Black Heart of Man

Authors Notes: This is a test story I am writing. I writing it from pure ideas, without a plot in mind, but there will be one. There will be some murder, rape, underage sex, and consensual. And two incest cases.

I will try to update at least once every few weeks. So, if you enjoy it, please be patient with me. Working 30 hours a week, with 5 hours of school Monday-Friday, and my girlfriend take up a lot of time.

Summary: Six strangers get kidnapped by an organization led by an evil man. The organization places them in a deserted zone. There are guns, food, knives, and swords of all sorts hidden all around the forest-like area. Many people have made bets on who will be the last surviving. The contestants do not know that none of them will live, they only know that they must survive, and become the last one alive. The last one alive will be killed, so he can not spread the news of the organization.

Characters:
Main:
Arin Smith
Steven Hudson
Christopher Heston
Sarah Jones
Christina Blake
Heather Watts

Sub:
Dr. Clarke
Mistress Slevina
David Bixxen


Chapter Three: Christopher Heston's Revenge.


Christopher Heston, mostly known as Chris or Biggy, was currently watching TV, trying to ignore his sisters dancing. At 19, he was a beast of a man. He was six foot five. With shaggy black hair and black augers for eyes. Nose a honker, and lips fat and yet thin. He wasn't entirely fat, but most of his three-hundred pounds were. His little sister, now fifteen, was a whore. But it wasn't her fault. Their father had been molesting her and having sex with her ever since she was seven years old.

Both sister and mom were 'forced' to walk around the house naked. Chris hated it. He never looked at them willingly, and never touched them, unless his father made him. Chris was a big guy, but his father was a beast, with a mean personality to boot. His sister enjoyed the sex and blowjobs everyday, and was so happy. Soon, her daddy's job partners would start using her and their mother for play-things.

Chris was just waiting for enough money to get saved up to go away, and then he would call the cops. Today, Chris had been forced to fuck his moms ass while his dad made his sister choke on his own meat stick. He didn't like it at all. It was wrong, and disgusting. Doing that to your mom! Your daughter! Even thinking about it made Chris want to sick up. He had nearly three thousand dollars saved up that his dad didn't know about. In a few months, he would move far, far away.

But right now, Chris was watching a CSI marathon, and his sister was dancing around naked, trying to distract him. Chris sighed before quietly saying, "Would you stop it, you fucking whore?" His sister gasped in shock, and gave him a death glare.

"YOU ASSHOLE! I was just trying to make you happy!" She shouted angrily. Chris smirked at her, but not with any mirth on his face. Standing up, he walked over to his sister, Daina, and hugged her.

"Baby sister, if you want to make me happy, you'll cover yourself up, and come away with me in a month or two, getting away from that disgusting pig we call father." Chris spoke with anger, and love, and tears rolled down his face. He had failed as a brother, not being able to protect his younger sibling, and he hated himself for it. Unwillingly, a memory popped into his head.

I watched Daina run down the stairs, she was only five at the time. She had a huge grin on her face, a mess around her mouth, and the cutest little dress eve on. It was pink, with red roses colored on, and white fake-lace at the cuffs, hem, and neck. She ran on, laughing, and smiling, into my arms, playing Tackle the Big'un. We played it all the time as kids, before father started using her as a sex toy. I usually let her win, but I won plenty.

The tears kept flowing from Chris's eyes as he remembered that day. That was the first day he saw his mom being used by his dads partners. Seven men used her for hours. She was crying, and begging them to stop the entire time. Chris's father had held him down in a chair, playing with his then prepubescent dick, and whispering things that made Chris cry harder. Things that he promised to do to his sister when she got old enough

"Chrissy, I love what daddy does to me, though! It feels so good. He never raped me, you know. And he gives me all the attention I could ask for." Daina said suddenly. "So don't cry, kay? I don't like watching you cry."

Chris stopped the tears with an effort, and laughed. She was trying to protect him! All he could do was laugh. Not with humor, though. He pushed away from Daina, and said, "Daina, go get dressed, okay?"

She smiled when she saw him smiling. She wouldn't be smiling in a little bit, though. He couldn't stand it any longer. He remembered every detail of the night his mother was used, and now his father wanted the same for Daina. No more, he screamed inside his own head. He was taking her to the cops for protection after he told them what went on at his house. "Okay, bro! I'll be right back!" She yelled softly as she ran for the stairs. She was half way up them when she turned back around, and said down to him, "What should I wear?"

