GOTHIC HORROR
| In those years after the Apocalypse so
much had changed. In a land covered in rain-forest the men were mere breeding animals,
tending the camps while the women hunted and made war. What had remained were the
pre-Apocalypse 'tribal' groupings, the gangs and sects and lifestyles of the past. So
Rasta chicks would be in battle with Punks as often as not.But this is the record of a
skirmish between Gothgirls and Bikerbitches, fought in a sandy clearing of the
ever-present sweltering forest. Three babes of each tribe had stumbled across the clearing with its freshwater pool at the same time. Battle was inevitable as they stood, sweat trickling between bare breasts, eyeing the opposition. Two leggy Gothgirls and their acolyte came forward, the silver jewelry jingling on wrists and ankles. Their long raven-black hair was tinted with henna and hung loose from a purple silk headband. Eyes were ringed in black, the same glossy ebony that painted their lips, nipples and navels. The two warbabes, Moonbane with her spear and Nightshade with her sword, wore a purple satin belt holding a dangling piece of purple satin falling to the knees. Necra, the acolyte was nude save for a ribbon of purple velvet round her pale slim belly.She held a bow and two long, black-feathered arrows tipped with poison. On the other side of the clearing stood the blonde Bikerbitches. Their long hair was twisted up and held by topknots of black bootlaces. Black, studded leather was dominant: round pale throats, wrists, ankles and waists. Killercow and Butcherbitch, the two warchicks, had a short patch of oily rag hung over their sex from their belts. Their eyes were circled in pale blue and their lips were glossed blood red. Slaughterslut, their acolyte, wore no loincloth and, like all Bikerbitches, she had shaved her pussy. She too carried a bow and two red-feathered poisoned arrows. The hot, hazy air was electric with fear and lust as the lovers on both sides felt that this encounter could end a bedmate's life. Sluggishly, in the humid steambath, Slaughterslut put an arrow to her string. 'You stupid cow!' thought Necra,' you're too fucking slow for me, girl!' And she sent her own black-feathered shaft whizzing towards the Biker. It took the naked blonde just above her throatband, zipping through her white neck to stick out bloodily, a foot on the other side from the entry wound. The poor trull could only give a choking gurgle as the blood poured hotly from her gasping mouth.Her hands groped at her throat as the poison began to burn her gullet and she stood writhing her slim twisting body, her bare belly heaving as she hacked out her despairing coughs of bright red blood. With a final spasm of pain she fell back against a tall thick fir and slid slowly down its trunk to sit, legs apart displaying her shaven quim, her eyes wide in horror. Necra enjoyed a malignant grin as she saw her two mistresses rush forward to take advantage of her kill. How beautiful they looked in their dark loveliness! She could never tell whose embraces she preferred, and as she squatted to spectate her mind went back to last night's threesome on the hut floor. At once her black-nailed finger strayed to her clitoris and she softly stroked her sex as she watched the clash of spear and blade, hoping that in tonight's celebration she could use her sweet pink tongue on both black-haired beauties. Butcherbitch was hacking at Moonbane with her long, flashing sword while the Goth was defensively using her spear-shaft to parry the deadly steel. Almost hypnotically the routine set in: a down-swinging sword-slash beaten off by a high-held spear. The Biker was gaining ground, forcing Moonbane back; the blows were coming quicker as the sweat glistened on naked flesh; Moonbane, slight, skinny with small, hard breasts, was no match for the sturdy blonde with her swinging jugs. With a vicious crack the spear-shaft splintered. Moonbane wailed, 'Ooooooh! Nooooo! You whore!' They were her last words. Butcherbitch drove her steel deep into the Gothgirl's defenceless, tender belly, just below the black-ringed navel, forcing it deep into her hot entrails. Moonbane gave a long howl of agony and fell forward onto the sword, her long fingers scrabbling at her blood-splattered skin. Her slender feet fought for a grip in the silver sand, now splashed with her belly blood. The Biker grabbed her by the throat and, as her six silver necklaces jingled noisily,slowly squeezed the life out of her. Her grip tightened on oiled skin,forcing the Goth's head back as the Biker's blade plunged ever deeper into the sweet unresisting flesh. The black-haired slut choked and wheezed as fingers tightened round her windpipe and steel slit her guts. Moonbane's eyes bulged and her tongue jutted out, obscenely pink against glossy black lips, as she was throttled swiftly to death by Butcherbitch's sinewy clutch. The blade was contemptuously tugged out of the pale ripped belly and the Goth went sprawling on her back in the dirt, arms and legs flung wide in defeat. Her loincloth was lifted back, displaying her dark pubic jungle and a bruised