Fertile Fields

by Tim Miller

  “It’s ok man,” Manuel said.

  “How noble of you. That makes me wonder. You two are good pals. I’ve never tried this before.” Eli walked over to a table and picked up a gun off the table, and then a hammer. He walked to the center of the room and dropped the hammer on the floor. Holding the gun in the other hand, he ordered Leon to untie them both.

  “I thought we could play a game,” Eli said. There is the hammer. One of you is going to kill the other with the hammer. The one who lives is free to go. On your mark, get set, go!”

  Chapter 12

  When Donald finally finished violating her, he shoved her backe as she rolled to the corner and pulled her feet up against her chest. Hugging her knees to herself. Before today she had never been so much as assaulted, in her life. One guy had tried to get pushy with her years ago, but she kicked his ass. No one had messed with her since. She was a tough girl and always took pride in her physical strength and fighting abilities.

  Never before, had she been so over powered and outmatched in such a way. She couldn’t begin to describe how sickening and humiliating it was.

  “Oh come on now,” Donald said as he fastened his pants. “You act like I tried to kill you or something. Just gave you some good dick. Figured you could use it.” He looked over at Karen who was staring at him through the cage. “What the fuck are you looking at? You want some too? I think I have some left for you, but we can go to the rough stuff for you if you want to stare me down.”

  She looked away as he backed out of the cage and closed the door. There was scream from the cage behind her. This from the pregnant girl who had been asleep up until a few seconds ago.

  “The baby is coming! The baby is coming!” she screamed. Donald and the other man ran around and into her cage. Julia couldn’t see what was going on around them, but heard her huffing and puffing as Donald kept saying, “Come on and push. Give it a good push!”

  The woman screamed several more times, as Donald kept yelling.

  “Push! Push! Push!”

  The woman screamed again which was finally followed by a baby screaming. Donald cut the cord with a knife and stood up holding a baby covered in afterbirth. The other man handed him a towel and he wrapped the baby while whipping it off. She could see from the cage it was a little girl. Something was wrong though. The baby had a cleft palate.

  “Goddammit,” Donald said. “This is the second one she had with a cleft palate. Ugly ass kids.”

  “What do you want me to do?” the other man said.

  “Hold it,” Donald said as he handed the baby girl to the man. The man took the baby as Donald walked into the cage.

  “My baby! I want to hold my baby!” the woman cried. Donald drew his hunting knife and slit the woman’s throat in one slash. Julia screamed as blood gushed and squirted from the girl’s neck as her body twitched before going still. Julia held her hands over her mouth to stifle any further screams. Donald grabbed the baby and they walked to a bench on the catwalk in front of the cages. The baby was screaming like crazy. Julia wished she could at least hold her and comfort her.

  Donald lay the baby onto the bench and lopped its head off with the knife in one clean swipe. The baby went silent as Julia immediately fell forward and threw up. She heaved and lurched as what little food remained in her stomach came up. This could not be real, and there was no way she could be seeing what she was, but it was all too real.

  “Take this and the mom to the butcher shop,” Donald said as he handed the other man the baby’s lifeless body. He was holding the infant’s head in his other hand as if it were a grapefruit. Once the man was gone, Donald walked back over to Julia’s cage and opened the door.

  “Quite a sight, huh?” he said.

  “You’re fucking sick,” she said. He was holding his knife and tossing the baby’s head up and down.

  “Yeah you would say that, but have no idea. You come here with your shiny cameras and your smart phones thinking you know it all. You don’t know shit and you’re no better than anyone else.” He took his knife and began cutting into the top of the severed head, and peeled away chunks of bloody flesh, cartilage, and what little skull there was.

  “See? A baby’s skull is very soft. You can just cut right into it,” he said as he dug into the head with his knife and pulled out a chunk of brain. Holding it up for a second, he ate it right off the knife. “Another thing about an infant, especially a newborn like this one. They’ve not taken in any part of their world yet; so, their meat has no impurities, very few if any toxins. They are the purest.”

