Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an3789@anon.penet.fi Subject: Story: Blood Moon Organization: Anonymous contact service X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 05:55:36 GMT X-Anon-To: alt.sex.stories Here's the first part of a little story I wrote. No disclaimers are offered as you know what to expect in this newsgroup. Any feedback will be appreciated. The Blood Moon Chapter 1: The Wakening Pulling aside the dusty curtains I could look down on the quiet street. Only a few bodies were visible, the Snatchers were quietly clearing them away. The baleful red moon shown over the cityscape, illuminating the macabre activity below."How long has it been", I asked myself. Five months! The world remade in such a short time. And we all were part of the refashioning. I was tired, deathly tired. How long since I had last slept well? I could not remember. My mind started to wander ... Stop it!! Stay awake. The gangs could be coming soon. I checked my weapons. One rifle with ten rounds, one killing knife, one club. My memory of how it all began is fading. I can't picture many of my friends faces, my family a receding shadow in my mind. It takes an effort to recall, but it will keep my mind active ... I picked Sharon up at 8:00. Strange, I can remember the time but not the exact date. It must have been in March sometime in 2017 AD. We were going to the theatre. She greeted me at the door wearing a slinky long black evening dress. Very simple and elegant, and wonderfully sexy. Sharon was beautiful, tall with a figure that just flowed in her dress. We caught the commuter to the Harbour. The banning of cars in the metropolitan area is now simply accepted. If only the commuters would arrive on time! But these days nothing seems to work as it should. The commute was safe. Not surprising for the hour. It was the short walk to the theatre that reminded us of the night rhythms of the city. We kept together as a group of about 25, sharing our apprehension and making us brave. I can't remember the play. It was a comedy I think. My memory becomes clearer as we returned to my rooms. The fear of walking outside had excited her. I admit that I desired her more than I liked her. Being with her is pleasant because I know her body will be mine at the end of the evening. Not that I actually formed these thoughts into ideas, but I nonetheless knew it to be true. Tonight I wanted her to suck me. I had been thinking of it since picked her up. I knew she would do as demanded. She would not go home unsatisfied. I looked at her. "Take off your dress". She smiled at me and started to undo the back zipper. As she took the dress off her shoulders it fell forward revealing her full breasts. They were high up her body, not huge, more like ripe. They hung deliciously as she removed the dress from her hips were it had collected. Soon she was standing in front of me wearing only a G string. "Turn around"! She did so giving me a view of her wonderful arse. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I wanted that arse. "Undress me" She glided towards me, quickly divesting me of my jacket, shirt and tie. She slid her hands down my body as she knelt in front of me. "Suck my cock, Sharon. Suck me, Sharon", I said urgently. Her long fingers removed my penis from its restrictions. I was not fully erect so she was able to take all of me into her mouth. She started sucking and moving her tongue around my stiffening member. Soon she needed to stretch her mouth as my cock grew to its full size. Sharon started pumping her mouth up and down the length of my cock. Faster, faster!!! Her left hand held on the root of cock while right played with my balls and slipped through to caress my arse. Sharon gave great head, she was able to take most of my cock into her mouth, but that was not the her main strength. When she sucked it was like she was attempting to pull my balls straight out the end of my cock. The fingers of her right hand were playing with my anus sending shivers up my spine, mixing with the pleasure generated by her pumping mouth. I could feel myself starting to cum. "Stop!", I ordered, "lets go out onto the balcony". As she stood up, turned away and swayed over to the balcony I watched mesmerized by her perfect round arse split by her G string. She placed both her hands on the rail and slowly wagged her arse at me. I could see the juices flowing from her inviting cunt. Cock sucking always got her worked up, I can remember she was able to cum sometimes simply by blowing me. I placed by throbbing cock against her sensitive cunt and slowly pushed in. Sharon's cunt was quite tight so, even with plentiful lubrication, it was never a case of simply pushing in. Still her cunt was not her tightest hole! Once I had my full length inside her I waited a moment to allow her to get accustomed to the intrusion. "Fuck me", she moaned, "Fuck me now, I want to feel you pumping inside me". I started to slide my cock back and then rammed it back hard into her gasping cunt. "Yes", she screamed, "harder, harder ...". She ground here arse back to meet my thrusting body. I started to pump in and out, building up a rhythm. My balls were slapping against her clit sending