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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Grand Circus
It is Ayatsuji's parents date night and he is home alone. He doesn't have anyone to keep him company and as so often happens to men he has a bit of an itch he needs to scratch. so he opens up his fateful computer browser and watches some good ole porn.

Warning this might get weird even for me (Enjoy)

Submitted: July 23, 2017

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“Ayatsuji…..Ayatsuji” never the dauntless one her voice rang out with vigor. “Ayatsuji….Ayatsuji” she would not cease her call. Cuddled by the melancholy of his room and trying to sink ever deeper into its embrace, he found himself adverse to the idea of moving from his bed to see why his mother was calling. The answer of course was obvious to him, tonight was his parents date night; every third Friday of the month and the entire weekend they would go out and do whatever it was that they did to rekindle that fizzling cinder that was their marriage. Ayatsuji mocked the idea of those two actually enjoying each other’s company with a huff that rushed from his throat with a violence that left is throat strained, sending him into a coughing fit.

“Suji!!!!!” The annoying chime of his father’s obtusely southern accent struck his heart. He sounded peeved at Ayasuji’s lack of an answer, it was best not to poke a bull in the midst of musk, especially on date night. His father was a rather large man who was a die-hard advocate of the old proverb ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’. He used to lift weights in college and even won a few championships. However, all the ab and bulk that had been toned and firm in his youthful years had faded long ago, or rather they melted into bulging heaps of fat and flab. He was still a large man none the less. Whereas Ayatsuji had taken after his mother, the middle aged petite little south Korean, with a body that would cause a cannibal to starve had he tried to take a bite. She was a beautiful woman none the less though. She was a fairly interpersonal woman, ever since moving to America as a child she’d kept her looks up and her body toned. Her smile was a thing of majesty to all who could see, accenting her cheek bones amazingly whenever she graced onlookers with a semblance of her joy. Ayatsuji thought back to her, if only his father knew what he had, that drunken red neck piece of filth. His mother deserved better than him…..she deserved. Ayatsuji felt his pants tighten as his dick decided to awaken as he stood, standing upright and firm with him.

“Tara” he muttered his mother’s name to himself as he heard his father heavy foot falls thudding up the stairs.  He let out a gasp, rushing to his closet. His closet was a walk in, large enough to fit his entire body. In there, he kept his dirty clothes basket just to the left, in case of situations like this.

“Bro, the fuck?!” his father’s annoying voice bellowed loudly, he wasn’t screaming but he tended to talk too loud all the time. “I damn sure know ya ass aint deaf kid, that mean ya bitch ass ignoring us!!!!!”.

“I was sleep” Ayatsuji rushed out of the closet, he had been in his bed with only his underwear on and needless to say an erection wouldn’t be the nicest thing to slap his father in the face with the moment he walked into the room. Honestly, he had seen it once and…… “Suji’s six inch” was his go to catch phrase for about a month. He used it in ways such as: “Suji’s six inch wants a piece of your cake” if someone asked him if he wanted cake or, “Suji’s six inch goes too fast” if someone said he was driving too slow. Some of the references were actually pretty hilarious at times but most of them were as off color and corny as the ones stated prior.

His father stood before him, the towering mass of flab and flesh, his face pink with the markings of adult acne, one eye glossed over with a cataract, a long ginger beard hanging down to his C-cup man breasts, decorating his black V-neck in flakes of facial dandruff. His stomach hanging over the crotch of his faded blue jean shorts, showing off large tree stump legs, grossly covered in ginger fur. The man had follicle’s and fuzz over the majority of his body, save for his head. It was like the moment he turned old his head grew too large for his hair so it migrated to the other portions of his massive body. His arms were like those of a chimp, his flesh nearly unseen through the thickness of his hair. Ayatsuji was sure the man was the product of some unnatural union between a man and a sasquatch. He smiled to himself at the thought as he buttoned his pants, casually shifting his erect dick to the side above his pants, so that it would be tucked away and hidden. His pants were a bit baggy on him, he chose jean shorts, he had learned long ago they were best for hiding, unwanted occurrences when in a pinch.

He watched his father’s eyes move to his pants, a smirk gracing his lips, it was a grin that held the type of amusement that foretold another month of “Suji’s six inch” jokes; the monster had noticed the switch and stress in his movements.

