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Disturbed
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This work should disturb you. It is not, like my last story, in any way
humorous. It is meant to display the darker side of the human spirit.
It deals with rape, murder, pedophilia, torture, and psychological
abuse. I want it to be known now that I in no way condone, practice, or
even fantasize about the contents of this story. If you are the type
that gets offended by the contents of this story, well, don't read it.
It is set in a real town, but, as far as I know, none of the people in
the story are real. (i.e., don't go combing through the Akron phone
book trying to get me sued.)
Usual legal crap (tm). This is absolute fiction. No similarity between
actual persons or events, except yours truly as the next door neighbor.
(And I won't tell you if he kills me or not, you just have to find
out.) totally a work of fiction, no animals were harmed in the making
of this story, but a few strains of bacteria became extinct.
I am signing my real name to this instead of posting anonymously,
however, like I said, this in no way displays my outlook on life,
mental status, or intentions. Please do not mail me to tell me that I'm
sick. I will take constructive criticism and compliments, but flames
will be roundfiled.
Now that all that crap is over, let the games begin.
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Just to the north of Akron, Ohio, there sits a few quiet suburbs.
There's areas like Stow, Hudson, Aurora, and Bath Township. These places
are the idyllic pictures of Rockwellian America, the perfect yuppie havens,
all of us have our BMWs, our two and a half kids, our three bedroom house
on one half acre of land. But underneath it all, there is a tension that
can only be known in a few cities. For you see, Akron is the home of two
of the most notorious serial killers - Ted Bundy, and more recently,
(from right here in lovely Bath Township), Jeffery Dahmer. While all the
inhabitants of this quiet semi-rural area smile sweetly at one another
during the day, at night, we know that the reason we all have dogs is that
our kind next door neighbor may be the next Dahmer, the next Getty, even the
next Manson. This is the story of Akron's next mass murderer - Andrew
S. Barry. And now, as day breaks over this peaceful area, I will take you
through the mind of the madman.
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"Beautiful", he thought, as he washed out the inside of the
Hellmann's jar. "When did they come up with the idea of plastic lids?"
Andy was ecstatic, as well he should be. He'd been wanting to do this
for a long time, he just couldn't figure out a way to keep all the pieces
off the walls.
"Here you go!", he almost sang to the mouse, as he lowered it into
the mayonaisse jar. "Sleep tight." He screwed the lid on, using more pressure
than he thought he needed, but he wanted to make sure.
He placed the jar in the microwave, and set the timer. He was already
getting more than a small hard-on, he absent mindedly began to stroke his
penis through his jeans as he pressed the buttons. When the start button
finished emitting its chirp, the light came on inside, and the microwave
came to life. The mouse started running around the inside of the jar, it's
breathing rapid, running into the walls in the hope of escaping the
excruciating pain of it's insides boiling. Andrew had been hoping for a show,
and this was what he was getting. He had both hands on his erect shaft now,
stroking with a fury that he had never displayed before. The mouse's eyes
blew out, coating a small portion of the jar, followed by the simultaneous
explosions from the mouth and rectum as all the gasses in the mouse were
forced out by the heat. Blood was running from all the openings the mouse
had to offer, and it didn't move anymore.
Andrew was so caught up in watching the blood trickle from the
mouse that he didn't even realize that he had ejaculated. He kept rubbing
over his shaft, not even feeling the wet spot that had started to appear
on his jeans. He opened the microwave, and was hit by the stench of fear
and death, and it excited him all the more. He took off his pants,
his erection never flagging, and jerked off some more. When he felt he was
about to come, he took the lid off the mayonaisse jar, and aimed at the dead
mouse, and was disappointed by the small amount of fluid that escaped him.
It was only then that he realized he had already come once, and in his
anger at missing an orgasm, he flung the jar at his wall, glass, blood and
come smearing against it like some sick mural.
"Fuck. I've got to clean that shit up now.", he hissed. He couldn't
have given a shit less about it, except that his mother was coming home
from church soon and he knew what punishment was, and would be, if she
saw that he'd killed another mouse. He started thinking about the last time
she caught him with a dead mouse. She made him take off all his clothes,
and stand with his hands on his knees. Then she tied his wrists around his
thighs, and started beating him all over the legs with the hose. He knew
better than to fall down by this time, he knew that if he did fall, she'd
put the alligator clips on his balls again. That was the worst. So he
stood there, taking the lashes. When she stopped, he thought that she
would set him free, but this time, things were a little different. She went
over to the kitchen, grabbed the tub of crisco, and slapped a huge dollop
on his asshole. She told him that if he was a good boy, he'd never have to
do this again. He didn't know what it was that she was about to do, until
he felt the crisco going into his asshole, with something sharp dragging
on his guts.
