A Foreign Evil: Diablo Snuff 1: An Erotic Horror

by Carver Pike

  I remembered having diarrhea shortly after, probably from the sushi at the bar.

  I remembered being at the casino that night and sitting at the same table as my friend Pete as he got a hand job underneath the table from a prostitute, the same one he’d taken upstairs.

  I remembered sitting at the burger joint with Isabelle and later fucking the shit out of her in the room.

  It couldn’t be a nightmare, right?

  I felt like collapsing on the floor and giving up. But then I saw the door, the closest one to the end of the hallway. It looked like all the other iron doors I’d passed.

  I approached slowly and pressed my forehead against it for a second, listening to see if I could hear anyone being tortured inside. All was silent.

  I opened the door.

  And stepped into the shower.

  And stared through the glass window that led to the room.

  All was dark except the flicker of a TV casting light on the perfectly made bed.

  Then I heard it. The sound of two people having wild, hot sex. The woman was moaning and the man was grunting. I couldn’t hear the voices too well but they were definitely not afraid to talk to each other during.

  Then I heard my own voice say, “Now you fuck me dammit!”

  It was the video of me with Isabelle.

  I didn’t feel myself doing it, but I unknowingly made my way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I sat down at the foot of the bed and stared up at the TV screen where Isabelle was there, naked in all her glory, riding my cock.

  I snapped out of it and realized I’d put myself in a terrible position. And before I had the chance to get out of there, I heard the gears shift and the bathroom door slam shut.

  “No!” I yelled.

  The furniture and TV remained but the mirrored ceiling opened. I threw my hands to my face, trying to protect my head from what was sure to come and I backed away from the bed.

  But nothing dropped out of the gaping hole. I stared up into the black box above the bed and saw them. Figures were staring at me, all with hoods over their heads, leaving their faces shrouded in darkness. I couldn’t make out any features. And there must have been ten of them watching me.

  One of them lowered a metal staircase.

  Then they suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone in the dark room with only my personal porn video and the stairs that could either be my escape or a slow climb to my death.

  I climbed onto the bed and made my way to the stairs. I had no other option. This was it. I gripped the railings and hopped one step at a time on my good foot. As I leaned forward, the metal felt cold against my bare chest. When I reached the top, I poked my head up first, but saw only darkness. So I climbed the rest of the way out of the hole.

  The hole closed up behind me leaving me in the pitch black void.

  I held my fists up in front of my face, ready to fight if I needed to, and it was so dark I couldn’t even see them. All was silent. A cold chill hit me and it stunk like raw sewage.

  “You’re here,” a soft, sweet voice said.

  “Isabelle?” I asked.

  “I knew you could do it.”

  “Bullshit, you tried to have me killed.”

  “It’s what we do.”

  Light popped on overhead, a strange purplish light. And I saw her in front of me. She was dressed in a slick, black, skin-tight spandex suit and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

  “Who’s we?” I asked.

  Then I saw them lined up behind her, no less than twenty figures, all wearing strange black masks. Some wore bird masks while others wore goats.

  “We are we,” she replied.

  “Murderers. You killed that guy with the dogs and you killed Vivian with the snakes and you tried to kill me with acid. You sick fucks!”

  “I understand your anger,” Isabelle said.

  God, even with rage running through my veins she looked absolutely stunning.

  “Come here,” she added.

  She held her hands out as if wanting a hug. And I wanted to hug her. I don’t know why but I wanted to be in her arms. Was it something in the air? Some sort of spell? Was she a witch?

  “You want me again?” she asked as she pulled the top of her spandex suit down, revealing her luscious tits.

  I wanted to take them in my mouth.

  “Do you know why you want me right now?”

  I didn’t.

  “Because you’re just like us. You’re a sexually charged murderer.”

  “No, I’m not,” I argued.

