Jills Fire

Jills Fire

Chapter 7

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

  this story contains every bad code available, snuff, gay, underage, torture, I write it all, be warned

  As I suspected Jill was way to smart for Maine, told her to stay cool, two more years she could go to college, or not, her choice. She loved her Saturday classes at the College of Art in Portland, the trip long, but worth it, Tommy taking a class also, while I roamed the streets of Portland, finding some neat places, the galleries varied, enough old buildings to suit my need for some historic perspective. Loved to be at the oceans edge, but the fuck people, just to much, always relaxed when we started that drive home, our solitude, our life, still wowed me, the closeness of us, how tight Jill and Tommy had become, she still ruled that roost, always. When Tommy was acting straight,dressed hip teen boy,they were an impressive couple, gorgeous, Queen and Prince, their closeness, how tender they could be to each other, their over the top need to protect the other so satisfying to me.

    Jill was acing  school, wanted her to become the valedictorian in two years when she graduated, would allow her to chart her own course, also give a one for the ages commencement speech, her giggles, she could describe how we became a family, Tommy begging to be included, Jills patronizing him, he was her brother, of course he was in her family, he weeped, little fag, but we got his need, told him we all had it, why we were together, not by accident, destiny was on our side. The kids wanted violence, my babies, aint they grand, knew where the fun was, my slowing them,going into my when I was in the military drone, they did understand though. See, the military is huge, shit happens,but we on the line all had tight deals, a fucking ballet aint better choreographed than we going into a fight, everyone got their shit prime, it fuck mattered. This was no different, life and death, their kisses for me, promises to be good, my kids, we stopped in Skowhegan bought them cones at Giffords, played mini golf, the kids didnt brain anyone, thats always nice.

  To be home, so special, we agreed, this was our first home, the first real family we ever had, thats bonding, we fucked insane, for hours we were after each other, me and Jill tagteamed Tommy, Jill looking so hot with the eight inch strap on swinging from her crotch, the kids, gave me a full body massage, much wet tonguing, they getting giddy, I was covered in their juicy saliva, giving each of them over the knee bare bottom spankings steamy, we knew how to express our love, no holding back, eyes wide open, we fucked like it mattered.

   Jill spent much time in her studio, her world, me and Tommy  in awe of her talent, her sketches of the lake stunning, but I was drawn to the sketch of Tommy and I working in our shop, it was perfect, wanted it for our company logo. Having dived right into being a woodworker, Tommys boundless joy and energy pushing me to crazy productivity, his ability was art, mine was rote, I could do stuff cause I learned how, Tommy, like Jill with her art, he just knew, it came to him, I had the best kids, no doubt.

Me and Tommy had finished fifteen chess sets, eight cedar wood hope chests, and sixteen sets of bedboards, all of them bearing ornately carved devils,called our company Imp Wood, the chess pieces angels vs devils, a little something different. We made friends with the folks who ran the general store/ fuel stop at the end of the five mile dirt road, they agreed to put our things in their store, they would get a cut of everything sold, much winter traffic, heading to nearby Sugarloaf win win. Jill built our web site, it was awesome, she even had tshirts and hats printed, sold them, my money girl.

But our masterpiece was the throne we made for Jill, her own personal crapper. It was oversized, solid oak, Queen Jill carved on the high back, the letters olde english, the toilet seat was covered with deer skin, the bowl contained an oversized funnel tapering to a two inch pipe, it would go into some fags mouth, he would be secured underneath, 45 degree angle, so he could swallow all of her waste, the sides plexiglass,see the fag suffer. She loved it, we were still having trouble getting a full time toilet bowl, all the clowns who responded to our ad, backing off when they realized we really were seeking some one to surrender their body to us, cowards, posers, fags.

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  Took the kids camping Columbus weekend, deep into the woods, away from the weekend warriors,  fucking city hunters blasting everything in sight in a drunken haze. We were deep in country, near a small, clear, springfed pond, settled in, tent winterized, as nights were all ready nearing the thirties, got to love Northern Maine. Got all daddy, the kids getting firewood, lots, kindling, kept dry under our ATVs. Just in case, good to have wood,haha. She could shoot, Jill had that touch, once she learned a gun, her eye was deadly, Tommy was a plugger, he shot at the center of a target, hoped for the best. Jill got her first deer, she was lethal, one bullet, through the brain, my girl, my sexy asassin. We all got lucky the first day, I ot a mangy fox, but its fur was thick, having just grown for the nearing cold, Tommy bagged a turkey, Jills teasing him, but he was happy, I praised him good, my hunger for a roasted turkey sweet. While Tommy prepped the bird, he was good, I showed Jill how to skin the animals, we only took a little venison, the bird, looking so plump, all plucked, and the skins of the fox and deer, which back at our camp I showed Jill how to string out between trees, scrape the remaining flesh off the hide with a knife, getting it ready to be dried and cured. Again, you may not dig our lifestyle, but I was teaching my kids to feed themselves,clothe themselves, survive,bet your kids would starve in the wilderness

The pond was still warm, the water feeling so sweet, just sitting at the edge, watching the kids race each other, Tommy was amazing, Jill agreeing he was part fish, his joy at beating her, Jills snicker, she would beat him senseless if he irked her, my baby girl, ring master of this circus. Their bodies so alive, their ease with nudity, happy, sweet kids. The fire lulled us, the temperture dropping,  we were all close together, all touching, I told them some old scary camp out stories, there ability to get into it endearing, my children, wide eyed, clinging to each other, the Fall wind howling, branches chattering.. We all slept together, much fucking, JIlls ability to please us easy, she loved us, as she explained, made her want to always please us, our grins large, she compared us to lunatics, we attacking her, tickling her mad, her howls of laughter bathing us in happiness, seeing who could piss the farthest, outside the tent, the warm piss steaming nicely on the cold ground.

