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For All The Wrong Reasons	By : darqstar Category: G through L > House of 1000 Corpses Views: 4942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own House of 1000 Corpses, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Again, not sure if this will work. If I make any mistakes, I won't be able to correct them until they allow edit/addition of new stories, which they're saying might not be until March 1st.

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way own any part of the movies House of 1000 Corpses or The Devil's Rejects. I do not own most of these characters. They are the property of Rob Zombie, Liongate films, and whoever else holds a commercial or property license over them. This is fan fiction, intended for the sole purpose of entertainment. No one has been paid to write or host this story. No one is paid or will have to pay to read it.

THE STORY ITSELF DISCLAIMER: This story is rated NC-17, for disturbing images and excessive violence as much if not more than sexual contents. If stories involving murder, rape, extreme violence, cannibalism, humiliation, and so on, are not your cup of tea, DO NOT READ IT. If you are under the age of 18 don't read it either.

Specific Chapter Warning: Oral, extreme violence, language and other totally unwholesome things.

Chapter

Party Time

I sat on Otis's bed, trying to button the last of the buttons on the shirt and chewing my lower lip, nervously. Even though Baby had pulled the shirt from the closet, it had been worn a few times by Otis and not washed, so it smelled like him. I brought the sleeve up to my nose and took a deep sniff. The first time in ages, I had clothing on, and it felt almost weird. Strange as it may seem, being able to smell Otis helped calm me down, as if it was a way to reassure me that I was allowed to be wearing this.

I started hearing people coming up the stairs. The person who I'd heard singing downstairs apparently decided that he should serenade the house some more:

*�We started in the morning, carryin' well into the night

Throwin' dirty dishes lalalalal blah lala

I'm a drunken mother fucker who needs to get some tail.

I'm at HOME getting' HAMMERED

While she's out getting' NAILED!�

I heard Otis laugh, as if he couldn't stop himself, and then say, �Shh, buddy, people are sleeping!�

The singing stopped and I heard the same voice going, �Where's the chick?�

�Upstairs, c'mon asshole.� That was Otis again, and it was scaring me. He sounded so close to normal, like a guy who's been out with the boys and was coming home to continue the party. I didn't believe Otis had any friends except for his family.

�Whoo!� the singer cheered.

�Jesh, David, can't you learn to shut up?� an unfamiliar male voice asked. �These people are gonna kick our asses out of here.�

I heard Baby's giggle. �Don't you worry 'bout him, sugar pie We're gonna have a little party of our own! My room is juuust down the hall, c'mon.� I could picture her, leading this guy off, one of her breathtaking smiles on her face. Poor sucker was probably thinking this was the luckiest night of his life.

Otis and the other guy were right outside my door, I knew it. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself watching as the door opened and Otis and the mysterious singing stranger came in. �Hi honey,� Otis called out in an extremely over done 50's sitcom husband voice, �I'm home!�

I said nothing, instead looking at the stranger. He was the same height as Otis, with brown hair and eyes. He wasn't as thin as Otis, but he had the build of someone who might enjoy running or swimming. My stomach did a sickening, lurching, twist, suspecting something I really didn't want to think about.

The stranger looked around the room, not even seeing me yet. He was weaving a bit and even from across the room, I could smell the whiskey on him. �Whew! stinks in this room,� he remarked.

�Dead squirrel got caught between the walls,� Otis said casually. �We only tracked down the body today. You'll get used to it. Danny, this is my lady.� He pointed to me.

�David,� the guy corrected.

�Gee, I'm sorry, I'm just so bad with names.� Otis looked over at me. �C'mon over honey, and say hello Dan-Oops, I mean David.�

I didn't want to rise from the bed, but I forced myself. My bad knee almost buckled underneath me.

�Christ, she's skinny,� David remarked when I stood up. �She looks like one of those starving kids you see on the Tee-Vee late at night, one of them, 'send us ten bucks and we'll give this kid three squares a day for the rest of her life.' Fucking her must be like screwing a bag of bones.�

�Hey, I told you, she's been sick,� Otis said. I marveled at how damned normal he sounded, like he could have been any average guy. �But she's getting better. � He looked over at me and when he did, I saw that pure Otis B. Driftwood gleam in his eye. �C'mon over, say hello.� Only Otis could say that in such a way that it sounded fine, but I knew there was an order and a threat in there.

I moved towards them, slowly. Not just because I was reluctant, but also because I didn't want David to realize that with my bad knee and messed up ankle, walking wasn't an easy task for me. Otis was able to dismiss a lot of my lousy appearance on this claim that I'd been sick, but I didn't want to push the envelope.

�Aw, don't be shy, now,� Otis said, reaching out his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me towards him. Not too hard though; he didn't yank, but just gave a little pull, like an eager boyfriend might. When I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him, and kissed me.

I returned the kiss. I wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but I knew whatever Otis had planned, I wasn't going to like it. I also knew there was damned little I could do about it, so I might as well play along. Besides, as sick as it sounds, I liked it when Otis kissed me with something akin to affection.

