by Carver Pike
The darker side of me didn’t like any of them and wished them all a world of hurt and suffering.
Giggling little shits.
Mrs. Rebecca kept me busy around the house. I spent my days in class and my evenings there. One evening I didn’t go home at all. Instead, I drove down south to see one of my favorite rock bands, Shadow & Flame. They were playing at a club in Los Angeles so I made the long drive down there. I needed to get away from the bay area anyway. The place was disgusting me. Homeless people, horny college frat guys, and trashy drugged up whores all over the place. Los Angeles wasn’t much better, not at all really, but it was different.
Club Dominance, where the band was playing, was even more different than I’d expected. I hadn’t realized it was a BDSM themed club until I showed up at the door. It was obvious by the way some of the men (and women) controlled their other half. Doms led subs in by collars and chains and cuffs. Some only held hands.
The concert was great. It was packed with people of all ages, hair of all colors, tits of all sizes. Women and men grinded up against me until I felt that my cock had been put through a blender. One second my dick would brush up against a tight ass in a skirt and I’d get horny, but then it would rub some guy’s thigh by accident and my erection would instantly die.
Then I saw her. She was on stage rocking out. Her face was strikingly beautiful. She had such power, such strength. She knew what she wanted and I wondered if a relationship with her would mean I’d have to be the submissive while she led me through her nightly rituals. When her eyes locked on mine, I knew I had a chance. I would be fucking this blue haired wildcat by the end of the night.
I waited by the stage stairs for their set to end. When it did, she hung back and descended last. I knew she wanted to talk to me. That’s why she wanted the rest of the band to leave. As she approached me, I touched her arm.
“I like you,” I said.
It wasn’t the smoothest line but it was definitely honest. No cheesy pickup lines here. I only needed her to know that I was serious.
“Excuse me?” she said.
“Come with me somewhere,” I said.
Before I could get another word in, the other girl from the band, the blonde one, snuck up behind her and turned her face to meet hers. They kissed passionately in front of me. I was stunned. Most guys would find that attractive but to me it was a slap in the face. I felt as if I’d been betrayed. She was supposed to leave with me. I’d seen her looking at me.
“KILL THEM BOTH!” Samuel shouted.
“Not here,” I said.
“Huh?” the blonde said. “Misty, who is this guy?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Some weirdo.”
“Weirdo?” I said. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I grabbed her arm and before I knew it a bouncer had me by the throat. He lifted me up off my feet and choked me till my eyes watered and I was about to pass out. Then I found myself on the cracked pavement outside. He’d hurled me out a side door. I’d been bounced right out of the club.
“Wait for them in their bus and slit all their motherfucking throats!” Rotten said.
“GO IN THERE NOW AND STAB HER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!” Samuel yelled.
“There are too many people around,” I argued.
“Or you could always join the two sluts in their bus and have an orgy with the rest of the band,” Hag suggested.
“I have to pee!” a young woman said.
She’d exited out the side door that I’d been bounced out of. She had her hair painted blue like Misty’s and wore a Shadow & Flame T-shirt. She wasn’t nearly as attractive as Misty but she might appease the demons. Plus, after my cock had been turned on and then turned off again so many times tonight, it needed to be plunged into some pussy.
“Then pee!” I said with a big smile on my face. “Go right over here.”
I pointed at a dark spot in the trees. She laughed and passed me a “thumbs up” before going into the shady area and lifting up her skirt. She looked to be pulling her panties to the side before she squatted and pissed there in the soil beneath the tree.
“The club’s dead now that the show’s over,” I said. “I’m thinking of having my own party.”
“Really?” she said. “Got any blow?”
“Shit yeah,” I said. “You live near here?”
“Down the road,” she said. “Come on. Let’s get fucked up.”
Her place was a shitty studio apartment with hardly any furniture. I guessed she’d sold her TV for drugs. She was a cute girl, definitely sexy, but I knew she was a whore. She’d probably fuck anyone for some coke. That was fine by me since I wanted to fuck and kill her. Luckily nobody had seen us leave the club. She’d waltzed right out into the darkness to bump right into death. Nobody could save her now.
“Kill her. Do it,” Samuel said.
“I will,” I said.
“You will?” the girl asked.
I didn’t even know her name. We’d never had a long enough discussion for me to find that out.
“You will what?” she said.
“I will show you pleasure like you’ve never seen before,” I promised.
“Oh yeah? And how will you do that?”
She turned her back to me, making me work for her attention. I knew what she really wanted was drugs but if I could convince her that I’d give that to her later, then tonight would be a good night. So I stepped up close to her and put the tips of my fingers, both hands, against her ribs. With my head leaned forward, I kissed her neck. She was a whore so romance wouldn’t get me very far. I needed to do this right, to do what she was used to.
“You really wanna get fucked up?” I asked.
“I do,” she said as she turned her face toward mine and licked my top lip.
“What will you give me in return?”
Her hands went up her skirt and her panties fell down to her feet. She kicked them off, along with her shoes, and then walked away from me. She headed over to the couch where she bent over the sofa arm and lifted her skirt, exposing her tight asshole and her pretty pink pussy. It was cute. If a pussy can be cute, hers was. It looked tiny. Then she reached between her legs and put one of her fingers between the lips.