  He dug in and took another bite. “I see that face you’re making like I’m so disgusting. Many ancient cultures believed by eating another person’s brains you were taking in their soul. Others believe eating a child’s brain was the key to eternal youth. I, on the other hand, simply like the way it tastes.” He dug out several more bites as Julia looked on in horror.

  “Now that girl back there, we gave her two chances. Both babies were born deformed. That tells us that the Goddess has cursed her for some reason. We thought the first might be a fluke, so we tried it again. Yet, she birthed another deformed one, so she had to go. Notice I didn’t cause her any extra pain. I made it nice and quick. Problem is, we are down a breeder. Luckily we got you and your little girlfriend.”

  “You don’t fucking touch her,” Julia said.

  “Too late. We’ll see which of you gives us a better offspring. Give us a couple girls and we’ll have more breeders. Some healthy boys, and we’ll have kids to help out with chores, in the fields and other duties. Give us fucked up ones like this kid. Well, he’ll be a snack and you’ll be on the butcher’s table. Give us a few good ones and maybe convert to our way of life, you might just get out of that cage in one piece.”

  He scraped his knife through the baby skull, digging out the rest of the child’s brains as if he were scooping out the last of the ice cream and licked his knife clean. Once he was done, he tossed the empty head at Julia who dove clear out of its way. It rolled and stopped near her foot, the child’s lifeless eyes staring up at nothing.

  “You think about it. Gonna have one of our boys pay you a visit. He’s a handsome fella so you just might have some fun.” Donald said as he closed the cage and walked away.

  Chapter 13

  Two Weeks Later

  Bronson had been moved to his own room in the past week. If that is what you wanted to call it. Instead of tied to a post, hands were tied to a set of pulleys stretching his arms out to the sides just over his head. He didn’t know if Manuel or the girls were still alive at all. He just hung there each day and occasionally, Leon would come in and ass rape him for hours on end. He hadn’t seen Leon in the last day or two and hoped to continue that streak.

  He lost the feelings in his hands within hours after being moved. His toes barely touched the ground. Eli came by a couple times a day to feed him, however he tried to resist eating. The food was left-over guts and waste product from whatever humans they had just butchered. After a week, he couldn’t help himself though. He was so ravenous, he ate the whole thing. Eli laughed as he spoon-fed him the bloody gruel.

  Bronson had even licked the spoon clean. One fun thing Eli liked to do was parade their latest victim around in front of him. It was usually a kid. Most of them were boys who couldn’t shoulder the work in the fields or whatever other hard labor they had them do. The last one had to be around thirteen years old. The boy came in with just a pair of shorts on and his hands tied behind his back.

  The boy’s expression was empty as he kept his eyes to the ground. Eli walked the boy right in front of Bronson and forced him to his knees. He then placed a large bucket in front of the boy and angled his head just over the bucket before slicing the boy’s throat. Each time, the kids would gurgle and twitch before their bodies shut down. Bronson wondered how much they actually felt before they died, or if it was just all in their nervous response.

  He also wondered when it would be his turn. He cou
ldn’t imagine they were just going to keep his crew and himself alive indefinitely just for the fun of it; for all he knew, the rest were dead and he’d resigned himself to his own death. At this point, anything would be a relief over his constant torcher. On top of his physical suffering was his own humiliation. Due to the constant ass rape, his bowels had let loose days before. Whenever he’d eat, within an hour it would all exit his body on its own accord; essentially, he had lost all bowel control. He found it odd that of all the suffering he’d been through, that his biggest horror was the humiliation, but there it was.

  The door burst open and Eli came walking in. At least he didn’t have another kid with him.

  “Good evening sunshine,” Eli said. “How are you today?”

  Bronson just stared at the floor. He didn’t even want to look at the guy.

  “That good, huh? Well we have a surprise for you today. You’re being set free.”

  At first, Bronson didn’t think he’d heard him right.

