Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

  “Then what happened? What about the last year or so? How could you leave our daughter with these people and not do anything about it?”

  “Because those people found me again and they told me they would kill me if I did. They relocated me and forced me to live in a crack house, Trent. I was there for over a year with these drug dealers. They forced me to smoke while they pointed a gun at my head. I was addicted after a while and they kept making me do more. They used me like a piece of meat, passing me around the room from one dick to another. If I refused to suck someone off, they would cut me or burn me with cigarettes. Sometimes, they did that stuff just for fun, even when I didn’t refuse. Eventually, I got lucky and snatched a gun from one of them while I was going down on him. I blew his fucking dick off and shot his friend in the face. After that, I ran like hell and got to a friend’s house where I called you. Oh yeah, I’m pregnant again, too. That’s my story.”

  “Wow!”

  “Wow? All you can say is wow? I knew this was a bad idea, Trent. I’m sorry. Just take me somewhere and I’ll get out of your life.”

  “I don’t want you out of my life, Cameron. I love you.”

  “ You love me? After all that I just told you, you love me?”

  “More than ever. Now, let’s go get our daughter back.”

  Trent started the car as Cameron began crying, and they pulled onto the road. Trent had a plan, though, and he was determined to rescue his daughter.

  IV.

  Trent stopped at a drug store where he bought some hair dye, then he took Cameron back to his place. He convinced her she had to look different so that the cult members wouldn’t recognize her. She lost her red hair in favor of a new gothic look and Trent was turned on. This was yet another version of Cameron he’d never seen before, and he liked it. She noticed it too, as she dropped her towel and moved towards him.

  Trent was unbuckling his belt as quickly as he could, as he stared at her gorgeous breasts. Cameron helped him pull his pants down along with his boxers, as she took him in her mouth with expertise. Trent thought about how many other guys had been in her mouth since the two of them were together, and it was almost enough to make him shrivel up. Almost, but not quite, as she worked her magic on him, massaging his balls at the same time. Trent ripped his shirt off and pulled her closer to him. He grabbed her hair and pounded away in her mouth; erupting inside her throat. Cameron swallowed every last drop and smiled up at her lover.

  Trent was ready for more as he carried her to his bedroom and tossed her on the bed. He made her get on all fours and took her from behind, just the way he knew she liked it. Trent fucked Cameron in every position he could think of until she passed out. That’s when he tied her up and put her in the trunk of his car. Trent knew more than Cameron was aware of. Now, it was time to get his daughter back.

  V.

  Trent knew all about the church and he had contacted them. When he arrived at the gate, the guard checked his trunk and confirmed his delivery, letting Trent into the main parking area. He parked his car and was met by a member of the church who led him in as two large men retrieved Cameron from the trunk and carried her inside.

  When Cameron awoke, she was in a familiar place, tied up and naked once again. The first thing she noticed was Trent on the far side of the room, speaking to one of the church members. Her jaw dropped as she saw them hand a little girl over to Trent, and he cried tears of joy as he embraced his daughter. They both looked over at her and smiled. Trent waved goodbye, as they exited the room. Cameron tried to scream but as soon as she opened her mouth, it was filled by a random stranger. She burst into tears as the man violated her, and she thought about her daughter. She thought about the child inside of her and her future. Cameron remembered what it was like to be here and she couldn’t go through it all again. These people had too many connections, and she was convinced they would never be caught. The only people aware of their existence were their members, supporters and victims. Cameron also remembered the threats she received, especially the first time she was forced to give one of them head. She made a decision.

  Cameron knew the guy was just about ready to finish as she bit his dick off and spit it out in front of him. It was her only moment of victory as she closed her eyes and smiled, waiting for the end. She heard the gunshot and everything went black. Cameron and her unborn child were free.

