Friday Night in Beast House Page 9
She sniffled and sobbed. She let out a hurt yelp each time the beast jerked her toward it, plunging in deeper.
Mark raised his head.
The beast kept on working Alison.
Mark couldn’t see much of it. Just its hands with their long white fingers and dark claws clamping both sides of Alison’s ribcage. And its muscular white legs between Alison’s legs.
Alison’s legs were dangling, her feet off the ground. They gave a little lurch each time the beast rammed in. Through her sobbing and yelps and the beast’s grunting, mark could hear her buttocks smacking against the creature.
Smacking faster and faster.
The beast, grunting with each thrust, worked her forward and backward with increasing speed and power. Alison’s arms and legs flopped about. Her hair swung. Her breasts lurched. Her yelps came faster.
It’s killed her!
Mark’s hands were empty. He turned his head and saw rocks nearby. He stretched his arm out and grabbed one and brought it closer to his side.
Above him, Alison’s head flew backward. Mark thought the beast had tugged her hair, but its hands remained on her ribcage as it furiously slammed into her. Her head stayed back. Her mouth gaped. She gasped, ‘AH-AH-AH! And then her arms stopped flapping. They bent at the elbows and she clutched her own leaping breasts and massaged them, squeezed them, tugged her nipples.
Chapter Twenty
What’s she doing?
Mark knew what she was doing. Appalled, excited, he watched her growing frenzy.
All wrong, he thought. So wrong.
When the beast came, Alison’s whole body twitched and bounced and she cried out and Mark was pretty sure she was having a climax of her own.
For a while afterward, the beast kept her position. Her head and arms and legs hung limp. She hardly moved at all except to pant for breath. Then the creature eased her forward and upward. Its thick shaft appeared between her legs, and Mark saw it slide out of her.
Bending over, the beast lowered Alison toward him.
Does it think I’m dead?
Mark lay perfectly still as it put Alison on top of him. Her chest, hot and wet and heaving, covered his face. Hardly able to breathe, he turned his head to the side.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
Alison stayed on top of him, done in as if she’d just finished running a mile-long gauntlet.
But the beast did nothing.
What’s it doing, watching us?
Just play dead, Mark told himself. If I make any sort of move at all, it’ll probably drag Alison off me and rip me apart.
Though her moisture had soaked through Mark’s shirt almost immediately, he soon felt a heavy warmth spreading out near his waist. It seemed to come from Alison, from between her legs.
My God, she’s bleeding to death!
But the fluid felt thicker than blood.
Mark suddenly knew what it was.
It spread over his belly, rolled down his sides, soaked through his jeans so he could feel its warmth on his leg.
Must be a gallon of it.
As he lay there motionless, the night air turned the semen chilly. But it still felt warm where Alison’s body was on top of him.
How long had she been there? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe longer. During that time, Mark had seen and heard nothing from the beast.
He felt Alison raise herself slightly.
‘Don’t move,’ he whispered.
‘Huh?’
‘Play dead.’
‘But it’s gone.’
‘Huh?’
‘It went away…a long time ago.’ Trembling, she scooted herself down Mark’s body. She flinched and made hurt sounds. She said, ‘Ugh.’ Then her face was above his, her hair hanging toward him much as it had done when she was higher above him in the clutches of the beast. Now, however, she was nearly motionless and her hair hardly moved at all. He wished he could see her face, but it was masked by shadow.
‘You came after me,’ she said.
‘Didn’t do much good.’
‘You tried.’
Her head slowly lowered. It tilted slightly to the side. She whispered, ‘Thank you.’ Then her mouth pushed softly against his mouth. Her lips were warm and wet and open.
We need to get away, Mark though. It might come back.
But Alison was on top of him and kissing him and naked. He didn’t want that to stop. He could feel her breasts through the damp front of his shirt. He could feel her ribcage and belly and groin and he was growing hard inside his wet jeans.
She lifted her face.
‘We’d better get out of here,’ Mark whispered. ‘It might come back.’
‘Don’t worry.’ Sitting on him, her buttocks on the soaked front of his jeans and heavy on his erection, she leaned forward and began to unbutton his shirt.
‘What’re you doing?’
She spread his shirt open, then eased herself down. Almost on top of him, she paused and swayed, brushing her nipples against his chest. Then she sank onto him, smooth and bare all the way down to Mark’s waist. Her skin felt chilly at first, then warm. She kissed him again.
Has she lost her mind?
But the feel of her…
This was what Mark had always wanted, to have her like this, naked and eager. And how great to have it happening in the tall damp grass of a hillside late at night in the silence and the fog!
She pushed herself up.
‘We’ve gotta go,’ Mark said.
She started scooting backward. ‘What’s the hurry?’
‘It’ll come back and kill us.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘It will!’