"Now, I'm going to leave you like that until you shit that mouse
out. That'll teach you not to kill things.", she whispered. She knew that it
bothered him more to be whispered at when he was in trouble than to be yelled
at.
He felt the little rodent's claws dragging out of him, making him
break down into tears as his invaded anus contracted and expanded trying
to expel the mouse. He begged his mother to take the mouse out, he couldn't
get it out by himself, it was stuck, but she wouldn't listen. Those five
minutes seemed an eternity to him.
Andrew's butthole was contracting while he thought about it. He knew
she'd be home soon, and he didn't dare put the mouse in the trash for fear
she'd find it. He put all the pieces in a plastic baggie, wiped up the wall,
and went out into the yard. He threw the bag into the neighbors garbage, and
ran back inside, thanking God that he had beat mother home.
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For the next three days, he took every opportunity he could to
think about that mouse dying while masturbating. He had to be careful, if
his mom caught him, she'd get the clips out again. He saw those eyes popping
out over and over, and it made him come every time.
But the excitement was fading. He knew that it was only a matter of
time before he'd have to have a new stimulus, something that would keep
him entertained longer. And he knew that he'd never be able to have his fun
with his mother home.
"Mom, I think it's time that I got a place of my own.", he blurted out
over dinner. He had sounded much more suave when he rehearsed it in the
basement, why did he feel so silly now? "I mean, I'm 24 years old, and I've
been making great money since I got my degree."
"And have you given any thought as to where you wanted to live?", she
asked him. She had been subjected to this conversation more times than she
was willing to think about. But this time, she had a surprise for him.
"Naw. I just thought I should get out. I think you're cramping me. I
want a place where I can have my friends over."
"If you had them, you'd be all set. Right now, you just want a place
where you don't have to worry about me catching you jacking off. That's why
I went and put a down payment on a small house for you over on the north
side of Stow. I know you have enough to pay me back the down payment in
your account, and you can make the payments. I was waiting until the deal
closed to tell you. It's been a long month, waiting, listening to you bitch
about living here every day. It going to be like getting released from prison
to see you go. You can move in day after tomorrow, by then all the utilities
will be on. You owe me for that, too."
Andrew couldn't believe his ears. He had just been given full reign
of his life, and he could do whatever he wanted. He almost hugged his mother.
He grabbed his checkbook, wrote out a cheque for what he owed her, and ran
off to his room. She had told him all about the house, it was a little two
bedroom house over on White Oak Terrace. Not the nicest neighborhood in
Stow, but liveable. The best part was that there were trees all around it.
"No one can peek in and see you playing your sick little games.", his mother
had said.
The day came that he could finally move in. He took all the furniture
that he had in the basement, his recliner, his loveseat, bed, stereo, TV,
and table. His mother gave him a couple dressers and bookcases. As far as
he was concerned, all he needed now was a microwave and he was set. The last
people had built the fridge into the wall, so he didn't need one of those.
He was given cookware and other kitchen stuff by some of his mother's friends,
and he was all set.
He went out to survey the outside of the house, and possibly
meet a couple of the neighbors. "Oh, for shit's sake.", he mumbled, looking
at the neighbor on the left hand side. This guy was scruffy looking.
About 5'9", 175, wearing only a pair of shorts and a hat, he looked like he
had just stepped out of hell. That in itself wasn't bad. Who it happened
to be was the depressing part. "Well, we're neighbors now," he thought,
"might as well make the best of it."
He strode over to his neighbor and tapped him on the shoulder.
The poor startled soul never heard him coming. Being more than a
little high strung, he let out a wail of surprise. Andrew had known this
guy in high school. As best he could remember, his name was Michael Simone.
Really arrogant bastard, he remembered that. Set out a bunch of viruses on
the computer room at Stow High, ran some stupid paint gun game there, too.
Always getting caught doing something, never getting in any trouble though.
"Glib fucking bastard.", Andrew thought, trying not to be repulsed by what
he saw. Michael had always run with the real brains of the school, top-ten,
computer club, speech and debate team, the "better than thou" self righteous
bastards. He'd always made Andrew feel like a snake - he had this tendency
to take whatever anyone said and use it against them. Always talked about
one day either becoming a senator or a writer. Idiot got kicked out of Kent
State for his GPA once already, and for some unknown reason they let him
back in. He was always weaseling his way out of something. And now, Andrew
lived next door to him.
"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.", gasped the poor confused
young man, not sure what to make of this stranger who just appeared behind
him. Or was he a stranger? Dammit, he looked so familiar. "I know you from
somewhere, I know that. Don't tell me."
