So, I've been meaning to do this for a while, and just post one of my stories up and gauge reactions to it. So, here's "The Dollboys", by Wain Tezak. Let me know what y'all think!
WARNING: contains taboo subject matters such as incest, rape, and death. You have been warned!
“What is the legend of the Doll Boys?” asked Kaley Nisse int
the camera, her voice ominous and teasing. “Here in rural Oklahoma, there’s a legend that, during the Great Depression, a woman named...um...”
“Dolly?” said a voice as dry as vodka.
Kaley sighed. “No, not ‘Dolly’. It’s...” she scrolled through her phone. “Matilda Donaldson. What is the legend of the Doll Boys?” She said again, this time more mischievously. She paused, her tongue rolling around her mouth then out over her full, crimson shaded lips. “What is the mystery...” she intoned somberly, staring the camera somberly in the face. “What is the mystery...” she said again, this time lower, purring sensually. “Like, what’s the mystery, gang!” She beamed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Zoinks! Ugh...”
Kaley looked just off camera into the unseen turned-around view panel to examine her appearance. She smiled at her appearance: not bad for her late 30s. Round cheeks, nice cheekbones, sharp chin, and lips just full enough to dazzle. Her cats’ eye green orbs were encircled by dark shadow, and a pillowing cloud of raven-Black hair swept off her head. She adjusted her clothing: tight jeans; knee-high leather boots that added to her 5’5”; a tight dark blue blouse, and her favorite leather jacket, which ended at the midriff and had a plethora of extraneous leather straps and buckles along the arms. She kept herself trim save for her healthy curves, and the boots, voluminous hair, and attire made her seem fuller than she really was. She looked almost too glamorous, which just made her feel more enthused and edgy.
“And the ‘Doll Boys’? Really?” came the dry, whining voice again. “They sound like an old doo-wop group.”
Kaley ignored it. Instead, she leaned down until she showed off more cleavage, pulling down the v-line of the blouse, then moved and adjusted her Cs until they were tantalizing.
The voice barked, “Ugh, Mom!”
“Hade, babe, the channel is called ‘Ghastly Gal’. I have to gal it up! Now, hold the camera still and quit being mouthy.”
There was a grunting sigh, followed by the camera steadying. Kaley studied herself in the control panel screen again.
“Okay, move it a little to the left...that’s it, and pan right to me. I want to get the field behind me and the mountains in the distance. Really sell the remoteness.”
“Yeah, don’t want anyone seeing this,” came Hade’s voice. The camera spun and revealed a dirt road leading to a small suburban development a mile away, a nicer suburb two miles away, and downtown Tulsa on the horizon in the slate-blue afternoon sky. “Come see the remote, desolate haunted house, in scenic Happy Suburb, a short drive from Tulsa. Book online today!”
The camera steadied, then slowly panned over until it was up close in Kaley’s face, half-amused and half-not. “You done?”
“Dunno. You done chasing things that aren’t real?”
Anger flashed through Kaley’s eyes. Then, her face began to sink into sadness.
“Uh, Mom...” Hade sighed. The camera’s view dropped to the ground and was turned off.
Hade’s arms sank, lowering the camera as he and his mom examined each other. He was 15, and had the softer version of Kaley’s features. He wasn’t very tall, and was practically dwarfed by her in her heels. He had the “alternative” fashion sense to her “metal/rock”, rocking a gray sweater under a loose faux-aged Nirvana shirt, and faded baggy jeans. Long, raven black hair fell out from underneath his skull cap down to his round jaw. The clothes tried to sell classic 90s indifference and cynicism, but with his thin arms and baby-ish, pretty face, he just seemed to be hiding in it.
Kaley stared at him, working the sympathy angle, letting her genuine hurt feelings do the rest. As if to emphasize, a chill bit of wind sliced across Hade’s face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, turning his head.
Kaley pursed her lips, then laid a gentle hand on her son’s face. “You’re forgiven, you terrible jerk,” she said.
Hade knocked her hand aside with a scoffing laugh.
Kalye asked, sounding wounded, “Is this really that bad for you?”
Hade replied, “Not really. Plenty of people in school are jealous I get to help you do this, and it is a lot cooler than you being like a dentist or something.”
“Yeah, not many things are cooler than death and ghosts. Oh, and I’m also curious, how many of your guy friends are jealous you’re hanging out with me so much?”
“Shut up! But seriously, this is, like, our fifth weekend out in a row. We’ve been to seven different states. I could use a weekend to just hang around and play video games or something.”
“You’ve got your Switch, your phone, and books.”
He cast a side-eye at her.
“Okay, not the same, I know,” said Kaley. “But, at the rate the channel’s growing, I might be able to do it full time within the year. Besides, I thought...”
She turned her attention to the dark blue growing in the West. Hade saw sadness seep out of her deep eyes and found it himself pressed to either turn away or keep looking.
“I thought you were really enjoying the bonding time,” his mother said.
Her eyes sparkled like emeralds and she smiled in that mischievous, heartfelt way that had driven every guy she’d dated and all of Hade’s friends crazy. He rolled his eyes and admitted, “That’s been nice, too.”
She smiled brightly in a way Hade had seen make men whither. Then she turned it up into teasing saccharinity. “God, stop!” he said.
“Wimp!” Kaley chided him. “Fine, so next week we’ll relax.”
“Thank you,” he sighed.
She paused a moment, then asked, “Sure there’s not another reason you don’t like doing this?”
“What do you mean?”
She smirked and then waved her hands fingers. “Boooo!” she moaned.
Hade rolled his eyes
and turned his back to her.
“Sure you’re not s-s-scared?”
She approached him, her fingers dancing hauntingly around his head.
He brushed her hands away like they were bugs. “I’m not scared, Mom!” he said.
“Suuure you’re not,” she said.
Hade huffed and pouted, reminding Kaley that, despite what a handsome young man he was turning out to be, he was still a moody teenager. “Hade, you think I’m not scared when I do this? Well, I am. A lot scares me in life.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“That’s sweet, babe. But yeah, it does. Why do you think I do this? To face that fear.”
He folded his arms and lowered his head, perusing these ideas for the first time.
Kaley continued. “You’re going to have to face your fears, too. You can’t hide in cynicism and sarcasm. It takes real guts to be honest to your heart.”
“What Hallmark card did you get that from?” he said, not meeting her eyes.
“Probably a Halloween one, knowing me.”
“You are, like, the one person who buys Halloween cards.”
“And you keep every one of them.”
He tried to hide his smile, but to Kaley, it just made him look sweeter.
“Now, ready to shoot?” she asked. “I want to get some exterior shots and exposition out while there’s still sun.”
Hade relented, holding up the HD camera. Kaley’s adjusted her outfit and positioned herself again, said “ready”, and then hade pointed to her.
”What is the legend of the Doll Boys?” Kaley’s said, perfectly mixing mystery, terror, and a sexy little use of her eyes and lips to get viewers glued to their screen. Behind her was nothing but open fields and blue skies. “According to locals of the small town of Ramon, Oklahoma, there was a woman in the middle of the depression named Matilda Donaldson who lived in this house with her husband and three boys.”
The camera swung, revealing the dilapidated house while keeping Kaley in frame. It was a turn of the 20th century two story thing sitting five feet up on a low rise. Once it looked hand-built with love, but now looked like a jumble of old wood, dust, and forgotten memories. Wild grass and weeds, yellow and dry, sprang up around it like drying hair on a dead a nimal. Only the five stone steps leading up to the porch looked clean. Kaley paused to let the silence of the house speak for itself.
“According to local legend, one day, as food was scarce and farming difficult, Matilda’s husband Gerald went out to look for work. But, he never came back. Some say he was killed by transients, others that he hopped a train, others he met a woman at a local speak easy and skipped town. Whatever happened, it left Matilda to care for their three sons by herself. Marcus, age 13, Bobby, 14, and Jimmy, 15, were rambunctious kids known for spirited attitudes and causing trouble around neighboring farms and in town. Matilda had her hands full, until one winter, when the boys grew sick.”
