Butterface

by Press, Callie

  She turned and stared him in the eye. “Fine. I want you to make Butterface go away for good and stop hurtin folk. Can you do that?”

  “Well,” he said slowly. It was his turn to think and take a stalling sip of lemonade. “I do believe I can. Least for a while. If I was of a mind to, that is.”

  “What would you want me to do for it?” she said.

  He licked his dry, old lips and looked her lecherously up and down. “I’d want you to do considerable.”

  She raised an eyebrow in what she intended to be a seductive manner and let him ogle. She even moved her arms to the side so he could see her chest better. “Well I would be willin to do considerable, if’n it meant everybody was safe from her for good.”

  “Like I said,” he said with a big, rotten-toothed grin, “Speak plain, I’m a-listenin.”

  “Only today,” she said first.

  “What you mean?” he said.

  “I mean you don’t go a-pullin no tricks to get me to do things no other time. Whatever you want with me, you only get today. And…and tonight, I reckon. It’s done and paid for when I leave here. And I leave when I choose.” Her face was on fire.

  He chuckled. “Well then, all raht. Yer a smart little girl, Janie. Smarter than quite a few I could name. All raht, you stay til mornin’ and that’s a deal. G’wan then, any more?”

  “Til mornin, then. And nobody never finds out about this. It’s just between me and you, forever. When you die, you take it with you. Then I ain’t gotta ever think about you or this no more.”

  He nodded.

  “Say it,” she said. “You say all of it, out loud. I want your word to all of it.”

  “I’m a givin you my word when I agree, whether I say it or no,” he answered testily. “But ok, I’ll say it. Ain’t nobody never gonna hear bout it from me, it goes into the ground wi’me.”

  “And you make Butterface go away for good. You hear me? I want Tommy Joe and JimBob and ever other boy and man in this town safe from her forever.”

  “I cain’t promise they’ll be safe til tomorrow after I got my payment,” he said.

  “Now that ain’t good enough for me.” Her throat was getting hoarse again.

  “Now thank about it, I got ta talk with her first. Maybe even do some forceful thangs to make her go away, like I did when she got here.” He nodded, to himself, then continued softly, even gently. “Ah can do it, but ah ain’t got no idear what she’s-a gonna do in the meantime. You understand that?”

  She nodded, once, frowning, then took another scalding, soothing drink.

  “But I’ll tell ya this much. It’ll be a chore for me, and no mistake, but anybody who’s safe when we’re finished, they’ll be safe once’t I get done a-dealin with her. That good enough?”

  She nodded again.

  “So then. Plain talk, remember. What do I get outta you?” he asked.

  “Well. Like I said, considerable.”

  “Meanin?”

  “I’m a virgin. That counts for somethin, don’t it?”

  “Counts a lot, specially to Butterface, I reckon. And if you ain’t, then the, uh, the spells I got to do ain’t-a gonna work, so you’d best be tellin me true, girl. And don’t thank I won’t know it, nor her neither.”

  “Don’t you worry none bout that,” she said quietly. Fury was evident on her face.

  “Well then. I reckon you jist plan on stayin here til morning. You can help me with these tomaters, then I reckon I’ll have that virginity from ya. And all the rest of your young little body as well, you understand?”

  “I already told my folks I’ll be at Cindy Vargas’s all night. They won’t check, they hate her folks.”

  “I asked if you understand,” he said. “I’ma gonna enjoy alla you long as I’m able. And I’m a sight more able than you prob’ly reckon me. Is that the deal?”

  “You hold up your end with Butterface, and you let me go safe and sound in the morning, and you can do what you want to me til then. That’s the deal.”

  He stood up and spit in his palm, then held it over the table to her. She copied him and they shook on it.

  “Now less’n I ask you a question, alls I wanna hear is ‘yessir’ and ‘nosir’ til you leave. Shrug on outta that dress and bring that bushel-a tomaters in from the pantry.”

  She lifted the dress over her head and set it primly on the chair. “Yes sir,” she said. She felt his eyes on her black panties with every step she took as she obeyed him.

