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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Vacation Hell. ( Wife Rape, Ped rape, Incest, Ped, Canabilism, snuff,violence)
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Story: Vacation Hell. ( Wife Rape, Ped rape, Incest, Ped,
Canabilism, snuff,violence)

   John Connley decided to take the secondary highway. Traveling
the interstates was a fast way to get to where you were going ,
but going off on the side roads was where the real adventure was.
John was taking his annual two week vacation from his job at a
software development company in Sunnyvale. He and his wife,
Cynthia, were singing songs and trying to get their children to
sing along. There was nothing to the fourty year old couple
better than singing songs like ' this old house' and ; 99 bottles
of beer on the wall', to make a tripe have that family zing to
it.

 Their three children, Alisa, aged ten, Roland, aged nine and
Carrie, aged seven. Carrie had talked her family into allowing
Maria, who was the same age, along on their trip with them. Maria
 went to school with her and Carrie was teraching her English,
since her parents had no desire to learn the language. They were
from Mexico and believed that one day California would be
returned to Mexico anyway. They had come across the border
illegally and Maria was born in the dessert on the United States
side of the border.

 John and Cynthia were both very liberal in their thinking. They
welcomed the illegals into the country and homes. After all
everyone in America came from immigrants anyway. John thought
about his work as he drove through the Nevada dessert. He felt
very avant guarde driving through unchartered terririty, at least
to him it was unchartered. Most drivers avoided the highway
because it had no facillities. A car that broke down here was as
good as lost. John never gave a thought to this. His new Volvo
was in top notch shape for the trip, and John had all the
emergency equiptment that he needed.

 He even had a large tent in the back of the SUV so that they
could camp along the way. Oh what fun they would have. John
already had stories to regale his fellow workers in Sunnyvale.
Like the time they saw a strata of different colored rock in a
cut off the road. He had taken ten minutes of video so his
friends could asctually be there and see it. Cynthia smiled as
she listened to her breadwinner husband as he went over the story
that he would tell with her. John was so clever. She had been
lucky to marry him when they met at a computer siminar in San
Jose.

 Cynthia always liked to go to San Jose, especially to the 'Cinco
De Mayo' festivities. She just knew that she had been a Mexican
during a previous life. John was of course a Roman gladiator.
Cynthia knew that the odds of a Mexican peasant girl and a Roman
gladiator getting married was very rare. She had had an outfit. A
pesant blouse and flowered, flowing skirt that she wore on
special occasions. John would don a genuine roman gladiator
outfir that he had gotten from a film studio that his company had
. They would have the best sex possible. Once it had even went
beyond the normal two minutes by about thirty seconds. John
called it his thirty seconds over Cynthia.

 They had conceived all their children while wearing the outfits.
John and Cynthia would get a little preturbed at some in the
company, when he and Cynthia wore the outfits to a halloween
party. The dullards had no idea of the meaning of the outfits and
John would become enraged when they returned home. John would
make effegies of the offenders to make them get a nosebleed or
have a cramp. That would show them.

 They had been driving for several hours when they spotted a gas
station, well it looked like a gas station. There was a rusty
pump and an old Sinclair sign next to the highway. He pulled in.
The family all got out and did their stretching excercises. They
hear a twittering sound and looked to see several ragged children
hiding behind a corner. John thought it real quiant that they
were sniggering at the family. These people probably didn't get a
chance to see civilized people much. He and Cynthin had a little
ritual they had when they would come across people like these on
their vacations. They carried candy and snacks for this purpose.
Not that their own children were allowed to have candy of =r
chips. It was bad for them but John and his wife saw no harm in
giving these treats to primatives, as they called them. It wasn't
as if they would cause them to have any less of a life than they
already had.

 "Hep yall foks?" The voice startled John. He didn't like
surprises. It meant a lack of control which meant a lot to him.
John looked at the misshappen man, if he could be called that. He
seemed to have ove eye gronw over with a rashy looking skin. Then
he saw them. How had they surounded them so easily. There must
have been eight of them. Male and female both. The adult were the
first man and then there was another man, if he could be called
that. He was tall and bowed in his middle. If he stood up
straight, he would be almost seven feet tall. But as it was he
could only walk with his top half perpendicular to his lower
body. That made him about four feet tall. Jonh had a thought
about straightening him out and putting him in th NBA.