  Other than pissing and shitting we stayed in the tent, fucked all morning, rested,smoked weed, gabbed, shut out the world. It finally started to warm up, in the pond we went, cold but soothing, nothing compares to a clear, small, spring fed pond, the water sweet, its ability to revive you large, we were raring to do stuff, Jills loud stomach growls forcing us to eat, the kids cooked, I went and scoped out our perimeter, didnt trust the dumbass  wanna be hunters.

   That was the best turkey ever, how we just ripped it apart, ate it like savages, our faces smeared with fat,real food, we spent the day tracking some bumbling hunters, really sweet the way the kids got into it, they saw the power of invisible, my thing, I could sneak up on anyone, had the reputation,. always point man, lived to float, become a ghost, my senses in overdrive, could smell the alcohol from the losers, two hundered yards away, they picked it up, learned to isolate, Jill picking up the impressions from their brand new Timberlands, fags wore matching shoes, Tommy was the eagle eye, his sight long, true, we got within thirty feet of the clods, who made more noise than a fuck marching band, we could actually hear animals scattering, frauds. I called it off, herded my warriors back to our tent, they would be missed, we would have our thing, it was coming, we all talked it, had the urges, soon, my babies would be fed .

  We had settled into our routine as Halloween neared, the kids bummed, there was no trick or treating out here, who the fuck with, Jill, the Queen of good ideas, wanting us to have our thing, dont we all get that meaning,her wanting us to get ghoulie, nice word, sounds fun, me and baby boy were all in. As we sipped our beers, yeah they had beer now and then, fuck, Tommy worked hard all day, deserved a few frostys, Jill was older than fifteen, lots older, we figured  we needed blood, needed it all, told them I had discovered a homeless shelter in Portland, Jills giggles at my vision, Tommy wanting to know if they delivered, my baby boy was quick. Funny we discussed Jills mom, coldy, decided to leave her at Big Johns, the video he sent showing mommy getting doggy gangbanged, seven dogs, mom was a bleeding mess of dog goo, Jills laughter, both of my kids barking, howling, my amusement, whoever we grabbed for our Halloween fun was not making it through the night, that thought cheered me, we were there, accepted our thing, lived it, didnt question it, embraced it, knew it made us superior to all others.

   We googled the shelter, street view, studied it, planned our way back to the highway, always felt better planning shit, knowing your odds, that boost of confidence maybe life and death. They looked so sexy, Jill wore a denim mini, loose white hemp blouse, her tits visible, her steel toed engineer boots making it all so sexy, Tommy was so stud hot, his wife beater showing off his defined arms and chest, his jeans skin tight, his perfect bottom so there, his boots looking so lethal, he had painted crude drawings of a fist flipping the bird on the sole of each boot, a little joke for whoever we trashed.

  Let Jill wear the thigh holster, she loved carrying a gun, made her invincible she claimed, they both had cuffs, pepper spray, brass knuckles, my babies business conservative, dressed for sucess. We approached Portland with raw emotions soaring, their getting the butterfies, told them it was good, this was hard shit, use the nerves to heighten your awareness, all senses alert, I would go into combat with these two, they loved it, knew I meant it, my highest compliment, we kissed deeply, held hands, gave them a pep talk, time to hunt.

  A drizzly, foggy, chilly Portland Fall night, the kids looked for prey, I had enough to do driving, though I saw them, you never know, we all got it at once, what the deal was. Two adult bums, hard to figure age, dirty, nasty, no reason to be alive bums were pushing around a young kid, maybe thirteen, hard to tell, but the kids wanted to kill the bums, their sense of outrage so compelling, jesus, I just decided, quick, we would grab all three, glad we took the box truck, we bought it to move our finished wood projects, Jill now christening it the meat wagon,mmmm.

  What the fuck, as we quickly closed in on the stupid bullies, the kid was bloody, crying, but he was fighting, fuck yeah, Jills call to the bums, they turned, slow, dull, they focused on Jills tits, missed me and Tommy flanking them, the kid saw, stepped back, we got them good, Tommy driving his brass knuckles into the bums temple, see ya, bum down, I used one hand to spin my turd, drove ny right, my heavy fist, through his nose, a blood volcano, Jills squeals of joy, she loved to watch me throw fist, got her all crazy hot. We had the creeps cuffed, hogited, stowed  in the van, the kid leery, didnt run, but was real ready, he wasnt clueless. He was beautiful, feminine teen boy, where Tommy was cute, his body was growing more man everyday, we dug it but he wasnt pulling off the chick shit anymore, Jill and I cool with that, Tommy was more of a man at sixteen than most guys were their whole fag lives, this kid had a teen cunts body, slim, no muscle tone, cute little bubble butt,mmm.

