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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,927
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own House of 1000 Corpses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Ok, do you really think ANYONE could really control Baby and Otis? Come one! If anyone could do it, it would be Mr. Zombie, as he created the psychopathic fuckers, but that being said, what I'm babbling about is I don't own it, don't sue, you won't get shit out of me... so, yeah, thanks :)
Alright, this is my first House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fic, but I've been a fan since the begining... litrally... we're talking back when he was showing clips at his concerts trying to get someone to show it without turning it into a PG-13 crappy little slasher fic. Aren't we all glad he didn't fold?
Anyway, this is NC-17, and contains shit that will traumatize many. If you have a problem with incest, blood play, S&M, rape, and some other stuff I haven't even thought of yet... really, you have a problem ith that? And you like the movie? Erm, anyway... yeah, if you have issues with any of this stuff, then be warned, I will be diving into this particularly naughty smut pool head first. If you aren't one of these people, read on. If you are, RUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you for your patience with my babbling.
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Biting Back
Chapter One
It occurred to Baby as the sun shone brightly in her face and she yet again found herself helpless against its evil waking brightness that the quote she had heard once upon a time might not be so true after all... that one she had seen on a keychain at some gas station she had liked so much... something about some mornings it not being worth chewing through the leather straps.
She was beginning to contemplate doing just that when her captor emerged from the bathroom, a glass of water in his hand and an amused smirk on his face.
She gave him a surly, yet somehow sultry pout and his grin widened further. She also noticed something in his underwear jerked and she hid a grin. It wasn't a sight she was unused to seeing. Though he definitely loved her like a big brother, sometimes his urges, which had always been more animalistic than anyones she'd ever known in every respect, responded to her as a female, and a damned attractive one, if she did say so herself.
She always got a kick out of giving guys hard-ons, but she found getting that reaction out of Otis particularly entertaining. While he always played it up that he'd fuck anyone and anything, pulse optional, the truth of the matter that the thing that really got him going was that it was up to him. Whether it was the power of the kill, the choice to purchase a hooker for the night and do with her whatever he pleased, the fact remained that it was all in his control, and nothing turned Otis on more than power.
But Baby knew that if he had the choice, his dick wouldn't respond to her, and it was as simple as that. He didn't have any problem using her as bait, and he certainly acknowledged that she was a hot piece of ass, but that was as far as it went, at least on a conscious level, and at least as far as she knew.
But despite all of this, she had seen him jerk in response to her on several occasions, whether he liked it or not. And the fact remained that Baby was like her brother in many ways, and enjoying the power over someone else was certainly no exception. And that little bit of power when she was currently rendered so weak was a comfort, if not a kick.
Seeming not to notice the sudden stirring in his briefs, Otis sauntered slowly toward the bed, his grin at that wide, shit-eating level that she thought was cute as a button at times, and grated on her nerves to no ends at others.
"Sun in your eyes, Baby?" he crowed in mock-concern, the smirk brightening further. This was one of those times it was gonna start to get on her nerves, and quick. She decided to cut to the chase.
"Come on Otis, let me go, I've been like this all night. My arms are tired," she ended her little plea with the slight little girl whine that always seemed to get to him.
His grin remained firmly in place. "Ah, well, Baby, now see you should have thought of that before you went runnin' that cute little mouth of yours last night," he said in a mock-sweet tone that made her pout further as he sat on the edge of the bed.
She sighed heavily. Apparently he was going to need more. As if her ego hadn't suffered enough the night before. "Come on Otis," she whined in a petulant tone, trying one last ditch attempt at sympathy, "I've been tied to this goddamned bed all night. My wrists are rubbed raw."
He leaned over her form, slipping a rough finger beneath the twine he had used to tie her hands in a crossed position above her head the night before. Her wrists were raw, as she had said, red and chafed and incredibly sensitive. She shivered, her pout merging with a bit of a sneer. He chuckled a bit at her reaction.
"All right, all right, I'll let you go."
She looked hopeful.
"On one condition."
Her frown returned.
He ran a finger down her cheek bone, his grin taking on a familiar sinister look that still gave her a little jolt after all these years, before stating in a matter-of-fact voice that did little to hide his pleasure, "beg".
She snarled at his near command, wanting to smack the smirk clear off his face. Yeah, it had reached that irritating point.
