Blood and Sex
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,067
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1
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Matt and Lee
Chapter 9 - Matt and Lee
He hated waiting. He had been sitting in his truck, waiting, for what seemed hours, but in reality was only about 15 minutes.
He was waiting for his mistress. She was taking her sweet time talking to everyone at the department, though he knew those she talked to couldn’t stand her. Always whining about why people didn’t like her and so on and so forth.
He couldn’t stand her either but she was an easy piece of ass. Not that pretty, just easy. It was only about the sex.
His wife and kids were planning on going to see her parents for the weekend, he had lied and said he couldn’t get the time off from work. Instead he had, as well as his mistress.
He knew of a cabin in the woods, oddly enough in the same area of the state as where his wife and kids would be, that they could spend a couple of days away. Then he would leave and go join his family for his days off.
Finally he saw her coming out the backdoor. He flashed his lights, letting her know he was there across the street. She nonchalantly made her way over to him. He watched her slowly approach. She was dressed in too tight jeans, and a western shirt.
God he hated the way she dressed, too tomboyish for him.
“Bout time you came out.” He started the engine and backed out.
“Fuck off Matt, I had to talk to someone.” Her hick accent flaring out.
He loved her. Or at least that’s what he said. In fact more than anything else in the world, hell even his wife and two very young kids. Tonight he was going to tell her he was leaving his wife.
“So where are we going?” Lee turned toward him, trying to look sexy.
Matt glanced over at her, smiling. She wore too much make up and was obsessed with her looks. His eyes traveled down her body. She was underweight, jealousy over a co worker who was naturally thin had dragged her down into becoming an anorexic.
“It’s a secret, but you’ll love it.”
During the few hour drive, she rambled on and on about work, how she hated this certain co worker and how she wanted to get even with her, why now one at work seemed to like her very much, etc, etc.
He tried to ignore her, instead his thoughts wandered toward the upcoming weekend. Hopefully
It was one thing he couldn’t stand about her, always talking in that monotone, hick accent. God he hated it.
That and she was truly a bitch. No wonder no one seemed to like her. The only way she could get people to like her was through sex. She had taken over the title of the new slut at work.
Finally he spotted the turn off. A small dirt road hidden amongst the trees. If you weren’t looking for it you would have missed it.
It was dusk, dark enough for lights but yet you could still see some what.
The little one room cabin was nestled amongst a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. No one else around for miles. He had found it a few years before and bought it, unknowingly by his wife and family. He used it for his weekend retreats whenever she was out of town, to bring whatever woman was his current mistress at the moment.
Most often afterwards he gave them the boot, never talking to them again. But this one was different. He wanted to be with her, for ever. He knew eventually he would get tired of her and find another mistress but then he could go home to her afterwards and she was so dense she wouldn’t know anything about his secret life.
The tires of the Ford pick up crunched on the gravel of the drive. He spotted a pale glow from inside the cabin, more likely a friend of his had left a lamp burning.
Dumb ass could have burned the place down. He kept his thoughts to himself, she was rattling on once more.
“So what do you think?” Matt turned off the engine and looked at her.
“It’s nice.”
He leaned over and planted a kiss on her painted lips.
“It’s not much but it’s away.”
They climbed out of the truck and headed for the door. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the woods and fresh air.
God he loved it out here.
The door was unlocked. His eagerness to get her into bed didn’t notice the pry marks on the door jamb as he went past on his way inside.
The lit lamp was sitting on the table just inside the door. A nap sack sat by the counter. He reached for the lamp just as Lee called out.
“Matt . . . ” He glanced in her direction bringing the lantern around.
The bed wasn’t empty. Two people, naked, were cuddled up on the small cot.
The woman, with her long blonde hair was in front. She had cuts and bruises on her face and body. She was laying on her back. The man who looked older, had his arm draped across her bare stomach. He was naked as well, but in better shape than she was.
They both appeared to be sound asleep.
“Fuck me.” Matt angrily stepped toward them.
Fuck if he was going to let two hobos camp out in his cabin.
The woman’s eyes opened up lazily. But she was wide awake.
Without warning, she sprang, catching Matt off guard. She slammed him down, knocking him senseless. On her feet now she turned on the other woman, an evil grin on her face.
The taller woman tried to act tough.
“Get away from me you bitch or I’ll hit you.”
“You’ll fucking hit me?” She laughed at the stupid remark.
With one punch, Lee was down, slumped against the opposite wall. Out cold.
A gun seemingly appearing out of thin air, was pointed at Matt still on the ground, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind.
“Fucking move and I’ll blow your brains out.” Ryek held the gun steady. “But that would take out all the fun.”
A clapping sound came from behind her, she glanced to her side.
Otis was sitting up on his elbows, his nakedness showing for the world now. Watching nonchalantly grinning with satisfaction, still clapping.
