Desires of Hell
by Firebird.
Chapter 003 "Rove and Thorn"
Gord and Debbie appeared in the skies. They took in the magnificent views and
fresh air. Gord gagged but that was to be expected. The sun warmed Debbie's body
and the cool air made her skin tingle. For a while they played and enjoyed
themselves. Like excited little kids getting ready for their first day of school
... until Gord noticed something shiny in the distance. Debbie noticed him
staring and she too focused on the object.
"What is it Gord?"
"No idea Mistress. But it's coming this way."
The pair waited. And waited some more.
"FUCK!!!!"
The pair got the hell out of the way fast.
Only by pure luck they got out of the way of the 747. The backwash threw them
tumbling towards the Earth. Gord's wings slowly stablised him. However Debbie
didn't have wings and she ended up crashing into something soft and mushy. After
a few moments Gord landed nearby.
"Mistress Debbie, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. But what in Hell's fury have I landed in."
Gord looked around and finally saw a sign.
"Hhhmmm ... something called fertilizer. Smells nice though."
"Doesn't taste nice you little fuck, get me out of here."
After Gord removed Debbie from the steam stinking pile of crap, she washed
herself down and took in her surroundings. All in all it wasn't a great start to
her mission. _________________________
As with all stories there must be a good guy and a bad guy. Unfortunately for
the people of Earth and for all the young women who will be tortured in many
chapters to come our hero isn't going to be that heroic. He's not exactly good
looking. No real muscles to speak of either. His belly looks more like a keg
than a six pack and if he had an original thought he'd end up in a month long
coma.
Happily we can say his interference will be fairly minimal, but fate says the
wanker will corrupt many a good plan. His name is Thorn. He has a first name
which is kinda of nice but let's just call him Thorn for now.
Thorn worked in the exciting life of Gardening. He didn't actually own a garden
center ... or even managed one ... or did anything with plants. He was more you
could say ... a carrier of fermenting vegetation from compost heap to bags to be
sold outside the shop. However since Thorn didn't really have a good sense of
smell then it was an okay job. Let's just say he doesn't date much either.
Thorn cleaned off the shovel after a hard day's slog and put it in the shed. He
jumped aboard his valiant steed (an old rusty BMX bike which still had one
permanently rusted trainer wheel) and rode off into the sunset, albeit mostly
towards the left. He headed for home.
Most writers would write that the wind swept through his hair and the sweat
glistened off his young hot body. Fortunately he only lived half a block away so
let's forget the windy thing okay. Dumping his bike outside his house Thorn
entered the building.
It was an okay building. Single story, couple of rooms, it smelled like a
brothel. Nice pink gnomes in the front yard suggested someone was severely
colour-blind or had too much dope on their hands. There was the classic white
picket fence, although it was missing a few pickets. No bird poop anywhere to be
seen. I guess even birds didn't even think it was worth pooping on.
However Thorn had one thing going for him. His loving sister, Kate. She was a
darling brunette with a cute boyish body. Apart from the fact that she had two
boobs and a cunt she'd be so much like a boy it wasn't funny. Her hair blonde
and cut very short. She tended to moan a lot when she wasn't happy, which seemed
to be 110% of the time. She didn't go out much, just stayed in her bedroom.
Apart from when she needed to talk with Thorn ... like now. She stood in front
of him and crossed her arms.
"Mum's gone out. Make dinner."
And that was the end of the argument .. apart from when she kneed him in the
groin, but all girls do that to younger brothers ... especially their own. Once
Thorn had quit groaning and rolling around on the floor he got to the task of
fixing dinner. The only thing he could make was scrambled eggs. He heated up the
old fat in the saucepan and after several attempts managed to crack some eggs.
He watched them closely as they did breast strokes through the fat from one side
of the sauce pan to the other.
After a while he pulled them out and put them onto a plate, with toast. He took
them to this sister's room and knocked on the door. The door opened a little and
a hairy hand shot out and grabbed the plate. Thorn never wondered why his sister
who was so clean shaven had such hairy knuckles when she was in her room. She
also had a very manly voice from behind the door. He shrugged and walked away
not listening to the two distinct giggles emanating from Kate's hideaway.