"Anything. I wanna take you out for lunch." Chris smiled at her, and it warmed his heart when she beamed back at him. She finished going up the stairs, and he heard her door close.

I am not going to allow what happened to mom to happen to Daina, he thought to himself. And of course, his memory came to torture him.


I was sitting in one of the dining room chairs in the living room, daddy holding me down with one hand, while his other was stroking my dick. Momma was lying on top of a black man, his dick in her ass. It was so big, at least ten inches. She screamed every time he pushed himself into her. Another man, short, pudgy, with a small cock was pushing it in and out of her mouth. She was covered in sweat and sperm. He didn't know what it was back then, though.

"You like watching this, Christopher?" Father suddenly whispered into his ear. "When your sister is old enough, she'll be helping your mom." Chris started to cry then, dry racking sobs that shook his entire body.

One of the other men, a tall man, lean and lithe, with muscle around his entire body, was pushing his own dick into her twat, his fingers pinching roughing on her nipples. She was bruised all over, red from being slapped. Blood was coming out of her mouth and ass, and she was crying. Her hands were being rubbed along other dicks, and the guys kept changing positions. Chris's dad finally joined the fray, and he was the cruelest of them all. The black guy who had been raping his mom's ass came over, and made Chris lick his blood and shit covered dick. Slapping Chris hard every few seconds didn't help Chris look away. His father was the only one with mother now, but she was screaming so loud. He was using a wooden paddle to beat her ass. Over and over he smacked her with the paddle. Her ass was welting up, and bleeding badly. After several minutes of beating her, he thrust his cock into her ass.

She screamed so loud, Chris thought he went def. She was sniveling, and begging him to stop, saying it hurt, that he was tearing her open. Chris's jaw suddenly was thrust open as the big black mans dick was shoved into his mouth. Chris gagged, throwing up all over the man. A punch hit him in the side of the face, and he was made to lick up his vomit. He had vomited several times while doing it, but the black man didn't let up. And neither did his father.

Now he had his mother's mouth over his dick, making her choke. Sounds were coming from her throat that no person should make.

Chris stopped the memory. His sister came down the stairs, a very short black skirt was barely covering her own twat, and a short tank top was tight, hugging her medium breasts. He assumed she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

"Let's go!" He smiled at her. They walked out of the house, arm in arm, to his car. It was a piece of junk station wagon, but it worked. Opening the passenger door for Daina, he made sure she had her seatbelt on before he walked around the car, and sat himself down. The key went into the ignition, and the car groaned into life. The stereo was on 105.1, and a song he didn't know was playing.

"Sweet," Daina exclaimed. Chris looked at her askance, and she sighed. "You know nothing! It's the 'All American Rejects'."

Chris was still staring at her, he had never heard of such a band. His sister sighed, and turned her head, probably thinking he was a lame ass. He didn't care. All he wanted to do was make her safe. Putting the car in reverse, he pulled out of the driveway, and turned, putting the car into first. He sped off.


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Pulling in the drive-through lane at McDonalds, he asked Daina, "So, what do you want?"

"Umm. . . A cheese burger, fried, and a coke!" She laughed. Chris didn't get it.

He was at the microphone, and waited for the crewmember to take his order.

"Hello, and welcome to McDonalds. I can take your order whenever you're ready." The intercom sort of muffled the voice, but it sounded like a high school girl.

Chris thought for a moment. He wasn't completely sure what he wanted.

"Yes, I will get a number 9 meal, large, with a Butterfinger McFlurry. And a cheeseburger, medium fries, and a medium coke." He said.

"Will that be all, sir?" the same voice asked.

"Yeah, that's it for today." He answered back.

"Okay, number 9 meal, large sized, with a large Butterfinger McFlurry, a cheeseburger, medium fry, and medium coke."

"Yup, that's right."

"Okay, that will be twelve forty nine at the first window. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too."

He drove to the first window, and handed the man there a ten and a five, and got his change back. Driving to the second window, he only had to wait for about thirty seconds before his bag of food was offered, and the receipt.

