Psychoville, page 5
"Thank you," she said.
"Which is why I'm sorry about this part."
"What part?" she asked as he slid a huge bucket over the opening and began pouring a thick sludge on top of her. It was concrete.
"What the hell are you doing?" she tried to stand again, but he shoved her head back down. With her knees up against her, she couldn't get any leverage to push against him.
"I'm really sorry. I've saved many outsiders from Samson's saw. But no way I can get you out of this town. Sheriff can't know I helped, so this is the only way.
"Don't do this! I'll suffocate!"
"It will only take a minute. It helps to hold your breath; you'll pass out in no time. No pain." Once that bucket was empty, he slid another over and began pouring it into the compartment. It was almost up to her neck now as the lower concrete began to harden, squeezing against her chest. He finished the second bucket as her head was now the only thing left exposed.
"Please! Don't do this! You don't have to do this. I'll never tell anyone. Just help me out of this town. You'll never hear from me again."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple," he said. "Goodbye, my dear."
He poured in the rest of the concrete. It covered her face as it filled her nostrils and oozed into her mouth as she tried to pinch it closed. There was no way for her to breathe. She wanted to, but her face was now totally covered, and her lungs were being squeezed. She tried to shake, tremble or fight her way out, but it was no use as the concrete hardened in her nose and mouth. Roger was right about one thing, it only took a minute or so for her to pass out, and then Nicole was no more.
Chapter 13
"Not bad," Echo said as she walked over to Deacon and ran her hand along his chest. His cock visibly twitched at her touch. "You're kind of a natural at this."
"Hey, thanks. I never took it that far before. But that was fuckin' incredible."
"I know, right?"
"So do I get Carla next?"
"Not yet. We'll save her for a bit. I'm liking your girlfriend over there," Echo said.
"Hey, hold on a second," Chester chimed in. "Why you talking to him like he's one of us. You hot for him or something? You want to fuck him?"
If Deacon didn't know better, he'd think Echo's brother sounded jealous.
"Oh lighten up Chester, it's been ages since I had a guy who wasn't a sniveling bitch up in here. A girl deserves to have some fun."
Chester rolled his eyes and started to say something, but stopped.
"You got something to say?" she asked.
"No."
"You sure? I see you rolling your eyes at me."
"No. Nothing," he said.
"All right then. I got something special for your girl here."
Wendy looked around as tears ran down her face.
"Baby? You going to let them hurt me?" she said to Deacon, now trying to sweet talk him since their tormentors seem to have taken a liking to him. Carla wanted to tell her to shut up, but that would be no use.
"Hey, you're the ones that brought us here. I'm just enjoying the ride," he said.
Carla was sickened by what he'd done to Colleen. She'd been unable to watch most of it, but part of her felt like she needed to see. Like she needed to suffer somehow with her. Colleen had looked over at her a few times and Carla couldn't bring herself to look away. It was the last human connection Colleen had felt, and Carla felt guilty that she was unable to help her. Even though she didn't know the woman and was chained to the wall. Guilt still ate at her. She'd never imagined it was possible for someone to be brutalized in such a fashion. This was what was in store for her. She could see it on Deacon's face; he was looking her up and down like an all you can eat buffet.
Echo was in the corner going through a large duffel bag. Ollie was helping her dig something out of the bag. She removed her robe, revealing her naked and tattooed body. They pulled out some kind of tank with straps and some other harness contraption. Carla couldn't see as they were strapping everything onto Echo's body. Once Echo turned around it was suddenly clear what it was.
The harness contained a long, metallic strap-on. It had a hose coming from it that ran to the tank. She walked over to Wendy as Ollie began undoing her shackles.
"This is my new toy, you get to be the first to try it out," Echo said as she thrust her hips forward. As she did so, a plume of flame came shooting out of the dildo. Wendy screamed as she saw it. Carla closed her eyes and began to pray even though she'd never prayed a day in her life. If there were anyone up there, now would be the time for him to show himself. But it would appear that any God had left this place a long, long time ago.