�Aw, I'm not sure of this anymore,� David said, getting that depressed, whine in his voice that drunk people could get.

Otis broke off our kiss, and moved so he was standing beside me, slipping his arm around me. I was grateful for this, because it helped take some of the weight off my knee. �Nah, it's cool man, I told you, she's not like these stupid women nowadays, with all this 'I'm just as good as any man' bullshit. She knows her place. Don'tcha, Whore?� For this last part, he looked over and down at me, squeezing his arm tighter around me.

�Aw, that ain't nice!� David said. �Callin' your woman a whore.�

�But she is!� Otis said, with a good natured chuckle. �It ain't like you think, though, she likes bein' my whore.� Again, he turned his attentions to me, �Show him what you did for me.�

I turned and lifted the shirt enough so he could see the writing on my thigh. David stared at it. �Holy shit, that musta hurt like a motherfucker!� he exclaimed.

�Yeah, I was shocked that she did it, but she wanted to show the world how much she cared,� Otis said. He reached over and grabbed the desk chair which was behind him, pulled it around and shoved it towards David. �Have a seat, Danny.�

�David,� he said, sounding annoyed as he sat down. �Why is it so hard to remember, my name is David, not Danny.�
�God, you keep telling me that, and I am sorry, I guess the booze has just gone to my head. I'll try to remember,� Otis said. Then he turned to me. �Poor Dan-er, I mean David just got into town and he's just having shit lousy luck.�

�Uh huh,� I said, not really wanting to know, but figuring I needed to at least fake interest.

�Well, his friend, he caught Baby's eye, so he's gonna be just fine. But that leaves poor Dan-Oops, again, sorry, David, in a bit of a bind.� He alternated between looking at David or myself. Every time he started to call him �Danny� he made sure to be looking at me, just in case I hadn't noticed yet that he'd found himself a strange copycat of my former lover.

�Okay,� I said, again, feeling that a response was needed from me.

�So, I was telling Dan-- oh gesh, I'm so sorry, I mean David, that you wouldn't mind giving him head. Right?�

I stared at him in disbelief. Oddly, this was probably the last game I had expected. �Me?� I said, as if I were stupid.

�Well, yes, dear,� Otis said, nodding and smiling as if he was so amused at my little 'let's play stupid' game I was trying to pull. �You know I'm not going to give Dan-er, David, head. I don't swing that way.�

�Hey, uh, Otis here told me you'd be cool with it,� David said. I guess even in his drunken bliss he was getting a slight inkling that I wasn't comfortable with this. �If you're not, that's like, uh, cool, I guess.�

�Nah, she's fine with it,� Otis said. �You won't be the first guy she's blown besides me. We have a rule, no fucking anyone but each other, but head, eh, that's another story. She just loves the taste so much, and I can't provide her all the time, you know how that goes.�

Otis had moved behind me, and had his arms around my waist, leaning over so he could keep an eye on David and be able to whisper in my ear. �Do it, whore,� he whispered.

�Well, if she really don't mind...� David shrugged.

�Nope, she don't.� He nuzzled my ear so he could whisper. �If you don't do it, I'm going to stick him to the wall and start cutting pieces out of him every five minutes until he's dead. Then, I'll do the same to you. So, if you want to save the both of you from that, you'd better do it.� He alternated his whispering with kissing my ear, so it would look as if we were just having a little �couple� moment.

I knew he was telling me the truth about David's and my fate, should I refuse. I didn't know why he was doing this though, what point it had for him to watch me pleasuring someone else. If that sort of thing was a turn-on for him, he could have had me do the same thing to Rufus or even Tiny, any time he wanted. He went and picked this man for me, just for this. Why? Yes, there was the obvious resembalance to Danny, but there had to be something more too.

I also knew I was going to do it. Even as I was horrified, I knew I was going to do it. Why? Because I never refused to do anything Otis wanted me to do. I was his whore after all, and the only reason I was alive was because of him.

David's drunken state was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it kept him from noticing that things weren't quite normal in this room, On the other hand, it might make the unpleasant task ahead take a whole lot longer. I started over to him, trying to look casual, as if I had no problems with this and might actually enjoy it. �Hey, uh, David,� I said. �Why don't you make this a little easier and take your pants off.�

�Sure thing babe, you're calling the shots.� He leered at me as he stood up, undid his pants, and let them drop to the floor. �Heh, I don't wear any underwear, cause I like to be ready at all times.�

�My, isn't Danny here a clever boy?� Otis couldn't keep the sarcasm from his voice.

David though, was too drunk to hear the sarcasm, just the words. �David, my name is DAVID.�

�God, again, I'm sorry,� Otis said. �I must have left my brain at the bar tonight.�

�It's cool, man, I just don't get why you're having so much trouble with this.� David sat back down.

I lowered myself down to the floor, half kneeling, half sitting, to spare my bad knee. I drew in a deep breath, then set to work doing what I'd been told to do.

