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When Alex awoke, she was cold. She felt a dull ache in her arms and shoulders, which were stretched painfully above her head. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was lying on a hard cement floor. She tried to shift herself and sit up, but when she moved her arms, she felt a sharp pain in her wrists. She looked up and saw steel cuffs encircling her wrists attached to the stone wall by chains looped through a hook above her.

She felt a shiver of fear run through her. She began yanking at her chains and crying out for help. She looked around wildly, sobbing with fear. Her wrists began to chafe and bleed beneath the manacles, and the pain shocked her enough to slow her brain down.

She scanned the room, and a few feet to her right, she saw Sherri, and beyond her, Mark. Both of them were also chained. It was then that she realized that both she and her friends were completely naked.

She fought to quell the panic rising in her stomach. She tried to think clearly, to remember what had happened last night, but she felt drowsy and was having difficulty collecting her thoughts. The short chains rendered her unable to stand, so she drew herself up into a sitting position.

Sherri was too far away to touch, so Alex tried calling out to her. Her friend moaned and shifted her head from side to side. Sherri’s eyes opened slowly, then shot wide as the woman realized where she was.

She didn’t scream, but she began panting heavily, and her eyes bulged in a way that Alex didn’t like.

“Fuck….” Mark groaned as he raised himself into a sitting position. He had some dried blood on the side of his head, and he looked dazed.

“Where the fuck am I…”

Alex had no more of an idea than Mark did. It appeared that they were in a large warehouse with cracked, pitted cement flooring. The walls were made of corrugated metal. Alex guessed that this was the “smokehouse” they had seen earlier. She looked up and realized that the hooks to which their chains were attached were mounted on long metal tracks that ran across the warehouse.

There was a loud creak, and the three captives looked ahead as a large sliding metal door opened and four figures stepped in.

The first was Ma Grainger, sporting her outfit from before and the same chipper smile. Behind her came Lavinia in her thin white nightgown, and Cletus in blue coveralls. The fourth figure behind them was like something out of a nightmare.

It appeared to be at least seven feet tall, huge and hulking. Large muscles bulged beneath its greyish skin. The thing wore a massive, bloodstained apron, brown work pants, and thick black boots and gloves. It had long, dark hair, and yellow eyes with pupils like a goat’s gleamed above a large metal facemask that covered the lower half of its face. The hulking monster carried a huge butcher knife that would have served as a mighty greatsword for a regular person. A massive, blood-caked mallet hung from a loop in its belt.

Ma and her bizarre posse stopped a few feet before the captives. Suddenly, Sherri screamed. The noise hurt Alex’s ears, and she wished she could go back to sleep and wake up in her hotel room, as if this were all just a strange dream.

Ma Grainger stepped forward and slapped Sherri, causing the woman’s head to rock back. Her screams subsided to whimpers.

Alex decided to start talking. She didn’t know what she was going to say but saying anything was better than letting these freaks just murder them without doing anything.

“What do you want from us? You want money? We’ll give you whatever we have, but please don’t kill us. We won’t tell anyone about this. We’ll forget everything. Just please…”

Ma held up a hand, signaling for silence. Alex stopped speaking.

“Now listen up you three. I’m real sorry things had to turn out this way, but ya gotta understand my position here. I’m just a businesswoman, ok? I support the local economy, I work hard, and I treat my customers right. But sometimes, little sacrifices need to made.” Ma drawled.

“What the fuck are you saying?! Let us go you bitch!” Mark bellowed, fully conscious now. His abrupt yell startled Sherri, which started her sobbing quietly.

Alex felt her stomach drop. She felt she knew what was coming. She struggled to control her voice as she asked “P-please….just tell us what you’re going to do to us.”

Ma’s face took on a sympathetic look. “Hun, I’m sorry about this but to be completely honest with you, none of ya’ll are leaving this warehouse alive.”

 

Alex’s head drooped. She stared numbly at the floor, distantly hearing Mark’s yells and Sherri’s desperate pleas. This was it. This was the end of her life. A cold resignation ran through her. She didn’t know how long she sat there, with her four captors watching the three of them. She was startled out of her trance by a soft swishing sound as a figure walked over to her. She looked up as Lavinia knelt beside her. The woman’s narrow blade-like face oddly softened with sympathy.

“Please…Please just let us go.” Alex whispered.

“I’m sorry Alex. Really I am. I liked you a lot.” The quiet girl rasped. “I promise you won’t suffer.” Lavinia reached a pale hand forward and cupped Alex’s face. She raised the woman’s head so their eyes met.

Alex felt a shiver of…something..run through her body as she saw a startlingly purple tongue flick out of Lavinia’s mouth and lick her lips, as if she were anticipating a good meal.

“I promise we’ll have a little fun first. You won’t hardly feel a thing when the time comes. I like big gals like you. I bet you’ll be real tasty.”

Alex felt a wave of arousal crash through her. Lavinia was close enough that she could have kissed Alex. The girl’s hand was surprisingly warm and soft. Alex wanted to pull her close, but she couldn’t. Chained to the wall as she was, she was completely within the girl’s power. And something about Lavinia’s last sentence had tickled a part of her brain. That part that she hid deep within herself and refused to acknowledge. Did she say I would be ‘tasty’?

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. She remembered the cartoon pig holding a rack of its own ribs, Cletus teasing the secret of what made the brisket so good. She recalled the unusual, tantalizing flavor of the ribs, the color of the meat that was slightly off.

“You’re going to eat us.” Alex said matter-of-factly. “You’re going to make us into meat for the restaurant. Slaughter us and butcher us. Serve us up.”

“Oh God!” Sherri moaned. “What is wrong with you people?!”

Lavinia smiled back at Alex and nodded slowly.

Ma Grainger clapped her hands together excitedly. “Yep! You got it hun! I knew you were a smart one!”

Mark roared and tried to charge Ma Grainger, but he was sharply jerked back by the chains on his wrist. He fell to the ground, his back hitting the floor with a hard thump.

Ma continued to explain. “It’s really hard to make a name for yourself in the restaurant business. My grandma started this place up decades ago, but she hardly got any customers. She knew she needed a gimmick and a good one at that.”

The blonde matriarch began to pace back and forth. “She realized that there was one type of meat that was better, more tender, and more delicious than the rest. It was a special kind of meat. The kind you couldn’t just get any old place. It was…well…people meat. I won’t go into how she figured that little secret out.” She chuckled, eyes sparkling with remembrance.

“She knew that people wouldn’t be able to get enough of the stuff, so long as they didn’t know what it really was. And we thrived out here! We’ve been doing this for decades. Unfortunately, we haven’t grabbed anyone to use for meat recently, and a senator’s birthday is coming up, and we needed more stock for the catering, and well….” She gestured around at the warehouse, beaming brightly. “Here you are!”

“ Was…was that why you were being so nice to us?” Sherri said through her tears.

“Oh, no, hun, not at all!” Ma Grainger cooed. “We love gettin’ new guests, especially from out of state! Why, I was just pleased as pie when I heard ya’ll had come all this way for my food….” To Alex’s astonishment, she actually thought she saw tears in the woman’s eyes.

Ma continued “I just felt so proud! And gosh-darnit, I wanted you folks to feel downright welcome in your last hours.”

“This is …..this is….” Alex trailed off. She wore a blank expression. The cannibal mother and her mutant brood stared down at her. The silence was deafening. There was no sound except for the occasional sniffle from Sherri, the creaking of the old, corrugated metal walls, and the whistling of the desert wind.

