’s hatred cleanse you of your sins. You will rejoin your sisters in the fiery pits, back from whence you came.”


Wendy’s face lit up in flames, her life flashing before her eyes, before those inevitably burned along with the rest of her body. The last thing she saw before the light in her eyes faded away was a crowd of cheering men, celebrating the success of curing the Earth of another cancerous tumor called “a woman”.

Same author as Extra Credit here. I might make a proper thread for my stuff but these are all just short off the cuff stories so can't guarantee they'll be more or anything.
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It was an excellent view of the city from Olivia’s apartment, towering skyscrapers lighting up the night sky. Helen took a moment to admire it as her host poured the champagne. She’d climbed a long way from her days on the streets below. The blonde had done a lot of terrible things, too. But now, standing there in her pristine business suit, about to share a drink with hew newest business partner, Helen realised she had zero regrets. She’d won.

“You’re not still thinking about that cop, are you?” asked Olivia, gliding to her left side and handing her a glass.

“No, no, I’m sure he’s busy looking for clues at the bottom of the Hudson by now,” replied Helen, shaking her head. Her hair sat in a neat bun.. “Him and his family.”

“Such a shame,” smiled the taller, olive skinned woman. She raised her glass. “A toast to the future.” They clinked glasses and drank, making eye contact with each other the whole time, then set their drinks down on the table for now, sitting down on the sofa facing towards the windows. The perfect vantage point to plot their next move.

“We’ll take down Rodrigo next,” said Olivia, as she readjusted her low-cut white dress and got down to business.. “He’s a paper tiger. We have the manpower now....” as she talked Helen got lost in her new partner’s brown eyes for a moment, putting a hand on the older woman’s exposed thighs and smiling dreamily as they plotted their rise to the top. She saw a brief flash of red in them. Blinking, she looked up, and saw a little red dot in the middle of Olivia’s forehead.

“Olivia-”

“Yes? Look, don’t be scared. FIrst, we’ll-”

Helen barely heard the shot. There was no deafening crack of a gun- just a tiny shattering sound, as a bullet made its way through the window, and then through Olivia’s skull. Helen did hear a spraying sound, although she didn’t fully register what it was at first, sitting there in shocked silence as Olivia’s pretty head whipped back and then forwards again. Her eyes went crossed, opening and closing- but her mouth continued to move.

“-Chocolate sheep milkshsefsehke fsalion cuunnnntbabybbaba haaabe spleeeee..”

Olivia remained seated during this, but her arms and legs kicked out, head shaking violently. Her dress loosened, and her C-cup breasts spilled into view, the nipples hardening and starting to squirt just a little. As she raved, blood and brains also started to leak out of the whole in her forehead.

“Spligigi… hahah….fllllloot..”

When Olivia finally slumped forward facedown on the desk, Helen could see that the wall behind her was absolutely coated in the stuff- red and pink, with a bullet hole right in the centre.

Olivia’s brainless ramblings started to slow down. The bottle of champagne from earlier overturned, landing on the back of her head- which had largely been blown away by the exit of the bullet. The bubbly drink poured slowly into her now mostly empty skull, as the corpse twitched gently.

It was at this point that Helen’s flight response kicked into action at last. “Run,” she thought to herself, as she stood up, “And get them back later.” She looked left then right, trying to remember where the exit was, and took her first step.

Helen didn’t hear this bullet either, as it connected right at the side of her head. It hit a sweet spot. The top part of the woman’s head exploded into pink mist, sending a ring of gore around the room. The rest of her body continued to run for a few moments, colliding with a wall that had just peen painted red and bouncing backwards. She kept her footing, impressively enough, as she wandered aimlessly back to the sofa. Her tongue had survived the shot and now wiggled around, making wet gurgling noises as her hands stretched out, clawing at the air around her head and in front of her.

Eventually her high heels connected with the coffee table, and she fell right on over it. Her tongue landed in the overturned glass she had been sipping from just minutes earlier, and seemed to try and scoop up a few last mouthfuls.. Her long legs twitched, as her pristine grey business skirt found itself rather soiled, her bladder emptying all over the expensive apartment hardwood floor. The two girls lay there, side by side, as their brains slid down the walls around them in total silence.

Pest Control in the Garden (TEASER)

by TDMalpha

This story contains: torture, rape, lolicon, toddlercon, furry, lots of gynophagia, cannibalism, harem elements, slavery (willing and non), fantasy elements, a dystopian society, lots of blood and gore, amputations, pretty girls being cooked/eaten alive and a storyline somewhere in among all the smut.
Day One


Evening was coming on, so it was time to check the traps in the back yard. That's where Dranix's garden was. He was very proud of the work he'd put into it, and the plethora of herbs and vegetables he grew there. Though he was a predator, and ate mostly meat, he still liked to add to the flavor of his dishes with what he grew in the garden he'd been tending for years now.

The problem with growing food is that it attracted pests that liked to eat it even more than he did. Critters like mice, rabbits and even the occasional fox would raid his garden, eating and ruining what they didn't eat. Then there was the fay creatures, such as imps, fairies, elves and even gnomes that would sometimes either raid for food, or tear up crops just because they felt like it.

Most of the pests he caught were female. For some reason, they either didn't want their males going out and risking themselves, or the males were just too lazy or smart to get in much trouble.

On his way out the back door, he grabbed a couple bags he'd put whatever he'd caught overnight in. He also grabbed a short club he'd made. Sometimes they didn't want to go in the bags, and liked to put up a fight about it. They never won those fights. Dranix was seven feet tall, and a dragon-kin. There wasn't many creatures out there that could put up much of a fight against him.

The sun was just sinking behind the trees of the woods that bordered his property, sending down rays of sunlight to wash over the bright greens of his extensive garden. He didn't waste time admiring the beautiful day, but instead made a bee line to the back left corner of the garden, where he'd set up the first of five traps he'd set last evening. He'd move them to new locations after he cleared them, to keep the pests from figuring out where to avoid.

As he grew close to where he'd set the trap, he heard the squeaking that meant he's caught a mouse or rat. And when he got closer, he was proven right in his thinking. Inside the cleverly camouflaged metal cage, was a mouse-girl. She was about three foot tall, had large breasts, covered in a fine down of gray fur except for the nipples. She had the typical naked tail, whiskers and large ears of her kind.

She tried to hide in the corner of the live trap, her whiskers quivering in fear, along with her arms and legs. She held her tail in front of her naked body, like a shield.

Nice! Dranix thought. I love the feeling of their fur. So soft. He also liked that they never fought back, so he could have a little fun with her while he was going through the rest of his trap line. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his large cock, and after a moments concentration, he shrank it to a size that wouldn't break the sexy pest.

Bending down, he opened the cage and reached inside. The mouse didn't move a muscle, other than to close her eyes as he wrapped a big hand around her waist and pulled her out. She kept her eyes closed, and her knees bent up to her body. Her hands went over her head, as if they could protect her from what was to come.

He brought her up to get a better look at her tasty looking body. He nuzzled against her soft chest, enjoying the feel of her soft fur against his nose and lips. He ran his tongue out to taste her tits, enjoying the feel of her fear-stiffened nipples over the rough surface of the muscular member.

The scent of fear that washed off her small body stiffened his dick, and when he turned her over and inhaled, the scent of her sex had him salivating. Her whipping tail caught his attention, and he caught it with his free hand, lifting it up to gaze at her exposed tail-hole. His tongue snaked out and ran over both her tender lower lips, and even teased her puckered asshole.

He lowered her trembling body to the tip of his shaft, and after lining up, plunged her down on it, hilting inside of her in one motion. She let out a cry of surprise as his length filled her completely. Her eyes sprang open, and she looked down to where their bodies were joined, then up at Dranix's face, as if to ask how this was even possible, seeing as she'd caught a glimpse of how large he was before he'd shrunk himself to not destroy his new fucktoy.

Mice couldn't talk, but he'd found that they seemed to understand what he said to them, so what he said to her would be understood. “Don't worry, little mouse. I'm not going to kill you just yet. Hell, I might even keep you for a few days, if you manage to please me.”

Her hands clenched before her mouth, she nodded her understanding, her white hair bobbing with the motion. Dranix smiled and pulled her body part way off his shaft, then slid her body back over his length. The mouse's eyes closed at the feeling of this huge creature's hard cock sliding into her tight passage, and she quivered in delight at the feeling it gave her. She made up her mind right then, to do whatever she could to stay alive. And hopefully get to feel this cock inside her again.

Dranix watched with a smile on his face as the mouse raised her hands to his abs, rubbing them with her small, furry hands. Her little nails scraping his scales in a pleasant manner. She even smiled up at him as he used her body as a sextoy. She even tried to wrap her legs around his waist. He returned her good behavior by rubbing his thumb over her stiff little nipples. She let out a squeaky little moan as she came from the combo of his dick rubbing her insides, and his thumb rubbing her tits.

He felt her little body clench around his shaft as she climaxed, and that brought him over the edge and with a grunt, his balls spasmed and he spurted into her, his seed spilling out as her body was just too small to hold all of it.

As white fluid dripped out onto the ground, he looked down to see a wide smile on the mouse-girl's face, her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against his stomach. He pulled her gently off his cock, and saw that her belly bulged out from all the cum she took from him. He rubbed her stomach, and a trail of his cum spilled out as she deflated a little. It seemed she liked the feeling of his cum draining from her nether lips, and rubbed her legs together.

“Much better than being tossed in a stew, wouldn't you say little mouse?” He asked her. She responded with a happy sigh, and a tired nod.

“Would you like for what just happened to happen many more times?”

This time, her nod was more enthusiastic, and he could tell that this little pest was going to stick around, at least till something better showed up in one of his traps. “Then I want you to help me catch more of your kind. And before you answer, just know that I won't ask you to take me to your family den. I'm only concerned about those that raid my garden. Just point me to were they like to come into my garden.”

She looked a little worried at that, then mimed someone biting and chewing something, then pointed at him, then her. “Am I going to eat them? (she nodded) Most likely. You're lucky I found you so sexy, or you'd already be in one of these sacks, on your way to my oven or stove top. Maybe even my grill!”

She sighed, nodded her understanding, then pointed to a spot about halfway along the left wall of his garden. He brought her up to his shoulder and had her put her legs around the back of his head. “Hold on tight. If you fall or jump, I'll take that for you trying to escape, and I won't even wait to cook you, I'll just eat you on the spot, understand?”

She gave a meek noise, indicating she understood. He picked up the cage that he'd caught her with, and carried it over to where she continued to point. When he reached the spot, he saw that there was a faint trail, and she was likely telling the truth about it being a favorite spot for them to get into the garden.

As he set up the trap, he berated himself for having missed this spot, but he was glad that he had his own pet traitor cluing him into how they were getting in. From what he could see, the traffic was heavy enough, that he might get lucky and even trap more than one by next morning!

Once it was set up, he continued along the wall until he reached the next trap. This one was still empty, so he shrugged and continued on to the fourth trap. That one was at the opposite corner from where he'd found his new pet. Even before he got to it, he could tell that he'd caught something, and from the cursing he heard, he knew it had to be either an elf or a gnome. The other kinds of pests he came across in his traps either didn't talk at all, or they didn't curse like a drunk sailor, like this one was doing. He also heard some crying interspersed with the cursing.

When he uncovered the concealing foliage from the trap, he saw that he'd caught TWO pests. A mother gnome, and her preteen daughter! He was thrilled with this turn of events, as not only were gnomes some of his favorite prey, but he'd managed to stop two pests from raiding his garden at one time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34629484
That ^ is a link to the rest of day one, and all of day two. That's over 36,000 words, and day three already has more than that, and I'm about halfway down with it.
When it's finished, it's going to be WAY over a 100K words long.

Let me know if you like it, and why... Let me know if you don't like it, and why.

Mistress Skye – Superstar!
By
Edward Hyde


The rest of the evening continued as smoothly as it had begun with the second and third audiences being every bit as appreciative as the first. For the middle show, to keep things fresh, a couple of the executions were gender-swapped from the first, with a boy of fifteen receiving the lethal injection while covering his belly in spunk as the girl chosen to operate the controls flooded him with the orgasm-inducing chemical for nearly the whole time, watching as the pleasure itself became the torture, before inflicting the final quarter of the dose all in one go with the dial turned all the way around to the pain setting. Before moving on from that room, many of the audience had paused to take photos of his face locked, in death, in an expression of unimaginably agony. It gave Skye great pleasure to know how much Dinah would have enjoyed watching others tortured to death by the method she devised for herself, especially as the teen girl executed in the third show was her big sister Martina!

The beheading had to stay a girl, of course, since that prisoner once again provided the meat for the barbecue and Skye knew the paying guests would feel cheated if served boy-meat. Even ‘though it was no longer illegal for human consumption and in most blind tests, hardly anyone could actually tell the difference, it was still considered by most to be vastly inferior to girl-meat and it didn’t seem fair for one set of ticket-holders to get short-changed in this way!

The most interesting swap had probably been the “heretics”, where a girl was hung from the hooks to suffer death by a thousand cuts while it had been a boy strapped into the garotting chair. What made this variation especially interesting was the introduction of a secondary vice clamped around his testicles, slowly crushing them with each turn on the smaller handle. The boy, a fourteen year old named Colin, had abstained from sex or masturbation for the seven days leading up to the event, no mean feat at his age, so that they would be nice and swollen when the time came. Of course his member had stood bolt upright, engorged and proud as, naked of course, he was strapped into the chair and the castration began. The tighter the vice was turned, the more he screamed and blood began to ooze out among the pre-cum. When the engorged testicles finally exploded, he had ejaculated a spectacular fountain of blood mixed with seven days-worth of pent-up spunk. This had elicited more applause than his actual death a few minutes later!