Kaley moved onto the front steps. Hade held back, to give the camera a full view of her approaching the home, to build a sense of dread as it dwarfed her, and also to give viewers a nice shot of her in her tight jeans and boots. She paused when her feet reached the porch and turned, showing her curves off to the camera.
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“Over one long weekend in 1923, Marcus, Bobby, and Jimmy left this world. But, they didn’t leave their mother’s heart, or her home. Because, wracked with grief over the loss of her entire family, Matilda Donaldson lost her mind. But, she still had the bodies of her boys. And there’s one other thing...” Kaley lowers her head, her voice growing grave. “Matilda Donaldson spent her free time making and selling puppets.”
She kept a somber glare on the camera as Hade moved it in. “And so, over the course of a long week in the winter of 1923, Matilda Donaldson made herself Christmas gifts that would never leave her, always love her, always be there for her.”
Hade stopped the camera halfway up the steps, close behind Kaley, her upper body filling the scene and the house behind looming over her. Shadows from the porch leaned over half her face.
“And so, Matilda Donaldson lived with her doll boys, until the bank foreclosed in the early spring. When the authorities found Matilda, she’d been malnourished and passed out for days in her bedroom, surrounded by her boys. She’d turned Marcus, bobby, and Jimmy into dolls: hollowing them out, stuffing them, and using a mixture of wood and lacquer to polish and preserve their skin. She was taken to a nearby hospital, but died the next day. The dolled up remains of her sons, were taken to a funeral home to be given a proper burial along with her. But...” Kaley let the word slide out and longer on her tongue, pressed just to the edge of her lips. “They were never buried. The doll boys and the body of their mother disappears. The house fell into ownership of a local bank, but it never sold.”
Kaley stood on top of the porch, legs spread out strongly. Hade followers her up, and positioned the front door behind her.
“From the Great Depression onward, locals have claimed to have seen the Doll Boys staring out windows, watching for neigborhood children to play with. The most recent sighting was just two years ago, when a couple and their daughter vacationing from Texas were driving by and stopped o take a picture. The parents turned their backs, and while they did, the little girl walked up to the house. When the dad got there, he asked her girl why she’d come up to the house. ‘Dolly’x the little girl replied. The dad looked in the windows and saw nothing. But, when he returned to the car, his wife had asked him if she had gone to get a closer look at the three dolls near the window.”
She paused for dramatic emphasis. A light fall wind tussled her hair.
Kaley continued, “Today, we’re going to talk to locals about the legend of the Doll Boys, reveal the history of Matilda Donaldson and her sons, and uncover the truth behind the legend of the Doll Boys.
“…And, cut.”
Hade turned off the camera.
“Okay,” said Kaley, brushing her hair idly, “what do you think?”
“Pretty good,” Hade answered.
“Dramatic enough? Get some good shots of me?”
Hade sighed. “Yes, it was fine. You did your usual awesome job.”
Kaley paused, studying him. “I can’t tell if this is normal teenage scarcasm or high teenage compliment.”
He smirked.
“Okay, great!” Kaley said. “Next, we’ll get some spooky atmospheric shots from around the house, and then go inside.”
Hade stared up at the place. From the photos online and what the real estate owner had shown them, it didn’t look that imposing. But the thought of going in as night came, as he knew his mom would want to do, made him tense like he was wrapped in wire.
“You, uh, you sure we’re okay to go in?” he asked.
“What?” Kaley said. “Of course. You heard what the owners at the agency in town said. You think they’d have given us directions if they wanted us to stay away? Now, come walk around the house with me.”
Kaley hopped back down the steps and started for the right side of the house. Hade followed languidly, the camera up and recording in case Kaley saw anything interesting. They waded through the dry grass, scratching at them as their pant legs as they did. The right side of the house had a small outcropping from a nook in the living room, and in the corner behind it was the shriveled remains of a long dead bush. In the back was a door in the ground leading to the cellar, and a small door leading out of the living room, and what had once been a path leading out towards the back field, the rusted remains of a clothesline, and the fallen remains of a small shed a dozen yards off from the main house.
“What was the shed?” Hade asked.
Kaley shrugged. “Just a storage shed, apparently. Fell down sometime after Matilda and the doll boys disappeared. People have picked through it, there’s nothing. But we can do some footage on it later.”
Hade nodded and continued. The other side of the house was flat save for a few windows, all but one in the attic was cracked, broken, and long since boarded up. As they walked around it, Kaley had Hade pause and get a few still images and “B-roll” of shots of the house from various angles, to use for setting mood and for segues.
As they came back around to the front of the house, Kaley said, “Okay, now for the quick walk-in of the front door and living room.”
Hade nodded and followed her up the stairs. They often did that, just to make sure there weren’t any safety issues with hanging nails or broken floorboards or anything. Potential ghosts weren’t as big a fear for them as tetanus. Still, Hade kept the camera on and ready in case they saw anything interesting or something happened.
Kaley pulled out the key the real estate agency had given them and reached for the knob. She gave Hade and the camera a knowing wink, then unlocked it. The lock slid with a rumble and the door opened with an almost too-quiet whisper of old metal and wood. Kaley stepped calmly inside and Hade followed.
The first room was a small entry way, the ruins of an old coat rack laying against a corner. A doorway to the left revealed small reading room, on the right a dining room, and in an door on the right of the wall ahead of them, they could see the kitchen. Even with the afternoon high, the light came in as thin, sharp lines through the boards on the walls and dimly through faded old and broken glass. But they could still see pretty clearly.
“It’s…kinda spooky,” Hade said, almost defeated.
Kaley sighed sadly. “Yeah, maybe it’ll look better at night. Just looks…old and dusty.”
Kaley took a cautious step forward, testing the floorboards, and finding them solid. She took a small flashlight out of her jacket pocket and flicked it on. “Okay, watch for loose nails and boards.”
“And pipes and dirty water, I know,” Hade said.
They took a peek into the small reading room, now just worn down wood floors and empty bookshelves built into the walls, and then journeyed through the rest of the house. The dining room was just a bare square, the kitchen old and faded green cabinets and counters, and an stairs leading up to the second floor, and in the doorway below them, stairs leading down to the basement.
“Okay, floors seem stable, good so far,” Kaley said, standing in the middle of the kitchen.
“Pretty big place for the middle of nowhere,” Haded commented.
“Remember what Mrs. Greer at the library said? Rumor was, Mr. Donaldson was a bootlegger, so they could afford it.” She cast an eye to the stairs. “Want to explore up or down?”
“Let’s get the scary basement crap out of the way,” he said. “I always hate that part at night.”
Kaley walked over to the doorway under the stairs and opened it, revealing a flight leading down to complete darkness. Her flashlight beamed down, revealing a flat patch of dirty floor at the bottom.
“Carefully, carefully…” she said as she took her first trepidatious steps down. The floor creaked under her weight, and then Hade’s as he followed, groan or break.
Hade had the camera up, ready, gripping it tight. Kaley sucked in a breath as she came down the stairs and shone her light around. All that greeted them were cobwebs and the smell of rich, cold earth and more dust. The basement was about the size of the kitchen, four supporting posts sticking up from the ground. The walls were bare stone, and to the right was another set of wooden stairs leading up to the outside entrance. A modern bronze lock kept it shut, put in place by the real estate agency.
“So is there, like, hideen bootlegger money or something?” Hade asked.
“No, but there could be black widows,” Kaley said.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. See everything?”
She paused, listening. Hade went still and quiet. She would often do this, waiting to see if there was a sign during the day. There was a slight groan, making Hade jump a little. But it was just wind brushing against the old wood outside.
“Think we should start here after we tour the first
floor tonight?” Kaley asked. “If she was gonna turn the boys into dolls, odds
are she’d have done it down here.”
“Hmm,” Hade hummed, “I don’t know. She would’ve had to do
something with their innards and stuff, and I don’t see a bathroom or sink down
here.”
