Horror Stories: A Macabre Collection (2 page)

She rode him hard, burying his face into her
sweet-smelling tits, rubbing glitter all over him. He licked her
sweaty breasts and ribs and even though that was frowned upon Red
was too dumb to care and no one else was watching.

“Red,” he gasped, “want to make some real
money?”

She moaned, turning away from him and riding
his cock with her ass, “of course. You know I love real money,” she
giggled.

“Good girl, that’s what I thought. You and me
after hours…I’ll make it worth your time. Name your price,” he
said, knowing he’d never have to pay up.

“Price depends on what you want, sweetheart,”
she said, sucking her finger.

“Let’s just say everything,” he smiled.

“A grand for the night, and you supply all
the drinks and candy I can handle,” she rode him harder.

“Done, and done,” he said.

“I’m off Thursday, and don’t have to be in
till late on Friday, and don’t say a word of this to anyone. I
don’t want any of your friends coming in here asking for the whore
of all whores, you get me?”

“I got you,” he smiled, grabbing her hips,
“and don’t worry, no one will ever know.”

Time was up. He paid. She smiled. And they
left the private corner as if they were a couple. She walked him
back to his seat and she went to the back to refresh for round two.
He stuck around for a few more dances and another lap dance from a
different girl then split. He was eager to get back home and the
put the piggy to rest. He wanted the place nice and fresh for his
little red cock-riding bitch.

When he got back home he noticed she was
downstairs again, playing with the piggy. Damn it, he thought,
can’t she ever listen? He went down the stairs, his feet hit the
steps heavy and served as a warning that he was not pleased.

“Kate, what the fuck are you doing down here?
I thought I told you not to come down here unless I say so?”

“You did, but he got his tape loose. He freed
his hand and ripped off the tape from his mouth--see, look, there’s
the rat. He spit it out and I heard him moving around, trying to
get out the window. So, I stopped him.”

“That’s good sweetheart. Real good, I thought
I was going to have to hurt you real bad this time. And you know I
don’t want that. I hate to see you hurt.”

“I know,” Kate said.

“But we got to put this piggy to sleep now,
and clean up the place. We’re gonna have a new piggy soon, a really
pretty piggy,”

“Prettier than me?”

“You know that’s not possible,
sweetheart.”

“Let’s see what this son of a bitch can take,
now,” he grinned.

She looked excited. They left the man alone
in the basement for a day with the rat without hurting him. They
wanted him to heal up a bit. To heal for this…

Jerry grabbed a screwdriver, and Kate grabbed
a box cutter. They poked and prodded the man, who writhed along the
cold basement ground. He knew he was a dead man, so he prayed
through muffled mouth and asked God to watch over his family. To be
there for his little girl and to watch over her, because he
wouldn’t be able to do so anymore. He wanted to tell his wife how
much he loved her, how much he loved their life and how he wanted
to start trying for a son again. But instead he felt the dull pain
of a screwdriver pierce his shoulder and strike bone, sending
rockets of pain shooting through his body. Then she began to slash
him across his face with the box cutter, cutting his lip, his eye,
and his ear. He squirmed in agony. She kicked him. He spat on him.
They laughed.

“This is great,” she said.

He didn’t respond. His eyes were wild and he
was beginning to drool. This wasn’t great; it was the best, better
than all the women and drugs in the world. He was death incarnate.
He plunged the screwdriver into the man’s throat, twisting it as if
tightening a screw. He bled out and Jerry left her to clean up the
mess. He needed a nap.

Though she was able to clean up the mess, the
body was too heavy for her to move and Jerry would have to do that.
She didn’t want to bother him till he was done with his nap, so she
just sat there in the man’s blood, petting him like a stuffed
animal. His blood was sticky to the touch and before too long she
tired of its feel on her fingers.

