rants n raves

by tom miller

 

 

11/25/98 - 4:34 P.M.

 

miller & chase @ krullen's dungeon - part 2

 

 

i got in the back seat with a lesbian girl, and lady chace and her girlfriend were in the front. i kept thinking to myself, this is going to be the funniest bust if the cops pull us over.

 

"can i see your driver's license and registration, mam... uh, sir... uh... elvis."

 

but fortunately for us, that didn't happen.

 

 

*****

 

we arrived at the house of krullen. it had a haunted house look to it. the front door was open and krullen was there with a glass of avalanche, which is a strong peppermint schnapps in a bottle that has crystals of sugar growing in the bottom.

 

i bowed to krullen respectfully, and helped myself to some.

 

we moved inside. one of the mistresses was there. the television was on. there was a porno playing; some woman with a dick was whipping another woman.

 

i saw my friend p-nut on the couch. p-nut is this young cute guy who claims he's clinically depressed, although i have yet to see him when he's not happy. he called me over.

 

"look," he said. "i'm writing poetry." he passed a pad of paper to me with some writing on it. "read it," he said. "tell me what you think."

 

I looked at the paper.

 

i want to kill myself with rope

i want to kill myself with a gun

i want to kill myself with a knife

there is nothing but darkness

i am alone...

 

"that's real good", i said.

 

 

*****

 

 

i followed chace and his woman out into the yard, and there were a group of punk rockers scattered around. some of them knew me and waved hello.

 

some of them didn't, and here i was, walking toward the dungeon with a drag queen and a vampire. i didn't know if the punks would beat us up or run.

 

the dungeon was built into a sort of large storage housing unit. there were racks, whips, chains, leather, feathers, and another television with porno. a tall fellow dressed all in black and with dyed black hair was stretched out on the couch looking at the porno. his eyes were artificially blue/white, and they seemed to glow. i drank some more.

 

chace immediately went to the rack and folded herself over it.

 

"find krullen, honey. i'm ready."

 

the girlfriend wandered out and i sat on the couch watching the porno.

 

 

*****

 

 

in a few moments, krullen appeared with a mistress and he secured chase's hands to the rack with rope.

 

"yeah," chace said. "yeah."

 

the mistress began stroking his back. the girlfriend joined in, and then krullen turned to go. he was rather drunk and having a grand time.

 

"whip me, master," said chace.

 

"patience," krullen said. "in time."

 

he went outside and flirted and drank. normally, he would have beaten the shit out of chace but he was having so much fun enjoying the party.

 

"shit, honey," said chace. "then you whip me. i came over here for a whipping."

 

so the girlfriend grabbed a whip and began on chace's back. slam! slam! slam! she didn't work up to it, she bared down on him like gangbusters.

 

slam!

 

"oooo," chace moaned.

 

whap!

 

"ahhh," she said.

 

i could either watch porno, watch the boy watching porno, or watch a vampire lady whip a drag queen on a rack.

 

one of the punks walked in.

 

"hey, lady," he said to chace's girlfriend. "your hair is on fire."

 

and it was. she had leaned into a burning candle. chace got out of his straps and smacked her head a few times to get the fire out. i went to get more to drink.

 

 

*****

 

back in the main house, p-nut was breaking open the bottle of avalanche to get to the sugar crystals. he seemed in his own world, oblivious to all that was going on.

 

"this is great, krullen," i said to him. "i love the art, and the spread outside, and do you have any whiskey?"

 

he pointed. "whiskey, tequila, beer, avalanche, chips..."

 

i poured myself some whiskey and sat down. one of the punk guys came over.

 

"do you have a cigarette?" he asked. he pulled out a budwiser. "i'll trade you a beer for it."

 

now you have to understand about street punks. they don't trade, they just beg, so this was highly odd. nevertheless, i told him i didn't have a cigarette.

 

"oh." he said, and wandered off.

 

a few minutes later, he returned. "here," he said. he handed me two cigarettes. i put one in my mouth and he lit it for me.

 

"thanks." it was really odd for a street punk to offer to trade, and then to go out of his way to get something for you.

 

a big looming death metal looking guy came over and we talked about our mutual love of porno. several other punks joined us.

 

"go ahead," he said. "name any porno and i'll tell you the facts. quiz me. quiz me."

 

we quizzed him, and he didn't miss one question.

 

the friendly punk came back and offered us a hit on his pot pipe. we cordially accepted. then he sat down and laid out some lines of coke.

 

"you're the nicest guy i've ever met," i said. it was the smoothest best coke i've ever had.

 

 

*****

 

 

soon, we tired of the living room and went back outside. there was a fire burning in an old garbage can. behind it was a sign that said: WARNING - KEEP AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAME!

 

i saw two of the punks, a boy and his girlfriend, start to go into the dungeon and they were met by lady chace's girlfriend. she had some dark residue around her mouth.

 

"what is that?" i shouted from the fire.

 

"chace's blood," she replied. then to the punks; "would you like me to bite you? i leave marks. i have to warn you. i leave bruises." she bared her teeth.

 

"no thanks, lady," they said and they wandered past her.

 

now chace had an ax. she was plowing the ax into some wood on the ground. if you've ever seen a former navy seal in a black teddy chopping wood, then this might not seem unusual to you at all.

 

later, she demonstrated one of her kill techniques by throwing a razor sharp knife into a tree. she had trouble getting the knife back out because it went in so deep.

 

the lesbian girl was practicing a whipping technique, known as florentine, on a bowling ball mounted into a tree stump. i asked her if i could try it. you have to swing two whips around, one in each hand, in an eight pattern and strike the target four times with each revolution. i was pretty good at it.

 

 

*****

 

 

by the time it was all said and done, chace was whipped, his girlfriend had blood all over her mouth and burned hair, krullen was lit, the punks were stoned, i was drunk, the wood was chopped, the tree was dead, p-nut got to the sugar crystals, and the pornos were over.

 

 

(tune in next week for the continuing adventures of tom miller and his world of the almost done with november.)

 


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