Degenerate

by Havok, Rayne

  I crave what’s under that cover and it drives me crazy to be able to use it whenever I see fit. I waste no time inserting the pussy tube that had been drying since the night before and slipping my cock into the cavity, the warmth is there right away and the tight grip around my cock lessons some of the need.

  I spread her legs wide, fuck it until I’m dizzy and need to come. This time I pull out and spray come all over her full tits. She’ll be ready to fuck again sooner if I don’t have to clean the tube- insert each time. I remember my father possibly sharing the same idea in those videos from his safe deposit box. He had pulled out, too.

  Although there is really no need to worry about running out of holes, there are two others I could use as back- up. I almost have the energy to give one of those a go, as well, but I want to hold off for Cammie– pound that bitch into submission. I’m not the perfect boyfriend, but I do like to make sure she gets off when we fuck.

  I figure I’ll go out and see the town while I get some fucking food for this place, since my mother is most definitely not grocery shopping.

  I chuckle to myself, she’s not doing anything but being a fucking come receptacle, but that’s how I always thought of her. I can think back on those days where she was warping her young son, turning him into a deviant– a degenerate, she was so hungry for me, and now she can have her fill, I’ll feed her load after load of my nut.

  ***

  The grocery store, and everything in this town leading up to it, is exactly as I remember it, the same people walking the same streets, the same houses looking exactly the same. I’m feeling a little more nostalgic than I was when first arriving. It feels comfortable, like the hometown I grew up in– familiar. I think I like it.

  On the way home from the store I stop at my father’s– now my car dealership. The man behind the desk is Bill; he has been here since I was a kid and loved to come hang out with my father while he worked.

  He recognizes me right away. “Tyler! You’re looking great, a real man you’ve become.”

  “Thank you, Bill. You’re looking well; my father must have been treating you nicely.”

  “As always, the best man I knew.” He seems to become lost in the fond memories.

  “I’m just going to take a quick look around.” I’m not sure why I’ve come, feeling more and more like I belong here, maybe?

  “Will you be staying… taking over for your old man?” He seems hopeful.

  Like many in this town relying on one of the few jobs with benefits, working for a man who actually gave a shit about his employees. I’m sure he must be worried about losing his job if I were to sell the place, not knowing whether the buyer would keep everyone on board or hire a new crew, or simply start over and make it something completely different. The lot is prime real- estate, overlooking the most beautiful parts of the town, right off the highway; it gets a lot of drive by traffic.

  “I’m not sure enough to say quite yet.” I see the hope in his eyes die a little; he knows that I ran from here long ago. Maybe he assumes I’d still be in that frame of mind. Maybe I am. I feel almost sorry enough to say yes just to ease his tension, but I can’t– not until I’m sure.

  I wave to the familiar people I pass, a nice smile that says I’m here on business plastered to my face.

  My father’s office is the same– the man absolutely loved routine. I sit behind the desk for no real reason; I only want to see what it feels like, mostly. What it would be like to step into my father’s shoes and be the younger version of him in a career I only know enough about to skate by.

  I know I am capable enough to learn along the way before anyone would notice I don’t know a fucking thing about it. That eases my mind a little, although I’m not really so much stressed out about this leap as maybe anxiety- ridden about leaving the old life I built all by myself and trading it in for the life of my father. I don’t want anyone to think I couldn’t make it on my own. I could and I did it fucking well.

  I shuffle the papers sprawled across his desk, not finding anything amusing enough to focus on, I stand and head back out the way I came. “See you later, Bill. Got somethings I need to sort out. You will be the first to hear my decision.” I look him in the eyes and say it with feeling.

  I see relief in his eyes as I speak, he knows he will have a heads up about my choice before some head honcho waltzes in and starts barking orders.

  I think the whole way home about what life would be like living here. Maybe I could do it and even if I couldn’t hack it, I know I’d be able to leave with no issue and start over. I have done it before with far less resources.

  My house appears before I’m ready to be home, I sit in the driveway staring at the structure I have so many fond memories of and so many horrific things buried here that it repulses me almost equally. I’ll have to reflect on those the next few days to see if the good outweighs the bad– if I’d be able to erase the negativity from this house.

  Chapter Ten

  The day goes by slowly; waiting for Cammie to show up is taking forever. The girl is always in her own world, on her own time. The long drive has me impatient. I can’t wait too much longer to get my hands on her. I know some may think I’ve ruined my chances with her, but I’m a great manipulator and I’m confident in my ability to change her mind about me.