“Come close the door boy” he snickered. “You’re mother and I’ll be gone all weekend so…..” he nodded to his computer. “Take care ‘a that little friend there kid” he turned, letting out an exaggerated howl of laughter. “BABE HE WAS LOOKING AT TITIES ON THE COMPUTER!!!!!!” he called to his wife in the midst of his laughter. Ayatsuji rushed to the door, his heart pumping as anguish flushed his soul causing a cold sweat  to wash over his body.

“Fuck…..” he began before letting his voice fade as heard his father’s heavy footfalls cease on the stairs. Fear struck his being, visions of his father coming back up the stairs as he let the final word come from his lips: “You” he would call and before he could get another breathe out following the words his father’s powerful grip would catch the air as he yanked him by his throat, lifting him high with one hand and ultimately choking him until he passed out.

“You say something boy?” his father snickered.

“Bye” Ayatsuji chuckled as he moved from his room and to the stairs. His eyes looking to the floor as he made his way to his father on the stairs, his voice soft as he spoke, his father placing an arm around his shoulder and pulling his thin, meek body close forcing that musk that seemed to follow the larger man to now flood into his nose. Ayatsuji tensed. He hated when his father touched him, he knew that he was his father, knew that it was normal for a man and his son to share a sort of ‘skinship’, it was healthy to some extent but….Ayatsuji hated the man, despised him for being….the man who won the prize. As he walked down the stairs with his father, he saw her, that golden trophy who was Tara….his mother. She stood there, holding her purse, she was in her late thirties but resembled a girl near 18. She wore a short skirt, make-up done up amazingly, her hair newly done in a perm just like that pig of man she called her husband said he liked it. A black sleeveless shirt on, showing off her thin arms.

“Babe get my bag really quick” he gestured to a large suit case near the door behind where Tara stood. She knelt down, being sure not to let her dress ride up on her and he smacked his teeth. “You supposed to bend over so I can see that ass real quick” he howled in laughter, finally releasing his son and moving over to her, groping her butt, attempting to pull up her skirt. She laughed, pushing him off.

“Don, Suji’s here” she snickered, she spoke with a slight Korean accent.

“Fuck the boy, I can get inside that pussy right here in front of his ass, show’em how he was born”.

Ayatsuji could see it now, his mother’s naked body, bent over the couch, her breasts hanging over the arm, her ass facing outward as he himself came up from behind, slipping himself inside. His pants grew tighter as his dick grew.

“Suji” his mother’s voice snatched him from his fantasy. “Lock the door” she said, his father had already walked out the house and she herself stood in the threshold of the doorway.

“Sorry” he said, his voice still low, his eyes to the ground. He couldn’t look at her, he couldn’t bring himself to see her, not if he could not have her. He made his way to the door, and his mother went to the car, he watched as she walked, her hips twisting as she sauntered her way to be with her beast of a lover. What was it that she saw him, what made her allow that freak of a thing like that to mount her body and fuck her on the night of his conception. What allowed her to give him the power to shame her family. Ayatsuji knew the story! He was an army man, stationed there on deployment and they met in a club….the rest was history, three years later he was conceived and they got married  a year later. The age-old tale of a foreigner moving, wanting a free ride to America and some horny soldier wanting to get his dick wet. There was no love in this union, it was obvious. Who could love the slob?

Don was a drunk, he smelled like a fresh fart almost every day and he was a loud-mouthed pig. The best thing about him was his wallet, military benefits on top of him owning his own mechanic shop. He was rather successful and that kept his family well fed. Ayatsuji couldn’t really think of any other reason why she put up with him. He managed to put her through college. She wanted a degree in teaching initially but changed to accounting so that she could help him run his shop, she even gave up on all of her dreams for him.

His frustrations left his lips in another violent huff as he watched them pull out of the driveway and into the street, where his father rolled down the window, calling out some unintelligible phrase that echoed through the night as he peeled out at top speed. He no doubt woke the neighbors but it wasn’t like he cared or he wouldn’t have done it. As the echo faded Ayatsuji stood there, once again contemplating his life up to now. Why was he born? Was coming to America worth being stuck to that blob of a creature your entire life? Why was his name even Ayatsuji isn’t that a Japanese name?

He looked to the sky, devoid of the stars who drowned in the flood of man-made lights and sable clouds, unable to call out to the kings of the world: “Listen to me, hear me, you’re hurting me” they would all want to cry….yet they could not be heard.  And the moon looking down from up high at the world would simply laugh for no light was great enough to drown that which he shared with the great sun. 