 Once over their initial shock John and his family interracted
with the poor unfortuante creatures. Carrie and Maria were
showing some children about their own age some of their things.
Roland was the center of attention of two girls that could have
been teen agers. They might have been concidered pretty by the
standards of the primatives, John had already cataloged them, as
he usually did with everything. He went to get Roland away from
the two girls. After all Roland was just a child and these two
seemed to have other ideas in mind. One girl had grouped Roland.
Cynthia was furious and lit into one of the grown women. She
didn't know who the girls parents were but this woman would do.
It was the first man, the one with one eye that smacked the teen
agders and the woman also. he uttered some gluteral sounds. He
was full of apologizes to the family.

 All was well again. He even got instructions from the man as to
where to pulle fo the highway to find a capmsite for the night.
John finally was driving to the turn off. He wanted to set the
tent up while it was still light. He could have used the lights
on the Volvo to do it with but that was bad on the battery.
Finally the tent was set up and Cynthia made a camp meal on a
Foreman grill. The steaks were just right from the frezzer carry
all. After that they sat around and sang camp songs. John was
about to byrst with good feelings about his place in the world
when he heard a screech. It was little maria. She had went to the
side of the campsite to pee. John looked up from his self
indulgent reviere and saw maria in the hands of a man that looked
even less of a human than the ones at the gas station.

 He tried getting to his feet when he saw more stars than he
thought possible in the sky. He had a thought about the big bang
theory ,and then blacked out. When he came to he had his hand's
tied behind him. His feet were also tied tightly together.
Basically he was hog tied. "Bet yall can't get free of them
nots..ken you.? Ity was the man from the station. He looked at
John through his stained teeth in a vivious grin. He heard a
whimper and looked to the location of the sound. It took a minute
for his controlled  brain to process what he was seeing. It was
Cynthia. She was naked and one male creature held her with her
arms behind her head. Between her legs was what looked like a
cross between a black bear and a man. John knew that it was a man
because of the large misshappened apendage that sprouted from the
creatures loins. It was a penis, but not like any that John could
imagine. For onr thing it was exceptionally large.

 To John a large penis was one that was seven inches compared to
his five inch member. This thing that Cynthia was trying to evade
was at least a foot long and as big around as his bicept. It also
was so twisted that it was impossible to tell where what was. "
Old thing there loves sweet little califrney girls..he says they
ken fuck gud." John turned to the man and looked at him
uncomprehending. Then in a flash his mind went to his children.
Then he saw them all tied in a row a few feet away. They were all
crying and sobbing. tears made dirty streaks down their faces.
They were all there and like Cynthia they were all naked. Cynthia
saw that John was awake.

 "Help us John...help us..." He saw the look in her eyes that she
really thought that he was incapable of helping them or of even
helping himself. This was all wrong..things like this didn't
happen to people that followed the dictates of political
correctness. He was a computer engineer..he lived in Sunnyvale,
california...things like this did not happen to good people like
them. he looked horrified as the man who could talk went and
grabbed the hairy monstrosity bu the scuff of where it's neck
should be.

 "I told you thet you culdn't get that log of urin in her you
imbecle." He dropped his pant's and rammed a nine inch thick
dirty cock in Cynthia's cunt. Cynthia screamed and continued
while the man continued his assault on his wife's tender
privates. He happened to look at Roland. Even though he was a s
young as he was the carnal display of his mother being raped
caused his little three inch penis to errect. One of the older
women saw this and immediately got down on her hands and knees
and sucked the tiny penis into her mouth. John felt the greatest
disgust he ever thought possible. He started to yell and scream
at the creature when sudden;y Roland's crying became a loud
scream of pain. The woman jerked back. Her mouth was covered in
blood and she was chewing something. The man raping Cynthia
pulled his obscene prick from her and went to the woman who ahd
tried to run away. "Godam bitch...couldn't wait...had to get the
choice peices all to yourself...gredy whore. " He bagan to slap
and beat her. He made her spit out tha mangled flesh tah had once
been Rolands hope for a future.

