Sick Bastards (18 page)

PART TWENTY

Before

To the House

Foggy eyesight prevented me from seeing who was man-handling me into what felt to be some kind of transport. They were putting a seat belt on me and trying to get my head to stay back but, despite my own efforts to keep it level too, it kept slumping forward as though the muscles in my neck were mush.

I heard a voice which I didn’t recognise. Female.

“This one is starting to wake up! Who has the tranquiliser?”

Another unrecognised voice answered, “It’s back in the van, I’ll go and get it.”

I tried to speak but felt myself dribble instead.

The female voice continued, “Be quick or else we’ll have to terminate this subject and go in with the three. How are the others?”

“Sleeping peacefully,” said another (male) voice, “the father should be waking up within the next twenty minutes, or so. Long enough for us to get them into position.”

I was trying to make sense of what was being said around me but couldn’t. I heard the words but they meant nothing to my confused brain. I’d felt as though I’d been hit by a sledgehammer or a bus. A throbbing in my head, arms and legs which refused to work and eyesight which refused to focus upon anything despite my best efforts and concentration.

The original female voice was still moaning, “I said we needed a double dosage to be safe. Didn’t I say that? The amount of money it has cost to get them to this level and for what? For it to be ruined just because we didn’t get the dosage right!”

A male voice told her, “Everything will be fine.”

“Well it’d better be because I’m not taking the fall if we have to terminate it here.”

“It won’t come to that!”

Someone was approaching from my right. Or was it my left? I couldn’t tell. Everything sounded as though I was underwater. Wishy washy.

“Here!”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp stabbing in my neck before a weird sensation of a cold fluid spreading through my body at the source of the injection(?).

Eyes heavy. Voices becoming more distant.

Blackness.

* * * * *

Now

It wasn’t long before I was speeding along through the woodlands, sticking to the roads to ensure I didn’t miss the house. I couldn’t help but think how easy the journey had been. I half expected to find the zone’s entrance guarded by people with guns but it wasn’t. It was just a gate system which was easily operated with the touch of a button. Two large, solid gates opened and then closed again as soon as your wheels passed over a pad on the other side.

Admittedly, I hadn’t seen a way of operating the gates from this side of the wall but that wasn’t important. There’d be other ways across just as there had been earlier, when I got across. Worst case scenario, we’d go over that way again.

My head was still pounding from whatever the main cause of the pounding was but it wasn’t bothering me as much as it once was. Not now I’m heading back to my family (not my family) with the news that the world hasn’t ended. Not now that I’m heading back to them the hero. The hero I had so desperately wanted to be the first time I’d left the property as opposed to what I did return to them as (a murderer).

My mind flashed back to the mist of blood which spurted from the man’s head when I removed the axe. My thoughts turning to my teeth ripping through the flesh we had cut from his body. My imagination causing my mouth to water at the mere hint of flesh. I shook the thoughts from my head and tried to concentrate on how Mother and Father would feel when I told them the good news about the world and that I know of a way out.

Everything will be alright.

Mother was behind me, in my mind, reaching around stroking my genitals as I pushed my foot down harder on the accelerator. In the real world, as I was driving, I felt a twitch from below. Ignore it. Besides - it’s not a bad thing...What Mother and I did.  Nor was it bad that I lay with sister. They aren’t family. It’s perfectly natural. The rude thoughts were quick to be replaced by my mind. Replaced with images of what I had done to the technician back in the cabin. The killing. The feasting.

Damn you
, I thought as I shook the thoughts from my mind once more.

Nearly home. I must be nearly home. Not my home - I don’t live here. I don’t. I live...I live...I couldn’t find my previous house in the various confused thoughts buzzing through my mind. My mind was too clouded with feasting, fucking and killing. What’s wrong with me? Nothing. Nothing that is my fault anyway.

Everything will be fine when I get Mother, Father and Sister and we all get out of here. Back to the real world. Back to our families...

But how can we go back to them when we can’t remember who they are? Will these thoughts ever come back to us or will we forever be plagued with reminders of the atrocities that we had done when we were living together as a family? These thoughts - the bad ones - are they so easily forgotten when we do return to the
normal
life or are these things you can never forget? I suspect the latter.

I slammed the brakes on and the car skidded to a halt in the middle of the road.

