Chapter 3

Within minutes of me supposedly raping my own mother, the moans from Mom started to grow, her slickness became more apparent, and it was less and less clear that this was a rape at all. I didn’t know why, but Mom got into it, enjoyed me taking her like a bitch in heat. I thought that perhaps I would get to the bottom of it in time, but, damn, it was hard to think straight with my cock buried in my own mother’s dripping wet gash. Her hips worked overtime, along with her rather plump and sensual ass, to milk me for my load. Damn, she was a hot mess!

Just as Mom creamed herself and I exploded inside her soaked twat, I noticed that Dad winced in pain from his left arm. He began clutching his chest, turning darker in his face, and looking very dizzy. I realized what was up ... Dad was having a heart attack! Mom really must have used nitrates or something like that which created a dangerous combination with the Viagra in his system, triggering said heart attack.

“Do something! Your father is suffering cardiac arrest!” Aunt Myra snapped at me.

“Nope. He brought this one on himself. He chose to Purge. Well, it’s Purge Night. He got the chance to Purge, including killing two people and raping my wife! He got to watch you torture and mutilate one of his dying victims along the way, a man he just double-crossed, your own husband that you cuckolded in such a cold and callous manner.

“But he forgot that there is no 911 available until 7 am. Hospitals only run for the leaders of this country right now. No private citizens. Dad’s not gonna make it. Consider this ... my Purge. And Mom’s. For what Dad did to us, to Kathy, to Leslie, to all of us, even to Jason,” I taunted Aunt Myra, causing her to aim the shotgun at my groin.

“NO!” Leslie shouted, “enough blood! Enough! He treated me after your husband cut me! No more of this! I’m a bitch, a cunt, and a real dumbass at times, but at least I’ve never harmed anyone. Not on purpose! I’ve never Purged! But if you do this, so help me, next Purge, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

“Just for that, no rape option for you. Dale, take your pick ... torture for Leslie ... or murder? And you have to do it, or so help me God, I’ll blow off your cock right now!” Aunt Myra insisted, just before Lindsay attacked her with a lamp.

“That’s for killing the only Daddy that I ever knew, cutting him, and cuckolding him with that prick Barry, my sperm donor! Daddy was a wicked man, but at least he was never that cold and heartless to you as you were to him!” Lindsay tossed me the shotgun.

“Now, Karen, your turn to choose. Which one to save? Stepdaddy ... or auntie?” I turned to Karen, who looked at both of them and took a moment to decide.

“Stepdaddy. Aunt Myra’s a cold snake of a woman! I never saw a woman that evil, not even me!” Karen acknowledged that I was now in charge.

“Can I do the honors?” Marjorie asked me now.

“Go ahead!” I handed her the knife that was used to castrate Jason.

“Alright, bitch, this is MY Purge!” Marjorie shouted, “this is for killing my Daddy!”

Marjorie then sliced Aunt Myra open from sternum to Mons veneris, letting out her entrails in the process. My aunt began bleeding so intensely that the blood stains never quite left the floor. Even the best cleanup job left reminders of her grisly death. Then she cut Myra’s tits off and finished by shoving one in her twat, the other in her mouth. Myra began dying fast from shock and loss of blood.

Marjorie took no prisoners this time. I couldn’t blame her for that at all. My stepsister had every reason to be pissed. Liam Halloran was no prize, but he didn’t deserve to be killed on Purge Night. Nobody did. Shot to death like a rabid dog, that was no proper fate for a loving husband and father, faithful or not.

Karen did her best to try to keep Dad alive, but he was fading fast and we both knew it. The most that she could do was try to bide time until 7 am, but she knew that I was right. Dad wasn’t gonna live that long. He was a goner. He just had a few more minutes, tops, to live. Mom’s revenge of the nitrates in his beer, mixing in his system with the Viagra, was the perfect own for the self-appointed tormentor and executioner in Dad. He had helped poison himself, just so that he could keep raping girls. Now he would never rape, torture, or kill another soul again.

“Well, his Purge worked. He got it over and done with. He’ll never commit any crimes, will he?” Mom remarked at last, even as Karen glared at her for a moment.