Wendy was kicking and screaming as Ollie dragged her away from the wall. Echo kept playing with her new toy by intermittently thrusting her hips, causing the flame to shoot out. Carla could feel the heat from the Dil-torch and didn't even want to imagine what she had in store for Wendy. Olly held Wendy's hands over her head as Wendy kicked at Echo, who grabbed her legs and was prying them apart. She began to lean in when the door opened in back.
"Holy hell, looks like I came at the right time," A huge man said from the back of the room. It was the sheriff. Echo jumped to her feet and walked over to him, oblivious to her own nakedness and the bobbing dildo of death wrapped around her waist. She smiled as she approached the large man.
He stood there with his sunglasses on and a straight face looking her up and down.
"Well this is new," he said pointing at her strap-on.
"Chester helped me build it. Thought it would look cool on film," she said.
"I can imagine." He looked up at Deacon standing over Colleen's bloody corpse.
"What's going on here? Isn't he one of the prisoners?"
"Yeah. We're trying some new things out on film."
"You know the rules. They're not supposed to be unsecured, and definitely not helping out with other outsiders. Have you totally lost your mind?"
"Oh come on now. Look at him. He's enjoying himself. He's not gonna do anything dumb. And if we does, nowhere he can go. Hell, I thought I heard Samson running around out there earlier. Sounded like his chainsaw."
"Yeah, he's been about tonight. I'm just checking on things since Spurlock decided to have an auction on his own. I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy. Little fucker can't even follow simple instructions."
"Don't be too hard on him," Echo said as she ran her finger along his shirt. "I pressured him into it. And don't you worry about my boy Deacon back there. He's joining in on the fun with us." She leaned in to whisper in the sheriff’s ear. "Plus, I got something real special for him lined up."
"You better keep this under control. I'll give you guys more leeway out here since you all generate so much cash for the town. But if this shit gets fucked up, there will be hell to pay."
"I love it when you talk so tough," Echo teased. The sheriff nodded and walked out. Echo turned and strolled over to Wendy.
"All right. Now where were we?"
Chapter 14
Spurlock sat in his car, watching the dark road for no apparent reason. His father's scolding had left him rattled. The man hadn't lost his cool, but that was his way. He never appeared angry, or aggressive. He was always calm and at ease right until the moment he was slitting your throat. Spurlock had seen it first-hand many times. It had happened with his older brother. Spurlock was only nine years old when it happened.
His brother Donald was only seventeen and never could get used to their father's ways. One day, he decided to run away from Psychoville and live on the outside. Unfortunately, he'd never gotten far. The sheriff found him about a mile outside of town and brought him back. He called an emergency town meeting and stood there giving a speech with his arm around Donald. The whole speech he talked about how much he loved the town and what his son meant to them.
"When I first founded this town, I could never have imagined the glorious place it would grow into," the sheriff told the crowd. "For years we have lived here in our own way, untouched by the outside world! There is one reason and one reason alone the outside world has not come here. It is because we have remained hidden to them. It is because the rest of you have trusted me as your town's founding father and have allowed me to do what needs to be done." There was a slight murmur among the crowd as he spoke.
"This is my oldest son Donald. While I have always been proud of my boy, today he made a terrible mistake." Everyone collectively held their breath through his dramatic pause. "He tried to run away, to visit the outside. We know what the rules are. We have the law! No one, but no one, is above the law!"
Donald had been looking down, his head in shame through the speech. He looked up at the mention of the law with a single tear in his eye. No doubt he was expecting some lashes with the belt at best.
"Not even my own son is above the law!" The sheriff said, as he took out his knife, grabbed Donald by the forehead and slit his throat. Donald's eyes went wide as he coughed and gurgled, falling to the ground. He lay on the ground choking on his own blood for a few seconds before the moving ceased. The crowd gasped and even cried out at the display. For a group who had committed some of the most atrocious acts anyone could imagine, the sight of one of their own getting his throat cut had a profound impact. Maybe they thought it could be any one of them.