Are you the stars that are drowned by his light? He thought to himself as Tara’s image crying softly came to his mind while she lay on her back allowing that beast to force himself into her.

How can I bring back your subtle gleam…….my dear Tara?’ What could he do?

 

He made his way back into the house, closing the door and turning to the solitude that now surrounded him, quiet and dreary, lit dimly by the subtle silver sheen of the waning moon and hall light upstairs, bleeding down passed the railing and into the living area below. His father had always been conservative in the way that power was used in the home, despite their wealth he always preferred to leave lights off, especially if no one was in the area. This often meant him calling on Ayatsuji to walk around their home and be sure to check and ensure that there was nothing on or plugged in. For a wealthy man, he lived rather meekly when he could. Their house was not really all that amazing either, Ayatsuji was sure they could afford more than this. A 2-story house, walls painted in the light-yellow hue that Ayatsuji always associated with banana pudding for some reason, the down stairs all being decorated with hardwood floors, save for the living room area, separated from the remainder of the downstairs by a single step, leading to a carpeted room.

The living room with one large flat screen adorned upon the wall, his father’s recliner in the far corner at the best angle to avoid any glare coming from the large window to the side of the television.  Farther behind the recliner facing the television was the family couch. On the other side was the kitchen just passed the stairs which faced the front door, through the kitchen was the dining room where the sliding glass door was that lead to the back yard.  Connected to the staircase on the side, facing the laundry room was the down stairs bathroom, facing the kitchen.

The stairway as well as the entirety of the upstairs was covered in a carpeted flooring. His mother would spend most of her down time ensuring that is was cleaned…..that only meant she would ask him to do it. He didn’t mind, if it was for her he was happy to do anything. His pants grew tighter at just the thought of her. His dear sweet Tara. He could spend every day with her, every second of every hour of his life could be spent just cleaning her clothes if only for the simple gift of a “Thank you” from her lips. It wasn’t like he had any friends.

A huff left his lips as he made his way upstairs, he didn’t really need anyone if he was honest with himself. There was no point in getting to know the people at his school, they would not follow him after all of the childishness of a highschool life was faded and gone. Most of them would either get pregnant or die. Maybe they would become career people and then isolate themselves in their work….but that was not success. He preferred working, he would probably be the career man, doing his job, taking over that pig’s company and making it more successful than his father ever could. His mother was teaching him about accounting and he himself was going into business school once he graduated. He was 17 now and started taking dual courses in college.

No matter how he thought about it though he could not help but to let the idea creep into him that….maybe he was wrong. Maybe he did need someone else, someone. There was this girl in his school; Tonny Ven, she was the only person with a GPA higher than his own and to be honest she was also an incredibly beautiful girl. He never talked to her but he positively adored her.

There was often this fantasy that made its way into his mind, of himself sandwiched between Tara and Tonny, their bodies together embraced in a sexual dance of passion and love. He could feel a slight trickle within his pants. “Fuck” he groaned as he neared his room. The hall upstairs was much smaller than downstairs, simply a closet where they stored towels, the upstairs bathroom, his father and mother’s bedroom was across from his own passed that, where they had their own bathroom and even an office where his mother would work from home. Their room was exceptionally large. Then there was Ayatsujis room farther down opposite their own. His room was not too small. One window facing the door way, letting in the lights of the street lamps, mingling with that of the moon, showering his room in a pathetically dull glow as he closed his door. His room was complete with a mattress upon the floor, pushed to the side wall next to his closet, A computer desk where his laptop sat closed and his book bag on the opposite wall with a stack of business and accountant books stacked to the side – his mother often brought him her old college book to read on his off time – He finished those yesterday but decided to keep them since he found them actually a bit interesting. He did have a lamp on the desk for when he was doing homework but that was about it. He didn’t really like having decorations, he had adopted his mother’s ideal that decoration was a waste of space. But he would love to put a little picture of her on his desk. A small frame of her in that nightgown his father bought for her. He lay on his bed thinking of his mother; Tara. He remembered the day his father had gone on a trip with his friends back when he was 12. His mother had stayed behind to help Ayatsuji study for his summer classes, he had finished up homework early while she left him, to cook dinner  and at some point she went to take a shower. She hadn’t closed the door fully and he managed to peak in on her for a long while, her breasts were so perky, nice and supple, her ass so firm and rounded, nice long legs wet with the shower water.

