Blood Cult of the Booby Farmers

by Peter N. Dudar

Under the burning sun of Cold Currant, Mississippi, right on the banks of the Mississippi River, sits an old antebellum farmhouse that has been passed down through the generations. The farm's current occupants, the Tucker clan, are on the brink of losing their family's legacy. Only, the Tuckers have been hiding a depraved, murderous secret under the very soil of the farmland they continue to work. When the vice-president of Cold Currant Savings and Loan shows up one sweltering summer afternoon to deliver their foreclosure papers, all hell breaks loose.

In the race to save their farm, Lee Tucker and his two inbred sons, Tobias and Mathias, are forced to make some terrible decisions and spill a lot of blood. But as the sun sets and the moon rises over the crops, and as their latest victim lies naked and screaming in the barn, a nightmarish chain of events begins to unfold. Will it be the end of the Tucker Blood Cult, or will their redneck living be enough to save the family farm?

Find out in…

BLOOD CULT OF THE BOOBY FARMERS!

119 pages, Kindle Edition

First published June 25, 2013

About the author

Peter N. Dudar was born in Albany, NY, and raised in the neighboring town of Latham. After his graduation from the State University of New York at Albany, he moved to Maine where he began his writing career. His fiction has been published in numerous anthologies, including the HWA sponsored BELL, BOOK AND BEYOND, NEW TRADITIONS IN TERROR, and EPITAPHS; The Journal of the New England Horror Writers. Dudar currently writes the movie review column "Me and Lil' Stevie" for CINEMA KNIFE FIGHT (which showcases film adaptations of the works of Stephen King), keeps a blog called "Dead By Friday" on Facebook, and continues to write and publish new fiction. He currently resides in Lisbon Falls, ME with his wife, Amy and their daughter, Vivian.

Reviews

[Irene Well Worth A Read · Rating 4 out of 5]

Well... if Peter Dudar can admit to having written this I suppose I can admit to having read it, even though I was warned that it's kind of "out there." Before we go any further I think it's only fair to give you the same warning. It's incredibly raunchy and kind of crazy. It straddles the line between extreme horror and bizarro fiction. It is gory and grotesque, vulgar and offensive, and yet weirdly hard to stop reading once you start.

The Tucker clan are an inbred family of farmers who enjoy cannibalizing certain parts of women's anatomy that I'm sure you can ascertain from the title. This has been their way of life for quite some time, but now that their farm is about to be foreclosed on they are in danger of being found out. Murder and mayhem ensue as they try to hold on to their farm and keep the law from discovering that there's more than veggies being planted.
They have an unusual crop this year due to chemical pollutants. Their produce is still the best around, but nobody has ever seen this kind of harvest before.
If you enjoy weird and gross fiction this may be for you. It's not as nasty as some of the Edward Lee I've read if that puts it into perspective for you, but it is definitely not for the faint of heart.

4 out of 5 stars
My thanks to Grinning Skull Press for the complimentary copy

[Gerard Fleck · Rating 5 out of 5]

This book's characters, plot, setting, descriptions, etc. are all pushed way over the top in terms of gross out, violence, shock value and straight up disgusting poor taste. There were a few times where I felt nauseous while reading it and had to stop. So, why am giving this 5-stars? Well, I read the entire story. I wanted to know what was going to happen to the family of degenerate farmers and the crooked banker. I wanted to know more about the strange things sprouting in the fields. There was a sick attraction to see what was going to happen next. I kept thinking about Rob Zombie's House of A Thousand Corpses and Texas Chainsaw Massacre and other blood-splatter works of art. This is a macabre work of lurid detail. I would like to have experienced a slightly higher degree of literary style and technique, perhaps increased use of descriptive vocabulary and greater use of powerful metaphors and irony.

[Michael · Rating 4 out of 5]

I enjoyed Peter N. Dudar's The Goat Parade, but to be honest, the cover of Blood Cult of the Booby Farmers was always a turn-off. It was a little to "out there" for my tastes, but having had the opportunity to read (and enjoy) a potential sequel, The Mississippi Glory Hole Mutilations, I figured I'd have to shrug off my initial impressions of the Booby Farmers cover and read it. And what a read!