Spurlock had been in the crowd that day. Since then he'd never once considered crossing his father. Even holding his own auction wasn't crossing him in Spurlock's mind. He honestly thought he was being helpful. So far, his father hadn't done anything. He wondered how much time he had before his own throat was slit. Or maybe it was time for a change in leadership in town.
For years, he’d worked in his father's shadow. He’d learned everything he could from the man. For the same number of years, he’d lived in constant fear of the same man. Worrying every single day that the slightest misstep would lead to his death. He never turned his back on his father just out of his own paranoia.
Now, maybe it was time for change. The people in town would respect him if he took out the sheriff on his own. It shouldn't matter that he was so much smaller. Size didn't measure the toughness of a man. Spurlock had held his own in many scrapes with outsiders in the past. His skills with his baton were more than most men could handle. One outsider had him dead to rights at gunpoint, but Spurlock used his baton to disarm the man. Not only did he disarm the guy, but broke both the man's arms and his jaw.
It would be time to act soon, before the sheriff acted against him first. The thought was interrupted by a set of headlights approaching. Spurlock sat back and waited for the car to go by. He pulled in behind it and immediately activated his overhead lights. The car pulled over as Spurlock pulled in behind. As he approached the car, the driver's door swung open and gunshots rang out as the bright muzzle flash light up the night.
Spurlock dove to the ground as the man fired more shots before taking off running. Spurlock returned fire as the man ran into the woods. He pursued the man, firing a few more shots blindly. The flashes had affected his night vision, making it hard to see some of the trees and rocks in his path. A bullet whizzed by his head as another shot rang out.
Spurlock ducked behind a tree as he yelled out.
"Just give up now! Give up and you'll be treated fairly! Keep running and shooting and I can't make no promises!"
"Fuck you pig!" the man replied. "I'm not going back to jail!"
Great, some asshole with warrants on the outside. As if Spurlock gave a shit about real crime. Spurlock turned from behind the tree and began working his way toward the sound, with his gun at the ready. He took a few steps when the sound of a chainsaw filled the air. It was coming from the same direction the shots had come from. Samson. Over the sound of the chainsaw was a man screaming. Spurlock saw the man running in his direction. The guy stopped just a few feet away from Spurlock.
"Don't shoot!" the man screamed. "I give up! I surrender! There's a fucking crazy guy with a chainsaw back there!"
"Really? Where?" Spurlock said, playing dumb.
The saw revved again from the darkness.
"There! You hear it? I tried to shoot, but I'm out of bullets. Just arrest me or take me in or whatever. Just shoot that motherfucker!"
Spurlock grabbed the man by the shirt and pushed him up against the tree. He pushed his gun to the base of the man's skull and leaned forward, whispering.
"I could blow your fucking head off right now," he said. The man tensed up as he did so. "But I got something better in store for you."
"What the fuck are you doing? You have to take me in. I know my rights!"
"You don't know shit, buttercup."
Footsteps sounded nearby, getting louder.
"Fuck man! He's coming! That dude with the chainsaw is coming!"
"I know," Spurlock looked calmly to his left. "You want this one Samson?"
Samson emerged from the darkness, the saw in his right hand. He grunted and nodded as Spurlock took a step back from the man. He reached in and took the man's wallet out of his pocket, and looked at his ID using his flashlight.
"Frank Ferris, huh? Well, Mr. Ferris. Tonight is not your night."
"What the fuck is this? What's going on?"
"Samson here is bored. So you're gonna keep him company tonight."
"What? What the fuck…" before he could finish, Samson struck him over the head with the side of the chainsaw, knocking him to the ground. He bent down and threw Ferris over his shoulder and nodded to Spurlock.
"Have fun, Samson. Just one thing, though."
Samson stopped and cocked his head to the side.
"You owe me a favor later on."