She debated for a few minutes, tugging on her restraints. Dammit, why had she gone and said that shit last night? It had seemed innocent enough, a little heckling of the older brother, but when she had cast that final jab ("Aw, big brother, it's not your fault you can't whip me anymore, you've just turned into a big PUSSY cat over the years") she'd immediately known she'd crossed a line. So they'd gotten into a game of chicken with cigarettes, then knives, and that had led to an old-fashioned wrestling match that most brothers and sisters outgrew by the age of ten, and sure enough, he'd pinned her with ease, much to her dismay. But that wasn't the end of it. She had insulted not just his masculinity, but his status as her big, bad older brother. For that she'd have to pay but good. So, here she was, tied tight to his head board, shoulders sore, wrists aching, and with little choice but to lower herself to begging to get out of it.
"Otis," she began through gritted teeth, "please let m-"
"ah-ah-ah," he cut her off, "make it sweet or you're skippin' dinner."
She cussed him indirectly for a few minutes, causing him massive amusement. She thought about calling Ma, but knew it would do for shit. She always refused to get in between their little "squabbles". It'd be one thing if it was someone else, but she knew damned well Otis wouldn't REALLY hurt Baby, so she always had just left them to their own devices.
Baby was just hitching a sigh when an idea occurred to her. It took everything in her power to hide a smirk of her own. And power was the perfect word. She'd give in, but not without incorporating the little bit of control she still had over him.
She gave him her trademark pout, this one more genuine and seductive than the one she traditionally fell back on, her voice dropping to a low, cooing purr as she whimpered out, "Come on big brother, I'm so sore... help your little sister out." She darted her eyes up to look at him from beneath her light, long eyelashes, her powder blue eyes taking on a coercing edge. She noticed his smirk falter and was on the sign of weakness like a lion on a wounded antelope.
"Please," she whined in a low, desperate tone, wriggling a bit in her constraints, further mussing his already messy sheets, "please Otis I need you to help me out, I can't do it on my own..." she let out a soft little gasping coo, pretending as if the restraints had rubbed her the wrong way but sounding more like her jeans had rubbed her the right way.
Otis' underwear suddenly appeared far too tight and his grin had all but disappeared. His breathing sounded ragged and it reminded her of how he sounded after finishing with a particularly feisty victim.
"Good enough," he rasped out, quickly untying her and nearly chuking her out of his room.
Once his door was closed shut behind her, she allowed a self-satisfied smirk to spread across her face, "Looks like I won after all big brother," she muttered, pleased, before sauntering downstairs to fix herself some breakfast.
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Well, hope you enjoyed it. More will come soon. Reviews feed the creative fuel, so feedback and constructive critisism is more than welcome... constructive, as in not "OMG Otis and Baby TOGATHER! EWWW!!!!"... yeah, don't do that.
Thanks all,
Jenel
~*
Alright, this is my first House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fic, but I've been a fan since the begining... litrally... we're talking back when he was showing clips at his concerts trying to get someone to show it without turning it into a PG-13 crappy little slasher fic. Aren't we all glad he didn't fold?
Anyway, this is NC-17, and contains shit that will traumatize many. If you have a problem with incest, blood play, S&M, rape, and some other stuff I haven't even thought of yet... really, you have a problem ith that? And you like the movie? Erm, anyway... yeah, if you have issues with any of this stuff, then be warned, I will be diving into this particularly naughty smut pool head first. If you aren't one of these people, read on. If you are, RUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you for your patience with my babbling.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Biting Back
Chapter One
It occurred to Baby as the sun shone brightly in her face and she yet again found herself helpless against its evil waking brightness that the quote she had heard once upon a time might not be so true after all... that one she had seen on a keychain at some gas station she had liked so much... something about some mornings it not being worth chewing through the leather straps.
She was beginning to contemplate doing just that when her captor emerged from the bathroom, a glass of water in his hand and an amused smirk on his face.
She gave him a surly, yet somehow sultry pout and his grin widened further. She also noticed something in his underwear jerked and she hid a grin. It wasn't a sight she was unused to seeing. Though he definitely loved her like a big brother, sometimes his urges, which had always been more animalistic than anyones she'd ever known in every respect, responded to her as a female, and a damned attractive one, if she did say so herself.
She always got a kick out of giving guys hard-ons, but she found getting that reaction out of Otis particularly entertaining. While he always played it up that he'd fuck anyone and anything, pulse optional, the truth of the matter that the thing that really got him going was that it was up to him. Whether it was the power of the kill, the choice to purchase a hooker for the night and do with her whatever he pleased, the fact remained that it was all in his control, and nothing turned Otis on more than power.
But Baby knew that if he had the choice, his dick wouldn't respond to her, and it was as simple as that. He didn't have any problem using her as bait, and he certainly acknowledged that she was a hot piece of ass, but that was as far as it went, at least on a conscious level, and at least as far as she knew.
