Another Short Story
It was a warm night. I was thankful there was not much traffic
around. I was on my way to make an important delivery, and the clear
streets helped to keep my concentration on the task ahead.
I roared past houses and shops on my single cyclinder BSA Gold Star,
careful not to go too fast lest I miss my turning. It was not a
large town I was travelling in, but I wanted to get the journey over
with as quickly as possible.
Seeing the required turn-off ahead, I quickly downshifted, pulling in
the front brake slightly to slide the rear wheel 'round the corner.
The engine screamed as the bike took off again, a haze of blue smoke
drifting behind me in the mirrors.
Slowing down as I approached the house I needed, I noticed a single
pedestrian crossing the road. Oblivious to me because of his
walkman, I pressed the horn a couple of times. Accelerating now, I
had him in a state of paralysed shock. As I approached, I rode the
rear brake in a controlled slide, wildy revving the engine as I
collided with the man, the vintage numberplate slicing savagely into his
genitals.
I left him to scream in agony as I parked the Goldie and walked up
the pathway to the house I required. Removing an air-tight container
from my jacket pocket, I carefully unscrewed the lid and let it fall
to the ground. Urgently, I pressed the door bell. After a while, a
man appeared.
'Present for you,' I said, and grabbing him by the throat I forced
the container to his mouth and held his head back as I poured
powdered caesium into his mouth and down his throat.
He barely had time to let out a gurgling scream before the lethal
metal set to work. Smoke appeared from his mouth instantly in a hiss
of vapour, followed by blood in a vicious fit of coughing. Blisters
appeared on his throat, only to quickly burst in the heat of the
internal fire. As the metal reached his stomach, vomit spewed forth
in a painful rush, adding more moisture to quicken the process.
Soon, all that remained of his throat and mouth was the outer skin,
sagging pitifully, gaping with red holes and blistered white.
The damage was fortuitous, for it aided in the removal of his head.
Carrying it to the living room my his hair, I dumped it on the sofa,
switched on the telly and made my way into the kitchen, where I
passed the fridge to collect a can of crappy beer before rummaging in
the cutlery drawer for a sharp knife.
In the living room once more, I flicked the television over to a dreadful
soap opera. Plunging the knife into the back of the head of my
fire-eating friend, I skewered it 'round until I had a mushy hole, just
large enough for me to have some fun.
Stripped and naked, I stood up and forced my erection into the head,
enjoying the slimy feel of blood and brains. Watching the wooden
actresses on the television screen, I battered the brain with my
penis, an occasional jellied lump of grey matter working its way free
to slide down my testicles and to the floor. Such was my fervour
that the mouth kept opening and shutting with a skeletal click-click-click,
perfectly in rythm with my hips.
The television cut to a skimpy beach scene just as my penis twitched
with orgasm. Pumping the head full of cum, I believe I saw its eyes
flutter open, but the intenseness of my relief may have tricked my
mind into seeing what was not there.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a close scream. Turning
around, I looked toward the living room door. It wasn't long before
the woman appeared, and when she saw me she just stood perfectly
still in shock, disbelief painted in her eyes.
She stared at me standing there in front of her, her husband's head
hanging from my semi-erect penis, blood and grey mush dripping down
onto the floor in a porridge-like mess. Suddenly she screamed
again.
Not knowing what else to do, I removed the head with a slurping sound
born of suction and launched it at her face. Her scream became more
shrill until at the last minute the head connected and she flopped to
the floor, unconscious. Quickly slitting her throat, I then dragged
her body over to the sofa.
Minutes later, I was relaxing in front of the screen. I changed the
channel once more and settled back into the sofa. Removing my beer
from her vagina where I had placed it to remove the chill, I closed
my eyes in contentment, thinking what a good night it was going to be.