“Right. Thinking upstairs?”
Another gust of wind whistled past the house. Then, there was a distant rumble from upstairs, and the sharp sound of shattering glass. It wasn’t the first noise they’d heard in a house or building. But even so, Hade still swallowed dryly, while Kaley’s eyes went wide in fear and she smiled in anticipation.
“Definitely upstairs!” she said, and bounded for the steps.
Hade followed her as she flung herself up: into the kitchen, then around the stairway and up to the second floor. The stairs ended in the middle of a hallway that ran left to right. Old and faded windows on both ends let in a semblance of light. Two doorways st on the left side and two on the right. Without a word, Kaley slowly approached the one on the right. She gripped the knob tight, looked to Hade to make sure the camera was running, and opened it.
It was an old bathroom, holes in the ground where the but and toilet used to be, with an old cabinet and sink still there, rusty and dust covered with age. A mirror was faded into obscurity, and an uncovered window sat near the tub, and old curtain rod hanging on the sill. But both the mirror and window, though cracked and old, were intact.
She turned and opened the other door carefully, finding what looked like a guest bedroom or one of the sons’ rooms. But the windows here were all boarded up.
“Next rooms!” Kaley hissed. She hustled down to the other end of the hall and the two doors opposite one another. They were what must’ve been the other kids’ room, with its bright blue wallpaper torn and faded, and the master bedroom, a deep green. But again, the rooms were dim as the windows had been boarded up.
“We definitely heard that, right?” she asked ss they stood in the silent master bedroom. Her words echoed out off the walls and through dust and cobwebs.
“Yeah, definitely,” Hade said, the camera swinging wildly.
“Then where…” Kaley wondered. Then, her eyes went wide with realization. “Wait a minute…”
She went back out the hall, and said, “Aha!” Hade followed her to a small rope hanging down from above where the stairs met the hallway.
“Attic!” she said, gripping the rope’s small knot and tugging.
“That’s a terrible idea,” Hade said.
Kaley stopped and said, “You’re right. Let’s go look outside and make sure the window is broken before we try to pull this down.”
The two of them descended the stairs, hade trying not to trip as he followed Kaley.
“Okay,” she said as they reached the first floor, “you go out front, I’ll go around back, and we’ll check the two attic windows.”
Hade nodded, and turned to go out front, then stopped. “Mom...” he all but whispered.
Kaley turned to see him staring at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes were fixed on the door to the basement. Open.
“D-didn’t we...” he said.
“We did,” Kaley said quietly.
They moved away from the stairs and slowly circled around. The door to the basement was indeed open, swung wide against the wall, blackness open up to them. Only silence came out of it.
“See any strings or fake hinges?” Kaley said, crowding down. Hade hesitantly followed, aiming the camera at the frame and hinges.
“No,” he said, “maybe they...”
“Play...” came out of the hole.
They jumped back. It sounded high and hollow, but off key, like a tiny flute with too many holes.
“Did you...” Kaley whispered. She and Hade stood three feet away, their backs pressed against the wall. Hade held the camera close, aiming it at the darkness like it were a weapon.
“Mommy...” the voice cooed again. A smell like dust and old varnish blew up at them.
Their skin was like electrified ice. They’d been doing this for a year and a half, and nothing this palpable had ever touched them. Kaley has sworn she’d felt things on the back of her neck, and Hade had sworn he’d heard voices in the dark. They’d captured fleeting images At night and moaning sound that were almost words, but nothing like this.
“Maybe we should...” Hade began to say.
Without speaking, Kaley reached over and flicked on the big vision feature on the camera. The screen switched to fuzzy black and green. There was something round and white at the foot of the steps.
Hade pointed the camera in and saw through the screen just a dark hall. He tried to nudge it open with the camera, afraid something might grab him or that it might suddenly slam on his hand. Then, another moist groan, “Uhhh,” wafted out of the dank slit. Unmistakably Kaley. He grabbed the ledge with both hands and swung it open, the stone and wood grinding on the dirt floor.
He stood, camera pointed like a gun down the exposed secret hallway. He took a few nervous breaths and forced himself in. He had to duck a little, as it wasn’t even six feet high, and followed it as it went out past the house and under the yard. The light from the cameras screen showed like a dim green lightning bug. Hade could only see a few feet ahead of dry brick wall and wooden beams, with cobwebs and dust for decoration. He continued slowly, give feet, then ten.
Then, the hall came to a turn, and he something dark on the ground. Slumped and shiny, hade jumped, first thinking it a dead animal. Then he noticed it was his mom’s jacket. He picked it up, feeling it was cool. Then he saw something pale. Next to the jacket was her shirt.
“Ah!” Came Kaley’s voice, louder.
Next to that were her pants. And shoes. And her underthings...
“Gah!”
“Mom!” Hade yelled. He pointed the camera down the hall and saw a small vertical line of light. He ran for it.
“Hur! Uhn!” Came towards him. Desperate, gasping, choking sounds.
The light grew closer. A slit in the wall, another hidden door.
“Mom!” Hade cried.
“Hmf!” He heard her cry.
He reached the door and slammed his body into it, throwing the brick and wood panel wide. Pale, dim light flooded his eyes. And when they adjusted, he gasped as if the air in his lungs had FSU’s appears and his blood had frozen.
The room was the size of a small shed. A shelf in the back was filled with rusted tools and dusty glass bottles, next to an old, moldy tub. A part of Hade’s brain processed that this was the Donaldson’s secret distillery. But overpowering that and any other thought was what was before him.
His mom, Kaley, was on her hands and knees, the three Doll Boys swarmed over her. She was dressed in a clean, sleeveless, short white baby doll dress with pink polka dots that ended mid thigh, white stockings and pink shoes, and small white gloves on her hands. Her black hair was done up in high, spilled inky pigtails with pink bows tying them. The intense, teasing, intimidating woman he knew had been redressed as a scared pastel plaything. She looked like a chewed piece of bubblegum that had fallen onto a dusty floor. The three doll Boys surrounded her.
The shock of the location, of her dress, and seeing the Doll Boys again made it take him a moment to realize what they were doing to her. To process that one was on the floor under her , one was behind her, one in front of her, it’s hips need her mouth, all of their hands gripping her right, all of their pants down. The sounds of gasping air, lips smacking and sucking, and low, gutters moans thickened the air in the small room.
“Mmf! Hnn!” Kaley groaned, eyes scrunched tight in pain and humiliation, as the Doll
boy in front pressed a long, shining, smooth, pale penis in and out of her mouth while the doll boy kept a stiff grip on her pigtails. It’s expression was still the same, it’s
Body moving machine like, faint echoes of sound coming out of it. Her thick mascara melted down her cheeks with tears.
Hard smacks came from behind her. Kaley straddled atop one of them who laid flat on the floor, its dead hands gripping her rocking hips. Another stood behind her, holding her waist, and thrusting back and forth into her. Underneath her gurgles and moans, Hade could hear the slapping of her soft flesh on their smooth, hard, dead doll bodies, the slush and slosh as their rock hard, chalk-white dicks rammed in and out of her, and the creak and groan of their dead, perfectly kept bodies.
“M-Mom!” Hade yelled.
Kaley’s eyes shot to him and turned to white saucers with terrified dots in them. She went still, and then let out a low, terrified groan, “Hhaaaayyyymmmff.”
The Doll Boys didn’t pause. They continued their wet assault on her body, dead joints and stiff bodies creaking like the floorboards of the house, only threatening to break what was dancing on them instead of shattering themselves.
Her ragged gasps came out like strangled cries, chocked by the slick, dead, preserved penis in her mouth. Drool gleamed in the sickly light off her mouth and the Doll Boy’s organ. Her fingers clawed at the dirt, the Doll Boy in front, the tallest of them and still a few inches shorter than Hade, standing on her feet while it kept an inflexible hold on her head. But her eyes were pleading, begging, all but screaming, “RUN! GET OUT!”