Let Jill work it out, Tommy circling the kid, my boy looked like a hungry jackal, Jill used her oodles of goodwill to get the kid to loosen up, his name was Stan, he was sixteen, staying at the shelter, hated it, kids beat on him cause they could, he had several bruises on his sweet face, I got involved, told him he at least fought back, his smile like a fuck explosion of joy, Tommy sighed, Jill purred, I lusted. His joking that he could run, seemed someone was always chasing him, he got teary, Jills hug, jesus, aint she the best, Tommy rubbing Stans small back, whispering that they would protect him, my little social workers, saving souls, crushing souls.

  Told Stan if he wanted to come with us, we would be glad to have him, the kids giggling like the fuck munchkins, he was clever, asking me if I could handle it, not only that, the way he shook his perfect ass, just enough,like maybe he didnt, the kids were in love, I frenched him, he returned it with passion, told me thanks, Jills exclamation that he was a keeper, we were gone, on the highway, the kids filling Stan in on our peculiarities, he was like them, excited, his anger at the bums, cussing in the corner, Jill asking me if they could play, what do you think, right, I was treated to a bum pain serenade, all the way to the compound.

  They had them stripped, using knifes to cut the nasty clothes off, their howls at the ugly, dirty bodies, Jill leading them in a spirited bout of bum punchout, all face shots, all the time, the sound of their fists smacking bum flesh, the losers cries, pleadings, threats, met with the kids all out assault on the clowns balls, hard punches to the testicles, mmm, their screams filling the van with fuck music, the pliers were Tommys idea, my suddenly baby man,mmmm, crudely yanking a bum tooth, saying there was scant choosing, the kids all got in on that action, Jill telling Stan of her victim nail necklace, the losers moans of horror cute. He dug it, spitting in the losers faces, taunting them, how did it feel, Jill and Tommy encouraging him, teaching him the joy of revenge.

  The kids barely controlable, had to threaten a mass ass whooping,  we were almost home, no need to draw attention, the all came up near me, Jill in the passenger seat, the boys behind us, Jill leading us in a creative  bout of follow or spit, her game, she threw out a sentence, next person had to follow with a sentence that worked, or Jill spit in their face, on and on, we had fun, all of us spitfaced, The kids cleaning each other, Tommy did my face, his whispers of love, he would always be my sexy girl.

   Party time, as we threw the losers onto the ground, the kids stompng their naked hogtied bodies, mmmm, they were so into it, their eyes sparkling, my killer babies, laughing at how well Stan fit in, noticed his bulge, large, oh my, Jill and Tommy had his clothes off, freak, he had this tiny body, no hair,no shoulders, weighed 110 pounds,maybe, but he had a horse cock, it was soft, six inches of fat pork, just waiting, Jill and Tommy at his feet, kisses, strokes, he was soon hard, lordy, it was almost as big as me, amazing, this twink was all cock, his balls oversized, knew he would shoot sperm like a runaway fire hose.

Why they pay me the big bucks, decided the pigs could wait till the morning for their shit, simple tied the stinkers to trees, five feet off the ground, still painfully hogtied, wanted to welcome Stan to our thing, Jill and Tommy fighting over who had first dibs, my clearing it up, as I took Stan, I suspected he was anally active, my finger slipped in easy, his moan sexy, he was a superior piece of ass, knew how to flex his sphincter, used his ass as a pussy, wanted me to orgasm, I did, my tongue in his hot, little girl mouth, the looks on Jills amd Tommys faces priceless, they were consumed, Jill pulling Stan onto her, feeding his monster up her velvet clam, his sighs so loving, Tommy took Stans ass, giggling that he loved fucking in my mess, Jill telling him to shut up and fuck, Stan squealing that he loved everybody, he was drunk with being wanted,accepted as he is, my kids playing nice, what a fuck family we were. He slept with us, all four of us snuggling, teasing, our talking light, sleep coming easy to us, a full day, hunting was wearing.

To wake and break into a smile, thats about all you can hope for, the sight of the kids alll balled up, Stan in the middle, my kids protecting him,mmmm, their bodies all so fucking hot, Jills huge funbags,bouncey, alive body, Tommys rock hard teen jock body, his stomach all sculpted definition, Stans monster cock, even soft it was a weapon, almost identical to mine, his tiny girl body making his cock look bigger, lifes a gas, if you live it. How many fuckers dreamed about my life, well, I was living it, actually took what I wanted, surrounded myself with only the best, my kids, and Stan wasnt there yet, we shall see, cream of the crop, Jill would be famous, we all knew this, her art to big to be missed, Tommy was a natural with wood, his hands creating what his mind saw, he loved ducks, I guess, had begun carving decoys, the first few off, but he had it, perfect, he loved the work of A Elmer Crowell, a Cape Codder, lived late 1800s, Crowells shorebird decoys considered the standard, my boy, how proud Jill was of him, thats the thing, they loved each other, had each others back, it was uncanny, that they each had such talent. Jill won a second ribbon at the college fall art show, her ink sketch of Houston Falls stunning, Tommy sold his first decoy, a drake mallard, sixty dollars,he gave me the money saying he knew I would do right, sweet my little business man. We shall see if Stan was up to our lofty standards, if not we would off him in a second, my kids wouldnt bat an eye at turning on him, would be fair, let Stan prove his worth.

