Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

“Jesus Christ, Emma. What's with the third degree all of a sudden?”

  “Come sit with me for a minute. I want to talk to you about something.”

  Wade grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and joined me on the couch. I decided to change the subject, at least for now. “Remember the other day I told you I was getting bad reviews? They're still coming. My overall rating for the second and third books is down to two stars. I'm thinking of pulling both books and retiring from writing.”

  Wade stood up. “Like hell you will. I told you I would help you make your books more realistic, and I'll help you write the fucking things if I have to. I have a plan in mind that will help you add so much realism to your stories, you'll never get another bad review again.” He smiled and it was a smile I've never seen before.

  “Plan? What did you have in mind?”

  He pulled me to my feet and lifted my arms, placing them around his neck. “You'll see.” Then he kissed me with a hunger I'd never felt before. Although he brushed his teeth, I could still smell the faint odor of whiskey on his breath and knew that the alcohol, combined with whatever he did after work, made him horny. I wanted to talk to him more, but as he kissed me, he let his hands wander, pinching my nipples, making me gasp with pain. He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck and began kissing and biting me. I felt myself get wet and as he pressed himself up against me, his hard on was tough to ignore. I moved my hand down to stroke his growing cock, but he grabbed my wrist and moved my hand up to his chest. “Let's go upstairs. I wanna try something.”

  He didn't let go of my arm as he reached down and picked up his bag. Leading me up the stairs, we entered the bedroom, and he dropped the bag and pushed my face up against the wall and started fingering my ass from behind. I was only wearing a short t-shirt and boy shorts, but he quickly tore those away before dragging me over and pushing me down on the bed. I landed face first, so I didn't notice him pulling his handcuffs out of the bag, and as I turned over, he grabbed my right wrist and held it against the bedpost, securing it into place with the handcuffs. My left wrist, he secured over my head. I lay there naked and helpless, my head propped up on two pillows and my nipples standing at attention.

  Wade stood in front of me and removed his clothes. As he took off his shorts, his erection sprang free and I found myself turned on by the sight of him and the anticipation of what he had in store for me. Despite how crazy he was acting, I found myself trusting him implicitly. I wanted him to use me, I wanted to beg him to hurt me.

  Roughly, Wade pushed my thighs apart and buried his head between my legs. He licked and nibbled my clit until I almost couldn't stand it anymore before burying his tongue deep inside me. He tongue fucked me until he brought me to the brink of orgasm, then he abruptly stood up and climbed on top of me. His dick was lined up with my pussy, but he didn't put it inside me.

  Breathlessly, I whispered, “Please.”

  That's when he slapped me hard across the face, which oddly enough, turned me on even more. “Shut up. I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you.” He leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it until it hurt. He moved on to the other side and by then, all I wanted was for him to fuck me hard and fast, but he refused. He put the head in, making me moan, but instead of letting me cum, he moved up closer to my mouth. “Suck it,” was all he said.

  I took him in my mouth and gently bit down as I sucked him. He moaned and at that moment, I was more concerned with making him cum than enjoying my own satisfaction, but right before he hit the point of no return, he pulled out of my mouth and got off me long enough to flip me over onto my stomach. Twisting my arms like that hurt like hell, but I didn't care. I just needed him inside me.

  Finally, he shoved his hard, hot cock into my ass and I felt the sweet release of orgasm quickly approaching as Wade played with my clit. I tried holding off until I knew Wade was about to cum, but I couldn't wait any longer. My body shuddered and tightened as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I screamed out as I heard Wade moan in pleasure and felt his hot, thick cum shoot into my ass.

  When we were both finished, he pulled out and flopped down next to me. It took me a minute to catch my breath enough to speak, but once I was able to talk, Wade was softly snoring next to me. It didn't take me long to fall asleep next to him, even though my hands were still secured above my head.

  ***

  When Emma awoke, Wade was already awake and coming out of the bathroom, naked and wet, as he dried himself off while staring at her.

