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First Published: 18 June 2022
Flesh Mattress
by Markus Story Codes: M\F+g+, ped, rape, anal, tort, piv, 1st Chapter 1 – Epiphany "I bought a Glock (hand-gun) last week. I was feeling good about myself and I showed it to my girlfriend. She started playfully pretending to be afraid like I was robbing her. So I had her bend over. I loaded the gun and put it to the back of her head while I fucked her. When I went to ass-fuck her, she stopped me saying that it would hurt too much. Can you believe it?" Peter admitted to his confessor; Joseph, a 45 year old Shrink. Every minute of his confession cost Peter 5$ which was the same price as phone-sex. Only, it was half as satisfying. "Did it bother you when she refused your request?" The balding Psychologist mirrored his statement in the form of a question. "Oh course it bothered me. What has my life become? You know I spent most of my whole life in school and now that I graduated and working, I don't even have the power to do what I want with my own girlfriend. Its not like I am asking her to kidnap and rape her 6 year old niece." Peter couldn't help but say too much. "To be up front, I am required by law to report illegal activity.." The therapist frowned. "All I am saying is; Where did all the power go? Men used to be men. Men used to be able to say what they wanted to and beat women who didn't obey them. I thought buying a gun would make me feel like I had control on my life but it was just 400$ down the toilet." Peter philosophized to his patronizing counterpart. He was getting annoyed to pay for a one-sided conversation. "Do you feel like you need more control?" Was the unimaginative response. "Your question implies that it is wrong to take what you want. Why is it that some people have so much power? Take Vladimir Putin; He commands a powerful army. Or how about North Korea's Kim Jong-un, who rules millions with an iron fist. Or even here in the USA; Warren Jeffs who had dozens of wives and raped little girls with impunity on his compound. They are like living Gods. Are they smarter or stronger than me?" Peter asked the dullard who could not answer any question if his life depended on it. "You feel powerless. Why do you think they are powerful?" The overpriced shrink tried to stretch out the session. He had spent all day listening to healthy men and women complain about their spoiled rich lives. There was nothing wrong with any of them and he knew it. Ironically, he was annoyed by them but the people that had real problems could not afford his services. "In fact, I already know why. Its because they don't ask permission and just take what they want. Selfish people get what they want and nice people don't. Why can't I stop asking permission and just take what I want? Am I sick? Don't answer that.. It's because all my teachers growing up were women! How can I take my American Dream when I have been taught all my life to be nice and to serve women. I will take what I want from now on." Peter nearly had an aneurysm from the epiphany of his rant and walked out. "We still have another 30 minutes. We bill complete hours.." The insulted husband commented as the door shut mid-sentence. Later that night he would go Schlepping back home to his emasculating Jewess wife and Peter's words echoed in his heart for the rest of his life. Peter went back to his apartment and told his disrespectful girlfriend to "Get out!". She pleaded but he was determined not to let her submission entice him back to her trap. Fear had always prevented him from reaching for his dreams and he decided it would finally change. He would move off-grid and start fresh. He would take what he wanted; power and sex. Chapter 2 – Oasis "Y'all, is this the bus to the Oasis?" Mary, the skinny Texan mother with her seven year old daughter in tow, asked the bus driver. "Yes mam. Please make yourself comfortable. There are a few seats left in the back." Peter surprised himself how easy it was to entice desperate women to their doom. He had taken possession of an abandoned house in the heart of the Texas dessert wilderness. It was as off-grid as a cave on the moon. This was his first time to kidnap anyone and he had netted not just one or two, but nine young mothers along with their 10 young daughters. "Does The Oasis really provide free meals and free housing there like the website advertised?" Mary pestered Peter to his chagrin. "Sure I have even had a chance to meet Peter the living God. I am doing as he commanded by bringing followers. Please take a seat we will be leaving soon." Peter was speaking about himself. No one on the bus had seen the God that was advertised on his website. Most of the females did not believe that Peter was a real God but none-the-less they could not resist taking the bait of free living. No one suspected that he, the bus driver, had created the website, vetted the applicants and was ultimately master-mind their enslavement. "Please quiet down. We will be leaving for the Oasis now and will arrive in four hours. There are cold refreshments and snacks in the cooler on the front seat. Please help yourself." Peter spoke into the mic and off he drove them into the wilderness. Little did the greedy women and girls know that the food and drinks were spiked with a heavy sedative. In no time, they passed around the drinks and snacks and they had fallen fast asleep. It was dark by the time that the bus pulled into the yard of the ominous tumble-weed property. The closest town had died and emptied during the economic depression of 2008. Peter took his time to strip the captives and carry them into the house that they would never leave again. Chapter 3: Flesh Mattress "Wake up my children. Your God commands you." Peter orated to his flock. The naked helpless females were chained in a row, Mother/Daughter/Mother/Daughter... on the wooden living-room floor. He had rigged up an electrical generator and the dim lighting set the perfect ambience. "You will all serve me, your living God. You have all arrived to paradise." Peter went on. He took a moment to examine his hard work. The first female in the row was a petite blonde woman. Although she was asleep, he recognized her face from