  They were in bad shape, the ropes digging into their cramped bodies, both had shit themselves, their beggings sweet, useless, but sweet. I tore them up with a frayed fan belt I had, I have strange stuff, thing about a fan belt, it had metal wire woven through the rubber, when cut the ends frayed, leaving razor sharp metal wires exposed,mmmm. They cried, howled, begged, pissed, farted, bled, but I was in the zone, rock hard, dripping precum, sweating, raging at these failures, their bodies covered in bleeding cuts, the kids next to me, all naked, all excited, their awe of me obvious, they all were kissing my boots, thats right, they worshipped me, thats a beautiful thing, it calmed me, gave each a good mouth tonguing, Told Jill she was in charge of the festivities I wanted to film it, watch, enjoy my kids fun. Jills whisper urgent, she sent Tommy and Stan to get us drinks, my boy knowing Jill wanted Stan out of ear shot, his sexy grin. Seems Stan was a punk, tried to force Jill last night, when she peed, her laugh, she put him in his place, no doubt, but he talked bad about Tommy, how much bigger he was, clod, didnt get it, big penises were a dime a dozen, Jills love for Tommy so rare, Jill to smart to fall for that shit, she wanted me to watch him, decide, I took the responsibility, she giggled, didnt fuck care, me, her and Tommy, that pretty much sealed Stans fate.

  The boys returned, Stan went right at Tommy, verbally teasing him, bragging on his joy stick, Jill was stewing, the little fuck had no sense of his coming painathon, my kids were getting riled up, funny thing is, they didnt want to, they wanted Stan to be cool, be their brother, he wasnt, that was plainly obvious, as he tried to grope Jill, a clumsy paw that scracthed her goddess flesh, oh boy, Tommy was off, he attacked the fag, all his inner anger unleashed, god, he was sexy, all man, his punches sharp, kicks dead on, the braggard was down, cowering, begging, fag. Told the kids he deserved our best, what a sorry bastard, threw away a great deal, because he was jealous of Tommy, how pitiful. While Jill cuffed loser boys hands behind him, Me and Tommy cut the  bums down, freed their cramped limbs, their screams at the blood flowing joyous.

  They were up, shaky, whiney,told the bums if they wanted to live they had to rape Stan, my kids cheering, Stan weeping, trying to run, Tommy clocked him, my brute, the bums had wood, wanted some young guy, give them credit, they raped him hard, the kids driving them with the fan belt, taking turns drawing blood, at one point, Tommy held the kids head steady, Jill savagely ripped his face up with the belt, till there was no face left, bloody pulp,mmm, one of the bums puked, all over Stan, nice, Tommy still drove his boot into the pigs balls, the bum shit, gurgled, passed out, clod. The way Stans face had disappeard was awesome, we pissed most of the blood away, his skin resembled ground beef, kissing Jill forever, my love for her deep, how she backed her brother up, Tommys professions of dying for JIll, the little shit, decided to get verbal, called me a fag, really, but when he called Tommy a stupid jock, Jills turn, the ice pick, like a fucking wayward machine, she was relentless, jabbing the sobbing, dancing, creep, what the fuck, this kid was dying now, couldnt be stopped.

  Got Jill calmed, he looked silly, all his holes leaking red, he was still hopping around, a deranged bunny, his hands cuffed behind him, his oversized cock flapping all over, told JIll I wanted this mistake gone, her want to hang him, wanted to stare into his eyes as he strangled, watch his life exspire, cool, of course I had to spice it up, have a trial, Me judge, Tommy the DA, the bums were the jury, Jil the excited executioner, the fag could fuck defend himself. Tommy had fun, all Stans faults aired, his bravado, poutiness, classlessness, but Tommy saved his ire for the creep marring Queen Jills breast, introducing Jills fab funbags as exhibit DD,haha, the bums drooling at the sight, Stan not helping his case as he belittled the angry quarter inch bruise, mock my womans pain, die you fuck. The verdict swift, the bums voting guilty, I judged him to swing by the neck till dead, the kids mocking him, pretending to be choking, adorable cutups, my kids.

  Tom and I got the perfect noose around the centuries old oak tree limb, gave Stan a well deserved beating, I held him steady as my lovers punched him crazy, his pulpy face splattering, his ribs bruised, swollen, they stomped his toes broke, Tommy punched all the fucks teeth out, screaming at him never insult his sister, Jill caressing him mad, telling him how much better he was at fucking, Tommy was a man, loser was a boy, as she punched his balls silly, called him a dead boy, spit in his destroyed face, it was time, get this fag out of here, made the bums start a fire in the outdoor fire pit, one of them whining he didnt want to, didnt want to, arrrr, I trashed him, no thought, just violence,the mere thought of a bum disobeying me, enraging, beat him asleep, told the other stooge only one of them was waking up tomorrow, he got it, snapped to, had a quality fire burning, no time, standing to the side, willing himself invisible, nice, had potential, toilet bowl,mmm.