"Have a good day, Biggy!" The girl said. It was a friend of Chris's from high school. She was a looker, and had even gave Chris a pity blowjob in ninth grade. He smiled at her.

"Hey Christa! What's up with you these days?" He asked, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that his sister was looking at Christa, a little bit of anger heating her eyes.

"Ah, you know. Working to pay the bills, and satisfying my boyfriend while he lays on me for five minutes." Chris had to laugh at that.

"Well, I'd love to catch up with you, but I got to go. Peace." He said, and drove on. Parking in the lot, he ate, and bantered with his sister, talking about nothing, throwing a fry here, or there. After they were both done, Chris started driving again, heading for the police station. He knew his sister wouldn't go willingly, so once he parked at the station, his sister started yelling at him. He wouldn't have it, though. He picked her up, and carried in fireman style.

Her weak arms beat against his back as he walked towards the police station. People gave him odd looks. He opened the door to the precinct, and hauled Daina to the front desk, where he asked if she could be put in a cell for protection. He had to tell the cop at the desk why, first.

"What does she need protection from. . . Chris, was it?" The officer said.

"My dad. He's been molesting and using her since she was seven, and I finally got the balls to come to the police. He was going to let his bosses come over tonight or tomorrow and use her and my mom. Daina here is willing, but my mom has been getting raped and assaulted for over a decade. Please, protect her and arrest my father. If you need evidence, there is a condom under Daina's bed, my fathers dna inside it, and hers outside it."

The officer looked at him oddly. "Okay, son. I'll send a dispatch over there in a moment. We're gonna put you both in a cell. Just in case you're lying to me."

The officer dialed something on the phone, and two cops, both female, oddly, came and walked them to an empty cell. Wasn't a cell, really, but more like a closed off stone-walled room.

Daina was pissed as hell, screaming at Chris, kicking and punching him.

"YOU SON OF A SLUT! How dare you? I can't wait to see father beating you! You betrayed your family, you rotten pig!" She yelled.

"So? He was the pig, Daina! He RAPED mom! And let others rape her as well! You never saw it, but I did! I had to sit there for hours while she was raped every which way!" He yelled back, breaking only to catch his breath. "They beat her with a paddle until her ass was covered with welts and blood, and then rammed it up her ass, causing her bruised skin to smack against them! She was punched and kicked, pinched, and made to choke." He started crying then.

"Liar! Mom told me it was pleasant, that she loved it, and couldn't wait for it to happen again!"

"Was dad there with you?" He didn't wait for her nod. "That's why, Daina! She's afraid of him!"

"Quiet down in there!" One of the female officers shouted.

"I don't believe you, pig!" She said softly, punching Chris in the ribs one more time. She walked over to a bench, and sat, her arms wrapping around her knees, head resting on top.

Chris sighed, knowing she was ignoring him completely now. All he could do was wait.


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Chris was woken up by the screeching of the door, sleep still effecting him as he sat up. His eyes were blurry, but he saw an officer standing there, his mouth moving.

"Chris, you can go. You're father is in jail, and your sister will stay here until we find a nice family for her, unless you. . ." The officer stopped, but Chris knew what he meant.

"If I can get a better job, yeah, I can take of her, but she hates me."

"Ah, well, the twisted mind of an abused girl is forever twisted. In time, maybe she'll forgive you. But I guess she wont be happy living with you, will she?"

"No, she'll run away, start doing drugs probably, and I wont have it. I'll do whatever I can for her." He said, and the officer nodded and started to turn. "Wait. Umm, what about my mom?"

"She was killed by your father, we think. Strangled. I'm sorry."

Chris laid back down, and sobbed. He didn't know for how long, but for awhile, all he did was cry. No thoughts, no distractions.

He walked out of the police station, and headed for his car. Sitting down in the seat, he took a few moments to calm himself. He was about to start the car, when a voice said, "Have fun destroying your family?" And then he was unconscious.


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Hey guys, this is the last chapter I have typed up. Might be a few weeks before chapter four. This was the darkest chapter of the kidnappings I have planned, but after the six kidnapping chapters, murder, rape, and all sorts of dirty violence will become common place. Hope you enjoyed these three chapters, and I plan to have chapter 4, 5, and 6 down within the next 6 weeks.