Terror Hits Home Part II
Billy and the boys stride back into the chantry, their steps light, expressions
cheery.
"Aww, isn't that the sweetest thing you ever did see?" Billy nods towards Joel
and Emily curled on the floor, smiles. "Good news, folks-it looks as though
your respective families are going to come through for you!" Lighting a smoke,
his voice lowers, "And you don't know what good news that really is-if we don't
get our money, they don't get their loved ones back alive."
Clapping his hands, Billy moves to the center of the room. "Okay! Time for the
fun to continue!" Nodding to Jimmy, he moves to the end of the line, prodding a
guest-THE guest--with his toe. "So, what do say, Mr. Big? You are, after all,
the star of the party-you ready to have a go with the girl?" Frowning at the
shake of his head, Billy turns, grabs Emily, forcing her to her knees before her
idol. "Just call me the answerer of wishes, the maker of dreams, girlie."
Unzipping, Billy pulls the man's cock out, shoves Emily's face down, smiling
beneficently as the man groans reflexively.
"Isn't she sweet?" Billy whispers into the man's ear, "Isn't she just the
greatest little cocksucker you've ever had?" Turning, Billy considers Joel's
sobbing form. "Oh, my-I think perhaps Joel would like to help his little girl.
And I know just the way he can do it!" Dragging Joel to the other end of the
line, he unzips the hostage's fly, presses Joel's head down. "No, don't fight,
Joel-the more you suck, the less jizz your little girl has in her belly."
Groaning in horror, Joel opens wide, taking his guest's prick in his mouth.
"And the word for today, gentle people, is COOPERATION." Billy kicks back,
dragging deep from his cigarette as father and daughter suck cock in unison,
their heads bobbing, gagging as their throats constrict. "Whoa, whoa, hang on
there," Billy leaps up, pulls Emily back before the cock in front of her can
spray. "How could I be so thoughtless? This is the man you squirm against your
pillow at night thinking of! When you touch your pussy, taste your fingers, you
imagine him!" Emily's head hangs in horrified shame, weak sobs shaking her.
"Why, I've got to give the girl what she wants!"
Pulling his gun from his pocket, Billy unties the guest of honor. "Fuck her,
bigshot. Try anything, and I'll blow you both away. MOVE!"
Lowering her gently, her crush, the man whose pictures adorn her bedroom walls,
pushes himself into her, unable to keep from hurting her. Emily cries
uncontrollably as he begins moving inside her, his cock grinding across the raw,
pushing over the torn, causing her to bleed more as she trembles under him.
Billy hums happily as Emily's fantasy man thrusts and heaves over her, looking
away only once at the sound of Joel gagging, sputtering as his mouth is filled
with cum. "Move him on to the next one." Billy waves absently, his attention
already drawn back to Emily and her dream. "Not inside her, loverboy," Billy
admonishes sharply, "the paternity suit would ruin you. On her face." Emily
turns her head to the side as the cum, thick and ropy, splatters her cheeks, her
eye, hangs down in strings as she whimpers.
Joel whines, his jaws aching as he is forced down on his next guest. His lips
are numb, bruised, his face wet with cum. He bobs his head mindlessly, sucking,
licking, breathing deep on the upstroke. His eyes are swollen, slitted, barely
open as he works it. His ministrations stop at the sound of a car approaching.
"Tie him up." Billy points to the spent man kneeling before Emily's face.
Jimmy rebinds him as Billy walks out the door, closing it softly behind him.
"No one told you to stop, Mr. Davies." Patrick strides over, begins yanking
Joel's head up and down. Jimmy steps to the door, but Patrick waves him off
with a sharp shake of his head.
"Bad idea, Jimmy-if we were meant to be out there, he'd have told us so."
Jimmy stops near the door, his brow furrowed at Billy's indistinct shouting from
outside.
"Something's wrong."
Patrick lets go of Joel's head, hunkers down on his haunches, "If something's
wrong, Billy will handle it."
"He said things were going well!"
"And no doubt they are-come on, lad, don't look for trouble. Come have a smoke
with me."
Jimmy retreats from the door, unconvinced. Billy's shouting peaks, the words
almost discernable, then begins to fade. Patrick and Jimmy smoke in silence,
Joel's slurping and Emily's crying the only sounds in the room.