  Had Stan the fag stand on the five gallon bucket,he was beaten, lost hope,haha, the rope taut, Jill tightened the noose around his little girl neck, her smile wide, taunting him, he spit at her, bloody spit running down our Queens face, Tommy racing me, we both sawed his junk off, his howls of pain satisfying, we gave his cock and balls to her, licked her face clean, told her do it, way past time. She pushed him off the bucket, slowly, just her sexy cherry red fingernails, studying his eyes, the fear, the anger, fuck him, he went quick, flopping nice, his ugly face sweet, his missing junk appropiate, see ya asshole. Jill threw the severed sex organs into the lake, her and Tommy took the stiffs nails, all ten, while the bum tried to not freak out, the other one coming round, I gave him a steel toed boot to the head, sleepy bye. Stood next to the bum who had a chance, we shall see, told him to kneel, he did, his fear glowing, mad him open wide, I pissed him, he drank it, coughing, gasping, but he fuck drank it, Tommy and Jill wanting in, the way the fucker stared at Jills pussy, who could blame him, told him straight up, if he  ever touched her I would skin him alive, he believed, Jill taunting him, mock begging the guy to take her, calling the dirty pig her stud, waving her prime ass in his face, I dont think so.

  Tommys turn to work, went the verbal route, made the bum, still kneeling, convince us not to kill him, he was sobbing, pleading, he was human, had problems,then he surprised us all, he was a vet, never recovered from Nam, the docs hooking him on pain pills, didnt bother anyone, if we were gonna off him, just do it, oh boy, told him if he was lying, I would torture him for years, his soft words, check his pockets, Tommy found it, in his fouled, cut up jeans, the guy had a well worn copy of his DD214, said he needed it to crash vet shelters, get medical help, thing about a DD214, tells when, where, and rank of the guy, he was Robert, had been an offficer in the Corps, his medals many, like me a purple, a bronze for valor, he showed us his scars, got some hot metal all along his right thigh, changed everything for him, us, Jill and Tommy helped him up, his fear at Jill touching him, her sexy whisper, she was gonna fuck him silly, once he took a swim in the lake, gargled with alcohol, our life was all about the moment.

  He cleaned up nice, his body slim, muscles saggy, his cock seven and fat, he was hard, as Jill made love to him, her gentleness, her obvious care for him was so beautiful, Saint Jill, Queen of compassion, how she happied up this beat hero, made him smile, laugh, he fucked giggled, looked stunned he made that noise, clued him  in, around here there was much to giggle about. Robert got it, as Tommy cleaned his slimed cock off with his hot boy mouth, the seasoned vet ruffled my boys sexy hair, took it in stride, no sour faces, just moans of pleasure, as I hugged Jill, told her how much  I adored her compassion, she was thinking, mommy would look good under Robert,mmm, my girl had the best ideas.

Robert had no relationship with the other loser, actually Stan, the late fag, had stolen Roberts pack of smokes, dirty deal on the mean streets, and the bums were trying to recoup their shit, scared me that we were so wrong on Stan, the bum was toast, we hogtied him, stowed him in a tool shed, got down to a Stan barbecue. We all, Robert included, helped butcher his carcass, his skin so soft, Jill and Tommy sawed his head off, played a quick game of soccer, commie fag sport, till his squash was just a lump of flesh, in the fire pit it went. We rubbed his skin with a mix of olive oil, butter, sea salt, and fresh pepper, believe I saw this recipe on The French Chef, back in the seventies. We cut his breast meat out, using Henckle knifes, the best steel blades ever,Nazis know their blades, the kids ripped his heart out, Tommy stuffed it down the fags neck, giggling eat your heart out. We cooked his breasts, thighs, and his arms, the way they snapped and crackled getting us all fired up, the smell scrumptious, while Robert and Tommy cooked, Jill and I burnt the fags body, bye bye asshole.

  He was tender, his flesh crispy, meat moist, with the garlic potatoe cakes, perfect for a cool fall evening, paired with a burgundy, our table talk bright, Jill deciding she wanted Robert to own her mom, he could decide her fate, John, who had her now, was to slow, not creative enough to earn piggy, Robert was smacking his lips devouring Stans meat, no problem, his comment, tasted like chicken, delivered in his slow, monotone way, we were cracking up, the kids calling him Grandpa, jesus, our life was ever evolving, like we were living in a turnstyle. We all agreed the dinner was perfect, the flavor much deeper than farm raised chicken, also, dont discount the thrill of eating your prey, quite empowering.

   Tommy won out, got to sleep with Robert, downstairs, we could hear them, Robert fucking my boy crazy, Tommys shouts of joy, Jill and I amused, our love tender, slow, lots of oral, went over the Stan fiasco, how we misjudged him, for now on everyone was prey, unless something bizzare like Robert occurred, left the door open for future family members, just had to be way more careful. Set in stone, we were getting our hands bloody again, that we would feed on our victims, had to get better meat, young meat,mmm. We were drained, we were out, bodies entwined, the guys down stairs lullabying us with their sex marathon, heaven.

   Robert and Tommy were up, sitting on the porch, Tommy on his Papas lap,naked,mmmm, I stuck my wood down his throat, his sucking aces,Robert wanted in, they sucked me off, Grandpa was a piggy, figures. Tommy had checked on the loser in the shed, he was wallowing in his stinkies, my boy had a way of talking, we would do him today, sometime, had to be outrageous, PaPa, fuck, both of the kids called him that, suggested a grenade up his ass, Tommy frenched him, I gave his wood a slurpy, told him thats what we were talking about.  Took the homicidal Robert to see the lake, talk fish, Tommy going to snuggle with Jill, he missed his sister, cute boy.