her into spasms of pleasure. Then the nightmare began. Without warning all the lights went out. The city was blanketed in darkness. A strong wind came out of nowhere and almost blew us off our feet. "What happening", she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. I didn't reply, I was too busy looking up at the moon which was turning a deep, bloody red. It was suddenly eclipsed by a blinding light which illuminated the city, blinded me. I was filled with energy, I couldn't help myself. I started driving my cock into her cunt. Sharon was also lost in the light. I could feel her driving back to meet my cock with frightening strength. We were fucking like wild animals, all thought gone from our minds. "I'm cumming!!!", I heard her scream. That sent me over the edge. I let loose a wave a cum up her hot channel. Everything was lost in the explosion. My head was spinning, losing perception, falling ... When I woke, Sharon was lying beside me. The world has all upside down. For some reason a chair was lying across my torso. "Sharon", I called, "Are you alright?" She didn't reply. Then I saw why. A beam from the balcony cover had fallen on her neck. I crawled over to her and lifted the beam off her. In the red glare on the moon I could see that her neck was broken, Sharon was dead. As I touched her cooling body I felt its warmth flow out of it and into me. I felt strength flowing from my hand down to my balls. The warmth turned to cold in my testicles, like liquid ice, frozen power, resting awaiting release. Then came the anger. I want to strike out, to hurt, to maim. I grabbed the chair and started to beat Sharon's dead body. My mind was full of hate, directionless fury. I want to destroy. Soon abusing the dead body in front of me could not satisfy me any longer. I quickly dressed and ran out into the street, looking for warmer flesh. Even I my confused state of mind the scene that was presented to me brought me to a halt. It was like an earthquake had hit the city. But that was impossible. We never got earthquakes here. Then I saw the bodies that were littered on the ground. Most of them had been killed by falling objects but closer inspection revealed that some had died from more sinister causes. Thuck!! I felt the blow before I heard it. I fell, spinning as I hit the ground. I narrowly missing being hit by the second blow aimed directly at my head. I flipped up on my feet and turned to face my enemy. It was a man in a business suit torn at the trousers waving a piece of pipe at me. His eyes reflected the blood of the moon, his face contorted in fury. He lunged at me, swinging as he moved. I started to relax, this fool was no fighter, his motion was not well balanced. My left arm shot up to redirect the motion of his swinging right hand. As he fell to the left my right arm swung out, my open palm catching him under the chin. SNAP!! His head snapped backwards breaking his neck cleanly. As his body fell to the ground I felt again the warmth leaving a dead body and entering mine. It rushed to my balls and shot up to my head. My cock became rock hard and throbbed like it had a life of its own. The power in my head was making me dizzy. With an effort I sent it racing back down to my balls when it again shot up my spine. This time I was able to control the faintness it caused. I could feel the power starting to circulate, to fill my limbs with strength, and my mind with lust, killing lust. I stepped over the body in search of new life. I have lost count of how many battles were fought that night. Everywhere people were killing, myself joyfully participating in the bloodletting. The combatants were all men. Any women were ignored in the race to slaughter. How many did I kill? Ten, twenty ... I can't recall now. The details of the night are sunk in a blissful mist. I woke the next morning to find the streets awash with blood. Any implement that could be turned to killing had been used. People had been beaten, stabbed, shot, even torn apart by crazed murderers. The madness in my mind had passed. In its place was a fearful hunger, not for blood but for more normal nourishment. I walked to the supermarket about two blocks down from where I awoke. Others were starting to rise. Groups were forming as people attempted to piece together the events of the past night. A crowd had gathered at the supermarket, clearly I was not the only one to think of food. I pushed my way through and grabbed some fruit which I quickly consumed. That day was spent mostly asleep. I talked to no one. What was the point? As night fell the groups started to break up. Everyone was fearful of what the moon would bring. All eyes turned to watch its appearance. A collective moan escaped the crowds as it made its bloody reappearance. I waited for the anger to return, for the cycle to begin over again. But it didn't. A more disturbing danger arrived with the night. The gangs. The order of the city was gone releasing the pent up hatred of the slums. Always under the surface, the breakdown had released it. I saw no police, no soldiers, no authority of any type. The slaughter that night was more disturbing than that of the night before. I was sane, we all were sane, so I could