Billy steps back into the room as yet another load fills Joel's mouth. Smiling
grimly at the groaning, the sputtering, he walks to hostages.
"Bad news, Mr. International Super Star," he grabs Emily's idol, still kneeling,
rebound, near her head, and drags him to his feet. "Your agent doesn't like
you very much, she called the cops." Shoving hard, he propels him out the door,
slams it behind them. The flat crack of the shot brings everyone's eyes to the
door. Emily's sobs become breathless screams. Jimmy strides to her, draws back
his foot, kicks her in the belly.
"Shut up, SHUT UP!"
Billy reenters, gun still in hand. "Well, now-that certainly wasn't how I
wanted to spend my night." His eyes move over the hostages, angry, "Let's hope
nobody else's family or friends decide to fuck with us rather than do as they're
told."
"Sweet Mary, Billy," Jimmy's eyes are wide, hands shaking as he scrapes his
spent smoke down the stone wall, "you didn't really kill him, did you?"
"Careful, Jimmy boy," Billy's eyes are narrow, cold, "don't go making the
mistake of thinking you're the brain here." Noting Jimmy's suddenly sullen
expression, Billy turns to Emily. "Now why isn't she over there helping out her
dear Da?" Hauling Emily by the hair, he pulls her to the next guest in line,
yanking the man's half-hard prick from his pants and planting it in her face.
Turning, he bends behind Joel, "Come on, laddie, on we go, almost finished."
Joel crawls on his knees to the next guest, whining as yet another cock is
pushed into his mouth.
"You see, lads, it's all about knowing your place and doing as your told."
Billy kneels behind Joel, his hand snaking around to reach into Joel's still
unzipped pants, working the trousers down around Joel's knees, "Jimmy, you could
learn a lot from my friend Joel here."
Unzipping his fly, Billy spits into his hand, wets his swollen tool and begins
pressing the head against Joel's clenching asshole. Joel's sucking stops, he
tries to pull away, but Billy's hand is firm on his neck, shoving him back down.
"No, now come on, do your job," Billy presses harder, his cock slowly forcing
the tight, unused hole open, sliding in as Joel screams through his nose,
"that's right, you do your job, and I'll do mine." Billy loops his arm around
Joel's hips, his other hand holding him by the neck, keeping his head down,
mouth filled. Joel's muffled cries are agonized, choked, his hips jerking
reflexively as Billy begins riding him in earnest. Billy slams into him
mindlessly, his eyes half-lidded as he rapes Joel's ass, more letting off steam
than taking pleasure. He smiles distractedly as he hears Emily gagging,
retching as her mouth is filled with cum.
"That little girl of yours is magic, Joel," Billy murmurs, increasing the force
of his thrusts, enjoying the guttural grunts and cries his motion causes, "I
think maybe I'll take her with me when this is all over, use her all up until
she hasn't even one more ounce to give-what do you think?" Joel's cries are
replaced with retching, gagging noises as another load of cum spurts into his
mouth. Billy moans, throws his head back as he plunders Joel's ass, thrusts
cruel, ripping. Joel whines, grunts, sobbing as he's shaken by the force of the
blows. Billy glances over, sees Emily moved to the final guest, lovely face
filled once more. He sighs deeply, pace becoming uneven as his cock begins to
jump in Joel's bleeding ass. "You've never had a load in your ass, have you
Joel?" Billy gasps as his orgasm hits, muttering, "Don't say I never gave you
nothing." Grasping Joel's hips with both hands, he grinds his tool deep in his
ass, flooding it with his cum, waves of it, thick and hot. Joel sobs, stunned,
horrified, his belly hurting, ass ringing with the pain of being stretched,
torn.
Rising slowly, Billy stretches, pulls his pants up. Joel curls on his side,
crying helplessly, pants still around his knees, blood and cum running in a
small stream from his battered asshole.
Billy's phone rings. He mutters, leaves the building once again. Jimmy, still
stinging from the correction, moves to where Emily kneels sucking, her eyes
blank, glassy. Kneeling behind her, Jimmy opens his fly, pulls his cock out.
Yanking her skirt out of the way, he slams home with no ceremony. Emily gives a
strangled, muffled cry as his cock lays open the raw flesh of her pussy, his
thrusts lifting her from the floor with their force. It's too much for the man
in her mouth, his cock explodes, spraying cum into her mouth and throat as she
gags.
