Marty sat at his laptop typing away. He only had a few thousand words to go before he’d be finished with his first horror novel. It was called “Tunnel of Doom.” About a group of kids who venture down an abandoned train tunnel only to find out it’s haunted. They end up trapped and fighting for their lives! Just thinking about it got him so excited.
He had no doubts this would be a best seller. It had to be. Not one to toot his own horn, Marty McDougal was a literary genius. Not only was he a genius, but he was the Harbinger of Horror. He made that up himself. It was brilliant. Soon the world would know that brilliance and he’d earn riches beyond anything he could imagine.
“Marty! Did you take the trash out yet?” His mom screamed from downstairs. Goddammit. Didn’t she know he was working?
“Not yet Ma! I’m busy!”
“I don’t give no shit! Put yer stupid computer away and finish yer chores!” She screamed.
“You heard me!”
Fuck! So close to finishing. He closed the laptop and walked downstairs. He hated how his Ma talked to him. He just turned twenty-seven, he wasn’t a kid anymore. He sure as hell shouldn’t be running around doing stupid chores being yelled at by his mama.
He got down stairs and headed to the kitchen where he began bagging up the trash.
“You ain’t no writer Marty,” his Ma said. “You’re just poor white trash like the rest of us.”
“But we don’t have to be. This book will make us rich. Then we can hire people to do shit like this for us. They could take out our trash, cook our meals.”
“Somethin’ wrong with my cookin’? Why do you treat your poor Ma this way?
“Cause he thinks he’s better than we are,” his brother Cletus said from the doorway. He was holding his Go-pro camera, filming them as he always filmed everything.
“No I don’t, Mr. Filmmaker.” Marty said. “I just know what I’m good at. I ain’t good at stuff like daddy was. I can’t fix cars or fix anything.”
“That’s fer damn sure,” Ma said.
Cletus walked toward Marty pointing the camera at him.
“So tell me Mr. Famous Writer, how does it feel to be so well known?” Cletus said, towering over Marty. Marty stood around five foot nine. Cletus was six foot five inches easily.
“Get that stupid thing outta my face, Clete.”
“Or what?” Cletus said.
“Will you two knock it the fuck off? I’m too old to listen to you dipshits cackling at each other. Marty, take out the trash! Cletus go pick up the living room!”
“Yes Ma,” they said in unison as they went to work. Marty pulled out the trash bag, tied it off and headed out the front door.
He walked out the back of the house to the trash barrel and dumped the bag inside. It was almost full, so it would be time to burn it all real soon. His thoughts were interrupted by something banging. As he looked up, it was coming from the shed. He walked to the shed and stepped inside. The naked girl was hanging from the hook still, but swinging around and kicking the wall. As soon as she saw him she stopped and tried to scream, but it only came out as muffled grunts due to the duct tape over her mouth.
“I thought I told you earlier to stop makin’ all that racket,” Marty said. “If Ma hears you banging around out here, she won’t be as nice as me.”
He looked her up and down. The girl was short, but her body was firm and toned. Marty figured she was into yoga or crossfit. She had a nice tan and firm, full boobies. He walked over and felt her breasts.
“Damn girl. These are some nice old boobies. They barely move when I squeeze ‘em.” He said as she tried to struggle against him, but was helpless. “Stop wiggling around now. I got some time before dinner.”
He stepped back and undid his pants, dropping them around his ankles. As he walked up to her, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling them up around his waist. It took him no time at all to get hard. She struggle and let out a muffled scream as he stuck his dick inside her and began thrusting. The girl continued to scream as he repeatedly fucked her.
“Oh yeah. You like that dontcha?” He asked. “It’s ok, you don’t have to say nothin’. I can tell yer lovin’ it.” Marty slammed his pecker in and out of her a few more times, marveling at how nice and soft her pussy was. He’d banged lots of girls back in the shed, but none were ever as soft and tight as this one. He’d have to see if they could keep this one around a little longer. Though Ma had no idea he dipped his pecker in their catch.
After another thrust, he blew his load deep inside the girl. She squealed again, struggling against him as he grunted, making sure every drop went inside her. He stepped back, and bent down to pull up his pants. Though he didn’t get back far enough and she kicked him square in the nose, knocking him flat on his back. Blood gushed from his nose as his vision blurred and eyes watered. He sat up, holding his nose. The blow stunned him good, but it only took him a minute or so to gather himself.
“You little bitch! As nice as I been to you and you kick me in the face?” He stood and grabbed an axe handle lying on a nearby bench. “You see this? You want me to fuck you with it?” He screamed. She shook her head frantically as he waved it inches from her face. “You sure? You were pretty sure you wanted to kick me a minute ago! I think a lesson is in order. When someone shows you hospitality, you don’t kick them in the face!” He stepped forward, lowered the axe handle and pulled her legs apart.
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