"God, how I love to watch him squirm when he's on the spot like this",
Andy mused. Michael had been working up at Sears selling computers last time
he had seen him, and trying like hell to remember someone's name. "For a
glib bastard, he sure has trouble remembering whose toes he's stepped on."
The thought almost made him giggle.
"I've got it. I know who you are now. Really, I've been meaning to
pay that bill, I'm just never home when you come collecting. Sorry...here,
how much do I owe you?"
"A, you're not carrying a wallet in your shorts, and B, I don't
know what the hell you're talking about."
"You're not the paperboy?"
"Sorry, try again.", Andrew chimed, like one of those Godawful
game show hosts. "Jesus", he thought, "I know he smoked more than his share
of dope in college, but can it be that he fried his brain *that* badly?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just now waking up, and my brain is still in bed.
Hi, I'm Mike, and you-"
"I know, Mike. We graduated together. Andy. Andy Berry."
"Still doesn't ring a bell."
"I used to come into the computer room a lot. You'd always be in there
playing some stupid game you wrote."
"Have to admit, Drozin's class wasn't exactly intellectally
challenging."
"Rotten bastard," Andrew thought. He knew Mike had been programming
all his life, and he took Intro to Computer Science for the easy A. Blew
the curve, made everyone else look bad. God, how he hated Mike's type. "No,
no it wasn't.", he lied. He had failed that class miserably, and it was Mike's
fault. There were people in there with 3.5s who'd never seen an F until Mike
came along and fucked everything up. He knew that if there was one person in
this neighborhood who would regret his living there, it was this bastard next
door.
"Hey, I gotta run. I get to spend the whole day on the phone. Happy
happy joy joy, eh?", Mike babbled, turning. "Was there anything in particular
that you wanted, or did you just want to see how badly I needed to be scared
to wet my shorts?"
"Nah, I just wanted to meet my new neighbor."
"You're my neighbor? Hmmm...I was kinda hoping for someone about
my age, female, single, and well shaped, but, hey, beggars can't be choosers.
Nice that someone I know lives here. Bye!"
"Someone he knows my ass", he seethed as he slinked home. "You don't
remember me, just like you don't remember any of the people who you made
hate you. Just like you don't remember the names of all the people you screwed
out of money there. Just like you don't even remember the names of all the
girls who I'd wanted who you dated there. Fucking bastard. You just wait,
one day, we'll see who's laughing."
It's only luck on Michael's part that Andy didn't see him walking
off shaking his head. Michael had more than his share of dealings with
sociopaths in his life, he grew up having to hear about his mother's patients,
and visiting her at work. He didn't know what it was, but he *knew* that there
was something off kilter about his new neighbor.
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Andrew got settled rather quicky. He got into the routine of bills,
work, and the Akron area social scene (ha ha ha) within weeks. He had his
computer set up, and after getting some BBS numbers (and some rather peculiar
looks) from his Oh-so-loved neighbor, he finally made his first real attempt
at finding a human victim.
He logged onto a few of the boards as a woman named Elizabeth Greene,
under the handle Hot Babe. He knew that men were instantly on any woman who
logged on like white on rice, and that any one of them would more than
willingly go wherever "she" wanted. (He also found out that Michael went by
the handle Muttley, and was more than willing to fuck with his mind.) After
several attempts to get the Mutt to meet him somewhere, he realized that
nothing was going to get him to cheat on his girlfriend. Such is life.
But he did get one man to respond to his efforts. "Aaron", he said to
himself. "What a fairy fucking name. To hear it, you can't tell if he's male
or female. The world could use fewer fairies." He talked him into meeting him
at Adell Durbin park, he'd be in a blue minivan, waiting for him in the
backseat, naked and waiting. "Boy is he going to be surprised when he finds
out that I'm not only not a woman, but I'm also kidnapping him. Little fairy
fuck, good riddance." He checked to make sure that all of the little pieces
he'd installed in the basement were in place, and set out on his trip.
He wasn't in the parking lot before he saw a young black-haired
man open the passenger door of the van and look in. Andrew ducked down
behind the seat, and in a loud whisper announced that Aaron should close
the door and sit with his eyes closed. Poor Aaron didn't exactly know
what he should think when he felt the cuffs slap on his wrist..he knew that
they were attatched to the seat somehow, they didn't give at all. His other
hand was cuffed to the other side, and Andrew slapped him. Aaron opened his
eyes.
"Hey! You're not a woman!", he screamed.
"You're real fucking bright, fairy.", Andrew hissed, and pointed
a .357 at the boy. "Now, shut up and sit tight."
During the trip back up through Stow, Andrew made constant remarks
about how only fairies cried, and how Aaron must be the queen fairy because
he was crying so much. By now, the poor boy was in heaving sobs, not knowing
what he had done to be getting this, not knowing what he should do. Once
he safely tucked the van into the garage, Andy forced two pills and some water
down the boy's throat.