Suddenly, Alex broke into a smile. “This is the best day of my life!”

Sherri gasped in horror. Mark glared at Alex, equal parts enraged and astonished.

Lavinia grinned and Ma Grainger, for once, seemed surprised.

Ma said “You mean…you really want to be eaten?”

“Yes!” Alex replied cheerfully. “I thought you guys were just going to murder us. But…” Alex took a deep breath and hesitated. She wondered if she could really reveal her darkest secret. But then, reminded herself that she was probably going to die very soon anyway, so she may as well be honest.

She continued “but I’ve had a fantasy about becoming meat for years! This is just absolutely insane! I can’t believe this. Tell me more about what you’re going to do to me.”

Alex’s friends sat in stunned silence. Cletus roared with laughter. The massive grey giant in the back let out a deep, reverberating chuckle, which sounded like the grinding and booming of massive, underground machines churning in darkness.

Ma Grainger blinked a few times “Well, I can say this is certainly a surprise. But it’s absolutely a good one. I’ve never met a gal like you in my life. I’ve never had to explain to the meat what I’ll do to it before hand.” She put a hand on her chin, stroking it musingly.

“Well first, we give all our meat a little ahem, tenderizing, before the slaughterin’…..”

Cletus yelled from behind her “She means we fuck em’!”

Alex blushed, and she saw Lavinia give her a knowing wink.

“Now Cletus, there is no need for profanity.” Ma scolded. “It’s just that…ahem…orgasm… pre-slaughter seems to improve the flavor.” She said in a clinical tone.

Sherri screamed again, and Alex heard Mark thrashing against his chains.

Ma continued as if she hadn’t heard. “When the meat is…erm… distracted, we slaughter it, usually as painlessly as possible. We then move on to slittin’ em open, cleaning em’ out, and hangin’ em’ up to drain the blood. Then we cut them up into all the different pieces of meat and decide what we’ll use for what.”

She strode down to where Mark was chained. He stared up at her with pure hatred.

Ma gestured to him “This fella’ over here has a bit a muscle. Not bad. Some of him we’ll use for burgers, but he’s probably good for a few steaks on him in some of the more muscular areas.

She ran her hand up and down his belly and chest, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

She looked down and her eyes flashed with mirth. The matriarch reached between Mark’s legs and gave him a gentle squeeze. Mark started at the sudden sensation.

Ma Grainger purred, staring into Mark’s eyes, her hand gently caressing him. “I bet some of our more discrete, discerning customers from the VIP Club would love to order this nice cut.”

Mark spat at her in disdain, and quicker than he could blink, Ma Grainger’s booted foot flashed around, hitting him square in the chin. He fell to the floor, crying out in pain.

Without looking back at the whimpering man, Ma walked next to Sherri. “This fine lady has a good bit of meat on her.” She pulled a nearby hanging chain, and Sherri’s wrists were yanked upwards, forcing her to a standing position.

Ma inspected her carefully, as if looking over a prize-winning cow. “Yes. She’s got a lot a meat right here…” She absently fondled one of Sherri’s large breasts, ignoring the girl’s plaintive whimpering.

“And especially here.” She pinched Sherri’s ample butt, causing her to yelp and wriggle in surprise. The sudden movement sent Sherri’s breasts bouncing and swaying, and Alex noticed Cletus watching closely with satisfaction.

Ma Grainger nodded to Lavinia. “And since you just joined the business recently, Lavinia, why don’t you tell me about your friend Alex over there.”

Lavinia nodded demurely. She walked over to Alex and pulled another hanging chain. Alex could feel the chains on her arms rising and pulling taut.

“Stand up.” Lavinia commanded.

The bound girl immediately complied.

Lavinia moved closer to Alex, close enough that Alex could feel her body heat. Lavinia’s hands moved over Alex’s body stroking up and down her thighs, sending tingles of arousal coursing through her. Lavinia brushed her soft hands over Alex’s breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. Even though her gaze and her touch were clinical and businesslike, Alex couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Lavinia pressed her body up against Alex’s, and Alex could feel the girls small, pert breasts pushing up against hers, as Lavinia’s hands roamed up and down her back, eventually sliding over her plump ass.

Being inspected like this was hotter than anything Alex could have imagined in her wildest fantasies. Lavinia examined Alex’s best “cuts” with a cold yet unnerving hunger, licking her lips with relish. Alex felt warmth growing in her lower belly and between her legs. Her lower lips began to swell with arousal, and, to her utter embarrassment, she felt a telltale trickle of wetness dripping down her thighs.

When Lavinia stepped back, Alex clamped her legs together in a fruitless effort to hide what was happening to her body. Ma Grainger noticed and spoke in a kind but firm voice.

“It’s alright Alex, no need to be embarrassed. You’re just meat to us now anyway. A pig or a cow ain’t embarrassed about anything!”

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her tensed muscles.

“Ha ha. Guess I’m still getting used to this whole thing.”

Lavinia turned to her mother and said “Well Ma, we can certainly get a lot of meat off her. She’s well marbled too. We can definitely use her for brisket and ribs. Those thighs and shoulders might make good pulled ‘pork’ too.”

Alex smiled, imagining how many plates, and eventually stomachs, of happy diners she would fill. She hoped she would make a satisfying meal, but she even more fervently hoped the slender, dark-haired beauty before her would be the one to prepare her.

Her reverie was interrupted by a shout from Mark.

“You’ll regret this! I’ve got powerful friends! I know fuckin’ senators and shit! They’ll tear this place apart looking for me.”

Ma Grainger laughed “Oh sugar, senators are some of our best customers. Celebrities, diplomats, businessmen, they’re part of our VIP Club. They’re the ones who know what really goes on in this place. You’d be surprised how many people will pay top dollar to get their hands on freshly grilled uterus, or those Rocky Mountain oysters ya got there!” she said, glancing meaningfully at Mark’s crotch.

He yelled and roared incoherently again as Sherri began to cry. Alex shook herself out of her daze of arousal.

“W-wait, Ma Grainger. I have no problem with being slaughtered and eaten. I won’t fight you. But, uh, could you please let my friends go? They’re, uhh, really not into this whole thing. And how much meat do you really need? Aren’t I enough?”

Lavinia tousled Alex’s ginger hair sympathetically. “Aww Alex, I think it’s real sweet that you care so much about your friends. But we just can’t risk not having enough meat to feed all our customers. Plus, what would we do after letting them go? The local cops are our friends, but things would get real messy if the FBI heard about what we’re up to here.”

Cletus’ low drawl came from behind Lavinia.

“It ain’t nothin’ personal ya know. In the wild, the slower animals get caught by the stronger or faster or smarter ones all the time. We were just smarter than ya’ll this time around.”

Alex sighed. “You’re right.” She turned to her two friends. “Guess we’re all gonna be barbecue now. But c’mon, we might as well enjoy it, right? It’s a pretty cool way to go when you think about it.”

Mark’s face was purple with rage. His mouth gaped, and a small sound that was like a combination between a choke and a whine emerged from his throat. Sherri stared at Alex, her eyes wide with fear.

“I….I don’t even know who you are anymore Alex!” Her breath hitched as she tried to keep herself from sobbing. “Are you sure this is right? Are you sure we should just…give up?”

