Fertile Fields

by Tim Miller

  “What’s wrong sport?” the big blonde haired man said. “Not what you thought you’d find in here?”

  “I had no idea what was in here, and sure as hell wasn’t this. What the fuck is wrong with you people? What is this?”

  “This is our life force and our future. I don’t expect you to understand.”

  “Yeah. You got that right. You’re sick motherfuckers.”

  The man took the gun and pistol whipped Bronson along the temple. He saw stars as the gun cracked against his head, knocking him to the ground. Bronson’s head throbbed as he worked his way up to his knees while blondie stood over him.

  “You think you’re better than us? You have no fucking idea what we are about here city boy. So, you might want to watch your mouth.”

  “Yeah,” Bronson said as he stood.

  “Come on. In here.” They walked through a back room that opened into a huge kitchen. Though as they walked through, it looked more like a butcher shop from hell. There were chains hanging all over with carved up human torsos dangling from them. There were several steel benches with workers carving up limbs and other various body parts. Bronson wanted to throw up at the sight of it.

  “What’s wrong sport?” Blondie said. “You thinking back to those great meals we served you earlier? Good sausage huh?”

  At that, Bronson dropped to his knees and threw up until his stomach was dry heaving. The smell of his own vomit made him even sicker as he heaved and wretched until he couldn’t go anymore. Blondie pulled him back to his feet.

  “Oh come on now. Until you saw this, you thought our food was great. No different than what you people do to animals. You just don’t see the actual slaughter.”

  “You raise these kids here like cattle?” Bronson asked.

  “No,” Blondie said. “I wouldn’t say that. We worship the goddess of fertility. She in turn provides us with children. The children provide us with more children, which provides us with new and growing membership, workers, breeders, and as you see, food.”

  Bronson couldn’t even process what the blonde man was saying. Breeders? Food? Members? What?

  “You see, city boy. The human race is entirely self-sustaining. When left to pure Darwinism, it truly is survival of the fittest. We have children here, the ones who are less than perfect are used for food and sacrifices. We’ll raise them to early adulthood so there is plenty of meat. Some we eat young. The meat is much tenderer in a toddler than a teenager, just not much of it. Kind of like eating crabs. A lot of work for very little reward. The ones who are healthy become adults and join our community and help with gardening, building and even leadership positions.”

  “Girls serve even more purposes. Ones who are fertile and healthy become breeders. We had one young lady who gave us twelve healthy boys in twelve years before she died. Then, she provided us with a great feast. She is highly revered in our church. What every woman should aspire to. She was only thirty years old. I bet in your whole life you will never have that much meaning.”

  Bronson didn’t even know what to say. By now they had reached a door in the back of the butcher shop of horrors. This door opened into the room holding Manuel. He was slumped against the post and passed out. Bronson’s eyes went wide as blondie struck him again with the pistol. There were two other men in the room with Manuel. One of them was Eli. Once Bronson hit the floor he heard Eli’s voice.

  “Strip him and tie him,” Eli said.

  The big men grabbed Bronson and despite his weak attempt at struggles, they ripped and cut his clothing off him and bound his hands behind his back across another post. Manuel was across the room from him, but still not moving.

  “Is he ok?” Bronson asked.

  “He’ll live,” Eli said. Eli no longer looked like the dorky little man from earlier. He’d removed his hat and had a perpetual sneer that wasn’t visible earlier.

  “Where are the girls?”

  “Oh, the lesbians? They will be taken good care of. Don’t you worry.”

  “I told him what we do here,” Blondie said.

  “Well thank you Leon. By the barf smell on him, I take it he didn’t handle it so well?”

  “To say the least,” Leon said.

  “Typical. It’s ok. He’s about to get his first lesson.” Eli walked to another door and pulled it open. “Hey, Jackie, could you come in here please?”

  A woman came walking who stopped and smiled when she saw Bronson. She looked to be in her fifties or older, her skin was dry and wrinkly and her smile revealed she was missing almost all of her front teeth.