But Hade could only watch as dull, shocked horror washed his body cold. He’d always avoided the comments section of her videos when guys would talk about how hot Kaley was, or when his friends would tease him for having a sexy mom, but having it thrust in his face, so unwillingly for both of them, was like being stabbed in the gut with ice.
And yet, a hot spear of blood thrust out from him.
It was then the Doll Boys turned their attention to him, heads rotating mechanicaly with the coldness and clacking of insects.
The sight of it was like a blow to his psyche, freezing Hade in place, his mind fragmenting like broken glass. But the flaming heat protruding out of him only throbbed.
And then he saw the skeleton laying in the far corner of the room.
“Hay...Hay, pweeeah,” Kaley gurgled out, the oldest Doll Boy’s dick sliding in and out of he rmouth.
“We like playing with mommy dolls,” it whispered out of its dry-well lips.
“Mommy liked playing with us,” the one behind her said, it’s voice a breathless echo. Hade could see its dry, smooth bone boring n and out of his Mom, her wetness glistening off it’s milky white torso. “Even after we got sick.”
The one standing behind her chirped, “And we liked playing with her after she made us toys. It was the smallest, its short pants around its knees, its long dick sticking out from under a sweater and into Kaley’s rear. Hot noises from her sank into the cool earth of the subterranean room. “We all liked playing forever.”
Kaley hacked out wet sobs, her opened tthroat making a sad, desperate sound.
“Forever,” they all echoed. Kaley cried harder. Hade grew harder.
“What we don’t like...” said the smallest Doll Boy.
Then all three of their heads rotated, smooth and hard skin creaking as the heads swiveled on their slits like dead cricket whisperes.
“Is playing with boy dolls.”
Hade’s skin felt like a frozen over lake, and then felt cold, invisible wire on his throat. He was jerked up into the air, an inch below one of the rotting wooden beams holding up the dirt above. His neck twisted one way and he felt other chill silk grp blu fire on his limbs and twist and pull in others. Joints and tendons pulled sharp in searing pain.
“W-Wayh!” Kaley tried to scream. But, the Doll Boys didn’t relent. They continued fucking her even as Hade was flung into the air, twisting like a fly about to have its wings pulled off.
Harsh, tears flowed hot down Kaley’s cheeks. Hade saw them and realized soon, there would be two skeletons in this room. And an interminable time later, there would be three.
The force twisted him, pulling his left arm up and his right leg back. Soon he would tear, and snap., Soon, they would continue to use his mom the way they had done theirs, and the room would be just dust and forgotten screams buried in the soil.
Unless he did something.
“I WANT TO PLAY!” he screamed.
The tension stopped, leaving him hovering like a still leaf.
The Doll Boys said nothing, their black, empty faces
awaiting more. He locked eyes with Kaley, a searing chain of fear, despair, and
hope between them.
“I want to play with my mommy doll,” Hade said.
Kaley breathed haggardly, the sound wet and gasping out of her filled mouth.
The tension on Hade’s body grew slack and he slowly drifted downward.
“Play?” asked the oldest Doll Boy.
Cold filled Hade’s bones, allt he heat flowing to one part of his body. His heart felt like a casket in the ground.
“I w-want to play with Mommy, too,” he said.
Realization filled Kaley’s eyes, deepeneing them with shock, but also something close to hope. The Doll Boys went motionless, still hollding onto and inside Kaley. Her head shook side to side as much as she could, but the dead boys’ grips were tight.
“Please,” Hade choked, “D-don’t hurt her, let me play.”
He continued descending, swaying his legs and reachign for the floor with his toes.
“Why?” asked the smallest. It’s tiny hands pinced Kaley’s rear, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.
“Because...” his eyes darted between Kaley and the skeleton. “Because I know another way to play.”
edit: have him suggest, and they tell him to show them.
They responded with silence. Kaley breathed heavily.
“Show us, the middle Doll Boy said from underneath her.
Then, Kaley lifted up in the air by her torso and the Doll Boys floated away. She drifted to the ground on her knees as they settled on the floor a few feet away, sitting upright and their heads turned attentively to Hade.
Hade’s feet touched the ground as the invisible force released him. He stood only a few feet from Kaley, who had turned to lay with her legs on the ground, propping her back up with her arms, facing Hade.
“Show us,” the littlest Doll Boy chimed.
Hade stood quivering in front of Kaley, a bulge sprouting in his pants, cold sweat dampening his lanky hair and skull cap. Kaley lay there, stunned, her baby doll dress hiked up to show more of her thighs than he’d ever seen. A look of terror and disbelief was planted across her tear streaked face.
For a moment, all they could do was breathe and stare at one another. Then, the oldest Doll Boy sharply hissed, “Take off your clothes and show us.” And Hade fumbled in the direction of his pants.
Kaley shook her head. “No, no, Hade baby...” she muttered.
The button of his jeans came undone, the fly drawn down in an angry buzz. “If I don’t,” Hade said, “T-they’ll r-rape you to death.”
Kaley’s lips shut tight and pursed in fear, her eyes wide in disbelieving fear. Her jaw clenched tight.
Hade pulled his unzipped pants apart and dropped them, revealing tight black undies and a decent bulge underneath.
They’ll kill us, Mom,” he said.
Kaley breathed hard in and out of her nose. Hade stood there, dumbfounded, almost too terrified to move. He swallowed and licked his lips.
“Pull up your dress,” said the middle Doll Boy in a deathly whistle of sound.
Without moving her eyes from her son, Kaley gripped the edged of the sheer white fabric and pulled them up, her fingernails on her flesh, the fabric softly, quietly sounding like silk wind in the dead room. Though her knees were locked together, she pulled up to reveal her shaved vagina, lips hot and red from being used, her hips lovely and more ample than her thin frame gave her credit. As cold air brushed against her nethers, she winced, fresh tears raining down, , her mouth curled in horror, and a soft whimper escaping them.
“Show your mommy your toys,” happily hissed the littlest Doll Boy.
Hade fumbled with his underwear. The fabric stretched as he pulled it around from his tight, small butt and down over his penis. It was almost six inches long, somewhat thin, and pink, flush with fear pumped blood.
“No, Hadey, no,” Kaley begged, “Please...”
“Show us,” the middle Doll Boy said.
“Play with mommy,” ordered the youngest.
His pants and underwear constricting his legs, Hade hobbled down onto his knees, touching Kaley’s feet. She gripped her dress tight, her legs even tighter together. She and Hade kept their terrified, pleading eyes on one another, a wincing and pained look on hers, eyes pleading “no,” a desperate and almost hopeful look on him, eyes saying, “this may keep us alive.”
“Play with him,” ordered the largest Doll Boy.
Kaley slowly opened her legs, knees wobbly and bucking on the ground. Hade lowered himself down, his arms on either wide of her, aiming his hips at hers.
“Play, play!” blew the younest.
“Show us!” the middle cheered.
“Or we will play harder,” the oldest threatened.
Hade steadied himself and pointed his hard, throbbing dick towards Kaley’s open hips. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and bit his lower lip. Kaley tugged her elbows in, still propping herself up, her fingers clutching her dress and pulling it up now above her waist. She turned her head and shot nervous, frightened air out of her nose, begging cries dying in her throat.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Hade whispered, “I’ll save you.”
“Oh God, Hadey,” Kaley whimpered, “No, oh God, please...”
[editing]
Hade pressed forward until his tip found her lips. Never having had sex before, he didn’t think to use a hand to guide it in. And Kaley was too terrified and disgusted to touch it. But after a few pokes of his hips, Hade found her lips.
He sucked in air and held it in his chest like it was the last he would breathe. Kaley clenched her teeth. His tip slid into her already wet pussy, the sloshing clenching the only sound in the room. Hade gasped at the warm, tight, soft wetness. Kaley let out a small cry at his size, his body actually warm, his flesh soft, compared to the rough, smooth, coldness of the Doll Boys. He pushed in, his shaft filling her. Kaley involuntarily clenched onto him, his dick a gentle caress after what she’d endured.. He pressed all the way in, their hips meeting in soft embrace.