Alex gave her a long, serious look. “Sherri, you’re my best friend, and I’d never try to steer you wrong. I get that this is a scary situation, but this is gonna happen to us whether we want it to or not. I can tell that you aren’t as thrilled about being food as I am, but you might as well try to like it or at least accept it. There’s nothing else we can do.”

Sherri nodded her head slowly, and sniffed, mulling over Alex’s words.

“And besides” Alex said “I beat you in that cooking competition a few years ago, remember?” she grinned smugly.

Sherri’s jaw dropped open in surprise “Oh fuck! That’s right!” she laughed. “I was so pissed off!”

“Well” Alex said wryly “Here’s your chance to make a better meal than me!”

They both burst out laughing, and Sherri wiped away her tears. She still looked scared, but Alex thought she seemed steadied.

Ma Grainger let the silence linger for a few moments. “Whelp, time to divvy the three of ya’ll up. All four of us are gonna be working all night. Lavinia, since this is your first butchering, you can choose who you want first.”

“Oh mama, you know which one I want.” Lavinia cooed, casting a lustful glance back at Alex, who looked away, embarrassed at how flustered she was.

“Alright, sounds good.” Ma turned to the two other members of her brood. “I forget what order you two picked in last time, so ya’ll can just fight it out.”

Cletus turned to the hulking creature looming behind him.

“Now, Mary-Ellen, I want that other girl, Sherri. Can I take her? Please? I’ll owe you one.”

A feral glint came into Mark’s eye.

“Yes! Yes. Take Sherri. You don’t wanna eat me!” He whined.

Sherri looked at her boyfriend, brows furrowed, mouth agape.

“Are you serious? You’re just gonna sacrifice me you asshole?!”

Mark spoke quickly, sweat beginning to roll down his face. “Listen, buddy, take my girlfriend. Do whatever you want with her, just please for the love of Christ, LET ME FUCKING GO!”

Cletus shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. I’ll take your girlfriend then.”

“Fucking asshole!” Sherri shouted at her boyfriend. Make that ex, she thought.  “At least this guy will probably treat me with some respect before he chops me up into prime rib!”

Cletus grinned. “Damn right ma’am. I always take my time with a lovely piece of meat like yerself.”

Sherri blushed, trying to strike sexy little pose despite her heavy chains.

Cletus turned to Sherri’s frightened former paramore.

“And in a few minutes you’re gonna be wishin’ I’d picked you buddy. Because if I pick Sherri, that means that my big sister, Mary-Ellen, gets you.”

Cletus gestured behind himself to the huge grey creature with the metal mask covering the lower half of its face.

The creature suddenly spoke. Her voice was deep and heavy, and it reverberated throughout the room.

“I like him.” The creature growled. She turned her square-pupiled eyes towards the frightened chained man. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, tiny man.”

Mark let out a wail of terror, beginning to shake. “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Ma Grainger cut in sharply “That thing is my lovely daughter Mary-Ellen! Show some respect! She and Lavinia got splashed with some green chemical what fell off a big truck or somethin’ a few years back, and they look a bit different, but that don’t mean they aren’t people!”

Lavinia looked over at Alex. “It’s true miss. That’s how I got this here tongue.”

Lavinia’s long, purple, tentacle-like tongue snaked out of her mouth, extending to about a foot long. Alex beamed in awe, disgust, and excitement.       

Ma Grainger clapped her hands again. “Whelp, time to get started. Everyone, get to work!”

 

 

The big grey thing they kept calling Mary-Ellen threw Mark over its shoulder as if he weighed nothing. He kicked wildly and beat his fists against its back, but it didn’t react.

He alternated between begging and threatening, pleading and swearing, but the monster carrying him didn’t answer.

It had unlocked his chains before picking him up, and now it was carrying him to a dark corner of the warehouse.

Mark saw a large streak of blood across the floor, and a piece of something red and glistening. What it was, he didn’t know, but he renewed his struggles all the same. Mary-Ellen’s arm felt like a steel pipe wrapped around his waist. Each of her arms was almost as big around as one of his legs.

The hulking grey brute threw open a door and tossed him through it. He smashed into the hard ground, the breath woosh-ing out of his lungs.

He sputtered and gasped for breath, and a burning pain began to spread through his side.

Mary-Ellen closed the door behind them and locked it. It was only now that Mark began to look around. The walls were absolutely coated in a thick, dark red that Mark knew must be dried blood. In the middle of the room sat a large metal table that was bolted to the floor. Gleaming, wicked hooks on chains hung from the ceiling. Mark began to shiver in horror as his eyes fell upon the set of knives resting on that table. Each shone with a mirror finish, and all looked razor sharp.

The giant woman chuckled deeply. When she spoke, her voice was a deep boom. It reminded Mark of the booming echo he’d heard when he dropped a rock down a deep metal pipe as a child.

“Please, please fight me,” she droned. “It makes me so much wetter when they struggle.”

She reached up and gripped her metal mask in a huge hand. She tossed it aside, and it clattered into a corner.

Mark was shocked to realize that the hulking beast before him was somehow both horrifying and beautiful in a terrible sort of way. Her skin was pale grey, but it looked smooth and soft. Her strong jawline was surprisingly handsome. Her thick purple lips were off-putting, and an equally purple tongue licked them in eagerness. Mary-Ellen’s teeth gleamed white and were surprisingly sharp, despite their crookedness and uneven sizes. Her square-pupiled eyes bulged slightly from their sockets, and they roved up and down her prey with a predatory glint. Mark covered himself self-consciously.

Her wild black hair framed her large face as she leered down at him. Gripping the edges of her massive bloodstained apron, she lifted it overhead and cast it aside, revealing her naked body.

Mark gasped in horror and revulsion. Both at the creature before him, and at the hot frisson of arousal that rippled through his body.

He felt a dread heat coursing beneath his skin as he gazed at the behemoth before him.

Her entire body rippled with muscle. Purplish veins coursed beneath her smooth grey skin. Her thighs, her belly, her shoulders, all of them were muscular and toned to perfection.

Her breasts were huge, with large, dark purple nipples capping them. Each breast was larger than Mark’s head. Despite their size they were perfectly rounded. Mark realized with a pang of misery that he’d seen tits like that in his wildest fantasies.

Mary-Ellen reached a massive hand between her legs, sliding her thick finger through the dark patch of her pubic hair. She moaned deeply in arousal, and the rumble of the sound vibrated through Mark’s chest.

In that moment he realized, fully, truly, terrifyingly, exactly what she was going to do to him.

With a scream of rage he seized a knife from the table and ran at her. Aiming for her stomach, he lunged forward, driving the point of the knife directly at her naked flesh.

He heard a loud ka-chunk as the blade snapped off the handle as it slammed against her abdomen.

Mark looked down at the broken knife handle in his hand. There wasn’t a single mark on Mary-Ellen’s skin.

Before he could react, Mary-Ellen seized Mark’s shoulders in a crushing grip and lifted him so his eyes were level with hers. His feet kicked uselessly in the open air.

“F-Fuck you!” Mark yelled as he squirmed and writhed. “You’re a freak. You’re disgusting!”

She smiled, her sharp teeth glinting like a shark’s.

“Oh am I? Then what’s this?”

 One of her hands gripped his throat, lifting him higher, while the other roamed down between Mark’s thighs.

He gasped as a large, muscular, yet surprisingly soft finger trailed over the top his achingly hard cock.

