Shadow Puppets: Scarecrows of Minnow Ranch

by Carver Pike

  Kneeling next to him, her face to the wall, she closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled his manly scent, savoring the fact that behind her body lay the man she was about to ride. She’d had to leave the power of his embrace in order to work her panties down both legs. His fingers traced the roundness of her ass. Such a simple gesture made her juices run down her leg. She was so wet for him.

  Anders suddenly grabbed Dawn’s right thigh where he squeezed the muscle and pulled her back to him, leading her leg over his lap so she was straddling him but with her ass toward his face. She looked down right at the tip of his dick and wondered what she had done to receive such a blessing. Then she was blessed again as she felt her asshole stretched out and her pussy opened wide. Then warmth.

  Warmth and penetration. Short…slow…soft…

  Ohhh. Ohhh shit. Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck.

  Anders steadily increased the speed at which his tongue entered her and the depth at which it dove. He fucked her gentlemanlike with his mouth, kissing and caressing the lips of her pussy as his tongue dipped in and spread wide, lapping at her lips, fondling her folds.

  She had only been in a sixty-nine position once, when Patrick was drunk and wanted to give it a try. It turned into a blowjob with his lazy ass resting on the pillow the whole time. This was different. She hadn’t even begun to do her part of the six because Anders was so fucking incredible at the nine.

  Selfishly, she sat back hard against his face, loving the feel of his nose pressed against her ass as his thumbs spread her pussy wider, so wide that her skin stretched and it stung. A sweet sting. A sting she wanted more of. His tongue worked wonders at her clit, swishing it around, caressing it with kindness and then slapping into it with punishment. She didn’t know whether to scream or pass out or smile or…

  “Ohhh fuck!” she cried out.

  He’d done something. She didn’t know what it was but his tongue or maybe his tooth or whatever the fuck it was pushed her clit just right and her knees jerked, squeezing his ribs, and the scream erupted from her throat. Then he did it again.

  “Anders! Fuuuuck!”

  She didn’t mean to hug his cock. It wasn’t her intention, but at the moment she needed a friend and with her hand planted firmly around its base, it was a natural reaction to lower her head and lean against it as if ready to tell it her deepest secrets.

  With her lower half in complete ecstasy, she found her mouth opening and working around his shaft, not from the top down, but from the side, taking him in her mouth the way a horse bites a bit, only without teeth. She lashed out at the bottom of his cock with her tongue, licking the vein, loving every second of it.

  She lost herself in the moment and went to work. With one hand she reached up and twirled her own hair around in her left hand, balling it up in her fist and holding it back and she raised her face, tucked her teeth behind her lips, and slid her mouth down over the head of his cock. His pre-cum was salty but she didn’t mind. She wanted to taste more of it.

  What she didn’t like was his silence. He was too much of a fucking gentleman. She wanted him to slap her ass, to pull her hair, to call her a whore or something.

  Okay, not a whore. That’s too much. But if he’d yell something hot about my pussy being his…that…yes, that would be great.

  He didn’t. He was silent, only grunting and sighing and moaning. But the grunting, sighing, and moaning all took place at her pussy and each slight noise he made reverberated through her pussy, tickling her insides, playing with her nerves, and she had to fight back the urge to giggle.

  If she giggled she’d choke. Any abnormal word or sound might get caught in her throat as she did her best to take his huge cock in her mouth. The corners of her mouth hurt from stretching over his head, his plump, pulsing head. She couldn’t wait to feel the walls of her pussy stretch and take him inside. She needed him.

  “You’re mine now,” she heard him whisper from the bottom before plunging his tongue back inside her and circling her pussy, swiping at her opening and scooping at her from her clit up to her taint.

  He hit the spot again and her whole body jerked. She nearly bit him as she fought back a wave of euphoria. Then he hit it again and she unexpectedly rose up on her toes, pulling her pussy away from his mouth. He gripped her ass and yanked her back down where she slammed her lips against his face and his tongue went right back to work.

  He hit the spot again and she twitched. Again…she jerked…again…her legs spasmed. She was going to come.

  “I’m gonna come!” she yelled as she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud lip smack.

  “Yes!” he said, commanding it from her.

  On his order, she lifted up on her toes again but didn’t get far as her ass cheeks were held firmly in his clutches. He squeezed her flesh, digging his fingernails in, and clamped his mouth down on her clit, flicking at it just right until she couldn’t handle it anymore. Cum spurted from her pussy, dampening his chin. She could feel her wetness on his face as he continued to dig into her, working her through it, not letting up for even a second as he continued to drain every ounce of energy she had left in her body.

  “Oh, God!” she yelled. “I can’t anymore. You have to let me go. I just can’t!”

  “I will not,” he said as he dug his face into her harder, licking her with a fury that brought on what had to be a second orgasm.