  But as I looked down, I realized I’d dropped my pants and my cock was rock hard. I didn’t remember pulling them down. And when I looked up again, Isabelle was bent over in front of me. She’d peeled off the rest of her suit and was leaning forward on all fours, her pussy lips swollen at the tip of my cock, just begging to be fucked.

  I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

  But I did want to.

  And moans filled the room. I looked past Isabelle to see that the other masked figures were engaged in a giant orgy. They were all completely naked except for the strange masks still strapped to their faces.

  One man with a gigantic cock fucked a girl doggy style in front of me. His dick looked beastly, too large to be real. And she took it all in, screaming in agony but laughing with joy at the same time.

  A sexy redhead rode a guy, hopping up and down on him as if wanting his dick to hit her in the throat.

  One girl cackled with laughter as another girl ate her out.

  And then I felt her. Isabelle’s pussy smothered my cock, wrapping around it, soaking me with her juices as she backed into me, not giving me the opportunity to protest.

  “Yes!” she yelled.

  I gripped her hips and pounded her.

  New lights flooded down over us, different colors, like they came from a disco ball or something. And I saw that we were surrounded by counters with screens, like we were in some sort of air traffic control room.

  The screens came to life, hundreds of them probably, and each had either people having sex or people being tortured after their sexual romp. They were the videos from Diablo Snuff, each with the logo at the bottom right of the screen.

  And I kept fucking Isabelle. It felt better than before.

  “Fuck me!” she yelled.

  “Fuck me,” came a man’s voice.

  I looked to the right to see a man bent over just like Isabelle while a masked man fucked him in the ass.

  “Fuck me!” a woman yelled.

  I looked to my left to see a woman wearing a strap-on and fucking a woman doggy style who was bent over one of the video control panels.

  “Fuck me!” Isabelle said again.

  I reached around, grabbed her right tit, and pinched her nipple hard as I drove into her.

  “Be one of us and you can fuck me like this forever. Do you want that?”

  My foot throbbed and I suddenly got lightheaded. I fell backwards onto the floor, my bare ass hitting the tile.

  “What’s wrong with you?” she asked. “Don’t you want me?”

  She didn’t give me the chance to answer as she straddled me and sunk down onto my cock. She grinded her hips and closed her eyes, tilting her head back to the sky.

  “You want to know what this place is?” came the odd voice I’d heard earlier in the corridor.

  Suddenly a man stepped into view, dressed in a black suit, with a black shirt and tie. He too wore a mask, only his was red and had a long pointed nose. It was similar to the bird masks but looked more…evil.

  Seeing him should have ended my arousal but it didn’t. I pinched both of Isabelle’s tits and lifted up to fuck her harder.

  “This is Diablo Snuff,” the man said.

  “What is this place?” I asked, fucking her harder with each syllable.

  “You see the videos all around you?” he asked. “Who do you think watches these sexual videos ending in death?”

  “You,” I said.

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�Ha,” he snickered. “Yes, I do. But not just me, Michael. Terrorists and killers and every other sick individual on the planet.”

  “Be one of us, baby,” Isabelle said as she reached back to squeeze my balls. “You can do it. You survived. You’re a survivor, just like me.”

  She rocked on my dick with her fist clenching my balls. It hurt as she squeezed them too tightly but it felt good at the same time. The pain was intense but felt so fucking incredible.

  “You survived?” I asked. “You were brought here like me?”

  “Yes,” she said. “By Rolland.”

  A big guy, Latino looking, stepped over to us, naked, except for his goat mask. His cock hung in front of Isabelle’s face. She reached out, grabbed his dick like it had no feeling, and yanked him closer. She took him in her mouth, stroking him as she sucked him.

  It should have disgusted me but it didn’t. I slapped her ass and flipped her over, yanking her mouth off of him as I slammed her on her back.

  “You see?” she squealed. “He’s one of us!”

  “He’s one of us!” someone else yelled.

  “Be one of us!” another voice called out.