"What was that?", Aaron asked, through his sobs.
"Valium. I don't want you fighting when the cuffs come off.",
Andrew replied, knowing that this boy wasn't going to fight with or without
the valium.
When Aaron finally couldn't hold on to conciousness anymore,
Andrew pulled him out of the van, through the door connecting the garage and
the house, and down into the basement. He put the boy's arms into chains above
his head, and his legs into chains going to the walls, making him an X
suspended over the basement floor. He injected some speed into the boy's
neck, and waited. He looked over his domain, he had all the tools he
needed here, most importantly, he had the needles full of adrenaline that he
acquired. Being a student at NEOUCOM (Northeast Ohio Universities College
of Medicine) had its advantages.
The boy came to, realized his surroundings slowly but surely, and
started screaming. A swift kick in the groin was the attention getter that
Andrew felt appropriate, and did so. When Aaron regained some composure,
Andrew began to explain the situation to his quarry.
"You are in the basement of my house. Don't worry, it's quite
soundproof. No one will hear the screams that are going to escape you over
the next few days. No one knows where you are, no one is going to rescue
you, so don't even hope. There will be torture sessions regularly, before
each, you will be given a shot of adrenaline so that every sensation you
have will be amplified. When I have had enough of you, I will kill you
and serve your ground flesh to my dog. Do you understand?"
Trembling with fear, Aaron nodded that he understood. He asked
why he was being tortured, why him?
"Because you fell into a trap. This is the lesson you must learn.
When you stop begging to live, and start begging me to kill you, then I'll
start on the slow road to your death. For now, though, you still want to
live. I've got to break you of that will." Andrew was harder than a rock,
he had never had an opportunity like this. If only mother knew how happy she
had made him....
The boy urinated out of fear, and Andrew flew into a rage.
"For that, you will be *severely* punished!", he sneered, and grabbed his
scalpel. He carefully cut the boy's clothes off, making sure not to cut the
skin. He called his dog downstairs, and Ferdie came willingly. He set down
the scalpel and turned on the iron. While the iron heated up, he decided that
a nice used sweat sock would be a nice touch for the boy's mouth, and tried to
force one in. When the boy refused, he calmly walked across the basement,
over behind the boy, and attatched the jumper cables to the car battery he
had there. The other ends he held by the boy's testicles. The boy held fast.
He pinched some of the scrotum with the positive cable. The boy winced,
but kept his mouth closed. His resolve was broken, however, when the
negative cable was attatched to the end of his penis. Taking advantage of the
gaping maw provided by the scream, Andrew forced in the sock. He disconnected
the cable from the battery, leaving the clips hooked on the boy's genitals.
"Now, Aaron, you see what can happen when you disobey me. I still
need to punish you for pissing on my floor. From now on, you will only
discharge waste materials when I say. Do you understand."
The boy said nothing.
"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?", he screamed.
Aaron nodded his head.
"Good. Now, for your punishment.", he said, with the calmness of
a doctor about to perform his umpteen thousandth physical.
He picked up a potato peeler from his rack, and slowly drew it over
the boy's forearm. When the boy started to quiver in fear of what was about
to happen to him, Andy pressed with all his strength and sheared off about
six inches of top layer skin. The boy screamed into the sock. Andy kept
running the peeler over the newly exposed flesh, again and again, until he
saw bone. He grabbed the iron and cauterized the wound. The stench of
searing flesh filled the air. The boy convulsed in pain, shaking like a rag
doll. He somehow managed to get enough strength to force the sock out before
he vomited from fear and pain, retching in agony, coating his body with
the viscous fluid. Andy, not wanting his jumper cables to get dirty,
quickly pulled them from the boys genitals without first opening the clip.
The skin tore off, opening the boy up to bleed more. Andy, thinking quickly,
cauterized those wounds as well, causing the boy to pass out.
"That should be enough punishment. Tomorrow we start on your torture.",
Andy said, as he unzipped his fly. He stared at the boy's wounded flesh, his
mangled and burned genitals as he masturbated. He'd never seen so much come
in his life as he unloaded on Aaron.
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I told you it was disturbing, or should have been. When I get some time
on my hands, I'll start working on part two, where he starts getting
into the rape and necro, and other stuff I talked about. Like I said,
please don't e-mail me to tell me that I'm sick, I don't care.
Constructive criticism is good, I'd like to hear it. There will be no
reposting of this story by me, so if you miss a part, get it from
someone who saved it. I'm deleting each part as it gets on the net - I
want no part of it.
Pleasant dreams!
Michael Simone
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