  “What?”

  “You’re being set free. I’m going to untie you and walk you out.”

  Eli reached up and cut the cords loose on each of Branson’s hands. He fell to the ground, unable to hold himself up.

  “Well come on. I’m not carrying you out.”

  Bronson struggled to get his legs beneath him. After weeks of not bearing any weight, they were shaky at best. Finally he pulled himself up and stumbled to the door way. Eli walked behind him and let him out the door. They walked through the kitchen and into the main barn where Eli got to the door.

  “What about my clothes?” Bronson said, since he was still naked.

  “Clothes? I said you were free to go. I said nothing about clothes. Now go, before I change my mind.”

  Eli pulled the door open as Bronson stepped outside. It was nighttime, which wasn’t obvious from inside the barn since his room had spotlights on all day and night. The air was warm and muggy as Eli slammed the door shut behind him. He began stumbling away from the barn. His first thought was to look for his friends, but he was so tired and weak, he decided to head for the road.

  He got about fifty yard from the barn when dozens of torches lighted up the darkness ahead of him. Holding the torches was what Bronson assumed were church members. It was hard to tell since they were all naked and wearing plain white masks. They had torches in one hand and long knives in the other.

  “Goddess be praised!” One of them called out. “You have offered us this sacrifice.”

  “What the fuck?” Bronson mumbled. The group was at least twenty or thirty yards in front of him.

  “We shall honor you, our sweet Goddess, by purifying this sacrifice!” The man said as he raised his blade while the rest of the mob cheered and began charging at Bronson.

  Whatever shakiness was previously in his legs was now gone as he turned and he took off in a dead run in the opposite direction. So much for getting to the road.”

  He ignored the pain in his feet as he ran across rocks and stones, heading to the trail that led up the hill. Upon breaking the hillcrest, regret over the choice to scale the hill began to take hold. The top of the hill is where they were having their bonfire and orgy ritual that first night, obviously they wanted him to go this way.

  He turned off the trail and through the rocks and brush. Sharp rocks tore at the bottom of his feet as sticks and twigs ripped through his face and body as he ran. Behind him, he heard the mob, though he hoped to gain some ground on them this way and double back to the road. Once he was further into the woods, he stopped to catch his breath; he didn’t dare to look at the bottom of his feet. It seemed the mob was far enough behind him, as he had not heard them in some time.

  As far as he could tell, he needed to go to his right. It was dark, but the moon was full giving him some decent illumination. Once he caught his breath, he shifted to his right and began working his way down the hill. Though, in this terrain, the hill felt much steeper going down. He reached the bottom as the trees opened up to a clearing. As he stepped out into the clearing, he realized he was back behind the barn. Working his way around, he could hear the mob still up the hill. Thankfully, they’d lost sight of him.

  From the barn, it was almost two hundred yards from there to the next cabin. The rest was all in the open. Looking around, he wanted to make sure it was clear before he made a run for it. He counted to three in his head and took off, even though his run was more of a slow limp. His legs were on fire and his feet were almost numb from the pain.

  He was barely a quarter way there when he heard the mob screaming. They’d seen him. As he looked behind, they were charging him and closing in fast. He tried to move faster but his body had reached its limit. His strides got shorter and shorter as his legs grew heavier and heavier. Soon it felt like he was running in quicksand as he heard their footsteps behind him, getting closer and closing in.

  Finally, his legs gave out entirely. He tumbled face first into the grass and slid on his chest for several feet. Rocks poked and cut him as he slid. When he came to a top, they were already on him, grabbing his arms and pulling him to his feet. The man who had spoken earlier came walking up, looking him up and down. The man had on nothing but the mask. The crowd seemed eager to cut him down right there.

  “Not here!” he called out. “This is a worthy sacrifice. To the altar!” He yelled as they crowd grabbed Branson’s arms and legs, lifting him into air. They carried him toward the trail and up the hill. They already had the bonfire going as they carried him to a large post lying on the ground and lay him on top of it. As they bound him to the pole using metal chains, he looked up to the full moon and hoped, if there were a Goddess, she’d take him quickly.