The girl hanging from the hooks had been an interesting variation too – the middle one being inserted into her vagina and emerging bloodily through her mons pubis. Although once again too thin to provide a decent amount of meat, her bust was not insubstantial and, like her predecessor's PENIS, it was her breasts, hooks pushed through below the nipples, which attracted the most attention at first with people enjoying the way they gradually distended and pulled themselves apart. One man, after seeking permission from Skye of course, even cut a careful spiral in the less damaged one, using as many of the existing cuts as he could, so that the full and perky teen breast unravelled like orange peel! A nick to the artery in her inner thigh meant that she was dead long before the hooks gave way and was therefore available to take her place on her designated cross.

Of course between the second and third shows, Mr Goode had brought more refreshments to her dressing room and helped her unwind from the excitement, adrenaline and arousal of the previous performance. While it was pretty clear to the other teachers and parents working the barbecue what was going on during his prolonged absences, circumstances dictated that a blind eye be turned. He had explained to Skye, however, that once things were back to normal at school on Monday, neither of them would be able to acknowledge what had happened between them. Skye’s parents had attended the final performance as a show of support but had been persuaded to leave with the rest of the audience and to allow Mr Goode to drive her home a little later once she had showered, eaten and got back into her normal clothes as well as joining in the debrief with the rest of volunteers, or the surviving ones at least. Of course she had encouraged him to pull into the by then very empty supermarket carpark not too far from the school and had her wicked way with him once more before he dropped her home. Having an intuitive understanding of her daughter’s needs but the need to maintain a front of propriety, Skye’s mum, having invited the teacher in for a cup of tea as a thank you for his kindness of giving the lift, asked if he would be interested in offering private tutoring sessions at his house in the up-coming school holidays – something she assured him her little girl would look forward to immensely! It had not taken a whole lot of arm-twisting for him to agree!

Having got home so late on Saturday night, Skye had spent most of the next day on her bed, in her cosy pyjamas and slippers, watching old horror movies and making drawings inspired by the previous night’s executions. Occasionally she would set her drawing pad down and remember those in between shower sessions with her handsome teacher. The soreness from the new experience made her no longer virgin pussy a little sensitive to touch, painful even, but it was so worth it as she remembered the feeling of having him inside her while he held her up under the wonderfully warm water and kissed her neck, his beard tickling her shoulder and his strong hands under her backside, supporting her with her back pressed against the tiled wall.

After various messages from friends, she was pleased to see that photos and videos of the executions taken by the audience members had been uploaded to various popular websites and were proving to be quite a hit! She was certainly glad that she had gone for a fresh outfit and makeup between each show and not relied on the one to last all the way through. Although the combined in-person audience had numbered less than one hundred, it was clear that her performance, or parts of it at least, was going to be seen by thousands, if not millions!

The next morning, on her way to school, dressed once again in her formal and far more modest school uniform, Skye was delighted to see the corpses of those she had helped to execute displayed in various ways near to the schools from which they came. It felt like something of a community art project and she was happy to have been a part of it.

There were of course lots of expressions of appreciation and congratulations when she arrived at school. Despite only being in Year 8, she was, for that one day at least, the school’s superstar! As she signed autographs for and posed for selfies with several of her fellow pupils, her friend Valentine rushed up and hugged her.

“Hey Mistress!” she giggled, “How’s internet stardom treating you?”

“Pretty good!” she chuckled. “I’ve got the fame, now when do I get the fortune?”

“Well I have got an offer for you, if you’re up for it?” Valentine asked, her green eyes sparkling. “Well, from my parents really!”

“Oh?” Skye was intrigued. “What is it?”

“Well,” she slipped her arm through Skye’s as they wandered the playground, waiting for the bell to signal the start of the school day, “you know how my parents are having that big party for their wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks?”

“Yup!” Skye grinned, “And you’re spit-roasting for them!”

“Right!” Valentine was happy that her friend remembered her coming big day. “Well anyway, they’ve now decided they want some extra entertainment and asked me to ask if you’d come and snuff my brother for them in some creative way? They’re happy to pay you a hundred pounds and you’d get a slice or two of my ass!”

“Wow! What a deal!” The young girl was genuinely shocked about the amount of money on offer and very happy to think she would get to taste her friend’s meat. The job on offer was also tempting! Valentine’s brother Marius was a little less than two years older than them and in Year 10. He was sporty, handsome and popular – having him at her mercy would be quite the treat!”

“In in!” she beamed. “But is your brother up for it? I’d better have help if he’s going to need restraining! Plus I don’t think I could kill someone begging for mercy, for real I mean.”

“Oh no he’s more than up for it!” laughed Valentina reassuringly. “In fact, want to know what he said when he saw your video?” She put her hand to her mouth, giggling at the amusing memory, blushing a little.

“Go on?” Skye blushed a little too, very intrigued but imagining what kind of comment that teenage boy might have made about her in any of her Executioner’s uniforms.”

“He said...” Valentina stifled a giggle once more, “He said, ‘She can crush my bollocks with her heel or cut of my cock any time she likes!’”

“Oh!” Skye put her own hand to her mouth and blushed a little deeper while giggling. “Well far be it from me to disappoint him! Tell your parents I’m in!”

At registration not long after, it was a little strange to see Dinah’s normal chair empty. Skye knew how much she had been looking forward to her death and it certainly had been a spectacular one that everyone who witnessed it, in person or online, would remember for a long time. Heck, she had even passed her friend’s rotting corpse on the way in that morning. Yet somehow, seeing the empty chair there made it hit home that her the girl with whom she had planned and plotted so much since they were small was really gone and not coming back.

She did not have much time to feel sad, however, as when she was standing up to leave for her first lesson of the day, her form tutor, Mrs Franklin, called her aside.

“The Head has asked to see you in her office.” the kindly middle-aged teacher explained. “Apparently she has something she needs to discuss with you.”

Very intrigued now, Skye turned left into the corridor while the rest of her classmates turned right. Less than two minutes later she was outside the Head Teacher’s office, breathing quite heavily. Was she in some sort of trouble? She didn’t see how she could be. Still, being summoned like this was always a little nerve-wracking! She knocked on the door, waited, then, when summoned, went in.

To be continued...

-03:00-
Garajımda robotum üzerinde çalışıyordum,karım onla uğraşmamı getirmemi pek sevmezdi fakat bu şey tamamlandığında baya müthiş olacaktı,sanki ilk aşkımmış bu metal yığını,ara sıra onunla konuşurdum o doğal olarak hiç cevap vermezdi,yakında bu değişecekti,robotu yapmanın en zorlu yanı yarı biyonik yarı elektronik olduğu için bazı elektronik parçaları ve organları satın almak oldukça zaman aldı,bir yıl uğraşımın ödülünü yarın alacaktım,sonunda çalışacaktı.Üstünü beyaz bir bezle örtüp yatmaya gittim aslında yatmak istemiyordum,sadece karımın avazı çıktığı kadar bağırmasından hoşlanmıyordum.

-12:00-
Gözlerimi açtım yatakta karım yoktu,hiç böyle erken kalmazdı.Genellikle haftasonları akşama kadar uyurdu,burnuma omlet kokusu geldi,yataktan kalkıp mutfağa girdim,karım kahvaltıyı hazırlıyordu,ona günaydın diyip garaja girdim,fakat robotum burda yoktu sadece üzerine örtüğüm beyaz örtü katlanmış şekilde masanın üzerindeydi.Ayrıca örtünün üzerinde bir not vardı;

"çabaların için teşekkürler sevgilim "
Arkamdan birisi şöyle seslendi
"Sanırsam beni arıyorsun"
Arkamı döndüm ve karımı gördüm

"Hayır seni aramıyorum"
"Peki kimi"
"Robotu"
"Tam karşında duruyor"
"Sen neden bahsediyorsun ?"
"sadece yeni bir elbise giydim yani ona yakın birşey"

-Bir yıl önce-
Garip şekilde işe giderken hasar görmüş halde bir robot bulmuştum eve götürüp tamir etmeye çalıştım saat gece 2 olacaktı,artık yatmalıydım,yatak odama doğru ilerledim,karım uyuyordu,onun en çok sevdiğim hali uyurkenki haliydi,sanki sihirli bir şekilde ağzı kapanıyordu,yatağa girdim ve ışığı kapattım.

-XX:XX-
>duvarlar kıpkırmızı
>karakterin karşısında aynı kendisine benzeyen bir insan var
>gülüyor
>neden gülüyorsun ?
>kabul et
>neyi
>onu

>>>karakter ayılır veya uyanır<<<

-3:10-
"Tatlım sonunda uyanmana sevindim bu arada sakın banyoya gitme şimdi baktımda orayı daha temizlememişim"

>>>karakter bayılır veya uyur<<<

-6:00-
"hadi kalk bir ses duydum"
"muhtemelen rüzgardır"
"hayır rüzgara benzemiyordu sanki birisi evin içinde geziniyor senin kalkacağın yok öyle olsun !!! ben tek başıma gidiyorum"

-6:10-
banyonun aydılandı
kalbe girdi bıçak
saniyesinde öldü
avcı avı soydu

aslında önemli olan deri
et değil
o yüzden kullandı bıçakları
en incesinden

önce uzuvlar
sonra gövde
en son kafa
çünkü baya dikkat gerektiriyor

küvetteki av
derisiz bir et artık
avcı için zaman geldi
deriyi giymenin

avcı ava son bir kez baktı
küvetin perdesini çekti
yeni elbisesinin ona ne kadar
yakıştığına bakmak için ayna karşısına geçti

eski sahibinden daha çok yakıştı
muhtemelen yağlarıda çıkarttığı için
belki bir kaç kesik vardı bu yüzden
fakat güzel bir elbiseyi küçük kusurlardan ötürü atmak ziyan olurdu

hemde sevdiğin kişi o elbiseyi seviyorsa
ancak etlerden kurtulması gerekiyordu
bunu şu anlık unuttu
aynada kendine bakıp durdu elbise cidden güzeldi

DEVAM EDECEK

Been working on this for a while, and since I finished a new chapter today I might as well post it here too.

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"Do you really think we'll lose this game too?" Rebecka said, adjusting the fit of the black sports bra clinging to her developing chest.

"Well, given how we've performed so far it wouldn't surprise me," Katie, team captain of "Katie's Kitties" answered.

"So we'll all be meat in a few hours?" Anna said, unable to hide her excitement. The petite blonde had come up with the idea to enter the tournament in the first place, and as the games progressed her intentions for doing so were becoming increasingly clear.

At first glance this volleyball tournament seemed like any other, with volunteer teams from schools in the local area competing in different age groupings. The girls of Katie's Kitties were completing their last year of middle school. Unlike ordinary tournaments though, the focus was not solely on the winning team, but the losers got equal attention. The losing team would, after the conclusion of the final match, be stripped of their clothes and cooked on the spot, to be served as food to the other tournament participants and the audience.

Making up the Kitties were six girls: Katie, Chloe, Anna, Rebecka, Grace and Naomi, and they were playing the final, losing match. From the wardrobe they could hear the din of the crowd forming in the arena. The losing match rivaled the finals in popularity, and no one would want to miss the aftermath where the girls would be prepared in front of the audience.

The match would start in a few minutes, and it was time for the girls to find their places out on the court. Katie took a glance at her team and found two girls missing, but the lewd sounds escaping from the bathroom door gave her a good idea of where to find them and what they were currently up to.

"You guys done in there?" Katie asked after knocking politely.

"Just .. a second!" Grace, a curvy, dark skinned girl uttered while breathing heavily, by the sound of it very close to hitting a climax. Naomi, a pale, redheaded girl didn't answer, probably too busy burying her tongue in Grace's pussy.

"Just finish up quickly, will you? The game is about to start!" Katie said and left the girls to finish up. In her experience they would most likely show up to the game at the last possible second, but in return the two nymphos would enjoy the advantage of being thoroughly warmed up.

The team eventually found their places on the court and greeted the opposing team. Grace and Naomi, the latter's pale skin still blushing from arousal, came darting from the wardrobe a few seconds before the game started. After taking a last look to make sure everything was in order, the judge blew his whistle and the match started.

Katie had the first serve. She focused for a second, imagining the path the of the ball, before she threw the ball into the air and slammed it hard. The ball flew over the net straight towards where she had aimed, between the two leftmost players on the back row. It was a difficult ball to catch, but the other team reacted quickly, the girl in the middle stepped into position to receive it and the ball landed perfectly in her arms. It bounced into the air towards the front player on the left, who sat it up for the player in the middle to smack it over the net. She did exactly that, but Naomi, having a keen eye for the game, had foreseen the maneuver and was there to block the ball. It bounced right off her arms and down towards the floor. The other team couldn't react quickly enough, and the ball hit the floor, scoring Katie's Kitties their first point. The girls cheered and gave each other high fives before changing positions and continuing the game.

The rest of the first set continued to go well, and the girls won by a solid margin. After a brief pause it was time for the second set, but something seemed to have changed on the opposing team. The opponents played with a newfound determination, and Katie couldn't help notice that some of the girls seemed very intent on not losing. Despite their best efforts, Katie's team of sporty teens ended up losing the set with the least possible margin of one point. With the game tied the team captain gathered her players for a pep-talk before the final, decisive round. The girls all stood around her in a small circle and listened intently on what she had to say.

"Are you with me, girls?" Katie yelled a short while after, and the girls responded with an enthusiastic, unison "Yeah!" before they ran to their positions, ready for the final set.