  “You think you could uncuff me, babe?” Emma smiled at him.

  “I will. But first, go ahead and ask.”

  Emma was confused, “Ask what?”

  “You’re not stupid, and neither am I. You’re a horror writer for Christ's sake! Surely you noticed the blood on those handcuffs.”

  “Well, I did, but…”

  “But what, Emma? Spit it out. You want to lecture me about getting drunk yesterday don’t you?”

  “No, babe, you know I wouldn’t lecture you. I was concerned. Of course I worry about you. You know that.”

  Wade climbed onto the bed and grabbed her by her knees, spreading her legs apart. “Why were you there, Emma?”

  Before Emma had a chance to answer though, he was inside her, deep and hard. Emma gasped in pain, but Wade didn’t move. He sat still with her legs over his shoulders and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Don’t worry, Emma, you don’t have to answer me. You won’t have to worry about your neighbor friend anymore, either. I took care of him.”

  “You took care of him? What do you mean?”

  “I mean he’s fucking dead,” Wade said matter-of-factly as he proceeded to fuck her. She was too frightened to say anything, and that was exactly what he wanted. Just as he was about to finish, Wade pulled out and shoved his cock in Emma’s mouth. He made her swallow every last drop before finally releasing her from the bed.

  “Get a shower, get dressed, and meet me downstairs. It’s time to talk.” He unlocked the handcuffs as he spoke.

  “Okay.” Emma stretched her arms and legs out as she realized that she was sore all over. She was looking forward to a shower, but not so much to whatever Wade wanted to talk about downstairs. She hoped she would get some answers, but Emma had a bad feeling that things were about to get much worse.

  Wade was on the porch, waiting for her. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking a soda, sitting on the steps, staring off into space. Emma sat down next to him and waited for him to speak.

  “You have the beginning of your story now.” He spoke calmly.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Mark. The neighbor. He was a fat, old, fucking pervert and now he’s a dead one. There’s the beginning of your story.”

  “About that, honey, what are you gonna do?”

  “I’m not going to do anything. He’s dead. His fat ass can sit there and rot. By the time anyone finds him, there’ll be nothing left. I’m not fucking worried about it, and you shouldn't be either.”

  “Okay. So, what’s next?”

  “Next, you get involved.”

  “I get involved?”

  “Well, you sure as hell can’t write about new experiences without actually having any new experiences.”

  “I guess you’re right. So, what did you have in mind?”

  “A home invasion. We’re gonna rob someone.”

  “What? Who?”

  “I don’t know who. We just pick somebody randomly.”

  Emma wasn’t happy with this idea at all but she found herself playing along anyway. “Okay. What do we do?”

  “We pick someone, find out where they live and we rob them. It's that simple.”

  “So, we’re not going to kill them, right?”

  Wade smiled at her. “No. Of course not, baby. The neighbor was an exception. He had to go. I do have an idea to make this even more interesting, though.”

  “What’s that?” Emma was afraid to ask.

  “Remember a long
time ago when we were talking about threesomes and shit? You said you’d like to see me fuck some other woman someday.”

  Emma blushed as the conversation came back to her. “Yeah, I remember.”

  “Well, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll find a woman for me to fuck, and you can watch it all, baby. Then we rob her, and you'll have ideas for your story.”

  “Who says whomever you pick is just going to let you fuck them?” Emma laughed.

  “Who says they’re gonna have a choice?” Wade smirked, and it was at that moment that Becky Stephenson jogged by in her tight exercise pants. Wade’s smirk turned into a full-on smile as he looked at Emma. “Looks like we found a winner. We’ll head out later tonight. I’m going back inside.”

  “Okay,” was all Emma said as she sat there a while longer, thinking about the picture in her boyfriend’s bag. Emma started to feel a little hatred for this Becky woman. She knew it was unfair, that this stranger had done nothing wrong. She knew that Becky was going to become an innocent victim and part of her was looking forward to it. Nobody was really innocent, Emma thought as she realized there was already blood on her hands. Her neighbor was dead, and that was all her fault, and it was only the beginning of whatever chaos was yet to come.