Dudar doesn't waste any time throwing you into the thick of things. Right away we're introduced to Mathias Tucker, an inbred hillbilly whose twin brother is literally attached to his chest. Yes, they are conjoined twins. The cost of separating them is prohibitive, which is only one of the reasons why Lee Tucker never had his sons separated. Besides the money not being there, there was a high risk of neither brother surviving, and Lee needed the extra pair of hands to run the farm, along with his other son, Tobias. And while both matured in one respect, Bubba, the conjoined twin, never fully developed, and he had a constant craving for mother's milk. But since there were no women in residence on the Tucker farm, that meant it had to be obtained in other ways. Usually by kidnapping expectant mothers. As long as they could provide sustenance for Bubba, they were allowed to live. But more often than not, their lives were cut short by Mathias because as Bubba fed, Mathias raped them, thus satisfying two hungers at one time. Which left Tobias to discard the bodies, but not before severing the breasts, which would be served up for dinner. They have a neat little operation going on, and no one was the wiser. If only they could keep up with the payments on the property.

You know where this is going. The bank is going to foreclose, and the Tucker men think they've got it all figured out until the effects of the toxic poisoning of the environment by the Atkins Chemical Company begin to manifest. And that's where I'm going to leave it, because to say anything more would only spoil the wild ride the rest of the book takes you on. But if you think what I've revealed is wild, you ain't seen nothing yet. To quote Bette Davis: "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."

I'll be the first to admit that I've shied away from extreme horror because, from what I've heard of it, it doesn't seek to arouse a sense of dread and fear in the reader the way horror should; instead, it goes for the gross out. The author attempts to see how far they can push the reader to instill a reaction, not through suspense, but through the vulgar, the repulsive, the sickening, and the gross, which, to me, is not horror, much the way movies like the Saw franchise never appealed to me because it was nothing more than torture porn. While Dudar's novella might be a little tame where "extreme horror" is concerned, it certainly is a book to get your feet if you haven't ventured into this sub genre of horror yet. It also dips its toes into bizarro fiction, which is another sub genre I haven't fully immersed myself in (I have read some, and walked away scratching my head, wondering what the point was of what I'd just read). The author introduces characters and provides the reader just enough back story for you to care about them, but then exposes the chinks in their armor, showing the reader that they aren't as good as the reader was led to believe, and you want to say everybody got their just desserts, but no matter how tarnished characters like Betty-June Gray might be, they don't deserve the torments visited upon them. Nobody does. Well, except for the Tuckers. They got off too easy if you ask me. And as the events unfold, you read with wide-eyed bewilderment and wonder just how much further the author can go?

Would I recommend this? Definitely. As I said, it's a mild book by extreme standards, but it does go where the squeamish fear to tread, and be forewarned... This book is not for people who are easily offended. Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

[David Caldwell · Rating 3 out of 5]

Before you go any further, do you like horror movies with titles like Crazed Cannibal Coeds, They Thirst for Blood, The Devil's Plaything, or Bloodthirsty Demonseed ? Do you wish they would bring back drive-ins so you can go see those types of movies? If you answered yes, then grab this novella. You will love it.

Did any of those titles made you go "ewwww" or roll your eyes? Are you offended reading about cannibalism, inbreeding, rape, torture, murder? Does foul language push your button to stop reading? If you answered yes to any of these questions, this story will probably not be for you.

I admit it. The title caught my eye on this one. The description and the reviews made it sound gross, disgusting, and possibly even vomit inducing. But still, it was a free novella so it wouldn't cost me anything and would be a fast read.

A family of inbred cannibalistic farmers are going to lose their farm. Before they do, they need to do something with all of the bodies of the women that they have killed. They also need to figure out what is going on with that new fertilizer that is working so well.

The author started this as a joke. Then he actually got people interested in it, so he wrote it. He actually did write a pretty good horror story especially if you think of it in terms of those horrible movies that went straight to the drive-ins back during the seventies. But that doesn't stop this from being gross, disgusting, totally unbelievable, and just generally pointless. Still if you don't take it too seriously and keep from getting too grossed out, it can be fun,

This isn't for everyone (maybe not even for most), but if you think you might like it after all of this, I say go for it. Just remember, you were warned. So let it be on your own head if you raed it and get offended or nauseated.