“Your choice,” she said. “Either hole is yours. You only have to take it and pay me in the end.”
Oh I’m gonna pay you in the end. You have no idea.
In the meantime, my cock was hard and eager to get some of this fine ass. So I dropped my jeans and kicked them off along with my shoes. I removed my shirt too. I wanted to be completely naked for this. Naked except the condom I rolled down over me. As much as I loved fucking without a rubber, this wasn’t the kind of girl you take that kind of risk with.
Her ass was tempting but I wanted pussy so I walked up behind her, grabbed my cock around the base, and pointed it home. My large head had to be maneuvered right and left to part her lips and find the wetness between.
I went in dry at first, pushing against a pussy that wasn’t ready for me.
“Ohhh fuck. That hurts,” she said.
“I know it does,” I said. “Relax and it’ll feel great in a second. It always does.”
I pushed harder and rolled my hips ever so slightly, trying to push into her without hurting her too bad.
“Oww,” she complained.
Finally, the tip of my cock entered her far enough to get soaked in her wetness. I grabbed the base of my cock again and swirled myself around inside her enough to spread the wetness. As I became slick, my cock sank into her and she cried out.
“Ohh yeeeah!”
“You like that?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Fuck me, baby.”
She didn’t know my name either. It was kind of funny. Like we were some married couple doing a roleplay exercise and had forgotten to use fake names. We didn’t know what to call each other.
“I’m fucking you, baby,” I replied.
“Yes, fuck her,” Hag begge
d.
I swatted at the air, trying to get her to leave me alone. This was my time. The demons would have their blood later, but the fucking was all mine.
My cock plunged into her tight twat and dug in so deep that I thought I might pop through her pelvis. She hollered and yelled and squealed and yelped. She wasn’t quiet at all and I thought killing her might be a bad idea after all this noise. To anyone within earshot, it would be pretty obvious she wasn’t alone. Maybe a neighbor was lurking outside, trying to catch a glimpse of the man causing so much noise in here.
“Fucking kill her already!” Putrid yelled, chomping his teeth a few times at the end of it.
“End her!” Rotten yelled.
“Fuck her with your knife,” Samuel said. “That would be fun.”
“Shut up, I’m busy,” I yelled.
“You want me to shut up?” the woman asked.
“No,” I said. “Be as loud as you want.”
I reached forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled back on the reins as I drove my cock in as deep and as hard and as fast as I could. I pulled back and did it again, punishing the pussy for all the anger I’d endured lately. I fucked this girl for Nikki, I fucked her for Ava, I fucked her for my messed up childhood, I fucked her for the demons…I fucked the shit out of this dainty pussy.
I’d never tried fucking up against a wall, and I’d heard bad things about it, but she was such a petite thing that I couldn’t imagine it would be too difficult. So I turned her around, picked her up, and slammed her down onto my cock while I smashed her against the wall. She laughed and then cried out as I pulled her down and lifted her up.
This might be the best pussy I’ve ever had.
“No excuses,” Samuel said. “You better kill this bitch or you know what’ll happen to you.”
I closed my eyes as I continued to thrust into her. I saw Samuel on the cross with lightning hitting him. He cursed at me. This was a warning. If I didn’t kill her soon, they’d punish me like they did in the field and in the street near Ava’s house. I had to gut her and I had to do it soon.
“I’m coming!” the girl yelled. “Oh shit! I’m coming!”
She suddenly howled and it sounded like she was an opera singer belting out a Mozart tune. She groaned in my ear and cried out in joy.
“Keep coming!” I yelled. “Come for me.”
“Bend me over again!” she demanded.
I flipped her around and smashed her tits down against the dining room table as I slammed my cock into her over and over again. Her nails dug into the wooden tabletop as she let loose on my cock, covering me in her cum. She tried to climb the table. She slapped it and clawed and threw one of the chairs away. It flipped over onto the hard tile floor.
“I’m still coming!” she yelled.
Then I was too. I shoved my cock into her hard, thankful for the condom that would save my seed from being inside her when the cops found her body.
“I’m coming too!” I said.
She tried to look at me over her shoulder but I fucked her so hard she nearly lost consciousness. When I come, I go all out. I come hard. This girl had me so fucking hot that I thought I might shoot through the condom.
“Fucking bitch,” I said as I kept pounding that pussy.
“Yes, I’m a bitch!” she said. “Empty your cock in this bitch.”
Her dirty talk was amazing. For a second I contemplated keeping her around, maybe seeing her again, but then I remembered the demons’ threat. She needed to die so I wouldn’t suffer again. It was selfish, but it was what needed to be done. After thrusting a few more times, I was spent.
When I pulled out of her, she fell down against the table.
“Holy shit, that was great,” she said. “We have to do that again sometime.”
“Hmm,” I said.
“What? I wasn’t good enough for you?” she asked.
“You were great,” I said. “I’m hungry. Got anything to eat in here?”
I walked away from her, the full condom dangling from my cock. I ignored it and checked the fridge.
