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Authors: Ramsey Campbell, Peter Rawlik, Mary Pletsch, Jerrod Balzer, John Goodrich, Scott Colbert, John Claude Smith, Ken Goldman, Doug Blakeslee
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inside the cow, something that wasn’t Bert Granchi. Or maybe a lot of little somethings.
How long had the cow been dead? Maxon said a week. Bert shivered. Something dropped onto his face from the decaying meat above, something small and wiggly. More fell on him, and still more. Had he been able to scream, he would have, for Bert knew what he shared his new abode with.
Maggots. Thousands and thousands of maggots. Above him, below him, all around him, the wriggling larvae of a thousand flies were slowly devouring the carcass. How long until they started in on his very much living flesh?
Bert writhed and pushed his feet against what had been old Bossie’s shoulders. The only way out was through that very small hole, but he might be able to force himself far enough through to get someone’s attention.
If there was anyone around. If he could get the duct tape off of his mouth.
He looked up at the narrow circle of moonlight just as something partially blocked it, and he froze, forgetting all about the maggots.
A large rat stared in at him through Bossie’s bung hole, nose twitching at the unexpected scent of very frightened human inside the rotting corpse. Bert’s fingers dug into the slimy, decaying flesh above him as he tried to pull himself back with his fingertips, away from the open anus.
The rat crept in after him.
Another followed.
Bert lay very still as the vermin twitched their nasty little noses around his. One crawled up into his hair, while the other checked out the duct tape gag.
That’s it, little friend, Bert thought. Gnaw the tape away, and I’ll be able to get someone to come get me out of this.
But the rat decided there was nothing edible there. He felt it slither down his arm to where his hands were tied over his ass. It nipped at a fingertip. Bert jerked his fists closed, but the rat backed out before he could get a grasp. It sank sharp little rodent teeth into the meat at the base of his thumb. Bert twitched and wriggled, unable to voice the scream clogging his throat. The rat slipped down his hip, and he felt it poking around his groin, trying to get underneath him.
The uncle-fucker is trying to get to my balls! Bert turned his head to look down, hoping to glare the rodent away from his genitals.
The rat on his head, which he had forgotten about, slipped off and dangled in front of his eyes, one little paw tangled in his matted mane. Bert’s eyes crossed as he focused on the rat. Puffs of air from his nostrils ruffled the vermin’s fur. Its mouth opened wide, and sank its teeth into Bert’s nose.
Oh, God! he screamed internally. Rats carry rabies, don’t they? I’m gonna get fucking rabies! Oh, Jesus, get me the fuck out of this!
If Jesus heard, He did nothing.
Bert shook his head, dislodging the one rat, but in the process tilted his lower body up enough for the explorer down south to slip into his loin area. He bucked his hips, trying to smash the monster before it ate his balls.
It didn’t eat his balls, but it did take a healthy bite from his penis. Bert arched his back and shivered with the exquisite pain. His scalp scraped across the upper ribs and parted like the Red Sea. A wave of blood flowed down into his eyes, and nose. He snorted, blowing red snot and tears out of Old Bossie’s asshole.
His wet nasal assault connected with the snout of a creature much larger than his tormentors, lurking just beyond his air hole. It hissed, and turned, and lifted a brushy tail.
The skunk sprayed a full load of stench into Bert’s face before it waddled away. Bert coughed as best he could, shaking his head and snorting the odor out of and away from his nose.
That didn’t help the stink, but there was one blessing. The aroma drove the pair of rats out of the carcass and into the night.
Bert was finally alone in his new home. He cried, the whimpers stifled behind the duct tape but the tears running freely. He didn’t want to think about how much of his dick the rat carried away in
How long had the cow been dead? Maxon said a week. Bert shivered. Something dropped onto his face from the decaying meat above, something small and wiggly. More fell on him, and still more. Had he been able to scream, he would have, for Bert knew what he shared his new abode with.
Maggots. Thousands and thousands of maggots. Above him, below him, all around him, the wriggling larvae of a thousand flies were slowly devouring the carcass. How long until they started in on his very much living flesh?
Bert writhed and pushed his feet against what had been old Bossie’s shoulders. The only way out was through that very small hole, but he might be able to force himself far enough through to get someone’s attention.
If there was anyone around. If he could get the duct tape off of his mouth.
He looked up at the narrow circle of moonlight just as something partially blocked it, and he froze, forgetting all about the maggots.
A large rat stared in at him through Bossie’s bung hole, nose twitching at the unexpected scent of very frightened human inside the rotting corpse. Bert’s fingers dug into the slimy, decaying flesh above him as he tried to pull himself back with his fingertips, away from the open anus.
The rat crept in after him.
Another followed.
Bert lay very still as the vermin twitched their nasty little noses around his. One crawled up into his hair, while the other checked out the duct tape gag.
That’s it, little friend, Bert thought. Gnaw the tape away, and I’ll be able to get someone to come get me out of this.
But the rat decided there was nothing edible there. He felt it slither down his arm to where his hands were tied over his ass. It nipped at a fingertip. Bert jerked his fists closed, but the rat backed out before he could get a grasp. It sank sharp little rodent teeth into the meat at the base of his thumb. Bert twitched and wriggled, unable to voice the scream clogging his throat. The rat slipped down his hip, and he felt it poking around his groin, trying to get underneath him.
The uncle-fucker is trying to get to my balls! Bert turned his head to look down, hoping to glare the rodent away from his genitals.
The rat on his head, which he had forgotten about, slipped off and dangled in front of his eyes, one little paw tangled in his matted mane. Bert’s eyes crossed as he focused on the rat. Puffs of air from his nostrils ruffled the vermin’s fur. Its mouth opened wide, and sank its teeth into Bert’s nose.
Oh, God! he screamed internally. Rats carry rabies, don’t they? I’m gonna get fucking rabies! Oh, Jesus, get me the fuck out of this!
If Jesus heard, He did nothing.
Bert shook his head, dislodging the one rat, but in the process tilted his lower body up enough for the explorer down south to slip into his loin area. He bucked his hips, trying to smash the monster before it ate his balls.
It didn’t eat his balls, but it did take a healthy bite from his penis. Bert arched his back and shivered with the exquisite pain. His scalp scraped across the upper ribs and parted like the Red Sea. A wave of blood flowed down into his eyes, and nose. He snorted, blowing red snot and tears out of Old Bossie’s asshole.
His wet nasal assault connected with the snout of a creature much larger than his tormentors, lurking just beyond his air hole. It hissed, and turned, and lifted a brushy tail.
The skunk sprayed a full load of stench into Bert’s face before it waddled away. Bert coughed as best he could, shaking his head and snorting the odor out of and away from his nose.
That didn’t help the stink, but there was one blessing. The aroma drove the pair of rats out of the carcass and into the night.
Bert was finally alone in his new home. He cried, the whimpers stifled behind the duct tape but the tears running freely. He didn’t want to think about how much of his dick the rat carried away in
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