  I kill time reading my father’s notes again, I’m shocked that he has come up with this idea, let alone executed it perfectly. I’m proud of him for being more than just a business man, he has proven to be quite ingenious.

  It makes me wonder what I’d be capable of if I wanted something bad enough– if I put my mind to something like my father had, would I be smart enough to do it? I’d like to think so.

  Cammie’s text comes in; telling me she’s about an hour out still, her GPS is leading the way here. She’s so awful at directions, barely able to distinguish her left from her right.

  I decide to go to the basement, I don’t know when I’ll have another chance to get down there with Cammie here, and though I’m confident in my ability to fuck her the second she walks in, I know she won’t let me inside her ass, which is want I want right now.

  My cock is rock hard, a mind of its own driving me forward to the tight hole I’m thinking about. As I lube up my cock with the bottle my father has created to be used in conjunction with my mother’s body, I’m thinking of all the times she had me do this to her while she was alive.

  I slide into her back hole effortlessly, not having to worry about the pain it would be causing. I thrust deep inside, forcing my way into the deepest parts of her ass. It feels like I remember it feeling, tight and warm, the friction building my release, my balls tighten and I let myself fill the cavity with the pent up nut they have been carrying around.

  Fuck… I will never get enough of this thing. Best fucking invention ever. The feel of a real woman– her being one and all, coupled with the fact that she is silent and won’t deny me anything I’d think to do to her.

  I tuck her back under the sheet, flattening her limbs I pat her on her thigh, telling her ‘thank you for being such a good sport’, and am still chuckling as I lock up the basement again.

  I’m hardly done with the task when the doorbell rings. I must have been down there longer than I thought. I really get lost in that thing.

  “Tyler! I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you when I first heard the news about your dad, I feel awful that you have been dealing with this alone.” She kisses me hard and I let her.

  “It’s ok babe, you’re here now.” I squeeze her ass as she presses herself against me. If I hadn’t just come I would bend her the fuck over the couch and take her pussy hard, but I did, so it will have to wait.

  She’s grinding herself against me like she wants me to.

  Fucking idiot.

  Girls like her are so predictable, it almost makes me want to send her right out the door again, turn her around and get her the fuck out of here.

  I’d have more fun with Jamie than her, sh
e likes the way I fuck her and she’s not complicated. I huff and pull her up the stairs to my room; taking her bags with us, I set them on top of the comforter and leave her quickly to unpack so she doesn’t think I’ve brought her upstairs to fuck her.

  I know she should be hungry and I take the fresh groceries from around the kitchen and prepare a meal I’m sure she’ll be likely to finish– macaroni and cheese, it is practically the only thing she likes.

  I put a ground up pill in hers, step one in my father’s process, I have to empty her and the laxative should do the trick. I made the decision the second I saw her; I don’t want her like this anymore.

  She comes down just as I’m finishing up, I hand her a bowl and make one for myself. We eat in relative silence, my excitement keeping my thoughts elsewhere. I watch captivated as she takes bite after bite of her contaminated food.

  We start a television show and shortly after, she excuses herself, saying only that she has a stomachache.

  My cock throbs, waiting for her to be done; I can hardly keep my hands off it. Luckily, she comes back down awhile later interrupting my internal debate. She says she is too wiped- out to finish the program and wants to go to bed. I follow her up and lie next to her sleeping body, finally falling asleep myself hours later with the thoughts of what is to come in the morning swirling around my sleepy head.

  The morning comes quickly, I’m not very rested, Cammie spent most of the night in the bathroom. Step one should be done now, she couldn’t have had too much to get rid of– her small appetite can’t have her full of too much.

  She rolls over and wraps her arms around me, I follow suit and hug her for a few moments before saying we should get up. She seems disappointed but comes downstairs with me.

  I hand her a bottle of water and brew myself a single cup of coffee. I watch as she drinks until it’s gone. I don’t want her having too much more than that. I just need to make sure she is flushed out and then we can begin the next step, the one I’m more excited about than I thought I’d be.

  I didn’t know that this would be so much fun… the plotting and manipulating. She has no idea what’s in her future, and I can’t wait to see her in mine– lain out and spread wide– ready to take me. First step will be fucking her virgin asshole– primed and ready for me like my father did to his homemade sex doll.

  I ask her how she feels this morning.