‘Why would it do that?’
‘It’s the beast.’
A corner of Alison’s mouth curled up. ‘If it wanted to kill us, why didn’t it?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Neither do I,’ she said. Squatting over Mark’s thighs, she bent down and unbuckled his belt.’But here we are, and it’s gone.’
He pushed himself up to his elbows and looked around. The hillside and boulders and trees looked soft in the pale fog.
‘It’s gone,’ Alison said again. She unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, pulled down the zipper.
Some of Mark’s tightness eased.
I can’t believe this is happening.
‘Maybe it got what it wanted,’ Alison said. Scuttling backward on her knees, she tugged at Mark’s jeans. He raised his rump off the ground. His jeans and underwear slid out from under him.
He was free and rigid in the moist night air.
‘Now it’s our turn,’ Alison told him.
‘But it raped you! It…it dragged you away and…look at you, you’re all scratched and torn up…It…it fucked you!’
‘It sure did,’ she said. Crawling over him, she whispered, ‘And we never breathe a word about this to anyone.’
‘We’ve got to! You’re all ruined!’
‘I’ll heal.’
‘We’ve gotta tell.’
‘Never. It’ll be our secret. Just between you and me. Everything about tonight. Promise.’
Mark shook his head.
‘Do you want me?’ she whispered.
He nodded.
‘Then promise.’
‘But…’
She eased down and he felt a soft wet opening push against the head of his erection. It nudged him. He felt himself go in half an inch. Then she withdrew.
‘Promise me, Mark.’
‘What’ll you tell your parents?’
‘Nothing.’
‘But you’re all messed up.’
‘Most of it won’t show when my clothes are on. If they notice anything, I’ll say I crashed my bike.’
‘But…’
‘Promise?’
‘Okay.’
‘Cross your heart and hope to die?’
‘Yes.’
‘Cross mine.’ She moved forward and down so her chest was
above his mouth. ‘Use your tongue.’
He licked an X on the skin of her chest, tasting sweat and blood, feeling the furrows of scratches.
‘Hope to die?’ she asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Okay then.’ She eased herself down and backward and Mark felt himself slide in. She was warm in there. Warm and slippery and snug.
He knew the beast had been in before him, plundering her, flooding her. He’d heard crude guys talk about ‘sloppy seconds’ and he guessed that was what he was getting but he didn’t mind very much.
Didn’t mind at all, come to think of it.
Chapter Twenty-one
Near dawn, wearing what remained of their clothes, they made their way down the hillside. They stayed just outside the black fence and followed it. Alison could hardly walk. Mark held her. Sometimes, he picked her up and carried her for a while.
They came out of the field near some homes. Except for a few porch lights, nearly all the houses were dark.
They saw a cat. Once, a car went by a block away and they hid behind a tree. They saw no people anywhere. Only each other.
Soon, they arrived at Alison’s house. All the windows were dark. So was the porch.
‘I left the back door unlocked,’ she whispered.
They went around the house. On the stoop outside the backdoor, Alison took off Marks windbreaker and gave it back to him. Her white shirt was tattered, one sleeve missing and her right breast poking through a split. Her legs were bare all the way down to her white socks.
‘Are you sure you’ll be all right?’ Mark whispered.
‘Pretty sure.’
He put on his windbreaker and zipped it up.
‘Nice and warm?’ Alison asked.
‘Yeah’
‘I’m freezing.’
‘You’d better go inside.’
‘Not yet.’ She took his hand and placed it on her breast. ‘That’s better.’
‘Yeah.’
She held his hand there and whispered, ‘I had a great time tonight, Mark.
‘You did?’
‘Well…it had its ups and downs.’
‘Jeez.’
She laughed softly, winced, then stared through the darkness at him. ‘It was great.’
He felt goosebumps crawl up his body, but wasn’t sure why.
‘We’ll have to do it again sometime,’ she said.
‘You mean…?’
‘Go out together. You know.’ She pressed his hand more tightly against her breast. ‘You want to, don’t you?’
‘My God. Sure I do. Of course.’
‘Me, too.’
Then Mark laughed softly and whispered, ‘No conditions next time right?’
‘Only one.’
THE END
Other Leisure books by Richard Laymon:
INTO THE FIRE
AFTER MIDNIGHT
THE LAKE
COME OUT TONIGHT
RESURRECTION DREAMS
ENDLESS NIGHT
BODY RIDES
BLOOD GAMES
TO WAKE THE DEAD
NO SANCTUARY
DARKNESS, TELL US
NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER
ISLAND
THE MUSEUM OF HORRORS (Anthology)
IN THE DARK
THE TRAVELING VAMPIRE SHOW
AMONG THE MISSING
ONE RAINY NIGHT
BITE