“Hah...ah!” he breathed.
“Ung...ooh…,” she moaned
They laid locked their for a moment, trapped in pleasure at the bottom of a black cave, warm together. Kaley felt so incredibly warm to Hade, like a warm bed after a long cold day, mixed with a hot bath that made him both clean and dirty. He shuddered and sent vibrations of pleasure into her. Kaley thought of Hade’s father, how he would just pump into her as hard and fast as possible, then leave her to satisfy herself after his few minutes were ticked away. She could feel every shiver of new experience and the gentle push of his hips into hers, and felt a gentleness, and intimacy, she hadn’t in all her recent years of failed relationships and random hook ups. Maybe something she hadn’t ever felt. Something that made the cold roughness of the dead boys that had just been violating her disappear like a sudden shift in weather.
Around them, the Doll Boys watched, silent and intent.
“Ah, huh, ah...” Hade breathed deeply.
“Hoo...oh,” Kaley breathed slightly calmly.
“Play,” said the oldest Doll Boy, sounding more curious than commanding.
“Mom,” Hade whispered. And then, he gently pulled out a little and thrust back into her.
“Ah...uh,” Kaley moaned. It was so warm, so soft, nervous, tender. Had she ever taken someone’s virginity? The thought ran around in her mind to distract her from the fact that right now, she was being forced to take her son’s.
Hade pumped gingerly in and out, feeling the silken electric sensation for the first time. The warmth of the feeling was the only thing keeping him grounded and sane and not screaming and running into insanity and death. He pressed his hips softly into his mom’s each time he went deep into her, a hip hug to let her know she was going to be okay.
Kaley thought of how she had just been raped by the preserved doll bodies of three young ghost boys. She had been groped before, had men threaten her, but never this. Never anything like this. She’d had no choice, she’d had to save Hade. It had been horrible, degrading, waking up with these clothes on, her hair done, like a doll, and then, without warning, they had circled her and put themsleves into her, barely time to get wet in cold fear to keep from being hurt. And when she saw the skeleton, all she could think was that she had at least saved her son. And then, seeing him come down the hall, feeling him here…
“God, Hadey,” she cried. She sobbed silently, feeling unnatrual, violated. But also, with his hard hotness inside, she felt not alone, she felt safe. Without thinking, she moved her hips with his.
“It’s gonna be okay, Mom,” Hade whispered to her. “It’s gonna be okay.”
He turned his head in the direction of the Doll Boys, still clenching his eyes shut. “S-see? Soft, g-gentle. Lasts longer, she likes it.” He moved his head back down and continued to slowly thrust in and out of his mom.
Depsite everything, the fear of the dead boys staring at them, the skeleton reminder in the corner, the dankness and darkness of the room, Hade couldn’t help but feel almost warm. And not just the warmth from Kaley, but like they had entered into a secret, something only they would know, to keep out the cold forever.
If they made it out alive. If he wasn’t just searching in this black empty death and fear for a way out.
“Huh, Mom,” Hade grunted quietly, slipping in and out of her.
Kaley bit her lip to keep her stomach down, but hot breaths from pulsating lungs steamed out.
“Oh God, Hade,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.
She tightened her hips each time he bored in. Kaley felt the cold ground beneath her, a constant reminder that no matter what she was experiencing, death was close enough to touch.
But life felt closer. It was on her, in her. Life she had given, life trying to save her.
Finally, Hade and Kaley opened their eyes. They stared at one another, into one another. The skin of fear and disgust peeled away as they sank into warmth, sank deeper into hope, deepest/dove into love.
“Mom,” hade whispered, his blank eyes stuck on her blanks. Silence passed for a moment, filled only by the sounds of their bodies moving into and against one another.
“Hade, Hade,” Kaley said,
Hade blushed so hard it looked like he was bleeding embarrassment. Kaley’s face, bleached by fear, now had burning cherries on her cheeks.
Hade’s hips rhythmically thrusted up and down, in and out. Kaley let out a low loan, like the first gust of a summer storm.
“Do you like it?” Hade called out.
The Doll Boys were silent. Then, the oldest pine whistled in a voice as quiet as the littlest’s, “yes.”
Hade swallowed and ran in and out of Kaley again, liquid smooth movements of tingling hot electricity.
“Hade,” Kaley said.
“Mom,” her replied.
Then their mouths moved for one another. Lips met in heat and writhing passion. They breathed each other in and out, their own ecosystem of love and lust, lost at the bottom of a bottomless hole.
Kaley laid onto the ground, and Hade laid on top of her. She spread her legs and lifted them up, and he wrapped his arms around hers and angled his hips down.
Hade cried, “Mom, oh Mom,” into her ear.
“That’s it, Hade, that’s it,” Kaley whispered back. “You’re doing fine, baby. Ung!”
The Doll Boys sat still surrounding them. But not silently.
“Yes, yes!” Cheered the littlest one.
“Show her how to have fun,” said the middle.
“Play nice, play nice,” added the oldest.
Their words, and the reminder they were there, was like a chill wind on their bodies. They both shivered, but moved harder into one another.
“I’m saving you, Mom,” Hade gasped. “I’m s-saving you.”
“Us, baby,” Kaley added, her lips, tongue and words caressing his ear. “You’re saving us.”
Hade lifted his upper body up to take a look down at Kaley. Her tear streaks were still there, but now a shocked smile sat wide on her face. She sniffed, then lifted her dress up to reveal her breasts, healthy mounds shifting slightly to the sides of her body. He remained still. Then, she rocked her hips a little.
“Save us, baby,” she said, shifting herself off and on of Hade.
-emphasize he fear they both feel, that they’re fighting the joy and it’s not natural to them. Save the euphoria for he last scene.
Softer version of scene where they enjoy it; editing to make it worse, them terrified, saving them enjoying it for night in bed at home when they’ve escaped
Hade pressed forward until his tip found her lips. Never having had sex before, he didn’t think to use a hand to guide it in. And Kaley was too terrified and disgusted to touch it. But after a few pokes of his hips, Hade found her lips.
He sucked in air and held it in his chest like it was the last he would breathe. Kaley clenched her teeth. His tip slid into her already wet pussy, the sloshing clenching the only sound in the room. Hade gasped at the warm, tight, soft wetness. Kaley let out a small cry at his size, his body actually warm, his flesh soft, compared to the rough, smooth, coldness of the Doll Boys. He pushed in, his shaft filling her. Kaley involuntarily clenched onto him, his dick a gentle caress after what she’d endured.. He pressed all the way in, their hips meeting in soft embrace.
“Hah...ah!” he breathed.
“Ung...ooh…,” she moaned
They laid locked their for a moment, trapped in pleasure at the bottom of a black cave, warm together. Kaley felt so incredibly warm to Hade, like a warm bed after a long cold day, mixed with a hot bath that made him both clean and dirty. He shuddered and sent vibrations of pleasure into her. Kaley thought of Hade’s father, how he would just pump into her as hard and fast as possible, then leave her to satisfy herself after his few minutes were ticked away. She could feel every shiver of new experience and the gentle push of his hips into hers, and felt a gentleness, and intimacy, she hadn’t in all her recent years of failed relationships and random hook ups. Maybe something she hadn’t ever felt. Something that made the cold roughness of the dead boys that had just been violating her disappear like a sudden shift in weather.
Around them, the Doll Boys watched, silent and intent.
“Ah, huh, ah...” Hade breathed deeply.
“Hoo...oh,” Kaley breathed slightly calmly.
“Play,” said the oldest Doll Boy, sounding more curious than commanding.
“Mom,” Hade whispered. And then, he gently pulled out a little and thrust back into her.
“Ah...uh,” Kaley moaned. It was so warm, so soft, nervous, tender. Had she ever taken someone’s virginity? The thought ran around in her mind to distract her from the fact that right now, she was being forced to take her son’s.
