Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

  “And that’s the end of the story? Why do I sense there’s more to tell me, Meghan?”

  “Oh, because there is. I gotta ask again, Kyle, you sure I can tell you anything here?”

  “Absolutely. Like I said, anything you say here in this room stays between us.”

  “Okay, well that was two years ago, but that’s not the end of my story.”

  “Alright, Meghan, continue if you want to. If not, I understand. We can wait till our next session, if that’s better for you. I realize you already shared a lot of information with me today that’s tough for you to talk about.”

  “I don’t think there will be a next session, so I should probably just get it all out now. I’m healed. I feel better. I just need to tell somebody what I did. Do you understand that, Kyle?”

  “What you did? I think I understand, but either way, continue.”

  “Not too long ago, about a month before the first time we spoke, I took care of all my problems.”

  “How did you take care of them, Meghan?”

  “I was taking Russel out for a walk in his stroller and I came across a yard sale. I didn’t think anything of it at first, until I saw him. The man who raped me from the garage. Of course, I didn’t ever see his face, but I recognized the tattoos immediately, and I knew it was him. I looked around and saw a garage behind the corner house, and my suspicions were confirmed. I didn’t even hesitate at that point, I knew this was the place I was first held captive. I took Russel home immediately and called my mother, asking her to watch him for a while. I told her I had something important to take care of.”

  “Okay, then what happened, Meghan?”

  “Well, after the home invasion and the multiple rapes, I bought a gun. I headed straight back to the house and knocked right on the front door. I got lucky too; they were all home. One of the men opened the door and I pointed my gun in his face, letting myself in. Once I got inside the house, I had a little talk with the old lady and her family. Long story short, I discovered the three that kidnapped me were her kids, and the fucker that raped me was her boyfriend.”

  “What happened after that, Meghan?”

  “I made them give me the address to the house of the gay couple that bought me, and then I led them out to the garage. That’s where I took care of shit.”

  “What do you mean by took care of shit?”

  “You sure I can tell you anything? Absolutely anything?”

  “Absolutely, Meghan. But only if you want to.”

  “Okay, well, first, I made the brothers tie the old woman’s boyfriend up. Just like they did me, with his arms hanging above his head. Then I shot both of the brothers in the face.”

  “You shot them?”

  “Yes, I shot them. Should I continue?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry, Meghan. Please continue.”

  “Next, I made the daughter take the rapist’s pants off and shove his underwear in his mouth. Just in case he was a screamer. You know? Then, I made her take her pants off and handed her a knife. She was confused and scared, so I had to explain to her what to do. I made her stick the handle inside herself and told her to stand behind him. After I warned him that this might hurt a little bit, I made her fuck him in the ass with the knife. I watched for a while, and the old woman screamed and cried. It was beautiful at first, but then I got bored. So, I shot both of them, and I would’ve shot the old bitch too, but when I turned to face her, she was already laying on the floor, clutching her chest. She had a heart attack, I guess. I’m not sure, but I checked, and the old hag was dead.”

  “So, you killed four people?”

  “No. I killed six people. After I made sure they were all dead, I loaded up my car with a couple cans of gasoline and headed off to the gay couple’s house. I didn’t waste any time there. I made sure they were both home, and I torched the place. Once it was up in flames, I drove off and headed home. That’s the end of my story.”

  “That’s quite a lot to take in, Meghan. I believe we should stop for today and continue next time.”

  Meghan glared at Dr. Hickman. “I told you, there won’t be a next time.” She stood up and headed for the door. “I have one more thing to take care of now, to clear my conscience. But you won’t be hearing from me again. Goodbye, Kyle.”

  Meghan left the office before Dr. Hickman could say a word and headed straight to her vehicle. She opened the trunk and grabbed a couple cans of gasoline. Ten minutes later, she was driving away with the doctor’s office in flames behind her. Headed home to her son, free from all her demons.

  Jizzlobber goes to Hell

  Jizzlobber is only a nickname. My real name is Harry O’Brien, but nicknames stick with you in Hell. Speaking of Hell, let me tell you all about how I wound up in the hot place. I was living in Philadelphia, , working at a local bar as a bouncer. I’m a big guy, so tossing people around is one of my specialties. I enjoyed it. Some punk or some thug started mouthing off or getting out of hand, then they had to deal with my big, bald ass—all six-foot-five and three-hundred pounds of me. Anyway, I was also the front man for a local hardcore punk band called ‘The Ignored’. I found a connection through my job and got us some gigs there before we branched out and became known throughout the city. Our music was so-so, but our act was what people came to see. They didn’t come to hear us. Hell, they didn’t even come to see the band. They came to see me, Jizzlobber.

  The first time I did it, we used a mannequin tied to a cross on stage, as our final song was up next. We broke into the finale of our show, and I pulled my dick out and started jerking off in front of everyone while I was singing. I noticed a few girls in the crowd that couldn’t stop staring at it, all twelve inches of it. They were impressed, and those who weren’t impressed were appalled. The size of my beast wasn’t the special attraction of our show, though. It’s what I could do with it that made their jaws drop. The show ended, as I faced the mannequin from a good twenty-feet away and drenched it with my own personal super soaker. My cock was a loaded gun, literally, and the ladies loved it.