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Debbie struggled to find her niche in life. First she had to learn all about
cars, planes, streets, sky-scrapers, indoor toilets, the Australians, and many
other big changes on the Earth. She recalled many of her slaves screamed about
their homes. Mostly it was "I WANT to go home." but occasionally she'd hear,
"This feels just LIKE home."
She did know that getting information wasn't easy. Getting a simple answer out
of someone without the use of hot pokers was like trying to get blood from a
stone. Gord kept himself dim when any Earthlings were nearby. Dim meaning he was
invisible. So Debbie was essentially on her own. She spotted a guy walking along
the street wearing a lot of gadgets on his belt and swinging a funny looking
stick. She put on her cutest smile and approached him for information.
"Hey you! Where do I go to find someone to torture someone else?!!"
Debbie didn't understand how this person could misunderstand her obviously
simple question. So she repeated herself but a little louder. The look of
perplexity was annoying so she threw some mild threats like I'm going to cut off
your genitals with a spoon and eat them. It was a good thing Gord appeared out
of mid-air and bit the man's head off before he fired the metal device he had
pointed at her.
"Mistress, I think we better get away from here and I also think we need to get
your some garments." said Gord picking at his teeth.
Even Debbie had to agree on that. Strolling around in a slinky bikini in the
middle of Vista wasn't bright. First clothes, then food and then somehow they
needed to get to LA. It was big, bright and filled with plenty of fresh girls.
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Thorn stretched and flexed his fingers. He strengthen his resolve to fight the
bad demons in front of him. He grabbed his instruments of death and started
hacking. He kicked forward catching a demon in the groin and then with the grace
of a ballet dancer spun and chopped off the demon's head. Blood spewed forth and
he continued his battle.
Another Demon went down with a shotgun blast to their face. Thorn jumped into
the air and did numerous 360 turns firing wildly all over the place. Demons
exploded into road kill. Vomit and blood flowed into nearby drainage systems.
After a while many demons lay dead before him. He held up his bloody battle-axe
in triumph. Now came the part where he had to face the head Demon. This dude was
bad, very bad. He was all spikes, teeth and a lot of drool.
Thorn rushed forward with an attack, swung his axe ...... and froze.
"Damn! .... Mum, the computer needs more RAM!" _________________________
Debbie was sporting a great outfit courtesy of a lady who died happily for her
cause. The lady was just standing there on the corner smiling to males driving
by. When Debbie approached her she said she was happy to do kinky stuff. So
Debbie killed her.
Pretty kinky aye?!
Now for transport. Debbie saw a lot of cars wizzing past and smoking around the
place but desired to have the wind in her hair again. Gord had already said no
to flying as Debbie had trouble making herself dim. So she decided to get a bike
and if the Mistress from Hell was going anywhere it had better be on a Harley.
An expensive one she announced.
Gord rolled his eyes and followed Debbie dimly into a Biker's bar.
Smoke stung Debbie's eyes but she soon got accustomed to it. She went over to
the bar and scouted the crowd. No one paid her any attention. This didn't go
over too well with Debbie so she decided to take action.
Grabbing the nearest mean looking bastard she asked, "Want a fuck!?"
"Get lost whore!" said the mean looking bastard and he continued walking and
drinking to the pool table.
Both Gord and Debbie watched dumb-struck as the man disappeared into the crowed.
"Gord, I just offered myself to that prick and he said ... no?"
Gord shook his head but luckily he had an idea, "He's gay."
"Oh okay ... he's gay. Cool ... um ... Gord, what's gay?"
"Hey pretty!"
Debbie turned to look at the direction of the voice. The man beckoned her over.
His mud encrusted shoes stunk out the whole area around him and they were
sitting up on the table. And worse, his feet were in them. His leather jacket
had seen better days. He had numerous tattoos all over his body and most of them
were implying insertion of long foreign objects into the female body. Debbie
smiled. It wasn't very often you learn something new from a tattoo.
What caught Debbie's eye was his face. He was clean shaven and really handsome.
There weren't any scars, warts or even a bloody pimple. Debbie liked him
immediately. He smelt of evil, money and intelligence.
"Name's Rove, what's yours?"
Well, maybe not that intelligent.
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