Blu the little pixie (352 hits)
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Submitted by <DISTURBEDNAKEDCHILD.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2007-11-15 16:01:37 EST
Blu the little pixie
Once upon a time there was a tiny young pixie named Blu. Blu lived with his father and his older brother Glee in a tree stump in the enchanted woods.
Blu was a very unhappy pixie because, you see, his family treated him terribly - they would make him do all the house work, wait on them hand and foot and just be really mean to him.
Late one night when his Dad and Glee were up drinking their special pixie brew things went too far, and they barged into Blu`s room.
Blu screamed and kicked as his brother yanked him from his bed and their father frantically removed his clothes - Blu started to cry and his brother pinned him to the bed. He looked up and saw his Dad was naked above him heaving and sweating, his erect penis glistening red raw in front of his face. His brother laughed and danced about as their Dad stripped Blu naked.
Dad was vicious - he held Blu down and he raped Blu, oh Jesus did he rape him bad. He raped him so bad.
Little Blu closed his eyes and furled his tiny transparent wings around his head and dreamt of a better place as his old man went to work on his tender opening. Tears streamed down his cheeks as his Father relentlessly pounded him over and over again. He blacked out.
He woke the next morning shivering, naked and sticky with blood and his Dads putrid pixie nectar. He felt sticky and sore and when he opened his eyes he saw what his father had done. His tiny body was covered in blood and other assorted bodily fluids. When he tried to stand up he screamed in pain because you see the damage was far worse than wee Blu could ever imagine. Far, far worse.
He looked between his legs and a strange whimper escaped through his cracked lips. His anus was a tattered ruin, part of his innards had been torn from his body during the rape. A thick red tube of veiny meat hung enormous out of what remained of his tender hole. It was half dried up but still a little shiny with moisture, hairs and dust were stuck all over it but the worse part was it had become adhered to his woollen blanket during the night.
Poor little Blu was now in a panic he didn't know what to do. Each little movement of his battered body sent blasts of pain through him. He was sweating and barely conscious from the terrible pain. His frantic eyes searched his room for something - anything that could get him out of the predicament.
Through blurry eyes he spotted his pocket knife on the bedside dresser. His Dad gave him that knife on his 8th birthday. They had gone fishing in the local pond. He was now delirious from shock - he snatched up the knife and unfolded the tiny rusted blade.
He stared at the blade then at the meaty tube snaking from within him. Holding his breath and gritting his teeth he began to slice around the tube and the blanket, slowly peeling the two apart. After what seemed like an eternity he cut through the lasts piece of bloody fibres and flesh that had him imprisoned on his bed. He collapsed; emotionally wrecked from his ordeal.
Looking over he sees his dad - fishing pole in hand and a cigar in his mouth - swaying back and forth in their creaky old dinghy with a smile on his face. Staring down at his hand he sees his shiny new knife glistening in the sun. Lunging forward with lightning pixie speed he plunges the knife into his fathers eye.
Sitting up gasping for air little Blu opens his eyes and re-enters his nightmarish reality. Which is much worse than any nightmare his mind could ever conjure. Shaking with rage and ignoring the blinding pain, he leaps from his bed and barges through his bedroom door.
His father lays asleep in front of the fire in his favourite chair. Empty pixie brew jars strewn about on the floor. Blu knows his Dad is a heavy sleeper whilst under the brews spell. He opens a cupboard and grabs a coil of rope and begins to carefully tie his fathers hands and feet to the chair. His father doesn't stir.
Limping through the kitchen naked and bloody - his innards still dangling from beneath - Blu gathers some items and returns to his Father.
He reaches around from behind his Dad with a towel and quickly forces it between his teeth and ties it behind his head.
His dad, now wide awake struggles against the restraints and stares at his son standing before him. Blu stares straight back into his fathers frightened eyes with his head tilted slightly and a strange half grin on his bloodstained face. Dads eyes shift down to see what wee Blu is holding and releases a muffled gasp when he realizes what it is: In Blu's tiny coiled fists he holds a large claw hammer and a wood carving chisel.
He kneels down before his struggling father and winces as his swaying insides scrape the wooden floor. He places the razor sharp edge of the chisel upon the top if his dads big toe and brings the hammer down with a mighty blow. The muffled screams echo within their tree stump dwelling as Blu repeats the process to each of his Fathers big toes.
Blu rises to his feet chisel in one hand and the two big toes in the other. He edges the chisel towards his fathers left eye and slowly pushes is through his tightly shut lid. Pink viscus fluids spill over his hand as he repeats this to his right eye. Dads head sags forward,blu raises it back up by yanking on his hair then jams the two severed toes into each empty socket.
Blu sits staring for awhile at the horror he has created. He picks up some scissors and begins to slice away his fathers trousers.
He pulls away the flimsy fabric and gazes at his fathers filthy penis still caked with his own blood and faeces. Reaching around blindly - unable to take his eyes off of that evil sex organ - he picks up the scalpel that he found in the kitchen.
He grabs the limp phallus and begins to slice through it right down the middle. Dad starts to buck wildly sending a spray of blood and eyeball juice over Blu, he doest care and begins to cut wildly until his blade meets the base of the destroyed appendage. He grabs each half as tight as he can and pulls them in opposite directions until he feels the surrounding flesh start to tear.
Suddenly he hears a noise and turns around - Glee has just returned from school. As soon as he lays eyes on the ghastly scene he turns around and runs back through the door. Blu Quickly picks up the hammer and sprints after him in hot pursuit, innards flailing behind him.
He was only a few feet behind Glee when he hurled the hammer straight at his brothers head - it struck Glee fair on the old melon.
Blu rushes up, kneels down, picks up the hammer and begins to pulverize young Glees skull into the ground. He pounds relentlessly until his arms are sore and nothing remains of his brothers head but a grisly mess of shattered bone shards and liquid brains.
Blu limps back to his home. His father is now dead - probably from shock or the tremendous blood loss.
Blu sits down next to old Dad, lights up one of his cigars and sips his pixie juice.
Sitting in the living room surrounded by the swirling smoke, soaked in his families blood and gore and with a warm feeling in his belly from the brew, Blu smiles.
He is finally happy.
User Reviews
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:17:32 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No.
Not even a little bit.
Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:15:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
so bad its good, kind of like everything i've ever done.
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:15:27 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
blu as in blow.
like the formatting.
the story could have been...interesting, I guess.
I could never read it all.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:15:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome.
Submitted by MANICMOTHER (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:11:11 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
WAY too hard on the eyes to read easily and certainly not sick OR twisted enough for this site.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:09:11 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by tarnation (user info) at 2006-04-27 20:05:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Foolproof (user info) at 2006-04-27 13:09:28 (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-04-27 11:55:56 (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by DeadToast (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:09:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I couldn't finish this. Seriously, I started to get a headache.
Learn some damned PRONOUNS, you used "Blu" way too many fucking times.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-11-15 16:05:24 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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