  “Fuck and be merry,” the man in the suit said. “And bring me more bodies to put in these videos. Just meet young ladies…or men…whatever your preference. We don’t discriminate here. Fuck the shit out of them and then leave them so we can do the rest.”

  “You mean kill them?” I asked as I bit Isabelle’s nipple and kept fucking her.

  “Yes,” the man said. “Think of it as a job…more of a lifestyle actually. All the food and drink and drugs and sex one could ever imagine.”

  I gripped Isabelle’s hair in my fist and squeezed tight as I stuffed her with my cock. And as I shoved myself inside of her, each pump suddenly brought a memory with it.

  My foot getting crushed in the door.

  “We can fix your foot,” the man in the suit said, clearly reading my mind.

  The acid rain falling all around me.

  “But none of it touched you,” he said.

  The man getting eaten by the demon dogs.

  “You wouldn’t have liked him anyway. He was a fucking asshole if truth be told.”

  Vivian crumpled up on the corridor floor, dead.

  “Now that one, yeah that was a fine piece of ass, but she didn’t have what it takes to make it here. Not like you. You’re special, Michael. You can be part of the program. You can be part of Diablo Snuff.”

  No, this was wrong.

  I wasn’t an extremely religious man by no means but I knew this was wrong. This was evil.

  “Yes, we are evil,” the man said. “We are all evil, are we not?”

  I looked up to see he was holding his hands out, palms up, as if waiting for the roar of the crowd. He got it. Different voices all sounded off.

  “Evil as fuck!”

  “Evil motherfuckers!”

  “Tools of the devil!”

  “Instruments of evil!”

  Then Isabelle started laughing as she looked in my face. Her eyeballs were black and squinted. She was moaning as I kept filling her with my cock. But she was different. She wasn’t sweet. I suddenly saw her for the first time. She was a demon. Her tongue slithered out and was forked.

  “No,” I said quietly.

  “Oh yes!”

  “No, this is wrong.”

  “Fuck that, it’s so right!” she cried out as she bucked her hips, trying to force me deeper inside of her.

  I looked around me and saw everyone fucking. The man in the suit was watching everyone, turning his head from side to side, taking it all in.

  Then I saw the window. It was so dark I’d missed it. But the elevated train drove by just in time for me to see the lights through the glass.

  I pulled out of Isabelle and her eyes went wide, returning to their original color.

  “Michael!” she yelled.

  “Evil bitch,” I said as I reached out, yanked the mask off of the gay guy to my right, and shoved the sharp nose into her neck.

  I heard her gurgle blood as I stood, pulled up my pants, and ran towards the window, ignoring the pain from my foot as I used every ounce of strength I had to reach the window. A few of the naked demons tried to stop me. I stabbed one in the eye with the mask. He howled in pain and knocked over some of the other demons.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Michael?” the man in the suit asked.

  I was only about five feet from the window when I launched myself at it, remembering the ferocity of the demon dog crashing through the shower wall. I rolled and slammed my shoulder into the glass and it gave way. It shattered as I flew through it.

  “Come back here!” I heard the man in the suit scream.

  But I was already tumbling towards the ground. The fall wasn’t so bad from only two floors up but it hurt like hell when I smacked against the pavement. I rolled over and looked up at the window to see the man in the suit, his red mask lifted up to his forehead, displaying a grotesque face that was beyond imagination. His skin looked seared and was flaking. His eyes burnt a bright yellow.

  “Diablo Snuff is everywhere!” he yelled.

  “Fuck you,” I said. “And fuck Diablo Snuff!”

  I picked myself up and limped down the street towards the train. The sun was peeking out just a little, turning the pitch black sky into a purple hue. I’d escaped.

  Somehow I knew I wouldn’t be followed. Somehow I knew they wouldn’t come after me. At least not that day. They’d lost. I’d won.

  But I knew it wasn’t over. Diablo Snuff was only a small part of evil’s plan and evil was worldwide.

  That was the first time I’d encountered true evil.

  The End.

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