  Dawn had never come more than once so she wasn’t sure if it was still the first one or if she was in fact going through a whole other orgasm. It didn’t matter. She scratched at his thighs and went crazy, coming on his face as she shoved her own mouth down on his cock and drove up and down, squeezing his balls in her hand as she tried so hard to make him join her in ecstasy.

  It was of no use.

  She was spent. She tried to blow him but she didn’t feel the same motivation as before. She had nothing left to give. Instead, she lay her head down next to his cock and held it there in her grasp, stroking it with her thumb.

  “I love your taste,” Anders said as he lifted her off him.

  She collapsed onto the bed and before she knew it, she’d passed out.

  Chapter 3

  Anders was gone when she awoke the next morning. The sun blazed through the curtainless window and washed over her naked body. Her head throbbed and she woke with cotton mouth and that hung over feeling she used to get when she was a young college student. She hadn’t felt like that in ages. She hadn’t drunk enough to feel that way.

  She didn’t think she’d drunk enough last night.

  She looked down at the warm glow of her body. She was completely naked and her head was still at the foot of the bed. She’d actually passed out. She hadn’t even woken up to use the bathroom or straighten herself out or cover herself up.

  An ache between her legs reminded her of the night before. Dawn wondered how long Anders had stuck around. Had he slept with her at all? Had he sat up and watched her sleep? She rolled over onto her back and searched for her panties. Her pussy felt weird. It hurt. Not the normal post-sex ache…hell, she hadn’t even had sex. His mouth had done a number on her.

  When she felt between her legs she jumped up, startled. Something dry was caked on her. She wondered if cum could dry up like that. When she rolled to the side and looked down she saw that the sheet was covered in blood.

  Dawn rolled out of bed and looked down at herself. She squatted and did her best to look between her legs. Blood was caked all around her. What had he done to her? Was he so good that he’d sucked blood and cartilage out of her pussy? If she wasn’t so scared she might’ve laughed at the thought, but the threat was real. He’d done something to her.

  An hour later, Dawn had showered, had cleaned herself off, and had stripped the sheets off her bed. She’d checked herself the best she could while in the shower but had found no real damage. She was slightly tender, which she knew was normal after a good pounding. She remembered being sore after every sexual romp with Patrick.

  Dawn tried to do som
e chores around the house. She dusted the living room, cleaned up the kitchen, and even raked up some leaves in the front yard. She couldn’t shake the thought of Anders. She wanted him again. She hoped he’d stop by that night so they could finish what they’d started last night before she’d so rudely passed out. She at least wanted to apologize for leaving him high and dry. She wondered if she’d given him blue balls.

  Later that afternoon, she decided to go out to the barn and see what exactly was in there. The day was cloudier than the one before and she had the sudden concern that a tornado might pick up and destroy her newly discovered freedom in her utopia on the Nebraskan yellow sea. One storm could whisk it all away. So far, only purple skies threatened to darken into a dirtier shade of grey. The wind kicked up cool around her, blowing through the stalks, sounding like a hundred plastic grocery bags being loaded with food.

  Dawn wondered what Anders was doing. How did he spend his days? She imagined he was somewhere fixing an engine or tightening lug nuts or eating pussy. No, she needed to push that last thought far from her mind. He was hers, at least he was last night, and she could only hope they’d continue their new relationship.

  Was it even a relationship? What was it? Two desperate souls in need of some purging she supposed.

  The wind opened the barn door and slammed it shut. It was this loud racket that yanked her out of her thoughts of hopeless romance.

  The door creaked on its inward swing, croaked on the way out, and crashed as it rammed home in the doorframe. Then it repeated the operation, over and over again until she finally reached it and caught the door with an open palm, nicking her hand in the process.

  “Son of a bitch,” she cried, instantly bringing her hand up to her mouth to suck one finger.

  She pulled back her finger and pinched it with her other hand, searching for the splinter.

  Ohhh splinters so fucking suck.

  She’d once had one so deep into her finger that she had to pick at it with tweezers for three days before it somehow disappeared and then there was this time…

  What the hell is that?

  Beyond her finger she caught sight of the splintered spot on the door, barely above chest height, and the dark brown, nearly black stain that had spotted all the way down on its way to the ground where it had turned to dust mixed in with the dirt and hay debris.

  It triggered a memory.

  She looked up at the barn door, towering high above her little head. She’d always been afraid of the barn. Mama told her to stay far away. Sometimes late at night, from her bedroom window, she could hear the sounds coming from in there. Her mom screamed often, but not the scared kind of scream. She wasn’t sure what kind of scream it was but she never feared for her mom’s life or anything. It almost sounded like Mama was happy.

  This time, Mama wasn’t in there. She was somewhere in the house, probably in the kitchen preparing dinner. Daisy was watching TV, her favorite cartoon, and one that Dawn hated. It was so stupid. All baby talk with animals doing silly things. Dawn wasn’t into such kiddie stuff.