“Lots of men say they don’t want me. But they all do in the end. It’s ok, you can admit it. You’re just meat now anyway.”

“No! No!” Mark yelled. “I’d..never want you to…”

Before Mark could say more, his captor gripped his thighs with both hands, and lifting him above her head, plunged his erect cock into her mouth.

Mark groaned in pleasure and disgust as the most sensitive part of his body was wrapped in wet warmth.

His hands scrabbled for purchase on top of the giant’s head, as she gripped his hips and began moving her head slowly backwards.

Overwhelmed with morbid fascination, Mark looked down, watching as the monster’s thick gray lips slid back across his penis with agonizing slowness. He felt her crooked teeth scraping gently across his head, causing him to tense up at the sensation, so powerful it was almost painful.

The monster-woman’s goat-eyes looked up at him, and a smile drew up the corners of her lips as she watched her prey squirm and wriggle in her grip. A long purple tongue, shorter than Lavinia’s, but longer than any normal human’s, slipped out of her mouth and wrapped around Mark’s shaft.

He gripped her forehead and tried desperately to push her away, to end the disgustingly pleasurable violation, but it was like he was pushing a brick wall. He felt her lips vibrate and her hot breath wash over his crotch as she chuckled deep in her throat.

With no warning, Mary-Ellen thrusted his hips forward again, and he felt hot pleasure course through him as her slick, tight throat gripped him. The inside of her throat seemed strangely warped. It was covered in odd bumps and ridges that stimulated him even more. Her tongue writhed and licked around his balls.

She did not pause this time and instead began rapidly thrusting her head back and forth, slamming his hips to her face like jack hammer. The force of her head striking Mark’s bare groin felt like hitting bare stone, as if he were getting a blowjob through a hole in some rocks. He felt bruises begin to rise on his crotch from the pummeling. He felt his hip bones grating and his muscles straining as she gripped him tightly.

Mark pleaded and begged her to stop, feebly beating his fists on top of her head, but his struggle ended quickly.

Underneath the pain and fear, he felt a terrible pleasure rising in his lower belly. Terrified as he was, he did all he could to resist the amazing feeling of her tight, hot throat clenching and stroking his dick. He had always been the one in control. He was always the one on top. It felt inherently wrong to be aroused at being raped by this…this beast.

And as if that weren’t enough, he knew that what came after would be even worse…

He was about to imagine what would come next, but all his thoughts were rapidly smudging over as he felt his orgasm build. His balls tightened. He felt a hot and almost painful tensing in his crotch. The white-hot ecstasy flowed through his body, and his hips bucked uncontrollably.

But Mary-Ellen stopped thrusting. Abruptly, her long tongue tightened around his cock like a vise, cutting off his ejaculation. He cried out in pain as his dick throbbed uselessly, his balls aching and pumping but unable to release.

“Please….don’t stop…” he moaned breathlessly.

Mary-Ellen drew him backwards, letting his dick slip from her lips with a wet sucking sound.

“Oh…” she grumbled in mock-coyness. “You…want me now?”

“F…fuck you…” Mark whined unconvincingly.

“Now listen meat, I’ll give you what you want, but you have to beg me. Beg me like a whore.”

Mark’s cheeks flushed with indignant rage and embarrassment. But the pain in his groin was unbearable. The humiliation and frustration of “blue balls” was too much to bear. And he had to admit, in the deepest darkest corners of his mind, that this was the best blowjob he’d ever had.

He hung his head, tears of frustration rimming his eyes.

“Pl…please….” He murmured.

“What’s that darlin’? I didn’t hear you.” Mary-Ellen cooed with mock-innocence.

“Please…..fuck me like a whore!” He blurted.

“Well ok. All you needed to do was ask nicely.”

Immediately, Mary-Ellen resumed the relentless throatfucking she had been giving him.  He gripped the top of her head for dear life, trying to prevent the top half of his body from flapping around like a ragdoll. The tantalizing feeling of orgasm began to rise again, he felt himself reaching the edge.

And she stopped again, her strong tongue coiling around him, blocking his orgasm.

Mark moaned pathetically, too flooded with sensation to manage words.

“I’ll let you come eventually. I just want to play with you first.”

The torture continued for what felt to Mark like hours. His captor kept bringing him close to orgasm, and then sharply cutting him off before he could come.  His balls thrummed with an aching pain that got worse and worse. Eventually Mark’s brain began to go hazy, all other thoughts being crowded out by the single-minded desire to cum. He didn’t even care if he died at this point. He didn’t care if he was about to be used for meat. The sensations of the smooth ridges in her throat gripping and stroking him felt too good to allow him to think of anything else.

Suddenly, Mary-Ellen pulled her head off his cock. Before Mark could react, she gripped his thighs, and slammed Mark against the hard cement floor.

Red tinged Mark’s vision as he screamed wordlessly. The agony was unbearable. He had felt something in his back break, and hot blood trickled down the back of his neck from a wound in his head. His vision went black.

When he awoke, he felt a sharp stab of pain as one of the bright lights overhead shone down into his eyes. As his blurred vision slowly coalesced, the pain in his shattered body returned. He let out a choked gargle as a burning wave shot through his back. His head throbbed like a beating drum, and his thoughts felt fuzzy.

“Wha…wh…” he tried to speak, but his mouth didn’t seem to want to form the words.

He felt a warm heavy weight pressing down on his thighs. His eyes flicked downward, and he saw that Mary-Ellen was straddling him.

She grinned wide, her crooked, sharp teeth glinting like a hungry bear’s.

“Oh good. My little fucktoy isn’t dead yet. Do you want to play a game?” she asked.

“Nnn…no….” he forced out weakly.

She continued, ignoring him. “I’m getting pretty horny myself right now. So I’m going to fuck you. If you cum before I do….” She reached behind her back and lifted a massive cleaver out from behind her. “I’ll kill you with this.”

Mark tried to move, tried to grip the floor or drag himself, but when he moved his shoulder even a fraction of an inch, intense pain shot through his spine again. He hissed through his teeth as his body tensed.

“Oh no, don’t try to move! You might break yourself before I get to have fun with you.” Mary-Ellen chuckled.

The hulking beast crawled forward and lowered her muscular hips towards his crotch. Mark shivered. He was completely defenseless against her. She lowered her face towards his. Her huge, heavy breasts pushed down on his chest, her smooth, soft gray skin sliding over his, enveloping him in a comfortable warmth. He felt his body unconsciously relax against her.

He felt her hot breath against his cheek as she leaned in closer, and he tried to turn away, but she placed one thick, heavy hand below his chin, and tilted his face towards hers. She grinned, and slowly licked her lips, her tongue tracing gracefully across them.

Leaning down, she kissed him, surprisingly gently. Her lips were soft, warm, and slightly damp. The giant moaned deeply and lowered her hips. Mark felt a warm wetness press against his cock. Mary-Ellen moved her hips back and forth, humping him and moaning into his mouth. Her long tongue wormed its way between his lips, pushing them apart. He felt its hot length massaging his own, much smaller tongue.

Mark once again felt his body reacting against his will. As her hands moved up and down his body, stroking his chest, gently pinching his nipples, and groping his butt, Mark felt himself harden against her, the tip of his dick gently pressing against her opening. The slick, soft lips of her labia rubbed against the sensitive underside of his shaft. With a pang of disgust, he realized that he desperately wondered what it would feel like to slide between them.