  Meet the Chunks

  Charles Chunk and his family moved into their new home in Dripping Springs, Pennsylvania two months ago, and he already hated it. They lived on the corner of Areola Avenue and Semen Street, and their next door neighbors, the Hymens, had already gotten on his nerves. His own family was driving him insane, and he couldn’t wait to get to work.

  It was Monday morning, and nobody liked Mondays, but Charlie Chunk was as excited as usual when he pulled his station wagon into the parking lot of Shoes N’ Such, his job and the local suburban housewives' favorite store. Charlie was a lead sales associate, and he absolutely loved his job. Whether he was helping a customer find some shoes or recommending some lingerie or a pair of earrings, Charlie was always on top of things. His store sold pretty much everything a woman loved, and Charlie loved women. They did specialize in shoes though, and that worked out just great for Charlie, because he specialized in feet. He couldn’t get enough of women’s feet, but this was a secret fetish that his wife Chelsea could never know about, because she would never understand.

  Charles was tired of life and tired of his family. He was an average looking man with a beer gut and a bald head, who never understood why his wife married him in the first place. Chelsea sure was something to look at with her perky tits and heart-shaped ass, but that mouth of hers drove him up a wall. Her long blonde hair and hourglass figure could never make up for the shit that spews from that hole, he thought, as he clocked in at work. The store was already busy, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Charlie was looking forward to getting out on the sales floor, as he visually scanned the customers and spotted a middle-aged Latina woman with a baby in a stroller. He made his way over to her, noticing that she was looking at bras, checking them over with one hand as she rocked the stroller back and forth with the other.

  “Hi, can I help you with anything today, ma'am?” he asked the lady as he approached her.

  “No, thank you. I’m fine.” She returned with an uncomfortable glance in his direction.

  “Okay, well my name is Charles. If you need anything, just let me know.”

  “Okay, thank you.” She said, as she pushed her baby away from him and the bras, heading back towards the front of the store.

  Charles had scared her off and unfortunately for him, this happened more often than not. He didn’t have a whole lot of luck with the ladies in general, but this Monday was going to be different. A little after lunchtime, his neighbor, Lauren Hymen, showed up, and she was looking for shoes. Charles spotted her from across the store, and like his wife Chelsea, she too had a mouth that he would like to tape shut. Lauren was foreign to him, and she was hot. He rushed over to the women’s shoes, and as he approached her, she was sitting on a bench trying on a pair of black high heels with an open toe. Lauren was leaning over, as she strapped her foot in, and Charles couldn’t help but notice her cleavage; her arms were pushing her breasts together and the top half was clearly visible as he looked down her open blouse. She was wearing a white bra, and he was certain that he spotted the pink of one of her nipples, trying to escape her boulder holder. Charles felt his pants suddenly becoming much tighter, as Lauren noticed his presence in front of her.

  “Oh, hello, Charles, I forgot that you worked here. You like what you see?”

  “I...uh, hello, Lauren. I’m sorry, I wasn’t...I mean, I didn’t mean to look at you, you know?”

  “It’s okay, Charles. Settle down. I must admit I’m flattered to tell you the truth. With a wife as beautiful as Chelsea, I wouldn’t imagine that you’d need to look at other women.”

  “Um...yeah, Chelsea is beauti
ful, I love her. Once again I’m sorry, that was very unprofessional of me.”

  “Oh, it’s no big deal, Charles. It can be our little secret. I only wish Seymour still had any interest in looking at me. Honestly I think he’s gay, Charles.” Lauren laughed as she took her shoes off, and Charles now found himself staring at her petite and perfectly pedicured feet.

  “You like feet, Charles?” She grinned at him as she stuck her right leg forward and wriggled her toes.

  “I like your feet.” Now, Charles was the one grinning, as he suddenly felt incredibly comfortable around Lauren. He was pretty sure she was flirting with him for whatever reason, and that notion was confirmed, as she rubbed her bare foot against his leg and slowly moved it up his khaki pants, stopping just shy of his bulging crotch. Charles was so hard, he was ready to bust out of his pants, like the Hulk.