  Months went by, and we played several more shows, gaining even more publicity with my cum-filled exploits, before we lost the need for a mannequin. Women were volunteering to be a part of the act, and I happily obliged, soaking their faces with my semen. We played a show on New Year’s Eve that was really special. Five women appeared on stage naked as I chained them together and made them get on their knees, facing the crowd. I let them take turns sucking me off before I finished myself, their mouths all open and eagerly awaiting my seed, which I shared equally among them. After that, I was still hard, so I fucked one of them on stage in front of everyone. It was a glorious evening, but it was also my last show ever.

  There happened to be an agent of a different kind there that evening, and she gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I was off to act in the porn business, and the paycheck that was offered to me made it easy to leave the music behind. I just wanted to be financially secure, and this was my opportunity. I hadn’t lived the most normal or easy life up until this point, but that’s a story for another time. We’re here to talk about how I ended up in Hell. Back to the porn business, that was my big mistake. I thought I’d just be fucking chicks and getting paid for it. I was kind of right, but I’d gotten more than what I’d bargained for when I agreed to do it. The business ended up being a totally underground black market thing. They made snuff films, and they tricked me into being a part of it.

  It started off easy enough and seemed fairly innocent. I would be in my dressing room getting ready with the help of some fluffer, then I’d go on camera and shoot my load all over some naked chick. That was in the beginning, though, before things got strange. The first time I had an issue with my new career was when they picked me up at the hotel and took me to some abandoned warehouse in the ghetto for a shoot. I knew something wasn’t right as soon as we walked inside the desolate building. Another man was there to star in the film, and he was of equal monstrous physical proportions. The only di
fference was he was wearing some kind of executioner mask. I asked questions but got no answers, as I was escorted to a makeshift dressing room and left alone with a big-busted blonde whore.

  I was nervous and sweating, as she helped me undress, whether I wanted the assistance or not. As soon as she saw my exposed package, she was in awe. She couldn’t keep her hands or mouth off of me, and I gotta give her credit, I’ve never met another girl that could deep throat like she did. I don’t even know what her name was, but I’ll never forget those cherry lips wrapped around my cock, taking me as far inside of her throat as she could without choking. She was only supposed to get and keep me hard until I was called on set, but I was ready to burst inside her mouth, as my dick was throbbing against her moist tongue. I had forgotten all about where I was, and the executioner in the other room, as I played with her pepperoni-sized nipples while she devoured my manhood. Then, they called for me.

  The whore jumped up, letting my cock pop out of her mouth, and I was almost angry. I was ready to cum. They led me into the main room where the cameras were set up. I didn’t see the executioner, only a dark-haired woman chained to a bed in the middle of the set. She was naked and crying, as they led me over to her.

  “Do your thing!” the director commanded me.

  I knew something was terribly wrong, but I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I walked over to the foot of the bed, and she looked up at me in absolute horror. At that moment, I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and began masturbating furiously as the crew began to cheer. Within minutes, the woman was covered in my man glaze, and I felt relieved, until the executioner entered the room and chopped her into pieces, right in front of me. I was on camera, they had me as an employee, whether I liked it or not. I didn’t like it one bit. This same scenario went on for months, and I was indeed rolling in the dough, but that didn’t help my sanity or my conscience. One day, I’d finally had enough. They pulled the final straw.

  I entered the set, and instead of a woman, it was a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen years old. I played along, until the point that I knew that I was ready. That’s when I turned my attention to the director and shot him in the eye with my dick. He was blinded by my jizz. I then beat the fuck out of the executioner and chopped off his head with his own axe. Nobody else in the room dared to try and stop me, as I freed the little girl and took her and myself to the police station. I turned myself in because I couldn’t live with what I had become. I know it wasn’t totally my fault, but, nonetheless, I realized that I deserved to die. I received life in prison, but that didn’t work for me, so I hung myself in my cell as soon as I had the chance. We all know that earns you a one way ticket to hell, and that’s where I am now.

  Hell isn’t as bad as you think, though, except for the fact that, like I said, nicknames stick. Harry O’Brien is no more. I am Jizzlobber, and I’m a proud general manager at one of the biggest fast fetish chains in Hell. I gotta get going now; it’s the lunch rush. “Welcome to Murder King. How can I kill you today?”

  The Cult That Never Was

  I.

  The night flashed through Trent’s mind as he looked at the caller ID on his cell phone. She’d called him a loser and a drug addict, told him he’d never be good enough for her. Then, she stormed out of his apartment and out of his life. That was two years ago, so what did she want with him now? Trent ignored the call and waited for a voicemail. A part of him hoped she wouldn’t leave one, but he knew that would only drive him more insane. Then he would only suffer from curiosity, but she left one.

  Hi Trent, it’s Cameron. I really need to talk to you. I have a lot to explain and I really miss you so please, please call me back. Okay, bye.