  Chapter 14

  Sheri sat in her cage as Donald returned with food. This time he brought her a hot meal on a plate. This was eggs, sausage and toast. Her strategy had been to go along with things and hopefully they wouldn’t hurt her; so far, it had been working. Instead of resisting or arguing with Donald, she offered to blow him. He was a bit surprised by the offer and didn’t turn her down. Even though she was a lesbian, she had dated guys when she was younger. She knew how to give a blow job and she gave Donald one for the ages.

  He liked it so much he came back later for another. Within a few days, he told her he wanted to have sex with her. One of the girls next to her had told her the way he’d raped Julia. So, she decided to save herself the beating and she didn’t fight. She went along with it as if she were into him. She kissed him, gave him head and she’d almost climaxed a couple of times. None of it turned her on at all, but during sex her body did its own thing.

  “Hey girl. Here’s the food I promised you,” he said as he sat the tray down in front of her, which included a can of soda. She had no idea where he got that clear out in the middle of nowhere, but she wasn’t going to complain.

  “Cunt,” the girl in the cage to her right said. Sheri ignored her and began eating. She didn’t know the woman’s name. Since day one, the girl had been giving her shit.

  The food tasted so good as she scarfed down each bite. Donald stood over her watching. She finished the last of the eggs and washed it down with the soda. Once she finished, Donald was already removing his shirt and undoing his pants. She got the hint and pulled her t-shirt off revealing her naked body. He walked over to her as she got on her knees and went to work on his hard cock.

  After blowing him until he was rock hard, she got on all fours as he slid in behind her, thrusting her from behind. This time he didn’t last very long. In barely a minute, he was ejaculating deep inside her. She wondered if he’d planned on getting her pregnant. For some reason he made the other girls have sex with one of the boys from the cages down below. She’d only had to have sex with him. Once he was done, Donald sat back as his dick dangled between his legs.

  “Damn girl,” he said. “You sure got some great pussy. It’s a shame you been wasting it on girls. But not anymore.” He stood and pulled his pants on, then his shirt and shoes.
“Get dressed. I want to show you something.”

  Sheri wasn’t sure what that meant. In the past few weeks, all she’d seen was the inside of that cage. Donald had never been violent or abusive to her. If anything, she figured the other girls got what they deserved. Every time he showed up, some of them would scream or fight. One tried to scratch him all to hell. If they just went along with it and maybe tried to be a little nice, Donald was very nice. Nice for being a guy keeping them in cages anyway. She pulled her t-shirt back on, her only article of clothing. What could he want to show her?

  “I’m not in trouble am I?” her stomach tightened up as he helped her to her feet. The only girls who left their cages never came back. Sheri was positive they weren’t headed back home.

  “Trouble? No! Nothing like that. Come on. You’ll like this.”

  She followed him past the catwalk and past the row of cages. It was hard to avoid the death stares she was getting from the other girls. She didn’t see Julia in her cage since she was unconscious from her last session with Donald. They reached the stairs and walked down to the main floor where the boys were locked in row-after-row of cages. She could hear some crying and some screaming. From her cage, she could hear them too, but down here, it was much worse. It was like being at a dog pound but with kids.

  He opened a door and they set foot outside. It was hot and sunny outside. The sun felt so hot, she thought it was going to burn through her skin.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “Right here.” He walked her to a Range Rover where she got in the passenger seat. They drove across the huge field back toward the compound. He pulled up in front of one of the cabins and walked her inside.

  “This is my cabin. You’ll be staying with me now. As long as you behave.”

  Was he serious? She looked around the inside. It wasn’t a five star hotel, but compared to the cage it was The Hilton. His cabin had actual beds, a kitchenette and a generator that produced electricity for the air conditioning. He also had a bathroom and shower.