It was Katie's turn to serve again and she aimed at the same spot as before. The girl in the middle received it in the same manner and set the ball up for the player next to her to smash it over the net. This time however, Naomi didn't even try to block and decided to stay perfectly still. The ball went towards Anna, who looked like she was going to receive it, but she suddenly changed her position at the last moment. The ball hit her arms and bounced directly left, landing outside of the line, scoring a point for the other team.

"Oops!" she laughed. "I must have slippery arms today!"

Puzzled expressions appeared on some of the onlookers, wondering what the girls were up to. The other team had the next serve, and Katie deliberately bounced the ball right into the net, scoring another point for the other team as soon as it hit the floor.

"Oh no!" she cried in mock disappointment, the wide grin on her face giving her true feelings away. The audience heard her remark and saw how the team members smiled and giggled. They began realizing what was happening and started cheering the Kitties, or rather against, as the audience would roar in joy every time a point was scored against them. The rest of the match played out in only a few minutes, as the ball would only pass the net once per round, always landing on Katie's side. In fact, the Kitties didn't score a single point during the whole set as they tried to find creative ways of how to mess up and score points against themselves.

When the judge blew his whistle signalling the end of the match and the loss of the Kitties, they celebrated, hugging and congratulating each other on their newfound status as meat girls. A little swarm of assistants and technicians clad in black work clothes appeared in the arena, clearing away the sport equipment to make room for the ceremony which was about to happen, where the girls that had 'lost' would be slaughtered or cook alive on after the other, giving the audience the maximum amount of entertainment in the process.

It was a mix of naivete and booze that lead to Dr. April Pritchard letting her guard down at the bar.
The hitman was attractive, charming, and had been feeling her up for the entire night, and the runaway bio-chem researcher, thinking that NeuvoDyn's corporate hunters wouldnt reach into the deep heartlands of the Midwest, had no clue that she was face to face with a highly trained and weaponized killer. So she chattered and laughed and downed 3 or 4 bottles of beer, then drunkenly invited the man to her motel room for a one night stand.

The hitman loved dealing with civilian targets, they were never as paranoid as the usual ex-military or criminals that were his usual bread and butter. As his eyes wandered over the sweaty and well shaped body of Dr. Pritchard, he decided that playing with his prey wouldnt hurt anyone.

She stripped and flopped down on the bed, turning over and spreading her legs, her pussy already moist in anticipation. The hitman undid his pants and grabbed her soft, plump thighs, inserting his erect PENIS with a grunt. April gasped, and grabbed the bedsheets as he began to pound away. The man leaned over and suckled her nipple, increasing his tempo.
The good Dr. locked her legs around the hitman and pulled him in for a kiss, their lips locking. He tasted her tongue, the scent of cheap beer and cheap perfume in his nostrils.

Finally, he came, blasting cum deep into her womb.

The woman fell back, breathless and slick with sweat, her sizable breasts heaving. She rolled over on her side to grab her glasses, and it was at this point that the hitman struck. He grabbed her head and placed his muscular arms around her neck. "Dr. Pritchard, you've been a naughty girl", he whispered in her ear.

"W-wait, dont kill me, I've got money, I can pa-"

He twisted her head around with a lightning quick motion. There was a sickening crunch as April Pritchard's cervical vertebrae separated internally, cutting off her brain from the rest of her body. The curvy scientist spasmed once, then went limp, her purple eyes rolling up, a final gasp slipping through her full lips as her brilliant mind went dark.

He let go, and she collapsed forward, her plump ass jiggling as her face dropped into a pillow. The acrid scent of urine wafted up as her bladder emptied 4 beers worth of piss into the mattress.

The hitman left her cooling corpse in the room to be discovered by the motel staff the next day.

You travel down the street and into the center of town where a large stage has been erected. A man dressed in shining chainmail stands on top; his face obscured by a brilliant helm with flowing white mane and tail. He is surrounded by bodyguards with long halberds at their hands.
he raises an axe and chops off a maidens head in the center of the square. The crowd goes wild!
Another hero! You cheer as you've been trained to do. The new king will be chosen at the end of this ceremony, and you wonder who it will be this time.
The hero raises his axe and smashes it into the stage, creating a deep crater. He pulls the axe out of the stage, and addresses the crowd.
"That is how you choose a hero! A true hero does not wait for his kingdom to acclaim him! He takes up the sword and proclaims his valor for all to see!"
He swings the axe into the stage again and again. Finally, a young woman dashes out from behind the curtain. You gasp in surprise as she is revealed to be princess Catia of Nobeese. She is a maiden who is so beautiful that it seems unreal. She is dressed in an elegant blue dress and her long golden hair is tied up into a bun.
"I am a true princess!"
"And you shall die like one" The knight yells as he smashes the axe into her. You try to scream but can't find the breath. One by one, the other girls that were hidden behind the curtain are revealed. They are all gruesomely injured. Some have missing limbs, others have their skulls caved in or their faces disfigured beyond recognition. You scream for help, but no one comes. This is just something that happens in this kingdom.
The girls are thrown over the knight's shoulder like sacks of potatoes and he returns to his palace.
You scream for Catia, but no one comes. She is dead and will never get up and dance with you. You scream in frustration and punch the stone floor. You crouch down and decide to make a run for it. If you can outrun them, maybe you can find help. You break into a cold sweat when you remember where the arrow is in your chest. You have no arrows left and you're not sure if you'd be fast enough to get across the square before they catch up to you.
You're about to try when you hear the crunch of gravel. The knight has returned without the girls. The crowd begins to cheer as he approaches the stage.
"Perhaps you are too nice a girl to sacrifice today. I shall keep you as my own."
He tosses the princess over his shoulder, and the crowd goes wild.
"Huzzah! I am the greatest hero of them all!"

Is this on topic?

allegedly real:
https://closeronline.co.uk/real-life/news/daughter-killed-eaten-cannibals/
https://brobible.com/life/article/cannibals-killing-woman-cooking-serving-party/
https://allthatsinteresting.com/james-jameson-cannibal

fake:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78797488
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78910407

==Birthday Killer I==

drowning, choking, f-masturbation, yuri, rape, teen, piss


There was no key under the welcome mat. Jana said there would be one, that they always left one under the mat for their daughter when she got home. It wasn’t there. Maybe it was under that flower pot?

Emma looked and huffed when the pavement underneath was bare. “Fucking Jana can’t gather intel for shit.” It might be in the dirt, but she wasn’t about to tear up the porch looking for the damned thing.

She pulled a paperclip out of her purse, unraveled it, and stuck it in the keyhole. Something clicked and she turned the knob. Emma cracked the door open and slipped in, closing it behind her.

“James?” A voice yelled around the corner.

Emma jumped and slammed the door. Why was there someone here? Jana said everyone would be at school or work. Maybe Lily got sick?

“James? What are you doing home so early?”

Emma crossed the living room.

“I hope you didn’t get—” An Asian woman at the corner. A glass fell from her hand and shattered, sending shards of glass and tea everywhere.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

The woman’s eyes bulged. “I’m supposed to be here. Who the fuck are you—”

She screamed as Emma rushed across the room and grabbed her by the waist. Her screams were muffled as Emma covered her mouth.

“Why the fuck did you have to be here?”

Emma dragged the woman into the kitchen as she tried to pull her hands off. Emma grabbed a stopper off the counter and threw it into the drain, then turned the water on. The woman jerked, Emma tightened her grip.

“I’m really sorry about this,” Emma whispered and caressed her long black hair, “but you can’t be allowed to interfere with my mission.”

She turned off the faucet as it reached the brim. Steam rose out of the water. Emma stuck her hand in the water and pulled back, yelling.

“Shit! Should’ve paid attention to which knob I was turning. I am definitely sorry about this, but this is gonna hurt me too.”

The woman screamed and thrashed as Emma shoved her head into the water. Her muffled screams continued underwater. Emma gnashed and gritted her teeth as the water soaked through her sleeves and scalded her hands. Water sloshed over the counters as the woman flailed. She scratched Emma’s arms as she dug her hand into her hair and forced her to the bottom of the sink.

Emma slipped a hand down the woman’s shorts, “Shh! Don’t fight it.” Emma rubbed her vulva through the fabric until her crotch was slick. Her kicking slowed and stopped. Her hands slid down Emma’s arm and flopped to her sides, dangling from the sink as the woman twitched. Her body shuttered. Emma jerked her hand back as piss soaked through the woman’s panties and shorts, and streamed down her legs.

Emma held her underwater for another minute. She pulled her head out. Blisters cratered her reddened face as columns of steam rising to the ceiling. Vacant brown eyes stared back, her mouth hung open. Emma dropped the corpse on the floor and pulled her by ankle into the hallway.

“Now, if I were the bedroom of an eighteen-year-old, what would I look like?” The first room was painted black with Transformers and Warhammer posters. Lily was supposed to be into girly things.

The next door led to a bathroom.

She opened the third door and entered a pink room. A Sailor Moon spread covered the bed, a dozen stuffed animals laid at the foot. Posters of Edward Cullen and Justin Bieber lined the walls. Emma gagged. This shit’s still a thing? A pink laptop with Hello Kitty stickers sat on the desk.

She dragged the woman across the room and opened the closet door. Another pile of stuffed animals covered the floor. Emma snickered at the pink vibrator sitting on the second shelf.

“This is our stop, babe.” She lugged her into the closet and sat down next to her. “And let’s get you out of those filthy shorts.” Emma pulled off her shorts and tossed them on the top shelf, then tore off her panties and threw the shreds everywhere. Emma shut the closet. She sat and pulled the woman’s pussy to her mouth. She spread her labia and started licking.
It was almost three thirty. Miss Priebe droned on about the Year of the Five Emperors. Breanna, a pink-haired Asian in a cheerleader uniform, yawned every few minutes, and tapped on the desk in between. Each minute lasted an eternity. Two more minutes... one minute… thirty seconds… fifteen seconds… ten seconds... five… one… the bell rang.

“Remember to read up on the Severan Dynasty!” Priebe shouted as her students grabbed their stuff and scurried out of the room.

Breanna pushed her way through two girls holding hands, ran through the crowded halls, and burst through the front doors. She crossed the street to the parking lot. Her friends were standing around her Kia. Lois pointed as she approached. Jasmine and Lily looked up and waved. Breanna smiled and waved back. She high-fived Lois and Jasmine. Lily started to frown when Breanna didn’t do the same for her, then Breanna threw her arms around her.

“Happy birthday!”

“You just now remembered it was my birthday?”

“No. I just wanted to wait to do it in person, with it being your sweet eighteen and all.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. I assume you’re still going to come to my party?”

“Of course I am,” she shrugged, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Jasmine smiled. “Good, cause Lois needs a ride. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Jasmine’s riding with me and I’m going to have a lot of stuff in the back before I get home.”

“She can ride with me,” Breanna hugged Lois.

“Thank you!” Lily kissed Breanna and grabbed Jasmine’s arm. They made their way to Lily’s car as Breanna opened the door.

“Now, I gotta go home and change and take a quick shower.”

“That’s fine, Lily lives across the street anyways.” Lois adjusted her skirt and glasses as she hopped in. “Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”
Breanna pulled into the driveway and hopped out.

She ducked her head back in. “If you want you can come in and hang out while I get changed. It’ll be lonely at Lily’s house right now, knowing how long they take at the store, and it’ll be just me and you.”

“Eh, I think I’ll wait at Lily’s house. I’m sure Robert would appreciate my help.”

If by help she meant walking around and in those booty shorts as he stared at her smooth, chocolatey, thighs, while trying to hide an erection, then, yeah, he’d appreciate it. She was going to wear her favorite miniskirt and a crop top, so she really couldn’t judge. “Alright, then. Tell them I’ll be over shortly.”

Lois climbed and went across the street as Breanna made her way into the house. The door was unlocked, and she didn’t have to dig the key out of her backpack.

“Mom,” she yelled, “I’m home!” Nobody answered. “Mom? Are you…” She stopped in the kitchen.

The floor was soaked with piss. Kai laid on the counter drinking from a sink filled to the brim. “I guess Mom forgot to let you out?” The cat purred as Breanna scratched her ears and jumped off. She mopped the floor and pulled the stopper out of the sink, then opened the back door for Kai. She grabbed a banana from the fridge and headed to her room.

“Mom!” She called down the hall.

When she didn’t answer Breanna pulled the door shut and locked it. She threw her bag on the floor, pulled her skirt down to her knees and let it fall to her ankles as she plopped on the bed, grabbing a pair of scissors off the nightstand and placing them by her pillow. Breanna pulled her panties off and laid back. She wrapped them around her throat, tightening them until she started to gag, then looped the straps over a pair of hooks on the wall. Breanna shivered as she slid the banana into her pussy. She thrust in and out, coating the fruit in her slime, and rubbed her mound. She pulled her head forward as the panties tightened. She pushed the banana deeper. Her thighs clenched.

The closet door burst open. Breanna tried to scream as her mother tumbled out and land sprawled out on the floor, looking at her with glossy eyes as her tongue lolled from her mouth, but she only got a short squeak. She was naked from the waist down. A blonde woman crawled out. Breanna’s eyes swelled. She reached for the scissors, the woman pounced onto the bed. Breanna grunted as her knee landed into her stomach. She grabbed her arms and pinned them to the bed, knocking the scissors off.

“Who the fuck are you? Where is Lily?”

Breanna coughed and gagged. The woman pushed her head back and pulled the panties away from her throat. Breanna gasped and her chest heaved. The woman leaned over until her breathing slowed.

“Now, where is Lily?”

“Sh-she’s at the store with one of her friends.”