  “Damn, he looks good!” she said.

  “I knew you’d like him. He’s all yours honey.”

  “You are too kind, Eli.” She said as she removed her shirt revealing a pair of saggy boobs that reminded Bronson of a pair of large raisins. She took off her shorts and walked over to Bronson who tried to move away, but he couldn’t move at all. Leaning in, Jackie licked his ear as she began stroking his cock. From close up, he could see her complexion was worse than it looked from further away. Her face was riddled with pock marks with a large mole sticking up from her upper lip.

  “You got a nice dick honey,” she said.

  Closing his eyes, he tried to think of something else, but his body betrayed him as his cock grew hard at her touch. She leaned in and began kissing him on the mouth, he could taste her mole as she pressed her lips onto his mouth, shoving her tongue as far into his mouth as she could while massaging his erection.

  Finally she pulled away and knelt down, taking him into her mouth. He didn’t want to like it, but it felt good; her lack of teeth seemed to work to her favor. Her mouth sucked the tip of his cock as she massaged his balls, occasionally licking his shaft at its length before sucking again. After a couple minutes he was coming close to climaxing.

  “Wow Jackie! Work your magic! He loves it!” Eli called out.

  She stood and bent over in front of him still massaging his cock. She rubbed it against her pussy which he tried not to look at. Her labia hung several inches down and her ass was covered in acne. He closed his eyes as she slid him inside of her. The inside of her pussy was tight and dry as she worked herself back and forth bouncing off his cock. He wished she would just go away but he was helpless to her whims. He especially wished his mind could control his dick and just force it to go limp, but that wasn’t happening. His body responded to her every touch, even though he was repulsed.

  “Come on baby,” she said as she grind her hips against him. “Gimme that cum. Give it to me honey.” She grounded harder and faster as he tried to hold it in, not wanting to blow his load inside her. Finally he gave up, relaxed and let himself go as he ejaculated inside her. She let out a moan as she cried out. “Yes! Shit! Yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!” slamming into him until his cock stopped erupting. She stepped away and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Thanks lover, that was hot,” she said as she got dressed and walked out. Eli stood there with a big grin on his face.

  “See we’re not that bad. I bet you thought we were gonna kill you. Instead you got yourself one fine piece of ass. I think she likes you so she’ll probably be back for more.”

  Leon walked behind Bronson and untied his hands from the post and dragged him over to the wall. He ran the wire that bound Bronson’s hands through a couple metal loops in the wall and tied it tight. Bronson was now facing the wall, but partially bent over. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but didn’t really care. In his time, Bronson had had many regrettable sexual encounters, but never had he felt so dirty and violated like he did with Jackie. All he wanted to do was run far, far away from her and this place, but it didn’t look like that would happen.

  He looked behind him to see Leon removing his clothes. As the tall blonde man pulled his pants down, he slapped Bronson on the ass.

  “Hang on sport,” Leon said. “It’s my turn.”

  Chapter 10

  Julia woke up inside a large cage. She looked around but didn�
�t see Sheri anywhere, but there were other cages next to her with other women. She recognized one of the girls as one of the missing women they were looking for. Her head throbbed from the blow she took earlier, but it wasn’t too horrible. From the looks of the building, she assumed she was in the barn they’d been wondering about. There was no sign of Bronson.

  “Hey, sorry they got you guys. Are you with the Mexican guy?” the girl in the cage next to her said.

  “Who?” Julia asked.

  “The Mexican guy with the camera. He snuck in here last night. I told him to get out, but they got him first.”

  “Fuck. Manuel. Yeah, we’re part of a film crew they invited here.”

  “Yeah. I don’t think anyone is going to see your movie.”

  “I’m Julia.”

  “Hey. I’m Karen.”

  “Karen Giles?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Your mom contacted us. My boss Bronson. That’s why we’re here to find you.”

  “Yeah. How is my mom?”

  “She’s fine. She’s worried sick for you.”

  “I know. I was so stupid.”

  “How did you end up here?”

