Grueberfest 2008 Round 5 – The Choice (514 hits)
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Submitted by Hornet (View user info) at 2008-10-27 18:12:46 EDT
Cain opened his eyes. He was lying on his back. The bedding was pushed down around his feet and his body was damp with sweat. Through the open window he could hear cars passing down on the street. He could hear grit crunching under shoes as people walked by the backstreet hotel. Labored breathing and creaking leather. He was hearing a heavy man in expensive shoes. The click of stilettos, a whiff of rotten breath and the pungent reek of an unwashed cleft. A whore who was killing herself with meth.
A rough female voice said, "I'll suck you for twenny but you ain't cummin in my mouf for less than fitty."
The man laughed.
A cab drove by. Cain knew it was a cab, an old cab, because he heard the soft click of a mechanical meter.
Cain turned his head and looked at the girl lying on her side next to him. She was thin. Her arms were sticks and her breasts were little nubs, but she still had enough body fat below her waist to give her a round ass and full thighs. The line from ribcage to waist to hip was like the arc of a rollercoaster track. She was blonde. Naturally blonde, like tarnished gold. The pubes covered by one corner of the bed sheet and held in place by a limp hand were the same color. Cain thought she looked like a dandelion. Her neck was a slender stem. Around her neck was a delicate chain. The pendant was a tiny cross. The gold electroplate on the cross was wearing off.
There was nowhere for her to go. Nowhere but down.
"Wake," he said softly. "Wake and I will grant you mercy."
The girl was on the verge of sleep. She moaned and opened her eyes. She saw him washed in the glow of the streetlight outside the window. "You aren't gonna talk any of that God shit again, are you?" Movement caught her eye. She saw his erect penis sticking straight up in the air and swaying slightly. With his cloud of red public hair it looked like a rocket launching from a cloud of fire. "You want to go again you gotta pay againn. I'm not one of those multiple shots on goal girls, you know." She hoped that would shut him down. She was still sore from having ridden that thing earlier in the evening and if she had to do it again she was gonna get paid for it. What did they call it? Hazard pay. Yeah.
Cain was touched by this fragile thing. She actually thought her life, her flesh, was intended for something greater than acting as a warm receptacle for his dead seed. You never got too old to want to fuck, he thought. You were never free of the need to bury your rigid member in the sucking, clenching softness of any oriface a woman had to offer. The true Trinity, he thought, suppressing a laugh. He could fuck one hundred fertile women for one hundred nights and despite the gallons of ejaculate that would boil up from his testes he would not impregnate one of them. God would not have it.
The girl saw the man smirking and sat up in bed, half asleep and wondering where he had tossed her underwear. Her hair was a tousled golden web holding softly glowing silver pearls of his drying semen. The man spit in his hand and rubbed his saliva on his member. "Fuck this," she said. "No fucking way." The man grabbed her and lifted her as if she was a toy. He spun her and gripped her hips and impaled her on his prick.
Cain wrapped one hand around her throat, drawing her face to his. Her hair fell down around them and their faces were close. They were in a soft golden net and their flesh slapped together loudly, her hips guided up and down by his free hand.
"Don't hurt me," she said.
"My dear, sweet thing," Cain replied. "I must. A little hurting now will save you from a lifetime of hurting over years to come."
Cain took his hand from her hip and touched the dangling cross with one finger. "He wants you to suffer, merely for His amusement. And suffer you will, pious little cocksucker that you are."
She planted her knees against the bed and tried to get off of him.
Cain flipped her onto her back and rammed himself into her and the tip of his penis struck her pubic bone. The girl let out a cry.
"You should have risen up," Cain said. "You should have said 'fuck you' to God, not to me. He would have respected you then. He would have punished you, but he would have done so mercifully. Instead you obey, and because you obey you will suffer for a lifetime and then die unlamented. Let me show you mercy that He will not, the same mercy I showed to my brother."
Her eyes widened. "You killed your brother?"
Cain wished he could convince her that it was God she should fear, not him. He gripped her throat again, gently.
"Yes," he said. "Most believe I killed my brother out of jealousy. I did no such thing. I chose to kill my brother. I chose to strike a blow for free will. My brother was as docile and willing to be lead to his doom as the sheep in his care. I killed so my sons and daughters would not be the clay of the Lord to be molded or shattered at his whim. I killed for independence from God. I killed for suffrage, for deliverance away from the cloying trap of His mercy. I was cast out, turned away, shunned, and I was set free and if God did not still love me deep in his heart he would have plucked me from the skin of this world long ago. I killed and my offense turned God against me, but it also made him love me all the more for me has marked me and let me live and kill and kill and kill. And that is why I still kill, after all these millennia."
"You're fucking crazy," the girl gasped.
"That's what they all say," Cain said softly.
He kissed her lips and brushed away her tears with his fingertips. Then he snapped her neck. He arched his back and erupted inside her. Dead seed in a dead womb, he thought. Perhaps one day I will father dead children to march across a spiritually dead world.
Cain rolled off of the girl and slept, his body damp with sweat.
User Reviews
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-10-28 11:03:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Seemed familiar but was very readable and should definitely be made longer for another post. +2
... even though "oriface" made me read that line three times.
Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-10-28 10:51:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
WTF? That was shit.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-10-28 07:12:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2008-10-27 22:42:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry, since I see I'm about to be blasted I mean "OMG ANOTHER REWRITE OF A CLASSICAL TALE. MIND-BLOWING. RIVETING. BETTER THAN CATS."
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2008-10-27 22:39:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Meh. Mundane and preachy.
Submitted by Gyro_Gearloose (user info) at 2008-10-27 21:43:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Reminds me of Anthony Perkins in 'Crimes of Passion'....
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-10-27 20:29:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by gonefiguring (user info) at 2008-10-27 18:41:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty cool idea. More Cain Everlasting please.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-10-27 18:26:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Clever.
I thought it was a little short and ended rather quickly but still, it had some decent description in and i like your stuff.
Good luck.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-10-27 18:25:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 hornet