Outhouse Fable

The night sky was filled with brilliant stars, but even their beauty could not match the magnificence of the full moon. This must be what they meant by the harvest moon. It had been a wonderful vacation so far. The cabin was just as she had remembered. Why she even enjoyed using the outhouse to pee in the middle of the night. The air was crisp, but not too cold. The smell of autumn lingered in the mist that hugged the ground. Always the smart one she brought her trusty flashlight for the journey to the bathroom in the bushes. There was a rustling in the area to her left. She was no “fraidy cat, but the noise was unsettling. The light was handy as she hustled up the stairs leading to the porch and into the cabin where she quickly locked the door behind her. Up the staircase she proceeded. She had forgotten how dark this place was at night. Somehow she stubbed her toe on somethng. As she focused her flashlight on the object she saw Dickie lying on the floor. He’s such a fool sometimes. Lying there trying to scare me. I’ll teach him. She kicked, but there was no movement forthcoming. He never knew when to quit with a joke no matter how corny it was. Slightly irritated by now she kicked harder. Again no reaction. The glare from her flashlight centered on his face. There was blood on his forehead, a lot of blood. She touched his cheek. It was cool. This was no attempt at humor. Had whatever or whomever she had heard outside been inside and was it still here?

Feeling panic well inside her the only clear thought was to run. Down the stairs she went when suddenly she tripped. She tumbled down the few remaining steps and landed hard on the wooden floor. She was briefly stunned. Some how she managed to rise to her feet. Where was that damned light? It was at that exact moment her instincts told her she was not alone. She heard the sound of her flashlight rolling toward her. She grabbed it and forced herself to shine the beam straight ahead. There he was.

Standing directly in front of her was the foulest looking man she had ever seen. He was wearing a plaid work jacket that was smeared with blood. He was leering at her through missing teeth, when suddenly he moved. She was surprised by the speed of such a big man. As quickly as he had come into her view so was he gone. She moved her light around trying to locate this “animal”. She couldn’t find him. Instinctively, she ran to the door. It was locked. Now she remembered locking it as she had returned to the cabin. As she unfastened the bolt and started to pull it open the door was abruptly slammed shut again. He was right behind her. She could smell the cheap whiskey ruminating from his “hide”. “Where ya goin’ darlin’?” he barked. She turned to face him. The flashlight shone directly on his face. He was huge and he was ugly. “I said where ya goin’ bitch?” “I…I…I n-n-needed to use the outside bathroom.” she stuttered. He glared at her as his eyes suddenly turned to black. “Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, now get your ass into the kitchen. He lit a lattern and ordered her to sit in a chair. She did as told. He tied her wrists behind the back of the chair. She could smell putrid body sweat as he leaned over her. She gagged a little at the smell. “What’s the matter, is the little lady offended by big, bad me?” He laughed at his own attempt at humor. “Now it’s time for some fun.”

The man-beast stood over her like some animal preying over their catch. He took out a hunting knife that had to have at least a 12-inch blade. he smiled down at her and started to cut the buttons off of her denim blouse. Slowly he cut each button until her shirt fell open. He used the blade to move each side of the top away from her body, thereby showing her bra and naked torso. “I hate bras.” He then cut the bra in the front center with one swift motion. He bra fell off exposing her breasts. “Ya got nice titties.” He took his knife blade and carefully traced around her nipples. To her dismay her nipples started to harden. “Ooh, bitch’s tits like it. Maybe they’d like some more.” He bit down hard on her breasts causing her to flinch. This didn’t deter him at all. He bit harder and the nipples responded again. The groan coming from her was a mixture of pain and pleasure. When he stopped she looked up and saw something growing in his pants. She figured if she gave him what he wanted she might live through this. “Why’d you stop?” she purred. “I was just starting to enjoy myself. And by the looks of your pants I wasn’t the only one having some fun.” He abruptly hit her with a backhand directly across her mouth. She could instantly taste blood swirling in her mouth. “You shut the fuck up ya hear?” he growled, “or I’ll shut ya up for good. Do ya want to die today? Do ya think this might be the last moment you have on earth?”