  “I’m ok, I feel much better than last night… must have been all the stress I felt over leaving you alone over here.”

  “Well, you can make it up to me right now– if you want,” I say in the tone I’m sure she knows by now as the flirty- guy- who- wants- to- fuck.

  “Ok.” She licks her lips and I know she gets the message.

  “Come on.” I grab her hand and lead her to the couch; I really meant it when I said I wanted to fuck her bent over it. “Take your clothes off. Let me see you.”

  She does as she was told.

  Fuck she has such a tight little body, high, perky tits with nipples that make my mouth water. The gap between her thighs coupled with her meaty pussy makes it easy to see the lips from where I sit in front of her.

  I pull her over to me and spread her thighs wider, one on either side of my own naked thighs; I sit her down on top of me, pushing my fingers deep inside of her. I plunge my fingers into her like that until she’s clawing at me, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room.

  I pick her up by her armpits and push her down onto the couch, shoving her face into the cushion. She goes to make a noise of argument but bites her tongue, knowing she shouldn’t voice it right now, not with her feeling so bad about my dear ‘ol daddy passing and her leaving me to fend for myself.

  I take advantage of that, going a little rougher than I know I’m allowed. Even after her having a valid excuse to push me away– fuck, I practically raped her last time we fucked. But she stays where I put her, spreading her thighs wide enough to accommodate me. Her pink little asshole calling to me– that I’ll wait for though, I have proof that it will be better when we’re done here.

  I slip right into her wet hole, all the way in, my balls pressing right against her soft mound. I don’t fuck her yet though, instead I reach around to the front of her and work her clit like I know will have her lost in an orgasm in no time.

  She moans and fucks herself on my cock, I don’t help her, I just hold my pole in place for her pleasure. And, just like I knew would happen, her pussy tightens and convulses around my cock. That’s when I finally fuck her, I go hard and fast, pounding her until she can hardly hold herself up. I am shoving her body hard into the back of the couch, grunting hard– almost missing my moment and coming but I’m able to pull back in time to hold off my nut.

  I reach for my 2- inch chisel I had tucked into the cushion and align it with the base of her neck. She’s so lost in what I’m doing to her pussy that she has no idea what is happening right behind her back.

  Finding the exact area indicated by my father, I draw my arm back and thrust it hard into the spot, I feel right away that it has worked, her body goes limp, I keep fucking her until I’m done– which is only seconds later, the feel of her lifeless body under me practically forces the come from my balls.

  I recover quickly and drag her tiny body to the basement where I’m told to hang her upside down by her ankles. I feel for the spot on the neck to sever her jugular vein, which should pull the blood from her body. My father has the perfect set up– a drain in the floor under the ankle holster makes for easy clean up.

  That should take a while I’m told, so I go upstairs to shower the smears of blood covering my naked body.

  I can hardly wait to get back to the basement. I rush my shower and am back in no time, just a pair of boxers on.

  Epilogue

  The next few days I followed my father’s instructions to the letter, going between creating my very own fuck doll and making time with my father’s creation. I feel like I’ve never felt before, I’m exhilarated. I fucking love this, the two most perfect fucking specimens– mine to fuck when and how I want. There is no other way to explain it but to say I am content. That’s what I am right now, perfectly content.

  My father’s funeral went off without a hitch and I’m back in the basement now, finishing everything up with my little ‘Cammie’ doll, inserting her very own fuck tubes and sponging both bodies off for the day. She looks as good as my ‘mother’ doll.

  Not too bad for my first try.

  I told Bill at the shop that I’d be staying on and keeping everything as my father had set about doing. I gave him a promotion to general manager, knowing his knowledge will come in handy along the way.

  I redid the house, redecorating it to fit my style, gutting most of it to accommodate me. I absolutely love it here now; the town feels like home.

  They think my mother ran off with a new man, something my father had been telling them for a while now. It was an easy lie, the town knew my mother couldn’t keep her hands to herself, she fucked many of the men in town while still alive and ‘happy’ with my father. While keeping our activities a secret she still had a need for more.

  Fucking whore.

  There is a new woman in town, she caught my eye the first time I saw her in the shop, she came in looking to trade in her old car, fresh start and all, she had to upgrade her wheels. I think I’ll grab her and add her to my collection.

  My father may have been happy with just my mother, but I have a need for variety that hasn’t been quenched yet. Our first date is tonight. I guess we’ll see how it goes.

  The End

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