   Made Robert the offer, he could occupy a cabin we bought, down the road two miles, not on the water, but private, would have Jills mom to use, his glee, see, he appreciated his good fortune, wasnt looking to moralize, just enjoy, live it. He had a check coming in from the VA, plus early social, he had a green thumb, loved to grow shit, put him to work in the green house, his skill with our weed good, with hydro we could produce  twenty pounds every four months, high quality, sold eighteen, two thousand each, all to the same guy, a trusted friend, kept the hassles down, he paid cash, always cash.

  Jill and I had one of our regular business meetings, a chance for us to talk out everything happening, we were busy fuckers, she didnt like dealing with it, knew I valued her slant, told her we were the real parents, had to accept that, do right by our growing family, she got it. We always, unless winter, tallked it out on the rocks at the shoreline, our boardroom, if you will, Tommy bringing us fruit and water, nice boy. Decided mom would live with Robert, Jill agreeing he was of us, loved his exploding colon plan, asking if we could try the fag out as her toilet first, she really wanted that feeling, shitting down some subhumans throat, that would happen, her giggles, she was gonna pinch a loaf in a couple of hours, called Tommy, told him to get the fag in the shed hooked up to Jills throne, his joy echoing through the reciever, we only used a closed radio system, my desire for security growing.

  Went over our growing real estate, we now had over six hundred acres, including a private pond a mile into the woods, only access an old logging trail, just big enough to let ATVs pass. With the economy still tanking, here in Maine the unemployment was up to 15 percent, people bailing on property, we had cash, our dream to acquire the whole lake, at least this side, build our compound, the way the world was going scared us, we chose to be left out of the bickering, the goal self survival, we were geting there, needed more members, Jill loving that we were going to Cape Cod for Thanksgiving week, we would dump our weed, hook up with a cool gun dealer, stock up, also look for prey, the Cape full of deadbeats, laid off maids and towel boys, oh my.

  The toilet worked great, We all enjoyed Jills first piss and dump down the fags throat, he puked it up, the clear pipe showing the funky shit stew, back down his throat it went, his mouth sealed tight to the pipe,shit soup bubbling out of his nostrils, that he could drown in his shitpuke, we would take that chance, Tommy gave the toilet a try, his cute butt flexing so hot, his turd a fucking log, our cheers, the fags body shaking as he gagged on the shit, his puke having no where to go but back down his sorry pie hole.He lived a week, he never left the pipe till he died, shitted to death, we had all dumped down his face, all our piss, lots of cum,spit, snot, Jills bloody kotexes, her red week, we had also used wire to tie his penis tight, he never peed all week, his bladder must of burst something awful, haha. We had installed an oversized butt plug,  superglued it in his anus, thats final, all our shit for the week had poisoned his yellow skin, what a way to go, we didnt eat him, We drove the stinky carcass out into the forest, on our ATVs, dumped him for animal food, some good came from his so tragic death, boo, hoo, fuck you.

  November was rolling, the cold setting in, only minor snow so far, we guys were busy in the workshop, me and Robert knocking out our products, Tommy only doing his thing, it was amazing, his talent, he was getting five hundred a decoy, his reputation growing, my baby, he was branching off into other animals, his rendering of a common snapping turtle stunning, he was into them, that they ate meat, could kill a slow goose, they would also eat dead meat, police used snapping turtles to locate bodies, weird but true. For veterans day the kids took care of us warriors, breakfast in bed, lots of sex, Jill let me have her ass, worth the wait, how tight she was, her promise it was all mine, she wouldnt do that with anyone else,ever, our thing, she came from it, a slow content sigh escaping her sexy lips.

  Just Jill and I were going to the Cape, Tommy and Robert needed to tend the growing compound, the greenhouse was going strong, our weed growing precise,powerful herb we grew, our veggies healthy,they would can the extras,we now had forty chickens, eight pigs, sixteen turkeys, Robert and Tommy would hunt crazy, Robert expert at smoking meat, we stored our meat, venison, elk, rabbit, lots of wild turkies in the all ready frozen ice cellar, next to the lake,natural ice box, our goal to stay put for the winter, cut our selves off from the increasingly hostile world. The guys also needed to stow enough logs away to get us through the long Maine winter, Robert would need wood for his shack, down the road, Tommy and he would also make a run using the pickup we had, stock up on weapons, ammo, Robert knew a guy up Moosehead Lake way, dealt in cash, had military weapons,Tommy and Robert had over ten grand in cash to buy, we would be armed.

   One of my favorite things, riding with Jill, her easy ways, charm, biting wit, we could talk forever, how into each other we were, our mutual acceptance, in the end, it was me and her, then Tommy, and whatever, but me and her, that was the thing, always. We stopped in Nashua to pee, dreadful place, white trash, gimme welfare queens, dirty illegals, its own fag section, disgusting place, fuck that. We ate at an IHOP, jesus, we lived dangerous, the waitress was about two hundred pounds, got paid in pancakes, the pig, Jill wondering what it would be like to skin her, my little pioneer girl. We were just going to hit the road, being nice, when this creepy, dirty, whiny, wheelchair fag rolls up to us, we were on the farside of the parking lot, away from the street, next to a large, stinky dumpster. He had a nasally voice, telling us he needed food,Jill teasing him, he was fat enough, he yelled at her, big mistake gimpy, I smashed his face with my fist, Jill, using her gun to beat his face crazy, she always carried now, her fear of strangers growing, she was done with humanity on a large scale, we all were, ready for a closing of the ranks.

