The Four Skulls of Doofus Drake

Chapter 9 - Doofus

Doofus made Webby get off the bed by yanking her off by her wrists painfully making her yelp then whimper hysterically as he whirled her around and bent her over the side of the bed, pushing her head against the mattress as he lined himself up behind her and started thrusting inside her again.

Doofus groaned loudly as his cock twitched and throbbed inside Webby's ass and he spilled into her for the second time. He muffled Webby's screams by forcing her face even deeper into his mattress.

Oddly, no memories came flooding back to Doofus as he humped the young girl in front of him.

But he was satisfied that this could be another form of frustration relief, just like Phooey is.

Speaking of which...

He pulled out of her and let Webby go and as he zipped his pants back up and watched the girl slide down from the edge of the bed, and onto the floor he darted his tongue across his beak at the sight. 

Delicious.  He thought. 

He then took the pleasure of dressing her back into her clothes he had ripped off before he started having his way with her. It aroused him and he had to force himself not to over due it. He had to save some fun for Llewellyn after all.  

After he was done he sat her up. She let him. Doofus was pleased that she acted more like a doll then anything else and it would be easy to do to her what he had planned. 

"Come along, dear." Doofus said suddenly, grabbing Webby by the feathers on her head. She yelped as Doofus dragged her across the floor. She wiggled against his grip as he pulled her down towards his basement. 

He pulled her towards a different cell all together where chains hung from the walls. He lifted Webby up with ease and clamped her wrists and ankles to the chains. Eagle spread. 

He stood back and stared at her for a long time. 

Webby was so out of it that she didn't even care what he did next to her. Images of Dewey flashing across her mind was the only thing keeping her alive and sane at the moment. 

"I'll be right back, dear." Doofus told her, and left her cell, not bothering to close her cell door. 

Webby closed her eyes. 

She didn't know what was coming next, and wanted to savior the last peace of mind she had left until she heard footsteps and she opened her eyes. 

"Webby, this is Phooey. Phooey, I believe you know this one...Yes?" Doofus snickered. 

Webby stared at the yellow clad duck who was against Doofus. Doofus had him in a choke hold against his body, facing Webby. Poor Phooey's eyes widen when he saw her and opened his mouth to say something when Doofus tighten his grip on the duck's neck, making Phooey gag and clamp his mouth shut. 

"You talk when I tell you too." Doofus told the both of them, his eyes shining brightly. 

Webby narrowed her eyes at Doofus as Phooey merely gave a small nod in understanding. So far, Phooey hadn't talked, only made hysterical noises with his throat. Webby wondered if the poor duck can even speak, or just to traumatized to do so. Either way, Webby couldn't believe that Phooey was really here. Remembering the last time she seen Phooey was in a dream link with her best friend Lena. 

Doofus came up to Webby and put Phooey in chains beside her and in the same style. Phooey didn't fight him, merely sighed in defeat and hung his head, avoiding Webby's shocked expression on her face, and horrified eyes. 

"Now, you can talk among yourselves until I get back." Doofus told them and left once again. 

Once Webby heard the door to the basement open and close she turned her neck to look at him. He was skinny, so skinny you can see his ribs, and the scars, and... 

Webby left eye twitched when she saw that bruises on his thighs.

So. 

Doofus brutalized him too. 

Just like he did her. 

"Phooey." Webby whispered. 

Phooey didn't answer her, merely grunted to show that he was listening. 

"Phooey. It's going to be okay. I, I'm gonna get us both out of here. If -." She stopped when she heard the basement door open and close again, and Doofus's footsteps coming down the stairs. "If its the last thing I do." She promised. 

"You know, branding," Doofus began, and Webby swallowed hard when she saw him holding a golden fire poker in one hand that had a large letter D at the end of it, fire engulfing it, "is considered a form of art now days." He said, as he waved the poker lazily in front of each of them. 

Webby stared wide eyed at it while Phooey just started whimpering hysterically. 

"I tend to make my own line of brands and rent them online. I'd be even richer then Scrooge McDuck himself." Doofus told them and snickered at opened gaped mouth of both Webby and Phooey. "Don't be so shocked, you two, one of you should have at least saw this sort of thing coming?" He asked. 

Neither of them said anything. 

"Now... Which one should I do first?" He said, looking from both Webby to Phooey then back again. "You know," He said, after awhile. "I never even heard Phooey speak a sentence since he arrived." Doofus continued. 

Phooey stared at him, and bit his lower bill. 

"I'll tell you what. You, Phooey, tell me which one of you get branded first, or I will pick for you, and I know you know which one I will choose first. Right?" He asked, and snickered when Phooey opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a squeak and a cough. "Very well, then..." Doofus said. 

He went up to Webby who was trembling violently and as Doofus hooked a finger at the hem of her skirt he pulled it down just slightly to see the bridge from her torso to her lower half and lunged the poker right in the middle. 

Webby screamed so loudly that she broke her vocal chords. The smell of burning flesh and the heat by the fire poker filled the room, and by the time Doofus pulled it away she had no energy left. Just rolled her head to one side and didn't even flinch when Doofus pressed a kiss to the now scorched D on her abdomen, or even when he slowly used his tongue to slide it across the D and cool it down. 

He pushed her skirt back into place and went over to Phooey. Phooey closed his eyes. He was use to the pain. Use to feeling the other's pain that he was linked too. But that still didn't brace himself for the pain that Doofus was inflicting on him now as Doofus lunged at him with the poker and branded him right on top of his belly button. 

Phooey's screams were just as loud as Webby's and both of them whimpered in pain that bounced off the cell walls once Doofus was done with them. 

Webby forced herself to look as Doofus did with his mouth what he had done with her to Phooey. 

Then, Doofus's phone rang. 

She saw his eyes narrow at the interruption but grabbed his phone from his pants pocket and snapped into it. 

"What?!" 

He waited then a smile slowly spread across his face. 

"Did he now? How unfortunate, for him. I'll be looking forward to your return then. The mission? Don't worry about it. There is more where that came from." He turned off his phone and looked back at his two victims now branded with his initial. 

It looked like, his fun was just beginning, and he'd get the fire poker ready again for his most favorite prize he owned.