love-bite on her inner thigh just below it. Meanwhile, Nightshade had enjoyed the thrill of keeping the tall, blonde Killercow dancing from side to side to avoid the swift sweep of her sword-blade. Flashing in the tropic sun, it shaved past the blonde's sleek, oiled hips, missed her tattooed upper arms and then----'Oh, yessss!' cried Necra from her vantage point--- it slit the Bikerbitch's plump left breast like a ripe peach. The wounded blonde yelped in her pain as her split nipple stung in agony. Raising her wicked steel in both hands, high above her black-tressed head, Nightshade rushed in for the kill. Fool, really. Killercow was wild for revenge on this slender, leggy Goth babe: she met the charging warrior with a mighty spear-thrust that caught the stunned Nightshade right between her tip-tilted little breasts.The sword fell to the ground behind her, her long white arms shot in the air and her head went right back as she screeched in agony. Two feet of blood-slicked spear stuck out, quivering, from between her slender shoulder blades as she stood hideously impaled on her enemy's vicious weapon. Her lungs flooded with blood as she wriggled, skewered hopelessly by steel and wood. Now she clung tightly to the shaft of her killer's spear, head rolling from side to side as she grunted out her pain. It seemed a long death throe but she soon twitched convulsively, panting out a last gurgling breath. In the still quiet of the moment all that could be heard was the steady hiss of her urine on the sand as her bladder loosened. The Biker kicked her in the gut and tore out the spear, letting the limp, lifeless Goth flop on her face at her feet. Resting her bare foot on sweet bare butt, Killercow forgot the pain in her wounded breast in the sheer lust of death. Necra went a ghastly white under her pallid Goth make-up. She was finished now...unless...unless...Her malicious little tart's mind was working speedily. The Bikers had lost their busty acolyte. OK so she had only firm little apples herself but she had her tongue to rely on. Not just her silver eloquence to talk her way out of this, but a teasing, toying tongue-tip that had had grown women pleading for more. So she moved slinkily towards the victorious Bikerbitches, showing off as she walked her bare sex, her frizzy pubic bush stained with henna. She stood next to Butcherbitch and fluttered her eyelashes, hoping the tall blonde could scent the musky wetness between her skinny legs. 'I....submit....to your blonde beauty,' she whispered, running her sweet pink tongue-tip over her sulky lips. The Biker's own red lips were glistening now, her nipples hard. Necra thought, 'This could be real goooood!'and she stood up on her pretty little toes to touch the hot red lips. She never saw the long, poisoned arrow passed to Butcherbitch but she felt its searing drive up into her unprotected and tender crotch. Her open legs shuddered at the shock; scarlet blood coursed down pale thighs from her punctured hymen and pierced bowels. Necra clawed at her smooth oiled belly as the poison began to bite her innards. She stared down in wide-eyed terror at her wound pumping out her life-blood from her sex. She screamed in fear, 'No! Noooo! Unngh! Nooo, you fuckin' bitch! Aaaangh! I'm gutted....' Slumped on her knees she felt the poison rip through her guts. Her head was swimming in drugged pain; she felt green bile spill from her sullen, moaning lips and dribble down her chin on to her heaving breasts; she clung tight to her killer's sexy naked thighs, her face buried in the oily crotch-cloth smelling of sweet sex. Now her skinny body was racked by convulsions and she was sprawling in the dirt, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. With a last agonized sob she arched her back, thrust her wounded groin upwards and lay still, eyes staring and glazed, her tongue,that long sexy tongue, lolling from her mouth in death. Now the two blonde Bikerbitches stripped the purple satin loincloths and the silver jewelry from their victims, unhooking long jingling necklaces and slipping silver chains from dead slender ankles. Rolling the limp Nightshade onto her back, the blonde killer rested her hand on the mound of the Goth chick's sex as she feasted her red lips full on those dead, black-painted, pouting lips, running her tongue inside to taste blood and fear in the dead girl's mouth.Butcherbitch ran a finger up the wet pussy of her own victim, looking lovingly into the pale- blue, glazed eyes as she did so. They left the two dead acolytes to the mercy of nature: already a cloud of flies was buzzing thirstily around Necra's bloody crotch with its red-clotted pubic bush.. Killercow tookNightshade by the ankles and began to drag the Goth behind her along the path to their camp. Long raven hair trailed in the dust and slim arms were flung out dragging behind her. Butcherbitch hefted the slim corpse of Moonbane onto hershoulder, feeling the arms danglebehind her and the lifeless black lips kiss her naked ass every time the head swung as she walked. In silence and triumph they moved on with their victims and their spoils. |