Without comment, as if reading his mind, Mary-Ellen pushed her hips backwards, and he slipped into her wet pussy.          

Mark gasped. The sensation inside of her was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her inner walls moved as if her pussy were a living thing, independent of her body. As the thick purple lips of her labia slowly slid up and down his shaft, her tight, light purple vaginal walls pulsated and ungulated as if trying to swallow him.

Mary-Ellen’s breathing sped up, and she gripped Mark’s shoulders so hard he felt they would pop out of joint. She began to ride him in earnest, her muscular hips smashing his into the hard stone floor, a wet slapping sound filled the room. She grunted and panted, growling in Mark’s ear like an animal as she violated him.

He cried out in pleasure and alarm, as he realized that he felt an almost unpleasant burning and stinging sensation up and down his sensitive member.

“Mmmmh” she rumbled “Do you feel how wet I am?”

Mark shifted his eyes downward to the beast’s crotch, and beneath the thick black of her pubic hair, he could see a viscous, greenish fluid dripping from her sex, coating his entire length with each thrust. With horror, Mark noticed his skin beginning to redden and burn beneath the fluid, as if her juices were acid. He felt a frisson of nausea run through him, as he realized that her pussy really was eating him alive. It was digesting or dissolving his cock.

He struggled weakly against her grip on his shoulders, but his rapist merely laughed and kissed him hard as she pounded him relentlessly. Her tongue dove between his lips and teeth again and entwined with his.

Mark could feel orgasm rising in him again. The burning on his dick was agony, but it somehow increased the pleasurable sensations he felt as well. A warm tingling spread through his groin. It started on his skin but gradually fed more deeply into his muscles. His body relaxed involuntarily. His brain became fuzzy, and he started to wonder why he shouldn’t just cum.

If he was going to die here anyway, he might as well get some pleasure out of it, even if it was being given to him by this monstrous butcher of a woman.

His hips began to buck, thrusting upwards into her wet warmth. His body was no longer under his control.

The undulating motion of her pussy strengthened, gripping him harder and tighter. His balls ached, as if they were about to explode. His dick began to throb painfully, and he shuddered. His body could no longer resist the pleasure it was experiencing. He gave in to her and felt himself erupt wave after wave of hot cum inside of her, her pussy hungrily sucking each drop into it.

He moaned in pleasure and horror as he resigned himself to his fate.

His vision went black with pleasure for a few seconds, but Mary-Ellen didn’t decrease her speed. She continued to slam her hips against him. The relentless stroking was torturing Mark’s sensitive cock. When his vision cleared, he saw a glimmer of metal off to his side.

Before the tortured, broken man even had time to scream, Mary-Ellen picked up the massive knife, and plunged the point down through Mark’s vulnerable throat.

Mary-Ellen grinned as she watched her pathetic prey struggle and gasp beneath her. She pinned his arms as the hot blood fountained from his neck and painted her massive tits bright red.

“Yes, die for me slut!” She roared as she fucked him faster and harder, approaching orgasm. Somehow, the idea of his imminent death caused Mark to stay hard despite the fact that he had already cum.

Mary-Ellen leaned back, one massive hand fondling a heavy breast, the other stroking her clit.

Mark watched helplessly, his vision growing dim. As he felt his life slipping away, the last thing he saw was the terrible, beautiful gray behemoth using his dying body like a sex toy, her thick, greenish cum spattering his chest as she came.        

 

Mary-Ellen flexed her hips hard and roared as she came. She gripped the pathetic body beneath her with her thighs and heard snaps and pops as the dying man’s hip bones shattered.

She slumped forward, panting heavily, her massive hands on either side of her prey’s shoulders. Her body shuddered and her pussy clenched in pleasure as she rode out the end of her orgasm. She looked into the eyes of the dead man beneath her and smiled. His face was frozen in an expression somewhere between ecstasy and agony.

“Whelp, time to get to work.” She muttered.

Mary-Ellen stood and lifted Mark’s body with one hand and dangled him over a large metal basin with a drain in the bottom. With the other she hefted her massive cleaver and in one practiced motion, sliced the man’s head off. She put the head to the side as she watched the cleanly-sliced stump of his neck spray blood like a firehose into the basin, gradually tapering off as the last of it trickled from his body.

Mary-Ellen sighed, disappointed that she couldn’t take more time to enjoy the meat before slaughtering. Quickly and efficiently, she sliced open Mark’s abdomen, removing the organs. The edible ones she diligently saved in a box full of ice. While the less palatable ones she discarded.

She washed the pale, naked body, admiring it one more time before she carefully carved it apart. The sharp cleaver glimmered as it slid across Mark’s chest, passing through the now cold pale flesh like butter.

Mary-Ellen lifted a piece of Mark’s butt, admiring the smooth, lean meat. Her mouth watered imagining what he would taste like. She mused that maybe there’d be some of him left over after the senator’s party. But as she delicately, lovingly sliced off his dick and balls, storing them away for cooking later, she felt lucky that she had gotten to taste the best part of him first.

 

Hello Everyone. It's been a very long time since my last post, but I'm happy to be back. This is the first chapter of my latest story. You don't necessarily need to read this part of you want to get right to the juicy bits, but I'd still recommend you do, just to get to know the characters and setting. I'm not sure how this story turned out, so I'll post the first two parts and see if people want the rest of it.

The battered old car rattled down the pockmarked, dusty highway beneath the burning orange eye of the setting sun. The three passengers inside sweated and panted in the Texas heat, despite the fact that the air conditioning was turned up so high that it roared like a hurricane.

Mark didn’t want to think about what might happen if they broke down in the middle of this flat, brown, boiling hellhole.

What kinds of freaks would live in a place like this? he wondered to himself. He clutched the steering wheel desperately, straining his eyes, peering towards the horizon, as if he could make something appear on it by sheer force of will.

“Ugh, Mark, are we gonna be there soon?” his girlfriend, Sherri, whined from the seat beside him.

He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his annoyance in check. “I told you already Sherri, we should’ve been there by now. The map said it was right around here, and we didn’t pass it, so if this place exists, we should be coming up on it any minute.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She said mournfully. “I’m just so hungry.”

Mark smiled wanly back at her. He wasn’t really angry with her. Well, at least not too angry with her. It was true, he hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of this trip, but when Sherri asked him for something, he just couldn’t say no. Even now, with her black, fluffy hair in disarray, and her long, dark-brown legs shining with sweat, she looked fantastic. He had no idea how a guy in his early forties like him had managed to land this gorgeous, glamorous college student.

Mark wasn’t handsome like a movie star or anything like that, no. He wouldn’t kid himself. But he wasn’t bad looking either. He worked out regularly and kept himself fit. His light-brown hair and mustache were going a bit grey, but he liked to tell himself that gave him a silver-fox kind of look. Some people told him he was handsome in a “seventies” kind of way. He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not, but he told himself it was.

Mark heard a shifting sound from the backseat, and a voice rose up. “God Mark, can’t you get the damn AC any higher in this thing?”

That was Alex, Sherri’s obnoxious gal-pal. Mark couldn’t stand her, mainly because she accused him of being a sleazebag. Of course, he was a sleazebag, but he didn’t want the long-legged beauty in the seat next to him to figure that out.

“I already told Sherri; we should be there any minute now!” He said, his voice rising as he started to lose his grip on his anger.

