Killin' Time

Title: Killin' Time
Author: Sandoz Driftwood
Summary: Sex and violence, need I say more?
Rating: Mature readers only, I'd recommend 17 and up lol
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Baby, Otis, Dr. Satan
Author’s notes: This takes place in the early 70's when Angel Baby and Otis strike off on their own, killing and having adventures.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything House of 1000 Corpses or The Devil's Rejects and am not making any money off this. This story is hardcore, people, enter at your own risk!

"Let me get this straight," went Baby as her brain tried to work this out. "We're going to Maryland to kill Lisa's husband? Why the hell would we do that for her? She can't be that good in bed!"

Otis didn't see it as doing the elfin cult leader a favor so much as eliminating a possible rival for Lisa's favors and tried to explain it to his companion. They'd spent the last several weeks killing targets and making pornography, along with ranching and tear-assing around the countryside. "All right. Comin out here was my idea, so we'll go. Maybe I can play with him a while before we do it, heh."

Soloman came to see her while she was packing. His long black hair was greasy as per usual, setting off his light skin and dark, mysterious eyes. "Have a good trip," he told her. "I'll miss you."

"Aww," drawled Baby, sitting in his lap on her bed. "It'll only be a few days. Otis loves to travel, anyways."

"I think I might miss that creepassed guy, too," he chuckled.

"Hahahaha, he'll kill you when yer back's turned."

"Probably."


"Wow--it's so flat," Baby said, staring out the car window. The sky went down to the water and met it, blending into a muted background which didn't seem to end. Otis laughed and informed her the northeast coast was like that in places. When they stopped the car she got out and sniffed the cool sea breeze. Being summertime it was plenty warm, but not as hot as what she was used to. She put on one of Otis' ratty flannel shirts as the evening drew on. She fished out the piece of paper with Bobby's address on it and helped Otis to locate the residence--a mid-size two-storey house, older but well kept, sitting some distance outside of the suburbs, but they put on their snazzy new silencers anyway. Better safe than sorry.

They considered how to get in; Lisa's estranged husband may not be living alone. Little did they know that was the case, and that he was expecting them as well. They were accosted whilst attempting to slip in an upstairs window--a whole contingent of women brandishing automatic guns. It seems Bobby has a host of Amazon guards at his call. Both intruders hit the floor rolling, barely evading the rapid fire, and Otis lost his rifle. It went skittering across the hard floor out of his reach. Cursing he goes for his handgun--Angel Baby was already returning fire. He finally got a gander at how many: eight tough-looking broads wielding heavy firepower.

"Fuckballs!," the pasty man growls, putting two bullets in a black woman's head, then scooting along the ground to get her weapon. Baby nailed another but the hail of lead was too much. The man overturned a massive wooden table and beckoned Baby to get behind it. Unbelievably quick she dives headfirst behind it and reloads while the shooting never lets up. The table wouldn't hold out long against the fire being directed at it. Otis reached in his belt pouch and with a flip of his slender wrist lets fly a smoke bomb the guardwomen's way. Coughing and swearing could soon be heard which was the demonic duo's cue to rush them. Baby clobbered a lady in the head and Otis put a few rounds in a woman's formerly pretty face, ending her looks and her life all at once.

Acute pain ripped through Otis' forearm, he looked down and saw a big hole leaking blood in his arm. He was too hyped up to feel a lot at the moment and just looked at it for a moment disjointedly. Then red rage engulfed him and he cracked the skull of his next opponent, drew his knife and plunged it in the neck of another. Baby sprayed the last one with lead and kicked her corpse for good measure. "Yer bleedin! How bad is it?," Baby asks, concerned.

"Dunno yet, bullet's still in there I think," he says. The girl rips the bottom of the shirt she was wearing and ties it around the wound.

"Hey, that's my shirt," he objects. The wildeyed madman's breathing was coming in ragged gasps. The smoke wasn't helping any either.

"I think your arm is a bit more important, monkeynuts," she shoots back.

"I doubt if that's all the surprise in store for us today," he tells his companion. "Lisa's gonna get it when I get back..."

Several bodies entered the room, scanning the carnage with growing alarm. One man's dark eyes finally rest on the only two standing, a platinum-haired serpent and a dark-haired vixen sporting a big gun. "What the Jesus...Lisa sent you, didn't she? That whore!" The man ran his hand through shoulder-length blond hair irritatedly. He peers through the dissipating smoke and declares, "She sent you two bozos?? She must be hard-up for help!" He orders his men to kill them.

A crony goes down with a knife in his gut, gurgling and goggle-eyed. Another woman goes down with a switchblade across the throat courtesy of Baby. Scarlet is splashed liberally all over the well-furnished room and before long the only one left standing is Bobby, who just glares at them defiantly. "Well, I'm sure you were paid enough, so go ahead an' do it!," he spits.

"Just for this," Otis says slowly and deliberately, brandishing his bleeding arm. "You ain't gettin' a quick an' easy death, bitch." Baby and Otis look at one another, and evil, vile little grins spread like scrambled eggs across their faces.