  ***

  Journal Entry 34

  As I write this, I am of two minds. On the one hand, I am scared to death, and on the other, I am more exhilarated than I've ever been.

  Wade confessed to killing the neighbor. You know, the old guy who borrowed our corkscrew? Yeah, him. He killed him yesterday, or at least that's what he told me. I don't know how or why, and he wouldn't tell me anything other than to say he was leaving his body in his house to rot. At the time, I did my best to hide my shock, but my heart was beating out of my chest. More on this later.

  After he confessed to killing the old guy, Wade came up with a plan to help me write a realistic horror story. It involved breaking into a neighbor's house and committing a robbery. At the time, I felt myself wondering who this man was, but again, I kept my thoughts to myself as he selected the woman who lived at the end of the street – the same woman whose picture Wade has in his bag. I know this woman, Becky something or other, isn't at fault here. She has no idea Wade is spying on her, and she does nothing to warrant the attention she receives. I say nothing, but she jogs around wearing those fucking yoga pants...but, I digress.

  His plan was simple: Wait until she goes home from her nightly jog and break in while she's in the shower. It sounded easy enough, but I tried playing devil's advocate, hoping he'd listen to the voice of reason. It didn't happen.

  “What if she doesn't live alone?”

  Wade was already getting annoyed. “She does.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I just know, Emma. Jesus, do you think I'd be suggesting we do this if I thought we'd have any problems? Just do as you're told and everything will be fine.”

  Looking back, I don't know why I agreed to go along with it. I mean, sure, the thought was exciting, but I sure as hell didn't want to go to jail, and if I'm being honest, I was more afraid of Wade than I was of getting caught.

  I thought of another question. “Do you know where she lives?”

  Wade looked at me with dead eyes. “At the end of the street. Look, this is what we're gonna do. She usually jogs by our house at around 7:20, right?”

  I nodded, even though I had no idea what time she jogs by.

  “She travels through the neighborhood, arriving back home at around 8:15. Most people will grab a glass of water after jogging and before heading to the shower, so I'm thinking that we should be able to get in at around 8:25. We go in, take a few things and get out before anyone knows we've been there.”

  Wade made it sound so easy. I couldn't argue with his logic and found myself going along with his plan without really thinking. I just hoped she didn't have an alarm system or we'd be finished. As it turned out, she didn't, or she had one that wasn't armed, because getting into her house was as easy as opening the front door.

  We walked in, Wade carrying his bag and me looking like a scared doe, not believing that we just walked into someone else's home. Who doesn't lock their doors in today's world? Anyway, we stood looking at the marble flooring in the foyer, and glancing up the stairs at where Wade was certain Becky would be. Climbing the stairs, my stomach threatened to empty itself all over this woman's house, and I was glad I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. We reached the top of the stairs, and Wade stopped. I assumed he was listening for the shower because he smiled as he took a left turn at the top of the stairs.

  Like the front door, the bathroom door was unlocked. Wade motioned for me to open it, and I turned the knob as he dug in his bag and produced our hammer. That was when I got scared. I didn't want him to kill again, and I certainly didn't want him to kill someone with me watching. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded, at least at that time.

  With the door open, Wade motioned me to stay outside the door while he went in. He walked slowly, trying not to attract the attention of the woman in the shower and when he got to the shower door, hit it as hard as he could with the hammer. The woman screamed, and unfortunately, so did I. It would have helped if he had told me what he was planning, but he didn't, so the noise caught me off guard. He looked at me over his shoulder and gave me the meanest look I've ever seen. Then he turned around and faced the woman who was cowering in the corner of the shower.

  Wade grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to the floor as I stood staring at him, not believing what I was seeing. He was scaring me and I wasn't the one he was after. I could only imagine how the woman felt. He pushed her down on all fours and motioned for me to enter the bathroom. He handed me the hammer as I approached, then did something I never thought I'd ever witness.

