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MISANTHROPE Issue 1, Published December, 1997
[Printed below is the Prologue from my novel Dark Music. A slightly different version was published in Misanthrope as the short story, "Bus Ride To Hell".]
Dark Music: Prologue
He stands in the rain by the bus stop. No umbrella. No shelter. The rain pours down, slowly drenching him to the bone. No bus in sight. “Fuck this,” he says to no-one in particular as he wraps his overcoat tighter around himself. He pulls up the collar which doesn’t quite protect his head from the rain, but hell, it’s better than nothing. He holds his bag close to his chest and takes a quick peek down the street. Nothing. Empty. Desolation Boulevard. No cars, no sign of humanity, and worst of all, no bus. Nothing but the rain for company. The rain and the vision.... “Hey, you look drenched. Wanna share my umbrella?” Startled he looks around. Her warm face smiles at him. She’s a real looker. She’s wearing one of those tight-fitting sweaters which highlight a pair of lovely round tits. He gives her a quick once-over. One prime piece of pussy: great pair of jugs, pear-shaped ass, and a mouth just made for sucking dick. “Sure,” he says moving in closer. “Thanks, this rain was really beginning to get right down to my bones.” One of her jugs rubs against his chest making his dick stir. It gets harder as he imagines sliding his hand inside her sweater and grabbing him a hold of some ripe fruit. He really wants to give it to her ... bad. Like right here and now. “Nice night for a walk, huh?” he says adding a slight touch of sarcasm to his voice. He’s enjoying the sensation of that sweater teasing gently against his arm. He wonders if she realizes the effect she must be having on him. Of course she fucking knows, it says to him. That’s what bitches do. They like to tease a man. Tease till they get him all hot and bothered and then they walk away like nothing’s happened. Nothing but cock teasers the lot of them. “Yes it is,” she replies. “Been waiting here long?” “Not all that long. I’d be totally drenched if I was.” The wind suddenly changes direction and the rain follows suit, as if deciding to attack them from another angle. He moves closer and grabs her by the arm. His dick is almost busting out of his pants. The only thing on his mind is how bad he wants to stick it into the bitch. Take her. Whatta ya waiting for. Don’t let her do this to you. Give it to her. Fuck the bitch. “Yeah. Fuck the bitch,” he whispers. “What ...?” she says, looking all scared and surprised. He starts to rub his dick against her thigh, at the same time tightening the grip on her arm. “Shit, get away from me you asshole!” She tries to break away from him, but his grip holds. That’s it! Now give it to her. Fuck her just the way a bitch deserves to be fucked. Up the ass, like a dog. He pushes her up against the lamp-post and presses his body against her, pinning her. She struggles, dropping the umbrella in the process, which is picked up by the wind and goes spinning off down the street. She tries to knee him in the groin, misses, only manages to rub her thigh against the throbbing erection under his trousers. “Ooh, yeah, that’s it. Give it to me bitch.” A beam of light floods the area as the bus arrives and pulls in to stop. He backs away, picks up his bag as if nothing happened. He smiles at her and gets on the bus. The bus driver, a fortyish nigger with a beard and a large flopping belly that almost touches the steering wheel, takes his money. He walks down the isle between the seats looking the bus over. Good. Except for himself and the driver the bus is empty. He makes for the back row of seats and sits down, all calm and business-like. Just another citizen on his journey. A moment later the bitch gets on, looking all flustered. Sort of shocked, scared, angry and confused all at the same time. Violated he’d heard them call it. Fuck, given half the chance he’d show her what violated was all about. She hesitates for a moment when she spots him grinning at her from the back of the bus. He rubs his crotch and gives her a wink. “You okay, Miss?” the driver says. She hands the driver some change and nods, then quickly sits herself in the seat behind him. He considers getting up and taking the seat behind her. Instead he slides over to the window on the driver’s side of the bus. His cock is fully erect, almost busting open the fly of his jeans. He smiles and slowly unbuttons his fly, allowing his dick to poke out. It turns a reddish colour in the cold night air. He looks towards the bitch at the front of the bus, but she sits unmoving, looking straight ahead. He begins to fondle himself, slowly stroking his cock with his right hand. He slips his left hand into the pocket in his overcoat to fondle the handle of the knife, pulls it out of its sheath and delicately rubs his index finger along the edge of the blade. He imagines cutting open that