  So, instead, she decided to disobey Mama and see what all the fuss was about in the barn. It was quiet in there. Not like in the evenings. The ranch was always quiet during the day, especially since Papa got rid of all the cows and horses. The chickens were still a bit noisy but that was about it.

  Finally, after considering backing out and returning to her sister in the living room, Dawn pushed through the barn door and stepped into the dark room. The door creaked open and she held onto it, not yet committed enough to walk all the way in. She didn’t want to scream like Mama, not even if it didn’t sound so scary. Dawn didn’t want to scream at all.

  The ceiling was so high and the ladder leading up to the loft seemed to stretch on forever. It was so dark in the room. Something moved at the back of the barn, sliding across the floor, like the sound her sister’s shoes always made in a game of hopscotch.

  She didn’t realize she’d let go of the barn door.

  SLAM!

  She screamed, not at all like Mama, but caught herself and covered her mouth with her hand. If Mama found her sneaking around the barn she’d be locked in her room again. Mama did that sometimes when Dawn or Daisy misbehaved. Papa wasn’t around much. He spent most of his time with his buddies in the bar or watching “the game” or working. Mama said he worked too much.

  Dawn didn’t want to be locked in her room. Sometimes she got hungry in there and she couldn’t get Mama to open the door and give her any food. Mama locked them in there sometimes for no reason at all so she knew if she got caught in the barn she might spend the rest of her life in there. A lifetime in her boring room would be disastrous.

  Dawn opened the barn door and stood silent for a moment, waiting to hear if Mama was calling her. She needed to make sure she hadn’t heard her scream. When she was satisfied that her secret was safe, she calmly closed the door and flipped on the light switch.

  Even with the light on it was too dark. Dawn didn’t like the dark. Bad things happened in the dark. Papa gave Mama a black eye one time in the dark. And a bloody nose. Dawn didn’t want either of those things so she made sure she stood directly under the spotlight shining faintly from overhead.

  SCRAPE…SLIDE.

  Dawn froze. Someone or some…thing was in there with her.

  SCRAPE…SLIDE.

  “Hello?” Dawn asked. “Is anyone in here?”

  No answer.

  “Papa? Are you home early?”

  Papa might hurt Mama in the dark but he never hurt Dawn or her sister. Never.

  More silence.

  Then came a strange sound that could only be described as someone dropping one die on a table and letting it bounce a few times before dropping the next. The crackling-like sound was one she’d heard before but she couldn’t remember where.

  She wanted to run. She wanted to hide. More than anything else, she just wanted to get out of the barn and back to the safety of her living room and the whimsical cartoon her sister was watching.

  The door behind her creaked open and then slammed shut.

  She twitched in her spot, too afraid to turn around and look behind her. The door creaked again and the wind howled and the door slammed.

  Finally, Dawn peered over her shoulder and saw the door firmly in the closed position. Then it opened and slammed. The wind. Or was it? Her overactive imagination kicked in and she thought of the clown at last year’s circus. The scary one who tried so hard to be funny with his pasty white face and big painted on smile. He hadn’t fooled anyone, least of all Dawn.

  It suddenly occurred to her where she’d heard the sound of the dice falling and now, in her head, it sounded nothing like silly game pieces but possibly like bones snapping and crackling. The same sound she heard in her bedroom the last time Mama locked her in. The light bulb had gone out and the door was locked. Mama wouldn’t answer when she’d pounded. No one would come to her rescue and Daisy was too afraid to come out from under her covers. The thin fabric barrier somehow made her feel safer. To Dawn, it was just a blindfold preventing her from seeing impending doom.

  Instead, she’d continued banging on the door, and then finally turned to the window, lifted it, and belted out her mother’s name, hoping she might hear her over her loud screams and moans.

  Then she’d heard the sound in the closet. The snapping of bones as the door slid open a few inches. Red eyes glowed from within. She’d sworn it later when Mama finally let her out. She’d promised she wasn’t lying when Papa came home and asked what was wrong.

  Red eyes. They watched her. Then the door opened a foot or two and the eyes got closer while the crackling got louder.

  She’d cowered under their stare and ran, screaming to her sister’s bed where she joined her under the blanket and hugged her sister tightly.

  The scraping sound of something dragging across the bedroom made her pee herself. And the crackling continued, closer and closer until all the noise stopped, and she could imagine s
omething was standing next to the bed, looking down at her, watching from no more than a couple inches away.

  Her sister cried and she did too.

  They woke the next morning, the bed wet from Dawn’s pee, and their mother standing over their bed, yelling at them for the mess they’d made. The room was in complete disarray.

  Now, standing in the barn, she was afraid she’d look back at the door and see the red eyes glowing from within the doorway. Why had she even entered the barn? Mama had warned her not to. Dawn was afraid of everything lately so why would she do something so stupid? Dawn knew she had a problem with remembering things that bothered her. She forgot things all the time. Like she’d forgotten that night in the bedroom until she heard the sound here in the barn with her.