* * * * *

My Possible Future

Despite returning to our own families when we returned to the ‘real world’, Father, Mother, Sister and I had all vowed to stay in touch. We shared a common bond (the experience we went through) and it was good, sometimes, to get together and talk about the days gone by. After all, we couldn’t forget them. They were impossible to forget. Ill thoughts which just fuelled unpleasant nightmares, disturbing our sleeps. We felt it was a good thing - to meet up and talk about them once a month, maybe a couple of times a month, depending on whether we could fit it into our schedules.

It was as though talking about it with the people who went through the same experience helped to cleanse our souls and temporarily rid ourselves from any demons who were lingering in our minds. Not sure why it worked like that - it just did.

It also meant we could continue
seeing
each other.

Some of the worst times of my life had been with these three strangers, who I still considered family, and yet some of the best times of my life had been with them too. Today was one of them as I lay back on my large, comfortable bed with both Carmen and Kelly working the shaft of my penis. One with her mouth and the other with her tongue and hand.

I couldn’t have been happier when I received the text from Brian saying he wasn’t going to make it today but he hoped that we’d have a good ‘meet’. As soon as I read the text to the girls, I instantly knew what it meant.

Kelly, still expertly using her tongue on my scrotum, re-positioned herself until she was sitting on my face. I couldn’t help but remember the first time she did this. The day I believed her to be my real mother. When she sat on my face then, grinding her cunt against my mouth, I felt sick to my stomach as her juices smeared over my face. Now it’s different though. Now I can’t get enough of her taste and actively try and pull her down upon my face by holding her by the waist and pushing downwards. Even if she wants to get off - she’d have to struggle against my grip - not that she ever did.

I pulled my tongue out of her sweet tasting pussy and pulled myself up the bed a little so that I could lick at her arse-hole. Not something I had ever done before - that I could remember - and not sure why I felt the urge to do it this time but, as soon as I pushed in with my tongue, I knew it had been a shrewd move and - within seconds - I felt the familiar and pleasant tingling of an orgasm brewing.

I pulled out and muffled through with, “I’m going to cum!” and with that I did. The most powerful orgasm I had felt for as long as I could remember shot from me. Carmen - good girl that she is - caught it all in her mouth and must have expertly swallowed for I didn’t feel any of it splash anywhere on my naked body.

Kelly moved from my face, as soon as my hands fell dead to the side of my body. She stopped licking at my testicles and started to passionately kiss Carmen on the mouth. I couldn’t help but watch with fascination as they swapped my semen from one mouth to the other - both girls seemingly unable to get enough of it.

I hope they don’t want to kiss me afterwards.

Both girls moved away from my body, giving me room to move and sit up. Kelly lay on her back as Carmen kissed her way down her body until her face was buried between Kelly’s easily spread legs. Kelly sighed with pleasure as Carmen began to flick her tongue against her clitoris.

I’d have loved to have stayed and watched but I couldn’t. Not whilst dinner was cooking slowly in the oven. It had already been in there for about four hours and I was sure it would be almost ready. I jumped off the bed and walked through my small flat until I got to the kitchen.

I stepped over part of the body of the new postman who had been knocking on my door with a parcel earlier that day and opened the door to the oven. Inside was the rest of the postman. The aroma that spilled from within made my senses dance and mouth water.

Kelly was screaming through the flat with a body-shuddering orgasm and I couldn’t help but think she’d be doing the same again later when her mouth wraps around this piece of succulent meat.

The size of the postman - I just
knew
he’d make for a tasty meal.

I closed the oven door. Another ten minutes or so, I reckon.

Long enough to give Carmen the orgasm she is owed.

I walked back through to the bedroom. Kelly’s face was already between Carmen’s legs, Carmen’s hands holding her head in place. She was grinding against her. Carmen is clearly being taken care of and I couldn’t help but stare at Kelly’s naked ass sticking up in the air.

I licked my lips and moved in for a closer taste.

PART TWENTY-ONE

Now

My Family

I opened the car door and threw up onto the road outside. I paused a moment, unsure of whether more sick was to follow. Only when I was completely satisfied there was no more did I close the door again. I sat up in the driver’s seat. I didn’t know what the future was going to hold for us but the one my mind painted...It proved to me that there isn’t a place in society for people like us. Not now. The government made sure of that.

Besides - my idea of a future may be different to how Father, Mother and Sister would picture it, if they were to get back to the real world. If they knew the truth of what happened to us, they may not want to see each other again. They may even have the strength to kill themselves.

Given the dark path they took in the house though, I’m sure they wouldn’t. I’m sure they’d carry on living just as they are now. Unable to break the evil habits. Unable to fit back into a
normal
society.

