The Four Skulls of Doofus Drake

Chapter 5 - Doofus

Doofus made his way out of his mansion (after guzzling three beer cans), and with sheer determination made his way down to the cellar. He found his way to the cell where Phooey was being held. Doofus gripped both of his stubby hands on the bars of the cell. Phooey was asleep, or had blacked out, from the recent drug inserted in him. 

That meant... 

Doofus can have his fun with him too. 

He slowly opened the cell door, and shut it back, Phooey didn't even stir. 

Doofus slowly walked up to Phooey and used his foot to nudge him on his cold cheek. 

He still didn't stir. 

Doofus snickered. 

He'll soon take care of that.  

He felt himself harden in his pants. Just looking at the sleeping duck and imagining him as Louie made him even more aroused and he lunged for the duck, making Phooey's eyes snapped open and wiggle against his grip. 

Doofus used his free hand to unzip his pants, making Phooey freeze, and tears started to fall on his face. 

Phooey knew better then to plea, to beg, unless Doofus wanted him too. Phooey knew all to well what his place was with the one who had brought him to this... This...Dimensional hell. 

He wanted so much to go back to his own dimension. 

He had hope that one duck. The one that had been with Doofus just yesterday would understand and set him free. But... Sadly... That duck was having it just as bad as Phooey. He wouldn't be helping Phooey anytime soon. 

Phooey screamed as Doofus slid into him. Cried silently as Doofus started to pound inside him, roughly, and more forcefully, until Phooey felt like he was going to black out. 

This lasted for over an hour until Phooey felt something wet and sticky enter him. Phooey went limp as Doofus pulled out of him and dropped him to the cold, hard, ground. 

Doofus never got good results with his memory doing Phooey as he does with Louie. He had discovered this act of memory gaining from raping someone by accident when he had brought Phooey into this world and suddenly gotten a crazy idea, seeing Phooey as Louie just made him hunger for Louie, and thus, this torment for Phooey began. 

Doofus scoffed as Phooey crawled across his stomach and huddled into the corner of his cell. His eyes glassy with tears and his cheeks red. 

"I'm sure I'll be back and when I do, Phooey," Doofus said, as he made his way to the cell door and zip up his pants. He looked back at Phooey and grinned. "Louie shall join us." He stated. 

Phooey whimpered hysterically and pulled his yellow cap as far down on his face as he could as Doofus left his cell, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. 

This was too much. 

Too much for poor Phooey. 

It wasn't enough that Phooey can feel pain now that he was an actual living entity. He can feel the emotions of those that had imagined him the first time. He has this physic link with all of them...  

Huey, Dewey, Webby, Louie, Lena, Violet.

All of them. 

But with the way Phooey was drugged, and the physical torture he was and had endured with Doofus blocked his own to communicate with them. 

Rather Doofus knew this and was his plan to use Phooey this way because he knew this fact about all of them. 

Phooey didn't know. 

So many emotions bottled up inside him, none his very own, and Phooey felt overwhelmed, exhausted, in pain, and just want to die. Or... Not exist. 

But that wasn't what fate had in mine for Phooey, and Phooey wondered, as he slowly slumped to his side and curl up into a ball, what fate had planned for him.

Phooey wondered if any of them. 

Huey, Dewey, Louie, Lena, Webby or Violet -. 

Has a physical link to him as well, and if they can feel his pain, his struggles, his internal cries for help... 

Doofus strutted out of the basement, making sure to lock the door, and got down to business. Now that he had some relieve from his acing cock, he was more then ready. 

He walked out of the mansion, and headed towards Scrooge McDuck's. It wasn't that far of a drive and as he parked his car just a short way from the driveway to not to draw suspicion, he got out, opened the trunk and got out his rifle and a few poison darts that was custom made to fit perfectly into his gun, then some binoculars. 

He taught himself to shoot, and it was the most satisfying when he first shot it, though, he can't remember that event for some reason, and it frustrated him even more that he couldn't remember. Plowing himself into Phooey and Louie made some of the frustration go away, but it always returned, and frankly he was sick of it. 

So...

Doofus was going to take care of his frustration, once and for all. 

Part of his plan was to insure that his frustration would never cause him any more pain. 

Doofus slammed the trunk to his car door and nestled the rifle under his arm as he made it towards the mansion. It only took him several minutes up the steep hill and he found a branch to where he knew from the spy bug camera where he needed to be the most. He pulled at his binoculars out and spotted his target. 

Webby. 

The beautiful young pink clad duck was changing her clothes, and Doofus felt himself get hard again and his pants tight as he sat on the branch. He groaned silently and forced himself not to pleasure himself just yet. 

He'd do that when he got his prize. 

He kept his binoculars on Webby as she changed her clothes. She seemed to have been crying. 

Don't worry, Webbigail. Doofus thought as a smile crept across his face. You soon will have something far worse to cry about soon, I'm sure." 

He then wasted no time. 

Even drunk he made for a pretty good sniper.

Putting a few poison darts into the custom made rifle, that was fit to carry both bullets and darts, he looked through the scope and fired it at the back of Webby's neck. 

He heard Webby yelp and slap her neck before she slumped to the floor with a thud. 

Doofus's smile widen as he slung the strap to his rifle over his shoulder and climbed down the tree to get his second prize to his most devious and evil plan yet.