the image she had sent of herself in their correspondences. He knelt down with a knee on her lower abdomen and another on her ribs as if she was a cushion. He incrementally applied his weight until his feet didn't touch the floor any longer. The sedative induced fog in her mind instantly cleared and her eyes shot open with a scream of pain as he knee bent her birdlike ribs. He shifted his knee to ground into her small milky-white breast. Her torments had awoken her child who lay next in line. Peter let himself fall forward on his bevy of beauties. He found his face had fallen on a butt-cheek-pillow of an 8 year old girl. He closed his eyes and proceeded to nuzzled and sniff the sleeping-beauty's bum crack. He detected that gamey odour of her child-anus that he desired so badly. His raging boner was grinding against the ribs of three year old girl and his hands explored the tangle of random female body parts. He felt forward until he found the coarse pubic hair of an adult female. Now that his body weight was distributed across several of them, the pressure was not distressing for them. So to compensate he grabbed a handful of pubic hair and yanked it out. He then proceeded to punch the flesh below him indiscriminately. One punch felt like it hit a face of a child. Another punch felt like it hit a fleshy thigh of a woman. Peter began to crawl on his hands and knees as his living mattress came to life with pained screams and contortions. He dug his knees and hands into the ribs, breasts, bellies and necks of the helpless women and young girls. They whimpered pathetically with the realization that terrible things would soon happen. He had always imagined that this is what his heaven would be like and was empowered by the fact that he had brought it to reality. It is funny he thought how a man's heaven is a woman's hell and that it could not be another way. "Ahh.. get off! Bastard!" A vivacious young trailer-park trash mother cried when Peter's knee ground into her lower back. Her plea had caught his attention and set her apart from her piers. He opened his eyes and found the insult had originated from a skinny brunette with a pert ass. "Thou shalt not take your Lord's name in vain." Peter mocked the constrained woman and decided to teach her some respect. He spread her cheeks open to inspect her filthy crease. He had dreamed of ass-raping his pretty girlfriend for such a long time that he had lost-time to make up for. He lay on top of her and licked her face while probing her rear. He had prepared all the holes of the women and girls with Vaseline as he had not decided which he would grace. His God-Rod found its brown target and slowly pushed into it until his balls rested on her warm genitals. He pinned her down like a bug without moving to feel himself inside her restricted entrance. "Get off! I will kill you!" The disrespectful slag returned. Her anus was tight but it would not do. He ran his hand to find the bulbs of her temptress daughter. "How old is your daughter?" He asked rhetorically into the unpleasant woman's ear. From what he could feel, her offspring was between four and five years old. She had never even seen an erect penis and now she would know one quite intimately. "No please! Do what you want to me!". The hateful Karen had transformed into a willing lover. He pulled out of her undamaged rear and re-aligned himself over the tiny toddler who was trying to lift her head. He found his target and pushed into the clenched tot. The babe screeched as he sodomized her without compassion. He still had a lesson to teach the Jezebel and balled a fist in preparation. He rubbed the knuckles of his fist against the hole of the woman he had just graced. "Stop! Please. I will do anything." The woman didn't have any more venom and changed her tune to innocent victim. Peter knew that trap all to well and did not fall for it. He kept increasing the pressure of his balled fist to her sphincter. He did not ease it in but instead wanted to rupture her entrance with the full width of his fist. Similar to his ex-girlfriend, this whore had also always refused anal sex with her own lovers. Ironically she had tempted him to provide the pain that she so fearfully tried to escape. He could feel her rear was giving to the pressure and slowly but surely his fist found a path into her. He had to ply his full strength to gain purchase to her entrance. With a final shove, he found that the muscle of her anus was gripping his wrist. He could feel the lump of her filth in her rectum press against his fingers. He would not be dissuaded by her attack and kept pushing into her. Her rectum opened up into her large intestine that was full of her excrement. Embedded half way to his elbow, he started pumping her colon with his fist as he simultaneously pumped the bulb of his penis into her daughters rear. He could have completed his masturbation using the toddler but half his bed was still unexplored. He ripped his fist out of the devastated mother's ass and pulled out of the baby. He closed his eyes again and put his head down on some random skin. He felt his cheek on a flat chest and bit the tiny nipple. The girl jerked awake and screamed. She had no name any longer as she was just a part of his mattress. He decided she would complete his satisfaction. He could feel her hymen in her undeveloped vagina and would take his time rupturing it. Her legs were pressed together and they were pulled straight by the taut chains so he could not pull them open. It was fine by him and rubbed his length on the premature slit. It could take all night if he wished but something inside him was saturated and was demanding release. He could feel the obstruction in her love-tube and thought how awesome nature was to provide such pain. He slowly ripped through her pink barrier and buried himself into her. "Blessed is the child." Peter repeated from his Catholic Sunday-school education. It was a beautiful and vicious coupling that tortured the tiny body. He pumped away with abandon and exploded into her defiled birthing-canal. He let his seed fall where it may without a cleanup and fell fast asleep on his warm Flesh-Mattress. 2,300 Words.
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