By the time Thursday rolled around the
basement looked as clean as it ever did. Jerry walked around as
happy as could be, not a care in the world. He shaved, brushed his
teeth, and even took a shower. Which was something he didn’t do
unless he had to. Kate went off to school and would be back long
before it was time for him to party so, he took advantage of the
solitude. He strutted around naked, sang terribly out of tune, and
even gave way to bouts of laughter. He called a guy he knew that
could score him some coke. He knew he needed a lot, strippers
tended hit the stuff pretty heavy, and he wanted to make sure
things went smoothly…at least for the first few hours, until he
revealed to her his true self.

When Kate came home from school Jerry was
asleep on the couch. He had a few empty beer cans scattered on the
ground and she stepped on them until he woke up from the tinny,
crinkly noise.

“Home so soon, sweetie?”

“Duh, Daddy, school’s over, now,” she
said.

“I guess so. Don’t you have any friends to
hang out with?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to make
friends?”

“That’s right, but when do you ever listen to
me?”

“All the time, don’t be silly,” she walked
away.

“Go do your homework.”

“Where do you think I’m going?”

“To the basement if you keep giving me
lip.”

She didn’t respond and went upstairs to her
room to do her homework. Jerry closed his eyes and went back to
sleep.

Hours later, Kate woke him up once again.
“Get up, it’s late. You’ve been sleeping all day,” she whined.

“I’m up…just resting my eyes,” he said,
lifting his head up.

“When are you bringing home my new
mommy?”

“Soon. But you can’t play with her till
tomorrow when you get home from school, understood?”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Life ain’t fair, but that’s how it is. Daddy
has to have his time alone first, then you can play.”

“Whatever. Can we keep her if she likes
us?”

“Sure. But I don’t think she’s going to like
us.”

“You always say that.”

“And Daddy’s always right, ain’t he?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Whatever.”

Jerry pulled himself up off the couch and
patted her on the head. He yawned and stretched and his back
cracked and he grumbled about it. He grabbed his keys and headed
for the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Make sure you’re
upstairs with the door locked and your ass in bed. And don’t leave
any of your shit lying around, okay?”

“Whatever!”

Red agreed to meet him in the parking lot of
the Food-town nearest Club 18. She’d leave her car there and he’d
take her back to his place. She thought it was odd, but went along
with it anyway. He was paying enough to not give a shit and she
didn’t plan on doing any driving once the party started. She was a
stripper with a heavy coke habit who fucked on the side for cash,
looking just barely eighteen years old, but driving under the
influence was a no go for her.

When he pulled up, he was disappointed that
she wasn’t wearing her usual costume, but smiled when she pulled
out a picnic basket from the trunk of her car with the red cloak
dangling out. She looked great aside from that, not oily like she
did on stage, but dry and pretty like she could live next door and
not be a whore. But she was what she was and that was what he
wanted. He wanted a whore tonight, and he wanted to break her in
every which way.

Jerry gleefully drove back to his home. She
ran her fingers up and down his leg, stroked his neck and spoke to
him in such a soft voice that it almost made him forget he wished
her harm. It was euphoric. He was enchanted, aroused, and eager to
please her. He pressed down harder on the gas.

Once home, Jerry was ready to party. He
locked the door and headed for the kitchen. He fished out a few
beers, a plate, a razor, and a bag of the sweetest candy this side
of the street. He handed her a beer and they clinked rings and took
swigs.

Jerry took the plate and emptied out a few
little piles of coke. He took the razor and began to smooth them
out into nice narrow little lines as Red dug through her purse for
a single. By the time he was done she had rolled up a dollar into a
tight tube and was ready for it. He slid the plate over to her and
she took a nice long smooth snort of it, coughing when she
finished. She handed him the rolled up dollar and he did the same,
only chasing it with a chug of his beer. They both did another line
and found themselves high and numb and ready to fuck.

They began to probe each other’s bodies,
pushing, pulling, grabbing, clawing. They tore each other’s clothes
off in minutes and he was fingers deep in another. They moved at
each other so quickly that Jerry found himself wondering what the
rush was. To him everything was foreplay. It was all ritual. All a
build-up to the climax. He could go right now if that was how it
was going to play out and the coke would make sure he could go all
night long if he wanted. He just couldn’t help himself, and as if
hearing his thoughts she stopped.

