Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) (4 page)

Chapter 9

     Marty looked around the shed. All five of the assholes were staring at him looking horrified. They’d never grabbed this many folks at once. The most they’d had was four and two of them had been  kids. He couldn’t remember which one used which screen name but it didn’t matter.

     “So, you all are probably wondering why you’re here,” Marty said.

     “Who the fuck are you?” the younger guy said. His name was Herb or Herbert or something like that.

     “I’m Marty. You all might know me as M.C. McDougal.” As he said the name, recognition immediately showed in each of their faces. After a minute, the looked turned to sheer and utter horror. They knew what they had done and why they were here.

     “Oh, see?” he said. “You all know what you did.”

     “What’d they do Marty?” Cletus asked.

     “I fuckin’ told you what they did.”

     “Oh. Right.”

     “So. No one says that kinda shit about me, my book, or my Mama. Some lessons need to be learned here,” Marty said.

     “Look please? Don’t take it personal. We can re-write the reviews! All of us can! Can’t we guys?” the girl named April said.

     Marty looked around at the rest of them nodding in agreement. He laughed at their sudden urge to please him.

     “Oh. So you all say I should kill myself or someone should kill my Ma, but now you all just gonna go fix it? Is that right?”

     “Who said they were going to kill your mom?” Herbert asked.

     “One of you assholes did. But it don’t matter. All of you insulted me. You apparently don’t understand true literary genius when you read it. Yet I bet you all just love crap like Stephen King.”

     “Are you fucking kidding?” Don said as Marty turned to face him. “Stephen King? He is the modern day master of horror. You are nothing but some inbred, backwoods hill rat. I mean, did you write it on a typewriter? By hand? Look at this place. And the smell.”

     Marty walked over to Don and punched him in the nose. Don grunted as blood squirted from his nose while his head snapped back.

     “You need to shut the fuck up, pops. You’ll get yours soon enough.”

     “Hey Marty,” Cletus said standing by the black girl, Brenda. “You ain’t never done a black girl before have ya?”

     “You know. I don’t think I have.”

     “Get the fuck away from me!” Brenda screamed.

     “Go ahead and bring her over here.”

     Cletus bent down and cut her loose. She tried to run, but one big elbow from Cletus sent her flying to the ground. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the large table in the center. Though she kicked and struggled, they restrained her using the straps on each corner. Marty bent down between her legs.

     “Would ya look at that? Black girls still got pink cooters. Isn’t that some shit.” Marty said.

     “I figured it’d be all black.”

     “I mean, it’s darker. But still looks pink when I pull her lips open.” He took his fingers and spread her lips apart as Cletus looked in as well. Brenda continued to scream and struggle.

     “Well I’ll be damned. You’re right.”

     “Leave me alone! Get your hands off me!” Brenda screamed, but they ignored her. Marty undid his pants and let them drop around his ankles. He was already hard, though his pecker wasn’t the biggest. It was actually pretty small. This was something he was quite aware of, but not much he could do about it. He climbed onto the table and mounted Brenda, humping away on her with a crazed smile on his face.

     “What’s goin’ on in here?” Ma called from the doorway.

     Marty froze mid thrust and turned his head.

     “Uh, hey Ma.”

     “Marty! Why you humpin’ that colored girl?” Ma asked.

     “Help me! Please make him stop!” Brenda screamed from under Marty.

     “I never had me a colored girl mama. Her cooter feels pretty good too. I was afraid it would feel funny, but it hasn’t hurt my pecker none.”

     “Well I want you boys to have some fun. You did a lot of work last night. So go ahead,” Ma said.

     Marty went back to humping. Her cooter did feel really good; she was nice and tight. It was rare for him to find a cooter tight enough to please his little pecker. The girl kept wiggling and squirming but that almost made it all more fun. Strangely enough, he got harder since his Ma had come in. It was kind of exciting to have her watch. That probably wasn’t normal, he didn’t care. Fun was fun.

     “You gonna let yer brother have a turn Marty?” Ma asked.

     “As soon as I’m done.”

     “Well hurry up. We don’t got all day,” she said as she turned to Cletus. “Go ahead Cletus and get yer pecker out.”

     Cletus dropped his pants and whipped it out. Just like everything else on Cletus, his pecker was big. Ma took it in her hand and started stroking it, making it even bigger.

     “Damn Ma,” Cletus said. “That feels purdy good.”

     “Of course it does. I know how to handle me a pecker.” She turned to the side and looked around the room. “You ladies see this here? You’re all gonna get a good taste of this big ol’ piece a meat. You all should be happy we brought you here. You’ll finally get to feel a real man,” she said.

     “Careful Ma, you’re gonna make me squirt pecker snot!” Cletus protested.

     “Just tryin’ ta warm ya up son. Try an control yerself.”