“Do you have any idea as to when she’ll be back?”

Breanna shook her head. “She’s going to her house. The party’s at her place.”

The woman tilted her head. “What do you mean? This isn’t her place?”

“Uh, no. She lives across … why are you here? What did you do to my mom?”

The woman closed her eyes. “She’s dead. I’m sorry.”

Breanna’s heart lurched. She couldn’t be dead. “Mom!” She screamed. “Mom! Mo-aughaugh!” Breanna gagged and spit as the woman yanked her panties until the fabric dug into her throat.

“I’m really sorry about this. My stupid partner gave me the wrong address. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but I can’t risk having you fuck up my plans any more than they’ve already been fucked.”

Breanna punched at the woman’s breasts trying to push her off. She leaned in and tightened the grip on Breanna’s panties. She grabbed at her arms, but they wouldn’t budge. This was it. Breanna was going to die. This woman was going to kill her. What could she have done for this woman to want her dead? Tears blurred her vision. She just wanted to relax in her own bedroom and go to her friend’s birthday party, and this woman wanted to kill her for it. No, she wanted to kill Lily. Someone needed to tell Lily. She clawed at the woman’s face, kicked, and thrashed her head. The woman tightened her grip, forcing Breanna’s tongue out of her mouth.

“Just let it go. It’s going to happen, the longer you fight the longer it’ll hurt.”

Let her life go? Just a month after entering adulthood? Two weeks from graduating high school? Her life just started. Someone would save her, someone had to save her. Mom needed to wake up, she couldn’t be dead, she had to wake up and save her only daughter. She needed to hurry, Breanna’s chest and throat were burning. Why did Dad have to work so late? What about Ryan? He was probably in his room, all he needed to do was hear her choking and… no! The woman would kill him, too. Breanna raised her arm to swipe at her face and just swatted air as if she swung a ton of bricks. The room whirled around her, the bed seemed to float. Chills spread up her legs and arms. Everything was becoming darker. Maybe giving up wasn’t so bad? Nobody was going to save her, but she could save Ryan by letting it go. The pain would stop. But she didn’t want to let it go. Who would warn Lily? What about Lois? She closed her eyes and floated into darkness.
The teen’s eyes drooped and closed. Drool rolled off her tongue and down her cheeks. Emma dug her knees into her stomach and tugged on the panties as her head lolled to the side, and held her position for another ten minutes as the teen’s twitching slowed and stopped. She let go and felt for a pulse. There was none.

Emma kissed the girl on the forehead. “I’m really sorry about this, love.” She climbed off the bed. Between her legs a giant puddle of piss soaked into the bedspread.

“I’ll put your mother with you.” Emma grabbed her mom’s body and heaved onto the bed.

These women didn’t need to die. She was going to have Jana’s head for this fuck up, but she needed to finish the job first. The girl said Lily was across something, and that something better be the street.

She started to leave when a door opened and shut in the hallway, followed by the tapping of feet down the hall. There was no reason to kill another person in this house. Emma opened the window and climbed out.

I had this idea on my head for a while (more of a scene, really) and as I waited for someone to finish proofreading the prequel to The Farm, I started working on it and it soon became this.

Let me know what you think!

Also, on a personal note, this may (or may not) be my last story for a while, as I really have to dedicate more time to my real work. I recently quit my job to become independent, but writing is taking a lot of time, so I think I will have to quit, at least for a while until I get my own business moving...

----

Nina and I were laying on the lower sundeck, just enjoying ourselves near the water. The sky was perfectly clear and the day was warm, without being too hot, which was all the better for me.

The ship was at anchor, near Fonualei, in Tonga, a small island chain in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. If you ever search tropical paradise on Google, this would probably be the first result as the place is filled with uninhabited islands, coconut trees and coral reefs, and the water is so clear it almost looks like a pool sometimes.

We had gotten there after 3 weeks at sea, and I was glad for that passage to be over. The sea had been very rough, and I spent most of the time either seasick or struggling to remain upright as the boat shock all around us.

It was my first ocean passage, and my first ship too, so I had been pretty nervous about it, but now that it was over were allowed to relax, if only in the afternoons after all our work was done.

The rest of the crew were in the water, just swimming around the stern of the ship. They were the deckhands and the engineers, and as they did they kept looking at us while they talked among themselves

Nina and I were the only two women on board, and that meant that we were the center of their attention, which made me very uncomfortable.

I wasn't wearing anything revealing. I had my old blue one-piece swimsuit, the one I had worn during my time in high school, but it didn't seem to matter.

Nina, on the other hand, was wearing a small black bikini that left little to the imagination. She was older and taller than me, with skin the color of dark chocolate and short curly hair. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but she had long beautiful legs and full hips that I envied.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked her.

Without bothering to turn towards me, she nodded.

She was lying on a lounge chair just like me, but there was something in the way she was splayed that made me uncomfortable.

Unlike me, she seemed to enjoy the attention of the other men, and sometimes I thought she was even looking for it by the way she behaved.

"I... feel unprepared..." I said meekly.

She remained quiet for a few seconds, and then she pushed herself up onto her elbows and she looked at me from behind her sunglass.

"Unprepared for what? Cleaning bathrooms, doing beds? Serving them their food?" she said sarcastically as she smiled darkly.

Feeling embarrassed, I nodded slowly. I knew it sounded stupid if you said it like that, but I couldn't help but feel that way.

Nina chuckled softly and then she laid back once more.

"Look, relax okay... your job is easy, just be there, do what you are told, pay attention to the details, and just try to be invisible. That's all..." she said.

I nodded slowly, as it was more or less what I had been taught by the agency that hired me back on land, but I was still nervous.

Nina was the chef, and I knew she had worked on the ship since it was launched, almost 6 years ago. I had seen her work before, and she was a professional. In the galley she would work like a maniac, doing so many things at the same time that it made me dizzy, only to end up with a dish that made your mouth water just by looking at it.

I, on the other hand, was a stewardess, and as she had said, my job was to keep everything clean and ordered, to serve the owner and its guests, and otherwise to disappear so as not to bother them.

It was actually a lot of work, and one thing I learned early on was the importance of managing my time well, as otherwise I would always get behind on my chores and be forced to work after hours to catch up.

There were perks, of course. When the owner wasn't on board we were able to relax a little and even use some of the amenities in the ship, just like we were doing now.

"Just relax..." Nina said, sounding a little exasperated.

I nodded once, though she wasn't looking at me, and then I stood up.

"I am going swimming." I said to her.

A moment later she turned to look at me and she pulled her sunglasses down onto her nose as she looked into my eyes.

"You sure like swimming..." she said, almost mocking me, though I knew she was just playing.

And I did like the water, more so than anything else. I had been swimming since I could remember and every summer my parents rented a little cabin near a lake, and I would spend all day in the water, coming out all wrinkled and tired only when it was time to have dinner.

"It relaxes me." I said a moment later, looking towards the sea.

"It scares the shit out of me, though... survival school was the most horrible thing I ever did..." she said a moment later as she shuddered.

And as she did, her body exploded in goosebumps and I could see her licking her lips nervously.

Survival school was mandatory for the crew. It was supposed to teach you how to survive if the ship ever went down, but the exercises you did in the pool could get rough, and there were a couple of times in the wave pool where I got really nervous.

It hadn't been anything traumatic for me, though, but Nina told me it had been very hard for her and that she almost failed it.

Not really knowing what to say, I waited until Nina laid back down and then I headed towards the edge.

The moment I did, all the deckhands looked at me, making me feel uncomfortable once more. I did my best to ignore their gaze and instead I looked into the water.

Before we arrived here, I had never seen water so clear in my life, and though the bottom was a good 20 feet below me, I could see a few fish swimming along the sand in perfect detail.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I dived into the water, sinking as deep as I could before I started swimming downwards. I had no trouble holding my breath for a few minutes, so I made it to the bottom and I sat cross-legged on the sand, almost as if I were meditating.

Around me, I could see an endless bottom of white sand, a few rocks scattered around, and countless fish just swimming peacefully. The water was perfectly still and after I settled down, some of the fish swam closer to me, until I could see their colorful scales shining under the sunlight.

Looking up I saw the ship, looking impossibly big as it floated peacefully on the surface. The sun, shining almost directly above us, cast rays of light around it, and near it the rest of the crew threaded on the surface.

I stayed like that for a while, just looking around and enjoying a deep sense of peace, and not for the first time I wished I could have stayed like that forever.

But by then my lungs were starting to burn and I had to fight the urge to breathe.

As I wondered what it would feel to one day give in to that urge, a shudder ran down my back. Pushing the idea away, I calmly stood up, pushing my legs against the bottom as I shot upwards, swimming swiftly up until I reached the surface and then I took a long, deep breath.

Threading the water, I stood near the side of the ship as I caught my breath back. And then, just as I remembered the feeling of not being able to breathe, I started trembling softly. Once more, I pushed the thought away, and instead I looked up at the looming side of the boat before I started swimming towards the bow.

I needed to clear my mind, I thought, so once I got there I kept swimming, doing laps around the ship until the sun started to set.

It was time to get out, I thought as I realized how late it was. I was alone in the water by then, and as I reluctantly climbed onto the ship, I looked around the empty sundeck and then back at the water, and I wished I could go back.

----

After wrapping myself in a towel, I made myself towards my cabin but Nina found me first, telling me that the captain wanted to see us.

I wanted to go into my room to change first but she said there was no time. Reluctantly, I followed her along the internal passageways of the ship until we arrived at the bridge.

The helmsman on guard, probably bored out of his mind by then, looked at me with a smirk as I tightened the towel around my body, but the captain ignored him, looking at the two of us instead.

"I just got a call from the owner, he is on his way. He should be arriving tomorrow afternoon with another two guests. He requested the crew to be dismissed, for privacy reasons, but of course the two of you will be staying, along with myself." he said.

I frowned, as I had never heard of anything like that, but I was new on the ship and though I wanted to ask him if that was common, I didn't.

Next to me, Nina was nodding quietly before she looked at the captain.

"Did he mention anything specific about the meals, sir?" she finally asked.

But the captain shook his head before he ran his hand along his graying hair.

"No, I assume the usual, you know what he likes more than I do," he said, sounding somewhat annoyed. "He didn't say much, as usual, but he did say he planned to stay no more than two weeks, so plan accordingly and let me know if we need to bring any provisions. The helicopter can bring them in along with him."

Nina nodded once more before she bit her lower lip.

"Did he, by any chance, mention anything else, sir?" she asked as she looked at me.

The captain gave her a dark smile, and then he shrugged.

"No, but knowing him I wouldn't discount it. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you..." he said a moment later as he looked at me.

I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and as I nervously fidgeted with my hands behind my back, I wished that he would dismiss us.

"I imagine you already know what to do, but since it's the first time he is here since you arrived, I want you to pay special attention to the cleanliness of his cabin. Don't talk to him unless he talks to you first, always do what he tells you to do, and just... don't cause any trouble, okay?" he said sounding tired.

"Of course, sir." I said, trying not to sound nervous, and failing miserably at it.

"I will get his cabin ready first thing in the morning, along with two guest rooms, sir." I added a moment later.

The captain nodded slowly, and then he looked into my eyes.

"Remember to unpack his luggage when he arrives. One of the deckhands will take it into his cabin, but you will have to unpack it, okay?"

"Yes, sir." I answered.

A moment later he waved his hand towards the door and Nina headed out of the bridge without waiting for me.

I ran after her as fast as I could and I managed to catch up with her by the stairs, but she didn't look at me though, and instead she kept walking.

"Hey, I... I was wondering if its normal for him to dismiss the crew like that..." I finally asked her as I did my best to keep up with her pace.

Nina suddenly stopped, so fast that I almost ran into her. Then she turned around, looking both annoyed and worried at the same time.

"Look, Alexei is... eccentric, but he is not a bad person. Just do your job, pay attention to the little details because he will and sometimes he has a short temper, and... just... don't get involved with him, okay, he is your boss..." she said as she looked into my eyes.

Suddenly offended I took a step back.

"I... I know that... I would never..." I started before she waved her hand in my face.

"I know, it's just... he.... well, just keep what I said in mind, okay?" she said a moment later, looking frustrated.

After that she turned around and left, leaving me behind as I stood speechless and worried.

----

I woke up early the next day, but even as I made my way into the mess hall, I could see the rest of the crew already working. Nina was in a flurry of activity as she prepared for the arrival and the deckhands were giving the ship a deep cleaning.

After grabbing a toast, I went back to change into my uniform and then I headed into the main cabin. The place was huge and it would take me hours to clean it up. Then I would have to set up the bed and the couch, and all things that were stowed away when not in use.

By midday, I was exhausted but the main cabin was ready, though it had taken a lot longer than expected.

Before I left, I walked around it once more, checking every surface for dust and looking for anything else that caught my attention, but everything looked good so I went into the guest cabin.

That one was much smaller, but it still took me hours of work to finish.

Once it was ready, I was about to go prepare another guest room, when the captain found me and he told me it wouldn't be necessary.

Breathing a sigh of relief I looked around the finished guest room, expecting a compliment from him, but he just looked around, and then without another word, he left.

Disappointed, but finally free, I made my way into the upper sun deck and from there I watched the deckhands working.

They were just about finished cleaning, and now they were about to set the tender on the water, in case the owner wanted to use it.

It was strangely relaxing to see them working, but a moment after the boat touched the water the ship's intercom roared to life and the captain warned us the owner was on his way.

Suddenly worried, I ran towards my cabin and I changed into a fresh uniform, wishing I had time to take a shower but knowing I didn't. Instead, I stopped in the mirror to check my hair and my uniform.