The desert landscape stretched out before them, a dry, bleak hellscape. Mark wondered yet again what would happen if their old shitbox on wheels broke down out here. They’d have to hope someone came by, or else they’d bake in that hot sun. He suddenly had a surprisingly grisly mental image of himself lying on the cracked, parched ground, his skin bright red and covered in oozing blisters, his ravaged throat croaking for water….water….

“Look babe, there it is!” Sherri squealed in excitement, pointing ahead.

“Where? I don’t see any-“ but almost as soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed a small black dot perched on the edge of the horizon. The humped shape could have been a mound of dirt, or a rock, but as the van approached, it grew bigger and bigger, like a large beast waking and pulling itself to its feet.

As they got closer, the building grew more distinct. He could make out a roof made of dark red tiles and walls painted an inviting, cool dark blue. The place almost looked like a rustic southern villa. That was, apart from the garish, glowing red neon sign sitting atop it that read “Ma Grainger’s B-B-Q! Best Barbecue in Texas!” The sign glowed so brightly that it was clearly visible, even though the sun hadn’t set yet. Beside the neon sign was a large wooden cutout of a cartoon pig. The pig looked like an old character out of one of a black-and-white Mickey Mouse short Mark had seen once. The anthropomorphic swine carried a plate of flaming ribs, and a speech bubble jutting from his mouth proclaimed “Ma Grainger cooks em’ just right!”

Behind the restaurant stood a larger, more sedately painted building that must’ve been the Grainger Inn. Further beyond that stood a long metal building, probably the smokehouse.

“This place is supposed to have the best barbecue in Texas? It looks like a fuckin’ tourist trap!” Mark whined.

Sherri chimed in “I know, I know. But the reviews on Google said it was fantastic. Please just give it a try for me,” she asked, her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes pleading with him.

Mark frowned, trying to make it look like he was thinking it over.  After a few moments pause for dramatic effect, he said “oh, alright. We can try it. I am starving after all.”

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he smiled. He hoped the lovely girl would be putting those soft, warm lips to good use in other ways later. In fact, he was counting on it, given that she had been the reason he had agreed to go to this place. She couldn’t expect him to do all this for her and not put out, right?

Eventually, the tired old car rolled up into the parking lot of the restaurant. The lot was surprisingly full, despite the chintzy exterior of the place. The vehicles weren’t all station wagons loaded with kids or giant RV’s full of tourists either. Many of the dusty old pickups and jeeps had a local flavor to them.

Sherri groaned with relief as she got out of the car, her muscles stretching as she unfolded her long, toned legs. Alex clambered out as well with a bit less grace than her friend.

“I’m so hungry! I’ve been waiting for this all day!” Alex said, grinning.

“You, hungry? I would never have guessed with your figure.” Mark muttered under his breath, quietly enough so she wouldn’t hear.

Looking over the two women, he almost chuckled at the sharp contrast between them. His girlfriend was tall, trim, and black, with an hourglass figure, while Alex was short, stocky, pale, and chubby. True, she had a nice head of long, red hair and huge tits. Her thighs were pretty thick, and her round glasses and freckles made her cute in a dorky kinda way. But if he was being honest, a guy like him could never be seen dating a chunky gal like her. How embarrassing! Plus, he mused, she didn’t like the way Mark treated Sherri, which probably meant she was a feminist, or some kinda woke-warrior, or whatever they were called now.

Alex smiled back at him as he looked over at her, and Mark tried not glare back. If Sherri hadn’t begged him to bring her along, he would’ve left Alex back in New York in a heartbeat.

 

Alex looked the building up and down. “Kinda weird that the pig is serving ribs huh? Is he eating his own kind?”

Sherri burst out laughing “What kind of question is that?””

“Look, I’m just curious.” Alex said, grinning back at her friend.

“Let’s go inside” Mark said “It’s hot as fuck out here.”

The three walked inside and breathed a sigh of relief as a blast of cool air washed over them. After hours spent in the hot metal car, the cool, air-conditioned building felt like heaven. The restaurant was packed with people, it being dinner hours.

A muscular, dark-brown-haired young man with a well-trimmed beard and mustache stood near the door and welcomed them in.

“Hey there folks! Welcome to Ma Grainger’s! I’ll get ya’ll seated.”

He spoke with a thick Texan drawl, and had a rich, baritone voice. He looked like he could’ve stepped right out of a cowboy movie.

He guided them across the black-and-white tiled floor, and gestured to a table with comfy, plush booth seats on either side, like you might see in a diner. The retro interior clashed mightily with the sedate, villa-style they had seen outside.

They sat, Mark and Sherri on one side, Alex on the other. Sherri grinned broadly at the young, muscular host, and Mark, frowning, hooked an arm possessively around her shoulders.

The man picked up menus and passed them to the three diners. When Sherri took the menu from the host’s large, calloused hand, the man quickly slipped his other hand around and placed it gently on top of hers.

He smiled warmly and drawled “I’d recommend you try the brisket ma’am, it’s reeeeeal good.”

Sherri plastered a grin on her face, but her eyes roved back and forth in seeming distress at the man’s sudden familiarity. Alex quickly cut in, distracting the man.

“What makes it so good?”

The man twisted his head towards her without moving the rest of his body. The grin stayed fixed on his face, but his icy blue eyes bored into her.

“Well now, that’s Ma’s lil’secret! If I told ya, I’d have to kill ya!”

All three laughed, but to Alex, the laughter felt strained. She thought back to that cartoon pig with the plate of ribs, and a shiver went through her.

Their host spoke again once the laughter quieted. “So folks, from yer voices I’m guessin’ yer not from ‘round here. Can I ask where home is?”

“We’re from New York.” Sherri replied sweetly, reassured now that the awkwardness had passed.

“Well now, I’ll just have to tell Ma! She’d love to come meet you three.”

“That won’t be necessary-“ Mark started, but the man continued

“I won’t hear it pardner! Simply won’t hear it! Ma just gets so tickled when folks come from so far away to taste her cookin’!” He walked off quickly before any of them could say a word.

“That was weird. Something doesn’t feel right.” Alex said.

Sherri chimed in quickly, her cheerful voice tinged with a note of uncertainty. “Well, he was probably just being friendly right? Maybe this is just how people are around here?”

“It’s not that weird.” Mark said, his voice tight, “Every guy wants a hot girl like Sherri on his arm. Makes sense that he’d try to flirt with you. But if he does it again, I’ll break his fuckin’ jaw.” Mark said this last part casually, as if he were talking about grabbing a cup of coffee later.

It seems he’s ignoring the fact that the waiter was built like a fucking refrigerator, Alex thought.

They looked over their menus, trying to forget the strangeness. Alex had to admit the food did sound fantastic. As she read, she caught a faint whiff of the delicious scent of fresh meat from the kitchen, and a faint pang of pain shot through her empty stomach.

Soon, a tanned, woman with light-blonde hair who looked to be in her forties appeared carrying a tray with three huge glasses of ice-water atop it.

“Here you go darlin’s! You must be so thirsty after drivin’ out here in that heat!”

They all accepted the glasses and began chugging greedily. The coldness of the water soothed Alex’s parched throat. After the dry heat of the desert outside, it tasted better than anything she had ever drank. Alex’s heart skipped a beat as she realized the woman was wearing very tight jean shorts, and her plaid shirt was tied around her large breasts like a crop-top.