 Then he took a fire brand from the fire and brought the glowing
peice of wood to Roland's bloody crotch. There was the sound and
smell of burning flesh. The man had staunched the flow of blood
but Roland had passed out. The man came back and told Cynthia to
open her leg's for him again. At first she refused, shaking her
head like some stuck robot. The man just laughed and told two
other men to spread them. The dirty creatures almost cracked
Cynthia's hisp when they spread her klegs so the man could resume
his rape. "yall be carful now...we want good babies from her."
John heard this but was not understanding. His attention was
being stretched into too many different directions. He liked it
when he just had one project at a time to focus his contration
on. There were his children. His son was horribly mangaled. His
other daughtere were in terror. Then his wife was being raped
before his eyes. His privacy had been invaded and he sought to
make it go away. he found himself reatreating into that personal
space where his mind usually went when things didn't go his way.
he was sure that when he returned that all would be normal again.
His wife and family would be safe and snuggled up in their home
in Sunnyvale.

 In the back of his mind he still heard the screams of his wife
and kids and focused harder on escaping all of it. He rembered a
wet mouth on his genitiles. He thought he heard some one say that
he would be able to give them many good meals. He thought about
the decision he made to have his cords to be cut after the three
children. He could not father any more children till he had the
procedure reversed. His mind was working...he would get these
creatures to let him go to a doctor to get it done and then he
would send an email to his friends at work telling them to
contact the authorities. He found himself being pulled to his
feet and marched from the place they were in now. It was a cave.
He was being taken to the campsite. he only saw the Volvo there.
He was made to drive the car back to the caves. The cave up front
was large enough for his to pull it inside.

 By the time he got back to where his wife and children were, his
wife had been fucked several times. She was just laying and
staring at the roof of the cave while creature after creature
fucked his misshapned, dirty cock into her. There was a pool of
what looked like sperm under her crotch. it had partially soaked
into the ground. "Them boy's jest having fun...shooting blanks
...everyone of thems no good for giving a woman children. You ken
do that fur us...we like kids..." he cackled and pulled the men
off my wife..."Best you start now...go get her pregnant..." I was
pushed between Cynthia's thighs. I could not get an erection.
Cynthia just layed there. I looked to where my kids were. Little
Roland had came too from his painful swoon. He had tight filthy
rags around his legs and arme...

 "You think we are jest dumb animals...se those...they keep the
boy from bleeding to death when we chop his arms and legs off..."
He cackled as he saw the look of horror on my face..." Ifen he
dies then his meat starts to spoil..we keep em alive as long as
we can...don't really matter ...cuz there are a lot of us having
dinner tonight..." now the oldest girl we keep to breed more kids
to eat...te other two...I'm a thinkin...might be we have to waite
too long fro them to get where they ken have chilluns...might
make a meal outa them too...that little dark one will taste real
good..."

 John's mind couldn't process what he was hearing. He seemed
incapable of movement as the man went to where little Roland lay
in a stupor. Although he hels a large sharp cleaver in his hand,
John still would not sdmit what was about to take place. The man
brought the cleaver down on Roland's leg with a loud whack. There
was a little blood but the makeshift tournoquet did it's job and
the leg severed easily. Then he raised the cleaver again and
brought it down with a loud whack. Roland's other leg fell from
his body. The boy was conscious. His mind may have retreated to a
place of toy space ships and pirats from the vacant stare in his
eyes. " Now you think wese barbarians...we aint wee guv the boy a
potion to help him." He picked Roland's severered legs up and
threw them into a pot of bubling vegetables. He glanced at Maria
and carrie. he appeared to be thinking...

 I saw Alisa then...she was naked and a woman was kneeling
between her legs sucking her little cunt..."You know that you
gonna have to get than yungun knocked up too?" John was apst any
rational thought and was bubbling..."Now you keep yourn head
togeter or wese gonna have to eat you too." He looked to his wife
and saw that two large mongrel dogs were busy lapping the sperm
the creatures had left in her. Every now and then one would get
carried away and start to tear at the felsh of her cunt with
their curved canines. The man went and knocked the dogs away with
a large club. She dogs snarled and slunk away. He saw that
Cynthia was bleeding there..in her private places..John was so
polotically correct that he could not bring himslef to say the
other word.