[Paul Preston · Rating 5 out of 5]

“We’re gonna have to spill a lot of blood if we’re gonna keep this here farm.” -Daddy
HOO-WEE! This is funner than a haunted tractor ride through the topiary at The Overlook Hotel!
This whacked out bizarre book is over the top, juvenile, humorous, gory, cringeworthy, politically incorrect, scientifically inaccurate, offensive, and should come with every trigger warning there is! But you know what? I was thoroughly entertained. These goofy, inbred, halfwits are likable characters.
If you are looking for an inappropriate story that is full of WTF moments and just gets wilder as it regresses, I mean progresses, then suckle up to the Booby Farmers and leave your condescending attitude at the farmers market with the other rotting vegetables.

[John The Crippledgimp · Rating 5 out of 5]

What the fuck this story was crazy as hell bunch of inbreds farming boobs, making child plants, and zombies.. This was a fun read I liked this a lot lots of gore and fucked up shit going on in this one and I was laughing at times because of the bizarre shit going on. I will definitely be reading part 2. If you want a quick first bizarre read check this out its awesome

[Marianne Halbert · Rating 5 out of 5]

The title and cover let you know exactly what to expect. This is campy grindhouse horror at its finest. If "blood and boobies" is your jam, don't miss this one!

[Angelia Sparrow · Rating 3 out of 5]

A solid bit of horror that could have used a LOT of editing and fact checking.
2 chapters in and I was already irritated that the author had a woman pee from her vagina, presented breasts as edible meat instead of the fatty tissue they are, and had a pregnant woman lactating. Milk comes in 2-3 days AFTER birth. Colostrum might leak a bit before, but is unlikely to bead up.

There were a lot of spelling errors, mostly in the homophones.

It got three stars for deliciously loathsome characters, an engaging plot and some all out gruesomeness, which was exactly why I bought it.

[DA · Rating 4 out of 5]

I really only bought this book because of the cover and the title. I was instantly drawn to it and I need to find out what the story was.
Grindhouse-esque tale of a cannibalistic farming family that takes a bizarre turn with an unexpected crop. It's vile, sadistic and gross, but somehow handled with finesse. I honestly liked the Tucker family more than I liked the "normal" characters.
The most disturbing part of the story is the crop, which I don't want to spoil. Extremely repulsive and downright out there.
Entertaining quick read the those who like extreme horror.

[Stacey · Rating 4 out of 5]

Blood Cult of the Booby Farmers by Peter Dudar wins, hands down, the best title for a novella ever. And what would you suspect from a story with such a title? Inbreeding, perhaps? Parasitic half-formed twins? Boobies? Good news: Dudar delivers all of these delights, and more.

BCOTBF is the tale of Tobias and Mathias, two brothers who, along with their father, are struggling to keep their farm from foreclosure. Add to this the problem of feeding Mathias’s parasitic, always-starving twin, Bubba, and you’ve got yourself a real dilemma. Tobias is in charge of keeping Bubba fed, and he does so by kidnapping lactating women. Problem is, Mathias keeps killing these women, and the planted corpses among the fields soon make their presence known.

BCOTBF is twisted and sick, an homage to grindhouse and B-quality horror. It’s a bit silly, a little campy, and definitely grotesque, all essential elements for an entertaining read. It will absolutely appeal to the teenage boy in every man, and is a satisfying read for any gender willing to get down and dirty.
And yes, as promised, it is chock-full of boobies.

[Bracken · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book reads like that episode of HBO's Tales From the Crypt that had everything your twelve year old heart and loins wanted: blood, boobs, more blood, some humor, bloody REVENGE, and boobs. BCotBF is a heaping helping of high camp with a side of adolescent humor and more than a drizzle of mean streak guaranteed to upset the fragile sensibilities of gentle folk. Don't pull up to the table if you don't have the appetite! Oh, and did I mention boobs?