  “Oh, my!” Lauren blushed. “Someone’s happy to see me.” Lauren put the shoes in the box and put her own shoes back on before standing up. “I’ll see you around, Charles.” She winked at him and made her way to the front to pay for her shoes, as Charles watched her walk away, blessing whoever invented yoga pants. It wasn’t hard to imagine how perfect Lauren’s ass was as her cheeks bobbled up and down slightly as she moved. Charles was ready to explode, as he rushed to the employee restroom and into a stall where he whipped his dick out and began masturbating furiously. He blew his load in the toilet and washed his hands before heading back to work. It was going to be a good day.

  II.

  Chelsea loved when Charles was at work. The kids were at school, and she had the house all to herself. Monday through Friday, until four o’clock, Chelsea got to live her secret life away from her horrible family. She’d never really wanted kids, and the only reason she married Charles was for his money. He’d inherited his father’s estate, and that’s when she snatched him up. Of course, back then Charles was a good looking guy with a full head of hair. Now he was fat, bald and out of shape. Chelsea played her part though, while reaping the benefits.

  If Charles ever caught her in the act, she would be divorced in a second. Chelsea was well aware of that, but she didn’t care. It was all a part of the rush for her. She loved the idea of getting caught as much as she loved getting high and fucking her neighbor. Seymour was hung like a horse, and Chelsea couldn't get enough of his cock. She waited every day until his wife, Lauren, went out shopping, and then she would call him. He always referred to her as 'darling,' and for some reason that made her nuts. After the phone call, she knew she would have at least fifteen minutes or so until he arrived.

  Today was different, though. When Chelsea got off the phone she went into her normal routine. She packed up her pipe and fired up the white rock inside while she waited for Seymour to come fuck her. She was feeling hornier than usual today so she got naked before his arrival. A few hits later and Chelsea was spread eagle on the couch with two fingers deep inside herself. She was lost in her own mind, and an orgasm or two later, she’d forgotten all about Seymour, as she passed out alone.

  III.

  Seymour tried to call Chelsea back to let her know he wasn’t going to be able to make it. The phone rang and rang before finally going to voicemail. He never left messages with her so he hung up, frustrated with his wife Lauren. She’d text him to let him know she was stopping back home because she’d forgotten something. Lauren would expect him to be there, so he had to stay home. Cock blocked by my own wife, he thought.

  Seymour couldn’t stand his wife. Sure, she was hot, but she was a money-hungry bitch. She never had sex with him anymore, and the sight of her disgusted him. To top it off, his son, Simon, had turned out gay. Seymour just wanted to run away with Chelsea and fuck her forever. He knew that wasn’t a possibility as long as her fat ass husband was around, though. Seymour thought about all of this as his wife pulled into the driveway in her BMW that he paid for. He noticed the new shoes on her feet as soon as she got out of the car. “I thought you were going to the gym, not shoe shopping?”

  “I did go to the gym. Then I went shoe shopping. What are you doing, nothing as usual?”

  “That’s right, Lauren, I’m doing nothing. And you know what? I support this family and I make enough money to do nothing whenever I damn well please.”

  Lauren stared at him coldly, but her glare quickly turned into a smile. “Well, good for you, honey.” She attempted to ignore him as she walked past and into the house.

  “What are you doing, anyway? What’d you forget?”

  “I’m going back out, and don’t worry about what I forgot. Drink your bourbon, and leave me alone.”