The blond woman continued speaking. “I’m Ma Grainger. Pleased to meet ya’ll. The guy who seated you was my son Cletus. Ain’t he sweet? Anyways, I heard ya’ll came from New York?”

Sherri replied “Yeah. We were planning a trip out west, and we heard that this place was great. I said that we had to stop here.”

Ma beamed at this. “Well that’s wonderful! As a show of hospitality, I’ll be happy to give you a 30% discount on your food. I’ll do the same for rooms too, if you’d like to stay with us tonight.”

Sherri’s jaw dropped at the unexpected kindness. “Wow! That sounds great! We’d be happy to take that offer.” Alex and Mark tried to protest, but Ma Grainger moved on before they could reply.

“What can I get ya’ll tonight!?”

Mark ordered a beer and a pulled pork sandwich, and Sherri ordered a coke and a plate of brisket. Alex, without thinking, ordered the ribs. She’d seen a huge rack of them, dripping in thick barbecue sauce, delivered to a different customer, and that had made up her mind for her.

After Ma Grainger left with their orders, Alex remembered the sign outside. Something about that pig with the ribs on the sign outside still made her feel….something.

“I’m not sure I wanna stay here tonight Sherri.” Alex complained once Ma was out of earshot. “Something about this feels weird.”

“Yeah” said Mark, momentarily perplexed at finding himself agreeing with Alex. “The hotel rooms probably suck or something. They’re scamming us for sure.”

“No! I’m sure they’re not! Did you see how sweet that lady was?” Sherri cooed. “This is probably just that whole ‘Southern Hospitality’ thing. This is a great deal! Plus, who knows how long it’ll be before we can find a hotel out here. Do you really want to sleep in the car again tonight?”

At the mention of the three of them crammed into the van together, Mark’s eyes went wide. “Uhh, maybe you’re right Sherri. It’d be nice to have some privacy later.” He winked, kissed Sherri on the cheek, and groped one of her breasts, grinning lasciviously.

Alex knew she was outvoted. She didn’t want to stay in this place, but the idea of driving across that bleak, flat desert in the middle of the night, with no phone reception or wifi, just hoping to run into a hotel, didn’t exactly appeal either.

“Well, ok. I guess we can stay here.”

“It’ll be like an adventure!” Sherri said.

They talked about their trip thus far and the places they wanted to visit later. After a fairly short time, Ma Grainger returned, bearing a tray weighed down with huge amounts of food. The smell made Alex’s mouth water, and she felt her stomach growl with anticipation.

“Well, dig in ya’ll! I wanna see those plates clean!” Ma exclaimed.

Ma left the table, and Alex’s eyes roved over the plate set before her. The ribs glistened with a dark red barbecue sauce. The meat was browned perfectly and slightly crisped. The ribs were flanked by a huge fluffy brick of bright yellow cornbread, a thick pat of butter melting on top, as well as a bowl of creamy coleslaw.

All three of them immediately dug in without speaking. As Alex picked up a rib, the meat nearly fell off the bone. She took a bite of the tender meat, and it almost melted in her mouth. The spicy-sweet sauce mingled with the rich, smoky flavor of the flesh. Alex closed her eyes and savored the taste. When she opened them, she saw her two companions in similarly rapturous contemplation.

“Ohm my gom!” Sherry exclaimed around a mouthful. She swallowed. “This is like, the best barbecue I’ve ever had.”

Even Mark seemed stunned by the quality of the food and nodded his head in agreement as he chewed, eyes wide in astonishment.

They ate in silence, too distracted by the pleasure of a good meal after hours of hunger to speak. Alex noticed that there was something odd about the color of the meat. The crisp, browned outside of the ribs seemed normal. However, there was something strange about the inner meat closer to the bone. And what was that flavor?

She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the meat tasted different somehow. It wasn’t bad, but it was unlike anything she’d ever tasted before. There was a slight sweetness to it beneath the smoky taste. She would have thought more on the subject, but the long, tiring trip had worn her down, and all she could focus on was the delicious food before her.

It wasn’t long before they had all cleaned their plates. They leaned back in their seats, completely satisfied. Ma reappeared and presented them with the check.

“After you pay, I can take you back to the hotel, ok?”

They all nodded, and Mark muttered an “OK.”

At that moment, Alex realized that there was no way any of them were getting back in the van. She was in total food-coma mode, and Mark and Sherri looked the same. She felt so comfortable and satisfied that she could barely keep her eyes open.

Mark pulled the bill towards him, eyebrows pulled downward with miserly worry, but his worry turned to surprise as he read the bill.

“Look at this.” he said, turning it towards Sherri.

“Oh, that’s not bad at all!” Sherri said. Mark turned the bill towards Alex, and she had to do a double take.

The price was less than half of what she had expected it to be. The place had seemed so tourist-y, and the food had been so good, that she expected the cost to be astronomical. But really, it was no more than what they would have paid at a budget chain-restaurant.

“Leave a good tip babe.” Sherri muttered to Mark. In a surprisingly out-of-character move, Mark agreed.

After the bill had been paid, Ma Grainger offered to walk them over to the hotel. Too tired and full to argue, they agreed.

Ma led them out the door and around the back. They crossed the parking lot and began to walk across the short span of dry desert to the large, quiet hotel building. Off in the distance, Alex heard a lonely Coyote howling out into the darkness. As they walked, Ma told them about her family.

“So, ya’ll met my boy Cletus, but I have two daughters as well. Oh, here’s one right now!”

A tall, thin, pale, dark-haired girl approached them. She wore a long, black dress. Like Cletus, she appeared to be in her early twenties.

Ma gestured to the pale woman. “This is one of my daughters, her name is Lavinia. I have another daughter, Mary-Ellen, but she’s shy, and mostly works back in the kitchen. Say hello Lavinia.”

“Pleased to meet you folks,” the girl replied softly. Her voice had a slight rasp to it

“Hi Lavinia!” Sherri said enthusiastically. “I love this place! You guys are so nice.”

“That’s just the way we are miss. Ma always says to treat customers like honored guests.” Lavinia said, smiling.

Alex felt a heat rushing to her cheeks as she realized Lavinia was very cute.

Ma Grainger then asked for the keys to the car, so that Lavinia could bring their luggage. Mark tossed the keys to the woman, clearly glad that he wouldn’t have to carry all the heavy shit.

Alex watched the girl leave, hoping she’d get an opportunity to talk to her later. Ma Grainger led them through the big double doors into the lobby of the hotel.

“Well, here we are! This our humble little motel!” Ma Grainger said, grinning. “It might not look like much, but it sure is cozy!”

“Lady, callin’ this place cozy is the fuckin’ understatement of the century.” Mark said, totally forgetting himself.

“Mark! Rude!” Sherri said, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. However, she could hardly keep the look of amazement off of her face.

The wide, gleaming expanse of the lobby made Alex feel as if she had stepped into some old movie, like Gone With the Wind. The décor and aesthetic was antique, to be sure, but the place looked like it had just been built. The black-and-white checkered floor gleamed spotlessly. To the left a huge marble fireplace stood, complete with unlit logs. The soft red chairs and old-fashioned sofa looked plush and inviting. To the right was a large, smooth counter made from a rich, dark-colored wood. Directly ahead of tthem, in the center of the room stood two wooden staircases that weaved back and forth as they ascended, one even crossing over the other, before they finally intersected with the second-floor landing.

