tip of my little finger is gone. It hurts like a bitch but I pick up the rifle and crawl forward. Mel screams. I crawl as fast as I can, and I see movement and I put my rifle sights on it, but all I see is Mel reaching out with her arms as the fuckers drag her by her legs out the back door. I crawl after her, but then a wall hits me. It’s an explosion moving through the wine section. Glass breaks and wine hangs free in the air, bottle-shaped.
Bill Junior
We use three sticks of dynamite to blow the place on the way out and then I post a guard and gather the rest of men around the fire. The girl is at my feet. She’s duct-taped with her hands behind her back but her tits are naked and free and they look great in the firelight. The men circle and get eyefuls, and her green eyes are spitting fire and the men are laughing and pretending they’re falling in love.
Having a girl can be dangerous. It’s like having money or booze or drugs, and I need to set some rules so the men won’t be fighting too much. That, and the only other girl we managed to take alive didn’t last very long. It was my own fault because I didn’t make any rules about how they used her. If anybody needs rules, it’s these men, so I call for Luscious to bring me the guard duty list. I stand up straight and let the men babble for a while after their victory, but they know they can’t tear into the girl until I’ve had my say, so they quiet down.
“Here’s the deal,” I say.
I hold up the guard duty list. All our names are on it, including mine, because we all stand our turn at watch, no exceptions.
“We might be pirates and outlaws, but we share and share alike. After each man stands his watch, he’ll get a turn with the girl.”
I wait and let the idea sink in. Some of them nod, and I go on.
“Just remember the rules. Rule number one: Hurt her so we can notice it, and you get twenty lashes. Not easy lashes either, but hard ones from Luscious. Rule number two: Kill the girl and the penalty is Hunt Club. No exceptions, no mercy, and only a five-minute head start. Rule number three: Every man gets one cum, and no more.”
Some of the men are nodding, the smarter ones that can think beyond the reach of their peckers. I know how I want my words to sound to their ears. I want to sound like a man they’d follow into hell.
“Other than that, boys, you can do whatever else you can think of.”
A cheer rises up from the ranks of them. It’s what they used to call a round of huzzahs, and it warms my heart.
“To get the ball rolling, we’ll start with the watch that just now ended.”
Little Donnie Darko lets out a holler because he just came in from his watch. Some of the men grumble something about why should that little peckerhead go first, but I hold up my hands.
“If anyone has a fairer way to do it, let me know right now.”
I watch them hard and they stop their grumbling. Biggus says that at least little Donnie won’t tear her up none, and he pities the man that gets a turn after he plows the field. They’re laughing then and grabbing their nuts.
“Okay. Stick to the rules. That’s the way it’s going to be.” I smile and even the smallest one of them smiles, too, because they all know they’ll have a turn. “There’s one more thing, though. We need a proper whorehouse. See to setting it up.”
They’re really hyperactive then, and they run over to the old junkyard office shack. They push everything outside, including the dog-chewed body of old Junkyard Jake, and they drag the girl in there and Donnie runs through the crowd and the men give him about a hundred high-fives and then he goes to the shack to claim his prize. The men surround the place. Some of them are carrying torches and it looks like a wedding in one of those places where people aren’t civilized.
Donnie Darko goes inside and closes the door. The men quiet down and listen for the sounds they’d like to be making themselves, but there aren’t any
Bill Junior
We use three sticks of dynamite to blow the place on the way out and then I post a guard and gather the rest of men around the fire. The girl is at my feet. She’s duct-taped with her hands behind her back but her tits are naked and free and they look great in the firelight. The men circle and get eyefuls, and her green eyes are spitting fire and the men are laughing and pretending they’re falling in love.
Having a girl can be dangerous. It’s like having money or booze or drugs, and I need to set some rules so the men won’t be fighting too much. That, and the only other girl we managed to take alive didn’t last very long. It was my own fault because I didn’t make any rules about how they used her. If anybody needs rules, it’s these men, so I call for Luscious to bring me the guard duty list. I stand up straight and let the men babble for a while after their victory, but they know they can’t tear into the girl until I’ve had my say, so they quiet down.
“Here’s the deal,” I say.
I hold up the guard duty list. All our names are on it, including mine, because we all stand our turn at watch, no exceptions.
“We might be pirates and outlaws, but we share and share alike. After each man stands his watch, he’ll get a turn with the girl.”
I wait and let the idea sink in. Some of them nod, and I go on.
“Just remember the rules. Rule number one: Hurt her so we can notice it, and you get twenty lashes. Not easy lashes either, but hard ones from Luscious. Rule number two: Kill the girl and the penalty is Hunt Club. No exceptions, no mercy, and only a five-minute head start. Rule number three: Every man gets one cum, and no more.”
Some of the men are nodding, the smarter ones that can think beyond the reach of their peckers. I know how I want my words to sound to their ears. I want to sound like a man they’d follow into hell.
“Other than that, boys, you can do whatever else you can think of.”
A cheer rises up from the ranks of them. It’s what they used to call a round of huzzahs, and it warms my heart.
“To get the ball rolling, we’ll start with the watch that just now ended.”
Little Donnie Darko lets out a holler because he just came in from his watch. Some of the men grumble something about why should that little peckerhead go first, but I hold up my hands.
“If anyone has a fairer way to do it, let me know right now.”
I watch them hard and they stop their grumbling. Biggus says that at least little Donnie won’t tear her up none, and he pities the man that gets a turn after he plows the field. They’re laughing then and grabbing their nuts.
“Okay. Stick to the rules. That’s the way it’s going to be.” I smile and even the smallest one of them smiles, too, because they all know they’ll have a turn. “There’s one more thing, though. We need a proper whorehouse. See to setting it up.”
They’re really hyperactive then, and they run over to the old junkyard office shack. They push everything outside, including the dog-chewed body of old Junkyard Jake, and they drag the girl in there and Donnie runs through the crowd and the men give him about a hundred high-fives and then he goes to the shack to claim his prize. The men surround the place. Some of them are carrying torches and it looks like a wedding in one of those places where people aren’t civilized.
Donnie Darko goes inside and closes the door. The men quiet down and listen for the sounds they’d like to be making themselves, but there aren’t any
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