He wanted to touch himself, he looked over to his computer. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He was never the type to watch porn. Maybe once or twice every so often but not regularly. He was a young guy and his focus on his studies kept him…..secluded more often than not. He didn’t really talk to anyone. Was he pathetic? Of course not; its normal for boys to watch porn, his father does it all the time! But just the fact that he was reduced to comparing himself to that filth jut shows how low he has sunken. Why had he been born to be as he was; this tiny insignificant obscurity tortured to perpetually be as close to the object of his most intense desires at all times of day, yet never be able to do as he wishes because the one he loves most is connected to the one he hates with the same intensity.

He sat up in his bed, deciding he needed to fix his issue. He was horny, his body was in a state of pure unchecked restlessness and he needed it to fade so that he might be able to spend the rest of his night relaxed. He had his house to himself and these times were the only ones where he was allowed to do as he pleased. Read the books his mother had left for him whenever he wanted, watch Television without his father coming in to change the channel without asking. But right now, he could not focus.

His mind was in an erratic frenzy of thoughts of sex and love and literature, math, television shows, hatred. He was now on the internet. As if moving autonomously his body had logged onto his computer, gone on the incognito server as to not show his history and logged into Bing, turning off the safe search feature. He hadn’t realized it but he was soon looking to a video that began with two old men in a car, driving down a sunlit road. They were talking to one another but he was not too sure what they were saying, he made a mental note that he needed to learn Russian one day, before returning his attention to the video. The two men came across a girl, a dirty blonde, her hair done up in a ponytail, she wore the stereotypical catholic school girl uniform, though it was obvious she had to be in her early twenties, maybe 18. Her shirt was a small thing that only covered her breast, most likely C-cup. Her skirt was too short. She wore tall studded heels.  She was standing on the side of the road, with a wide smile, the two men stop and they exchange words through the driver side window.

The girl must have been a hitchhiker because they invite her in, eventually one of the men get handsy, feeling up the girl’s shirt, revealing her breasts, she smiles uncomfortably, then the video skips to the man in the backseat, pulling her close, his hand on her knee, moving his hand up her thigh, he wraps an arm around her, pulling her in as she tries to pull away. His hand goes up her skirt. Ayatsuji’s hand goes to the button of his pants, he undoes it and pulls them down, taking off his underwear and grabbing his dick. He watches as the man fingers the girl, rubbing on to her pussy as she opens her legs, reluctantly letting him do as he wants. The video skips and now her underwear are gone, her skirt up around her stomach as the driver pulls to the side of the road and the other is wrestling with the girl, holding her close with one arm as undoes his pants with the other, pulling out his erect dick. Ayatsuji skips, he can’t wait any longer, he needs to see more. He moves to a point where the girl is bent over the trunk of the car, somewhere off in the woods, one man plowing her from the back, the smack of their bodies slamming together echoing as he pumps exaggeratedly. The other man who must have been the driver is standing on the side groping her breasts until Ayatsuji skips ahead again and the girl is now on her knees, her eyes waters as she holds both men’s dicks in either hand swapping from sucking one to the other, taking both of them as deep down as she possibly can before gagging.

Ayatsuji begins jacking himself, yanking the shaft aggressively as he attempts to cum, he can feel it, he’s waiting for it. But the video cuts off as the two men force the girl back onto her stomach.

“Fuck” he growls through gritted teeth. He moves his free hand to his computer mouse, he attempts to click on another video where the girl catches his eye when a pop-up appears over the play button. The picture of a girl, one that he cannot deny put him back on the road to climax. She was naked, her body similar in shape to his mother’s own, her face itself was enough to turn him on, her eyes bright blue, looking to him with a seductive glare. Her butt was sculpted so perfectly with the curve of her hips and body that it was almost like the Gods themselves made her simply to pull at the heart of men. Her breasts were so perky they had to be fake. Beneath this black-haired beauties picture were the words: ‘You have a message from Lana’. With a smiley face emoji. He would not fall for that though, he was not even on messenger, he moved away from the video and went to another.

This one the woman was Japanese, a hairdresser apparently, she had just been hired on from what he could tell, he didn’t speak Japanese either but it was obvious. She wore a small black thigh high dress as she worked on a man’s hair. The man seemed to be a business man due to his clothing, though his face was blurred out. The woman’s dress was hiked up passed her butt, revealing glimpses of her ass and vagina, she wore black heels and stockings, her make-up was really well done. Aytasjui was sure that if she did not do porn videos she could have been an actress or a model. For just a moment Ayatsuji had a sudden flash of curiosity run through his mind….. What were the circumstances that brought her into that profession? Or any woman for that matter…..was it just the money?

