Vlad

Demon Lukhritz and Hurtie Gurtie

“Hey buddy!”

Hurtie Gurtie approached Demon Luhkritz and shook his hand with a fake dumb smile on his face.

“Want to go do some sodomy in a Nature Center after work?”

“Get the fuck out of my face. Chain of command!”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Punk. Look at those idiots around you! You’re not an IDIOT… ARE you?”

“No, my liege.”

Hurtie Gurtie scurried back into his pathetic Warehouse Cage. His thoughts turned over and tumbled inside his thick Napoleonic skull. Internal waves of psychosis boiled over and over like a tea kettle about to explode. Past trauma. Sadism. Masochism. Was Hurtie Gurtie actually Switch? And if so, what was really on his mind?

A drug fucked daughter who he failed to discipline… (Using illegal tracking methods, through a former employee’s Google Nexus 4 Smartphone, mind you). His distant and faded son… who was so far advanced into the intellectual realm of Harvard that this fake pathetic shitstain… this… Hurtie Gurtie… had no other option left aside from suicide. Hopefully not a murder – suicide. That shit’s creepy.

The seasons spun ‘round and ‘round our Burning Circle. He womanized many. Too many. Unnecessarily many. He cared for few. Very, very, very… very few. A Freakishly Talented few. Maybe even a One of Savant Talent level but… still almost no one. Err... exactly no one.

No.

One.

At.

All.

Obsessed, confused, psychotically compelled… he let his truck manufacturing career consume the very vibrations of his soul. Why?

And so it goes, Demon Lukhritz summoned Hurtie Gurtie to the Office Chamber. And the Rains began to fall upon their Halls.

“Report.”

“Patterns normal, employee mind control tuned up. We can get away with anything.”

“Continue. Bend over.”

Hurtie Gurtie pulled down his pants.

“Suck it, bitch!”

Hurtie Gurtie began performing fellatio on the Demon. Lukhritz then took a green garbage collecting device and grabbed Hurtie Gurtie’s boot. Hurtie Gurtie grabbed the Demon’s flaccid cock and began stroking. He also slowly and deliberately stroked his ass. And kept stroking. This fucker almost suffered a stroke himself.

It was finally erect.


“Bend to me, fucker!"

Demon Lukhritz took the bottle of lube and threw it against the Wall of Mirrored Glass. Hurtie Gurtie’s sad eyes fell off into Oblivion. During sessions past that lube was his only safety.

Not anymore.

No.

Hard.

Limit.


“Ghuuuuwwwaahhhh! Ahrrrrrrrrrraahhhhhhhh! TAKE IT!”

Hurtie Gurtie was now numb and silent. A piece of property. Worthless sodomized filth.


They fucked for a while. Hurtie Gurtie’s insides were concussed and ruptured. Destroyed and cursed with rapture. Blood, shit, and cum flooded the Office Chamber’s floor.

The Rains.

No pain, no pain. Only numbness.

He spoke in tongues of Satan. Demon Lukhritz cursed on…

“Mshahh fiii! khuuuu… latatatatatat ahhh! Gwuakkkah Gwukaah DIE MOTHERFUCKER AGHHHH!”

Demon Lukhritz then orgasmed. He shot his Satanic seed deep into the torn bleeding bowels of Hurtie Gurtie. Shit began to ooze out out of the torn up corners of Hurtie Gurtie's anus. The 2:30 PM buzzer rang. The truck mechanics clocked out and went home. Demon zipped up his pants and shoved Hurtie Gurtie away. Hurtie Gurtie submitted to the ground, shaking in fear. Demon Lukhritz kicked him. He kicked him right in the ankles. Again, again, and agiain.

He then spat on him and then walked away quietly.

Upon hearing news of this event, Hurtie Gurtie's son, a college student at Harvard, blew his brains out with no warning.

His drug fucked and whored out daughter slit her wrists and bled out in daddy's bath tub after mainlining some heroin. The cocksucker Gurtie couldn't track that one with his phone. Not this time. He was already sodomized to death by a Demon.

Eleven years later the Truck Manufacturing Company was liquidated and wiped clean from historical records. No one remembered anything.

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