Suffer Hard: An Extreme Horror Novella (10 page)

His cock swelled a little when he thought of naked girls. He was a young man with a keen eye for the female
form, it wasn’t difficult to regurgitate in his mind any number of images. It worked. Sort of. That was until the old hag’s lips latched onto his like a slimy leech him and it was impossible to pretend that she was anyone other than who she was.

The semi-hard on that she vigorously kneaded in the palm of her hand withered to nothing.

He gulped down air when she freed his mouth. It was hopeless. He just couldn’t.

“Maybe you’d like a little sucky
sucky,” she said, dismounting him and kneeling at his feet.

Her toothless mouth latched onto his flaccid penis, and sucked.
HiIt felt like his cock was about to be sucked clean off his body. The tight, wet hole of her mouth pulled him down her gullet and he shuddered in revulsion.

Margaret dismoun
ted and covered up her ravaged body.

“Enough of this fooling around,” she sa
id. “We have the girl for childbearing, this useless sack of shit is never going to be able to perform. I’ve made enough children anyway, it’s time for me to stop.”

Michael came back into the room.

“Shall we fetch the children?” Bish asked her.

Margaret nodded. “Michael? Would you fetch the children please? Let’s end this.”

Wordlessly he turned back round.

Shit! This isn’t good.

“What are you going to do?” Beth wailed.

Margaret smiled “Throw the boys to the wolves.
”

“What she say?” Tim said in a moment of lucidity.

Craig strained his ears to listen. No one spoke. It was like the air was charged. Like something big was about to happen. Margaret and Bish sat there silently. Expectantly.  He could hear Michael in the hallway and he visibly flinched when the scraping sound of an old fashioned key turning in a lock echoed faintly down the hall.

Then the voices came.
Quiet at first, then growing louder.

“The children,” Margaret said softly. “They will be hungry. They sleep in the basement during the day, sunlight makes them sick. That’s why we black out the windows.”

The sound of voices was louder now. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The voices sounded…
wrong.
Gurgling sounds, like a death rattle. Throaty giggling. Panting. Phlegmy growls.

The first of them entered the room. Craig’s eyes bulged. The child was naked
and hairless, including her head. She (or at least Craig assumed it was a ‘she’ from the lack of genitals hanging down) couldn’t have been more than ten years old. She was deathly pale, albino pale. Thin blue veins showed beneath her transparent skin.

But it was her fingers that drew his attention. They were
webbed, far too long and slightly curled under. Her fingernails were long and razor sharp. That and her eyes. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot.

The
rest filtered tentatively in, filling up the room. Craig counted eight of them. All had pure white skin and were naked. They were largely silent, save for the occasional throaty growl. They all shared those bloodshot eyes and curled, sharp fingernails. The age range appeared to go from newborn to fully grown adult. An older looking girl held a baby in a blanket to her chest. Wordlessly she handed it to Margaret, who instantly whipped out a saggy breast for the infant to suckle.

“
Hello darlings,” Margaret said to the terrifying group. “Please, eat. But not the girl. She’s staying with us for a while.”

Craig stared at them all in horror.
Some of them older children stood rooted to the spot, sniffing the air like wild dogs. The girl that had been holding the baby approached him. Her figure was full, and if it weren’t for the translucent skin, bald head and red eyes, she would have been beautiful.

She
sniffed his neck, making funny little growling noises deep in her throat. She sniffed her way to his arm stump.

Craig yelped in disgust when she licked it.

“Get off me!” he said in a high pitched voice he barely recognised as his own.

Another pale skinned child had joined them. This one was a lot shorter and youn
ger. Even with Craig sitting, the child barely came up to his chest. It looked up at him with wide, red eyes.

Craig screamed in terror when it opened its mouth, revealing razor sharp teeth. He tried to shuffle his chair backwards by twisting his body and digging his heels into the ground.

The majority of the children were clustered around Tim. Many hands had turned him onto his side and Craig saw his back for the first time. It was a bloody mess. He realised in horror that chunks of his spine weren’t just severed, but missing.

A couple of the younger children had crawled onto the table. One he
ld his foot like a dog with a bone between its paws. It took a bite out of the already mangled toes.

To his utter dismay, he realised Tim was laughing.

“I can’t feel you,” he said in a childish voice between giggles.

In that second, Craig envied him.

Many more mouths descended upon his friend. Craig
heard
his flesh tearing and the snap of bones, all to the backdrop of Beth’s bloodcurdling screams.

“No,” he said, finally throwing up the contents of his stomach.

The shapely young woman licking his stump proceeded to suck up the vomit from his lap. Her long, pink tongue swirled lasciviously over his thighs, edging closer towards his cock.

“No,” he said once more, chucking himself backwards.

His chair toppled over and he landed with a sickening crack on the wooden floor, the back of his head bouncing on the ground. He saw stars and his ears rung, drowning out all those horrible, horrible sounds.

Searing pain flooded his shin. Through his wildly swimming vision he saw that the short kid had taken a chunk out of his calf. It kept its face buried in the fresh
wound, sucking and slurping. The girl buried her face in his crotch and bit off his cock. The pain sent him over the edge into a black hole where nothing existed apart from an agonising downward spiral into death.

The room was getting dark now, of which he was grateful. H
is bloody cock hung out of the girl’s mouth which she chewed like a sausage, but then the view was obscured by the waterfall of blood that spurted from the place his cock had been just seconds before.

A third, ghostly white figure joined in the fun. The unspeakable pain at his crotch spread like fire to his stomach, and he felt something being tugged out of him. Through his rapidly dimming vision he glimpsed his own un
ravelling entrails.

Craig’s eyes fluttered back in his head and he felt his bowels let go. He died in the stench of his own shit as the children gorged on his flesh.

NINE MONTHS LATER.

Janet and Ben were exhausted by the time they reached The Dirty Swallow. It had been a long hike.

“I hope they’re still doing lunch, I’m starving,” Janet said to her fiancé as they reached the pub door.

“I’m sure they will. That
Bish at the B and B said they serve lunch all day.”

Janet threw her beloved fiancé a smile. He held the door open for her to enter first, but something made her hesitate, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. The old guy in the B and B had said
Hanow was a village, but how could that be with just three cottages and a pub?

She shrugged off the
bad feeling and entered the dark interior.

“Oh, hello,” said a little old lady sitting at the bar.

She looked ancient, her dyed blonde hair pulled back in a bun. She cradled a baby in her arms.

“Hello,” Janet said, going up to her. “What a beautiful baby. Is this your grandchild?”

A look passed over the old woman’s face, but just as quick it was gone again. Like she was
angry
at her for asking such a thing. But then the bright, albeit toothless smile was back in place.

“Yes, this is my grandchild. Isn’t he a beauty?”

“He sure is,” Janet said honestly, admiring the healthy, perfectly formed child. “His parents must be real lookers.”

“You’re right dear, they surely are.
”

“Are you still doing food?” Ben asked, joining Janet and smiling down at the bonny baby. “The man at the B and B where we’re staying says you do the best pub lunch in all of Cornwall.”

The old lady chuckled.

“Yes, my ‘
andsome, we surely do. We ain’t got a wide choice though, we just do one special meal a day.”

“And what is it today?” he asked.

Pork casserole. Trust me, it’s to die for.”