sweater, then the bra-strap, exposing those heavenly jugs.... The bus slows down, and then stops. The doors open and a couple of giggling teenage girls in wet school uniforms get in. The younger-looking of the two, a little brunette just on the verge of blossoming into one ripe piece of pussy, is wearing a jacket and a floppy skirt that reaches down just below her knees. The other, a blonde, whose wet hair is plastered to her face, is already one hot piece of ass. She’s not wearing a jacket and her skirt is much shorter. The rain has soaked her shirt right through and he can see the outline of her bra through the opaque material. The top two buttons are undone and her tie hangs loose around her neck. These fucking sluts learn early, don’t they? It says to him. This time the Voice sounds much closer, almost as if the whispering is coming from just behind where he’s sitting. He looks around, almost expecting to see someone there, but there’s only the fogged up back window of the bus. His dick starts to go limp. He quickly covers himself with the flap of his overcoat as the two girls make their way towards the back of the bus. As they approach, he can see the tip’s of the blonde’s nipples pushing against the wet shirt. His dick is instantly hard again. They sit in the seat in front of him, the blonde next to the window. He begins to stroke himself, allows his coat to fall open, exposing his dick to the cold air which invigorates him to the point where he almost blows right there. The girls are giggling unaware of what he’s doing behind them. He pulls the knife out of his pocket and begins to stroke his cock with the blunt side of the blade. He imagines how easily the blade will slide through the back of the seat and into the blonde’s kidney. Wait. You will only spoil it. Pick your moment. The time approaches. He continues to stroke his cock with the knife. He slides up slightly on the seat, letting his jeans fall to the floor of the bus. He picks them up and puts them on the seat next to his bag. He’s about to blow but holds back. He remembers reading somewhere, probably in one of those women’s rags his sister-slut used to leave lying around the house, that a man can not only prolong the fuck but can also cum like a fucking fountain, if he waits until he’s about to blow, slows to a stop, waits for a few moments and resumes humping. Yeah, fuck it, why not; he always was for a bit of experimenting. The brunette gets up and pulls the stop cord. He quickly covers himself with his overcoat. She glances his way but doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Dumb bitch! The girls exchange some small talk and the brunette heads for the exit as the bus pulls into the stop. She waves goodbye to the blonde then gets off. Stroke of luck. The driver picks up his box of coins and exits. Now! It says into his ear. Do the slut. She’s yours. He looks at the knife in his hand and smiles. Through the fogged up glass of the window he can just make out the driver standing under the bus shelter light a cigarette. Take the bitch. Don’t worry about the nigger; he’s waiting for the change of shift. He quickly removes his overcoat and T-shirt and, except for his shoes and socks, sits there naked. He places the knife under the T-shirt on the seat beside his bag. His cock, a pulsing red erection, sticks straight up, pointing directly at the roof of the bus. He gives it a playful slap then gets up and grabs the blonde under her arms and lifts her from behind over the seat. He falls back and ends up with her sitting on top of him as they both land on the seat with a loud thump. Her ass pushes his cock flat against his stomach as she sits there too stunned to move or react. A moment passes. She begins to struggle but he is far too strong. All she manages to do is rub her ass against his dick. He comes close to blowing as she lets out a high-pitched scream. He grabs the knife and holds it to her throat. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he whispers in her ear. Her screaming stops. She sits perfectly still for a moment then lets out a gasp and falls silent again as the blade digs into her neck, not quite cutting but enough so she gets the point. “Alright bitch! We’re gonna have us a little party.” He rubs his free hand over her breasts. She starts to cry. “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll slice you right now.” She stops crying, and then starts whimpering. “What do you want?” she says. “Jesus, some of you bitches are dumb. I wanna discuss the weather. What the fuck do you think I want?” “Don’t hurt me, please.” She squirms in his lap, then, noticing for the first time that he’s completely naked, she starts to cry again. “Please ...” In an almost caressing motion he moves the knife down from her throat and begins to cut her shirt open. Slowly. That’s it. Savour the moment. There’s no rush. Her shirt is fully open. He pushes her slightly forward and she lets out a whimper as