Unlike the regular uniform which was a lot more relaxed and comfortable, now that the owner was here I had to wear the formal one. It was a navy blue dress, with a deep V neck and short sleeves. Black stockings and, fortunately, flat shoes, were required, and once I was ready I finished it by tying a white scarf loosely around my neck.

It was not as comfortable as the white shirt and blue shorts I was used to wearing, but it wasn't too bad either I thought.

Finally ready, I ran upstairs and onto the helipad.

Though relatively small by superyacht standards, the ship was big enough to have a helipad on the back. It was just another sundeck when the helicopter wasn't there, but now the deckhands had cleared it of any obstacles so that it could be used as a landing pad safely.

By the time I got there, most of the crew was already present, waiting in a line like sailors in the navy waiting for an inspection, which was more or less what was going to happen.

Taking my place next to Nina, I tried to mimic them and then I waited, though not for long.

A minute later the roar of the helicopter appeared in the distance, and soon we saw it.

It was painted red, and though it looked small at first, as it neared the ship I realized the true size of it. It came in fast, but as it approached the stern of the ship it slowed down until it was hovering.

The roar of the engine was deafening, and the wind was so strong that I thought it would blow me off the deck. Nina, standing next to me, was smiling as she squinted her eyes and a second later I saw her leaning into the wind.

Doing the same, I watched as it slowly moved forwards until it was just above the landing pad, and then it gracefully touched down.

A second later the engine started to slow down and the deafening roar became an ear-piercing whine as the turbine was turned off.

As one of the deckhands moved toward the helicopter I checked my dress, fearing the wind might have messed it up and then I stood at attention once more.

The deckhand opened the door, and a man came down. He was tall and muscular, with short brown hair and baby blue eyes. He was smiling charmingly and as he looked around the deck his eyes found mine and he chuckled softly.

He had a few grey hairs but he didn't look much older than 40 years old, and though I didn't realize it at first, he looked a lot like my dad, though much slimmer.

Behind him, a woman climbed off the helicopter with the help of the deckhand, and then she too looked at us.

She was much younger than him, with long black hair and a body full of curves. She was wearing a red dress, a red leather jacket, and high heels, not the most comfortable thing in this heat I thought, but she didn't seem to mind.

At first, I thought she might have been his daughter, but they looked nothing alike. The only other option that came to my mind was his girlfriend, and as I looked at her I wondered how old she was, as she looked a bit younger than me.

Hoping that she was at least 18 years old, I turned my attention to the man behind them.

He climbed the helicopter with practiced ease, and like the rest, he took looked at us.

He was a bit shorter than the owner and much thinner. His face looked almost gaunt and his skin was pale and waxy, making him look almost sick.

After a moment, he turned his attention towards the girl, wrapping his arm around her hip before he dragged her towards him, looking mildly annoyed with her.

She had been looking around with a face full of wonder, but as he pulled her against him, she lowered her head and stood meekly by his side.

A moment later the captain approached them and they shook hands. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but most of the crew took that as a cue to disappear below deck, though two of the deckhands started unloading the luggage from the helicopter.

Nina and I stayed, though, and the captain made his way towards us as the owner and his guest followed him.

"Nina!" he said, his voice full of joy. "I missed you, how have you been?"

Nina smiled wickedly towards him as she shook her head.

"I am doing fine, thank you, sir. And you and I know you only missed my cooking..." she said, her voice full of sarcasm.

Taken aback but her response, I waited for him to get angry but instead he started laughing out loud as he looked behind, towards his guest.

"I told you she was very... unique!" he said towards the man.

"When are you going to come with me to Moscow, Nina?" he said a moment later.

It was Nina who laughed now, and as I watched in amazement, she shook her head once more.

"Never, sir. I hate the cold... you know that... I much rather be here sweating than up there freezing my ass off..." she said as she smirked.

"You don't know what you are missing, Moscow is really a beautiful city. Maybe next time you will have changed your mind!" he said.

A moment later his eyes turned towards me and I felt my body exploding in goosebumps.

"And you must be Isabel, a pleasure to meet you." he said as he took my hand before he kissed it.

After kissing it, he looked into my eyes as he held my hand for longer than necessary. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but I remained quiet until he finally let me go.

"Welcome aboard, sir. I hope I can help you enjoy your stay." I said, trying not to stammer.

"I am sure you will. And call me Alexei, please. We will be spending a lot of time together, so relax." he said.

And as he did, I remembered Nina's words about not getting involved with him and I swallowed nervously.

"Allow me to introduce you to my business partner, Dimitry, though he prefers to be called Dima, and his lovely girlfriend, Sofia." he said as he swept his arms towards his guests.

"Welcome aboard, sir, miss." I said as I tried to calm down.

Dima's eyes were dark and small, and as he looked into mine he gave me a strange smile that made me shiver, and though he never said a word I felt deeply uncomfortable in his presence.

"Now... I know the ship already but they don't. Why don't you take them to their cabin and help them get settled in?" Alexei said.

I nodded quietly, and then I took a step towards the side.

"This way." I said, pointing towards the bow of the ship before I started walking.

Their cabin was just next to the helipad, under the main one. It was smaller, but not by much, and as we made our way in I saw Sofia's eyes widening as she realized the size of it.

Dima didn't seem to be impressed, though, and as I showed them around and told them how to get to the dining room, the lounge, and the sun decks, he seemed bored.

Once I was sure they knew how to get around, I went towards the closet and I started unpacking their luggage. There were three suitcases, one his, and one of the others was hers.

They hadn't packed much, which didn't surprise me in the case of Dima, but I had expected Sofia to bring more clothes. She brought only a couple of dresses, some underwear, and a few swimsuits, which seemed too little for two weeks.

Regardless, I finished unpacking the first two suitcases, and then I set the last one on top of a shelf before I opened it up.

As I pulled the lid up I was taken aback by what I saw. It was full of sex toys of all kinds and colors. Dildos, leather cuffs, ball gags, ropes, whips, and much more. I knew what it was, of course, but I wasn't expecting it and suddenly I didn't know what to do with it.

As I swallowed nervously, I decided to leave it like that, and just as I was to close the top a hand grabbed my wrist.

I jumped in fright as I hadn't heard anyone behind me, but when I turned around I saw it was Dima. He looked annoyed and as I looked at him he squeezed harder, crushing my wrist until it became very painful.

"Leave that one alone..." he said.

"I am sorry sir, I... I didn't know..." I said, trying not to let the pain into my voice.

Dima waited a second before he released me, and when he did I could see his fingers printed on my skin.

"That will be all." he said before he closed the suitcase.

Nodding quickly, I looked towards the floor and I made my way out of the cabin as fast as I could without running before I closed the door behind me.

Trembling, I leaned against the hallway wall and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it was impossible.

My wrist hurt and as I looked at it I could see it swelling slightly.

A moment later I heard the helicopter roaring to life once more and I knew it was taking the rest of the crew along with it.

Wishing I was on board, I heard the sound fading into the distance, and then the only thing I could hear was the sound of the waves, gently lapping against the side of the ship.

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After I managed to recover, I made my way towards the galley, hoping to talk to Nina about what had happened, but she was busy preparing their dinner and she told me to go away.

Feeling a little disappointed, I made my way towards the dining room and started setting up the table for the three of them.

As I did, I could hear them talking in the lounge, just next door, and though I tried to listen in, they were speaking Russian and I couldn't understand a single word.

Once I realized it was pointless, I returned my attention to my work and I made sure everything was ready. Then I made my way towards the galley once more, where I waited for Nina to finish the appetizers.

Once they were ready, I headed into the lounge to let them know. The men were seating on the big couch, smoking cigars and laughing loudly when I entered. Sofia though was sitting alone on a smaller one, holding a tall glass filled with water.

She looked dizzy, though, and at the time I remember thinking that it must have been the rocking of the ship, even if the sea was very calm and we were barely moving.

Trying not to appear nervous, I started moving towards them, and then I finally realized I could smell the alcohol in her glass, even from a distance, and as she looked at me, she gave me a smile that made it clear it wasn't her first one.

Swallowing nervously, I looked at them before I stopped on the other side of the coffee table.

"Dinner is ready, sir." I said towards Alexei, who nodded with a smile before he got up.

"Just in time, excellent." he said as he followed me towards the dining room.

Dima and Alexei sat down in front of each other, and a moment later Sofia managed to make her way to the table.

She was not as drunk as I feared, or if she was, it didn't show, but I helped her with her chair regardless, and then I went into the galley.

Nina had a tray ready for me, with a display of cheeses, toasted bread, smoked salmon, and a couple of different varieties of caviars. The smell was intoxicating and as I made my way towards the dining room once more I could hear my stomach grumbling.

After setting the tray in the middle of the table, I then went towards the bar, and I poured each of them a small glass of vodka, as the captain had told me to do, and then I retreated towards one of the corners, standing rigidly at attention as they gave a toast in Russian.

Sofia remained quiet, and I briefly wondered if she knew any Russian at all. Surely she must have, I remember thinking.

A moment later they started eating and Dima and Alexei continued talking in Russian. They ignored me completely, which I already knew would happen, but they also ignored Sofia, who took just a couple of bites of caviar in silence as she watched them meekly from time to time.

The scene was uncountable to look at, but I said nothing and instead I focus my eyes into the distance, trying to become indivisible as both the captain and Nina had told me to.

Only when they finished I dared to move. I took their dishes away along with the tray and then I went into the galley where Nina was just finishing the main dish.

"Remember, this is borscht. They love it. If he asks, tell him the meat is pig and it has plenty of carrots." she said as she set three plates on the tray.

Nodding slowly, I looked at the blood-red soup and I shuddered for a moment. The color came from the beats, of course, but there was something unsettling about it.

Walking carefully, I made my way towards the dining room once more and I served each of them, starting with Alexei and following with Dima.

Sofia thanked me quietly as I placed the plate in front of her, and this time she did eat, though I could see she was uncomfortable in their presence.

Once more I retreated to the corner and I watched them eat from a distance.

Sofia ate quietly for a while, and then she simply stopped, placing her spoon on the table before she hung her head over her food.

A moment later Dima looked at her and then at me before he spoke.

"Would you do me the favor of escorting her to our room, she is not feeling well." he said.

I nodded quietly as I helped her get up. She wobbled for a second before she took my hand and then I walked along her side as we made our way towards her cabin.

She was quiet as we made our way along the ship, but once we stopped in front of the door and I started searching for my keycard, she suddenly looked at me.

"Do you know Russian?" she asked me.

Speechless, I looked at her for a second before I managed to find an answer.

"No, I am sorry." I said. "Don't you?"

But she simply shook her head as I finally managed to open the door.

"I doesn't matter, don't worry." she said.

A moment later she entered the room and she turned around to look at me.

"I have to get ready, you can go now. Thank you." she said before she closed the door.

Wondering if she would be all right, I made my way back into the dining room just in time to take their plates away, and then I served them their desserts, a fancy tiramisu that smelled of vodka and chocolate.

Before I could retreat thought, Alexei grabbed my hand and he looked into my eyes.

"How did you find the ship, Isabel? Do you like it?" he asked me.

His grip was soft and tender, unlike Dima's iron grip from before, but it made me just as afraid.

"Yes, sir. It's... very beautiful." I managed to say, afraid I would start trembling.

"Please, call me Alexei." he said as he smiled charmingly. "And what about the time off? Do you enjoy the water around here?"

Unable to talk, I stood there for a moment, wondering how he knew about that. But I pushed the thought away, thinking that surely the captain must have told him.

"Yes... Alexei. It's beautiful. The water is gorgeous here, if you like swimming I can highly recommend you try it tomorrow." I finally said.

Alexei nodded in satisfaction before he let go of my hand, and then he turned his attention towards Dima once more.

Happy to be released, I returned to my corner and I watched them eat in silence.

Once they finished, they got up and I approached them once more.

"Tell the chef that her borscht was magnificent, better than any I ever had." Dima said to me, his voice dry and hurried.

Alexei just smiled, and together they made their way towards the lounge once more while I cleaned up the table, happy that dinner was finally over.

Something I threw together about Lyra/ Kotone from Pokemon.
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Lyra stood, terrified, wondering if Team Rocket would actually go through with their plan. It was certainly a lot of preparation just to scare her if they didn’t. Her arms were bound at the wrists and held above her head by a small rope hanging from a tree limb. Her legs were individually tied at the ankles, ropes stretched out to her right and left holding her feet apart at shoulder width. She was gagged to prevent attracting unwanted attention. At least, unwanted for the time being. Team Rocket knew they had quite a prize when they captured Lyra just hours before, and the bosses wanted to use her to send a very clear message to anyone else who thought about meddling in their evil plans. After a bit of deliberation earlier in the day, Lyra was taken to her current location, in the woods just a bit off a route a very short distance outside her home town. This ensured that she would be found, but not until they wanted her to be. Once Lyra had been tied up, a member of Team Rocket produced her bag used for carrying supplies. However, instead of healing potions and pokeballs, it now contained several round explosives that could easily be mistaken for them, as well as a length of fuse. One grunt on each side now grabbed and restrained Lyra’s legs as a third approached her with a menacing grin. The female grunt unbuttoned the shoulder straps of Lyra’s nylon overall shorts and pulled them down to her knees, followed by her full-cut white panties. Lyra’s mind was in a panic at this point, but she was frozen by fear. She knew that she was completely powerless to stop anything Team Rocket wanted to do to her now. At this realization, tears began flowing from Lyra’s eyes and she started crying softly.