The gimp was sobbing, as we got him out of his chair, standing we let him go, apparently he really was a gimpster, down he went, our boots got to moving, we stomped that whiny waste of life bloody, he was out cold, as we dumped him and his faggy wheelchair into the dumpster, trash. Our emotions on fire, we fucked at the next exit, on the side of the road, our horniness off the charts, giggling at the nastiness of fucking over a gimp, we had no prejudices, we were pure of heart, that we did it with a van full of eighteen pounds of prime weed, we had balls. Our love so intense, we held hands all the way to Sandwich, staying at the Daniel Webster, quality boutique hotel.

  We made the drug deal first, right in the back parking lot of the closed Sandwich Antiques Center, sometimes out in the open was undercover, my pal was an all business guy, deal done, he gone, my man, always keep the deal simple. Always nice to hold thirtysix thousand, cash, all twenties, all clean, Jill spreading it all over her fab body as she sprawled in the fourposter bed, looking so Victorian, when the women were big and bawdy, not down with the fake fireplace, some sterno shit fuck, our fucking rolling around in the cash was different, told Jill we had to get Tommy and Robert a present, wanted to get her something, she was like me, didnt really need shit, had us, maybe if we found something together, such lovers we were, add Tommy, her art, her life, my life, our life.

  Jill didnt want to eat at the hotel, found it stuffy, lots of fifty year old couples, playing out the string, silently suffering their dull lives, no fuck chance of anything excitng happening, fuck ever, I would rather die than settle, etch that on my fuck headstone. I dug that parts of the bar were three hundred years old, but Jill was sixteen, took her to Seafood Sams on the Canal, ate fried clams and soggy french fries, watching boats go way faster than the posted ten miles per through the canal,fucking criminals, her head on my shoulder, her warmth tingling my arm, she wondered what it would be like to live at sea, been there, told her it was amazing that waves could be that big,that the ship could ride them out, the whales, dolphins, flying fish, rainbows, sunsets, sunrises, all of it magic, but it is fuck boring, trapped in a steel cage, rocking, bobbing, sure you got used to it, but it wore you, drained you,frazzled you, the ocean mocked you, couldnt swim in its lethal coldness, drink its salty waters, she got it, giggled that I should write a fuck book, I had done shit, but as she well knew fame brought light, as she got hot, galleries were after  her ink sketches of local Maine flowers, they were perfect, made you look, drew you in, but the sleazy gallery nazis wanted her stuff cause Jill was unknown, her pieces around five hundred each, with the economy down, rich fucks stabbing each other in the back, right and left, haha,their sad Ponzi schemes, no one was popping for four figures, never mind high end stuff. Her hatred of the whole process, its crassness, lack of any human connection, people thrusting their sweaty hands at her, telling her their names, like she gave a fuck, just so they would pretend to like her shit,half of them to dim to ever get art. Jill was pure, wanted fuckers to appreciate her work cause they did, not complicate it, didnt need sexing up, if you liked a work of art, and you could afford it, you should buy it, once and a while really look at it, remember that feeling of awe, thats all she asked, my baby.

   Took a walk down to the jetty, the ocean always got me going, the raw power, its coldness, death knocking at the door, Jill spotted the lone fisherman, he was walking to the scrub, probably to take a leak, not another soul around, we really had no choice,as we casually followed captain shitstain into the thick shore scrub, my cock rock hard, Jill was panting, and not from walking, we were excited, knew we would have blood. He was wearing yellow rain gear, looked like big fuck bird, he was pissing, back to us, he didnt hear us, Jill called hello, fucker was deaf, I sent my boot through his back, his body flying like he was meant to, into a thick trunk, rolled over, had an Ipod on, moron, his look of surprise, turning to fear, yellow was his color, we got to work. He tried to get up, our kicks battering him, my steel toes getting his ugly face good, Jill slamming his crotch with her size 8s, we stripped him, tiny dick, ugly body, worthless, we got violent, Jill going all face stompy, I had to destroy his balls, did the testicle two foot stomp, he puked, pissed, shitted his self, we didnt miss a stomp, his ribs cracked nicely, Jill landed a heel to his eye socket, it cracked, his eyeball hanging out. We both pissed on him, I used his fishing pliers to remove his thumb nails, for my baby. He was still breathing, fag, we hoisted a huge boulder over his head, drove it into his face, splat, his head exploded, brains leaking, body twitched sweetly, he was gone fishing forever, we fucked, right next to the stiff, the cold air only making us hotter, our world was always hot.

  After we dragged the fag deeper into the scrub, we walked back to our truck, holding hands, nondescript lovers, no one was watching us, as an over the top luxury cruiser was blowing through the Canal, criminal behavoir sickened me, the nearby Coast Guard barrack should have an automatic missle system for such immoral actions. We never spoke of our conquests, enough to live it, I was still high, horny, told her we would fuck the night away, and we did, riding the still booming, early waves of bloodlust to new highs, we earned our sleep, almost to alive to sleep ever.