�Holy fuckin' shit!� David exclaimed as I began. �Whoa, I can't believe, I'm getting a BJ from some guy's lady and he's fuckin' watching!�

�Hey, Danny, just shut the fuck up and enjoy,� Otis suggested.

�David!�

�Whatever.� Otis's voice was sounding less and less jovial and more like the Otis I saw most of the time.

As I worked on David, Otis began walking around the room, watching. I tried closing my eyes to block his intense gaze out, but in a sense that made me even more nervous. I didn't like being stared at, but I liked the idea of being unable to see him even less.

I really hated doing this and I'm sure Otis knew it and that was most of the reason he wanted me to do it. I thought at first he was watching me, seeing what I was doing, but he wasn't, he was watching David, Watching his face intently.

David was one of those people who thought sex was a sport and he should give a play by play announcement �Whoa, that's it, baby, that's it. Yeah, yeah, use that tongue... yeah, feels so good, baby, use that mouth. Goddamn, baby, you sure know how to please a man, shit yeah!� I tried not to cringe at his love of calling me �Baby.�

When Otis was behind David, I saw him do a mocking, yet almost deadly accurate imitation of David's reactions to what I was doing. Despite everything going on, the imitation was really funny, and I had to choke back a burst of laughter.

David, being the brilliant specimen of human intelligence he was, thought the stifled laugh was done to please him. �Oh yeah, do that again, it's like you turned your fucking throat into a god damned vibrator. Yeah, do it, do it, do it!�

His drunk state did slow him down, but it didn't make him impotent. About the time my jaw started feeling like it was going to lock up on me, his body started jerking and his eyes started rolling back in his head. �Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuckin' yeah! I'm gonna, I'm gonna...�

As he stiffened in the chair, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my head deeper into his crotch, Otis sneaked up behind him and slit his throat. He did it so quickly, that I'm not sure if David really understood what was happening. His eyes widened, and a gurgling noise came from his throat. His face was frozen in a weird mixture of both pain and ecstasy

Blood sprayed from the wound, soaking me. His body slumped forward, falling onto me. This all happened so fast, I still had him in my mouth when he started falling. I barely managed to pull my mouth off him and I couldn't stop his body from landing on me, covering me with his blood. His fingers were still wrapped in my hair.

And what did Otis do? He stood there, laughing as if this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.

David's body was covering me. I went into a full panic mode. I tried to push him off me, but for a few seconds it seemed like the more I pushed away, the more he stayed on top of me. I started making noise, not exactly screaming, but making gasping, frightened noises. I finally managed to get his body off of me and his fingers out of my hair. As he fell to the floor, I scrambled and crawled backwards as fast as I could, until my back hit the wall.

�How could you make me do that?� I yelled, as loud as I was able, tears streaming down my face. Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I knew it was the wrong thing to say, but I couldn't stop it. �How could you? How could you kill him? You promised!�

Otis's expression changed from one of amusement, to pure, fury. �What?�

�You said you wouldn't kill him if I did what you asked!� I said, sobbing out each word. �And I did what you asked, and you still killed him! Why did you lie?�

�Fuck you, I lied!� Otis said, his voice dangerously angry as he headed towards me. �I said how he'd die if you didn't do it. I never said how he'd die if you did.�

As he advanced towards me, I realized what a mistake I'd made by crying and expressing my distaste. I looked around and realized there was no place I could go. He kept coming closer and closer.

�And who the FUCK gave you the right to EVER tell me ANYTHING, Bitch?� He reached out, grabbed me by the bloody flannel shirt and hauled me to my feet, shaking me. �I told you from day one, this is MY FUCKING WORLD. I CALL THE GODDAMNED SHOTS. And you are NEVER to question ANYTHING I do, you GOT THAT, WHORE?�

As he shook me with one hand, yelling into my face, he brought the other hand up to my throat, wrapped it around and started squeezing, hard. I gasped, feeling my air supply getting cut off. I struggled, reaching for his hands. My pitiful attempts to pull his hand off my throat did absolutely no good.

�I thought you just might be FUCKING DIFFERENT!� He alternated between sneering and shouting, as he kept his fingers on my throat, pressing just a little bit every few seconds. �But you're not, you're just like EVERYONE ELSE. I NEVER should have let you LIVE. Fuck you, bitch! FUCK EVERYONE WHO EVER KNEW YOU TOO!�

Then, as he squeezed he went back to shaking me as well. It took longer than I expected, but eventually, my body had enough and I passed out cold. I figured I was never going to wake up.

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*Banjo and Sullivan �I'm At Home Getting Hammered (While She's Out Getting Nailed)� Words have been altered for this story. Original words go:

�We started in the mornin', Carried well into the night
Throwin' dirty dishes with all our might
It's a sad commentary on a marriage that's failed
I'm at home getting hammer while she's out getting nailed.�

OtherAuthor Notes: We're in the home stretch now. Two more chapters after ths. *G* Thank you to everyone who's been reading this and taking the time to let me know. I really do appreciate it.
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