“You got what you wanted,” she said. “Where’s the stuff?”
I’d forgotten that I’d promised her drugs in exchange for her pussy. I’d gotten the pussy but I had no drugs to give. Telling her that might start a screaming match and I didn’t need the neighbors calling the cops.
“It’s in my car. In the glove compartment,” I promised. “I couldn’t bring it up here in case you were a cop.”
“A fucking cop?” she said as she moved to my back and kissed my shoulder. “Would a cop fuck you like that?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never fucked a cop.”
The thought of fucking a cop brought back the memory of Ava and her boyfriend, a man on his way to being a cop.
I pulled open the fridge and there, sitting right smack dab in the center of the thing, with nothing else other than an open package of ham and a half used bottle of ketchup, was a brand new pumpkin pie. Not a single slice had been eaten from it.
“Pumpkin pie?” I asked.
“Oh shit, I forgot all about that thing,” she said. “My sister brought that over for me. I fucking love pumpkin pie.”
I didn’t. I hated pumpkin pie. I pretended to love the stuff just for appearances but Mrs. Rebecca used to make the stuff all the time. I ate so much of it that I thought I might puke my guts out at some point. Seeing that pie there was confirmation that she needed to die. It was too much of a coincidence. It was a sign. This nameless girl, this beautiful girl with the golden pussy, needed to die. Right fucking now.
I reached into the fridge and snatched up the pie.
“Let’s eat some,” she said.
“You want pie?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm,” she said.
“Here’s your fucking pie!” I yelled as I spun around and smashed the pie right into her fucking face.
The force of the blow knocked her backwards and onto the dining room table. She didn’t have time to scream. She was stunned and had to be in pain. I stalked into the living room and found my jeans where I kept my knife. I pulled open the large blade and pounced on her quickly, completely naked except my condom and my knife, I straddled her on top of that table.
“Fucking pumpkin pie,” I yelled. “You had to have pumpkin pie.”
Her face was so covered with the brown muck that I couldn’t see her expression when I shoved the knife into her stomach and pulled it up toward her chest. She gurgled and tried to slap me off of her but she was already dying. I pulled out the knife and shoved it into the lower part of her abdomen before pulling it out again and swiping it across her neck.
As she lay there dying on the table, I reached for the tin pan the pie had been baked in, and I scraped the remainder of the pie away with my clawed hand. With the amusement of a child using finger paints, I slathered the pie mix down her face and neck and to her chest and stomach. It mixed with the red blood and formed a disgusting mess.
Her life drained from her body as I moved calmly into her bathroom, flushed the condom down the toilet, and showered. Using a towel that was draped over the shower curtain rod, I dried off and serenely made my way over to the couch where I recovered my clothes, got dressed, and left her apartment.
“Fucking pumpkin pie,” I said under my breath. “Just like mama used to make.”
Shadow & Flame led me to this poor girl’s apartment. Well, one of them did. Misty, the blue haired bitch who wouldn’t give me the time of day. She was the cause of all this. I only wished I was able to kill her instead. Years later I almost accomplished that task. I heard that the band was in town and I considered sneaking into the house where they were staying and killing Misty in the shower, but it was too risky. Too many people were around all the time. Fucking band members never sleep. Someone’s always awake. Instead, I ended up paying two kids to play a musical track, Ring around the Rosie, outside the house windows to scare them. Then I made sure I left them a message on one of the win
dows, a message they’d never forget. It was a phrase that eventually became my calling card. WE ALL FALL DOWN.
When I returned home the night of the blue haired girl’s murder, I felt invincible. I was fresh and clean and I wanted a drink. I wouldn’t kill again this night. I knew that. I didn’t need to. The demons would be happy with me for now. They’d let me unwind and have a good time.
I felt alive, and again, I felt like an outlaw. I’d been killing people all over San Francisco and still nobody had even linked them. I had no consistent way of killing and I had no reason for killing any of the people I’d killed. They were all totally random. I knew I’d never get caught. I’d kill whoever I fucking wanted to whenever I fucking wanted to.
I’d found a parking spot downtown and was walking past a place called Red’s when I saw all the motorcycles parked out front. I knew Red’s was a biker bar. I’d been inside quite a few times, but seeing those bikes parked out front filled me with a sense of adventure. I’d always envied bikers. Their free way of life was inspirational. They could get on their motorcycles and leave whenever they wanted. They weren’t tied down to a house with a lovely wife and kids. No, they had ol’ ladies, fiery hot women who loved being on the back of a bike, women who were used to spreading their legs wide and wrapping them around their man’s waist.
“Go sit on one,” Samuel said. “Steal a bike. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m not stealing a fucking motorcycle,” I said. “Do you want us to get caught?”
“Sit on one at least!” Rotten yelled.
“Okay, I can do that,” I agreed. “I can sit on one of the bikes. There’s no harm in that.”
Nobody was around. The guys were all inside drinking so I figured no one would notice if I sat down real quick on one of the motorcycles. That’s what I did. I found the bike I liked most. It was a souped up Harley, glimmering chrome. I threw a leg over it and sat down on the seat, stretching my arms out to reach the handlebars. I felt like a kid, excited.