 He saw that little Roland was shivering and sobbing
uncontrollably. One old woman came and made some gluteral sounds
to the man and he made some back. The woman went asn knelt
between where little Roland's leg's used to be. John saw the old
hag put her mouth on the small tender testicles of his only son.
Roland didn't even make a sound when the hag bit them off. The
man once again did the thing with the hot fire brand. John had a
moment of real man hood and he screamed and leapt at the old hag.
She just skitted away cackling and chewing on his son's maleness.
The man swatted him back down. "you best get in in urn head thet
yungun of urin is dead already...he's jest food now and nothing
you ken do will ever make him whole agin. He sat with his head
betewwn his leg's. Then he felt a body being thrown against him.
It was Alisa. His oldest daughter. She grabbed hard onto her
father, her protector. She was naked and her body was hot against
John's on fleesh. In spite of himself he felt his cock begin to
errect. Many times he had looked in at his naked daughter in the
shower. John had made a spy hole in the closet in his home office
which was next to the bathroom. He was able to watch Alisa as she
played with her little immature slit. He would masturbate while
he watched her.

 Now she was cluched, naked against him. He was expected to take
her tender cherry. His cock rose up and nudged her buttocks. John
shifted his self till his hard cock, all five inches and an inch
in diameter of it, was nestled in the folds of her tiny slit. :He
was whispering to Alisa... "Baby you don't have to be
afraid...it's normal...did you know that in ancient societies a
girl your age was already married and having children..." he
talked but Alisa wasn't listning. She too had retreated in her
own little world...

 Mean while back in Sunnyvale: "Whay do you mean that John has
them...we need them and we need then yesterday."  The manager of
the software development department was speaking to Tom Railings,
John's co worker...

 "Look JR John took them with him so he could de bug them some on
his laptop." Tom explained that the program would not be needed
for at least five or six weeks. "Well that's history
now...Consolidated is calling for the finished product now
damnit..."

 " John had a GPS in his lap top..." Jr Cumming's eyed
brightned...Well track his down...


 Part two... John was unaware of the helicopter that circled over
head. He had Alisa sitting on his cock. He had already fucked the
girl a dozen times...He had been told to make her pregnant...He
also knew that was impossible...He was steril. He could always
blame it on the girl but Cynthia was another matter. She had
already had children. The same old hag that had eaten little
Roland's ball's had stuck her finger's deep in Cynthia's cunt and
smelt them. If John didn't make her pregnant then the creatures
would think that the problem was with him. He wept as he fucked
up into Alisa's cunt. He felt his orgasm building. He had only
been able to fuck because of who it was. he had watched the
murder of his son. He had even been made to eat some of his son's
flesh. He had felt sick and disgusted at forst, but the flesh of
his son had sustained him and his wife. He was sure that Alisa
wasn'rt even sure of what she had eaten.  Maria had also been
eatn. It seemed that the man who liked the dark meat , as he put
is, was allowed to have his way.

 His way was that he liked the dark meat raw and Little Maria was
chomped on while she still lived. Her chewed on leg bones were
twinted from her body and tossed to the hungry dogs. The creature
that liked dark meat had bitten the little girls cunt along with
her anus off in one bite and chewed the flesh with relish, wjile
the little girl died. The creatures had held her bleeding body up
like a chalice and drank from the fount of her life leaving her.
Carrie had saw all this. Carrie was now in a state of shock.

 "What the hell...how can the signal be comming from the ground
itself?"

 "It seems that the lap top is in a cave..."

 "I think we had better get the police to check it out."

 John sat numbly and watched his wife's body be used as a cum
depository for the males of the creatures. He saw signs that she
was actually beginning to respond to the rape. It was the second
week of thier abduction...

 The creatures looked at the robot that had been sent into the
caves...They had no idea what it was and like children they
gathered around and looked.

 "Look at them...they look like something out of a horror
story...say look at that bone that one ios chewing on..Oh my God
..it's human...a childs maybe..."

 "Get Swat to come and clean that nest out..."

 "We think that they are some people that lived close by during
the fifties when we were doing a lot of nuclear testing..."

 "Look I don't care if they weer once humans...canabilism is
something else...clean them out..."


 John fucked his little girl for the fourth time that day. he
remembered that Cynthia had tried to get close to him for comfort
and he pushed her away...She was just trying to keep him from
having any fun...she was always like that...He heard the shots
and the screams...