The thought faded as quickly as it had appeared to him as he watched the man in the hairdressers’ chair reach up between her legs and begin to rub on her butt. The woman looked suddenly shocked, though she continued on with her work. It was unclear whether it was due to the latent lust he had built up over the course of the night and the prior video, or whether it was due to the fact this woman may have just been the most beautiful Japanese woman he had ever seen, but just watching her get her ass groped even fully clothed put him back closer to climax. He began working on his dick, pumping and pumping as hard as he could, reaching for the lotion he had in one of the drawers of his computer desk and using that as lubricant. He kept going until he felt it coming once again, he was going to cum! He was ready for it! He wanted it! He could feel that rush of titillation flood his body, that excitement. Adrenaline overcame him as he began yanking harder and harder as the woman was now being fondled from her vagina and straddling the man’s lap on the seat. Her naked breasts covering his face.

As the man on the screen began to work at tearing off her stocking the video cut out and on his screen a pop up opened: ‘Do you have someone you love?’

The message displayed on the screen below the picture of the same woman from before, however this time she had her hair dyed red, and her eyes were a dark green. Ayatsuji clicked the “X” to exit the screen and back to his video. However, the video was covered by the initial pop-up window, with the girl with black hair: ‘Do you have someone you hate?’

The message displayed below the woman and under that was an area where the cursor indicated that he could type…..but he would first have to click on it, he refused to allow a virus to infect his computer. He had heard of the type of insanity that could happen due to those forms of invasion; identity theft, Ransomware, infected cameras spying on your every move, your picture posted on the deep-web. He refused to fall victim to that form of crime. His mother and father would definitely find out that he was watching this filth….He could not let Tara see that. He probably should not be watching it at all.

He readied himself to exit the internet entirely and read a book, or watch television when the idea clicked into his head. Maybe one more, maybe just finish what he started and then he could stop it forever. He was sure every man had that exact thought but he would be different, he almost never watched porn anyway. He went back to the selection of videos, he wanted a special video, one that would give him what he needed for the remainder of the weekend. Then he saw it……the woman in the thumbnail looked almost exactly like his mother, this put his heart into a hopeful excitement, he wanted to see it, he was ready. He clicked on the thumbnail and opened the video, the video began, it showed the woman who…..if he didn’t know any better was his actual mother. She sat in a chair in the center of an expanse of white, she was naked, completely bare, her body was the same, her face, her hair her eyes and she just sat there staring back at him. Then the pop appeared with that same woman:

‘Don’t ignore us!!!!!!!!’

The message appeared below both variations of the woman from the initial two pop-ups and the bar for him to type. His mind flooded him with a panic as he thought of the idea of the pop-up actually speaking directly to him filled his mind. He clicked on the “X” that was displayed on the pop-up and another window opened on his computer with a screen showing a video of the two woman from the pop-up, they lay side by side smiling at him through a webcam on their bed.  The red-head said something to the other but Ayatsuji could not hear and then the other made a motion that Ayatsuji assumed was her typing.

‘We can see you Ayatsuji’  Displayed on the bottom of the screen and Ayatsuji jumped from his chair in disbelief as he watched the two girls wave to him from their webcam. He lunged for his laptop and closed the internet browser.

“Oh shit” he breathed in a panic. “Fuck me” he said pacing back and forth. “Fuck me, fuck me” the sound of a blip on his laptop caught his attention and on his computer he could see that he had a new Skype message. He backed away to the door of his room, readying to open it and run when he noticed the cursor of his computer moving on its own. He stopped, looking to the computer.

His fear fading as he realized what was going on.

“They hacked my computer” he said falling down to his floor and snickering. “They just hacked my computer….All I have to do is turn it off” he stood to make his way to the computer, he would just shut it down and get a new one. It would suck but Tara and his Fathers wrath was much better than being peered at by hackers and stalkers. He reached for the power button when his skype opened and revealed the two girls again on the Webcam. He looked up to see them staring at him, their eyes wide as they looked through their camera at him, their faces way to close to their computer. His heart stopped as he stared back at them. Then he felt himself filled with a sudden curiosity, he didn’t know why but he wanted to talk with them…maybe it was because they were naked? He sat back in his chair and typed:

‘I can see you too’ then he added a smiley face emoji

The two girls smiled and laughed before backing away from the camera showing off their perfect bodies before the message:

‘Do you like what you see?’ Appeared.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Ayatsuji replied, the two girls looked as if they cheered bouncing on their bed. Then straitening their resolve, the messages.

