So this is my first Hills Have Eyes fan fiction! Please be nice! Leave a review and please critique! This is primarily LizardxOC and I am very obsessed with his currently!
Chapter One
The hills had always fascinated her. Ever since she had first laid eyes on it 12 years ago. She was raised in the city. Orphaned at birth she was sold into the black-market orphan service. She was passed amongst slave traders. Never settling into a real place of work. She was worked and abused by most of her previous owners. This one was no exception.
She liked it here though. Her master didn't live in the city. He lived on the outskirts of it in fact. Along the border of the dessert. She'd never been sold this far out of the city before. She was damaged goods. Scarred and malnourished. They sold her to the first person who feigned interest.
She knew not his name. He instructed her to call him Master and so she did. He was a boorish type of man. Overweight and smelling of cigarettes. He'd bought her from the market around a week ago now. Instructed her to tend to his every need. She cooked for him, cleaned after him and even washed him.
She found the man repulsing. He'd let her settle into the place that he called home and had yet to touch her. Though with the way his eyes roamed over her curvaceous figure she was sure it wouldn't be long. He fed her very little and allowed her only to drink a cup full of water once a day. Enough to keep her alive.
He made her feel uncomfortable. He would instruct her to do a task and then watch her do it. Taking in every angle of her as she would do so. He dressed as she thought he would. A short sleeved white blouse that barely covered her large breasts and a short flared out skirt that she had to hold down when the wind blew. She wasn't allowed to wear shoes and was made to wear knee length stockings which she had to adjust several times a day to keep from falling. Of course, she wasn't given a bra and only the smallest of white underwear which made it even worse then he would watch her do her tasks. Every time she would bend over, she could hear him behind her breathing heavily. She even caught him touching himself once as she washed his linens in the well behind his property.
She'd had sex before. Many times, with many owners. None of which she could stand either. This man was different though. At least her previous owners would clean themselves regularly. He instructed her to do this for him. She had to do everything in her power not to wretch the first time she was instructed to do so. Cleaning under the apron of fat falling from his stomach and having to clean his hardened member which gave a smell she would not soon forget.
She was repulsed by the man, but his home was something else. It was surrounded by the greenest of grass even for autumn weather. It was cold but there was a warmth being released from the dessert that lay ahead of her. The trees grew so very high. Higher than most of the buildings in the city she had once called home. They stretched for miles along the border of the dessert but were so dense not much could be seen past their foliage.
It was a nice change from the dark and dreary streets she had once called home. It was always raining in the city. Always damp and cold. Some weeks she'd even forget what the sun looked like. She liked it here. If only she was a slave to this perverted old man.
She was sure he would come that night. The way he'd be ogling her was so much more intense today. The way he stroked himself through his thick trousers was growing ever so much more urgent.
He beckoned her to him. Ordering her to get on her knees before him giving him a blessed view of her protruding breasts. She kept her head down not wanting to see his lustful gaze. She could feel his rancid breath on the back of her neck causing the hair of her skin to raise in disgust. She could smell his cock from where she was knelt. She could hear him unzip his trousers and watched as the rancid member was put in front of her.
He instructed her to open her mouth. She knew what he wanted. If she went ahead with it, she was sure she would vomit. The smell was too much let alone the taste, so she resisted. She refused to open her mouth to him, so he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down on his member. The act alone shocked her causing her to bite down as he did so.
He cried out in agony and threw her to the ground. All she could do was wretch at the taste his cock had left in her mouth. She hadn't done much harm to his member, but she could see the indentations her teeth had left.
He was angry. So very angry. She tried to apologise to him, but it was too late for that. He kicked at her in all different angles. Kicking at her face, her abdomen, her legs. That's when she heard it. His belt. He pulled it from his carelessly thrown trousers and whipped her. He continued until her body was littered with bruises, blood and open wounds.
She could hear him tire. Gasping and wheezing with each strike. He dropped the belt to the ground and turned to go back into his house. Instructing her to sleep outside for the night. He would expect a different response from her tomorrow.
She winced in pain. Every part of her hurt. The night was cold and rain clouds were setting in. She wished he had ended it. Put her out of her misery. She considered herself lucky in a way. Tonight, may have gone differently if she had not bitten him. His may has stuck his rancid penis into her all night long otherwise.
That's when she heard them. The coyotes. She would listen to them howl every night. They would echo through the hills. Her master had warned her about them. Advised her to never go into the dessert as she would surely die.
Perhaps death by coyotes weren't such a bad thing. She would be feeding them. A last act of service to someone. Did she really want to die? Did she really want to live?
Tomorrow would surely come. Another day being leered over. Beaten. Worked. Was she really living?
She picked herself off the ground. Groaning as she did so. She ached everywhere but she was thankful the bleeding had stopped. She limped awkwardly towards the dessert boundary. Stumbling a few times until finally one of the trees broke her fall. She looked back at the house. Her master's house. She knew that if she somehow survived tonight in the dessert, he would come for her. With many a slave catcher.
She built up the courage to pass through the trees. Following the echoes of the coyotes ahead of her. What at first sounded like a pack now sounded like a few. She was sure they could smell her. The smell of her blood must have been alluring to them.
The dessert was dense. It was more of a climb than a walk. The roots of the trees folded over one another making an almost staircase into the dessert ahead of her. It was dark now. Too dark. She could barely see her hands in front of her. She couldn't go back now. She wouldn't be able to find the way.
So, she stumbled on. Following the ever-deafening howls of the coyotes ahead of her. She felt like she'd been walking for hours but knew that was unrealistic. Her legs grew weary. She wasn't sure she would make it in her state. She felt too tired. She felt around her. Feeling the rough bark of the trees she was clinging to. Feeling around the ground she found sand. Realising she had come to the boundary of the dessert she huddled her arms around her small form. Wishing she'd at least been given something to cover herself with when ordered to sleep out in this night.
The rain came. Lightly at first and then thundering atop of her. Each drop felt like a blade against her skin. She was sure that she wouldn't survive the night. If the coyotes would not get her. The cold would.