"Do yer worst," challenges Bobby.

Baby aims her handgun and fires, blowing out his right kneecap. He screams and drops like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing. Otis then shoots his left thigh, sending him writhing and sobbing in a growing pool of crimson. He eventually flops on his back, breathing and moaning. "How'd that feel, bitch?," taunts Otis, stooping over their victim. He brings his rugged face close to the other man's smooth, fair one and hisses, "Just know that before yer corpse is cold, I'll be fuckin that pretty little wife of yours. Her copper eyes will be squeezed shut as I'm givin it to her, ridin her like a wild stallion on a mare in heat," he bent further until his full lips are almost touching Bobby's ear. "I just want you know how I'm gonna fuck her b'fore I send her to hell to join ya, so ye won't be alone long. But first, yer gonna bleed, pretty boy. Oh yes, yer gonna bleed..."

The pair take turns cutting and stabbing him with their blades, but making sure not fatally. The screaming stops and after a while all Bobby can do is moan and whimper. Otis kicks him in the ass and cackles, seating himself in a plush chair to catch his breath and watch him bleed. "Hey Otis, some o' these chicks are still alive," warbles Angel, indicating two guards. "Lemme get that slug outta you before we play," she tells her foster brother, producing a set of tweezers and a hip flask of whiskey out of her pocket.

Fifteen minutes and half a bottle of liquor later Baby finished up administering to Otis who was still swearing and growling, a nice bandage they'd found downstairs on his wounded forearm. They checked on Bobby, who was still alive but losing a lot of blood.

The two Amazons awoke in the master bedroom of the house, Bobby's bedroom. Tina, the first one, opened blue eyes and rubbed her aching head. Her movement stirred the other one who sprang up, confused. "You two just settle down now," admonished a strange-lookng man's gravelly voice. "We got lots o' time to spend together," he continued menacingly, holding a machine gun on them. A dark-haired woman beside him giggled, her gun also trained on them. "Now you got one chance to get outta this alive," he tells them.

"Just do everthing we say, and we'll let you go. We done got our target," the woman pipes up.

Allie, the one who'd jumped up, considers whether they should try to fight their way out of the situation--Tina shakes her head no at her. The two assasins clearly had the upper hand. "Strip," orders the man. Hestitantly they begin doffing their clothes, dark severe suits that broadcasted they meant business. Underneath they were strong and muscled, but still very apparently female, rounded breasts and buttocks bare to the world now. "Ok, you," Otis indicated the brown haired Tina. "Eat her pussy." They expressed confusion, first looking at each other then at their captor. "Eat her pussy, dammit! Eat it like it's Gramma's homemade cherry pie! You wanna live or what?!"

Allie awkwardly lays down on the bed, cheeks reddening, and Tina kneels in the floor and puts her face between her fellow guard's legs. Slowly she begins licking, burning shame filling her whole body. "Do it like ya mean it!," cheers Baby, nostrils flaring with excitement.

"Squeeze her tits, bitch, come on!," calls Otis, cocking the gun. Tina, still lapping and whimpering, reaches up to fondle Allie's full breast. She lay there and stared up at the ceiling while the other woman's tongue probed her, eyes welling up with tears. Would she get out of this? What kinda sick shit will she be forced to do? "Spread yore legs," he tells Tina, who complies. "There we go...now put yer fingers in her...yeah, make her wet." To her horror, she finds she really is getting wet, her body automatically responding to what was being done to it. Otis whoops and Baby giggles, pleased with their fun. Then he commands Tina to put her whole fist in Allie and she refuses. "You would-be Amazon slut!," cries Otis, backhanding the lady, sending her to the floor. He was close enough for Allie to kick him which she does with all her might, bruising his ribs. He unloads the gun into her body at point-blank range, ripping her to shreds. The other guard had rushed Baby, blacking her eye and struggling over the gun with her. Baby finally shoves her away and Otis clocks her in the head.

He undoes his pouches and belt, then unbuttons his pants. Baby watches while Otis penetrates the unconscious girl until she gets so hot and bothered, she goes to see if there are any men left alive. Sadly, there weren't. She'd just have to tell Otis not to kill the girl until she pleasured her. Otis' grunts and moans drifted from across the hall, followed by squeals--it seems the female had come to. When Otis got off Baby re-entered the room, held a gun to the abused guard's head and says, "Now you get to eat my pussy," she steps out of her jeans and removes her shirt.

The slender monster wanders downstairs to find something to eat, discovers some Jiffy-pop, and within a few minutes was back upstairs eating popcorn and observing Bobby struggle for life. Shouts and screams could be discerned from Bobby's bedroom as Baby enthusiatically fucks and tortures the poor remaining guardwoman.

*blam* The unfortunate woman's suffering and humiliation was now over. Bobby was choking on his own blood and bile by now, but still hanging on to life. Baby struts naked into the room, spattered with blood and fluid and sporting the shiner that Tina had given her, languid contentment on her features. "He still alive?"

"Yep. Want some popcorn?"

"Yeah!," she runs over and grabs a handful.