  Trent listened to the message over and over again, trying to decipher her level of bullshit. Why would she want him back all of a sudden? After all this time, she was right about one thing as far as Trent was concerned; she had a lot of explaining to do. He had given her everything he could but because he smoked some pot and drank beer, she’d flipped out and disappeared on him. He knew there had to be more to it than that, but Trent always assumed it was some other guy. Cameron was the love of his life, and he had to know the truth. If she was willing to explain, then he was willing to listen. He lit up a cigarette and called her back.

  II.

  They chatted very briefly before agreeing to meet in person. Cameron said she would much rather look him in the face than talk to him on the phone. She also told him that she missed him again. There it was. That’s all Trent needed to hear, as they made plans to meet at a nearby bar. He was excited to see what she looked like now. Only two years or so had passed, but a person could change a lot in that amount of time. The Cameron that Trent remembered had flowing blonde hair and perky little breasts. Her legs were long and she was almost as tall as Trent. She was built like a model, but she didn’t live like one. As a matter of fact, one of the things Trent always got a kick out of was how much she liked to eat.

  Trent was thirty-two now, so that would make her twenty-six years old. As he arrived at the bar, it was as if all the anger towards her for leaving him had disappeared. He didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to see her. He took a seat and scanned the area around him, assuming he’d probably arrived first. There were no hot blondes in sight, so he motioned for the barkeep. After ordering a lager, he lit up a cigarette as a woman sat down next to him and smiled.

  “Cameron?”

  “Hi, Trent. It’s been a long time.”

  “Oh my God, you look, you look so different.”

  “You like?” She laughed as she flipped her hand through her now short and cherry red hair.

  “Yeah the hair and um, is something else different, Cameron?” Trent knew what else was different but he wasn’t going to say it. Her breasts were about three times bigger than the last time he’d seen her.

  “Oh, these? Yeah everybody loves these.” She replied as she bounced them around with her hands. This was all so crazy to Trent; the love of his life had completely changed. She went from hot blonde model to big-boobed, red-headed, I don’t know what, he thought to himself.

  “What happened to you, Cameron?”

  “What do you mean? You don’t think I look good anymore? Most guys can’t keep their hands off of me.”

  “No, it’s not that. Look good? You’re gorgeous and look at those things! Of course guys can’t keep their hands off of you. I couldn’t either. So, why did you leave me?”

  “Let’s go for a drive and I’ll tell you the story.”

  Trent still never got his beer so he figured they might as well go ahead and leave. They got into his car with no particular destination in mind, and Trent was ready to hear it.

  “So, what’s up, Cameron?”

  “Okay, here it goes. I’ll tell you why I left you.”

  III.

  “I was kidnapped by a cult of some sort.”

  “What?”

  “Just wait, Trent, that’s not even the bad part. I need you to be quiet and let me tell you what happened. When I’m done, if you never want to speak to me again, I’ll understand. Can you do that for me?”

  “Okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

  “Okay. Good. What happened was I found out we were pregnant. That’s right, we. You have a daughter, Trent.”

  “I have a what? I have a daughter? I’m pulling over.” Trent pulled over onto the side of the road and shut the car off as he took a deep breath. “Okay. Continue.”

  “I couldn’t handle the idea of having a child, Trent. Not yet; I wasn’t ready for it. I had my whole life ahead of me in my mind and I still had a chance at a modeling career. At least, that’s what I thought, so I decided there was no way it could happen. I decided I was going to have an abortion. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to kill myself for not telling you, for not giving you any say in the matter, and for everything that’s happened to me since.”

  “You said I have a daughter though?”

  “That’s ri
ght, you do. We do. Somewhere, but she’s not with me. I didn’t get to go through with the abortion because I was kidnapped. Right from my apartment the night before I was supposed to get the procedure done. Apparently, someone was watching me and followed me from the clinic. It was a home invasion, Trent. Three men just burst in and took me from my home. They knocked me out with some kind of chemical on a rag and tossed me in their vehicle. When I came to, I was being pulled out of a van and they dragged me into some kind of ranch house. I wasn’t alone though, there were other pregnant women there.”

  “How did you get away? Why haven’t you gone to the police?”

  “It was like a church of some kind. They were punishing women who were planning on having abortions and saving the children. They treated us like animals and constantly referred to us as sinners. They apparently had money to play with, and they have connections. That’s why I haven’t gone to the police. I’m afraid.”

  “What do you mean by money and connections?”

  “The police were there one night. Two cops, actually. I remember specifically because they both took a turn with me before they left. They were attracted to my red hair and gigantic tits, which were both provided by the church. Some doctor performed surgeries on the women, mostly breast implants, of course.”

  “Took a turn with you? You mean you were raped while you were pregnant?”

  “Yeah, every night until I gave birth. I was raped by so many different people I lost track. There was plenty of psychological torture as well. A lot of ranting and raping until our daughter came along, and then, they threw me out in the cold like an old dog. Your daughter is ours now, they told me, and to tell you the truth, I was just happy they didn’t kill me. I was naked, broken and beaten, but I was alive. Then, I passed out in the snow.”