     Finally, Marty let out a loud groan as his body tensed, his pecker snot shooting deep inside Brenda. She shrieked as he squeezed out every drop and climbed down. He looked at his Ma and Cletus with a big smile on his face.

     “There you go! All yers!”

Chapter 10

     Brenda could barely feel Marty inside of her, but he was so small; his dick would slide out and as he’d thrust it back in. He’d miss the hole, slamming his tiny dick against her pussy, sending a bolt of pain through her body. He also smelled like rotten fish, beer, and ass. It was strange, because it was three distinctive smells. Then there was his breath, and she couldn’t even place that rancid odor. All she could think of was how these idiots were able to sneak up on her in the shower. If only she’d heard them coming, or double locked her door, she wouldn’t be here now getting raped by this asshole.

     The big one was even more terrifying. He acted like a huge child. The guy must have had the brain capacity of a ten year old, but looked like he could be an NFL linebacker. When Cletus’ mom started jacking him off, that was almost more than Brenda could take. She closed her eyes, trying to take her mind to some other time and place, a place where none of this was happening. It had started to work until she heard Marty say: “You’re turn!”

     She opened her eyes and saw Cletus leaning over her on the table. He was positioned between her legs, his penis fully erect. As soon as she saw it she screamed. His dick was huge and malformed. The thing had to be at least ten inches long and it looked like a trailer hitch on the end. The head was huge and round like a baseball and his whole shaft was covered in warts and bumps. Some of them looked red and bloody, as if he picked at them regularly.

     “Get that fucking thing away from me!” she screamed. “Get it away!” She kicked and bucked so hard the restraints cut into her wrists. She didn’t care. There was no way she was letting this animal rape her. Cletus was so strong though, he just had to lean forward and thrust his disgusting cock inside her. As it entered her, she felt herself stretching out like never before. When he started thrusting, she felt like a jack hammer was hitting her in the gut, but from the inside.

     She felt her skin tearing all around her pussy as he thrust back and forth. His scabs tore open due to the friction, causing the pus and fluid to ooze and drip inside her. Cletus was thrusting and bouncing on top of her. With each thrust he’d gleefully yell.

     “Cletus like! Cletus like! Cletus like!”

     He kept breathing heavy too, slobbering, and drooling. At one point as she screamed, a string of drool dripped right into her open mouth. After that, she kept her mouth shut. She was amazed she didn’t throw up. God this guy was insane. This whole family was. Marty and his mom were behind her cheering him on.

     “Go Cletus go! Get that nut! Get it! You can do it!” They screamed at him as if he were about to shoot a game winning free throw.

     The whole thing was so bizarre there was no way any of this could be real. The one upside was the guy had no stamina. In just a couple minutes he blew his load way up inside her. Even his load hurt. It was hot and thick and she was sure it went into her small intestine, though that couldn’t be possible. At this point, she decided she’d rather they kill her than her be impregnated by one of these freaks. The thought of what kind of child they’d produce was terrifying.

     When Cletus jumped off of her, Brenda felt exhausted, and even lightheaded. Even though none of them had hit her, they may as well have beaten her head in with a bat. She felt as if they’d done that. She’d always been a tough girl, but this humiliation was almost more than even she could take.

     “You see that?” Cletus yelled. “I did it! I got me a good nut too!”

      “You sure did, man,” Marty said. “You might wanna clean yer pecker off. Ya got some pecker snot hanging off it.”

     Cletus looked down and wiped his dick off with his t-shirt.

     “You boys sure look happy after getting’ yer nuts off. Sure makes a mama proud!”

     “Thanks Ma!” Marty said.

     “You people are fucking sick!” April yelled. Brenda was surprised at the outburst as April had been a cooler head so far. She figured they’d go hit her or something, but the three rednecks just ignored her.

     “Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet hot stuff,” Marty said. “Me and Clete here got plenty a pecker snot left. Just need a few minutes to recharge!”

     “What’s wrong with you freaks? You can’t get laid on your own so you have to do this? Fucking Cletus’ dick looks like a deformed foot,” Don said.

     “Maybe he’ll come over there and try it out on your asshole! How’d you like that pops?” Marty said.

     The color flushed out of Don’s face at the suggestion. For once he didn’t reply; he just looked down at the floor.

     “You ain’t had no fun Ma,” Cletus said.

     “Oh, I know boys. I’m ok,” she answered.

     “Naw, you gotta get yer nut too. Or whatever it is girls get,” Marty said.

     “That’s very kind. You’re such good boys. I’m kinda liking that younger fella over there.”

     Herbert’s eyes widened.

     “What?” he yelled.

     “You heard her. What Mama wants, Mama gets!” Marty said as he approached Herbert.

     “Don’t cut him loose son. Just pull his shorts offa him,” Ma ordered.

     Marty did as he was told while Ma walked over to Herbert who was now naked. She removed her false teeth, which looked like half of them had rotted off and handed them to Marty as she got on her knees in front of Don.

