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Authors: Joe Zito

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“You,” he said nodding to Megan, “kick
her in the cunt.” And then he nodded to Andi.

The entire room froze and all the
girl’s eyes went big and wide at Nightmares violent
request.

“You’re fucking crazy!” Megan yelled at
him.

“Yes I am little sissy, now kick her in
the cunt!”

“NO!”

“Fine. You don’t have to kick her in
the cunt. But you’re little sick friend has to take a nice long sip
of this here sweet soda then. See now how this game
works?”

“Don’t drink it Liz,” Megan
yelled.

“She don’t have to if you kick that
bitch in her fuckin’ cunt!”

He pointed his shot gun at Liz and
handed her the coke.

“You better get to drinkin’ darlin’.
Looks like your friend don’t wanna play.”

“Dear god Liz don’t drink that!” Megan
pleaded.

“Megan,” Andi suddenly said, “just do
it. I can take it.”

“That’s the spirit ladies!” Nightmare
shouted.

“Megan don’t you dare do it!” Liz
cried.

“I can’t do this,” Megan said falling
apart.

“Get to drinkin’ angel!” Nightmare
yelled.

“NO Liz, don’t!” Megan pleaded
again.

“It’s a simple game bitch! You kick her
in the pussy and you’re near dead friend won’t be seein’ an early
grave. You don’t kick her in the pussy it’s fuckin’ bye bye Liz!
It’s your goddam choice.” Nightmare made his point.

Megan’s head fell into her hands as her
mind whirled in a frenzy of confusion. Then she stood up and faced
Andi.

“No Megan!” Liz yelled and then put the
can to her mouth.

“Don’t you dare Liz!” Megan
screamed.

“Just fucking kick me Megan!” Andi
shouted with tears in her eyes.

“Yeah! Kick that bitch hard!” Nightmare
said.

Liz still hadn’t taken a drink because
she knew damn well if she did, she could possibly fall into a coma
or worse: drop dead right then and there in front of everyone.
Megan raised her foot and then put it down quickly as if she was
contemplating this twisted game. She lifted it up again and shook
her head at Andi and said, “I’m sorry.” With as much force as she
could she kicked one of her best friend’s right in between her
legs. Andi fell over on her side on the couch and was holding her
nether region with both hands. She moaned out in pain.

“Kick her again!” Nightmare
commanded.

Megan turned and looked at Liz. They
were both crying.

She kicked her again and Andi roared
out a cry of terrible pain.

Liz stood up. She said, “I can’t do
this,” and began to drink the can of coke.

“NO LIZ!” Megan screamed and flung
herself towards Liz, knocking her down, making the can fly from her
hand before she could get one sip down. They fell to the floor;
Megan’s body hovering over Liz’s.

“You done broke the rules bitch!”
Nightmare grabbed Megan by her hair and lifted her head up. He
raised his shot gun with the handle aiming towards her face. Angry
spittle flew from his mouth. Insane rage filled his eyes as he
prepared to drive the back end of the gun down into her pretty
fucking face, smashing her teeth in and covering those big brown
eyes of hers with her own blood and then,

“STOP!”

Nightmare jerked his head up at the
sound of Conner shouting at the top of his young lungs.

The room was deathly silent all but for
the sound of heavy breathing coming from Nightmare. The spilled
coke can ran out onto the beige carpet making a dark brown
stain.

“Please stop. Please.” Conner begged
with tears streaming down his face.

Nightmare looked at him like he was
crazy; his hand still holding a chunk of Megan’s dark auburn hair.
He released his grip and her head bobbed forward. She came out of
her daze of horror and she began to slowly help Liz up. They
crawled away from Nightmare and back to the couch. Megan cradled
Liz in her arms. Andi went and sat next to them.

Nightmare stood there breathing heavy,
keeping his eyes locked on the boy. He looked at him with a
contemplating look on his face.

Calmly, Nightmare said, “I thought I
said no hero’s boy.”

Silence.