‘Do you want us to kiss each other?’

‘Do you want to watch us fuck?’  Appeared.

‘Yeah’ Ayatsuji was taken with them, he couldn’t believe what was happening, the two girls began to make-out on camera for him to see. The red head moving her lips to the other breasts as she moved her hand between her legs. The one with black hair lay back as she gave in to the others touch. Ayatsuji watched it, taking hold of his newly formed erection and letting himself succumb to his lust.

Do you like this?’

‘Do you want to see more?’

‘It’s all for you Ayatsuji’

‘We can make it better if you want’ the messages flooded in and he replied with his free hand

 

How?’

 

His screen turned to static before flashing white, his heart sank as the realization of his error finally came to him. He had indeed been hacked, his computer had died. Questions popped up in his head, who was typing the messages while the girls were kissing? Why would they choose him specifically? It was obviously fake. Then the video of the girl who looked like his mother appeared on his screen.

You can have her’ appeared at the bottom of the screen.

Fuck her, eat, kill her love her’

‘But………’

The messages stopped and Ayatsuji was just sitting there looking at the video of his mother sitting there, watching him.

“But what?” he whispered to himself. He wasn’t sure about this, was this a sex trafficking ring, were they offering to sell him a human, a prostitute. He couldn’t do that, what if this was some type of FBI operation to bait slave buyers. He had accidentally fallen into this, he was going to prison for sure.

“We get to love you too” the voice spoke through his speaker, a soft  whisper, almost like a  hiss stung his ears. It nearly stopped his heart.

 

 The screen faded to black after that, before rebooting to the white room with the chair, this time, to his horror Don ; his father sat in the chair.

There was no way that this was real it could not be real.

“Do you hate him” the voice spoke, flashes of his father in the forest, back in his younger days appeared, he was soldier. He did not look exactly the same but Ayatsuji recognized him from photos plastered all over the house. He was probably 19 in this video, his face masked in gore and blood, eyes wide as if he were a mad man. He looked to be in a house, though the building looked in ruin, the ceiling a giant gaping hole, the walls crumbling, outside there seemed to be a cacophony of death and destruction playing like an orchestra out of sync. In Dons hand was a machete, links of intestines and trickles of blood all fell from the blade. He breathed heavily as he looked down to a young child, Ayatsuji was not sure what race the boy was, but it did not matter as he watched his father swing the blade downward upon the young boys skull and with a squeal the child died. “Despise him?” the voice spoke through the speakers and in that instant Ayatsuji could not answer, he had not seen his father like that before. More video files appeared, of his father executing men in the streets in third world countries, killing a woman with a bomb strapped to her chest. He stomped a dogs head in, destroyed entire building with a  tank, killing men and woman without remorse. Fires erupted as he and 3 other men watched from afar while an entire village burned to the ground before them and then Don turned to one man and said: “Good work”.

Then there was his mother, the woman that he beloved more than any. “Do you really love her?” the  voice spoke, though it sounded as if she were now behind him whispering in his ear. “Do you want to fuck her just once tonight?”.

There was his mother, in highschool, walking through a crowded street, her head held low, books in hand as she made her way home, she was beautiful even then. She walked into the door, there a man sat on the couch, he knew that was his grandfather. Then another video appeared, his mother in bed, when the door creaked open and his grandfather appeared, he made his way to her and……the rest nearly caused Ayatsuji to cry. He took her, as if he was her husband, he took her, bent her over the bed as she cried out for him to stop. Video’s such as this continued, over and over and over again throughout her life, yet as time went on she would stop crying and just took it.

Ayatsuji could not bear to watch another of those, he sat with tears falling from his eyes…..”I could have saved you” he whimpered.

The next video was of his father and mother together back when they first dated they had just made love and lay there in the dark together when Tara told him.

“I…want you to know something, before you leave” she sat up and Don looked to her with wide eyes, moistened as he awaited for her to break-up with him but instead she wept to him, telling him of her past and Don pulled her close, as she buried her face into his chest, allowing her pent up sorrows to fall from her soul and to the man she would eventually marry.

 The next was of them marrying and then their honeymoon where they made love. Ayatsuji looked to them with a disdain filling his heart as he watched this man happily plunging himself into the angel that even then he did not deserve. She had been taken advantage of by her father and was forced to be with this monster who kills children.

