The Devil’s Nightmare
By been there
©May 2004

Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff

18.  Time to get even.  .  .

 They plotted their return with guidelines to gain the utmost
effect and exact their revenge.  Each conjured apparel for the
trip that revealed much of their charms, flattered their earthly
bodies and still so left much to the imagination.  The day
arrived of their departure, they timed it carefully because as
warned their time was limited to several short hours.  One of the
concessions wrested from the old man was the ability to make time
slower than reality.  Thus each hour would seemed like three to
the ones effected.

	Tall and his gang of cohorts barreled down the highway,
recklessly weaving in and out of the traffic that didn’t give way
to their progress.  They abandoned empty liqueur bottles and
other trash with little regard for the feelings of others who
might travel the road or the damage they caused.  If some fellow
driver objected, the bikers would dispatch one of their own to
finalize the argument, completely.  The trail of devastation
wasn’t hard to follow.  	
	Away from sight behind the next rise, Truly and Carlotta waited,
poised for the beginning.  As the lights of the headlamps struck
the creatures floating above the roadway surface, on wings of
transparent gauze, the screech of brakes and metal‚ slewing‚ out
of control was the only sound of the night.  Some were killed
outright, with the screams still in their throat, some injured in
degrees but Tommy was the one who bounced to his feet, dazed and
thinking his guardian angels had hovered over him.  Little did he
know it wasn’t an angel, but a illusion they were able to
conjure.  The gang loyalty was such that those who were able were
helped and escorted to a hospital door, those who died were left
to the authorities to sort out and Tommy remained puzzled by what
he remembered of the incident	
Thinking back, Tall remembered images from his drunken and
drugged past included these two faces.
	“Nah, those bitches are dead, killed them myself,” as his
scrambled brain tried to straighten the mess in his thoughts.  He
wanted to go back to the hill and see if the images were still
there.  He also wanted to go back to the old barn and check the
shallow grave.  He wanted answers, his mind reeled with the
confusion.  The cool night air helped to unfetter his confusion.
He road conservatively as he put the miles back to the barn
behind him	
	Alone, all alone, for the first time in many years, his bravado
deserted him as he struggled to open the barn door.  As the
darkness within was penetrated by the bright beam of his
headlamp, there appeared an image so unnerving he was thrown to
the dirt floor as if felled by an ax handle	
	Reaching from the grave were both women half unearthed, waiting
for him to approach.  Their eyes were sunken and dark, their skin
wrinkled, shriveling and dirt matting their hair.  Groans of
misery escaped gaping mouths.  His own groans joined theirs
complete the unholy scene.
	His will so broken, he lay in the dirt as the grimy but
determined avengers stalked him.  He scrambled in retreat to no
avail as they easily matched and overtook his struggling form. 
He clearly demonstrated his terror, he was speechless, powerless
to call for help.  As this terror built in his mind the body
failed him.  He suffered a paralysis leaving him alive, breathing
but unable to move except his head.

19.  Time slows even more.  .

	“Well, well, hello there Tommy Tall, “Carlotta smirked with her
face inches from his.  The great one has fallen.  She turned to
Vixen and waved her to continue.  	
	“I don’t think it would be fair to make him suffer without
knowing what will happen to him, do you, “Truly spoke as a laugh
escaped her lips.  At each ear, they started to outlined the
remaining hours of his life	
	“Maybe we should tell him our plan one step at a time, do it,
then tell him the next,” Carlotta interjected.  “Let him
anticipate the pain and suffering, so he can fully appreciate it
when it happens.  ”
	“f we do it that way, he wont be able to know how bad we are
going to fuck over his body and mind,” Truly responded.  Tell him
all of it so when we are done with one he can really look forward
to the next.  
	“Maybe you are right,” Cruz said
	 Together they spit and snarled the torture list into his ears
accentuating certain items that they would take particular
delight in inflicting upon his body.  They let each word hang
until he grasp the full impact of what it would entail.  Some of
the life started to return to his suffering and he tried to rise
and battle his way out of this horrible situation.  Truly lay one
hand on his chest, searing through his leather jacket and leaving
an indelible print on his chest.  He screamed just before he
again passed out.  	

	His helpless spirit was released from the prostrated form below
as the three forms now lazed above the scene.  He could feel the
struggle of his alter self reaching back from unconsciousness and
the loss of all abilities to resist.  As easily as their thoughts
formed, he felt the warmth rise in both of his forms in his
flesh.  quickly it intensified until he was a screaming
floundering and helpless mass of charred flesh with just a spark
of life remaining.  The next instant he returned to normal except
for the memories.  Memories of long hours with intense suffering
played a continuous loop in his vision.  He sucked the fresh air
into lungs cooling the burning sensation from the previous
onslaught just as his skin began to crawl with spots of
excruciating itching spreading rapidly into bigger blotches until
he was a mass of writhing flesh.  Hours later, calm returned and
he muttered under his breath, “Thank God.  ” 
	Truly answered, “God cannot help you this time.  You, long ago
reached the point where your soul has been delegated to me.  Now,
on to our next item of entertainment.  In the meantime we will
let you rest with just this to comfort you.”
	A splitting bolt of pain enveloped his head.  He flailed arms
and legs while the full power struck in force.  The list so long
ago echoed in his memory.  His breath came in gasps from his
hovering form as well as the body in agony below him.  He was
suffering twofold.  A calm settled over the scene until his
memory again recalled the next suffering he would endure.  The
unheard scream echoed from the wooden walls of the deserted barn	

Images too faint to be sure started to materialize before him. 
With time, they became recognizable.  His pals, his gang, his
compadres.  Wait a minute, you all died, died in the accident
that these two bitches caused.  “Help me up, lets pay them back.
” Help was what he received.  Two braced him on his feet and two
took turns bludgeoning his head with fists impervious to their
own pain.  His skin tore and blood seep from each wound.  His
nose was now decidedly pointed toward one ear and mangled to a
mass of red.  As the blows landed along his head, spittle and
broken teeth spew from bloodied lips.  With delight showing, the
bikers changed places and began a fisted body massage that drove
Tommy’s breath in gasping ughffs.  The sound of ribs cracking
accentuated the blows to his body
He lay limp in the supporting arms, he was dropped
unceremoniously to a heap of rubble at their feet
	The breath was fire flowing into his lungs and the expanding
ribs grated end to end.  Minutes passed, hours to him as the
racking pain traveled throughout his miserable body.  He wished
for death.