Jimmy yanks Emily back, her back to his chest as he gropes her breasts. He
squeezes hard, relishing her squirming on his tool. Twisting her nipples, he
cranes his neck down, sinks his teeth into her neck as she screams weakly. Hips
thrusting wildly, he bounces her violently, fingers digging cruelly into first
her breasts, then her pussy, clawing at her lips, her clit as his cock slams
into her over and over. He isn't fucking her so much as punishing, taking his
anger and frustration out on her young body.
Billy stands in the doorway, watching as Emily is buffeted, her cries hoarse,
hopeless. Pulling his gun, he walks slowly to stand behind Jimmy, who is
oblivious to all but Emily's writhing, sobbing. Lifting the gun, Billy's face
is blank, almost peaceful as he pulls the trigger, bullet lifting the top of
Jimmy's head off, killing him before he even hits the floor.
"What the-" Patrick leaps to his feet, hand flying to his own gun at his belt.
"That would be a bad idea, Patrick," Billy levels his gun at him, shaking his
head, "the worst idea you ever had, I think."
"Billy?" Patrick's eyes are huge, round, his mouth working, stammering, "Jesus,
Jesus, Billy, what? What, why?"
"I didn't tell him he could do that." Billy's eyes are narrow, his tone flat,
"He just kept doing that-shit I hadn't told him he could do. Questioning me,
always second guessing, big, stupid mouth flapping when it should be still."
"B-but Billy . . ."
"Don't you start, Patrick." Billy shakes his head in warning, "Just be a good
lad, keep your mouth shut and do as I say." Patrick nods mutely, averts his
eyes as Billy grasps Jimmy by the arm, drags his body from the building. Wiping
his hands on his pants, he walks back in, puts an arm around Patrick's
shoulders.
"We need to talk now, Patrick." Smiling, his hand darts out, grabs Patrick's
gun from his belt. Shoving Patrick to the floor, he aims the gun, lip curling
in rage. "You called the fucking cops, Patrick, you narked us out."
Patrick shakes his head violently, hands up before his face, half pleading, half
blocking.
"No, no, Billy, I swear it wasn't me!"
"No?" Billy sinks down, sitting cross-legged on the floor, gun still aimed at
Patrick's chest. "Convince me, Paddy, tell me why I shouldn't blast your heart
from your chest."
"I swear, Billy, I would never have, it was Jimmy, it was all Jimmy!" Sobbing,
snuffling, Patrick tells Billy of Jimmy's deal-hand Billy to the government in
return for a commutation of his own brother's prison sentence. "I never thought
it was a good idea, Billy, I never agreed with it!"
"But you never told ME, Paddy," Billy's voice is low, dangerous, "you set me
up-and you let me shoot that man, thinking his agent had called the cops. He
was worth more than all the rest combined, the biggest thing we'd ever dreamed
of doing, and you let me shoot him." Rising, Billy shoves Patrick to his back
with is foot. "Roll on your belly."
"Please, oh, dear God please, Billy, what about Katie, the girls?"
"We'll take care of them, Paddy-we always take care of those left behind."
Sobbing, Patrick rolls onto his belly, whimpering as his arms are yanked
painfully behind, bound tightly at the wrists.
Reaching up, Billy yanks the mask from Patrick's head, revealing a young face
that would be handsome, were it not screwed down with fear. Turning, Billy
raises the gun, pulls the trigger, killing the guest before Emily. One by one,
sharp, flat reports echo as he shoots them. When finished, only four remain
alive in the chantry-himself, Patrick, Emily, and Joel.
Wiping the gun carefully, he tucks it in his belt and walks to Joel, lifting him
to his knees almost tenderly. Grasping the sides of Joel's face, he forces him
to look into his eyes.
"Pay close attention, friend-there's only one way for you and your little girl
to get out of this alive." Nodding, sobbing, Joel listens as Billy outlines the
plan.
"That's a good lad, smart lad," Billy pats Joel on the head, then reaches down
to untie him. Joel whines as the blood returns to his arms, muscles protesting
as he drags a sleeve across his cum splattered face, struggles to pull his pants
up, hands trembling too violently to work the buttons . "That's right,
Joel-clean yourself up a bit."
Turning, Joel rises shakily, begins to approach Emily, but Billy warns him off.