  Janie hadn’t expected to spend the entire afternoon helping in his kitchen, but she was handy at it and he put her to work. She was surprised to find that her state of undress, and his lecherous stares and gropes, became less disturbing and uncomfortable as the day wore on.

  It got to the point where, come dinner time, she was actually feeling a bit happy and hopeful, and some of his weak little jokes felt amusing. There was a feeling of camaraderie she never expected to exist with the ancient old man, and even a bit of pride in her body, which he complimented frequently. When she answered with a retort or anything other than ‘yessir’ or ‘nosir,’ his playful spanks (and the rare slap which turned into a quick squeeze)—even the big, rough hands groping her firm young breasts, which was an extremely uncomfortable experience at first—started to feel welcome, even exciting.

  Janie realized she liked being sexual, even without Tommy Joe. She was ashamed, but she was also starting to accept her inevitable deflowering as something positive. Maybe even something she could take a little actual pleasure in. Maybe he would be gentle enough for her to enjoy it and learn something about making love that she could take into her life with her future husband, as she struggled to redeem herself in the eyes of God.

  Maybe.

  Chapter 6

  JimBob. Wake up, JimBob

  “Huh?” he said, half-yawning and half-snorting as he sat bolt upright on the wretched sofa in the huntin’ cabin. He hadn’t done jack nor shit all day, but he had still gone to bed tired, even after loafing about in the woods and taking two naps after his dunk in the fishin’ hole. He had sat up much too quickly. His erection stabbed him in the diaphragm when he did it, hurting him in both spots so much that he groaned and said, “Sheeyit!”

  He couldn’t see past the couch. He put a leg down to stand up and it disappeared into a haze, electricity coursing through it painfully as if it was asleep, until he pulled it back into view and the circulation returned.

  “What’n the hayell?” he whispered to himself. His tentative hand had the same experience: disappearing and feeling nothing but shocking pain until he jerked it back into sight.

  “Ah’ll be damned,” he said.

  Yes. Yes you will. But you’ll enjoy it.

  “Who’s there?” he said, looking around, not realizing that the voice was only in his head.

  You know who I am.

  “Oh Lord, is it you? Butterface?”

  That’s one name I’ve been called. I’m not fond of it.

  “Oh.” He sat there, naked (how did ah get plum nekkid?) and erect, trying to get his sluggish mind moving. That was the best he could do.

  “Well, uh, Miss Butterface, how did ah get plum nekkid like ‘is?” he said.

  Stroke your big cock for me.

  Suddenly he could think of nothing else, so he started his normal slow stroke with a full palm grip, thumb up ahead of the rest of his hand. “OK.” He had a hard time focusing his eyes, like he hadn’t slept enough, or had slept too much. He spread his knees, but brought the left one back in when it started going numb—his addled wits already forgot about the hazy area around the couch to which he was limited.

  Miss Butterface? He thought.

  Yes? I’m here…

  “Am ah dumber than ah normally am?” he said.

  Yes, JimBob, a little…but it’s ok, I’m here with you…I’ll take care of everything. You just stroke. And DON’T COME until I TELL you to come.

  “I’l
l do mah best Ma’am,” he said. “Did you make me dumber already? Like Dumb Luther?”

  Oh no, dear…you’re still fully yourself…but I need to take your virginity. Do you mind?

  “I reckon ah ought to, if’n ah’m-a gonna end up like Bobby Joe or Dumb Luther,” he said.

  That’s a very intelligent thought for you, JimBob.

  “Thank you, ma’am.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “Oh Lord amighty, I reckon I’m-a gonna come here soon.”

  NO. WAIT.

  “Yup, thar it is,” he said, squirting several massive spurts of jizz all over his chest and belly, then leaking down over his palm and testicles. “Sorry bout that, I never can help it.”

  JimBob’s mind was blasted with an intangible wave of formless curses and epithets that left cosmic debris of anger in his thoughts, like stray leaves and loose papers following a passing dust devil.

  You have something wrong with you, JimBob. I’ve never seen an ape ejaculate as easily as you.

  “Ape?” he said. “I’m a man, I ain’t no ape.” He was still stroking, still mostly erect.