Hade pumped gingerly in and out, feeling the silken electric sensation for the first time. The warmth of the feeling was the only thing keeping him grounded and sane and not screaming and running into insanity and death. He pressed his hips softly into his mom’s each time he went deep into her, a hip hug to let her know she was going to be okay.
Kaley thought of how she had just been raped by the preserved doll bodies of three young ghost boys. She had been groped before, had men threaten her, but never this. Never anything like this. She’d had no choice, she’d had to save Hade. It had been horrible, degrading, waking up with these clothes on, her hair done, like a doll, and then, without warning, they had circled her and put themsleves into her, barely time to get wet in cold fear to keep from being hurt. And when she saw the skeleton, all she could think was that she had at least saved her son. And then, seeing him come down the hall, feeling him here…
“God, Hadey,” she cried. She sobbed silently, feeling unnatrual, violated. But also, with his hard hotness inside, she felt not alone, she felt safe. Without thinking, she moved her hips with his.
“It’s gonna be okay, Mom,” Hade whispered to her. “It’s gonna be okay.”
He turned his head in the direction of the Doll Boys, still clenching his eyes shut. “S-see? Soft, g-gentle. Lasts longer, she likes it.” He moved his head back down and continued to slowly thrust in and out of his mom.
Depsite everything, the fear of the dead boys staring at them, the skeleton reminder in the corner, the dankness and darkness of the room, Hade couldn’t help but feel almost warm. And not just the warmth from Kaley, but like they had entered into a secret, something only they would know, to keep out the cold forever.
If they made it out alive. If he wasn’t just searching in this black empty death and fear for a way out.
“Huh, Mom,” Hade grunted quietly, slipping in and out of her.
Kaley bit her lip to keep her stomach down, but hot breaths from pulsating lungs steamed out.
“Oh God, Hade,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.
She tightened her hips each time he bored in. Kaley felt the cold ground beneath her, a constant reminder that no matter what she was experiencing, death was close enough to touch.
But life felt closer. It was on her, in her. Life she had given, life trying to save her.
Finally, Hade and Kaley opened their eyes. They stared at one another, into one another. The skin of fear and disgust peeled away as they sank into warmth, sank deeper into hope, deepest/dove into love.
“Mom,” hade whispered, his blank eyes stuck on her blanks. Silence passed for a moment, filled only by the sounds of their bodies moving into and against one another.
“Hade, Hade,” Kaley said,
Hade blushed so hard it looked like he was bleeding embarrassment. Kaley’s face, bleached by fear, now had burning cherries on her cheeks.
Hade’s hips rhythmically thrusted up and down, in and out. Kaley let out a low loan, like the first gust of a summer storm.
“Do you like it?” Hade called out.
The Doll Boys were silent. Then, the oldest pine whistled in a voice as quiet as the littlest’s, “yes.”
Hade swallowed and ran in and out of Kaley again, liquid smooth movements of tingling hot electricity.
“Hade,” Kaley said.
“Mom,” her replied.
Then their mouths moved for one another. Lips met in heat and writhing passion. They breathed each other in and out, their own ecosystem of love and lust, lost at the bottom of a bottomless hole.
Kaley laid onto the ground, and Hade laid on top of her. She spread her legs and lifted them up, and he wrapped his arms around hers and angled his hips down.
Hade cried, “Mom, oh Mom,” into her ear.
“That’s it, Hade, that’s it,” Kaley whispered back. “You’re doing fine, baby. Ung!”
The Doll Boys sat still surrounding them. But not silently.
“Yes, yes!” Cheered the littlest one.
“Show her how to have fun,” said the middle.
“Play nice, play nice,” added the oldest.
Their words, and the reminder they were there, was like a chill wind on their bodies. They both shivered, but moved harder into one another.
“I’m saving you, Mom,” Hade gasped. “I’m s-saving you.”
“Us, baby,” Kaley added, her lips, tongue and words caressing his ear. “You’re saving us.”
Hade lifted his upper body up to take a look down at Kaley. Her tear streaks were still there, but now a shocked smile sat wide on her face. She sniffed, then lifted her dress up to reveal her breasts, healthy mounds shifting slightly to the sides of her body. He remained still. Then, she rocked her hips a little.
“Save us, baby,” she said, shifting herself off and on of Hade.
The coldness under her made Kaley feel like they were laying on a giant corpse’s tongue. She and hade felt like cheered up meat being grave swallowed.
Already they had done so much to her. Used her like a tool bench. She felt hollowed out by wooden dead flesh. And now...horrible, familiar heat aimed at her.
“Oh God,” Kaley cried.
Then Hade pierced her. Warm hardness smoothly slid into her worn lips. Kaley sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.
“Uh...ah!” Hade gasped. Then he pushed the rest of himself in, inches of flesh slipping into tight, silken heat. Their hips met as their bodies locked with one another.
“Oh God, God,” Kaley murmured.
Hade slid most of himself out and the thrust slowly back into her. The only sounds were their death-whisper breathing and the slippery, sloshing sounds from between them. The Doll Boys watched, silent, the stares from their black hole eyes like drapes on them.
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“I’ll sVe you, Mom,” Hade grunted as he rhythmically pimped his hips, fear and determination keeping him at a steady pace.”I’ll save you.”
“Us, Hadey,” she whimpered. “Y-you’re saving -ah!- us.”
Hade pressed his body into hers, the warmth between them the only thing letting him know he wasn’t dying in a cold nightmare. The unloving stiff things watching them, where they were, what he was doing, was all too much to comprehend. Kaley felt similarly, blocking it all out, what was happening to her, what had been done to her, even the pigtails she still felt and the dress she’d woken up in, all on the periphery of her mind. Only the warm hot sharpness Hade plunged into her felt real, the warmth of him the only reality. Disgusting and forbidden, but safe and alive.
“Yes, good,” said the middle Doll Boy. It rose up, neck first, and took slow, shambling steps towards them.
The oldest hovered up as well. “Show her fun,” it said as it approached.
“Play! Play!” The youngest hoarsely chirped, fluttering toward them like dry sticks caught in wind.
They approached like a dry winter storm. The ground under Kaley felt colder. Hade’s exposes bsck and legs chilled. Panic shocked his nerves and his hips bucked wilder, his grip on his mom grew tighter.
“Huh! Ugh! Huhn!” He gasped desperately in her ear. His dick began to burn.
“Slow, s-slow!” Kaley whispered. “Show them gentle.” Her clit, rapidly touched by his tip, tingled like a thundercloud about to break.
Hade slowed, his heart thudding like an explosive in his chest. Kaley felt it, and hers matched it.
“She’s having fun!” The smallest beeped. He stood near Kaley’s head, leaning down, his expression dead she glanced up to see his dead penis stiff and hanging like the board of a hangman’s noose.
Hade grew closer, a tightness in his rock hardness, electricity in his hips. “Mom Mom I’m sorry Mom Mom I’ll save us,” he rambled, his dick pulsating inside her warmth.
“Keep going,” the middle changed. He stood over them like a tombstone over an open grave. “Show her how to play. Help him have fun.”
Kaley’s hops bucked horse wild on their own, her silver legs raised up in the air around Hade. Though her eyes were clenched shut and she grit her teeth, her hot breath still hit Hade. And his hit her. “Go Hadey go save us oh God please...” she muttered as henthrovvef snd pushed inside her.
The oldest stood behind them, their bodies writhing below him like worms after a hard rain. His dead erect dick stood at them like a dowsing rod. “Play with her,” he whispered like a far away storms wind. “Play with him. Please each other.”
Then Hade began to shake. Kaley clutched him, awaiting the eruption. He pulled back and thrust deep into moist heat. Kaley yelped as his hot hard inches stretched her and slid against her clit. Her body trembled.
“Play with her! Play!” Bellowed the littlest.
“Make him happy!” Screamed the middle.
“Beat each other, mommy and doll. Do it!” Ordered the oldest.