He continued to tease and taunt her about death and dying and what he was going to do to her for what seemed to be an eternity. He paced back and forth as if attempting to figure out what to do next. “Maybe I’ll put a bag over your fuckin’ head and that’ll shut ya up. Wait, you ain’t so bad lookin’. In fact you might be the purtiest bitch I ever set eyes on.” He approached her until he stood directly over her. His stench was too much for her. She chocked and then coughed. “I’ll give ya something to choke on.” He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. His underwear may have been white once upon a time, but now they were a dingy shade of gray. He took them off and seemed to take great pleasure in having his dick flop into her face. She moved to avoid it. “Hold on missy. Ya ain’t gettin’ out of that so fast.” He then grabbed her by her hair and forced her head toward his cock. “Now open up.” She refused until he waved the knife near her eyes. “I said OPEN UP”. She did as she was told and opened her mouth allowing her lips to touch the fore skin of his dick. “I can’t do this without my hands.” He eagerly unfastened her hands. She put her mouth over his cock and could feel it stiffen inside of her. “Oh yeah!” As she sucked the dick it jerked and rose instantaneously. “Oh baby. You’re so fuckin’ good don’t quit now.” She decided maybe if she gave him her best effort he might spare her life. She started licking the shaft up and down as he continued to groan. She stroked the cock hard with her hand as she sucked on the head. Obviously the dick liked that. It was now hard as a steel rod. The taste of the dick was almost overwhelming. It took everything she could muster to not vomit. “Hold on bitch not so fast.”

The bastard undid her jeans and slid the zipper down. Next he ordered her to stick her legs out as he pulled her pants off. He left the panties on. The man then bent down and started to rub her mound through the material. He was surprisingly gentle. Before long he reached inside of her panties through a leg hole and touched her pussy. He seemed to know where the clit was and quickly proceeded to go there. “This little pussy is happy. You’re a fuckin’ lake.” “Shut up you asshole”, she blurted out before thinking. He smacked her across the mouth again. The lip resumed bleeding. “Time to get down to it.”

He pulled her to the floor. As she lay on her stomach he groped her ass through the panty material. “Nice ass.” He tore the fabric from her body just enough to allow access to the pussy while leaving the panty still on. He then jameed his cock into her cunt. She groaned from the shear force of the blow. “Ya think that’s good wait ’til I get going.” He then rammed her hard from behind. He slid his cock in and out of her over and over again as if in a fury. She was glad her pussy had no conscience and therefore was wet. It protected her from being torn apart. She fought the revulsion that was growing inside of her. “I bet this is the piece of cock ya ever had” he boasted. She lied, “Yes, it’s the hardest cock I’ve ever had. I can’t believe how bi
g you are and how amazingl
y you fuck me.” He suddenly pulled back removing his cock from inside of her. “Ya really mean it? Maybe you and me should get hitched up. Ya are a good piece of ass that’s for sure. And you’re really purty.” He then started to stroke her breasts and kiss her. He tried to cooperate knowing her life was at stake, but she gagged at the taste of his breath on her mouth. He looked at her, “You’re just like the rest. You lying little bitch!” He took his knife out of his back pocket and sliced her throat. She heard the blood gurgling in her throat. She knew she was about to die…

“Honey, wake up. Honey, honey. Are you okay?” She stirred and looked up to see what appeared to be the silhouette of Dickie. “You’re alive and I am too!” “What are you talking about honey?” “I must have been dreaming. What a horrible nightmare. I’m so glad that’s over. You wouldn’t believe what happened. I don’t know if I can get back to sleep or dare to.” After a brief pause, she said, “As long as I’m awake I might as well go use the outhouse..” She pulled herself out of bed, grabbbed her flashlight and headed down the stairs and out the door.

She noticed how beautiful the night sky was with all the stars and that magnificent moon. She heard some rustling in the undergrowth. That dream really shook me up she thought. She quickly took care of business and hurried back into the cabin. “Dickie I’, back. Dickie…Dickie?”

The End