  He removed the belt from his pants and began smacking Becky's ass. In this journal, I'm completely honest, so I can't say watching her firm ass turn bright red wasn't a turn on, because it was. She cried out with every hit, and when Wade straightened up, I could make out a raging erection in his pants. He threw the belt down to the floor and unbuttoned his jeans. I was shocked and intrigued as I knew I was about to watch my boyfriend, the man I loved, fuck another woman. Maybe 'fuck' is the wrong word. I was about to watch Wade rape a woman.

  He quickly pulled his pants down past his hips, spit in his hand, and rubbed the liquid on his hard cock. He eased in behind Becky and without so much as a second thought, shoved his dick deep into her ass. She screamed out in pain and fell forward as he rocked his hips back and forth, his right hand pulling her hair and his left hand moving her hips in time with his thrusts.

  I'm not proud of this, but as I watched the scene unfold before me, I realized how wet I was getting. I moved a hand down, softly stroking my pussy through my clothes as I watched Wade pound this poor woman, and I wanted a piece of the action.

  “Wade,” I whispered.

  “What, babe? I'm gonna cum soon. What the fuck do you want?” He couldn't seem to catch his breath.

  “I want some,” was all I could manage. That was enough to make him stop.

  “Let me join in,” I said as I began removing my clothes. I couldn't help myself. My nipples were hard and I know he could see how wet I was when he looked at me.

  He pulled out of Becky and stroked his cock as he stared at me, smiling. I wanted to give him a show so I slowly inserted two fingers into my tight pussy. I began fucking myself as he watched. If I wasn't careful, I knew I would cum before I got a chance to play.

  “I've never been with a woman. I want to know what it's like.”

  Wade smiled. He was still holding onto Becky's hair. He let go and grabbed her shoulder, flipping her roughly onto her back. “Come here, baby.”

  I got on my knees and crawled over to him. He straddled the woman, sitting on her chest with his back to her face and using both hands, forced her legs open and held them there. “Do you wanna know what pussy tastes like?”

  I no
dded, but found I couldn't speak. My throat was dry and I was so horny, I knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge.

  Becky struggled and screamed as I lowered my face into her hot pussy, and soon all the fight had left her. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I knew what I liked, so I began flicking my tongue over her clit, and using my teeth to nibble softly. Her juices were a mixture of sweet and salty and I found I rather liked the taste. Becky began moaning as I pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could. As I tongue fucked her, I allowed my hand to wander back down to my own pussy where I fingered myself, enjoying the feeling of the impending orgasm. I moved my tongue in and out several times, loving the way the woman moaned beneath me and turned my attention back to her clit. I knew I was raping her, and I didn't fucking care. I was determined to make this bitch cum and in only a few seconds, her breathing increased as did my own, and I brought us both to a simultaneous orgasm.

  “Fuck,” was all Wade managed to say before climbing off the woman. I moved out of the way and he mounted her, fucking her pussy in long, fast strokes. He came inside her less than a minute later. Once he was finished, he leaned over and kissed me, long and deep, then told me to get dressed.

  Becky lay on the floor sobbing, not even trying to get up. “Please...let me go...”

  Wade laughed. “I'm sorry, Becky, but we can't do that.” He turned to look at me, “Hand me the hammer.”

  I did as I was told, wondering what he intended to do to her. He already told me he wouldn't kill her, so I expected him to use the hammer as a way to threaten her to keep her mouth shut. That's not what happened.

  Wade stood over the broken woman still lying on the bathroom floor. She had small cuts from the shower door glass, and she was sobbing quietly. “Okay, Becky. Here's what's gonna happen now. I told my girlfriend there that I wouldn't kill you, because that wouldn't be a nice thing to do. But since then, I've given it careful consideration, and I feel as though that decision might be a little flawed. You've seen us. I know you can place us, and I know our DNA is all over the place. I'm sorry, Becky. It's a shame to have to kill a gorgeous woman like you.”