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  Mel was heaving and crying as she lay there.

  “Oh my God! Please! Please no more! Please don’t hurt me!”

  In the time he’d held her captive, since pulling her teeth, he hadn’t systematically hurt her. There were some beatings here and there but never torture just for his amusement. He’d kept her longer than most of his victims. Something about her fascinated him. Either way, he’d been far too easy on her. It was time for her to suffer. She continued crying and begging him to stop but he just held the grater in front of her face, flicking it as her own blood and tissue splattered onto her face and some in her mouth.

  She screamed and gagged as he walked to the end of the bed and pushed her legs apart. Mel tried to struggle, but she was too weak to offer any real resistance. He held the cheese grater up against her vagina and went to work. This time, her screams sounded like something other than human. They were other-worldly. Over the years, he’d caused more than his share of screams but had never heard anything like this.

  Flesh from her labia ripped free as he worked it back and forth, clumps of the labia oozed through the holes as he worked both sides. He was impressed with how much soft tissue there was and how much it all bled. The sheets were soaked within minutes. He continued scraping just above her vagina, pressing the grater onto her clitoris. The tiny button of flesh ripped away and fell to the side as he grated and grated.

  He started to break a sweat as he moved the grater up and down in between her legs. Her screams continued until she passed out. Once she was out he kept going until he was satisfied. Looking down at his work, there was now nothing but a gaping, bloody hole where her vagina once was. The entire exercise had both tired him out and aroused him. He tossed the grater aside and undid his pants and removed his shirt.

  Once they were off, he took his tiny member out and massaged its hardness as he climbed onto the bed. He walked to her bloody tits and shoved it into the gaping hole where her left breast once was. He humped away at the bloody hole, enjoying its warmth and relative tightness as his movement cause a slapping, suctiony slurping sound with each thrust. Soon he couldn’t hold it in anymore and shot his load inside her tit. Once he finished, he rolled her off the bed and stuffed her back into the cage. Not even bothering with the gag. He latched the cage shut and walked outside to the back of his trailer.

  It was dark outside as he looked up at the night sky. There was a bucket next to his well. He pumped the well several times until water filled the bucket. He lifted the bucket and poured it over himself. He repeated it until the blood was mostly washed off. He took a deep breath and smiled. This had been good. He’d needed that. Tomorrow there was work to do.

  Chapter 12

  Buzz looked Alan up and down, licking his lips. Alan was on the bed, naked with his hands bound behind his back and a wire tie lashed around his ankles. Buzz was also naked. His tufts of gray hair ran down his chest and stomach to his pubes surrounding his somewhat hard, but wrinkly penis. He stood over Alan running his hands along his back, feeling his behind as if he were petting a prize race horse.

  “You look so good. So muscular and strong,” Buzz said.

  “Please! Don’t do this! What are you going to do? Just leave me alone!”

  “Oh, I think you know damn well what I’m doing to do, my friend. So happy Oz helped tie you up for me. I imagine you’ll buck like a bronco once we get started, but that’s fine with me. I like a little fight.”

  “Oh, Jesus.”

  Buzz walked to the corner, set his glasses on the table, and climbed onto the bed. He positioned himself behind Alan’s elevated buttocks and stroked himself until he was as hard as he could get. He felt around Alan’s asshole and inserted his finger. Alan yelled out as he did so, but Buzz kept going, rotating his finger from side to side, stretching out the orifice.

  Alan grunted again and tried to wiggle away, but Buzz had his legs pinched between his knees.

  “You know, there is no use fighting,” Buzz said calmly. “It’s going to happen no matter what. I mean, you can fight if you want. It kind of makes it more fun for me. But my cock will be going inside you one way or another. May as well relax and enjoy it!”

  Alan screamed as Buzz’s cock slowly slid inside. It was tough going in, but Buzz kept pushing forward. He didn’t like using lubricant. It was too messy and he often would slip out. No, Buzz loved going in dry. A tiny part of him enjoyed the discomfort it caused the receiving party. Inch by inch, he worked his hips forward until he was all the way inside Alan’s asshole.