“Don’t worry my dear Champion, this will be over soon enough!” chuckled the grunt who had partially undressed Lyra. As she said this, the grunt reached into Lyra’s repurposed bag and retrieved one of the explosive pokeballs. Lyra’s eyes widened as the grunt brought the bomb between her legs and began inserting it into her anus. She thrashed wildly, but only for a moment as the two grunts holding her legs tightened their grip, effectively preventing any further movement by the captive trainer. The female grunt merely laughed and restarted the process of pushing the round object into Lyra’s bottom. The young trainer cried mightily as the large ball finally passed her sphincter and took residence inside her body. This act was repeated by the Rocket soldier three more times, each one taking more effort and causing the young girl more pain than the last. The torturer then grabbed the fifth and final bomb from the bag, unwrapped some of the fuse, and inserted the end into a very tiny hole in the ball. The grunt tugged on the fuse and nodded in satisfaction as it held tightly to the explosive. She then returned to Lyra and took a moment to enjoy the sight before her. Lyra’s stomach was bulging somewhat with the size of the bombs already contained within her intestines, and she appeared to be in quite a bit of discomfort. The female grunt paused for a moment, then brought the triggering bomb down to Lyra’s crotch as she did with the others. This time, however, she began pushing against Lyra’s vagina. This caused yet another fierce reaction from the captive girl, even more so than the others. “How exciting! I thought the fight might be starting to leave you, but apparently not. But what provoked you so much this time? Surely you’re getting used to me toying with you.” The grunt then had a sudden thought that piqued her curiosity. “Could it be that you’ve never had anything in here before?” the Rocket member mused as she rubbed the ball against Lyra’s opening. In response to this query, Lyra shook her head slowly between sobs. This caused all three members of Team Rocket to burst out with laughter. “I knew you were a goody-two-shoes, but this is hard to believe! I figured you would have already given yourself to that boy you like. It’ll almost be a shame to finish you off. Almost, that is. I’ll tell you what, in that case I’ll let you choose where this last device goes. Do you want it here, so you can see what it feels like to become a woman before the end?” The grunt held the ball once more to Lyra’s untouched flower and pushed slowly. Lyra shook her head quickly in the negative. She still believed, deep inside, that rescue would come and she would be saved. She was determined to save her virginity for her true love on their marriage night, even now as she faced almost certain doom. Lyra couldn’t imagine having that precious gift taken here, not in that way from something meant to bring her an incredibly violent death. “Fine, then. In the back it goes with the other 4.” The grunt then proceeded to push, with considerable effort, the fifth and final bomb into Lyra’s rectum. Lyra cried out in pain as the explosive was forced in. She had never felt so much pressure in her stomach, and her sphincter was terribly sore. Lyra tried forcing the devices out of herself, but the spheres were too large and her effort proved to be in vain as the Rocket personnel watched in amusement. The female grunt, having finished filling the captured girl with bombs, produced a small knife and made a tiny, barely noticeable hole in the crotch of Lyra’s panties. She did the same with the crotch of the overall shorts right in the center of the seams’ convergence. The grunt then took the fuse, about 30 feet long and slow-burning, and threaded it through these holes before pulling the garments back up to their correct position on Lyra. She finished by re-buttoning the shoulder straps of the nylon shorts, fully locking the bombs inside their host. A final cruel touch was added when the grunt opened a small bottle of lamp oil mixed with lighter fluid and sprinkled it on the seat and crotch of Lyra’s overalls. As the grunts stood back to admire their work, the leader stated “That’s perfect. We can’t have you somehow figuring out how to remove those things before they finish their job. Plus I always thought you looked kind of cute dressed like that, so you might as well go out in style.” Now fully dressed, Lyra appeared perfectly normal with the exception of the bomb’s fuse hanging from her crotch and disappearing inside her shorts, now flammably wet at the back and between her legs. The grunt then produced a match and struck it against one of the buttons retaining the straps on Lyra’s overalls. This set the condemned girl to sobbing again as she helplessly watched the grunt walk to the end of the fuse, pick it up, and touch it to the now burning match. Bright yellow sparks and a plume of smoke arose as the fuse took light, and at this time Lyra knew the end was upon her. “You should have a few minutes to think about what’s about to happen to you; that’s part of the fun” one grunt chuckled. “We’re close enough to town that the blast you’re about to make will bring lots of people running. Once they find what happened, they’ll think much harder about interfering with Team Rocket!”

Lyra never saw the Rocket members disappear into the woods, for she was focused entirely on the lit fuse crackling and hissing its way toward her crotch. She thought about her family, her pokemon, and her friends. Lyra began to comprehend that she really was about to die and wouldn’t ever get to see any of her loved ones again. She couldn’t believe that this was going to be the end of her chapter in the world, and she was filled with an intense sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. As these thoughts raced through her mind, the fuse steadily grew shorter, its sparks inching along the journey across the ground and into the air between the girl’s legs. As the sizzling flame arrived at the crotch of her favorite outfit, Lyra remained calm, coming to accept her fate as she felt the heat of the burning fuse igniting her nylon overalls and underwear, quickly spreading across the fuel-dampened area of her garments and creating a searing heat around her most sensitive and precious areas. A few moments later, but what felt like an eternity to Lyra, it reached the explosives inside her small, cute bottom, touching off an eruption of fire, blood, and smoke, scattering bits of charred clothing and flesh about the area. When the townspeople arrive to investigate, there were just enough remains to figure out what had happened and make an identification of the victim.

Hark, ye who want smut. Come hither and peruse my tales of the perverse... Or something. Just come over and read whatever trash I've decided to post.

Content will be varied in setting, fetishes, and quality, but I hope that you'll find something in the stories that tickles your fancy. As always, requests and criticisms are requested and welcomed!

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Jane laughed as Monica nibbled cheese and beef jerky while squeaking like a mouse. If she knew that morning would be the last she’d get to laugh with her sister, her giggle buddy, she’d have walked slower, damned if it meant being late to school. Maybe she could’ve changed everything?

Monica scarfed down her snack and dashed ahead. She stopped in front of a gate and whirled around.

“Come on, I know a shortcut!”

The mountains of trash known to residents of Minette as the Junkyard loomed ahead. Twisted heaps of metal cast shadows in the early morning light that reached out as if to grab an unwary teen, dragging them into the depths of some rat monster’s lair. Jane always shivered when she walked by it alone, even if it’s during a sweltering summer afternoon. That was before someone found Rosa Lee’s corpse. They said her brains covered the inside of the big rig tire she killed herself in, and maggots covered her body. Chase told her there was a rat sleeping in her empty skull. What if her ghost was still in there?

Monica removed the latch and pulled the gate open. Jane grabbed her hand as she stepped in.

“Moni! No! We are not going in there.”

She jerked her arm free and stomped her feet. “Why not? It’s faster!”

“It’s full of dangerous junk. We could step on something sharp or get bitten by a rat.”

“It’s not dangerous, I went in there all the time last summer. Sometimes Alicia comes in there with me.”

Jane looked towards the Junkyard then into Monica’s eyes. How could a couple of twelve-year-old girls hang around a place like that alone? How could her sister go in there alone? Moni, more like a little brother with her short mousy hair and cargo shorts, was the more adventurous one. Even a little boy shouldn’t go in there, or anyone who wasn’t a mountain of muscle armed with swords and assault rifles.

She grabbed her sister’s shoulder. “I’m not going in there and you know Mom doesn’t want you on your own when it’s still dark outside.”

Monica huffed and folded her arms as she stepped back onto the sidewalk. “I’m not a little kid anymore. I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but you know Mom’s rules. I really don’t think you should be playing in there, anyways. Neither should Alicia.”

“Is it because of what happened to Rosa?”

Jane nodded. “Would you really want to play where something like that happened?”

Monica shook her head. “Don’t tell me you believe in ghosts!”

“No, but I—”

“Even if she was haunting the Junkyard, she wouldn’t hurt us. She was always so nice.”

“It’s not that, I just don’t want to find you… you know, like that.” She grabbed Monica and hugged her. “I don’t know what I’d do.”

Monica pulled away and locked her eyes with Jane’s. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m not suicidal, I like being alive, and I wouldn’t do that to my favorite sister.”

Jane smiled. “Just promise me that you won’t go in there anymore. Okay?”

Monica bit her lips and grimaced. “Fine! I’ll find another hideout this summer, but Alicia won’t be too happy.”

“Good! If I see you in there I will tell Mom.”

Jane pulled another jerky and cheese snack from her pocket and threw it. Monica caught it. She started nibbling and making squeaking noises, as Jane giggled. The Junkyard was forgotten.
Casey groaned. Squeaking filled his ears as his dream, being back in high school before everything got fucked up, faded. His clean bedroom in suburbia was replaced by a cave; an old trailer under a mountain of trash, collapsed near the back, with green slime dripping through a hole in the ceiling. He threw off the tinfoil blanket and sat up in his moldy mattress. Casey gritted his teeth as the squeaking started again.

“You better shut the fuck up Cheesethief!”

The mangy rat snored at the end of his piano-wire leash.

“Don you be playin’ that game with me! I know you ain’t sleeping, you fuckin’ ugly piece o’ shit! You wake me up again and you ain’t gonna fuckin’ eat today.”

Casey pulled the tinfoil over himself and laid back down when the squeaking started again.

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The rat squealed as Casey thumped his stomach.

“DO NOT,” thump, squeak, “MAKE—AAAAH!”

The rat sunk its teeth into his finger. Casey grabbed it, it screamed as the piano wire leash tightened around its throat. Casey slammed it into the ground. It thrashed with each impact. Casey slammed it again, and again, until it stopped moving.

“I told your dumbass not to shut your fuckin’ cornhole. Didn’ I? Now you don get anything to eat today. Tomorrow. Or ever!” He pulled on the rat until the wire cut off its head, and tossed the head and twitching body out through the trash tunnel.

“Nighty-night!” He laid back down, then squeaking started again. “What the fuck?”

He crawled through the tunnel and poked his head out, shoving Cheesethief’s body aside. The squeaking came from the other side of the chain link fence. A girl’s laughter followed each squeak. Two girls were walking by the gate. Both had brown hair, although the older one’s went to her waist while the other’s stopped around her ear.

One of the girls stopped and opened the gate.

“Come on, I know a shortcut!” She shouted.

Casey cracked his knuckles. “Yeah, you jus’ come on in here. I’ll teach you to wake me up and make me kill my bestfriend.”

The other girl grabbed her before she could enter. They started bickering.

“Just let her go where she wants! I hate when the older kid thinks they the boss.”

He crawled back to the cave and grabbed a hammer from the corner. The girls were back on the sidewalk when he returned.

Casey groaned. Going back to sleep was out of the question. It was time to start gathering metal and shit for the scrapyard. Maybe he’d get enough for a cheeseburger? Casey stretched and yawned. Maybe that would ease the loss of Cheesethief?
Matt sat down and inhaled as his lunch wafted over his nose; six chicken strips, a scoop of mashed potatoes and gravy, two rolls, and a salad. Minette Academy knew how to make lunch.

“Matt!”

He pulled out the chair next to him as Jane took a seat.

“Hey! Where’s—?”

“Me?” Monica slid into the seat across from him. She unzipped her coat. Her shirt curved over two lemon-sized mounds as she leaned back to drape her coat over the chair. Matt’s twitched and he bit off a large piece of chicken.

“Hey!” He smiled and waved.

Alicia sat next to her. “Or was it me you were waiting for?” She winked and ran a hand through her long black hair. Alicia tilted her tray and scooped her chicken strips onto Matt’s. “Miss Long put them on there even though I told her I didn’t want them.”

“Thanks!

The chair beside Jane creaked as Chase sat down. “It was me he’s waiting for.”

Matt and Chase laughed.

“Nah, I know it was them. They’re the cute ones.”

Matt’s cheeks turned red.

“Hey now!” Jane scowled.

“You’re cute, too!”

“I thought I was the only cute one?”

“You’re the cute one for me! They’re cute for Matt. They’re too young for me.”

“You’re only two years ahead of us,” Monica replied.

Jane turned her scowl towards Monica. “He’s also not available, little sister.”

Monica shrugged. “I’m just saying, but you don’t have to worry.”

“Yeah, we think Matt’s the cute one, anyways.”

Monica nodded. Matt choked as a piece of chicken got lodged in his throat. He hacked spit into a napkin until it came out..

“Which one do you think is cute?” Alica leaned in.

“Yeah! Me or Alicia?”

Matt’s cheeks were burning. “I-uhm, it’s hard to say. I don’t know.” He stared at Monica, exploring the curves of her breasts, until she started blushing. “Both!”

Chase coughed. “I see the lunch lady gave Alicia meat again. She also put something on my tray that I don’t like” Chase grabbed his mountain of lettuce and diced carrots, or rabbit food as he called it, and piled it onto the salad on Matt’s tray.

Monica started nibbling on her chicken and Matt began demolishing the feast on his tray, both taking glances at each other after each bite. Alicia grinned as she watched them.

“So,” Jane started as Matt began shoving food into his mouth, “I hear you guys have been hanging around the Junkyard.”

“How did you find out?” Alicia glared at Monica.

“She tried to go in there this morning, but I stopped her. I want all of you to stop going in there.”

“It’s just piles of old junk.”

Chase scarfed down a chicken strip and downed it with milk. “Some of that junk can be dangerous. Like needles.”

“You could get AIDS or some other disease if they poke you.”

Alicia shrugged. “You can only get AIDS from sex.”

Monica nodded. “Yeah, if you do it with homeless guys and drug addicts.”

Jane shook her head. “Anyone can get it, and you can get it from needles. Just ask the nurse.”

“It’s not like we’re going to stab ourselves with them. We’re not stupid.”