  “Fine. Maybe I will. Fuck you, then.” Seymour replied as he followed her inside. Lauren disappeared up the stairs as he went to the kitchen to make a drink. He was glad she was going back out. He might’ve missed out on his favorite activity of the day with Chelsea across the street, but he had other things to look forward to as he reclaimed his spot on the porch. A few minutes passed before Lauren exited the house, totally ignoring his existence. She was still wearing her new shoes, but he noticed she’d lost the gym clothes for a short, yellow sundress. ‘God, she’s hot.’ He thought, but he still wished she’d get hit by a truck. A part of him was curious where the hell she was going dressed like that, but a bigger part didn’t give two shits anymore. Seymour watched her drive away as he sipped his drink and kept an eye on the Chunks' house across the street. He thought about calling Chelsea again, but it was too late in the day now. Her kids would be home soon and so would his son. Seymour settled for waiting to get a look at Chelsea’s daughter, Cameron. She was a little young, he realized, but he didn’t care. Seymour didn’t care about much at all anymore.

  IV.

  The junior high let out a half hour earlier than the high school, so Charles Jr., or Chuck, as his few friends called him, always got home before his sister, Cameron. Chuck had no idea what kind of surprise was waiting for him when he got home today, though. At fifteen years old, with big nerd glasses and a face full of pimples, he’d never seen a girl naked in person. As he set foot in his living room, that’s exactly what he saw. His mother was out like a light on the couch, and she was completely nude. Chuck didn’t understand what was going on. Why would she be lying here with no clothes on knowing that her kids would be home soon?

  Chuck quietly closed the door, careful not to wake her, as he intended to sneak upstairs quietly. Chelsea didn’t move a muscle as the door latched shut, however, instead of going upstairs, Chuck found himself moving closer to the couch. He immediately spotted the glass pipe and the white pebbles on a DVD case on the coffee table. Chuck assumed it was crack cocaine, and this surprised him as well. He had no clue that his mother was on drugs. He looked down at her and understood the reason why his dad put up with her. She was hot. His own mother looked better than most of the women in the pornos he watched in his room. He noticed her nipples jutting outward and thought about covering her up. That thought quickly vanished as he looked further down her body and found out that his mom was completely shaven. Chuck felt himself getting hard, and he was so ashamed. This was his own mother that he was drooling over. He didn’t think about fucking her, but he couldn’t look away nonetheless. As a matter of fact, this was an image he needed to remember. Chuck took a few pictures with his phone and marched off to his room, where he took off his pants immediately. Gary was sleeping, so Chuck was all alone and at peace.

  V.

  Charles spent the rest of his day thinking about Lauren. He thought about her bubble butt in those yoga pants, and he thought about her bare foot rubbing against his crotch. By the time Charles got off work, he was a walking hard on once again. He even thought about going home and trying to fuck his wife for a change. That idea vanished once he got near his vehicle and spotted her.

  Lauren was standing by his driver’s door, smiling at him. She looked like a Hollywood actress in her yellow dress, with her curly brown hair, and over-sized sunglasses. She was way out of Charles’ league, an
d he knew it. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here to see you, Charles. Don’t you wanna see me?”

  “I...uh. I’m happy to see you. But, why?”

  “I told you, Charles. Seymour doesn’t love me anymore. He doesn’t pay me any attention. The way you looked at me today made me feel special, Charles. I deserve to feel special. Look at me, I’m gorgeous.”

  Charles was in shock, but he couldn’t argue with her. As a matter of fact, he found himself agreeing with her very quickly. “You are very gorgeous, Lauren. Seymour doesn’t understand what he’s missing out on.”

  Lauren smiled at him. “How about we get in the back of your vehicle, and you tell me how gorgeous I am?”

  Charles didn’t even hesitate as he unlocked the doors, and they climbed in the backseat of his SUV. The windows were tinted, so Charles didn’t have to worry about privacy as Lauren immediately pulled her dress down, hypnotizing him. Next, she leaned back and took her shoes off, placing her feet in Charles’ crotch for the second time today. Charles didn’t know what to do; he couldn’t believe he was in the backseat of his car with his neighbor's tits hanging out in front of him. It was a fantasy come to life.

  “Pull your dick out. I want you to fuck my feet.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t act shy, Charles. You like feet, and I want you to fuck mine. So, pull your dick out.”