  Alan did buck and flop around, but Buzz held on to Alan’s arms and rode him until Alan fell face first into the mattress. Buzz kept thrusting inside, feeling Alan’s colon tighten around his member. The dry tightness made Buzz even harder as he thrust harder and harder. Alan grunted as each thrust felt as if it was hitting him in the stomach.

  Buzz kept going even though he felt movement inside Alan’s colon. There was a rumble and the sound of gas releasing as Alan’s bowels let loose. Soft, brown shit oozed out over Buzz’s cock and balls but he didn’t slow down. The shit made Alan’s asshole lubricated which allowed Buzz to speed up. He managed to not slip out as he thrust faster and harder until he couldn’t hold it anymore, shooting his jizz deep inside of Alan.

  Alan cried out as Buzz climaxed. This time it was Buzz who was grunting as he squeezed off his load inside Alan’s shit-filled asshole, before pulling out. His entire groin was covered in shit but he didn’t mind. Alan lay on the bed crying as Buzz reached down and scooped up his hands full of feces and began smearing it all over his own body and face.

  “Oh there we go,” he said. “It’s like a mud bath, but this is all natural. More natural than mud. Comes right from the human body.”

  Buzz rubbed the excrement all over himself until he was completely covered. The smell didn’t seem to bother him as he rolled Alan over.

  “Ok, you’re a bit too hairy for me though. I think we need to clean you up my friend.”

  Alan’s eyes went wide when he saw Buzz’s face covered in shit, only his eyes visible through the brown waste. Buzz went into the front of his cabin and dug through some things before coming back toward Alan. He had a straight razor and a bottle of lotion.

  “Sorry friend, I don’t have any shaving cream. Oz got me this from a traveler he captured awhile back. Smells nice. I think it’s strawberry scent.”

  He leaned forward and squirted a whole bunch onto Alan’s chest, rubbing it all over his chest, stomach and balls. Alan again tried to wiggle away, but it only caused the wires around his wrists and legs to dig in deeper. Once the lotion was applied, Buzz began shaving his chest with the razor.

  “There we go, you might wanna hold still for this part my friend. I like doing this. Very intimate. Don’t you think?” Buzz said as he looked lovingly at Alan who spit into Buzz’s face. Buzz didn’t flinch, but kept smiling.

  “Oh, you’re still upset,” Buzz said. “That’s ok. You’ll come around.” He continued shaving until Alan’s chest and stomach were bare, occasionally using a rag to wipe the razor off before continuing. He shaved along the edge of Alan’s belly and along his groin. He cupped Alan’s cock in his hand as he carefully ran the razor along the shaft. Alan struggled harder as his cock twitched in Buzz’s hands.

  “Careful,” Buzz warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Fuck you! You sick freak!” Alan screamed. “I’m going to fucking kill you! I’m going to get out of here and I’ll cut your fucking throat you sick, shit covered faggot!”

  Buzz’s face changed as Alan screamed.

  “Excuse me? Faggot? That’s a horrible thing to say, as nice as I’ve treated you! I cared for you, made love to you and am grooming you and you call me a faggot!” Buzz was yelling now. The soft-spoken, calm little old man was gone. His voice was now deeper, revealing something else that was inside the old man.

  “Let me let you in on a little secret,” Buzz said in a slower but more menacing tone. He’d somehow go
ne from sounding like Mister Magoo to Hannibal Lecter in a matter of seconds. “There was a time I was one of the most dangerous men in Texas. You know that?”

  Alan just sat there looking frightened and a little confused.

  “It’s true. Back in the eighties. I traveled all over the state. I’d pick up young men who were traveling, hitchhiking or whatever and well you can imagine the rest. What you and I have done here? This is child’s play. I’m too old to do some of the things I did back then. I was much stronger with more energy.” Buzz reached down and gently stroked Alan’s cock as he spoke.

  “The law did finally catch up to me though. They were going to put me right to death too. Luckily I escaped. Wasn’t long after the old town got raided. This town, you know, used to be in another part of these hills. Hell, Texas. For years they lived up here in peace, other than killing outsiders. Cops raided the place and killed almost everyone. Except for Nash and Jade. They survived and kept it all going.”