The next few videos were those of himself and how he grew, his mother by his side as he turned six, giving him his first ever book on accounting. He smiled, he remembered that day, then she told him

You’re going to make our family great” and he nodded. After that she cleaned out his room and turned it into what it is now. The next video was simply of his mother smacking him, several followed of the like, once when he failed his American history test in 6th grade, the next when he got 3rd place in a poetry contest. After that when he got a “B” on his math test. Over and over there were so many slaps throughout the years. The final video was an expanse of 3 days, he remembered it, she would often stop talking to him for weeks when he was too stupid to live up to her expectations. This one was from the first time, he was in 5th grade and had failed a test to get into an honor society. She cried that day, and he cried every day that she ignored him. She wouldn’t even cook him dinner. His father often tried to sneak him food and that would cause her to explode at him.

“Do you want him to be an idiot like you !!!!!!!” was what she always told him. And Don would just stand there shaking his head and walk away after apologizing.

After that there was another one where those two argued, from what it sounded like it was over what Ayatsuji would do with his future. It was on their date night, they still looked young maybe late twenties.

“If he wants to be something other than part of my company let him Tara!!!!!!!” Dons voice roared as he rushed his wife who refused to back down. “You’re pushing him too hard, you cannot deny MY son food!!!!!!!!!!!” he shoved her into a chair. “You are not locking MY son in a closet !!!!!!!!!!!!”  his face was flush with rage.

“DON!!!!!” she cried out with tear filled eyes, attempting to reach out, her eyes filled with a sullen gaze. He turned, snatching her by the arm and tossed her to the floor.

“FUCK OFF!!!!!!” Don cried. And then Ayatsuji remembered this now. His mom had locked him in a closet for 2 days while his father left home, this is what happened when he returned. His dad got arrested after tearing the door down with an axe. Tara apparently hid the keys to the padlock.

The final video was of Don crying, he was older now, Tara was behind him rubbing his back, her chin on his shoulder as she comforted him as they sat on a bed, there was no light save for the television in the room. He looked depressed, tears in his eyes.

“He doesn’t seem to care about me you know” Don said. “I don’t know what to do, it’s like whenever he looks at me, all I see is hate, maybe I spanked him too much”.

“No…there’s no need for you to worry” Tara said, “You focus on your company until he get’s older and you can relax, I made sure he will be an excellent CEO”

“Yeah” his voice spoke with unease “He’ll be fine now because of how you raised him” they kissed and the video closed.

Who did that fucker think he was?! Ayatsuji’s eye filled with tears of wrath, the pig put his hands-on Tara, he talked about Ayatsuji like he even cared about him! All the bullying, the abuse at the hands of his own father and yet he had the audacity to even attempt to compare what he did with what Tara did!

“Do you hate him?” the voice spoke from behind him yet the tone felt as if it struck directly into his mind. “Do you want to kill him?”

“I do” Ayatsuji growled. He saw him do it, so many horrible things, he killed so many people, he burned down an entire village. He even put his hands on sweet Tara. There was no forgiving him, the world would be better off without him.

“Can we have you?” the voice spoke. “Can we love you?” and Ayatsuji agreed.

The light from his computer faded and the screen closed on its own. Ayatsuji now sat in the darkness alone. He sat there, his mind still cycling at millions of miles per hour, he had not yet comprehended what had just happened, but…..those images, those videos they were, unreal. Were they even reality, how did those girls even know about that stuff, had they been stalking him?

“Ayatsuji” that voice from the computer spoke but this time it was louder, more confident. it was behind him, right behind him this time. He could feel the bodies, sense their presence standing just inches away. He stood slowly, his heart racing within his chest. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing would come out, he could barely breathe.

“Go down stairs” the voice said, this time it was a whisper, soft, mousy yet she spoke with excitement. He spun around quickly, forcing himself to accept reality yet his eyes fell upon nothing. He stood there, waiting, watching the darkness yet he saw nothing.

“Bullshit” he huffed,  “This is –“ he heard his mother call out to him downstairs. They were not supposed to be back until Monday!

“DON!!!!!” he heard his mother call out, her voice drenched in terror, and then the sound of Don crying out and a thud that caused the entire top floor to quake followed. Ayatsuji rushed from his room in a panic stopping at the banister as he looked down below. His mother stood there crying out for her husband who was nowhere to be found.

“Mom” fell from Ayatsuji’s mouth catching Tara’s attention.