Then Hade exploded, a volanic eruption of white shooting into her. Kaley’s body quaked and shook, vibrating from her hips outward as silver pleasure gushed into her. Her hips bucked hard into his, her legs trembling, his hips slamming forward and his body shaking, tectonic movements making a new continent of feeling between them.
“Mom! Mom!” hade screamed.
“Oh God Hade god god god!” Kaley bellowed back.
They throbbed and spammed against one another, their bodies lush with heat and sweating deep in the cold cavern. They embraced each other with their quaking, their bodies shaking. Their shakes turned to temples, then mild quivers, as forbidden pleasure shot through Hade’s body and out of him, as it emptied into Kaley, while her own spasms of fear and disgust and ecstasy evened.
As they calmed and cooled, breathing ragged gasps at one another, another sound filled the room. A great sighing, like a diesel train leaving a station far, far away. As their pants became regular, if scared, breathing, they opened their eyes. Kaley saw her son, who had done the unthinkable, shocked and guilty, but alive, alive. Hade saw his mom, whom he had never seen as anything but, fear streaked in the ruins of a fetishistic outfit, looking terrified and ashamed, but glad to be able to see him. They breathed st each other for a moment, their cooking bodies still locked together with chains of wetness and heat.
They looked around them to find the cave empty. There was no sign of the Doll Boys, only dusty dirt and an empty room. Even the skeleton was gone. All that remained of what had happened was them laying their, the doll clothes still clinging to Kaley, her own clothes in a heap by the doorway, and their camera, laying on the floor, pointing st them. The red record light was still lit.
Without a word, they slid off and out of one another, trying to ignore the sensitivity of their used parts and the moist sounds of separation. Kaley tore off her dress and threw her pants and shirt back on, Hade pulled up god pants, they grabbed the camera, and ran.
When they left, it was dark outside, and they hopped into their car and drove for Home. Past the motel, past the fancy new downtown, until the only remainder was a dim light on the dark horizon behind them.
Hours later, Kaley and Hade reached their home. Throughout the hours long drive into the early morning, they didn’t stop, Hade didn’t doze like he normally did on long rides. They came through their front door just as the sun rose and promptly went to their own showers. They stayed in their respective rooms until Kaley knocked on Hade’s door, the two saw each other’s weary faces, and they embraced in a death grip of love. They did not eat until dinner, and did not speak until after as night swept over their house.
“What do we do?” Hade asked. They sat on opposite ends of the couch in the living room, Hade in black pants and a sweater, his hair long and wet and lanky, Kaley in sweatpants, a long gray shirt and her hair back in a looks knot. On the table, between them, was Kaley’s camera. They kept their eyes on it.
“Evidence for the first time,” she said, like it was ice cream that had spoiled in her mouth. “And what they...”
She shivered. Hade looked at her, his hand almost moving for her shoulder, then stopped.
“We can’t show it,” she said.
Hade shook his head in agreement.
Kaley sighed. “But I...I can’t bring myself to delete it. It’s proof! And it’s...”
“Too much,” Hade whispered.
Her mouth upturned and she nodded.
“What do we do about...” hade asked, and trailed off. Kaley looked to him, and saw a look like a squirrel unsure if it should freeze or run away from an oncoming truck. A similar expression crept over Kaley’s face, like a terrified animal about to burst out of restraints. Her mouth worked weakly, her lungs beginning to pump wildly.
“W-what can we do?” She said.
Hade swallowed dryly, and nodded weakly. They turned back to the camera, like it was a bomb they weren’t sure was going to explode.
“Yeah...” he said quietly.
Shortly, they rose, went to their bedrooms, and after exchanging nervous glances, closed their bedroom doors without a “goodnight” or “I love you.” They were asleep before the sun fully fell.
***
[editing: need to connect Kaley’s love of macabre, Hade’s personality, and what happens to them together at a deeper level]
As night rose and woke, Kaley found Jerald staring at the ceiling. No moonlight shone in nor stars twinkles outside. Clouds blanketed with smothering darkness. She pulled off her covers, as if the touch of even anything felt violating on her skin. Without moving, she scanned the bedroom. The horror movie posters, gothic art, and goth fashion apparel lying about felt as comforting as a teddy bear and pacifier would against a wild dog in a Childs bedroom.
The empty air felt good on her body, a cool balm on her rough, abused skin. She pulled pulled of her sweatpants and shirt, letting her naked body breathe. She touched her hips, her thighs, her head, where their dead hands had grabbed her, feeling the tender skin and light bruises. She worked her jaw, still stiff from being forced open. Her lips had been generously applied with lotion after ten minutes of brushing her teeth, and while her face still felt sore to move or emote, it hurt less. Then her fingers explored south, to her vagina, the lips still tender, her behind and rectum sore. She had washed them with everything but bleach, and applied the richest lotion she’d had to them. She’d enjoyed seeing dirty things like that in trashy horror flicks, but her body felt traumatized like a dead locomotive had run over her. Her pussy’s lips were tender, her vagina like a muscle she had overworked. Laying on her back hurt her butt a little as well.
But as she gingerly touched her lips, something in the chill air tingled across them. She massages them with her fingers, heaving in and out a deep, labored breath.
Then she felt her nipples harden. The ceiling fan continued its steady blow acros here exposed body, sensing cool currents over her breasts, across her neck, down her stomach, into her nethers, around her thighs, between her toes. Kaley looked her lips. To be used so had been a nightmare she’d never conceived. To have been desired so by even the dead was another. To do what she did with her son, even in the name of saving their lives, and to have Came from it.... It was too much, too horrifying to comprehend.
And yet, like a sudden shift of weather, Kaley parred her lips and plunged her middle finger into herself. She was still moist from the moisturizing and slid in easily. She pressed in and out, teasing her clit with the tip of her nail. She caressed her body, rubbing her hands up her stomach to her chest. She massaged each Brest, pinching her nipples into pink needles.
“God, oh...God!” She hissed through clenched teeth. Though her body was sore, each new moment brought a hotter rush of lustful blood. All thoughts of why or how, if the trauma she and her son had endured, were drowned by the sudden hormonal wave. She pressed her finger deeper into her, cupped a breast harder. Her legs squirmed and she arched her back off the bed.
“Yes, yes!” Kaley hoarsely breathed. “Yes, use me. Oh God, use me.”
She turned left and right on her bed, eyes rolling back in pleasure. She was so lost in it it took her three or four turns to notice Hade standing by her bed.
“H-Hade!” She gasped, fixing her eyes on him, but not stopping.
Hade stood beside her bed, the bedroom door open behind him. He wore only a long black shirt. He had on no shorts or underwear, and was gripping his long, semi-thin dick. He stared at her, slack jawed, eyelids heavy, stroking himself.
“Muh...Muh...” he mumbled drunkenly. He continued staring at her, his hand going slowly up and down his shaft.
Kaley’s syed it, then him, his face almost lost in a gaze of drunken desire. She continued playing with herself, looking st his face, his dick, and back. She bit her lip, the sense of how wrong what would happen, what had happened, lost in the back of her mind.
Hade moved toward the bed, and she turned her legs to him.
“Come in, Hadey,” she moaned. “Oh, come in.”
Hade’s tongue wagged like a dog in heat. He released his dick just long enough to motion himself over Kaley. He stared down at her like she was a meal and he hasn’t eaten in days. Kaley looked up at him like a wet nightmare about to descend and that she didn’t care to stop.
Kaley splayed her knees open and pulled her lips apart with her fingers.
“Come on, Hadey,” she breathed, “come in Mommy.”
Hade nodded, his jaw working anxiously. “Mom...Mom,” he muttered. He took his dick in his aimed and aimed the tip at between Kaley’s legs.
She watched, biting her lip, as he headed for her. She arched her hips up towards him. He thrust his pelvis down. The tip touched.
“Cmon, cmon...” Kaley muttered.
“O-oh!” Hade said.
The tip went in. Kaley moaned out a breath. Then, Hade immediately began thrusting into her. She leaned her head back and gasped out into the empty air. “Gah!” Her mouth caved open, lungs emptied as Hade pounded into her
“Oh God, oh!” She yelled. “Uh! Hade, hade!”