“You wanna save the day? Hero
boy.”

Conner swallowed nervously. All three
girls had their eyes on him sitting at the end of the
couch.

“All right then,” Nightmare said in
that calm southern voice of his and that sick, evil fucking grin
returning to his scruffy face.

“Suck his dick.”

 

 

Conner heard the words very clearly but
he couldn’t comprehend there meaning; almost like his brain had
turned on a safety switch as to protect him, but he did understand
and he knew what Nightmare had in mind when he nodded to his dad
laying on the pool table.

“Suck your daddy’s dick and we’ll call
it a day, what do ya say boy!”

Shock or no shock, Nightmare wasn’t
going to take no for an answer. He pointed his gun right at Conner.
The boy was frozen to the couch.

“I said, suck your daddy’s
dick.”

In a desperate attempt to amend the
situation, Conner’s dad said, “I can write you a check for one
hundred thousand dollars right now.” It came out sounding pathetic.
Nightmare stood pondering what Edward said.

“One hundred thousand dollars.”
Nightmare said it slowly. “Goddam that’s a lot a money daddy-o.
Tell ya what. You can write that check right after junior here gets
himself a mouthful of dear ol’ dad all right.”

Badman aimed his rifle at Edward. And
Nightmare yelled at Conner to stand up. He did. Megan was crying
and so was Andi. Liz lay quiet in Megan’s arms still, her blood
sugar going up,up, up and away. Megan suddenly said, “Please, she
has to get to the hospital now. Look at her.”

Nightmare responded, “Oh now sugar it’s
gonna be ok. As soon as little spitfuck here suck’s his daddy’s
dick, we’ll be on our way and you can take ol’ sugar mama there to
the e.r.”

Nightmare nodded at Conner. “Get to it
boy, c’mon.”

Conner broke out into a helpless
sounding, sick cry of defeat. He looked at his dad for an answer.
Edward only looked away from him with that same defeated look. But
as Conner was forced closer to his dad lying on the pool table by
Nightmares shot gun, Edward began to sob as well.

“Go on, get on your knees,” Nightmare
commanded.

Hesitantly, Conner did as he was told,
all while bawling.

“Dear god, please don’t make him do
this, please!” Megan cried out.

“Shut your goddam mouth
girl!”

Badman positioned himself right behind
Edward and put the end of his rifle on his forehead to ensure that
he wouldn’t move.

Edwards limp penis was right in front
of his son.

“C’mon boy that girl over there is
gonna die. You want her to die because you can’t suck a dick?”
Nightmare’s mind games were getting to Conner. He bellowed out an
anguished drenched cry. The whole room was filled with the sound of
terrified, sick crying.

Nightmare had enough. The cold steel of
his shot gun barrel met young Conner’s forehead. The sick fuck
holding the gun slowly said, “Goddamit in the name of Ilesha, I’m
only gonna tell you one time boy. Suck you goddamn daddy’s dick.
NOW!”

Conner began to open his
mouth very slowly as if to bide time to think of a way to get out
of this, but there was no getting out of it. He was going to have
to go through with it just to survive and to get the help that Liz
needed soon. The very tip of his tongue touched the shaft of his
dad’s penis and then Megan screamed, “Wait, wait. Please, let me do
it with him.”
No heroes Megan. Did you
fucking forget? No fucking heroes!
Nightmare jerked his head up when she screamed out. He looked
as if he was going to kill her for interrupting his sick game, but
then a dramatic change took ahold of his face. His eyes went big
with a look of surprise. He was looking directly at Megan. His
mouth fell open in awe at what he was seeing. It was scaring the
hell out of her the way he was gawking at her.

“Holy sweet jesus,” Nightmare said and
licked his lips.

“What?” Megan said fearfully in a
scratchy voice; her big brown eyes wide and full of
terror.

His eyes weren’t on her face
but rather the small, spot of blood that was painted on her inner
thigh. She noticed his eyes looking downward. She helped Liz up off
her lap and looked down. She covered her mouth in horror.
This can’t be happening. Not this. Not now,
she thought. The evening’s events had evidently
stirred up Megan’s poor hormones and now her period was upon
her.