watch the scenes of murder with full awareness. This time the women were not left alone. I saw a pretty young women, no older than twenty, cornered by a gang of five punks. She was screaming for help, but no one came. We were all to busy looking out for our own survival. The men ripped of her clothes and she fell to the ground trying to cover her nakedness. They stood in a circle looking down at her, laughing, taunting. Their leader produced an evil looking knife and held it in front of her face. "Listen babe", he purred, "You are going to give each of my boys here exactly what he wants. If you fight, I will put that pretty head off, got it?" The girl was too scared to move, she watched the knife was if it was hypnotizing her. The leader got out his cock and shoved it in her mouth. The girl started to gag but he paid no notice. "Take the other end", he told one of this cronies. Laughing, the other man grabbed the girl's arse lifting it off the ground. He jammed this huge cock into her dry vagina causing the girl to scream in pain. The scream was cut off as the leader shoved his cock back down her throat. "You take the bitch's other hole", the leader indicated to a third man. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I cautiously moved away, careful that they wouldn't hear me. Still, despite the horror of the rape, my cock was starting to rise. I wanted to fuck that poor girl. I want to me the one to ram my cock up her young tight arse. I was discovering a part of myself I didn't particularly care for. Fires had been started to provide light and to cook food. People were huddled in corners avoiding the madness of the night. Others were out participating in the nightmare. The rape I had left was being repeated everywhere I walked. The desire to plunge my now fully erect cock into a woman, willing or not, was growing stronger. "HELP HELP". I turned to see a woman running towards me. She threw herself around me screaming hysterically. There was no reason to ask what was wrong, it became obvious as three men ran around the corner, paused, saw the girl and continued running in my direction. "Help me please", she begged, "I'll do anything". I had a closer look at the girl. Her dress was torn revealing one perfectly shaped breast. Her skin was a rich olive colour which seemed to glow in the light of the fires. Her blond hair framed a beautiful face with big green eyes and a sensuous mouth. There was no way was going to let this women go!! "She's ours", one of the men said. I put the girl behind me. "Not anymore", I replied, readying myself for the confrontation. No more words were wasted. They clearly thought me an easy target as they did not bother to coordinate the attack. I was able to deal with the first quickly twisting his attacking arm and ramming my free hand into the elbow joint. The break was clean and painful. One down. I pivoted to face the next man, bringing my knee up, driving it into his balls. Down he fell in agony. The third had stopped to better assess the situation. We slowly circled each other. I had to strike quickly, the man on the ground would be back in action soon. I feinted with my left hand, sprang forward, and kicked my right leg into the side of his upper leg. The force knocked him off balance allowing me to swing my left arm up smashing it into his throat. He collapsed unable to breathe with a crushed throat. I turned to face the rising second man. He looked down at his two friends, one dead, the other screaming in the agony of a broken arm. "Get out of here", I hissed. He did not need to be told twice. Why fight me when there were lots of other easy targets, and plenty of other women? He ran off in the direction he had come from. "Move", I shouted. I grabbed the girl's arm. pulled her to her feet and ran. We stopped after a couple of blocks to get our breath back. As calm returned I turned to face the girl. She looked back at me, suddenly realising that her danger was not necessarily over. "What are you going to do", she stammered. I thought it over. "I'm going to give you a choice", I said, "You can stay with me, or you can go and take your chances". She looked around uncertainly. "If I stay what do you want", she whispered. "Why, its quite simple", I laughed, "If you want my protection, you must agree to do anything I ask, anything at all. The moment you refuse me I will let you go". The woman's eyes went wide, "You're no better than those animals", she retorted. "Not quite", I replied, "I will never hurt you as they would have, and you will have my protection. As you just saw, that is worth something". She was confused, what should she do? I waited. Still she did not answer. "Okay", I said, "Forget it. Now go, leave me alone". I started to walk away. In front of me I could here the chanting of a gang, their voices raised in an unholy mantra of hate and lust. "Wait", she shouted. I didn't stop. "Yes, Yes, I'll do whatever you want, anything. I'll be your slave", she shouted in panic. I turned back to face her, saw the surrender in her beautiful eyes. "What's your name?" I asked. To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind system, any replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned.