Bogus

Chapter 1

     Thad glued four Zig Zag's together lengthwise and abreast and dumped in a load of weed. He then pulled out the sticky little black ball from his shirt pocket and tore off several strips, crumbling them in with the plant material. A one-handed cowboy roll and the joint was done. He fired it with a throwaway lighter.
     "To sweet success and sweeter robbery," he said, taking a long hit and passing the joint to Big Eddie. Big Eddie took a monster hit, what he'd call his "Black Daddy jam" and sent the butt over to Bogus. Bogus, who had just run up enough meth to stop a highballing freight train, shook his head and pointed the doobie back to Thad.
     "Don't wanna bust this glide with that," he said, gritting his yellow teeth.
     "Don't go cowboy again today man, unless it's necessary," Thad warned.
     Thad was a big, blond corn-fed country boy, a skinhead. The eagle tattoo on the side of his neck bulged above his muscles. His fists were the size of canned hams. Sometimes he wondered how he'd ever hooked up with a metro scammer like Bogus, or a mean black daddy like Big Eddie. It was all good country boy luck.
     Bogus grinned evilly. His black eyes gleamed from the rush kicking his spine. Thad looked big and smooth and tough. Bogus was small and wiry and filled with powder mean and he wasn't afraid of anybody. Not even Thad, who'd cap him in a blink if he felt it necessary.
     "Don't sweat the small shit, man," Bogus said. "Dude get capped today he be asking for it straight up. That's the onliest way to fly, man!"
     "A little gun play every once in a while is good for the circulation," Big Eddie offered. He picked up his 45 caliber Uzi and turned it this way and that, looking it over good. "I ain't let down on anybody in a month and I'm feeling a little piqued."
     Thad laughed then, which sort of broke the tension. He knew the boys had to go off sometimes, he had that need himself. But he'd explained it time and again: keep the jobs clean and simple. Take the money and run, as fast as possible and with as little hassle as possible. Sure, it was pure pleasure dropping the hammer on squares, blowing them away in their tracks. He loved to watch them bleed and squall as well as the next guy. But there was a time for that kind of pleasure and it wasn't during work.
     "Just stay cool," said Thad. "We pull this one off right and we'll go on another straight kill. You can whack all the people you want, man. Like the last time."
     Bogus' eyes lit up at that. He remembered the last time, about two months ago. They'd invaded a club on the north side and killed 12 people. Two they had shot immediately--off-duty cops who went for their heat. But the others, they'd had fun with the others.
     Bogus had used his knife on several of them, playing the old Chinese "Death of a Thousand Cuts" game. Of course the Chinese of old were experts at such torture. They could keep a victim alive for hours as they pared away lips, eyelids, ears, noses. Sexual organs. Bogus wasn't that talented. After a dozen cuts his victims either bled to death or died from heart attacks.
     And the two girls they had taken away from the club, that had been the real fun, the intense pleasure. They had taken the girls in their van up into the mountains. Both were young and pretty, mid twenties. Bogus had snowed them in the beginning, telling them not to worry.
     "We just want you young ladies to put on a little show for us," he told the weeping blonde. "You know, just eat each other's pussies, things like that. You do a good job of it and we might let you go."
     Thad had his video camera. He loved to tape such things, so he could watch them time and again. It was almost as good as the first time.
     "Are you going to rape us?" the girl whimpered. "Please don't hurt us, we haven't done anything to you!"
     The other girl, a tall, thin brunette, said nothing. She didn't cry, either, apparently having resolved herself to her fate.
     "Don't let these pigs know you're afraid," she told the younger girl. "They're going to do what they want with us and there's nothing we can do. And they're going to kill us just like they did all those other people. Get used to it."
     "You're a cold bitch," Thad said to the broad. "You're scaring the girl. Why ya wanna do that?"
     "Fuck you," she replied. "You can fuck me all you want, I got AIDS anyway."
     "No shit?" said Bogus. "Well, Big Eddie won't mind, he's got the bug too. Right Eddie?"
     "Right," Big Eddie said. "Bug done got me, no sweat."
     "Yeah," Bogus continued, "we'll let Biggun take that big whanger of his to you, you'll love it. And maybe while he's doing it you can toss my salad." He laughed then.
     "If you're trying to scare me, shithead, save your breath," she snarled.
     She wasn't lying about the AIDS, her days were numbered. In fact, she'd been thinking about killing herself. This was sort of a dream come true for her, a way out. And yet she knew it would be much more painful than any exit she might have selected for herself.
     Bogus didn't like the smart-mouth bitch. He made up his mind that she was going to suffer more than anyone had ever suffered before. He would make her cry and beg, he would see the bitch wallowing in her own shit before the end of the game. He smiled again.
     "What's your name, tough lady?" he asked softly.
     "Marie, shithead."
     "Well Marie, you may learn a hard lesson tonight. You know it's impolite to be so rude to your elders." He cackled.
     "Yeah," she said. "And especially when my elders are a pack of homicidal maniacs, eh? Well, fuck you. I've made up my mind, asshole. You can do anything to me you like but you can't break me. So have your best shot at it!"
     "Oh, I will, Ms. Absolutely Sweet Marie," he grinned. "By the time I get through with that pretty face it won't be so pretty anymore."
     That seemed to scare her and she leaned back against the wall of the van and was silent until they pulled off the road and parked in a wooded area.