     “Tis better to give than receive!” she cackled as she began giving Don head.

Chapter 11

     The first thing Bobby noticed about Browneye, Texas was the lack of paved roads. Everything was dirt. The other thing he noticed was the lack of vehicles. There were several buildings, but very few cars of any kind. Most of the buildings were old and run down, however sure enough there were people milling about. Jack pulled up to one woman who was walking out of a small shop.

     As they got closer, the woman was younger than she looked from a distance. Her hair was matted and she was covered in dirt.

     “Excuse me miss?” Jack said. “Is there a bar around here or strip club? Goes by the name Titties N’ Kitties?”

     The woman stood there for a moment, she looked at Jack, then to Bobby before she turned and walked away.

     “Okay then,” Jack said.

     “Yeah, that was interesting.”

     “Doesn’t surprise me. Hill folks don’t like outsiders.”

     “Hill folks huh?” Bobby said. “Sounds like some crappy horror novel.”

     “I wouldn’t know. I don’t read that trash. I think this is it up here.”

     The road wound around some buildings through some trees and into a clearing. At the clearing was a large building with a neon sign that read “Titties N’ Kitties.”

     “Go figure this would be the nicest building in the town,” Jack said. He pulled up alongside the club and they climbed out. Once inside, Bobby was almost overcome with the smell of sweat, beer, and piss.

     “Jesus fuck!” Bobby said. “It reeks in here.”

     It was midday, but the music was already blasting as a couple girls swung on poles on two different stages. There were patrons scattered throughout the club. On the closer stage, Bobby noticed that the stripper’s hairline was receding, but her hair was real long on the sides and back. When she smiled, he could only make out a single tooth.

     A waitress approached them. She was wearing a Harley Davidson tank top that bared her midriff and was carrying an order pad.

     “You boys lost?” she said. Her voice was deep and gravelly.

     “No ma’am,” Bobby said producing his FBI credentials. “Special Agent Kennedy, FBI. We’re here looking for a missing girl.” He didn’t want to give away the girl in question was his own daughter. “We found a matchbook from here in her apartment where she vanished from. Thought maybe someone here had seen her.”

     He took out his phone and pulled up her photo and showed it to the woman. The woman barely glanced at it for a second then rolled her eyes.

     “All that supposed to mean somethin’ Mr. Special Agent Kennedy?” she said.

     “Excuse me?”

     “Look around you, boss. Ain’t no one here gives a shit about no F.B.I. We’re our own law up here.”

     “I’m afraid the U.S. Government would disagree with you.”

     “Look, miss…um…I didn’t get your name,” Jack said.

     “Name’s Shirlene.”

     “Ok Shirlene. We drove a long way to find this young lady. She has a family who is very concerned about her. We have reason to believe she either may have been here, or the person who took her has been here. We don’t care about your club or anything going on here. We just want to find this girl and be on our way.”

     “Well you wasted yer time. Cause ain’t no one here gonna help ya,” she said as she walked away.

     “Is there a problem?” a man yelled from behind them. They turned and a large man with a beard and black t-shirt came walking up to them.

     “No sir, no problem. You are?” Jack said.

     “I’m Skeeter. I own this place,” the man said. Bobby noticed the guys arms were covered in tattoos. He didn’t care for Jack leading the investigation, but he knew his emotions were running high.

     “Why you hasslin’ my girls? I think you boys musta took a wrong turn somewhere.”

     “No…uh…Mr. Skeeter. As I told Shirlene, we’re just looking for this young woman. She went missing from her apartment in Austin last night.” Jack took Bobby’s phone and held up her photo for Skeeter. He actually looked at it for a good while.

     “Damn, she’s a fine lookin’ girl but nope. Ain’t seen her.”

     “You sure?” Jack asked.

     “Look around man. She look like any of the girls here?”

     The man had a point. The girls they’d seen so far were less than glamourous.

     “True,” Jack said.

     “Look. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I know you guys are city cops. But there ain’t nothing here for you. Not in this club, not in this town. Get in your cars and go back to Austin.”

     Skeeter sounded as if he were concerned, but it angered Bobby. What were they trying to hide?

     “Excuse me,” Bobby said. “Agent Kennedy, FBI.”

     “Yeah. What of it?”

      “Any tips you can give us on the girl. Her name is April. Anyone here who might have seen her or who might have ventured into Austin last few days?”

      “Beats me. I don’t ask anyone who is goin’ where. People come and go and everyone minds their business.”

     “So you don’t get to know any of the customers?” Jack asked.

     “Like I said, this ain’t Austin. Now I gotta get back to work. I suggest you two take my advice. That girl ain’t around here, so no point in you all to be nosing around town,” Skeeter said as he walked through  double doors into the back. Bobby didn’t like Skeeter’s veiled threats, but he knew April was in the town somewhere. No reason for Skeeter to try and scare them off like that. She was in town, and he would find her.