  Karen wiped a tear from her eye as she looked around. The only clothing she had on was a loose tank top. She was rail thin as the top barely hung on to her tiny shoulders.

  “I didn’t want to be in college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do but that wasn’t for me. I met a girl online and we talked and she told me about this place. She said it was like heaven on earth. Sexual freedom was celebrated, everyone took care of each other and smoked weed and shared everything.”

  “That does sound great,” Julia said.

  “Yeah it does. So the lady had me meet her, her name was Denise, if that is even her real name. We met a few times for coffee then finally made plans for me to come out here. I left my mom a note and left for here with Denise. For the first few weeks it was great. Yet, the sexual freedom part was kinda strange. Most the men here, when I got here, were older, like in their fifties. They made me have sex with them and it was just bizarre. It was like fucking my dad. I don’t like older guys. Some of the other new girls did. Jennifer preferred older guys. So I guess she liked it ok. Then, there was the rituals. Where we all get naked and worship the goddess. I didn’t mind that part. I’m kind of a hippy, I go skinny dipping and like being naked.”

  “But then they brought in the kids. It was a big sex ritual, but they wanted me to have sex with a twelve year old boy. It was just so wrong. I’m not sure why, other than the fact they said his seed was more pure. They wanted me to get pregnant by this kid. So I told them no. At first they were ok with it, but then got more forceful. Finally, a bunch of them held me down while the boy raped me. After that, they brought me in here and locked me up. I guess the other girls protested too and now here we all are.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Julia said.

  “I know. Now I just sit here all day. They bring food and occasionally one of the boys to have sex with. Thing is, they keep the boys in cages downstairs. I’m not sure why, but the ones they brought to me don’t even look like they’re enjoying it. It’s all so mechanical. A lot of times the guards or whoever rapes me too. I’m pretty much just a fucking hole in a cage now. At least until I get pregnant.”

  “We have to get you out of here.”

  “How? We’re locked in cages that are locked inside this barn. They got people watching everything. There is no getting out. Just do what they say or else they’ll really hurt you.”

  Just then footsteps approached as a couple of men appeared. Both were in their sixties, though one of them was rugged and leathery looking. He was the one who opened the cage and stepped inside.

  “Well hello there. I’m Donald. They told me there was a new girl here, so I figured this would be a good chance to get acquainted. The other man stood outside the cage with his arms crossed. Julia had slid to the back of the cage not knowing what he was going to do.”

  “Now, don’t worry there honey. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You just need to suck my dick,” he said as he slid his pants down exposing a shriveled and uncircumcised penis.”

  “No way,” Julia said.

  “Now come on. You make it sound like you have a choice. Get over here. It won’t hurt you. Hell, you might even enjoy it.”

  She got on all fours and lunged at him, knocking Donald off balance as she raced by him and through the cage door. All she had to do was beat the second man, but she was too slow. He caught her just as she got outside the cage and punched her in the side of the face, knocking her to the ground. Her mouth filled with blood as her lip exploded over her teeth. She lie on the ground dazed as the second man dragged her up by the hair.

  “Back in ya go.”

  “She don’t want to suck, that’s fine,” Donald said as he took her by the hair and forced her onto her stomach. She wanted to kick and fight, but the punch knocked her almost senseless. She was starting to get her bearings back when she felt him shove his penis inside her. In her mind, she was screaming and fighting with all she had. Her body, however just lie there as he held her down thrusting her repeatedly. All she could do was close her eyes and wait for it to be over.

  Chapter 11

  Manuel woke up to the sound of screaming. Once his vision cleared, he saw Leon pounding away on Bronson’s ass. Manuel had gotten the same treatment earlier. He wasn’t positive but it felt like his asshole had ripped open. It was still throbbing even after they knocked him out. His little adventure had put them all in danger. He had no idea it would be this bad.

  “Leave him alone!” Manuel yelled. “Get off him!”

  Eli looked over at him and then wandered his direction until he was standing feet in front of Manuel.