But despite all of this, she had seen him jerk in response to her on several occasions, whether he liked it or not. And the fact remained that Baby was like her brother in many ways, and enjoying the power over someone else was certainly no exception. And that little bit of power when she was currently rendered so weak was a comfort, if not a kick.
Seeming not to notice the sudden stirring in his briefs, Otis sauntered slowly toward the bed, his grin at that wide, shit-eating level that she thought was cute as a button at times, and grated on her nerves to no ends at others.
"Sun in your eyes, Baby?" he crowed in mock-concern, the smirk brightening further. This was one of those times it was gonna start to get on her nerves, and quick. She decided to cut to the chase.
"Come on Otis, let me go, I've been like this all night. My arms are tired," she ended her little plea with the slight little girl whine that always seemed to get to him.
His grin remained firmly in place. "Ah, well, Baby, now see you should have thought of that before you went runnin' that cute little mouth of yours last night," he said in a mock-sweet tone that made her pout further as he sat on the edge of the bed.
She sighed heavily. Apparently he was going to need more. As if her ego hadn't suffered enough the night before. "Come on Otis," she whined in a petulant tone, trying one last ditch attempt at sympathy, "I've been tied to this goddamned bed all night. My wrists are rubbed raw."
He leaned over her form, slipping a rough finger beneath the twine he had used to tie her hands in a crossed position above her head the night before. Her wrists were raw, as she had said, red and chafed and incredibly sensitive. She shivered, her pout merging with a bit of a sneer. He chuckled a bit at her reaction.
"All right, all right, I'll let you go."
She looked hopeful.
"On one condition."
Her frown returned.
He ran a finger down her cheek bone, his grin taking on a familiar sinister look that still gave her a little jolt after all these years, before stating in a matter-of-fact voice that did little to hide his pleasure, "beg".
She snarled at his near command, wanting to smack the smirk clear off his face. Yeah, it had reached that irritating point.
She debated for a few minutes, tugging on her restraints. Dammit, why had she gone and said that shit last night? It had seemed innocent enough, a little heckling of the older brother, but when she had cast that final jab ("Aw, big brother, it's not your fault you can't whip me anymore, you've just turned into a big PUSSY cat over the years") she'd immediately known she'd crossed a line. So they'd gotten into a game of chicken with cigarettes, then knives, and that had led to an old-fashioned wrestling match that most brothers and sisters outgrew by the age of ten, and sure enough, he'd pinned her with ease, much to her dismay. But that wasn't the end of it. She had insulted not just his masculinity, but his status as her big, bad older brother. For that she'd have to pay but good. So, here she was, tied tight to his head board, shoulders sore, wrists aching, and with little choice but to lower herself to begging to get out of it.
"Otis," she began through gritted teeth, "please let m-"
"ah-ah-ah," he cut her off, "make it sweet or you're skippin' dinner."
She cussed him indirectly for a few minutes, causing him massive amusement. She thought about calling Ma, but knew it would do for shit. She always refused to get in between their little "squabbles". It'd be one thing if it was someone else, but she knew damned well Otis wouldn't REALLY hurt Baby, so she always had just left them to their own devices.
Baby was just hitching a sigh when an idea occurred to her. It took everything in her power to hide a smirk of her own. And power was the perfect word. She'd give in, but not without incorporating the little bit of control she still had over him.
She gave him her trademark pout, this one more genuine and seductive than the one she traditionally fell back on, her voice dropping to a low, cooing purr as she whimpered out, "Come on big brother, I'm so sore... help your little sister out." She darted her eyes up to look at him from beneath her light, long eyelashes, her powder blue eyes taking on a coercing edge. She noticed his smirk falter and was on the sign of weakness like a lion on a wounded antelope.
"Please," she whined in a low, desperate tone, wriggling a bit in her constraints, further mussing his already messy sheets, "please Otis I need you to help me out, I can't do it on my own..." she let out a soft little gasping coo, pretending as if the restraints had rubbed her the wrong way but sounding more like her jeans had rubbed her the right way.
Otis' underwear suddenly appeared far too tight and his grin had all but disappeared. His breathing sounded ragged and it reminded her of how he sounded after finishing with a particularly feisty victim.
"Good enough," he rasped out, quickly untying her and nearly chuking her out of his room.
Once his door was closed shut behind her, she allowed a self-satisfied smirk to spread across her face, "Looks like I won after all big brother," she muttered, pleased, before sauntering downstairs to fix herself some breakfast.
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Well, hope you enjoyed it. More will come soon. Reviews feed the creative fuel, so feedback and constructive critisism is more than welcome... constructive, as in not "OMG Otis and Baby TOGATHER! EWWW!!!!"... yeah, don't do that.
Thanks all,
Jenel
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