The Devil’s Nightmare By been there ©May 2004 Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff 18. Time to get even. . . They plotted their return with guidelines to gain the utmost effect and exact their revenge. Each conjured apparel for the trip that revealed much of their charms, flattered their earthly bodies and still so left much to the imagination. The day arrived of their departure, they timed it carefully because as warned their time was limited to several short hours. One of the concessions wrested from the old man was the ability to make time slower than reality. Thus each hour would seemed like three to the ones effected. Tall and his gang of cohorts barreled down the highway, recklessly weaving in and out of the traffic that didn’t give way to their progress. They abandoned empty liqueur bottles and other trash with little regard for the feelings of others who might travel the road or the damage they caused. If some fellow driver objected, the bikers would dispatch one of their own to finalize the argument, completely. The trail of devastation wasn’t hard to follow. Away from sight behind the next rise, Truly and Carlotta waited, poised for the beginning. As the lights of the headlamps struck the creatures floating above the roadway surface, on wings of transparent gauze, the screech of brakes and metal‚ slewing‚ out of control was the only sound of the night. Some were killed outright, with the screams still in their throat, some injured in degrees but Tommy was the one who bounced to his feet, dazed and thinking his guardian angels had hovered over him. Little did he know it wasn’t an angel, but a illusion they were able to conjure. The gang loyalty was such that those who were able were helped and escorted to a hospital door, those who died were left to the authorities to sort out and Tommy remained puzzled by what he remembered of the incident Thinking back, Tall remembered images from his drunken and drugged past included these two faces. “Nah, those bitches are dead, killed them myself,” as his scrambled brain tried to straighten the mess in his thoughts. He wanted to go back to the hill and see if the images were still there. He also wanted to go back to the old barn and check the shallow grave. He wanted answers, his mind reeled with the confusion. The cool night air helped to unfetter his confusion. He road conservatively as he put the miles back to the barn behind him Alone, all alone, for the first time in many years, his bravado deserted him as he struggled to open the barn door. As the darkness within was penetrated by the bright beam of his headlamp, there appeared an image so unnerving he was thrown to the dirt floor as if felled by an ax handle Reaching from the grave were both women half unearthed, waiting for him to approach. Their eyes were sunken and dark, their skin wrinkled, shriveling and dirt matting their hair. Groans of misery escaped gaping mouths. His own groans joined theirs complete the unholy scene. His will so broken, he lay in the dirt as the grimy but determined avengers stalked him. He scrambled in retreat to no avail as they easily matched and overtook his struggling form. He clearly demonstrated his terror, he was speechless, powerless to call for help. As this terror built in his mind the body failed him. He suffered a paralysis leaving him alive, breathing but unable to move except his head. 19. Time slows even more. . “Well, well, hello there Tommy Tall, “Carlotta smirked with her face inches from his. The great one has fallen. She turned to Vixen and waved her to continue. “I don’t think it would be fair to make him suffer without knowing what will happen to him, do you, “Truly spoke as a laugh escaped her lips. At each ear, they started to outlined the remaining hours of his life “Maybe we should tell him our plan one step at a time, do it, then tell him the next,” Carlotta interjected. “Let him anticipate the pain and suffering, so he can fully appreciate it when it happens. ” “f we do it that way, he wont be able to know how bad we are going to fuck over his body and mind,” Truly responded. Tell him all of it so when we are done with one he can really look forward to the next. “Maybe you are right,” Cruz said Together they spit and snarled the torture list into his ears accentuating certain items that they would take particular delight in inflicting upon his body. They let each word hang until he grasp the full impact of what it would entail. Some of the life started to return to his suffering and he tried to rise and battle his way out of this horrible situation. Truly lay one hand on his chest, searing through his leather jacket and leaving an indelible print on his chest. He screamed just before he again passed out. His helpless spirit was released from the prostrated form below as the three forms now lazed above the scene. He could feel the struggle of his alter self reaching back from unconsciousness and the loss of all abilities to resist. As easily as their thoughts formed, he felt the warmth rise in both of his forms in his flesh. quickly it intensified until he was a screaming floundering and helpless mass of charred flesh with just a spark of life remaining. The next instant he returned to normal except for the memories. Memories of long hours with intense suffering played a continuous loop in his vision. He sucked the fresh air into lungs cooling the burning sensation from the previous onslaught just as his skin began to crawl with spots of excruciating itching spreading rapidly into bigger blotches until he was a mass of writhing flesh. Hours later, calm returned and he muttered under his breath, “Thank God. ” Truly answered, “God cannot help you this time. You, long ago reached the point where your soul has been delegated to me. Now, on to our next item of entertainment. In the meantime we will let you rest with just this to comfort you.” A splitting bolt of pain enveloped his head. He flailed arms and legs while the full power struck in force. The list so long ago echoed in his memory. His breath came in gasps from his hovering form as well as the body in agony below him. He was suffering twofold. A calm settled over the scene until his memory again recalled the next suffering he would endure. The unheard scream echoed from the wooden walls of the deserted barn Images too faint to be sure started to materialize before him. With time, they became recognizable. His pals, his gang, his compadres. Wait a minute, you all died, died in the accident that these two bitches caused. “Help me up, lets pay them back. ” Help was what he received. Two braced him on his feet and two took turns bludgeoning his head with fists impervious to their own pain. His skin tore and blood seep from each wound. His nose was now decidedly pointed toward one ear and mangled to a mass of red. As the blows landed along his head, spittle and broken teeth spew from bloodied lips. With delight showing, the bikers changed places and began a fisted body massage that drove Tommy’s breath in gasping ughffs. The sound of ribs cracking accentuated the blows to his body He lay limp in the supporting arms, he was dropped unceremoniously to a heap of rubble at their feet The breath was fire flowing into his lungs and the expanding ribs grated end to end. Minutes passed, hours to him as the racking pain traveled throughout his miserable body. He wished for death.