  “Man, just let them go. They won’t say anything. Take the cameras. You can keep me here even. Just leave them go,” Manuel said. Eli laughed before slamming his knee into Manuel’s exposed testicles. Manuel felt the blow clear in his throat as he doubled over, but unable to move to protect himself as Eli blasted him again in the nuts. Manuel heaved trying to get his breath, but all he could do was make rasping sounds.

  “Maybe you should shut your mouth,” Eli said. “We tried to be nice to you. Nice time is over. Now it’s playtime. You know what is funny? The Prophet said he had faith in you guys. That he felt by Bronson’s letter that you all were sincere. So, I made him a bet. I bet him if you broke any of the rules, he’d hand you over to me and my crew. Sure enough, here you are.”

  “Aren’t you clever,” Manuel said.

  “I think so.”

  Manuel was trying to avoid the sight just behind Eli of Leon anally raping Bronson. As if the visual wasn’t bad enough, there was the slapping sounds coupled with Leon’s moaning and Bronson’s painful grunting.

  “Leon is like a machine you know. Maybe I’ll turn him loose on your lesbians next. See how they do with a nice fat dick.”

  “Why do you want to hurt us? Why even invite us out here if you didn’t want us to know what you were up to? You were clearly getting away with it.”

  “The Prophet seemed to think it was time the outside world knew who we are and accepted us. He hoped it would be a step to the world accepting our whole way of life. I told him that would never happen. I think he’s been isolated far too long. You guys are proof of that. Within hours after you left if we let you, I have no doubt state police and helicopters would be showing up. No thank you.”

  He walked over to the wall and picked up one of the cattle prods and walked back over to Manuel.

  “I hope you know we are going to kill you. I mean, that’s a given right?”

  “So get it over with then,” Manuel spat.

  “Oh soon enough,” Eli said as he pressed the cattle prod into his nuts and sent several waves of electricity though his scrotum and then the rest of his body. Manuel twitched and gyrated as Eli laughed watching his suffering. After a minute he stopped and pulled the prod back. Manuel heaved and gasped
trying to get his breath as the pain slowly subsided. Leon was mercifully finishing up as he climaxed inside Bronson’s ass. While he felt bad seeing Bronson go through that, he was just glad it wasn’t him.

  Eli came walking toward him again, this time holding an ice pick. He grabbed Manuel’s penis and held it up as he teased his urethra with the point of the pick. Shards of pain shot through him with each poke.

  “I bet you’re wondering if we’re a bunch of fags aren’t you? Anal rape and playing with your nuts. Now, I’m about to shove this ice pick right up your dick hole. I mean, I’d be asking the same thing. What’s wrong with these guys? They just like to play with dicks and buttholes. I’ll admit, it’s a legitimate gripe, but let me tell you, there is a reason we like to fuck with your genitalia. We are a fertility religion. We are all about the sex. The greatest pleasure you experience in life is done through the use of your genitals. Conversely, the most painful and humiliating things you can ever experience is through the abuse of your genitals. Once, we have marked someone for death and humiliation, its ass rape and genital mutilation time. So, you probably already know, but this is going to hurt like hell.”

  Eli grabbed Manuel’s shaft and thrust the ice pick all the way into his dick hole. Manuel screamed as pain shot through him like fire. He thrashed and struggled against his bindings as Eli twisted and jerked the ice pick around like a joy stick. He finally withdrew it as Manuel stopped screaming.

  “How was that? Was that too much?” Eli asked.

  “Please! Please stop! Please! Just kill me! You can kill me, just do it, please!” Manuel begged.

  “Sorry buddy. Not quite done yet. We’re just getting started really. Got lots more pain to put you through before we can end it.”

  “Fuck you, you fucking freaks!” Bronson yelled from behind.

  “Well! He speaks!” Eli said as he turned around. “Go ahead and hang him back up Leon. I’ll get to him in a few.”

  “I’m sorry Manuel!” Bronson called out. “I’m sorry I got us into this.”