Hade braced his hands by her hips and shoved himself up and down into her. Wet boises and hot moans and grunts humidified Kaley’s room.
“Momma, momma,” Hade grunted with each hard thrust. His eyes looked down unfocused towards her.
Kaley’s did the same. She rocked her hips in time with his, her tongue lolling in and out around her lips. Then, her eyes focused on himShe reached her hands up and caressed his face, taught but still plump with the fat of youth.
“That’s it, Hadey,” She said, “you saved us. Save us again.”
Images raced through the back of her mind. The death of her parents in a boating accicdent. The death of Hade’s father from cancer. The birth of her fascination with death. Life had seemed a half watched tv show blurring in front of the real thing.
Now with what she and Hade had faced, it felt real as the cold, life as hot as the sun. And life was in her, filling her, fulfilling her, life she had given that had saved her. All the reasoning and motives felt far away, behind the simple act of her sndnhe together.
“Mom, oh Mom,”’hade sang as he slammed himself into her. “Did I?”
“Ooh, yes you did, Hadey,” she crooned. “Uh, uh, yes you did.”
Their eyes glistened in the little light of the room. [put their kiss stuff here]
Despite the pain and horror and exhaustion of the last 24 hours, Hade’s dick still stroked and tingled Kaley’s clit wonderfully. She could feel it throb and move with each stroke. Her wetness and his moderate size made it easy to take as well.
“Oh, Hadey, yes,” she moaned.
“Mom, Momma,” Hade grunted.
They went in for another deep kiss, lasting a moon travel’s length, and pulled back. They stared deep into the glistening, passionate lights in each other’s eyes.
Then they noticed something glistening around them. Long strands of light, razor thin and silver, dangling up off their bodies. Hade saw them reaching up from Kaley’s head and arms, and Kaley saw them stretch from Hade’s body up to the ceiling.
Their eyes wandered, and found the Doll Boys surrounding their bed. Hade and Kaley almost screamed, then saw the Doll Boys were staring up at the ceiling. Hade turned his head and Kaley looked past him.
Laying on the ceiling was a woman, her skin as bleached white as paper. She wore a tattered white gown, revealing slender legs and arms, an undone bodice revealing heaving breasts that, instead of falling down towards the ground, floated like she was underwater. Her hair was white too, and waved back and forth weightless. Her face was a pleasant one of a graceful woman from a time gone by, soft and humble features, her mouth open in ecstasy, her eyes blank white.
The strings ran up from Kaley and Hade to her hands, which were busily working inside her dress between her legs. There was no sound as the woman weighed against the roof, as her fingers dug and played in between her legs, as the strands wavered around Hade and Kaley. The only sound was the occasional “ooh” and “mmm” from her open mouth, sounding like someone in a cave miles away.
“M-Mom?” Hade shrieked as he continued humping.
“It’s Mrs Donaldson!” Kaley screamed, still rocking her hips with Hade’s.
The ghostly apparition of the long dead depression era mother continued writhing on the ceiling, like a person swimming upside down, her hands kneading in between her legs. Her low, pleasured moans echoed like dim junebugs in the room. As she did, the strings danced and pulled along Hade and Kaley. And even as fear washed cold over them, their hearts still beat hot, and they still bumped and rocked against one another.
“Huh....oh...w-what does she want?” Hade screamed.
“I...I don’t know!” Kaley yelled back.
They continued grinding on one another, Hade’s thrusts not even stopping, Kaley’s hip bucks into him not slowing. Above them, Mrs Donaldson continued her ephemeral writhing, her hands still deep between her legs, threads from them still taught and unfelt on them.
“I...ooh...t-think she wants us,” Kaley whispered between moans.
A ghostly moan escaped from Mrs Donaldson’s lips, like a steam train barreling down from the end of a long dark tunnel.
“Mom,” whimpered Hade, “I’m scared.”
“M-me too,” Kaley whispered.
Their eyes moved back to each other. They groaned as their hips continued embracing on their own, their arms kept grasping each other, moans of pleasure escaping their mouths.
Their mouths grew magnetically closer with each breath and gasp. Their eyes widened in shock and terror. Then, as they breathed into one another, and their mouths locked onto one another. Their eyes drooped in a hot daze, and their bodies tightened together.
Their hips worked furiously as their mouths explored each other, tongues caressing one another, lips biting teeth. Hade pounded faster. Kaley bucked harder.
“Love...play...” moaned Mrs Donaldson.
Their breathing. Warmth, smell, sounds, became all Kaley and Hade could sense. They opened their eyes for one last love and lust filled half-glance, then melded with one another.
“Hrmph! Mmm!” Hade groaned as he thrust into her, his hips like stormclouds, shooting thunderbolts.
“Hmmm! Mmmm!” Kaley hummed back, rocking her hips back and forth, taking him all in.
Mrs Donaldson’s groans grew to a torrential wail that shook the room, rattling the bed. Kaley and Hade just shook harder.
After a few moments, they unglued their lips and sucked in air. The wailing died down to a modest breeze of s moan.
“Mom,” Hade gasped.
“Hade,” replied Kaley.
They breathed and stared at each other for a moment, recuperating, their hearts slowing. A minute passed, then two, as they only stared into each other, everything that had happened to them washing over in a hot, raining haze. Hade pulled out of her, and then rested on her for a few more minutes. Kaley held him, stroking his head and back, their eyes closed as they drifted into and through one another.
But the strings remained. And a new ghostly moan brought their attention back to the ceiling.
“More...” Mrs Donaldson moaned.
The strings shone, and before they knew it Hade was hard and Kaley was wet. Their eyes locked in frozen dread before his hips worked on their own and thrust into hers. Kaley’s legs spread wide and she gasped as she let Hade back into her.
“Play more,” droned Mrs Donaldson.
“Gah! Oh God!” Kaley gasped, deep throated pleasured moans turning to terrified shrieks.
“Mom! Mom!” Hade yelled, grunts if pleasure reaching their apex as frightened screams.
“Mooooore...” Mrs Donaldson wailed again.
They cl tinged like that again, for at least ten minutes, until their tired bodies couldn’t resist anymore and pulsed with pleasure. And after another, longer period of rest, the strings made them dance again. Their breaks grew longer, they grew more tired, it took them longer to complete. But still, the strings entangled them. Even as their words turned to gibberish moans and groans, as they became beaten and lost in an endless jumble of lusing chains, they continued. Mrs Donaldson kept making them dance.
Until early morning came. The sheets and bed below were soaked with sweat and other fluids. They were caked in layers of dried sweat and cum and vaginal juice, all but dehydrated and extinguished. As sun slid in through the blind slats, the voyeuristic Doll Boys disappeared, and then Mrs Donaldson herself seeped into the shadows.
“Fun,” she whispered. “More next night.”
She dissipated, leaving only the strings hanging in the air.
Their bodies feeling like spent shell casings, Hade and Kaley simply laid on each other. And as the strings began to fade, they began to cry.
“Mom....I’m so sorry, Mom,” hade hissed, his trial scratchy and dry, almost too dry for tears.
Kaley limply wreathed her arms around him. “Baby, hush. It’s gonna be okay, baby. You saved me once, you’ll save us again.”
He looked up at her, her tired, worn face a balm to his soul. “You think so?”
The strings began to disappear, though still connected to them. A shadow passed over one cast by a lamp, revelaling the strand still there, connected to Hade’s left arm.
“I hope so,” Kaley said. “I do.”
Hade gulped down a breath, stared open mouthed at her for a moment, then said, “I love you, Mom.”
Kaley paused, shock in her eyes. Then her features softened into a warm smile. “I love you too, Hadey.”
One by one, the strands hid, save the one still cast in shadow.
Hade leaned forward, Kaley leaned down, and they kissed.
Just before it disappeared, there was a sound, like a single mosquito buzz, a twang, as the string snapped.