     Bogus had kept his promise. But before that, before he had gone to work on her, he'd let Big Eddie have his way. And the woman Marie, realizing that it was her last time, had thrown herself into it. When Eddie roughly jammed his huge cock up her she had bucked against it, slamming her thin ass into him until she had it all up to his pendulous nuts. And then she had rocked hard as he sawed into her brutally. She didn't even resist when Bogus stripped off and squatted over her face. She tossed his salad as he demanded, sucking and licking his dirty asshole and moaning all the while, caught up in multiple orgasms herself from the big, unwanted cock.
     The young blonde, Gretchen, sat huddled quietly in the corner during all this. She barely breathed as she watched the other woman being brutalized by the two thugs, while the big blonde man taped the whole thing. She knew her time was coming and she was terribly frightened. Her cunt was much too small to take something as large as the black man's penis; it would kill her.
     Bogus masturbated as the girl's tongue slid around over his asshole. Feeling his cum rising, he bent forward and tilted his cock down, slipping it into her open mouth just as it began to gush semen. He moaned a long sigh and then screamed, as her jaws clamped down tight on the head of his cock. Her teeth bore into him and she shook her head back and forth wildly, like a white shark striking a helpless swimmer dangling in the water.
     "AHHHHHHH, SHE'S BIT MY FUCKIN' COCK OFF!" Bogus screamed, reaching down and trying to pry her mouth open. His cock was collapsed between her teeth and he could not get his fingertips in the small space remaining. He slid both thumbs inside her mouth and began to exert pressure.
     She let go then as he pulled with all his might, ripping her cheeks up toward her ears. Odd, but even with the gasps of breaths and the whimpers coming from Gretchen in the corner he could hear the flesh ripping open. She tried to scream but the blood pouring into her throat from her ruined face strangled her, causing her to gag.
     "Christ!" Bogus turned toward Thad to get the light from the video camera. He expected to see the whole head of his penis missing and was almost afraid to look. Finally, he had to force himself to see what damage the bitch had done.
     She had nailed him good. His cock was almost bitten through on one side and the blood continued to pour from it. The flesh on the head was ripped and torn where her sharp teeth had slashed back and forth across it.
     "Oh, you bitch," Bogus hissed. He turned and crawled back to where Marie lay. She held her torn face in her hands and wept quietly. She was a tough bitch, that was for sure, Bogus thought. He even admired her a little, not too many people were that tough. Especially not a woman. She had balls.
     He pulled himself up and got astride her stomach. He reached out and knocked her hands away from her face, then drew back his right fist and hit her in the mouth as hard as he could. He continued to pound her mouth, feeling her teeth break and bend in under the powerful force of his blows. Still she did not cry out, although her entire face was a ragged mass. He smashed her nose, beat it until it was flat against her face. She would not go out and she would not beg him to stop. He pounded both her eyes the same way, methodically beat them until blood and fluid ran out through the folds of swollen flesh. His fists were battered and bruised but still she would not beg for her life.
     "Get me the rope, get her ass out of here!" he told Big Eddie. Big Eddie was still fucking her during the early part of the beating, but had to stop once it began. He still hadn't come. He looked at the sobbing blonde and figured she was prettier anyway. When Bogus was finished with his fun, Big Eddie would have his.
     Big Eddie slung the bloody woman over his shoulder and stood up at the back door of the van with her. Bogus unfurled the rope and tossed it over a tree limb about 15 feet above the ground. He tied a slipknot in the end of the rope.
     "Bring her goddamn sorry ass over here!" he said.
     Within moments she was trussed up by her ankles, swinging on the end of the rope. Bogus took duct tape and taped her wrists behind her, then pulled down on her arms until her heard the bones in her shoulders separate with a loud crack. She still said nothing, only moaned and shuddered.
     "Beg me bitch and I'll slit your throat and make it fast!" he yelled, pulling the skinning knife out of the sheath behind his belt. "All this pain can stop!"
     She said something, but with her ruined mouth and all the blood he could not discern what. He bent his ear closer to her swollen, obscene mouth. "What? Did you say please?"
     Then, he heard the faint sound again. He made it out this time.
     "Shithead."
     Bogus had planned to skin her alive but he lost all control. He plunged the knife into her cunt, which was just above his eye level. He leaned forward, cursing like a drunken sailor and pulling the blade down, down. It's razor sharp edge slid through her abdomen like death sneaking through a dark night, up over her breastbone and across the right side of her throat. The air was filled with a sudden stench as her purple and pink innards rolled out of the long wound and fell into the dirt, shit leaking from the slashed bowel. Blood squirted from the severed carotid artery in long sprays and she shook and quivered like someone caught up in a horrible spasm.
     "Goddamn!" said Big Eddie in awe, stroking his hard cock. "Goddamn. I didn't know people had all that shit in them!"
     Brutal as they were, the carnage was almost too much for their blood lust. They were men who enjoyed killing, enjoyed inflicting pain. But somehow they felt like the glutton who eats too much of his favorite food, who risks all future pleasure for one wild feast.
     They didn't tarry with the sobbing Gretchen, who had no aversion to begging. She begged and pleaded all the way into the thicket where they had dragged Marie's remains.
     She was still pleading when Bogus pulled his knife across her smooth white throat. He left her flopping in the dirt like a chicken whose neck had just met the farmer's hatchet.
     He hurt, but he felt good. Life was good, even if his cock was half gone.

End chapter 1

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