by David Kempf
“Give me the damn gun, Emily…”
“Which is it again?”
“I thought I told you. The red button to attract them, the black one to…”
“Kill them,” Emily answered.
“Yeah, good fucking idea!”
The Little man used his gun in a big way. He tried to take his mind off the other weapon he would use to ravage her when this business was over. Something crazy was going on here. In about two or three minutes, C.D. had killed hundreds of them! They froze instantly, and then died, their huge erect cocks still stuck up. He wished that he had invented a disintegration gun instead.
“God, they drop like flies,” Emily said.
“See, I kill them fast so they can’t climb up here to get us.”
The night was getting quite dark. The Neffs were getting quite dead. It was beginning to look like humanity would win the battle and perhaps even the war. Emily watched her man battling the plant monsters from space but she was at war, too. At war with herself, Emily was a house divided. Her snobbiest instincts knew her grandmother would never approve of this geek, even though he was a “nice boy” and perhaps even a genius. She couldn’t explain it but if she let him fuck her, she knew that she would never feel more used in her entire life. He would ravage her like a man in prison who had not had sex with women in many years.
As C.D. used his medium sized gun, he was thinking very seriously about how he was going to use his other weapon on young Emily. When he finished killing these pieces of shit who ruined the world, he would go after her. Then again, he thought, the world might not be worth saving. Still, fucking her became everything to him. If she turned him down, he would take her by force. If she resented the rape, she would have to shut up and keep it to herself. She was weak and worshiped creature comforts and at the very least, needed C.D. to survive.
The night became a terrible blood red. This was ironic since technically, the Neffs had no blood to shed but even so they were dying in droves. C.D. had truly become the master of their demise, the bastards! He was legend at least in his own mind-for a moment.
“Please give me the gun,” Emily said.
“I’ve almost got them now.”
“Please.”
“Why?”
“When you take me tonight, I can’t stand the idea of you thinking I am helpless, defenseless and weak.”
He understood this. She was really going to give it to him.
“Here you go, baby,” he said, handing her the weapon.
Now she had to decide. Was she going to kill these things? Was it to protect herself or was it prejudice against a bold new species in evolution. She made her decision. She threw the gun down below into the darkness. Emily would never be fucking C.D.
“My God,” he cried. “What have you done?”
The Little man made a big discovery about his dream girl but it came too late. They both made another discovery. The Neffs were magnificent jumpers. The human race would never be coming home.
“God!” screamed C.D.
“I’m alright!” Emily screamed in denial.
The Neff that took Emily felt very soft. Neither Emily nor Charles could see them now.
“Snatch!”
“Snatch!”
There were so many of them…
“Why, Emily?”
“Had my reasons, C.D.,” Emily said.
“Why!”
Emily felt the gentle branches putting her to sleep, almost like a warm bath. It was so gentle and loving. The back of the plant thing felt like a waterbed. It needed her for now. She knew what was coming after the baby was born.
Charles felt the thorns cut his throat. It didn’t kill him. It wasn’t intended to do that. The reason was to capture him for the rough use of the plant monsters. It was a sign to let him know who was boss from now on because he was not a woman to become pregnant. His back fell into what felt like sandpaper, not a comfortable waterbed.
“Emily, why did you do this?”
“I never wanted to fuck you. You just didn’t get that, did you?”
“We’re going to both die now. Couldn’t you just accept I loved you?”
“Couldn’t you have let it go?” Emily asked him.
“No. I never would.”
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last one on earth and baby… you are…”
“You’ll die…”
“I know,” she answered.
“Do you know what they will do to me?”
“Yes and I’m truly sorry.” Her voice faded and she disappeared forever.
“Good to know, Em.”
The plant monster took Charles deep into the night. He would be going to one of their cave dwellings. Human males could obviously not get pregnant. Still, the Neffs had uses for them. They were sex slaves for the creatures, practice until the right time for impregnating the females. C.D. knew they played rough and would fuck him to death with their enormous cocks. They might fight for him. Charles was finally popular. There were no other humans alive for the plant things to torment and rape. He was the last one.
Hello again,
Well, hell, I told you so. If your life becomes a plague of blood and locusts please do not blame me. The Devil made me do it is getting tiresome and old now. You are responsible for your own actions, dear reader. Kindly remove your mask and show the world the monster you really are. You see that you do not need to join the Illuminati to go to sex parties. I am sure you can find some near you. The idea that an innocent reader like you could fuck like Caligula at an orgy or go postal and shoot innocent people at a fast food restaurant is too far-fetched. Right?
Sure. Continue to delude yourself. The human race is remarkably well versed in denial and hypocrisy. You do well with stupidity as well. Sorry I am getting carried away. Perhaps I am too harsh. You may still have retained your goodness and sanity. Things can change with all of those deathbed conversions the enemy gets off on. Still, I will not give up hope for your eternal damnation.
What will happen to Christopher Wisdom, Henry David Wells, Brother Andrew and Sarah Nolan? Who will win this Wager of Sin? Will there be a sequel? Will there be a second book? Perhaps.
There are always more stories to tell.
I would not concern myself with that for now if I were you. This book was created to show you images of sex and violence that will sink to the darkest waters of your subconscious.
I would never merely scare you with a warning about a book. That would never suffice. You know who I am? Do you know who you are dealing with? Those of you fortunate enough not go mad from reading this book are in profound trouble and you remain blissfully ignorant of that. The real secret of this book is that you will now suffer from the worst nightmares of your life because you made yourself read this manuscript. Not even nightmares, really but rather night terrors. The worst you can imagine and now that you have read my little book-they will never end until you are six feet in the ground. Now you know the Devil has many faces and many names. The reading of this book comes at a great price. No one can read Damned Fiction and not suffer terrible consequences.
I hope it was worth it.
Sweet Dreams,
The King of Nightmares