  Woke smiling, Jill slumbering beside me, looking at her darling face, my baby, how content I was, our life was ours, we created it, werent sold it, big difference. Watched the morning news, all bad, markets tanking,glad we were into cash, gold, diamonds. Jews threatening Arabs, or the other way, why coludnt we just eliminate them all, fuck the sour bastards, both sides had gone with the same dull, witless argument for two thousand fuck years, enough all ready. But no, we would get dragged into it, Israel was our friend, how I never understood, all I knew was we wanted no part of this shit, glad we opted out of polite society,haha. Our morning fucks always tender, much face sucking, soft words, we happied each other into a new day, only way to greet the morning.

  Ate at the hotel, Jill was feeling bratty, the middle aged cunts the table over irking her. They were loud, bossing the waitress around, a cutey pie teen, who was on the verge of tears. When she waited on us, Jill talked her happy, only way to put it, her abilty to charm, soothe, the waitress was giggling, Jill telling her to spit in the cunts food, my baby knew how to get even, I gave her a deep kiss when the little cunt went and did her waitress thing, told my girl how much I adored her goodwill, her giggles, she wanted to fuck the little waitress, had a hunkering for a slice of pussy, I think we both knew she would have no trouble getting into the girls panties, no one said no to Jill, wasnt possible, if she wanted you, you wanted her,simple.

   Thw waitress, her name was Joanie, told us she hucked a big loogie under each of the blowhards omelettes, no charge, thats funny, I gave Jill the look, my permission to get after Joanie, we were looking for recruits, if nothing else, Joanie didnt look bright enough to be trouble, but we would test her hard here on the Cape, wouldnt repeat the Stan fiasco. Jill had Joanie meet her in the restroom, got her to agree to meet us later tonight, my girls sighs, she had tongued the skinny slag, groped her little tits, slapped her tiny butt hard, she giggled that Joanie was ready for our life, we shall see.

   We had business, met a gun dealer, had lots of military shit, wanted to beef up our arsenal, had decided to build a bunker near the secluded pond on our property, store our growing stockpile, stock up food, water, Jill in agreement, the world was spinning violent, lots of caged up rage, we wanted to be ready, armed and fuck dangerous. She got a glow, a sexy shiney glow, my girl, her lust for automatic weapons so fucking sexy, she was born to shoot, her hand steady, eye true, she didnt fuck miss, once she learned a weapon, Jilly girl turned killer, the hardened gun whore was trying so hard to not ogle her bouncy body, her tight cams showing all her fun assets, added to the sex appeal of a chick with a gun, I was getting hard watching her lay down a precise spray with the Heckler and Koch MP5, the way her face shone, het tits jiggling from the recoil, her sexy butt tensed as she tore up the cutout of a black guy, our gun seller had issues with minorities, lusted for a race war, good luck with that shit, didnt really concern us.

    We manged to get five MP5s, lots of ammo, several night vision goggles, stun grenades, 2 M40A3 sniper rifles, with sound supressors, deadly at 900 yards, day or night, sweet. Our big ticket item was the FIM-92 stinger, a personal SAM system, we would be ready for all kinds of shit, we also got Tommy and Robert their own matching Remington 44 magnum pistols, the boys could blow wholes the size of manhole covers in fuckers, plus Jill thought they would look sexy carrying, she always wanted me to have my S and W 45 ACP snubnose, easily carried in my waistband holster, Jills was strapped to her sexy thigh,mmmm, we were always ready for shit, getting ready for the shit we knew was coming, Jills maternal instincts high, wanted her men protected, Jills soul feeling the pressure, she would have raging visions of out of control violence, fires, dead bodies, wasted cities, leave her spent, sad, edgy, wanted us safely tucked away in western Maine, there was never a consideration of not following her visions, Jill had the power, her joking, we had lots of power now, our truck full of weapons, Tommys text, they had scored big, lots of ammo, a case of UZIs, several land mines, hell ya, and a couple of surprises for us, mmm, nice to be loved, Jill thrilled at how Tommy turned out, how as if Robert was always with us, our family. Her sweet joy, she now had the best daddy, a sweet papa, and the perfect brother, her life.

  Joanie was a strange girl, eighteen, dropout, lived with three other girls, who didnt like her, tended to abuse her. She was tiny, mousy is the word, her face drawn, all bones, her lips fat, looked strange, brown hair always ponytailed, her tits were tiny, pointed, with sexy fat nips, asking for attention, her torso all bones poking through, her cunt hair a forest,mmmm, her ass like a ten year old, her legs meatless, feet tiny, next to Jills queen feet, even smaller, our Joanie. We dug her, she took our all out assault, came, moaned, begged, ate our asses, we filled her with our pee, her little belly expanding, Jill got after her with a strapon, while I buggered her silly, she loved it all, was born to be a piggy, but she made us laugh, had the Jill thing, the ability to morph into whoever she was dissing, she did a mean impression of the faggy waiter, as we enjoyed a prefuck dinner at the Beehive, an average place, overpriced, oh well. We let her sleep with us, all of us nestled in the queen bed, Joanies need to touch Jill, her already devotion to Jill obvious, her absolute awareness that I was to be obeyed, had a good feeling about her, see, even though ugly Stan had set us back, we moved on, would build our family, create our army.

                     the end chapter 7