“Suji!” she cried out in a panic as she looked to him just then Don’s body shot passed her in a blur, from the kitchen and from the sound, smashed into the television. Soon he was pulled from the living room by an invisible force, being dragged on his stomach across the floor. Hs shoulder was bent awkwardly, like a wing facing backward, his nose bent to the side, one eye gushing out scarlet fluid, his lower lip torn at the left side. There was a large Hematoma on his forehead and his right leg was twisted to the side. Then as he entered Ayatsuji’s field of vision from below a large white light formed brightly from below him, from the body of the light tiny little hands raised up, pulling at the man who awakened as they tore at his flesh and he cried out in pain.

The little hands pulled at him, revealing tiny bodies the size of toddlers, the little things were all black, their eyes glowing bright yellow, their head elongated, shaped like ovals with pointed tops. They had no noses, their arms and legs thin and bony. Their chests concaved and sunken, their ribs seen definitely, It was like they had no flesh yet they were colored completely black. They swarmed the large man’s body.  They bit at him, clawed, like ants clamming over a rotting corpse, they swarmed all over him until he was no longer visible and as the light faded so did they, leaving nothing but the lingering despair from Tara’s soul and the feeling of utter shock within Ayatsuji.

“She’s yours for the night” the voice spoke. Ayatsuji looked to Tara who had fallen to the floor, pawing at the area where her husband had vanished.

“Don” she whimpered. “Don”.

As Ayatsuji looked to her he remembered all of the videos, the good times that he spent with her, the times that they showered together when he was a child, she would allow him to play with her breasts. She wanted him even then…but she was trapped with that beast.

“He’s gone now” Ayatsuji snickered as he made his way to the stairs. His mother looked to him. His dick erect, his heart pounding. He hadn’t really understood what the hell happened to Don but that was one thing he knew. “He isn’t coming back” Ayatsuji smiled to Tara as he got closer and he knelt beside her. Looking her in the eye, touching her face softly. Her eyes were pouring tears and she leaped into his arms, quivering from the shock of what had just transpired. She didn’t know how she got back home, or why her husband died….she hadn’t even noticed Ayatsuji smiling or that his dick was pocking her in the stomach. All she knew was that she needed to hug someone, to be near someone because she was terrified.

“It’s okay Tara” Ayatsuji whispered in her ear, rubbing her back with one hand, while he used the other to rub her thigh, moving it up her skirt. She pulled away from him, failing as he pulled her closer.

“Suji what are you –“ she attempted but stopped as she noticed the psychotic grin on his face.

“I love you” he said attempting to force a kiss, but she turned away, trying as hard as she could to pull back, resulting in Ayatsuji falling on top of her.

“I need this” he said tearing at her underwear, ripping them from her body as she cried out for help. She clawed at his face leaving four long gashes, trickling scarlet, but he didn’t notice, he was engulfed in the moment, he could not feel anything but this uncontrollable lust  that was burning up his soul. Suddenly Tara’s arms fell back, pinned by the invisible force that had attacked her husband. But she could still fight, she attempted to hold her legs, closed but in this state Ayatsuji was stronger than her. He pulled her legs open, forcing them apart as he moved forward so he could look her in the eye as he entered. Again and again he took her for hours, flipping her over, bending her across the sofa and finally as he began to cum he had to look her in the eye again: “I love you” he whispered to her as he finished. He moved, lying beside her as she curled herself into a ball and quivered, muttering something that he could not hear. He cuddled closer to her causing her to jump at the touch. “I love you Tara” he said again, then as the night gave way to a coming morning his body went stiff, within the vanishing dark a white light appeared, this time in the midst of the fading black, in thin air. From the light two beings stood side by side, both taller than himself, yet he recognized the bodies, they were the woman from the computer screen, yet their flesh, was pure black, they had not faces, their arms, were so long, longer than a normal human, they had no hair, their finger long and bony. But their figures were the same, the curves, the breasts, the hips he could recognize.

“You will love us” the voice spoke within his head.

“What?!” Ayatsuji cried out as his body rose by itself, carried by the invisible force.

“You are ours” the voice kept repeating softly as the force carried him into the light. He called out for his mother, called out for his father but there was nothing he could do to fight the draw of this unseen force. “No more” the voice spoke as the light faded. “You had her for one night” Ayatsuji screamed once more for his mother before once again all went silent and there was nothing left behind save for Tara, laying there on the floor, curled up in a ball, weeping on the floor in the midst of the coming morning. 



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