 "Take a few for testing and kill the rest..." More shots...more
garbled screams..animal screams...the man that had been the
leader came to them...He was bloody from several bullets...He had
escaped..."you drive the car...you ken git us away..."  He didn't
see cynthia bring the club down on his head...He sank to the
floor of the cave. His hand's in front of him in protection. The
police entered and saw the scene. John held little Alisa. His
cock was in her and he was cumming in her stretched
cunt...Cynthis was beating the pulpy head of the leader with the
club. The police just let her keep beating.

 The police found several women there, all with swollen bellies.
There was one old man in the section of the cave with them. The
one woman that could talk said that the man was a drifter that
had been captured so he could make the women pregnant. When the
women were discovered they turned on the old man with rage and
beat him to death. later reports said that the babies ahd been
cut fron the women using cesirian section. One fetus lived and it
was put in an incubator. The others were disposed of. " I know
that's the right to lifers would have a field day but the women
didn't need the fetus's in them even a minute longer than
necessary." Secretelt the police hoped that the one survivor
would die also.

  One Year Later...

 "Well John...I see you are doing better..."

 " I know but all that was dine under duress that none of us can
imagine...Your daughter will be taken care of ...for the rest of
her life if necessary...Now lillte carrie is much better...The
doctors thought that she waould do better in a different
enviroment..." John had seen his youngest only once a couple of
months ago. He was told that she was doing fine... except that
she carries this little doll around and talkes to it all the
time...She called the doll Maria..

 "Guess what John..?" " your wife's father and brothers want to
take you out for the day. Your brother is with them."

 " We think that somewhat normal settings will make you
better...Oh your wife has recovered and will be there too...
isn't that great or what."

  John looked down from the vista view. His father and brother in
law along with his wife and brother had brought him up to this
spot. Strangely no one had spoken much to him. Now Carter
Jamison, Cynthia's father began to talk. " You know John I never
really liked you...but me and Marge didn't intefer with what
Cynthia wanted...or thought she wanted.." "Actually I always
thought that you were a little too much of a control freaK...I
know that you are mentally superior to many of us with all that
computer stuff an all... You didn't have to make us feel like
idiots thought.."

 He was always like this" John heard his older brother speak..."
I should have finished the job when I tried to drown you in your
lillte bathtub."

 "My sister deserved better than you...you know...mr smart
asshole."

 John couldn't understand whay his family was talking to him this
way...didn't they realize that he had been through hell. Then
Carter pushed John's wheel chair closer to the edge. The doctors
said that his inability to walk was sychosematic but it was real
to John. At night in the hospital he imagined him fucking his
little girl and thought of ways that he could get his family back
together so he could have her some more.

 "Look down there John...you know that I'm going to push you off.
You are going to die like you should have back there in the
cave."

 "Yes John dear...you remember the cave..you know that Ialways
wanted to tell you this...those animals mede me cum... That's
right...they made me cun you asshole bastard...Yiu had to take
the side road...against every wish of ours... You were the one
that wanted to play explorer..."

 " But I was the father...Iam the leader..." John's face smarted
as the men , including his own brother, began to laugh at him.

 " Listen to the asshole...he still thinks that he the all great
computer expert..."

 " I know how did you think it was living with him all these
years...?"

 " Well honey that will end today and you will have a chance to
get your family back...the doctors even thisk that he's the big
roadblock to recovery."

 " Yeah...we would have all been better if they had eaten the
worthless son of a bitch..."

 "Well I am going to push your chait off into outer space
motherfucker."

 " I thought that i could be the one to do it."

 " Oh no I'm his brother...I tried once and I really need to
finish the job..."

 " Why are you talking about me as if I.m not here...hey what are
you doing..."

 "Oh you are so smart...why don't you tell us..?"

 " You can't get away with this..." This brought a freash round
of laughter...

 " YOu are kidding right...you fuking dumb ass...FDont you
realize that you wheeled yourself..."

 "Hey let's get him real close...I know we will let him hang a
few minutes so he will know what's happening.'

 "Like this..." John felt his self tilt froward. he looked down
into the green void. It was so far to the bottom that there were
no individule things that could be seen. All he could see was a
carpet of green...no wait there's a road... Ha...I saw a road
down there...I can walk out after I hit....ha ha the laught is on
you cocksuckers...Noooooooo."

 John felt the drop..he heard the laughter getting faint as he
dropped...let's see at three thousand feet at a drop ratio of
let...see...how many feet per second...i should be hitting in
about .. Thunk...flash of light...darkness... he had been wrong
again...

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