he rips it completely off. He pauses for a moment to wonder what the fuck’s up with the bitch sitting in the front of the bus. You’d think that the way these bitches stick together that she’d at least call out to the driver. Forget the bitch, It whispers. She won’t do anything. I’ve had a talk with her. She’s cool. You can attend to her later if you like, Due to all her struggling, the blonde’s skirt has ridden up over her panties. He slips the blade between her skirt and skin, then slices. The skirt falls off and hangs over his dick. The outline of her pubic hair is visible through her panties. She’s crying again, a strand of dribble hangs from the corner of her mouth. He throws the ripped skirt across the seat, sweeps his bag and clothing onto the floor, and then throws the blonde onto the seat. Her panties offer little resistance to the knife. She lies there staring blankly into space. He quickly cuts away her bra, and then pauses for a moment wondering why they always get that vacant look in their eyes when they realize there’s nothing they can do. Never mind, back to business. He slowly gets on top of her and licks the dribble from her chin. She’s a bit tight but obviously no stranger to a bit of dick as he slips in without any difficulty. Amazingly, she’s wet down there. He can hear the sound of distant whistling or piping. The tune initially sounds like a chaotic discordia, but as he pauses to listen, he realizes he knows the song. She seems to stare at something behind him. A look of utter terror comes over her, something almost primal seems to emerge from within and suddenly she begins to struggle again, this time more wildly and with more fury and strength than he would ever have given her credit for possessing. She screams and tears -- not quite at him but something else, as if she were trying to fight something behind him. She stops struggling just as suddenly as she began. Her breathing slows down and becomes heavier as she lies there as if in some sort of trance. She’s ready. It says to him. The piping becomes slightly louder. He glances to the other bitch sitting at the front of the bus. She sits there not moving. He had heard of this sort of thing happening. When people would just hang around and do nothing while someone else was killed right in front of them. But he never expected to witness this first hand. He slides down on top of the blonde and licks the sweat from her chest. Her nipples harden as his tongue caresses and licks. Her breathing becomes heavier as his tongue caresses her neck. “That’s it bitch. You can have a good time if you relax a bit.” Her hands reach up and she rubs his back, stroking from the kidney area right down to his ass. Fully erect, he enters her again. This time she doesn’t resist and opens her legs in anticipation accepting the intrusion of his cock with a loud moan as he slides it in. Next thing he knows her legs are wrapped around him and she’s squeezing the cheeks of his ass with her hands as he pumps into her, her hips responding to his thrusts as she moans and screams in ecstasy. He can feel himself about to cum. He repositions the knife and starts to slice, making the first incision between her tits. She ignores, no, almost seems to welcome, the intrusion of the blade into her flesh. She grabs his shoulders tight, her fingernails digging deep into his flesh and pulls him to her as he cuts again. The blood spills from her wounds covering them in red. He moves the knife up to her throat. She arches her head back, almost as if in anticipation and welcome of the killing stroke he is about to inflict. He cuts deep. The slash in her throat opens up exposing her severed windpipe which sucks the blood from the severed veins and arteries into it, quickly drowning her in her own blood. Her moans and screams of ecstasy stop but she continues to make gurgling noises as she reaches orgasm. Her life drains as her body, in its death throes, erupts in spasms of pleasure. The piping suddenly becomes louder and more chaotic. “Alright! Ooh yeah!” he says. He continues to slice at her with the knife as his climax approaches. The blade covered in the thick red liquid, slices frantically, while he screams and gibbers unintelligibly, the slicing motions becoming a mad frenzy keeping pace with his pumping buttocks and the mad piping as if all playing together in some insane, chaotic symphony of blood. Her life leaves her at the same moment as his semen erupts into her. Once, twice ... three, four ... five, he loses count as his cum continues to pump into her. The bloodied knife slips from his hand. He feels as if his whole body is coming at once, his every cell is in the ecstasy of orgasm. Finally, spent, he lets all of his weight fall onto her. He begins to hum with the distant piping, losing all sense of time and location as he slowly rubs his hands over her bloodied carcass. There’s not much time left, It says into his ear bringing him out of his