  “So one day, they were moving me from El Paso and was gonna take me clear to Houston. Not sure why they didn’t just fly me. I guess it was cheaper to throw me in the back of a van and haul me away. We left early in the morning, like 3:00 a.m. when we pulled out of El Paso. I was sitting in back all shackled up, ready to accept my fate. Don’t ask me where he came from. To this day I think if there’s a God, or a devil for that matter, he sent this guy to my rescue.”

  “Some drunk driver plowed head-on into that van. Killing both the drunk guy and the guard driving the van instantly. The guard riding with me in back was knocked out after we rolled over a bunch. I think I was too, but not for long. I woke up and took his keys and undid my shackles. After that I took his gun and put a bullet right into the back of his head. First time I’d ever shot a man, oddly enough. All the men I’d killed and had never used a gun. Guy’s head exploded like a melon, too.”

  “The doors to the van had busted open in the crash, so I ran out and took off up into the hills, knowing before long a search party would be coming. I figured I’d just run into the hills and die in the heat eventually. Never in a million years did I expect to find Nash. He’d heard the crash and gunshot and had come looking around when he found me just along the ridge. Seeing my jumpsuit, he knew I wasn’t like the usual outsiders. I told him who I was and what all I done. He even had me cut up some kid he’d found as a sort of a test. Well I passed with flying colors. Now here I am. These days I’m too old and weak to catch my own folks to play with. So Oz does that part for me. Now I get to relax and enjoy the good part.”

  “Now, just because I like to play with men, doesn’t make me a faggot. That’s such a vile, disgusting word. I’d expected more from you.”

  “I’m sorry. Ok? I’m really sorry. This is just… very scary for me. I mean you got me all tied up and shit coming out my ass and you’re rubbing it all over yourself.”

  “There, there,” Buzz said as he put a hand on the Alan’s face. Gentle and quiet Buzz was back for the moment. One hand stroking Alan’s cock with the other on his face. “It’s ok. Just relax.”

  Alan’s cock grew hard in Buzz’s hand. Alan again tried to wiggle against it. Buzz knew getting erect was involuntary. He also knew every time they fought against it. The betrayal by one’s own body was a difficult thing. Though Buzz felt that Alan wanted this deep down on some primal level. Didn’t everyone enjoy these activities as much as he did?

  “That’s it, my friend, just relax. Get nice and hard for me.”

  Alan began crying again as Buzz stroked away. Moving his second hand to Alan’s balls, massaging them while working Alan’s shaft up and down with his other hand. He watched as Alan closed his eyes while his cock grew harder.

  “That’s it, my friend. Go to your happy place. Just relax and be happy. Imagine I’m your pretty girlfriend they brought up here with you. Pretend these are her hands.”

  Alan continued to cry and even whimpered as his cock grew harder and harder, throbbing and twitching with each stroke. Buzz worked it faster, feeling Alan getting closer to climax. Then Buzz quickly grabbed the razor and in a single motion, sliced Alan’s shaft clean off. Blood sprayed into the air like a tiny red geyser as Alan’s eyes shot open. He screamed a shrill scream as Buzz took the severed penis and stuffed it into Alan’s mouth. He pushed it in as far as it would go.

  Alan tried to spit it out, but Buzz pressed his mouth shut. Alan grunted and gagged as snot shot out his nose while he choked on his own severed penis. He thrashed, twitched and flailed as blood continued gushing from the hole in his crotch. After a couple minutes he stopped moving. Buzz wasn’t sure if he had choked to death or bled out. Not that it mattered. Buzz walked to the end of the bed where blood was now trickling out of the severed stump where Alan’s penis used to be.

  He rubbed the opening with both hands, covering them in blood. He then smeared the blood all over his face and body mixing it with the dried feces he still wore. Once he was satisfied, he slowly danced and twirled about the cabin. The sweet euphoria of sex, pain and death. This had been a good night. He hadn’t felt this kind of rush in years. It was as if he were a young man terrorizing the Texas countryside once again.