“Well done my girl, well done.”
He hated waiting. He had been sitting in his truck, waiting, for what seemed hours, but in reality was only about 15 minutes.
He was waiting for his mistress. She was taking her sweet time talking to everyone at the department, though he knew those she talked to couldn’t stand her. Always whining about why people didn’t like her and so on and so forth.
He couldn’t stand her either but she was an easy piece of ass. Not that pretty, just easy. It was only about the sex.
His wife and kids were planning on going to see her parents for the weekend, he had lied and said he couldn’t get the time off from work. Instead he had, as well as his mistress.
He knew of a cabin in the woods, oddly enough in the same area of the state as where his wife and kids would be, that they could spend a couple of days away. Then he would leave and go join his family for his days off.
Finally he saw her coming out the backdoor. He flashed his lights, letting her know he was there across the street. She nonchalantly made her way over to him. He watched her slowly approach. She was dressed in too tight jeans, and a western shirt.
God he hated the way she dressed, too tomboyish for him.
“Bout time you came out.” He started the engine and backed out.
“Fuck off Matt, I had to talk to someone.” Her hick accent flaring out.
He loved her. Or at least that’s what he said. In fact more than anything else in the world, hell even his wife and two very young kids. Tonight he was going to tell her he was leaving his wife.
“So where are we going?” Lee turned toward him, trying to look sexy.
Matt glanced over at her, smiling. She wore too much make up and was obsessed with her looks. His eyes traveled down her body. She was underweight, jealousy over a co worker who was naturally thin had dragged her down into becoming an anorexic.
“It’s a secret, but you’ll love it.”
During the few hour drive, she rambled on and on about work, how she hated this certain co worker and how she wanted to get even with her, why now one at work seemed to like her very much, etc, etc.
He tried to ignore her, instead his thoughts wandered toward the upcoming weekend. Hopefully
It was one thing he couldn’t stand about her, always talking in that monotone, hick accent. God he hated it.
That and she was truly a bitch. No wonder no one seemed to like her. The only way she could get people to like her was through sex. She had taken over the title of the new slut at work.
Finally he spotted the turn off. A small dirt road hidden amongst the trees. If you weren’t looking for it you would have missed it.
It was dusk, dark enough for lights but yet you could still see some what.
The little one room cabin was nestled amongst a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. No one else around for miles. He had found it a few years before and bought it, unknowingly by his wife and family. He used it for his weekend retreats whenever she was out of town, to bring whatever woman was his current mistress at the moment.
Most often afterwards he gave them the boot, never talking to them again. But this one was different. He wanted to be with her, for ever. He knew eventually he would get tired of her and find another mistress but then he could go home to her afterwards and she was so dense she wouldn’t know anything about his secret life.
The tires of the Ford pick up crunched on the gravel of the drive. He spotted a pale glow from inside the cabin, more likely a friend of his had left a lamp burning.
Dumb ass could have burned the place down. He kept his thoughts to himself, she was rattling on once more.
“So what do you think?” Matt turned off the engine and looked at her.
“It’s nice.”
He leaned over and planted a kiss on her painted lips.
“It’s not much but it’s away.”
They climbed out of the truck and headed for the door. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the woods and fresh air.
God he loved it out here.
The door was unlocked. His eagerness to get her into bed didn’t notice the pry marks on the door jamb as he went past on his way inside.
The lit lamp was sitting on the table just inside the door. A nap sack sat by the counter. He reached for the lamp just as Lee called out.
“Matt . . . ” He glanced in her direction bringing the lantern around.
The bed wasn’t empty. Two people, naked, were cuddled up on the small cot.
The woman, with her long blonde hair was in front. She had cuts and bruises on her face and body. She was laying on her back. The man who looked older, had his arm draped across her bare stomach. He was naked as well, but in better shape than she was.
They both appeared to be sound asleep.
“Fuck me.” Matt angrily stepped toward them.
Fuck if he was going to let two hobos camp out in his cabin.
The woman’s eyes opened up lazily. But she was wide awake.
Without warning, she sprang, catching Matt off guard. She slammed him down, knocking him senseless. On her feet now she turned on the other woman, an evil grin on her face.
The taller woman tried to act tough.
“Get away from me you bitch or I’ll hit you.”
“You’ll fucking hit me?” She laughed at the stupid remark.
With one punch, Lee was down, slumped against the opposite wall. Out cold.
A gun seemingly appearing out of thin air, was pointed at Matt still on the ground, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind.
“Fucking move and I’ll blow your brains out.” Ryek held the gun steady. “But that would take out all the fun.”
A clapping sound came from behind her, she glanced to her side.
Otis was sitting up on his elbows, his nakedness showing for the world now. Watching nonchalantly grinning with satisfaction, still clapping.
“Well done my girl, well done.”