Monica and Alicia nodded.

“You could always step on one. It’d go right through your shoes.”

“What about that girl who shot herself? You know the place is probably haunted by now?” Chase waved his arms around. “Wooo!”

Matt rolled his eyes and Monica shook her head.

“It’s not dangerous, and it’s a fun place to play,” Alicia whined.

“I don’t care,” the trays jumped as Jane slammed her fists on the table, “I don’t want you guys going in there. I mean it. I don’t want to be a snitch, but if I have to I will tell Mom. Then she’ll tell your moms.”

Monica and Alicia looked at each other then at Matt.

“I’m sorry, but I’m doing this for your own good. I don’t want any of you to get hurt.”

“We promise not to stay out of there. Right?” Monica winked.

“Yeah, we promise.” Alicia smiled.

Matt shoved the last piece of chicken down his throat and wiped his mouth. “I guess we could hang around the park behind my house.”

“Good!”

Monica finished her food. Matt walked with her to put their trays up and they left the cafeteria.

“You wanna walk me home tonight? We can cut through a certain place.”

Matt watched her chest as she threw on her coat and slung her backpack over her shoulders. “Yeah, I can do that. I won’t be able to linger, my Uncle Larry’s hosting a barbecue this afternoon.”
A group of girls laughed as Matt leapt onto the railing and landed at the bottom of the stairs.

Monica spun around and smiled. “I was wondering if you had forgotten about me.”

“I just had to take a leak. Ready?”

She hooked her arm under his and they left with the other students.

“Where are the others?”

“Alicia’s mom picked her up, said they were going out of town for the weekend. Jane went to Chase’s house. She said they were going to play board games, but we all know what’s really going to happen.”

Matt chuckled. “Yeah.”

She laughed as he grunted and humped the air.

“You might be an aunt in nine months.”

She unzipped her coat and pulled it off. Matt’s crotch ached as her tits bounced and her bare arms slid out of her coat. “It’s getting hot. Can you hold this for me?”

“Sure!” He slung it over his shoulder.

They walked for thirty minutes, chatting about various topics. Matt kept glancing down at her chest. Monica smiled and pulled herself closer until her side boob pressed against his arm. The rows of houses and trees gave way to abandoned buildings and vacant lots, until they reached the rusty fence surrounding the Junkyard.

“Here we are!” She skipped over and threw the gate open. She pointed at Matt and waved towards the gate.

“Uhm … I think ladies are supposed to go first.”

Monica giggled. “What a gentleman!” She danced through the gate, Matt followed.

“So, what do you—”

“Think fast!” A clump of dirt exploded against his face. Matt coughed and spat dirt while brushing it off his shirt. She clutched her stomach, laughing as Matt shook his head. “I told you to think fast.”

He bent down and scooped sand off the hardpan. He gripped it in his palm and threw it. Monica ducked as it flew over her head. She threw another, striking him in the chest. He scooped one in each hand; the first missed, the second struck her neck and rolled down her shirt. How wonderful would it have been to be that dirt?

“I don’t have to be home until six. What do you say we play for a little bit? Just don’t tell my sister.”

“I wish I could, but my parents will be pissed if I make them late for Uncle Larry.”

Monica pouted. “You’re no fun. How about tomorrow? It’ll just be me and you all day,” she leaned in and whispered, “just you and me.”

“Uh, yeah. I’d like that. Tomorrow.”

Monica turned, then swiveled around and threw her arms around Matt. She pulled his lips towards his and kissed him. Raspberry filled his nostrils as her tongue slipped into his mouth. He kissed her back and grabbed her sides. She pulled his hands to her back and he gripped her. They pulled each other until her breasts were squashed against his chest. His cock swelled in his underwear, he rubbed his crotch against her thigh. She broke off after five minutes and beamed at him.

“I know you’ve been wanting that for awhile.”

“Yeah, yeah I have.” His chest heaved as air flooded into his lungs.

“We’ll make it official tomorrow. Sounds good?”

Matt nodded. “I-I’ll see you.”

“See you,” she turned and skipped further into the Junkyard. She disappeared around a mountain of trash and Matt walked back through the gate, feeling his chest where her boobs were moments earlier.
Casey sucked on a wrapper, cleaning the salt and cheese leftover from the burger he demolished earlier that afternoon. The box of fries, still containing morsels of salt, was carried off by the wind an hour ago. He still had six beers, which would be gone before supper time.

If he was going to have dinner he’d best get off his ass and find something. Maybe spending the rest of his money on beer and lottery tickets wasn’t the best idea? He poked Cheesethief’s carcass, sending a cloud of flies into the air. He did have something for the ratrack. Maybe he could find a few more of his brothers and sisters? A racoon or some birds would be nice.

Casey jolted as a bottle flew around the hill and shattered on the ground. The wind grabbed the wrapper from his mouth, “Goddamnit,” she shouted as it flew over a trash mound. Humming echoed around the corner. Casey’s eyes widened. Someone was coming! He jumped and crawled backwards into his tunnel. Footsteps approached and stopped outside.

“Eww! Poor rat!”

Casey clenched his jaw. It was THEM! The bitches who woke him up this morning. He poked his head out. A young girl with messy brown hair was kneeling over Cheesethief’s body, petting him with a stick.

“People are so cruel!” She shook her head and tossed the stick away. The girl started scooping dirt and covering the rat; ruining his supper.

Her foot landed at the entrance. She bent down to scoop up some more dirt. Her eyes fell on the tunnel, Casey grinned. Her eyes bulged, her mouth dropped open. He reached out and grabbed her ankle. She tumbled, screaming, as he pulled her into the cave. Her backpack slid off. She grabbed at the walls of the tunnel, pulling away pieces of junk.

“Ya wanna collapse this shit and suffocate both o’ us? Jus’ keep pullin’ on shit!” He pulled her in and threw her on the mattress.

Casey sat with his arms folded, grinning and licking his lips. The girl was shaking, her teeth chattering. She backed up as he moved closer.

“P-please just let me go,” she held out her phone and a bundle of cash, “Just take my things and let me go. I-I just want to go home.”

He snatched both from her hands, throwing the cash on the ground. He bent the phone until it snapped. She winced as the pieces hit her face.

“I’m Casey. I think they call you Moni?”

Her face froze. “H-how do you know…”

“I heard the other girl call you that. This morning when you two were fightin’ by the gate.”

“We weren’t fight—”

“It was you makin’ those rat noises weren’t it? Cause if it was, you woke up and made me kill Cheesethief.” He pointed at the tunnel.

Her eyes welled with tears. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

Casey slapped her across the face. Moni started bawling.

“Please! Let me go! I-I didn’t mean to hurt—”

He slapped her again. “You made me kill my bestfriend! I thought he was makin’ that noise and wakin’ me up so I got really mad. But it was you!” She covered her face, he slapped her hands away and thumped her on the nose.

“Please stop hurting me! I won’t wake you up anymore, just stop.”

Casey wiped the tears from her face. “Shh!” He caressed her face and patted her head. “It’s gonna be okay now. Cheesethief was an ugly ol’ thing and now I gets to have me a new pet.” Moni shivered as he started laughing, “and you sure are a cute one.”

“No, please. Just let me go home.”

“This is your home now.” She seized up as he kissed her mouth and ran his tongue across her nose. “So cute!” He grabbed her shorts.

“Don’t!” She shook her head and screamed.

The button flew off as he tugged the zipper open. She tried to pull his hands off. The shorts began to rip down the middle. She pulled away, but the shorts slid down her thighs. He yanked them off and threw them away. Moni covered her crotch, he swept her hands aside and rubbed her panties, thumbing the little cartoon hamster over her pussy.

“How adorable.”

She whimpered. “Just stop…”

“Now what kind o’ owner would I be if I didn’ give my new pet some lovin’ after gettin’ on to ‘em?”

He rubbed her slit through the hamster.

“Please … oh,” she moaned, “stop! I’m saving myself for someone special.”

“Ain’t I special enough?” Her chest rose and fell. She was moaning under her breath. “I think you like this.” The hamster turned dark-pink as Moni’s pussy juice soaked through the fabric.

“No!”

“Yeah! I think you just don’ wanna tell me you like it. I bet you rub yourself down there every night.” Her grabbed her waistband and tugged. She gripped his wrists. “Don’ you worry, I ain’t gonna rip ‘em. They’re too cute to rip.”

“No!” Moni screamed as he lifted her into the air by her panties. Her hand slipped from his wrists as her panties slid up her legs. She rolled onto the mattress.

Casey sniffed the wet spot on her panties. “Mmm!” He tossed them aside. Her hairless pussy glistened as she laid on his bed with her legs spread beneath a sunbeam. He licked his lips. “You really are cute.”

She screamed as he dove onto the bed and drove his face between her thighs. He gripped her legs and held them around his shoulders while licking and sucking her slit. She screamed and thrashed her arms.

“Stop! Please just stop!”

“Hell no! I ain’t had pussy like this since I was in the tenth grade.” He licked, nibbled, slurped, and sucked her clit, labia, and hole. Moni gripped the bed and tried to pull away, he pulled her tighter against his face. She shrieked as her hips bucked and her thighs twitched. Her cunt throbbed as she came on his face. He slurped down every drop until she stopped squirting.

Casey licked her crotch and thighs. Moni laid with her chest heaving as tears streamed down her face.

“Please let this end! Let this be a dream. This can’t be happening.”

“It’s happenin’ sweetheart, this ain’t no dream. And it ain’t close to the end.” She kicked as he picked her up and threw her down on her stomach. He shoved his pants and underwear to his ankle and fell on top of her.

“Don’t do this!”

Moni shrieked as he thrust into her wet cunt cunt, ripping through her hymen and burrowing as her pussy gripped his cock. He hugged her and dug his fingernails into her tits. She screamed and thrashed as each thrust smashed her cervix. “Quit strugglin’ and just let this happen, cause it’s goin’ to.”

Moni wrapped her arms around her face, weeping as Casey jackhammered her cunt, shrieking every few seconds. Her pussy clenched around his cock, she started screeching. Casey growled as his dick throbbed, squirting until semen spilled out over his balls, soaking into his bed. He pinned her down as she tried to pull away. He pulled out with a slurp, spraying the last of his load on her ass.

Moni laid there sobbing. Her ass twitched as blood and semen streamed out of her pussy. Casey scratched her head. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“I just want to go.”

“Shh,” he rubbed her face, “you are goin’ to stay with me from now on.”

She wailed. Casey patted her back. He grabbed her shorts and wiped the cum from her ass. “It’ll be okay. I’ll take o’ you.”
Chase scratched his chin as he leaned over the board. He was naked, except for a pair of boxers with Star Wars characters. Jane sat across in her black lingerie bra and panties, tapping her fingers on the table.

“Hmm!” He squeezed his finger around a rook.

“Are you going to move it this time? Or are you just fingering it again?”

“I’m just thinking.” He scratched his chin again, then moved the rook, taking her queen. He smiled.

“Oh no!” She laughed as he put it with the pile of white littering the floor next to his thigh.

“Bra!”

Jane unclasped her bra and let it slide off.

“Oooh,” Chase gasped as her tits bounced free.

She squeezed them and stuck her tongue out. “I hope you like them.”

“I love them.”

The bulge in his boxers swelled. Jane giggled and grabbed her rook, sliding it across the board, knocking his bishop off. “Check,” she threw him a kiss, “and mate.” She smiled as he looked at the board.

“Aw shit!”

“Well, when are you going to bring out my dinner?”

He stood up and shoved his underwear to his ankles. Jane licked her lips when his erect cock sprang out. He reached across the table and grabbed Jane’s hand. She chuckled as he pulled her to his feet and walked her to the bed.

“Take yer seat, m’lady.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said while sitting at the end of his bed with her legs folded.

She rose a foot as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He spread his legs, his cock looked at Jane. She gasped and covered her mouth as she snickered.

“Dinner is served, m’lady!”

She leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock before taking the shaft down her throat. Chase tilted his head back and groaned. He stroked her hair as she slurped up and down his cock. She started massaging his balls caressing his thighs.

“Ahhhh!” His dick squirmed as cum sprayed the back of her throat. She sucked his tube as she gulped her sticky dinner. She pulled his cock and stroked it as he squirted the rest of his load on her face and tits.

Jane sat back shoving leftover cum into her mouth with her middle finger, and smeared the rest into her skin.

“How was your meal?”

“Fabulous!” Jane belched, “oh, excuse me.”

“It almost feels like I won, though.”

Jane snickered. “It was that good, huh?”

He nodded. “There’s a box of condoms in the bottom drawer, unless you just want me to eat you out or stick it in your ass.”

“I’ll get the condoms.”

She hopped down and was half-way to the chest-of-drawers when her coat started vibrating on the floor.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

She grabbed the phone from her pocket and answered.

“Hi, Mom!”

“Hi, sweetie. Uhm, is Moni with you?”

Jane shook her head. “She’s not with me. Isn’t she at home?”

“I haven’t seen her.”

“Who is it, babe?” Chase climbed off the bed and was pulling his boxers up.

“M-O-M,” she mouthed before returning to the phone. “Have you tried calling her?”

“I have, several times. It just goes to voicemail, and she hasn’t replied to any of my messages. Do you know where she could be?”

“She might be at Matt’s. She said he was walking her home. She might’ve gone to his place.”

“Matt? Do you mean Matt Harrell?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know how to contact him or his parents. Can you get a hold of them for me?”

“Uhm, sure. I have Matt’s number.”

“Thanks sweetie! Call me back when you get an answer. Okay?” The phone clicked.

