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their heads
off.
    Nightmare cut Megan’s rope around her
hands. He forcefully pushed Liz and Andi off the couch. They hit
the floor hard. Megan was a sobbing mess of tears. She felt as if
she could throw up. Nightmare had his gun to her forehead still and
commanded her to stand up. She did slowly and he smacked her hands
away from her pubic area as she was trying to hide
herself.
    “Get them pants off now
boy!”
    Conner looked to his dad for help.
Tears were falling down his cheeks as he looked at his son.
Nightmare threatened Conner again and he obeyed. He took his pants
off, showing himself to everyone in the room. Megan coughed out a
cry when she looked over at him. Conner did to.
    “Get to it now! C’mon!” Nightmare
said.
    No one moved.
    “Don’t make me beat you senseless girl.
I wanna see you fuckin’! Here, we’ll set the mood.”
    Nightmare went to the big stereo and
turned it on. He turned the dial and it landed on Dark Horse by
Katy Perry.
    Megan covered her face and cried. She
didn’t have it in her to go through with it. But if she didn’t she
would have an early death. She stood up and began to straddle
Conner but backed off. More cries. Another attempt and then the
pleading came.
    “Please….I….I….can’t do
this.”
    That comment got Mr. Nightmare’s shot
gun assisting her on top of Conner via her forehead.
    “Get a good look dad,” Nightmare said
with a smile.
    Edward couldn’t watch his son partake
in this sick act. Badman made sure that he did though when he hit
him upside the head with his rifle.
    Nightmare yelled, “Don’t you dare look
away daddy-o! Watch!”
    Conner was limp and was going to stay
limp despite how good Megan smelled as she got on top of him. She
cried into his shoulder and half assed grabbed at his penis and
then quickly moved her hand away as if she touched a spider. There
was no way they could have sex because she was dry as a desert. It
wasn’t going to happen.
    Nightmare was getting restless. “Well
c’mon. Take that snake bitch!”
    “Here, this might help.” He went and
stood by the two beyond humiliated teens and began making a
sucking, snorting kind of sound. He lowered himself and spit a
giant, yellow wad of phlegm onto Conner’s ball sac. He grabbed
Megan’s hand and forced it into the snotty mixture. Megan gagged
and cried some more but then fear took a time out when she jumped
off of Conner and screamed at the fucking sick fuck.
    “You’re going to have to kill me
because I can’t do this!” She pulled at her hair and
screamed.
    Liz and Andi covered their mouths in
horror.
    ‘Fuck it then!” Nightmare shouted and
then, “here dad, let me just show ya!”
    He stomped over to the pool table and
punched Edward in the jaw with the shot gun. Nightmare turned him
over and ripped of his nice grey slacks, (more than likely bought
at a place where he would never in his life be able to afford
clothes at) and yanked Badmans rifle from his stupid hands and
shoved that motherfucker right up Edwards rich lawyer ass. A high
and hellish shriek of female voices flew from the mouths of the
girls as Nightmare rammed the rifle up into Edwards’s anus. Badman
took Nightmares shot gun and began laughing wildly, swinging it at
the teens, tormenting them.
    Megan put her hands up in a surrender
pose and screamed for Nightmare to stop. Edward roared out in
ungodly pain. A small gush of blood splattered from in between his
legs. It looked black against the green pool table.
    “Yeah, just like that dad. Whatcha
think!” Nightmare looked over his shoulder at the screaming,
horrified kids as he sodomized Conner’s dad with Badmans
rifle.
    And then it was over.
    Edward moaned in agony as he laid on
his stomach on the pool table. A bright splotch of blood coated his
buttocks. Everyone was crying and gasping and making inaudible
sounds of shock and horror almost as if speaking in tongues, all
while Nightmare smiled at them, holding a bloody rifle in his
hand.
    Badman