rapture. Finish up. You must take the Offering. He looks at the bitch sitting at the front of the bus. She still hasn’t moved. Forget the bitch. The Offering! He quickly looks out of one of the windows, wiping away a small patch of frost so he can see outside. He cringes as he tries to make out the driver who is still standing under the bus shelter smoking another cigarette. He looks down at his naked body realizing for the first time that he is almost completely covered in blood. He grabs the knife and begins to work on the body of the blonde. He makes a deep incision into her upper abdomen, just below her rib cage, slicing through the thick diaphragm muscle. He slips his other hand into her chest and fiddles around a moment before locating and grabbing her still heart. Taking a scalpel from his bag he slips the other hand into her chest and begins to cut. He removes the heart from inside her chest and drops it into a clear plastic freezer bag. Some more cutting and he has a pair of kidneys to add to his collection. He takes the scalpel and carefully carves the sign of the Eye onto her lower abdomen. He then takes a moment to examine his handiwork. And whatta ya know his dick begins to harden again at the sight of her eviscerated and naked body. What a sight! A prime piece of blonde pussy, all cut up, but the good bits -- tits, mouth, cunt -- still intact, although somewhat bloodied. The way he sees it this just adds to the appeal. He strokes his member and begins to pull out her intestines which he rubs over his cock, wrapping the thinner guts around his erection and pulling them off over and over. Now that the Offering has been removed and bagged he realizes that he’s got time for some more fun. And why not? A hard working man deserves a bit of relaxation. Yes, that’s right. Do it. It says into his ear. He drops the blonde’s guts onto the floor, picks up the big knife and still stroking his cock, makes his way toward the other bitch who is sitting up front. “Hey, wanna suck my dick,” he says to her. He cracks up laughing when he notices that she’s wet herself. She’s also softly humming to herself. He recognizes the discordant tune and smiles. He sits down beside her and pulls her sweater up over her breasts, exposing the T-shirt underneath. She doesn’t resist, but just sits there unmoving, and except for her soft humming is catatonic. Don’t worry. I had a little talk with her. She won’t fight. “Alright!” A bit more slicing and she’s naked from the waist up. “I think I’m in the mood for a tit fuck. Whatta ya say bitch, ya game for it?” She doesn’t react. “Well don’t mind if I do.” He positions himself over her and places his cock between her tits and squeezes them together with his hands then starts to move his dick up and down. He’s slowly building to another climax when he notices the smell of shit permeating from her. “You fucking shit yourself you dumb bitch.” The idea of her shitting in her pants only turns him on more, making him cum almost immediately, his semen spurting all over her neck and shoulders. This time his orgasm is nowhere near as intense. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to that magazine article he’d read all those years ago. He grabs the knife and slices her throat. He takes the scalpel and carefully carves the sign of the Eye onto her abdomen the same as he had done to the blonde. As an afterthought he uses the scalpel and carefully slices off her ears, then her nipples, then cuts out her eyes. He goes to the back of the bus and does the same to the blonde. He places the other woman’s nipples on the blonde, and the blonde’s on the other woman. “This’ll give those idiot cops something to ponder over,” he laughs to himself. He drops the four eyeballs and four ears into a freezer bag, then from his bag pulls out a bone saw and meat cleaver. A few moments later he drops the blonde’s severed thigh into his bag. “A nice roast for later.” He places her lower leg, foot first into her vagina, having to do some minor cutting with the scalpel to get it to go in. He picks up her torn shirt and uses it to wipe the blood from his naked body as best he can before putting on his clothes. He looks around and sighs. A sigh of satisfaction while examining a job well done. He takes two of the ears from the plastic freezer bag and puts them in the pocket of his overcoat. He then gives the scene a quick once-over to make sure he hasn’t left anything behind, or for any telling marks that might give him away. Then again, who gives a fuck? For he has been Chosen to do this work. And the Chosen One doesn’t get nabbed by the cops. Quick, there’s not much time, the other driver is here. He takes the two ears out of his pocket and leaves them on the driver’s seat as a token of appreciation. The distant sound of piping follows him as he quickly disappears into the fog.
[Prologue from novel Dark Music, by Chris A. Masters.] |
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