“Wow!” Sherri gasped. “This place is amazing! It’s like the old west or something!” She pulled out her phone and began taking pictures.

“It’s pretty uh, clean.” Mark said.

“Well, we do try our best out here. We haven’t had too many hotel guests recently, so we decided to do a deep clean.” Ma said. She called over to Sherri. “I’d be awfully grateful if you could post some of them pictures online miss. Give people a little preview of our place out here.”

“Sure!” Sherri chirped sweetly.

“I can’t imagine why you haven’t been getting any guests.” Alex said. “This place looks great.”

Ma winced briefly, then popped back into her cheerful demeanor “Well, I can’t say as I know sugar. Maybe we got a bad review, or somebody was spreading rumors about us.”

“Rumors?” Alex asked, one eyebrow arched.

“They don’t even bear repeatin’ hun. Nasty stuff.”

Ma Grainger ducked beneath the long wooden counter and rose again holding three keys. She doled them out between the three guests.

“I thought you two might want a room together.” She said, winking mischievously at Sherri and Mark. She turned to Alex. “I gave you a suite all to yerself. You’ll be nice and comfy.”

“Uh, wow. Thanks.” Alex muttered.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She had been a real asshole.

This whole time she had been doubting Ma Grainger and her family, acting like they were a pack of weirdos like the family from The Hills Have Eyes just because they were friendlier than people back home were. I’m just being another prejudiced city-slicker, Alex thought, like Mark.

The thought made her roll her eyes internally, and she smiled back at Ma Grainger.

“Thank you. That was really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome sugar.” Ma Grainger paused thoughtfully “You know, I think you and my daughter would get along well. Maybe you two should talk tomorrow.”

Alex felt herself blushing violently “Uhhh, yeah. That’d be great!”

Ma Grainger told them their room numbers, and Alex hurried off as quick as she could, trying to cover her rising blush at the thought of meeting Lavinia again.

All three of them headed upstairs to their rooms. Alex’s was close to the landing, while Mark and Sherri’s room was farther down the hallway.

The room was equally as sumptuous as the lobby, but after such a long and somewhat bizarre day, Alex was exhausted. She collapsed into the soft bed and fell almost immediately asleep. As she drifted off, she began to dream of beautiful Lavinia and hoped she would meet her soon.

Mark and Sherri blundered down the hallway, kissing and groping blindly at each other the whole way. They burst through the door, barely closing the door behind them before falling on the bed in each other’s arms.

Afterwards, when Mark lay unconscious, spent by his efforts, Sherri stared up at the ceiling, unsatisfied. Again.

It had been a long day, and despite what Mark may have believed, she did get horny sometimes too. She found her thoughts drifting to that guy who had been the host at the restaurant. Cletus! That was his name. Sherri thought. I bet he makes his girlfriend cum she thought ruefully.

Sherri was growing tired of Mark. He treated her like an idiot. She thought he was handsome, and the thrill of dating an older man like him had sucked her in, but deep down, she knew he didn’t really care about her.

She shifted onto her side, hoping sleep would come. She resolved to break up with this bastard as soon as the trip was over.

It was always hard to sleep when she was angry, but eventually, the exhaustion of the long drive won out, and she slipped into slumber.

Hours later, Sherri woke. The room was pitch black. The thick curtains blocked what small amount of moonlight may have come in through the windows. She felt the hairs on her arms start to stand up. She had the distinct, uneasy feeling that something was in the room with them.

She strained her ears and thought that, at the very edge of her hearing, she could detect a faint padding sound, like footsteps across the carpet.

She reached slowly to the bedside table, her hand shaking with fear, and pulled the cord on the bedside lamp. Light flooded the room, and Sherri saw a tall, thin, pale woman standing over her.

She screamed. Mark immediately woke, jumping from the bed with a shriek.

“What the fuck!” He wailed.

Ma Grainger’s younger daughter, Lavinia, stood next to the bed. She was clad in a long, thin white night gown. Her small breasts and pert nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, as were the sinuous curves of her thin body.

Her face was twisted into a bizarre rictus of a smile. Somehow her lips seemed too thin, while her teeth were longer and sharper than they should have been.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Sherri croaked, her voice husky with fear.

Lavinia’s jaw creaked open. “Ma just told me to round you two up. We got something real special planned for ya.”

The quiet, raspy voice sent a chill through Sherri’s body. It reminded her of a cartoon snake’s voice she’d heard in some old kids’ movie. She desperately tried to keep herself from shaking. She told herself that Lavinia had to be a bit off mentally, or something. That was the only explanation for this. She took a breath, empathy cooling the heat of her fear.

“Lavinia, please leave. Mark and I are trying to sleep.”

A dry, sandpapery scraping noise came from the pale woman’s throat, and Sherri realized Lavinia was chuckling.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave. Got to get you. Bring you to Mama.”

“Get the fuck out! Now!” Mark screamed, his voice reaching a hysterical pitch.

Sherri got up from the bed, stepping closer to Lavinia, distracted from her nakedness by her fear.

“Lavinia, please leave. We’ll go and see your Mama tomorrow, ok? But right now, you’re scaring us.”

“You should be scared.”

Lavinia’s mouth opened wide, her jaw unhinging, and a long purple tongue shot out of it. Before Sherri could move, the slimy appendage lengthened, wrapped around her, and tightened. She screamed in terror and looked at Mark.

“Holy Shit!” Mark yelled and bolted from the room, leaving her behind.

Sherri sobbed in horror as her boyfriend abandoned her. She grasped desperately at the thick purple tongue around her, trying to free herself, but it kept slipping from her grasp, and it felt as strong as an iron cable wrapped around her.

Lavinia laughed as her tongue tightened around her prey. Sherri gasped and choked as her chest was pressed painfully inwards. Her head began to pound as her air was cut off. She felt the blackness closing in on her and was soon unconscious.

 

Mark sprinted down the hallway. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Alex had been right all along. There had been something freaky about this place. No, worse than freaky. Fucking insane. He had to get out before that thing got done with his girlfriend and caught up with him. make that ex-girlfriend, he thought wryly. For a relationship, there probably wasn’t any coming back from something like this.

He smashed through the double doors of the hotel and continued running across the dry desert towards the restaurant.

As he neared it, he saw that all the cars in the lot were gone, except for his battered old van. As he listened, he thought he could make out the heavy trudge of booted feet behind him, and he moaned in terror, pouring on speed.

His legs felt like jelly and his lungs were on fire as he shot over the lip of the parking lot. His feet pounded the pavement, and finally, he reached the van. He crashed into the metal door with a bang, fumbling at the handle. He tugged on the handle as hard as he could, but the door wouldn’t budge.

It was then that he realized that the door was locked. He had given his keys to the long-tongued freak so she could bring in their fucking luggage.

The heavy, pounding footsteps had ceased. Mark felt hot breath on the back of his neck. He slowly turned around. A faint, horrified squeaking noise emerged from his throat when he saw the hulking figure standing before him. It’s thick, heavy hand dropped downwards, and a heavy mallet crashed into his temple. Pain erupted inside his skull, and he dropped to the ground like a limp doll.

 

Alex opened her eyes when she heard a faint creak. Before she could move, she felt the sharp pinch of a needle in the side of her neck, and a sharp coldness flowed through her body. She thought she distantly heard Ma Grainger’s soothing drawl as she fell into a deep sleep.