  Chapter 13

  Garrett crawled out of the stiff motel room bed and looked out the window. It was only 6:00 a.m. but he hadn’t been able to sleep well. The previous day’s trip to the old Hell, Texas site hadn’t sat well with him. While he was glad the town was still dead and buried, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling something was off. Yes, he’d had his doubts before arriving. But going out there in person only made him more uneasy.

  Once they returned last night, he called Manuel to fill him in.

  “Well that’s good to know,” he’d said.

  “Yeah. Something isn’t right, I don’t think.”

  “Why you say that?” Manuel asked. “You’re the one who thought I was overreacting.”

  “I know. Just from having been there. Could just be the memories it brought back. It took five years for the nightmares to quit after that day.”

  “Yeah, I bet. I saw the photos.”

  “Not sure why no one has burned those too. Still, something felt, I don’t know. Off. I can’t put a finger on it and I don’t have any good reason for thinking so other than my gut. I’ll keep seeing what I can find out here.”

  From there he had tried to sleep but all he could think of was executing the strange people of Hell, Texas, the town burning and then sifting through the ashes yesterday. That was when his phone rang. It was Doug.

  “Good, you’re awake,” Doug said.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Some other couple disappeared the other day. The report just got forwarded to me last night. It was in my email this morning. Same spot, pretty much. A guy and a girl. No sign of either of them. Their car is gone. No sign of it.”

  “How you know where they disappeared from?”

  “Their car has a GPS on it. That was the last area they’d seen. They were stopped for a few minutes.”

  “GPS doesn’t pick up anything now?”

  “Nope. Someone must have disabled it.”

  “Didn’t pick up anything from their phones?”

  “No signal out there for about a hundred miles. But they vanished within maybe a hundred yards of where we were.”

  “Fuck.”

  “So what is on your mind?” Doug asked. “We saw that town is fucking toast. You think its copycats?”

  “Could be. Or worse. Come pick me up in a half-hour.”

  Garrett hung up and got dressed. He put his hat on and stepped outside to wait. It was barely 7:00 a.m. and it had to be at least ninety degrees already. At least in Dallas the mornings were bearable. Looking around the parking lot, he saw there were a few cars, scattered around. In the far corner by the office was a brown pickup truck with a man sitting in it. The engine was running and the guy was just sitting there.

  It seemed odd someone would just be sitting in a running car this early. Gar
rett slowly walked down the sidewalk, which wrapped around the parking lot of the motel in a large U. The man in the truck was looking down at something. Garrett unsnapped the holster on his sidearm as he got closer to the truck, the man looked up at him and smiled.

  The man was strange looking. Strange as in he was both non-descript, yet scary looking, at the same time. He could see by the size of the man in the cab he was a large guy. He had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing a dark t-shirt. Other than that, there was nothing distinct about him. The smile was weird to Garrett. It was like the guy knew he was there and was waiting for him to get closer.

  The man waved, put his truck into gear and drove away. Garrett took out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the plate. Maybe it was nothing, but this guy was strange. A minute later, Doug pulled in. As Garret climbed in, he gave him a funny look.

  “You ok, man?” Doug asked. “You look like you saw a ghost or something.”

  “Probably or something.”

  “So where we going?”

  “Breakfast first. I’m starving.”

  A short while later they were at a nearby café. Garrett was choking down some fried eggs and chasing it with coffee. Doug was eating pancakes.

  “So you never told me what you saw this morning,” Doug said.

  “Not what. Who. Some weirdo in a pickup truck was just sitting there. I walked over to talk to him but he smiled and waved at me and drove off.”

  “And that spooked you?”

  “Just something about him wasn’t right.”

  “What’d he look like?”

  “That’s just it. He didn’t look like anything. Just some guy. I took a picture of his plate though.”

  Garrett handed his phone to Doug who looked at it. He dialed his own phone and called the plate in. After waiting for a bit he looked up at Garrett, confused, and hung up.

  “That’s weird,” Doug said.