  Yes, one of the more semantic apes. The only ones here worth toying with for a moment. Though you are…wearying.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  Just keep stroking. And STOP EJACULATING.

  “Oh I’m done for a minute, fer shore. Where you at? What’s all this h’yere fog?”

  I’m not convinced your seed is worth this hassle, JimBob, and I’m eternal, so time is irrelevant. You are truly remarkable.

  “Why thanks, Ma’am,” he said. He was back to fully hard again. “I ain’t never had no girl say nothin like that to me afore, ‘cept Susie, and she don’t count none.”

  Oh, she would have counted, but you’re correct now. What’s that on your balls, JimBob?

  He looked down

  Oh mah Lord is that a big ol’ spider or

  (devil)

  Relax and keep stroking…it’s just me…

  “I thought you was built like a brick shithouse, that’s what I heard,” he said, breathing heavily and trying not to panic—even as he enjoyed the slight touches of the multiple hairy legs on his nuts when the spider stepped more heavily onto his testes. He slowed his stroking a bit.

  We can try that then

  The spider began to grow. Swelling and morphing into a humanoid body, the hair receding, the eyes shading themselves under a hanging mop of

  yellow

  black

  dark brown

  light brown…light brown with blonde highlights

  hair that tickled his hand, his crotch, his belly, as he saw her squatting over his thighs, just like Susie had gone and done yesterday (earlier, five loads ago) or whenever that was, only

  holy sheep shit lookit them big old titties, like Susie’s but she has them pale little nipples like ‘at girl in the dirty picture

  that he saw on Bobby Joe’s computer internet, the one that he…

  Her eyes were in the right place, but the closer he got the more they glowed a dull, angry reddish-yellow, the only thing he could make out under the shadow of her hair, and

  (don’t you DARE)

  “Oh mah Lord Miss Butterface,” JimBob said as he lost control and came again, even more forcefully.

  Just keep going don’t stop and don’t talk

  “Can’t help it!” he cried.

  I said don’t talk

  “I’ll try but I ain’t sure I can help it Miss Butterface.”

  (Stomach flipping falling spirals blood blue green)

  everything is fucked up

  what is this where am I going on why am I still excited oh Lord she ain’t gonna let me stop

  He felt something tickling his anus. The haze that had been surrounding the bed turned from a foggy white-gray to pale red, and what JimBob could see of her melded into the shade even as she morphed and grew and swelled to fill his vision. His hand seemed to move of its own accord as he wanked and tugged and masturbated his swollen erection, which was already getting sore.

  The red haze moved in

  You’re right, I’m not going to let you stop JimBob

  “Please lemme stop Miss Butterface, it’s a-hurtin like the Dickens and I’m a-gettin tired!”

  You don’t make it easy to get your seed, JimBob. I can’t help but think that your premature ejaculation is going to be the end of you. But that’s up to you, I suppose…

  Red red lips so deeply red, redder than the haze, redder than blood kiss his chin, his Adam’s apple, his left nipple, his right, his diaphragm, his belly button, his pelvis, marking as they go, his hand speeding up with each touch, and then the lips are on his…

  Everything spins, the world spins, worse than being drunk, worse than that time he fell in the well (worse than when he woke up with his cock in Susie’s mouth, worse than how his head was whirling when Bobby Joe was on top of him in the water…)

  Spin, spin…

  (How many times can one young man prematurely ejaculate? Let’s count and see what it takes before your heart gives out, shall we?)

  Spin… Spin spin…

  “No, please don’t, let me go and I won’t tell nobody nothing about this!”

  Oh but now I’m curious. I rarely find you apes curious. Don’t you know how special that makes you, JimBob?

  Spin

  oh shit that’s mah sister, Susie what the hell, why the hell did you stop, don’t listen to me keep going…

  spin…

  Heart racing, like I run a race, she wants my heart to give out, why can I feel her but I can’t see her

  Spin

  Bobby Joe what the hell, my God, God, oh shit that feels way too good, all that fat pecker is up in there now, Jesus Christ, oh my Lord, I’m a gonna bust again, shit

  spin spin shit I’m getting dizzy now what the fuck this needs to stop but I can’t

  (Of course you can’t stop, I’m not going to let you. In fact hurry up— your heart is moving at a good clip now and I want it to continue)

  “God damn it hurts!” he whined. “Just lemme stop!”

