Blood and Sex
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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4,069
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1
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Playtime
Chapter 11 - playtime
Otis looked the two captives over, pacing back and forth in front of them. The pistol still gripped loosely in his hand.
He stopped in front of Matt, kneeling down to his level. “Tell me, Matt, you have a young woman here, while you wear a wedding band on that third finger of your left hand.”
Otis tapped his left arm with the barrel of the pistol. “But yet, she wears none, but does other jewelry.”
He stands up turning toward Lee. “Seems you’re not too keen to wearing stuff, including several other rings. So you two what were you up too?”
Lee glanced nervously over at Matt, who just glared back at her.
“I bet . . . she’s not your wife.” Ryek ripped the duct tape off her face.
“You fucking bitch.” Lee spit at her.
“You watch your mouth.” Otis stepped over and slapped Lee, hard. “No one talks to my woman like that, you whore.”
“I’m not a whore.” Lee hissed.
“Oh really?” Otis motioned at Matt with the gun. “So why you fucking a married guy?”
Lee just shrugged.
“Say it.” Lee nervously looked at Otis. “Go on, say it. Say I’m a fucking slut.”
Lee clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head. Otis pointed the gun at her.
“Say it!” His voice rouse in anger.
Lee straightened as best she could bound to the chair, stubbornly she shook her head again.
The gun’s barrel pressed against her forehead, Otis cocked the hammer, gently squeezing the trigger. “Say it or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
Lee started to cry. Tears streaming down her face.
“Oh what’s wrong? The little slut doesn’t like to be called a whore?” Ryek joined in the taunting.
Matt just sat and watched, there was nothing he could do, or would do.
“You gonna cry like a baby cause some big man tells you to say what you are?” Ryek mimicked her blubbering crying.
“I...I...I’m . . . a.. Slut.” It came out in a whisper.
“What? I can’t hear you?” Otis pressed the gun harder into her head, forcing it at an odd angle. “LOUDER!”
“I’M A SLUT!” Lee cried out, the tears flowing hard. She started crying, near hysterics.
“I like to fuck married men.” Otis eased up on the pressure of the gun.
“I fuck married men.” The words came out bold and strong through her sobs.
“Why do you do it? Why married guys?” Ryek knelt down, as if she were going to comfort her. “Single guys not good enough for ya?”
Otis took a step back. The pressure from the gun left a red mark against her forehead.
“I’ll fuck anyone to get them to like me.” Without taunts or threats, Lee spoke the truth. “I am a whore.”
The flood of tears came. Her breathing became choppy, she was in hysteria.
“Look at this asshole!” Ryek grabbed Lee’s head, forcing her to look at Matt. “Why him? He’s fat, pathetic? You can’t get another guy?”
She turned, grabbing the pistol from Otis, she whipped its barrel across Matt’s face. “Fat Fucker.”
Otis smiled as a thought crossed his mind. Taking his knife from its holster, he sliced through Matt’s shirt, ripping the separated pieces away from his body.
Matt sat looking dead ahead, not looking at anything in particular. He was at least 50 pounds overweight, with thick patches of dark hair all over his chest and back, in a sporadic pattern. The fat of his love handles hung over the belt of his jeans that was tightened way too tight. He had moles covering his shoulders, back, under arms and chest.
“Look at him, he’s like a huge, hairy ape!” Otis’s laughter filled the small cabin. “You like this ape, like to fuck this thing?”
Lee swallowed, choking back the tears and just shrugged.
Otis raised his hands in the air as if to give up. “The people of this world, who will do anything for acceptance.”
Otis looked the two captives over, pacing back and forth in front of them. The pistol still gripped loosely in his hand.
He stopped in front of Matt, kneeling down to his level. “Tell me, Matt, you have a young woman here, while you wear a wedding band on that third finger of your left hand.”
Otis tapped his left arm with the barrel of the pistol. “But yet, she wears none, but does other jewelry.”
He stands up turning toward Lee. “Seems you’re not too keen to wearing stuff, including several other rings. So you two what were you up too?”
Lee glanced nervously over at Matt, who just glared back at her.
“I bet . . . she’s not your wife.” Ryek ripped the duct tape off her face.
“You fucking bitch.” Lee spit at her.
“You watch your mouth.” Otis stepped over and slapped Lee, hard. “No one talks to my woman like that, you whore.”
“I’m not a whore.” Lee hissed.
“Oh really?” Otis motioned at Matt with the gun. “So why you fucking a married guy?”
Lee just shrugged.
“Say it.” Lee nervously looked at Otis. “Go on, say it. Say I’m a fucking slut.”
Lee clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head. Otis pointed the gun at her.
“Say it!” His voice rouse in anger.
Lee straightened as best she could bound to the chair, stubbornly she shook her head again.
The gun’s barrel pressed against her forehead, Otis cocked the hammer, gently squeezing the trigger. “Say it or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
Lee started to cry. Tears streaming down her face.
“Oh what’s wrong? The little slut doesn’t like to be called a whore?” Ryek joined in the taunting.
Matt just sat and watched, there was nothing he could do, or would do.
“You gonna cry like a baby cause some big man tells you to say what you are?” Ryek mimicked her blubbering crying.
“I...I...I’m . . . a.. Slut.” It came out in a whisper.
“What? I can’t hear you?” Otis pressed the gun harder into her head, forcing it at an odd angle. “LOUDER!”
“I’M A SLUT!” Lee cried out, the tears flowing hard. She started crying, near hysterics.
“I like to fuck married men.” Otis eased up on the pressure of the gun.
“I fuck married men.” The words came out bold and strong through her sobs.
“Why do you do it? Why married guys?” Ryek knelt down, as if she were going to comfort her. “Single guys not good enough for ya?”
Otis took a step back. The pressure from the gun left a red mark against her forehead.
“I’ll fuck anyone to get them to like me.” Without taunts or threats, Lee spoke the truth. “I am a whore.”
The flood of tears came. Her breathing became choppy, she was in hysteria.
“Look at this asshole!” Ryek grabbed Lee’s head, forcing her to look at Matt. “Why him? He’s fat, pathetic? You can’t get another guy?”
She turned, grabbing the pistol from Otis, she whipped its barrel across Matt’s face. “Fat Fucker.”
Otis smiled as a thought crossed his mind. Taking his knife from its holster, he sliced through Matt’s shirt, ripping the separated pieces away from his body.
Matt sat looking dead ahead, not looking at anything in particular. He was at least 50 pounds overweight, with thick patches of dark hair all over his chest and back, in a sporadic pattern. The fat of his love handles hung over the belt of his jeans that was tightened way too tight. He had moles covering his shoulders, back, under arms and chest.
“Look at him, he’s like a huge, hairy ape!” Otis’s laughter filled the small cabin. “You like this ape, like to fuck this thing?”
Lee swallowed, choking back the tears and just shrugged.
Otis raised his hands in the air as if to give up. “The people of this world, who will do anything for acceptance.”