For all of us - the damage is done and it’s only now that I realise what needs to be done. There is only one way we’re going to be going back now. I’m not even sad about it either. If anything, I want it. Because it is for the best.

I slipped the car into first gear again and resumed the journey down the winding road with thoughts ranging from a corrupt future, in the real world, to the taste of flesh and the feeling of being inside sister. The most prominent thought, though, being what I was going to tell my family and how they would receive me, given Father’s feelings towards me as I left the house.

It wasn’t long before the house came into my line of sight. Nestled there, in a small opening, surrounded by trees either side of it. It looked so picturesque there. The perfect country escape. The perfect hideout. My heart beat faster at the anticipation of seeing my family once more; excitement and fear (still worrying about Father’s reaction to what I have to say to him).

I beeped the horn as the car rolled to a stop outside of the home. I could see Father standing in the dining room window - watching out. He didn’t look pleased to see me. He mouthed something, though I’m not sure what. I was thankful when Mother and Sister appeared at the window, next to him. Thankful to see them and thankful he hadn’t killed either of them yet because he was feeling peckish.

Sister disappeared from sight. Seconds later the front door opened and she came running down towards the car with a grin on her face and her arms outstretched. Father was shouting for her, to turn around no doubt, but she didn’t hear him just as I didn’t either.

I climbed from the car and welcomed Sister’s embrace.

“I was so worried about you!” she exclaimed as we hugged. I smiled. “What happened? Whose is the car? How far did you get? What did you see?” So many questions.

“I need to speak to Father,” I told her.

She didn’t need to go and get Father. He was already standing in the doorway, looking down to where I was standing next to ‘my’ car.

“Well, well...Look who it is.”

The thoughts I had, as I was driving home, on how best to fix this flashed through my mind again;
I realise what needs to be done. There is only one way we’re going to be going back now. I’m not even sad about it either. If anything, I want it. Because it is for the best.

And the way back to normal starts with an apology.

“I’m sorry!” I told him.

He took a step back, clearly shocked by what I said.

“What?”

“You’re right, Father; you were always right and I should have listened to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t. I’m sorry that I turned my back on you, Mother and Sister. It was wrong of me. I’m sorry.”

Mother appeared at the doorway too, a smile on her face as she heard what I said. Sister was smiling too. The only one who wasn’t smiling was Father.

“There’s nothing out there, Father...” I continued. And I meant it too. There is nothing out there. Not for us. I realised it as I was driving back to them with the truth of what happened. Even if they believed me - where would they go? Where would
we
go? We’re monsters now and there’d be no room for beasts such as us out there. Not in the real world. There is nothing out there. Nothing at all. And if it weren’t for each other, we’d be alone. “I found a camp but it was destroyed. Bodies everywhere. There’s nothing out there but carnage and chaos. Please - let me come home...Let me back into the family.” I was practically begging.

Father still wasn’t saying anything. He looked to Sister. He looked to Mother. They both seemed pleased to see me. They both seemed to want me back in their lives. Both of them accepting of my apology. Father looked to me. Without a word he simply nodded and stepped to the side, keeping the door held open with his hand. Sister gave a little jump for joy and ran on into the house, ahead of me. I smiled and turned back to the road from where I’d just come...

...There’s nothing out there for us.

I turned back to Father and nodded a thank you in his direction.

This is where people like us belong. Tucked out of the way from the real world where we can do minimum harm and, more importantly to us, where we can live in ignorant bliss from the heavy guilt of what we had done to survive. What we had become. The journey here made me realise that ignorance was indeed bliss. I didn’t want to see their faces, even after what they had become, when they realised it was all for nothing. I struggled with it enough myself. I couldn’t inflict that on anyone else. Especially Sister. I only hope that, when I start drinking the water once more, I’ll soon start forgetting the truths I’d discovered.

I’m not sure how this story ends. The government might continue running the experiment from beyond the wall, as soon as they send more people in to run the camp, or they may send in armies to terminate the program. There’s a good chance they could simply turn their back on us too - knowing that everything this side of the wall will eventually starve to death as no more prisoners will be coming by. And then, of course, there’s the chance that Father’s smile is nothing more than a smoke screen to his true intentions and tonight, the night I go to lay with my sister, will be my last for I could wake, exhausted, bound to the dining room table. Father’s knife at my throat.

I stepped into the house and joined my family.

Father closed the door.

The End