“That was Mom. It seems Moni didn’t come home. Do you have Matt’s number? The one I have is his old one.”

He grabbed his phone from the table and started sifting through his contacts. “Here it is!”
Monica curled up naked on the bed, shivering, as the brute sat in front of the tunnel. He grinned while tearing chunks from her tattered shirt and making a pile of rags. “Pet don’ need no clothes,'' he yelled when he ripped it off her chest, ignoring her cries for mercy. He slapped her when she covered her breasts; the red marks on her wrists stung for an hour. The sunlight trickling through the ceiling was replaced by a candle that cast the man’s shadow into a twisted gremlin, ready to devour her whole.

She closed eyes and opened them. Her bedroom didn’t appear, Mom wasn’t coming in to tell her to get ready for school; nope, she was still in that cave. Maybe it would work after the fifteenth try? This had to be a nightmare. This couldn’t be happening to her, she never did anything to deserve this. She would wake up. She’d apologize to her sister. She would hang out with Matt at that park and never set foot in the Junkyard again, and tell Alicia to never go in there again. Monica closed her eyes again. Her bedroom refused to appear, and the cave refused to disappear.

“Go on and sleep. I won’ hurt’cha, you can even use my bed. I’ll sleep on the ground and find you a bed tomorrow.”

She raised her head. “Just let me go home.”

He shook his head. “This will be your home from now on.”

“Please! I won’t tell anyone what happened, or that you live here. I miss my family, and my sister. They will be looking for me.”

“I bet they don’ know yer in here.”

“My sister does.”

The brute grinned. “I’ll get me another girl pet and you get to see your sister. I never had me two pets before.”

Monica’s stomach dropped. She wouldn’t come alone, would she? She’d bring Mom and Dad, at least. They needed to bring the police. What if they couldn’t find her? What could he do to her before they got there if she screamed?

Her stomach growled.

“Hungry?”

“Yes, please let me go home and eat. I-I’ll come right back.”

The brute threw his head back and howled in laughter. “You mus’ think I’m pretty stupid.”

“Please, sir! I just want to go home.”

“I know yer hungry, and I am too. I was about to go catch me some dinner. I hope you like rat, cuz that’s usually all I can find.”

She gagged, then cupped her mouth as a lump surged up her throat. “Please!”

“Well, if yer too hungry to wait, I suppose I could give you a snack to hold you over.”

Her heart pounded as he dropped his pants and gripped his throbbing penis.

“No! No! No!”

He thundered across the cave and grabbed her head.

“Noooo-aughckaugck!”

She gagged as he shoved his cock down her throat. He forced her head back and forth while thrusting he hips. The lump surged back up her throat, she wanted to vomit. It tasted as bad as dog shit smelled. Did this … this creature ever bath or shower in his entire life? His dick slipped further down her throat as her mouth covered it in spit. She wheezed for air. It twitched, and warm slime poured down her throat. She whined as he stuffed her mouth until it spilled down her chin.

Monica bit down and the brute screamed.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” He forced her head back. Cum splashed between her eyes, then his fist crashed into her forehead. Blood poured from his cock. “You wanna fuckin’ bite me? You stupid bitch! After I feed you?” He grabbed her thighs, she fell back as he pried her legs apart and pulled her crotch to his face. “How do you like it?” Pain shot through her as he bit into her pussy. Monica screamed as his teeth sliced through her flesh. He ripped a chunk off and chewed with blood pouring down his chin, then swallowed it whole.

He gripped the back of her head and forced her to look at her crotch. She wailed. Blood streamed from a gash her labia was.

“I don’ want you as my pet anymore.” He lifted the side of the mattress and pulled out a hammer. Monica shrieked as he swung it.

Her head pounded as it struck the top of her head. The room whirled. “Help! Somebody! Jane, I’m sorry for not listening. Matt, please come-augh!” He struck her again. Blood trickled down her forehead, and the room went black as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Casey screamed. His cock stung as he moved, yet he pummeled Moni’s face with his hammer. Her head bulged and cracked with each blow, her left eye popped out. Chunks of her brain fell out, which smashed into goo as they hit the floor. Her body twitched. Piss gushed out of her mangled girlhood onto his bed.

“Goddamn! Son of a bitch! You’re gonna ruin my sleep even after yer dead, aren’t ya? Fuckin’ bitch!”

He grabbed the pile of shirt pieces and started cleaning blood and cum from his cock, wincing with each wipe. “Fucking bitch! Why can’ I ever have a nice pet that doesn’ bite me?” He tossed the bloody rags to the floor and pulled up his pants.

He grabbed Moni’s ankle and pulled her through the tunnel. “At least I don’ have ter eat rats tonight.”
The door swung open. Justin entered and plopped down between Matt and Christina. Christina hit the remote and Halloween II continued.

“Is the food ready?” Matt shoved popcorn into his mouth.

His cousin shook his head. “They just now put the burgers on.”

Matt sighed. “I hope it’s not too much longer, I’m starving.”

Christina looked into his empty popcorn bucket and laughed. “Trying to put on some weight?” She poked his ribs. “Good for you.”

Trying to gain weight? Nah, he just liked food. He always ate like that. It wasn’t his fault that he was built like a toothpick, despite eating more in a single meal than Chase could in a week.

“Don’t gain too much, or you won’t be cute anymore.” She pinched his ear.

“He’s your cousin,” Justin said, “and you’re almost eighteen.”

“I can think he’s cute, it doesn’t mean I want to have sex or date him. I’m just trying to help him so he can get a girlfriend.”

“I already have one.”

Both of them looked at her, Christina with an ‘O’ on her face.

“Really? Who is she? What’s she like?”

“Her name’s Monica. She goes to my school, we hang out at lunch and everything. We just got together this afternoon,” his face turned red, “We even kissed.”

“Aww! So cute! My little Mattie is growing up.” She pinched his cheeks.

“Monica? Monica Kelly?”

Matt nodded.

“Not too bad, dude. She’s in my science class. Have you just kissed, or…

“We didn’t have sex yet.”

“Why not?” Christina stretched over Justin and laid her head on Matt’s lap, a curtain of red hair draped over his pants.

“Well, I think she wanted to, but I had to come here.”

“Well, that sucks. I’d have done it. Dad’s burgers are good, but they’re not as good as getting laid.”

“Hey, you could always call her. We could sneak her through the window and hide you both in my closet.” Justin winked.

“Yeah,” Christina threw her arms around Matt’s neck, “and I kinda want to see how cute she is.”

Matt nodded. “It’s probably too late. She’s at home now.”

“Oh, bummer!”

“It’s fine,” he shoved his cousin off, “she agreed to meet me tomorrow. I think we’ll do it—”

Matt’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket.

“Is that her?”

He nodded. “It’s her sister.”

Christina folded her arms as Matt answered.

“Hey—”

“Hey,” Jane interrupted, “Matt, is Moni with you?”

“No. She went home after school.”

“Well, my mom just called. Moni never came home.”

Matt’s eyes widened. “WHAT? But I walked her home this afternoon.”

“She told me you were going to. Did she go into the house? Did you go with her?”

“She … um … I … we …”

“Matt!”

“Yes?”

“Where is my sister?”

“She … promise you won’t tell her I told you?”

“Is she where I think she is?”

“Y-yeah. She wanted to stay there and play for a little bit.”

“You’re not with her?”

“No, I had to go to my uncle’s barbecue.”

“Fuck! I guess me and Chase will go and pick her up.”

“Please don’t tell her I snitched.”

“I won’t.” The phone clicked.

Matt stared at the screen.

“Did she break up with you or…”

Matt nodded and rushed to the window. “I need to step out for a bit. I need to keep her from getting in trouble. Can you two cover me?”

“Go rescue your girl, we’ll cover you. It’ll be an hour or so before they bother to check on us anyways.”

“Thanks!” He opened the window and climbed out.
Jane threw on her coat and sweatpants, Chase put on a t-shirt and some khakis. She checked her phone again.

“Anything from Moni?”

Jane shook her head. “This isn’t like her at all. She always answers.” She looked again, still no messages. “We need to go. I told Mom I’d meet her there in thirty minutes.”

The stormed down the stairs and out into the cold.
Casey sat with a grin. Moni hung between two beams with a rusty pole running through her, and her arms and feet tied behind her back. She was on the ratrack. He didn’t think it would hold her, or that it would go through her, but it did. He shoved the pole through her asshole. It got stuck, but a few taps from the hammer got it through. It came out of her throat instead of her mouth, but it was close enough. She’d taste nice just the same.

He pulled a jar from his pocket half-filled with a mixture of old hot sauce he found in the trash, ketchup, and nacho cheese. He dumped the sauce on Moni’s back and tossed it at a rock. He plunged both hands in and began to smear it all over her body, covering her ass, getting it in her crack, and stuffing globs of it in her ass and pussy holes. He moved to her thighs, calves, and feet. He moved back to her torso, rubbing it on her breasts and stomach. Her arms, face, and throat followed. He soaked the last of it into her hair.

Casey stood back as the sauce dripped into the pile of leaves and garbage below. He struck a match.
Jane rounded the corner. The mountains of trash laid across the street, casting their demonic shadows. Chase came around seconds later and collapsed to his knees as he caught his breath.

“Who’s that?”

A boy stopped in front of the gate.

“Hey!”

He turned around. Matt’s eyes widened as Jane stormed across the street.

“Why are you here? I thought you went to your uncle’s.”

“His house isn’t that far from here.”

“Okay, but why?”

“I-I just wanted to help Moni get home before she got in trouble.”

“Well, you’re too late for that. My mom will be here any minute.”

“Y-you told?”

“Yup!”

Matt frowned. “I wish you didn’t have to get the grown-ups.”

“I’m sorry, but she’s not answering her phone.”

He pulled out his phone. “Huh!”

“Yeah, and that’s gotten me and my mom worried.”

Headlights appeared and moved down the road. A maroon SUV stopped in front of them, the driver honked the horn. A plumb dark-haired woman stepped out of the passenger seat.

“Hey mom!” Jane waved.

“Hey!” Her dad waved as he stepped out of the driver’s seat.

The side door opened, a burly red haired man stepped out.

“Uncle Chris!” Jane squealed as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. “When did you get here?”

He patted her on the head. “Just this afternoon.”

“Are you Matt?” Her mom asked.

“Yeah. I came to help find Moni.”

“I hope your parents know you’re out this late.”

He nodded. “They do.”

Jane glared at him.

“I hope you know I will check with them after I find my daughter.”

“There’s no need for—”

A column of flames shot up over trash mountains. Matt threw open the gate and rushed in. Jane went in after, followed by her dad and Chris. They followed him through the trash, moving towards the flames. Matt stopped on the other side of the hill. Jane came into the valley. Her eyes bulged as she stared at the fire and she started screaming.

“Oh my fucking God!” Her dad trembled. “Oh my fucking God! Fuck no!”

Matt screamed and rushed down the valley. “Moni! Moni!”

“Stop! Stop!” Her dad and uncle screamed as a man stepped out of the shadows, raising a hammer. “Goddamnit stop!”

They ran after him.

“Stay away! This is my dinner!”

“Moni! Please don’t let this be—” Matt stopped as the claw of the hammer claw burrowed into skull.

Jane’s heart stopped as Matt dropped to the ground, twitching and pissing his pants. Her dad and uncle tackled the man and forced him to the ground. “You killed my daughter, piece of shit!”

Her dad cried as he pounded the man’s face. She never heard him cry, it was like a bear screaming.

“What’s going…” Her mom’s shrieking drowned everything as she ran down the valley. She grabbed her daughter’s body and pulled her down, along with the beams down.

The brute screamed. “No! Yer ruin’in it! Yer can’ take my dinn—”

“You shut the fuck up!” He buckled as Chris punched him in the gut.

Her mom wailed ank rocked Monica in her arms. She tightened her grip, Monica’s head contorted and a chunk of brain plopped out on the ground. Jane collapsed to her knees and vomited, then passed out.
Tap-tap!

Jane sat up and threw the blanket off. Chase groaned and tugged on the blanket. She was in her room. She looked at Chase snore. What happened to sleeping at his house? How did this...

Tap-tap! Tap-tap! Jane screamed as the door creaked open and her mom poked her head in. She was sobbing.

“Mom?”

“I-I just got a call from Melissa. Matt-Matt just passed away.”

Matt was dead? Why would Matt be … Matt was injured. He was hit by a hammer. Jane’s eyes bulged, her stomach collapsed into a black hole. Matt was dead, Monica was…

Jane screamed and tears flooded her eyes.

“I know sweetie,” her mom threw her arms around her, “he’s no longer in any pain. He’s with your sister now.”

“C-can we go and see him? I want to say g-goodbye”

Her mom sniffled. “Yeah, they said it’d be okay if we came up there, but they’d understand if you didn’t want to see him like that.”

“I-I need to do this. Moni would’ve if she was still here. She’d want me to.”

“I’m proud of you sweetie.”

Jane shook Chase until he opened his eyes. “Hey…”

“Hey!” He smiled.

She threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. “Matt’s dead.”

His jaw dropped, he held her. “Shit! Oh my God.”

“We-we’re going to visit him in the hospital. I want you to come,” she looked at her mom.

“Yeah, he can come. I’ll be in the car.”

Jane and Chase got dressed and joined her parents in the car.
Their funerals were held a week later. Monica and Matt were buried next to each other. Their killer, a fugitive wanted for multiple a raping several children in Oklahoma, was identified as Casey Archer. His trial lasted for six months, ending with him getting sentenced to death. The City of Minette demolished the Junkyard that same year, and a memorial park dedicated to Monica and Matt was erected.