"Not yet, lad. Come here." Motioning toward Patrick, he smiles at Joel.
"Anything you'd like to give him? Any last little gifts?"
Growling hoarsely, Joel drops to his knees, grabs Patrick by the hair, grinding
his half-erect cock into Patrick's face.
"That's good, lad-open his mouth, give him what he deserves."
Joel presses his thumbs into the sides of Patrick's face, forcing his jaws wide
as Patrick cries in stunned protest. Shouting incoherently, Joel begins fucking
Patrick's mouth furiously, violently, his cock hardening in moments. Sobbing,
Joel slams into his mouth, throat, cock pushing relentlessly deeper as Patrick
gags, legs drumming the floor as he writhes under the onslaught. Joel laughs
crazily, crying, moaning as he gives back what he's gotten. His cock swells in
Patrick's throat, twitching, then spitting its load, leaving Patrick gagging,
retching, swallowing desperately as it floods his mouth. Pulling out, Joel
begins striking Patrick, punching his face, head, neck.
"Whoa there, lad-don't kill him, not like that."
Joel sinks back on his haunches, sobbing uncontrollably. Billy takes Jimmy's
gun, empties the clip, then sets it on the floor next to Patrick. Taking
Patrick's gun, he looks at Joel, eyes sharp.
"How many men were there, Joel?"
"T-two."
"Good lad. And what happened?"
"Th-they took us, all of us, brought us here. They hurt us, made us do terrible
things, they ruined my little girl!"
"Aye, that's right-and then what happened?"
Joel looks up, his eyes red rimmed, tortured. "They fought, I-I don't know what
about, I couldn't hear."
"That's right," Billy sighs, relaxing, "And then?"
"P-Patrick shot Jimmy. D-dragged him outside."
"Very good!" Billy smiles wide, "And you managed to free your hands?"
"Yes," Joel's voice increases in strength, "Yes, I managed to free my hands
while he was shooting the others. I attacked him while he had his back turned."
"And Emily? What is Emily going to say?"
"Whatever the fuck I tell her to." Joel's eyes narrow, his expression
hardening. "She'll say what I tell her or she'll be very sorry."
"You'll both be sorry, Joel-I'll make sure of it."
Rising, Billy leans to untie Patrick's hands. He points at the gun on the
floor. "Pick it up, Patrick."
"No, please, Billy, please, I am begging you, dear Jesus-"
"PICK IT UP NOW!" Billy bellows, gun pressed against Patrick's head. Sobbing,
Patrick takes the unloaded gun, looks at it, then looks up, eyes pleading.
"You know what to do, Joel." Billy nods, averts his eyes as Joel takes the gun
from him with shaking hands, presses it against Patrick's trembling face. Both
jump as Joel pulls the trigger.
"And that's all, laddie," Billy smiles gently, his soft tone in contrast with
his words, "remember, you tell them what really happened and I'll be back. You
mention me in any way, and I'll see you fucked to death, your little girl
spitted on a pig pole, understood?"
Joel nods, "I'll never tell. Nor will Emily."
"Well, then, that's all right, isn't it?" Billy salutes sarcastically, skips
down the stairs to his waiting car. He's got to fly now, the police are already
on their way.
Joel kneels before Emily, untying her hands as he tells her what they will say,
tells her that their stories must match exactly. Emily shakes her head,
sobbing, mumbling weakly that she will not lie for Billy.
Enraged, Joel smacks her-once, twice. Pressing her back into the lap of a dead
guest, he tears the skirt from her dress, forces her legs wide, and jams the
barrel of the gun into her tortured pussy. Emily screams are shrill, breathy,
her back arching as he fucks her with the pistol.
"Tell me, TELL ME you stupid bitch, how many?" He is panting, punctuating his
words with sharp, cruel thrusts of the gun, "HOW MANY WERE THERE?"
"TWO!" Emily screams, sobbing, head whipping about desperately, "There were two,
Daddy, please, there were two!"
Humming distractedly, Billy pulls onto the highway, glances into his rear view
mirror to see the flashing lights appear over a rise behind him. Watching
carefully, he sighs with relief as they turn onto the dirt road leading to the
chantry. Checking his watch, he flips open his phone, confirms his flight.
"Well, not quite how I intended," he murmurs, smiling, "but all's well that ends
well, right?"