  (Keep going, keep going, keep going, look at me and keep going)

  His eyes had closed for some reason, so he obeyed and looked at her. At first he thought it was Susie on him, and then he felt himself engulfed, and just the thought made him close again. It was ridiculous, his heart galloping like a thoroughbred—he saw those hips, that hair, those big bare titties; not Susie’s, he knew how those looked all too well, they were just as nice though…

  No, much nicer, too nice, oh that’s tight, is that what it feels like? Sweet Jesus a‘mighty, if that’s what pussy’s like

  (You should have let Susie deflower you, yes? How excited are you to think about fucking your twin sister’s tight young pussy, you sad little ant? It’s time to be done. I finally have captured you before you lose control for the last time. Give me your seed, let yourself)

  JimBob’s heart burst in his chest before he could ejaculate, so he never heard the end of the concept in his weak, confused mind.

  After a strange moment of stillness where the ethereal form of a naked woman hovered over his lifeless body, staring at his face with what appeared to be curiosity, the multicolored haze gathered into a reddish ball. With no one to witness her thoughts, the fog then slowly faded away, dissipating into nothingness, taking the misty woman-shape with it almost as an afterthought.

  A cool breeze blew into the cabin over JimBob’s corpse.

  ~~~

  Old Pap looked on his handiwork and smiled. “Well now this is a wonnaful sight if I ever did see one,” he said, then chuckled. He stepped from the foot of the bed to one side of it, never taking his eyes off of Janie.

  She was on her back, spread eagle and obscenely naked, with her wrists and ankles each tied to a bedpost by blue nylon clothesline rope. Her panties were stuffed into her mouth. She was calm, but scared; he had told her briefly what he was go
ing to do, so she wasn’t terrified when he did it, but it didn’t remove that much of the fear. And it certainly removed none of the humiliation.

  But she knew what she was doing—she hoped, at least. Humiliation, a little pain, a little discomfort; she had chosen to be in this position, unlike so many women before her, and she knew she was doing a good thing in spite of the personal cost to herself and, she believed, her eternal soul. She was saving countless young men by getting rid of the very real threat that Butterface posed. It was worth her purity, especially since Tommy Joe was one of them she hoped to save. In fact, knowing that Butterface could be attempting to seduce her man right now just made her want the old pervert to get on with it and put his dirty old pecker in her so the deal could be done and over with.

  And, honestly, her vain, sinful side enjoyed how he leered at her and lusted for her body, a little bit. Not much. But she didn’t think it was too bad so far, even though he watched her undress, and made her pose in lewd ways, and had his dirty hands all over her bare buttocks and her breasts. He had even touched her private area for a moment in a way that surprised her, almost like the few times she let Tommy touch her there—Old Pap, too, had been unexpectedly gentle, and his confident, soft stroking had sent chills up her arms and down her back and deep inside of her. Janie had almost felt disappointed when he stopped after just a few seconds.

  “Yer shore one fine looking girl, Janie Anderson,” Old Pap said. He put his callused hand on the firm young breast that was nearest him and massaged it in his fingers. “They say more’n a mouthful’s a waste, but they’s a bunch a fools, heh heh.”

  Janie looked at him with a raised eyebrow and mumbled something incoherent at him, calmly, but persistent. He sighed and said, “Awraht, awraht, what now?” as he pulled her panties out of her mouth.

  “You ain’t gotta tie me up like this, honest, Old Pap,” Janie said. “I’m the one came to you, remember? I’m gonna keep my end of the bargain, don’t you worry about that none. Them ropes is chafin something awful already, can’t you just loosen em?”

  “Naw, now y’gotta trust me, I know what I’m a-doin. I thank after how today was, you know ah’ll be as gentle as ah can. Thang is, that ain’t too much, and yer about t’see why.”