As if the father son blowjob
game had never even occurred, Nightmare stalked slowly to the couch
where Megan was sitting. His eyes never leaving her blood stained
inner thigh. She was covering herself down there. But that dirty
ol’ wolf could smell her no matter what. He kneeled down right in
front of her. He looked like an explorer who had discovered an
ancient relic of great value. Megan was as stiff as a board. So was
Nightmare. His look of astonishment clung to his face as he slowly
drew his sawed off shot gun close to her legs. She began to tremble
as it touched her skin. He started to part her legs with the gun.
The thick, heavy odor of her blood and vagina attacked his senses
but that didn’t stop him from opening her legs all the way. She was
bleeding pretty heavily. Her pubic hair was colored red. He licked
his lips and slid the barrel of the gun up and down on her blood
red lips. She shrieked lightly as if startled. Her hands were
holding on tight to the couch. And then he pushed the gun inside
her. She jumped up and her mouth was wide open with terror at what
was happening to her. He pushed it in further. Her death grip on
the couch slowly loosened and she found herself touching his hands,
helping him guide the gun inside her. Everyone one in the room was
watching them. Even Liz, despite her worsening condition
418 450 500 535 up,up up and away.

Nightmare’s eyes were wild with
excitement. The thrusts became harder. Megan closed her eyes and
pushed his hands away. He backed away and sat on the floor in front
of her, smelling her sex, watching her masturbate with his shot
gun. She moaned out loud as she gripped the handle of the gun; it’s
black steel shaft dipping in and out of her bloody vagina. Her head
leaned back on the couch. Her face was flush with burning, sexual
excitement. She drove it in harder. More moans of pleasure. Eyes
closed and head back, living in the moment, feeling strong and in
control of herself. A little smile creased on her face because she
felt herself getting ready to orgasm and oh sweet jesus how she
loved those fucking orgasms, but she was also smiling because she
had the gun; the gun she would use to kill Nightmare with when she
was done impaling her eighteen year old bloody vagina. Her mouth
formed a big O as she began to orgasm and she inhaled a loud,
almost crying breath as her pussy quivered like a massive
earthquake. Female fluid and blood sifted through her fingers and
onto her hand. She screamed.

And then it was done.

 

 

Her body was shaking from her strong
orgasm. It left a mess on Conner’s couch. Surely there was a stain
remover strong enough to get the blood stain out. Her hands were
shaking, so she was extremely careful when she pulled the blood
soaked gun from her throbbing vagina. Nightmare looked at her with
big, bulging eyes of shock. He really couldn’t believe what he just
witnessed. He didn’t say anything for a moment after she was done.
But then he put his hand out as if reaching for his shot gun and
nodded his head at Megan to give it back to him. She was tired and
out of breath but her eyes met his and he knew she wasn’t going to
give it back. She held the gun up and sat up and pointed it at
Nightmares forehead.

Slowly and cautiously he said, “Little
girl, what in the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Hand that gun
back over.”

“No,” she said like a disobedient
child.

“Listen here sissy bitch, hand that gun
back over right the fuck now.”

“No,” she said again with her voice
going up a register.

Badman aimed his rifle at her and said,
“You best listen to the man, you dumb bit….”

Everyone screamed when they heard the
shot gun blast from the gun Megan was holding. And then all eyes
went to Badman who was screaming and holding his shoulder on the
floor.

Nightmare looked at Megan with
disbelieving eyes and for the first time that night, he had a look
of utter fear on his stupid, ugly face.

She stood up with the gun still pointed
at Nightmare. A wash of girl sex and blood rushed down her legs and
onto her bare feet. Her face was a mask of strength, sweat and pure
rage.

“Get on the floor,” she said to
Nightmare.

When he just stood there like a dumbass
because he was too scared and in shock to move, she yelled
again.

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