“Jeez, tiger, you’re ready to pounce,
huh?”

“Can’t help myself, babe,” he smiled, “just
looking at you drives me nuts.”

“Well, then watch this…”

She walked over to her picnic basket and
pulled out her usual stage outfit. She began to perform a little
reverse strip tease for him, putting on one article of clothing at
a time, as slow as she could. First the panties, then the leggings,
the skirt, the bra, the shirt, and finally she donned the cloak,
lifting the hood over her head. This was what he wanted. He wanted
a show, the fantasy to become reality, the real to become unreal.
And here she was standing before him, dressed in red and paled to
perfection snorting another line of blow, as Jerry couldn’t take it
another minute. He got up and began to undo everything she just
did, but he left the cloak on. He thrust into her and it felt like
everything he ever wanted, the perfect drug wrapped wet around his
throbbing member. They did their dance and when it was all said and
done Jerry collapsed onto the couch. He couldn’t believe how great
it was, and how tired he felt. He did another line and pounded a
beer, but he still felt so damn tired. Red came over to him, still
cloaked and spoke to him in that soft seductive sales-pitch for the
champagne room tone. Her face was blurry, and then all he saw was
black.

She picked him up and carried him to his bed
upstairs. She placed him gently on the bed, covered him up and as
she turned around she saw Kate standing in the doorway.

“Hi, Kate,” she said, “I’ve heard so much
about you.”

“Hi…umm…”

“You can call me Lilly.”

“I thought you were Red?”

“That’s what your daddy likes to call me,”
she smiled.

“Is that because you dress like Little Red
Riding Hood?”

“Exactly. I’m an actress at the Downtown
Theatre Group.”

“That’s not what my daddy said. Daddy said
you’re a whore from the strip club.”

“That’s no way for a little lady to
talk.”

“I can talk however I want when I home. Not
that its any of your business…can you…I just…I want my daddy to
read me a bedtime story, okay?”

“Daddy’s sleeping right now. How about I read
you a bedtime story?”

“Whatever. But daddy makes up his own. He
makes them better than they are in the books.”

“Don’t worry about that. I got a story for
you, sweetie. Why don’t you come lie down with me and we can keep
daddy warm?”

“Whatever.”

They each took to a side of Jerry. Lilly
snuggled close, making sure their skin touched. Kate just looked
agitated and impatient.

“So…a long time ago, when the world was still
new there was a man named Adam. He was made out of dirt and dust.
He thought he knew everything, but he didn’t. He was blinded by his
father and only knew the world as it was told to him. Then one day
a beautiful woman came along who truly knew the world. She knew
Adam was made of dirt and dust and didn’t care. They fell in love
and got married in a big garden. They were happy for a while, but
Adam didn’t really love Lilith, he thought he did, but he didn’t
really. He just wanted a wife because he didn’t have one. So,
Lilith left and Adam and his father wouldn’t let Lilith back into
their garden because she found another man who could love her for
her, and ever since then Lilith was called bad names. Men began to
hate her, they would throw stones at her, even spit at her in
public, but when they went home all they thought about was Lilith
and how they wanted her. After a while all the bad words they
called Lilith gave her strength and power. From then on Lilith
would take the power of men who spoke poorly of her and leave them
to die, and if they had children she would sometimes eat them. The
end, now go to sleep.”

“That’s a stupid story, my daddy tells much
better ones. His have tons of blood and guts in them.”

“How about we save the blood and guts for
tomorrow?”

“Whatever.”

* * * * *

The Seed

* * * * *

“I love you,” he lied, pushing his way
inside.

She didn’t stop him, tolerating his bullshit,
and bearing the pain of his ‘young love’. Her fingers dug into the
cold dirt, pulling up clumps of grass as he grunted and moaned and
stabbed at her with his member. This isn’t love, she thought, this
is what I have to do. She wished it to be over and wanted it to
stop, and she could feel that he was almost there. One more stab
and he’d be a limp dick on top of the world.