Samson gave a thumbs up and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter 15
Wendy screamed as Ollie and Chester strapped her over the weird contraption. They brought it in after the sheriff had left. It looked like a sawhorse, but had handlebars on the front legs and a set of leg shackles on the back part. Once she was strapped down on the thing, her ass was stuck up in the air as her head and arms were secured forward, as if she were riding a ten-speed.
There was a step stool behind the device that Echo had climbed onto. She stood there wiggling her hips around causing the large metal dildo to twirl around in a circle, smacking Wendy on the ass as it came down. Wendy cried and pleaded as Carla looked on. Deacon was sound asleep in the corner, exhausted from his earlier activities.
"You ready girl?" Echo called out. "I'm about to rock your world!"
She thrust the steel dildo into Wendy from behind. Wendy's eyes almost bugged out of her head as the cold steel wore the inside of her vagina raw. Echo thrust and thrust away shoving it in as deep as it would go. After a few tries, it began going in easier.
"Oh look at this, I think she's getting' wet!" Echo looked down and saw red all over the dildo. "Or not. Guess I broke her pussy. She's all bloody!"
Wendy screamed and cried as she struggled helplessly against Echo's thrusts.
"No point in fighting. You can't move. May as well sit back and enjoy it."
After a few more thrusts, Echo looked up into the camera.
"All right boys, time for some real fun!" She messed with something on the side of her harness and did a slight thrust inside of Wendy. Wendy felt the pain instantly. The heat only lasted for a second but enough to hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before. She shrieked as Echo laughed and did another thrust. She was only activating the flame for a second at a time, but each time it seared her insides, sending pain throughout her body, so intense, she could feel it in the back of her eyeballs.
Echo's thrusts increased along with the size and intensity of the flame inside of Wendy. Her shrieks grew louder and more guttural until she no longer sounded human. Her face contorted into various shapes and forms as Echo thrust and thrust, unleashing an internal fiery hell inside of Wendy's vagina with each thrust.
The smell of burnt flesh and tissue filled the room as Carla began gagging, and eventually threw up all over the floor. Tears ran down Wendy's face as Echo continued to burn her alive from the inside. During one of her screams, smoke came out of her mouth as her throat began to go dry and the scream turned into little more than the sounds of air. Echo climbed off the stool and walked around to the front of the device, carrying the stool with her. Smoke was coming from Wendy's vagina, drifting into the air.
Wendy's head hung down, as she lay on the device whimpering and sobbing. Echo grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust her steel cock into Wendy's mouth. Wendy's eyes went wide one last time as Echo activated the flame. The flame shot through Wendy's head as Echo held the flaming dildo in place. Flesh burned away from Wendy's face as her eyeballs cracked and bubbled out of her head that was soon nothing but a burnt skull. Echo smiled and jumped down off the stool.
"Holy shit that was amazing! Who wants to go again?
Chapter 16
Frank Ferris was hanging upside down in a tiny cabin lit with nothing but a single lamp. Samson had not been around for a while. The large man had bound his hands and feet and hung him upside down on the meat hook before going back out. Where'd he go? Frank had no idea. Perhaps to find more people to hang in his cabin? How many random folks were out in these woods? He wished he hadn't even pulled over. Frank wasn't the most brilliant man around, but he was smart enough to realize that man who stopped him wasn't a real cop.
Frank had been heading to Del Rio from Dallas. He had a friend at the border he was supposed to meet with about a new job opportunity. He didn't know much about it. His friend hadn't given many details. There was a good chance it had something to do with one of the cartels. Not that it mattered to Frank. A job was a job, and cash was cash. However, that opportunity was likely lost in light of his current situation.
Moments later the door burst open and in walked Samson. He was only carrying his chainsaw that he sat on the work table. He bent down and looked into Frank's face. Whoever Samson was, he sure was hideous. There was little more than a couple holes where his nose should have been. He only had a few teeth and his forehead seemed to go on forever. His hair hung out in long, but random strands and one of his eyes was huge, almost the size of the baseball. The other eye was normal sized and sat much lower on his face.
